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vivwritesfics · 7 months

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Lando Norris HC's

I'm burnt out and exhausted and I just want someone to love me haha

Masterlist

Lando

Where to begin?

He's... something else

Don't get me wrong, he's amazing

What's not to love?

High performance athlete who also streams on Twitch

Every bit the golden retriever boyfriend everybody wanted

Every bit the golden retriever boyfriend Y/N got

This man? Attention WHORE

He doesn't stop

Comes out with the weirdest stuff

It's so much fun

Wants his girlfriend with him for race weekends

Because he hates going a long time without pissing her off

Very important that his girlfriend gets along with Carlos

She's there when they're pissing about

During their McLaren days?

Mayhem

You kind of have a love every minute of it if you're dating Lando

Sitting in while he streams sometimes

Not every time

But being in the room, doing something while he streamed

Y/N could be doing her own work while Lando gamed and streamed

Chief cuddler

But can't sit still long enough for them to properly cuddle

Loves getting his hair played with

Oooooo running your fingers through Lando Norris' hair? Literally can't imagine anything better

Stealing hats and hoodies purely because they smell like him

Lando loves snogging

Kissing by lamp light, hands on her hips, grip almost bruising

Or his hands would be on her face, pushing away her hair

Man loves marking up

Marking up his girl and being marked up

Aka, hand prints, hickies, scratches down his back

Lando loved that the most

Feeling her nails raking down the skin of his back

Plus, it was easy to hide

Unless he was participating in an ice bath

Then he'd mark her up twice as good, since she couldn't leave marks on him

Out in the club, Lando is very touchy

Aka, doesn't let go of her

Holding her hand

Holding her hips or her ass as they danced

Y/N becoming one of the more photographed WAG's

Simply because she didn't want to stay hidden

She wanted the world to see her with Lando

She wanted the world to know how much she loved her man

After a race, when Lando was in the top three, he'd climb of the car, wave to the crowd, run over to the McLaren team at the barriers to celebrate

And then he'd pull Y/N against the barrier and she'd kiss his helmet, where she'd think his lips would be

Holidays with Lando!!

Oh my god, literally the best

Fancy hotels and Yachts

Adventuring together

Holidaying with other drivers

There was one particular holiday

It was very spontaneous, they hadn't booked anything

Just hopped off a plane and off they went

To the Canary Islands

It was difficult to get a hotel

When they landed, they could only get one

It was... hell

Kids everywhere, booming music like baby shark playing around the pool all day

It was all inclusive, with drunk, neglectful parents spending every minute getting burnt on the sun loungers or around the buffet

Y/N and Lando found themselves as far away from the pool and buffet as they possibly could

Y/N would be reading her book as Lando did... something

When parents came and took their kids for dinner, they got a break from it

They could go in the pool without kids swimming into them

The hotel had crazy golf

Happy Lando

Happy Lando dragging Y/N around the crazy golf course, giggling like a child

Driving with Lando

Ugh, simply the best

Driving around Monaco in the Fiat Jolly (before he sold it) with his hand on her thigh

Driving in any vehicle with Lando's hand on her thigh

Hitting every red light

Kissing at the stop signs (darling)

Lando belting out the lyrics to any song that comes on

Having a car playlist so that the both of them could sing along

Going to Lando's parents for Christmas

Traditional British Christmas

Aka, roast dinner, pulling crackers, drinking, playing board games and ending the night with a cheese board

Taking his girlfriend around Guildford while they're in the UK

(I'm pretty sure it's Guildford - a youtube video from five years ago just popped up which said Guildford)

(Guildford is the halfway point between where I live now and where I actually live)

After a year and a half, Lando asks her to move in with him

Six months after that, they get a dog

A Doberman, collie, or golden retriever, I think

The name? Badger

Why? Daniel

Aka, Daniel knew the couple were going to adopt a dog

He had to get himself involved somehow and

He placed a wager - if Lando finished below P5 he'd get to name the dog

Y/N readily accepted

Lando DNFed that race

And so, the dog was named after the honey badger himself

To this day, Lando doesn't know

Lando is such a good dog dad

The dog doesn't come to the race weekends like Roscoe does with Lewis

Either Y/N stays home or the dog stays with a trusted friend if they had both gone

Lando's social media becomes a fan account for the dog

Having oh so many pregnancy scares with this man

Who doesn't love a late night run to the shop to get a pregnancy test or two?

They do eventually get pregnant

Y/N finds out on a race weekend

She was at home with Badger when she saw the pregnancy test in her bathroom cabinet

Video calling her best friend, Y/N took it

She waited the mandatory couple of minutes before she checked the little stick

She had to hang up on her friend

It was just meant to be for fun

Nothing serious

But then it turned serious

What the fuck was she going to do?

When the fuck would she tell Lando?

Should she tell him now, before he's about to go and race?

Yeah no, not a chance

Not with how much she was currently freaking out

She waits until he gets home from the race weekend

The test (and all of the others she'd done) had been thrown in the bin

All she had was herself

This was fine

She wasn't freaking out

(she was freaking out big time)

Y/N stayed up, waiting with Badger for Lando to come home

As soon as the door opened, she jumped up and faced him

Lando dropped his things when he saw her

He'd assumed she'd been asleep when he got in

But no, she was still awake

And he'd been waiting for him

Warmth spread through him

Normally, when Y/N waited up for Lando, she'd jump into his arms

But not this time

She just stood there, staring at him

"I've got something to tell you"

Anxiety spread through Lando

Y/N told him

He dropped to his knees

Well, his one knee

For the longest time Lando had been looking for a sign that he should propose

He wanted to, he desperately wanted to

He was just looking for some sort of sign

This wasn't a sign, it was a slap in the face

With all of the racing, Lando hadn't yet managed to buy her a ring

He'd really meant to

When he got down onto one knee, it was at the very back of his mind

"Marry me?"

Yeah, that was how he asked

Of course, Y/N said yes

Lando began running around, looking for some rope or yarn or twine that he could wrap around her finger until he got a proper ring

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daydreamingyuta · 9 months

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127 as Little Acts of Love

(Sweet things I think 127 would do for their s/o to show their love.)

Taeyong:

He always looks at you with the most love and adoration in his eyes. He just adores you so much that he can't help but to just look at the love of his life. He literally finds it hard to pry his eyes away from you. He knows you can get a bit shy when he does this, but he always makes sure to tell you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

"You're staring at me again, Taeyong." You say, looking up from the restaurant's menu. "I knoww, I just can't help it. You're so pretty, angel." He says, looking at you with his boba eyes.

Taeil:

Whenever he knows that you've had a long day, he always makes sure to take care of you. He'll draw you a bath because he knows how much it relaxes you. He makes sure to put in all the little extra things that makes a bath perfect. He adds the bath salts, the bubbles, and places the book your currently reading on the ledge of the bath.

"Baby, did you make me a bath again?" You ask, feeling nothing but pure adoration for your boyfriend. He nods his head at you and kisses you on the top of your head, "Go relax and get your mind off of everything, and dinner will be done by the time you're out."

Johnny:

He always writes little love notes for you! He's very spontaneous about it, you never know when you're going to get one. This makes them so special because his love notes are always unexpected, and so sweet. He'll even hide some around your place so that it's an extra surprise when you find it.

You're getting ready for bed, feeling extra lonely now that Johnny is back on tour. You decide to do a face mask tonight because it's been too long since you've had a self care day. You take out the bear shaped basket that you keep your sheet masks in, and you notice a small folded up piece of paper in between two masks. You know what it is, and your heart skips a beat in anticipation for your boyfriends sweet note. "Hopefully you find this while I'm on tour, just know that I'm missing you so much. More than you know. I hope that your self care night is relaxing. Please send me a cute picture of you with your face mask on. - Love, Johnny.

Yuta:

He doesn't let you lift a finger. He carry's your bag every time you go out together. He gets all the groceries out the car in one go, so you don't have to bring in any. He doesn't even let you hold the umbrella over yourself. He'll locks his arm with yours, making sure to cover you completely, even if it means he gets rained on a bit.

"Yuta, baby, you're arm is getting soaked. Move the umbrella over." "Absolutely not, if you get a single drop of rain on you, i've failed as a boyfriend." "Yuta, you're always so dramatic." "You love it." He said, still refusing to move the umbrella over to him. You couldn't disagree with what he said, you did love everything about him.

Doyoung:

He has a list in his notes app of all the little things that you love. Every time you mention something, he'll sneakily write it down, so that he can surprise you with things that he knows you'll love. He has different categories all listed out. Your favorite foods, favorite type of flowers, and favorite jewelry.

Doyoung stands in the middle of the grocery store, phone in hand and notes app open. He's trying to decide which one of your favorite dishes he should make tonight, and which ingredients he needs. He settles on something he hasn't made for you in a while, knowing that the meal will make your night better. "Oh! I should make y/n a dessert as well!" He says, out loud, to himself. He gets a couple of stares, but he doesn't notice. He's on a mission to give his angel the tastiest meal.

Jaehyun:

He's a serial hand holder. Like his hand is always in yours. He thinks it's genuinely one of the most romantic gestures, so he does it all the time. It's also just very comforting for him, and he feels close to you when he's holding your hand. He also subconsciously always brings your hand up to his lips so he can give it a kiss

You switch your shopping bags over to your left hand, because your right hand was getting tried. Without even thinking twice, Jaehyun moves over to your right side so that he can continue holding your hand. "You're so cute, Jaehyun." "Hm?" He says, genuinely oblivious. "Nothing." You say back to him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Jungwoo:

More times than not, he'll ask to facetime you at night. He loves to fall asleep with you over the phone. He wants to be close to you and spend all his nights with you, even though sometimes he can't be with you in person. At some point, he figured out around the time you do your skincare routine, so he calls you right before because he loves to watch. He even started doing his skincare routine with you over the phone.

As you wait for your toner to completely dry, you watch as Jungwoo struggles to wash his face because his hair keeps getting in the way. "Where's the headband I bought you?" "Oh!" He says, face still soaking wet, as he moves out of frame to get his headband. He comes back with it on, making him look like a cute bear because of the ears on it. He checks himself out in the camera, "Very handsome." You wish you could give him a kiss for his cuteness. You agree with him, and continue on with your routine.

Mark:

He loves to send you pictures of things that he finds beautiful. Just to show you that he's thinking of you, but also because he loves to share the beauty of the world with you. He has such a good eye for finding beauty in everyday things. The pretty sky, the green grass that practically glows in the summer, and gorgeous flowers.

Your phone vibrates and you see that you have a new text. Mark: I have a new picture for you, it's easily the most beautiful thing i've ever taken a picture of 🫶 You assume it's going to be another picture of the sky, because it looks extra pretty today. When you receive the photo, you see that it's a picture of you from the previous day. You hadn't realized he had taken it, it was of you at the brunch place you ate at together yesterday. Y/n: The most beautiful?? 🥹 Mark: Of course, baby.

Haechan:

He has a picture of you in his wallet. He noticed that his grandfather does the same thing with his grandmother, and he thought it was the sweetest thing. Literally bought a Polaroid for this very reason and had you do a little 'photoshoot' for him. If anyone asks to see a picture of you, he'll show them the Polaroid instead of one on his phone.

It's the seventh stop on tour so far. He always misses you, but this time, being away from you is hitting him so hard. He knows that your asleep, so he can't call you, even though all he wants is to see your pretty face. For right now though, he settles on taking the Polaroid out of his wallet. He sets it up so it's leaning against the lamp that's next to the hotel bed. He tells your picture all about his day and how amazing the concert went. If anyone would have caught him doing this, he would be so embarrassed, but he just misses his girl so much.

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thissying · 5 months

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Any max lore you wish fic writers knew about?

Hi! This turned out to be so much more and yet so much less than you probably wanted to know! If anyone feels like adding on or if you have specific questions, go ahead.

I'm not sure why you chose me for this but let me (finally) give it a go. I have to say though, that it's been ages since I've read fic (time issues and I've had my own one on my mind and I've deluded myself into thinking I will actually write it and I can't read fic because then I will lose the tiny bit of confidence and incentive I may have) so I'm not sure I know Max lore that is commonly missing from fic or that writers don't know about and should. So I'll just throw some things out there.

There are simple facts - favourite food, favourite music etc. - that can be found in most interviews (this one is 3 years old but covers that quite a bit). There's more in-depth Max lore in Whatever It Takes and Anatomy of a Champion (I don't know if you can find that subtitled anywhere though).

This is not so much lore but for young/early Max characterisation, I think if you're Dutch and you've managed to catch his early Peptalk interviews, it's obvious he's been outspoken but also has had a great sense of humour since very early on.

I don't know if it's interesting for writers but because sometimes people write Max as if he'd been a friendless loner until he met Daniel (or still is except for Daniel): he's been best friends with Stan Pex his entire life, the boy who he saw driving a kart when he was 4 years old which made him go: I want that, too. And then Jos and Stan's dad started working together and had 3 Pex kids and Max in their kart team. One of them, Jorrit, is now married to Max's aunt (Sophie's sister).

The one I found pretty shocking for a kid was that he was 11 years old when he saw a 19 year old fellow karter (Thomas Knopper) have an accident and pass away on the track.

On a brighter note. In the 'oh really, Max?' category. In the end of August 2017 episode of Peptalk, he was asked about hanging out with other drivers and Daniel in particular and he said that no, they don't hang out. He prefers hanging out with his oldest best friends. He sees him enough at the track already, you know? And then there's this picture from a few weeks before.

Max and Martin Garrix lore. In 2014 Max won the Young Talent Award that was supposed to be presented to him by Martijn but Max was in a taxi in England at the time and the live-feed kept disconnecting. They were in touch a bit after that and then they spontaneously ran into each other one time while on holiday at Ibiza and they hit it off right away ("he's also fairly normal, like me, no crazy stuff or situations.") - Formule1, 2023/2024 issue

And not just Max-specific lore but my pet peeve very important for all F1 fic writers to know: the FIA does doping testing, also during winter-break.

#f1 anon #max verstappen

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sixty-silver-wishes · 1 year

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everyone shut up this is ACTUALLY what fans of different composers are like

Mahlerians are PROUD TO BE ABSOLUTELY INSUFFERABLE DRAMA QUEENS, THE LIKES OF WHICH EVEN THE WAGNER CULT COULD NEVER SO MUCH AS ASPIRE TO BE. WE ARE ONE WITH THE UNYIELDING EBB AND FLOW OF THE BOUNDLESS UNIVERSE, DAMN IT ALL!

Shostakovich fans are like Mahler fans except they actually understand what sarcasm is. We also all really like the Muppets for some reason. Most of us own cats and likely have at least one mental illness.

Liszt fans are either tweenagers who love anime or salty old pianists who know a disturbing amount about music theory. These two factions are constantly at war.

Copland fans are either very, very far right or very, very far left. Either way, neither side actually listens to all of Copland's repertoire.

Tchaikovsky fans are either Russian grandmas or LGBT orchestra kids on Tiktok. Either those or the one noob who heard there were cannons once.

Wagner fans. Yes, there are the cringey neo-Nazi Wagnerians, but anti-Nazi Wagnerians are a whole new level of chaotic good. They spend their time dreaming up the most disastrous, chaotic Ring productions possible, with the sole purpose of making Richard Wagner's entire family simultaneously spin in their graves. They take "death of the author" to a whole new level and constantly run on nothing but 100% pure spite. You want a Wagnerian who would beat up Wagner in a Denny's parking lot on your side.

Prokofiev fans will unironically say "ackshually...". That's it.

Dvorak fans are homeschool kids. They're either soul-crushingly innocent or devastatingly horny.

Sousa fans are just high school band directors who try to convince themselves they like Sousa to get through the semester.

Joplin fans constantly argue over whether Joplin's music should be played twice as quickly or twice as slowly than it's actually written. Also sick of hearing about Janis.

Chopin fans are exactly like Liszt fans, except there are 20% more "uwu softboi flowercrown" edits of Chopin than Liszt floating around on Instagram and Tumblr.

Holst fans will drag you into an alleyway and beat you up with their bare hands if you so much as mention The Planets.

Bernstein fans are either horny theatre kids or communists, but it's more likely they're both at once. They are very opinionated about recordings, and express their approval of the ones they like by gyrating excessively to them. If you put a Bernstein fan, a Mahler fan, and a Shostakovich fan in one room, they will either topple a national government or have a threesome.

Ravel fans are inherently Wes Anderson fans. You can be friends with one for years without knowing a single thing about their personality.

Schoenberg fans are like Mahlerians but with worse memes.

Brahms fans are... I have never met a Brahms fan. I'm sure they exist, but I'm pretty sure my own taste in music scares them off.

Paganini fans are almost always TwoSet kids, particularly the ones who try to convince people that "classical music isn't boring because it's basically metal." If you tell them Paganini played viola, they will spontaneously combust.

Rachmaninov fans are ultimately really chill, but are often socially awkward. If you ask a Rachmaninov fan "how are you?", they will most likely respond with "you too."

Schumann fans are Mahlerians on medication.

Stravinsky fans think they're chaotic and unhinged and listen to the most obscure underground shit, but in all actuality they just decided to enter their edgy phase after a lifetime of being sheltered and forced to listen to nothing but Handel by their parents. Possibly homeschooled.

Ysaye fans are like Paganini fans, except they're depressed graduate music students with permanent calluses on their fingers.

Debussy fans go to art school, decide they don't like art school, but have been doing art school too long to turn back, so they can't get out of art school. They may be high on weed at any given moment.

Satie fans are just possessed vessels of Erik Satie. Death cannot hinder Erik Satie. Erik Satie will return to this mortal plane. Search your feelings. You are already Erik Satie.

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feelbokkie · 7 months

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One Last Dance | Chapter 10

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, suggestive (things get steamy guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, buckle up), mention of food, mention of death

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

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"Look, the only person I care about being in the car is Felix since we're doing this for him. If your asses aren't in the car, ready to go in the next 20 minutes, we're leaving you behind." You call into the boys' apartment. It's more for Hyunjin than it is for the rest of them.

Today is finally the day of your beach trip, and to be honest, you're quite excited. After the stress of midterms and the bullshit you've had to endure because of Minho's temper, you needed one day in the sun. The group decided to head to one of the further beaches, Daecheon Beach, a painstaking 3 hours away from Seoul. And because you plan to spend the whole day at the beach, you had to leave at 7 in the morning, much to Hyunjin, Felix, and Ma-Ri's dismay. Luckily, you won't have to worry about driving in the traffic on the way back home, Ma-Ri went ahead and booked three rooms for the night at a nearby motel.

"Where are you going all bright and shiny this morning?" A familiar raspy voice calls.

"Oh wow, Chan, you're up before noon." You tease as the older boy leans against his doorframe. He's dressed in black basketball shorts and a zip-up hoodie. His hair tousled around like he's been running his hands through it.

While you and Chan haven't hung out one-on-one since your little business meeting, you two still talk and meet at his apartment. You've gotten to know Changbin better and see a different side of Jisung that wasn't at all present while he was living with Felix, Hyunjin, and Seungmin.

"Why would I be asleep when the sun is gracing me with her presence?" He smirks, licking the corner of his lips. How he's able to be so flirty after waking up, you'll never know.

"It's too early for this." You mumble while blushing.

"No but seriously, where are you going?"

"Felix is super homesick and since we can't all take a spontaneous trip to Australia, we're going to spend the day at Daecheon Beach. Spending the night there too."

"Wish you told me, I love the beach."

"Pretty sure you just want to see me in a swimsuit."

"Well, that's just a bonus." He leans down closer to he's more to your eye level. He said he's back off, but he seems flirtier than before.

"You just don't quit." You tighten your grip on your beach bag and suitcase.

"Why quit? I'm just having fun. You tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Channie, my brain isn't awake yet." You whine. You're too tired to banter back and forth with him.

"Okay, okay. No, but seriously, if your friend gets homesick again, send him my way. I got him, us Aussies got to stick together."

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks. I think he'd like that a lot."

The two of you fall silent for a second while Chan's eyes look you up and down. His eyebrows furrow together in concern and he bites his bottom lip.

"It's 6 in the morning and you're dressed in a tube top and shorts. Aren't you cold? It's freezing."

"Oh shit, I left my jacket." You suddenly remembered that you left your jacket on the couch when you went to put more food and water in the cats' automatic feeder and water bowl. You turn to head back to your apartment, digging around in your bag for your keys.

"Here," You look up at Chan as he quickly unzips his hoodie and pulls it off before handing it to you, revealing that he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. You can also see now that his shorts are pulled low enough to see the waistband of his boxers. You can't help but stare at the perfectly toned six-pack in front of you. You quickly shake your head to bring yourself back to reality.

"You're just naked underneath your jacket?"

"I'm like this 24/7. I just wear clothes when you're over so you don't fall madly in love with me." He smiles, his dimple prominently showing.

"Get over yourself," You scoff.

"I saw you ogling me, don't lie Y/n." He pushes the jacket towards you again.

"It's fine, Chan. I can go grab mine real quick."

"Yeah, but mine is right here and toasty. It'll warm you up faster. Plus," Chan walks out of his apartment and leans into your ear, you can feel his breath on your skin. A chill runs down your spine. "it'll make lover boy jealous to see you wearing another man's clothes."

You don't want to make Minho jealous, you never wanted to. You know he's a jealous person. The fits he used to throw when you two were little were evidence of that. But he's already under the impression that you're trying to make him jealous. And you're cold and Chan's warm jacket is right there. Maybe that's why you find yourself setting your bag on the floor and taking the jacket out of Chan's hand, quickly slipping it on before you can argue how bad of an idea it is.

"Atta, girl," He praises into your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek and finally backing up.

"What happened to you backing off?" You ask as you zip up the jacket, looking at Chan. It's evident to both of you that the kiss flustered you a bit. You're certain Chan can see how red your face is.

Chan doesn't answer, just smirks, as he nods his head to tell you to look behind you. You grab your bag before turning around to find an angry Minho. His arms are crossed and his fists clenched. You watch as his jaw tenses as he stares are you and Chan.

"If you're not in the car in the next 5 minutes, we're leaving without you. We still have to pick up Ma-Ri and get breakfast." He says flatly, fire burning in his eyes as they refuse to leave Chan. He's actually staring him down.

"I'm going to kill you." You whisper at Chan.

"You took my jacket, sweetheart." He whispers back, shrugging.

You sigh as you walk towards the stairs. You're almost halfway to the stairs when you realize you don't hear Minho walking behind you. You turn around to find Minho and Chan staring each other down. A scowl on Minho's face as he shoots daggers at Chan. Chan, on the other what, has an amused expression on his face, clearly enjoying this.

"Minho, let's go," You call quietly, aware that most of your neighbors are still asleep. Minho doesn't move for a second as he continues to stare down Chan. Eventually, he breaks eye contact and walks towards you. When he's a bit closer to you, you start walking again.

"Bye, babe. Make sure you take lots of pictures for me, yeah?" Chan calls out, loud enough for Minho to hear but still not loud enough to wake up the neighbors. You roll your eyes and mentally start drafting the text you're going to send him in the car.

“It’s 7 in the fucking morning,” Minho grumbles as he walks past you.

***

“Wow,” Ma-Ri breathes.

The seven of you got to the beach earlier than expected. You're almost certain that Minho was driving illegally fast to get as far away from Chan as quickly as possible. If that's the case, your 3-hour drive tomorrow might become 5 hours. Because of how fast you were going, Minho missed a few stops and you ended up getting McDonald's close to the beach. It may have been a pain in the ass to hear Hyunjin complain about how he was hungry, but having breakfast by the ocean.

"Something about the breeze and the salt water making eating food better." Felix hums, bouncing in his spot before he takes another sip of his Jeju Hallabong chiller.

"Noona," In says before swallowing the rest of the food in his mouth, " why are you eating a choco oreo mcflurry this early in the morning?"

"Hm, if you mix it with coffee, it tastes better. And I need coffee if I'm going to babysit you five." You answer as you finish mixing the mcflurry into your coffee.

Truth be told, you didn't order the mcflurry, Minho did for you. You don't always mix them but he knows that it's your favorite thing to do when you get coffee from McDonald's. You could just get an ice cream latte, but the oreos and chocolate add to the coffee.

"What do you mean babysit the five of us? There are four underclassmen." Ma-Ri asks with her mouthful of food.

"Disgusting," Hyunjin mutters under his breath. You grab a napkin from the bag and then grab Ma-Ri's face, wiping the ketchup off her face.

"I think you're the fifth one, noona," Seungmin adds.

"Okay, yeah fair."

Minho sits quietly eating his food, laughing when someone says or does something funny. He's been deep in thought the whole time you guys were eating. He silently helped you apply sunscreen on your back after you helped everyone. Insecure about the scar that stretches across his abdomen, he's wearing a loose white sweater and doesn't need help getting sunscreen on his back. You haven't talked to him all morning, other than helping him with directions on the drive to the beach. His little jealousy act is getting old. You know Chan is flirty and that's just his default setting with you. He's not really going to act on his feelings because of your situation with Minho. But Minho doesn't know that, and unfortunately for you, he's never going to let you have the chance to explain. Even if you were completely over him, Minho's overall demeanor is enough to scare off any decent guy. And for that, you're mad at him too.

"I'm going in the water!" Felix shouts the second he finishes eating.

"Just wait a few minutes. If you get a cramp in the ocean, you're fuck." You explain as you start picking up the trash and collecting it into an empty food bag.

"What if I promise not to go all the way in yet? Just my legs." Felix asks as he stands up, brushing sand off of his hands.

"Yongbokkie," You sigh. You know there's no point in arguing with Felix. He'll start pouting if he doesn't get his way and you'll cave like always.

"I'll go with him, noona. I'll stop him from just throwing his whole body in." Hyunjin says, also getting up and handing you his trash.

"I want to go in too, actually," Jeongin adds.

"Me three," Seungmin says as he hands you the bag of trash he collected.

"Okay, okay. But if any of you get a cramp or gets sick, you're Poseidon's problem." You wave them off. All four of them kick off their sandals and run towards the retreating wave. You know it's only a matter of time before they're all soaked.

Ma-Ri takes the trash from you, offering to throw it away for you. You silently thank her as you get up and head towards the boys. You stand on the shore, on top of the cool, wet sand, watching as all four of them are already soaked to the bone and attempting to drown Hyunjin.

"Be careful!" You call out as you watch them. You're going to go in after them, eventually. It's too cold right now and you want to at least wait a few minutes to be sure none of them are going to need your help. With the way they're all tackling each other and hopping on each other's back, you may need to go in soon.

The beach isn't too crowded yet. For a Saturday, you know it'll be backed by the end of the day. Which is one of the main reasons why you came early. If it wasn't for all of your work and school schedules, you would have preferred to come on a weekday when you know it wouldn't get busy until late afternoon. But, with how cool it is today, maybe you'll get lucky and everyone will stay home.

"Give me your hand." You hear Minho call from behind you.

"No," You say simply, refusing to look away from the boys. Ma-Ri walks into your line of sight, finally returning from throwing away the trash.

"Y/n, give me your hand," Minho says again, getting slightly impatient.

"Why do you want my hand?"

"Just give it to me,"

"No!"

Minho walks in front of you, blocking your view of the boys and Ma-Ri. He roughly grabs your wrist, gripping it tight enough so you can't pull away but not too tight where it hurts. He places something hard and small in the palm of your hand before closing your fingers around it. His fingers linger over yours for a second before he finally lets go. You look at him, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. His eyes shift down to your hands, trying--begging you to look at the object he put in your hand. you let out an annoyed sigh before looking down at your hand and lifting your fingers slowly to reveal the mystery object. Your heart jumps in your chest when you're met with the ombre of copperish red of a perfectly intact scallop shell.

During the drive to the beach, everyone was talking about what they were excited to do once you all got to the beach. You answered that today was going to be the day you find the most beautiful sea shell and that it would be perfectly whole. Shell collecting has always been your favorite part of the beach. You can't even begin to count all of the beach trips where you spent hours just looking at shells. The fact that Minho was able to find the perfect one in such a short amount of time and brought it to you immediately warmed your heart. You flip the shell over in your hand, hoping to marvel at the slightly holographic inside of the shell only to be met with the other half of the shell. He managed to find a perfect scallop shell with both halves. You look up to meet his eyes.

Being stubborn, you and Minho rarely apologized to each other. It almost always ends in another argument or makes both of you feel awkward. So you just stopped, finding other ways to resolve your issues. You could tell by the twinkle in his eyes, the soft, pleading look, that this was his way of apologizing. And while it may be a simple apology, especially after how he's been acting, it means the world to you.

Your eyes drop back down to the shell and examine it carefully, making sure the scallop has vacated the premises. Once you're sure the shell is empty, you try to carefully pry both parts apart.

Pop!

The scallop shell separates with a small yet satisfying pop. You examine both halves before taking Minho's arm and placing the nicer of the two halves in his hand, closing his fingers around it. You finally look up at him, squinting your eyes a bit because of the sun bouncing on the water behind him. A small smile forms on his mouth, making him smirk more than anything as he tries to stop himself from grinning. It makes you melt, the look on his face. At the end of the day, you know Minho loves you more than anything. He's always had trouble controlling his emotions when it comes to you. You remember back when you were in preschool you told him you were going to play with the girls instead of him for the day and how much he cried. Deep down inside, he's still that little boy.

"I--What the fuck?" You had taken your eyes off of the boys and Ma-Ri for 2 seconds to have a moment with Minho to find that they're playing chicken in the ocean as the rough waves crash into them. Ma-Ri stands to the side acting as a referee. "Here, can you put this in my bag, please? Hey! Cut that shit out!"

"Felix, I know you're a fish but the waves are too rough for you to be back floating like that." You warn as you swim out to Felix.

The two of you aren't too deep into the ocean. The sand is only a couple of feet away, but as the day went on, the waves got rougher. Ma-Ri gave up after getting absolutely trashed by the water and is working on her tan next to Minho. Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin are playing in the sand, letting themselves get hit by the waves and struggling to stand back up afterward. They're having fun quickly building sandcastles before the waves destroy them. You and Felix, being the braver two of the group, decided to swim a bit.

"It's fine, I'm straight up chilling, noona," Felix says. Still, you hold onto his ankle to prevent him from floating too far away.

The day has been perfect. It wasn't too hot or too cold. It wasn't too crowded either. All of you took a break to eat lunch, reapply sunscreen, and play some beach volleyball. You even took a little nap on Minho's lap after lunch. You didn't mean to, but he was playing with your hair the same way he pets the cats. That paired with the sounds of the waves breaking on the sand, you couldn't help but fall asleep. Ma-Ri had also fallen asleep and when you woke up, Ma-Ri's whole body was covered in sand while only your feet were buried. The boys innocently built a sandcastle off to the side.

"Are we leaving soon?" Felix asks suddenly after a wave quickly washes over both of you.

"Hm, probably. We have to have enough time to take showers before dinner. My hair alone is probably carrying most of the beach at this point." You say after spitting out some water.

"I wish I could live in the ocean." Felix pouts.

"We can come to the beach more often. Not this one but the one closer to campus." You think for a moment as another wave washes over you. "Just, promise me if you ever feel homesick or down again, you won't bottle it in and come to one of us, yeah?"

"I promise!" You fight against the current as the water starts pulling you back again, pushing Felix in front of you.

The two of you quietly float for a few minutes, letting the waves wash over you. You drift a little further every time, and every time you try to bring both you and Felix closer to the shore. Felix eventually situations himself in an upright position, tired of getting water in his mouth. He starts to splash you hard with the water. You, in return, splash him back.

"Felix! Noona! Behind you!" You hear Seungmin's panicked voice call. You and Felix turn around to see a large wave barreling towards you.

"Oh shit," You quickly turn to the younger boy. "Quick, to the shore." You tell Felix.

Felix quickly turns around and starts swimming towards the shore. You also turn and start swimming. Felix is much faster than you, already halfway to safety as you feel the water start to rise above you. You take in a deep breath just as the large wave consumes you. Completely submerged in the salt water, you're jostled around. Your arms and legs flail around. You're not entirely sure which way is up or down anymore. You feel something attaches itself to your ankle. You try to ignore it as you attempt to swim to the surface. You do your best to remain calm. Your lungs are already starting to burn. Being a dancer, your lung capacity is a bit larger than normal. But you were already tired and out of breath from trying to keep you and Felix close to the shore. Your lungs and eyes are burning but you still hold on as you try to swim towards the light. You weren't deep in the water in the first place but you're not sure how far out you were dragged. Involuntarily, you take a breath as you feel something wrap around your waist. Scared of what that could be, you thrash around a bit. Whatever you're caught in now only gets tighter.

A few seconds later you feel your toes drag across the sand. Then your feet and your knees. The cool air hits your back as your hands also hit the sand. You gain enough strength to crawl onto the sand. The thing around your waist suddenly disappears. Coughing and sputtering out water, you continue to crawl on the sand. When you feel like you're far enough away, you collapse on your stomach. Your eyes remain closed

"Go get some towels! Quick!"

"Noona! Hey Noona! Can you hear me?"

"Fuck, this is bad."

"W-where's F...Lix?" You choke out as you gasp for air.

"I'm right here. Noona, I'm right here." You feel Felix's small hand rest on your back.

"T...hank god." You sigh. Your lungs are still burning but less so now that you're out of the water.

"Here," You feel something, probably the towel, get placed on your back. You then feel a few hands grab you and put you in a sitting position.

The towel wraps around you tighter. You feel a hand on your face and another towel being dabbed over your eyes. After a few seconds, you slowly open your eyes. They're burning but feel much better compared to when you were in the water. Your red, stinging eyes meet Minho's concerned eyes. You blink a couple of times to make sure you're not seeing things, but when they're settled, you still see that Minho is dripping wet.

"Did...did you go in after me?" You ask him.

"Of course I did," He says simply.

"How fucking stupid," You say sternly.

"Noona--" Hyunjin starts before you cut him off.

"No, that was stupid. He's an idiot. You're a fucking idiot." You push Minho's hands away from you and stare him down. Tears begin to prick the back of your eyes.

"Hey, Y/n, that's not fair. He was only trying to help," Ma-Ri says as she puts her hand on your shoulder.

"He shouldn't have."

"So what, I should have just let you drown?" He asks, quickly getting annoyed with you.

"Yes! You can't swim, you do remember that, right? What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking!"

"Yeah, no shit! Don't you ever, ever do anything like that again."

"Noona, he was just trying to--"

"He can't swim. You all know that. He had no business jumping in the ocean. We both almost drown. Do you understand that?" You don't break contact with Minho once, making sure he hears every part of what you're saying.

"We didn't," He replies.

"But we could have. That was the stupidest shit you have ever done in your entire life. You do know that, right?" You sniffle, your face becoming wet again. This time, from your tears.

"No it wasn't," He says firmly. The two of you stare each other down, neither one of you willing to back down. Everyone else is tense around you.

"Maybe...we should clean up and head over to the hotel. We can relax a bit before dinner." Ma-Ri suggests. The boys all quickly nod. Refusing to back down, you keep glaring at Minho. He lets out a frustrated groan before throwing down the towel and walking over to where your belongings are.

***

In all three of the motel rooms that Ma-Ri had booked, you and Minho had to get stuck in the one with one bed.

You're still mad about what happened at the beach earlier. Well, half of you is mad. Pissed even, that he's so careless with his own life that he would run into the ocean knowing he can't swim. Another part of you is touched. He still went in the water after you to try to save your life. It was reckless, insane, and romantic all at the same time and it's making you feel conflicted inside.

You step out of the shower, hair dripping wet all over your shoulders. You quickly wrap it up in a towel and continue to change into a pair of shorts and one of Minho’s old shirts. You didn't mean to grab one of his shirts. You were packing last minute and grabbed the first shirt you saw. It seems a bit ridiculous looking at your current situation with him. But your other option is to wear your pajamas to dinner and while that'd be comfortable, it would not be sensible.

Minho quietly brushes past you and takes his turn in the shower. You sit there in silence for a moment before you hear the shower turn on. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. You're not even sure why you were holding it in. Your lungs still slightly burn. Ma-Ri made you go to the medical tent before you left the beach. They said you'd be fine in a few hours but if it got harder for you to breathe, you should go to the hospital. So far, so good.

You pull the towel off your head and let your damp hair fall on your shoulders. You go through your suitcase and pull out your makeup bag. You originally planned on doing some makeup for dinner, but the tension from earlier changed your mind. Instead, you pull out a tube of chapstick and your face moisturizer. As you finish getting ready, you hear the water shut off. You go to put your things away neatly in your suitcase. You drape your wet towel over the back of your chair and place it in front of the air conditioner to dry just as Minho makes his way out of the bathroom.

"Hey, are you seriously mad at me?" He asks.

"Not mad, pissed off," You answer back quickly.

"Those are the same thing," He groans as he walks over to his suitcase.

"Barely," You mutter.

You finish tidying up to room and pulling your pajamas out for later as Minho puts on cologne. It's the one you like on him. It's his scent as far as you're concerned.

"I don't understand how what I did was bad. I saved your life, you should be bowing down and thanking me. Not bitting my head off."

"Minho," You stop what you're doing and turn to him. "You cannot swim. You do know that right?"

"Of course, I know that."

"Then why the fuck did you--"

"I panicked! I-I wasn't thinking, okay? One second I'm watching you go under, waiting for your head to pop back up, the next I'm pulling you out of the water. I wasn't in control of my body."

"That's stupid."

"How is that stupid?"

"When people drown, they panic. They desperately thrash about trying to get air. People get dragged down when they try to save someone from drowning. There was seaweed caught on my leg. This could have ended horribly in a million different ways--"

"But it didn't,"

"By some miracle, yeah we're both alive. What if we both drowned? What then?"

"We'd be dead," He deadpans.

"I'm serious," You cross your arms, your eyes stinging once again.

"So am I," He steps closer to you, "If we both had drowned, then we'd both be dead. End of story. But we didn't and you're being ridiculous."

"You should have just let me drown." Your voice cracks. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to drag your emotions deep down inside you so you won't have to deal with them.

"What?" He whispers. His voice is so low you almost don't hear him.

"Min, you almost died today too and it would have been my...I almost...fuck!" You quickly turn around and wipe your face. The tears you were holding back making a violent reappearance.

"Hey, hey, hey," Minho is suddenly in front of you.

He pulls your hands off of your face. He gently cups your face and tries to wipe your tears away. You look into his eyes. They are large and rimmed with tears and yet, he still wears a stupid smirk on his face

"I'm fine, okay. We're both fine. So stop crying. If I had drowned, it would have been nobody's fault but my own. But if I drowned saving you--hell, if I drowned while you made it out, I would have been fine with that."

"You need to stop doing reckless shit like that. Like, moving to the side of traffic when we walk on the sidewalk and waiting outside the bar for me to clock out and, picking fights with everyone who looks at me weirdly or cat calls me on the street."

"Y/n," He presses his forehead against yours, "I do reckless shit when I'm around you. I can't help it. I love you and I want to protect you. If something happened to you and I did nothing to stop it, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"And I'm supposed to live with myself if something happens to you? Because of me?" Your voice cracks again.

"I much rather have that than the other way around. Contrary to popular belief, I care and I would rather something happen to me than the people I love--to you."

"Stop saying you love me." You whisper, your tears slowly falling again as you blink.

"Why lie?" He whispers, slowly closing the gap between you as his nose rests on yours. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste.

"Because you don't mean it." You barely manage to choke out. He's so close to you, that your heart is about to burst out of your chest, you're almost certain he can hear it. His fingers feel like fire on your face.

"I do mean it. I've never lied to you a day in my life. I'm so in love with you that my body isn't even mine anymore. I lose control. That's why I always get mad easily when I see you with someone else. That's why I jumped in the water to save you. I can't go to the store without seeing something and wondering if you'd like it. Or hear a song and imagine you dancing to it while doing that high-pitched giggle you do when you're embarrassed. And that open-mouth smile you'll do while dancing when you know you're doing so well. You consume my every waking thought. And my sleeping ones too."

"Then...why aren't we together."

"You already know the answer to that," He closes his eyes, "I'm a coward. I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to lose you. I rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all."

"But I can't be with someone else?"

"I'm a selfish bastard. I want everything all at once. You have no idea. Even now, you're crying and all I can think about is kissing you."

"Then do it," You breathe.

Minho pulls away from you, his eyes finally opening again. His hands don't leave your face. He's loudly breathing as he's deep in thought. His eyes move to your lips with an expression you've never seen on him before. For the first time in your life, he's unreadable.

"Y/n, I can't..." His eyes meet yours again.

"You just said you were a selfish bastard. Be selfish and take what you want. I promise you, I want it to." Your hands rest on his wrists.

He stays there in silence again, thinking. Probably contemplating the pros and cons of kissing you. You know he is, you've done it too, and every time the pros outweigh the cons but you still never act on your whims, terrified of scaring him off.

Minho leans in quickly. You close your eyes and brace yourself for the impact of his lips on yours. Only, they never come. You slowly open your eyes to find Minho close to your face, his lips hovering over yours.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, his lips brushing past yours.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." You whisper back.

A few more seconds go by before Minho finally closes the gap. His kiss is soft, almost as if he's scared you're going to vanish right now. You place cup his face in your hands and he melts into your touch. Relaxing a bit, he presses his lips into yours a bit deeper. You slightly part your lips to breathe and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands drop from your face to your waist. You slowly start to get lightheaded as you quickly become intoxicated with his scent, his touch--him.

Your hands drop down down to the bottom of his shirt. You play with the hem of his shirt before your right hand makes its way under his shirt. Your hand resting on his defined stomach. Your finger gently strokes the scar on his stomach. Your left hand finds itself on the waistband of his pants. Your finger wraps around his belt loop and gently tugs. His right hand softly grabs your wrist and he pulls away from you. His hands are still on your waist and wrist and he stares at you, trying to breathe. His lips are wet and slightly swollen, probably just like yours. His eyes are full of both lust and concern, it's almost cute.

"Are you sure?" He barely whispers.

"I'm sure," You pull on his belt loop again, this time with more force, closing the gap between the two of you. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"I don't want to hurt you," He says softly, the lust slowly retreating from his eyes as becomes more concerned.

"Selfish and cocky," You chuckle.

"I don't mean like that. I mean that too, but I don't really, really, really don't want to fuck this up."

You press your lips into his. It's a simple, yet passionate, peck on the lips but it causes him to loosen up a bit. You slowly pull away and look him in the eyes.

"I trust you. With every part of me. Always have. You could never hurt me."

The concern melts off his face, being completely replaced by lust. He still hesitates moving for a second. You're almost certain he's about to chicken out before he crashes his lips onto yours, almost as if he's desperate this time. Your head becomes dizzy all over again as his hands trail over your body. You don't even notice Minho slowly walking you to the bed until your back is flat against it and he is suddenly hovering over you.

"Are you sure?" He mumbles against your lips.

"Positive."

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i feel like matthew is a boobs guy. like personally, he doesn't care if they're small or big cause all that matters to him is it's the fact that they're yours and he can suck and grope them as much as you let him. they'd be like stress balls for him. he'd also be so down to massage your boobs for you when they're sore.... and i'm probably saying this because my own smaller than average boobs are really really sore rn and i can't help but imagine matthew soothing them for me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

(also do you have like an anons thing? idk what they're called but if you do, can i be 🫧 anon?)

omg sure! you can be 🫧 anon <3 and also my first named anon aaaa!!! oh you are just like me bb #smallboobsgang 😞 i need his hands badly on my boobs rn 😵‍💫

as much as i think more about matthew being more of a thighs guy, but i also agree with this statement! he doesn’t mind how big or small it can be as long as he has you!!

in any chance he could and in any time of the day, he would sneak his hands inside your shirt and fondle your boobs, you casually just let him since it became a habit of his. you loved the warm feeling of his calloused hands, and you kinda craved into that feeling constantly since it served like a massage after a long day. sometimes, you would wake up with his chest on your back, engulfing you into an embrace, with his hands attached on your boob.

but these days, he hasn’t touched them in a while because of how busy you were :( luckily, you were home early and by the time you got into your shared bed, he had to take the chance to slide his hand into your shirt, grabbing them by the back. this time, it felt like he was craving to touch you, rather than fondling with it playfully.

“been a while since i touched your tits like this, missed it so much,” matthew whispers in your ear, following it with a trail of wet kisses on your neck and jaw. he flicks your tits, instantly hardening by the second he rubs the pads of his fingers, making you flinch in your position.

he flips you in your position, his head on the headboard and you sitting on his lap. (your pussy on his crotch exactly!!) he pulls you by the neck, going in for a kiss. your tongues instantly swirling aggressively, drool connecting each other’s mouths.

he lifts up your shirt, revealing your boobs, all in display from his sight. he attaches his mouth on one, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud, while he rolls the other tit with his fingers, mewling under his touch. at this point, he would be willing to make out with your tits disgustingly, as his drool would be slicking up your boobs, and marking your boobs with hickies.

the sensation of his tongue and his fingers all at once on your boobs, and you grinding on top his clothed dick felt spontaneous, making it pretty clear that both of you were desperate for each other’s touch after a busy week. these sensations were going straight to your pussy, a tight coil forming in your stomach.

matthew would constantly look at you, anticipated with your lewd reactions and noises that you make, making him wanting even more.

curious, he touches your clothed clit, instantly eliciting a moan. you grind down on his fingers, craving for more friction. a cocky smile drawn on his face, looking at your fucked out expression.

“look who’s already wet… too bad i only want your tits,” matthew smirks, cooing and teasing you before he dives back to your tits, playing with it and toying your soaked clothed clit until you’re all desperate and wet for him to fuck.

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YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 9)

Guys, I don't normally post here unless I have at least another POV ready, but I'm gonna admit this last Ivan POV is NOT working out. I rewrote it three times, and it's still fighting me. Hopefully I can dig myself out of the ditch, but oh well. Y'all can enjoy Till's POV while I suffer.

ON AO3 - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five&six - part seven - part eight

Till's life is going well. He's used to the new house, he's found new inspiration to write and mix more songs ever since Mizi's concert, so he's going live more often, which means his audience has been growing steadily. Dewey got a promotion at work and Isaac is doing an EMT course that will guarantee him a promotion as well.

He's also started chatting more often with Navi, enough so that they are... almost friends? He doesn't want to assume, but Navi is always so happy to talk about anything Till wants that the conversation flows easily. Navi especially likes to know what Till is eating, all the boring details that Till finds himself... eager to share. Till has never been overly chatty, and idle conversation is awkward, but somehow Navi shows so much interest in what he has to say that Till finds himself invested in expressinging himself more, in looking for things to talk about.

Navi likes knowing what Till thinks of the weather, and actively engages with him over which brand of ramyeon is better. Somehow, they can get into discussions over the most innocuous thing, and end up discussing music and lyrics and mixing for hours on end.

They have an ongoing discussion about the use of english in lyrics, which frequently comes back up whenever one of them thinks of another argument, and also an untold pact of sending animal pictures to each other; Till sends pictures of any dog he sees on the street, because Navi said it's his favorite animal even if he can't have one, and Navi sends back cat pictures, since his sister has one and cat pictures are easier than snake ones, which are Till's favorite animal.

Till feels... warm, about it. He's never had many friends, being a lone wolf throughout his school years; he was always in detention, or going directly home after school. He'd always had a temper, something that only really cooled after he left school and was allowed to focus on music. Dewey was his brother, not his friend, and Hyuna was more of an acquaintance than a close friendship.

Till also felt. Guilty, maybe? About the amount of money Navi kept spending on him. He wasn't a friendship expert, but he was pretty sure friends didn't send you almost 50$ dollars when you complained about picking between ramyeon and tteokbokki and told you to pick both.

(Till knew it was a mistake to migrate over from texting to Kakaotext, since now Navi could send him money directly through that. But he also had to admit the amount of stickers Navi used was beyond cute.)

Navi had also sent him some other gifts, beyond the spontaneous kakaopay transfers and normal stream donations; he's sent Till a collection of rings after bothering Till for a week straight to give him his ring size, a comfy sweater that Till didn't take off for a week due to how soft it was, and so on.

Till felt a weird tingling feeling on his stomach, a blush taking over his face whenever Navi sent him anything. He's normally fine ignoring it after a token protest, too practical to actually deny money.

He thinks he should feel bad about it, or something. Dewey told him, a few weeks into his streaming career, that he'd feel awful about getting so much money and not giving it back. Till thinks it's an exchange; he streams and people give him money for entertaining them. For a little while, the same applied to Navi. Why should he care if someone wasted their money on Till? He didn't think gacha companies were at fault for people's spending habits.

That was until they started texting. That was until Navi stopped being just a name on the screen and became a person who liked dogs, did spicy challenges for fun and had strong opinions about the conservation of endangered animals.

Till thought he might start to feel guilty, then, or at least want to pay Navi back somehow.

Instead what he gets is a warmth throughout his chest and an entirely undignified urge to squirm in place. He likes it when Navi spends money on the most mundane things, when Navi tells him to get himself some food. When Navi sends him money with instructions to get something specific Till scrambles to get it, and enjoys the treat with red cheeks and an unknown tightness in his chest.

He doesn't get it, and he's too embarrassed to talk about it with anyone else.

(Reviewing the memory, later on, will show Till the following; the weird warmth, the urge to squirm, it is arousal. Till likes it a lot, when Navi gives him things and tells him what to do with it. He feels spoiled and taken care of and confusedly horny about it all.)

He's doing his best to not care much about it, but his weeks-long wave of good luck seems to have run dry, because he ended up sick some two days ago. He's had to cancel three streams already, and is miserable enough he's debating actually going to a doctor about it.

Luckily for him, he's not coughing or nauseous, which are his least favorite symptoms. He is congested and his nose is running all the time, and he does feel feverish, but there's not much he can do about that except sleep it off.

He's currently huddled into his couch, slowly eating the samgyetang Isaac made for him and watching a show Hyuna recommended. It's a simple, no-thoughts-necessary show; the female MC is a former yakuza member that's trying to leave her past behind and live as a teacher, and the two competing love interests are a big executive type who has a child on the school and is an ass to her but is able to afford a pretty luxurious life as long as she goes along with his plans, or a old member of the Yakuza who fell in love with her when he was a child and is now reforming himself to be able to stand besides her "in the light", as he put it.

Till is cheering on the yakuza guy, mostly because he's a lot sweeter than the asshole executive.

He's also live-blogging to Navi, who has been hovering so badly that Till gave up and allowed the other to get his actual address so Navi can buy him some soup and energy drinks. He thinks he'll regret it later, but he's not complaining right now, when Navi is making sure he has food delivered for every meal and also all the necessary meds.

You [ 5:47PM ] Oh look, the asshole is going on a business trip. Maybe we'll get some good scenes with the yakuza guy now.

Navi [ 5:47 ] You're really invested into this, aren't you? What do you even like in this character?

You [ 5:48PM ] He's just so much better than the asshole. I don't get why girls would ever go for someone who's so rude to them.

Till huffs, looking up at the TV as the in-between episode extra starts. They're always funny, showing the behind the scenes and some interviews with the actors. He likes the main actress well enough, and by what he saw the actor for the asshole is a well-established star that he had no idea existed until now.

Well, the same can be said of the younger yakuza guy. His actor, someone named Ivan, is talking about how he prepared for the role, and Till can't help but be interested. The asshole guy only talked about his physical conditioning, but Ivan is talking about how he talked things over with the director, watched former-yakuza interviews and did his best to research about the motivations of his character.

He's also very handsome, in an endearing way, and Till can't help agreeing with the interviewer when she tells Ivan his fans will love the role, and that seeing him do such an earnest character will get all the girls swooning.

You [ 5:48PM ] Also, seeing the interviews, this Ivan person is just a lot better than the other actor. He cares a lot more about his character, which I think is way more important than how you look.

The interview ends, and Till decides to send another commentary before getting up to fetch more tissues for his nose.

You [ 5:48PM ] I bet Ivan would look cute doing aegyo. He's got the face for it, at least. Though I don't know if actors do that, I've only seen Idols do it on command.

Message sent, Till puts his phone to the side and gathers his little mountain for tissues and shuffles to the trash can, dumping them before refilling his water bottle and getting a new box before snuggling up again.

Navi still hasn't answered.

He frowns. He knows Navi can be busy, he definitely has other things to do rather than keep Till company, but he usually sends a BRB text if he'll be away from his phone for more than a minute.

He's still a little sick, and fervish, and miserable, so he doesn't think too hard about it and messages Navi again.

You [ 5:50PM ] Navi?

Navi [ 5:51PM ] Sorry, hyung. I just got surprised. My name is Ivan as well.

Till makes a little surprised noise. Ivan isn't that common of a name. What are the odds?

You [ 5:51PM ] Wow, it must be weird to share names with someone famous.

Navi answers quickly, but with far poorer grammar than what Till is used to.

Navi [ 5:52PM ] haha yeah well, I got used to it. do you like Ivan?

You [ 5:53PM ] I haven't seen much besides this series, he seems pretty good. Did you have any recommendations?

Navi – or, well, Ivan. Till quickly goes to change his contact name before he forgets – takes some more time to answer, and Till decides he must be busy, so he puts the show back on, doing his best not to sneeze into his soup. It's only as he's almost napping that he gets a text.

Ivan [ 5:52PM ] "Creating Heaven", "So long, not enough" and "Kamera" are tolerable, but hyung should watch some more and tell me what's your favorites!

Till is too sleepy to type, so he just takes a picture of himself giving thumbs up and snuggles back on his couch, Ivan-the-actor's soothing voice talking with the MC lulling him to a nice, dreamless sleep.

part ten

#writing #wip #alien stage #ivantill #you taste the silver

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riddleymethis · 1 year

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do you think we could maybe have the Gang’s reactions to the reader coming into work after having spontaneously cut their previously longer hair the night before? I swear I’m one listen to brother by kodaline away from doing it

please, and thank you

STOPP THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT BC IVE DONE THIS BEFORE multiple times.

yes I absolutely can

The Gang's reaction to reader impulse cutting their hair shorter!

CW/info:Gn reader! Sfw!

Characters: Reagan, Gigi, Andre, and Brett (I'm sorry Myc and Glenn lovers idk how to write them at ALL)

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Brett:

- barely questions it tbh?

- not that he doesn't have any questions, he's just more concerned about how you're feeling rather than how your hair looks

- LISTENNN he's been friends with so many people in college and high-school. Most of there reactions to an emotional break down was cutting their hair or dying it impulsively

- After you reassure him you're doing fine and that it was just a spur of the moment thing, he's just very supportive! Says it looks very good on you!!

- even offers to help you style it bc he 100% owns like 15 tubs if hair gel

Reagan:

- Tries really hard to mind her own business and not be rude by asking but you can just. Feel her staring at your hair every 5 seconds

- "If you're gonna ask, just ask."

- "what the fuck happened to your hair?"

- YOU EXPLAIN IT WAS A SPUR OF THE MOMENT THING OK???

- YOU WERE LISTENING TO MUSIC. YOU WERE IN YOUR FEELING AND U JUST KINDA. Snip snip yknow?

- she honestly can't judge you because she's pretty sure she's done the same thing when she was drunk before

- gives you a shitty little comb and tells u to at least try and brush down the uneven ends so it looks normal and offered to take you to her place after work

- she's not a professional or anything, but she can do something basic to make it look good. (Like have u seen her hair in the wedding episode... it's so cute)

Gigi:

- the moment she sees you she's like "OH MY GOD NOOO😭"

- You worry she doesn't like that it's short. She assures you it's not the fact that it's short, it's the fact that you impulse cut it in the messiest way possible

- drops everything she is doing to give you the cutest make over ever.

- actually makes you feel even more confident than before about your new appearance??

- she tells you next time you want to cut your hair to TELL HER and she will always find a way to make it work. She wants you to be happy!♡

Andre:

- ok be real he probably cares the least bc his hair care routine is just like. The generic shampoo and conditioner and wash. No styling or anything

- so if you walked in missing like half your hair from the lower half bc you cut off he'd just be like "!! Nice cut!"

- might just impulsively walk up to you and start petting your hair without saying anything. He just wants to see how it feels

- HONESTLY... I rlly can't see him having a big reaction. He just. Does not care and would support it

#andre lee x reader #brett hand x reader #inside job x reader #reagan ridley x reader #inside job #gn reader #gender neutral reader #request

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firestorm09890 · 10 months

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okay this is a little deranged but hear me out for a sec

Athena’s a pretty important character in The Odyssey, yeah? I’ve never read The Iliad so I can’t say anything about that but she definitely pulls lots of godly things in The Odyssey

I think that an Athena does exist in The City, and that she'll be part of Demian's squad. Why?

Athena is to Outis as Demian is to Sinclair.

shit Demian does:

recognizes and favors specific people with potential

shows up spontaneously at unusual times to give advice of varying helpfulness or to act as a deus ex machina (and this is a major stretch, but the deus ex machina did originate in greek theater...)

is such an enigma that characters can't tell whether he's human or... some higher power

And that's all stuff Athena does to make sure her most favorite mortal and his family make it through the events of The Odyssey! She (actively) interferes with everything way more than any other god

Now, we don't even know what Demian's doing, nor what kind of allies he'd have, but look I love The Odyssey and I love Athena and Outis's chapter is a long ways off so this is how I'm coping

#limbus company #outis #demian #project moon #me post

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simmireen · 10 months

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Can I kiss you?

CW: suggestive slight intimacy Sorry, english is not my first language, so sorry if any grammar isn't perfect 😬

I looked at her, from a distance, she didn't notice me looking at her. She was talking with her daughter on the phone. Probably talking about me, I chuckled. The little frown she makes reveals her small wrinkles at the sides of her eye. Besides that she didn't look that old, even with the knowledge she had a past with alcohol, she really dried up well, because when she wears her heels, oh man.

We both are here in Sulani and the last couple of days I had to split myself in two. During the day I had to be there for my son, his girlfriend and my grandson but during the night I sneaked out to be with this lady who made sure my heart skipped a beat. I was wondering why she made my heart flutter, because I didn't think I would be ready for a relationship, not after my past and not after being married to my work, but in some way, since our first meeting in Sulani at the wedding of her son, this miss has made me go nuts. Then I have to say, maybe not after our meeting in Sulani, but no, our spontaneous meeting, on valentine's day, in the big city of San Myshuno when I was babysitting my grandson.

I can't really explain why she does these things to me, but she slightly makes me lose my mind when I'm around her. I have this huge feeling of wanting to take care of her, wanting to hold her, wanting to keep her safe. She already told me several times she feels safe with me and I'm happy I can provide her a safe space.

Many times she tells me she can't like me, can't be with me, but the next moment she pushes me onto a bed kissing me passionately, or surprises me with the most deep kisses I ever had. These mixed signals are difficult to ignore, but I also can't contain the attractive force we have. I have lost my calm a few times too. It's been a while since I have been in a dating situation, -let alone- falling in love. It's the same for her, maybe that's why we are craving each other in a physical way.

The many times she puts her hand on my arm or chest, without pretty much noticing what she does, she did it too when she was here the first day. Thinking back to that moment still gives me goosebumps.

I took her to the pool for a few hours and we had a good time relaxing together. When we got back to her hotel room I searched for my t-shirt. I thought I pulled it off in the bathroom, but when I walked in, I could not find it. Minnie walked in and wanted to search with me, but I was pretty sure the housekeeping probably took it to the room itself. The bathroom has a small entrance so we ended up standing there together in that small area and there was this moment when I looked at her, her eyes searching for a confirmation that we were going back to the room, but instead of the two steps backwards she needed to do, she came one step forward closer to me.

To break the ice on that particular moment I asked her, genuinely, if she enjoyed her time here in Sulani. She only was there for one day by then, but I wanted to make sure my time split in two, was going to be okay for her. I wanted to make sure I was giving her enough comfort, but her hand, placed onto my bare chest again, felt warm and felt asking for more.

She made a little sigh and cupped my cheek. She told me she did enjoy it, but also told me she felt lonely when I was not around. Her little small disappointed smile she was giving me, still makes me melt. 'I'll be here as much as I can, without giving them an idea where I am', I told her. She brushes my neck and shoulders softly, making me feel adored. A soft tingle runs through my body. She closes her eyes, breathing in slowly, making soft circular movements with her fingers on my upper body. I looked at her and wanted her closer to me, 'Can I kiss you?', I asked.

Her soft chuckle made me smile. I realize that in my own insecurity habits I keep asking her if I can kiss her. I just don't want to go too fast or surprise her, even though she surprises me a lot of times with a sudden kiss. It's just that I don't want to make the same mistakes as I did before.

She opens her eyes and looks at me with her sad eyes and answers that she came all the way to Sulani for me. I place my hands on her hips and pull her gently closer to me. Our noses brush softly. I tell her it's out of my own insecurity I ask her all the time. She gives me a slight smile and closes her eyes and softly breathes out. She smells like flowers. Her perfume got a kick from the water from the pool. I wait a little before really getting closer to her mouth, our breaths in unison. I still love her initiating these kisses. I think it's a way of accepting that she has feelings for me too, but doesn't want to allow herself to like me.

Our lips slowly come closer to each other and when they touch, I can taste she had a sweet drink before, mixed with the sweet scent she already had. Her lips are soft, easy to kiss. Her hand is still on my collarbone making soft movements. They give me goosebumps when she moves to my neck. When I open my mouth, she does the same. Very gently the tips of our tongues touch, but we both are a little shy to really give more, so we stay at the part where we gently discover each other's lips some more, until Minnie very gently pushes her body to mine. Her light damp bathing suit against my chest. Damn, I love her sudden changes in behaviour when she suddenly becomes slightly more passionate. I think it's because she really craves physical attention, same as I do, because we both have been alone and without any physical touch for a long time. We still are careful though, and don't want to hurt each other in any way, but longing for it either way.

In a way it's good we keep it slow. I don't want her to think I'm only doing it to get her in bed. No, I want it all. I want a connection, a connection in both ways. And I think, hope, we have found each other.

I gently grab my chance while she is in her passionate stage. She stops touching my collarbone, but holds onto me with two arms around my neck. The wall is very near so I gently push her to the wall. It gives me some more freedom to feel my body pushed to hers. The kiss is deepening and the warm feeling overwhelms me. With one hand I hold on to the wall and with the other I find the edge of her swimsuit on her back and softly play around the edge to the front, where I almost touch the side of her breast. A wave of an intense feeling of desire grows inside me slightly, I even push my hips a little bit more into Minnie hers, so she can feel it too. I really should back off, because I don't want to give the wrong intentions. I have to stop before I can't hold this anymore. This is difficult, but I don't want to go too fast. 'No, you have made a promise to yourself', I'm repeating to myself.

But I can't stop. In some reflex I lower both of my hands to her hips too, I don't even know what I'm doing. The animal inside of me loses control little by little. But not only on my side, but also on Minnie's side, because with my hand on her leg she suddenly raises her leg so I have all the freedom to feel her upper leg. While I touch her leg I feel her leg is filled with goosebumps. I feel her heartbeat fastening and mine takes over her rhythm. We are in sync and it's feeling better than ever.

'Jim, you really have to stop now, you are on your way "home" to not make the situation more difficult for Minnie', I'm telling myself. Even though I think I made it worse now. This passionate kissing grew my desire for her even more, but no. We can't do this right now, I can't find the motivation to stop if we are continuing this right now. I let go of her leg and let go of her lips on my lips. I let out a deep sigh, while panting, because I am out of breath, because for a few minutes, the air between us became breathtaking.

I look at her, seeing her beautiful mesmerizing eyes that look a little disappointed, but at the same time surprised about what we did. She also knows we can't do this. Even though we both really want it.

Still panting I had to say something. She was panting too and we both were in some kind of state of 'what-just-happened'. 'I.. I think I have to go' I stuttered..

I walked out of the bathroom with heavy legs. 'What just happened?'. Yes, these deep passionate kisses were exchanged between us before, but this way, letting ourselves go this way? Nope, that didn't happen yet. I grabbed my clothing and the backpack I took because I told Jake and Ella I was going to be sightseeing and being the tourist this afternoon, yes that was a good excuse to spend the afternoon with Minnie.

Minnie walks in the room still with semi-shocked eyes. I pretend I don't see it and pretend I am not in shock from what happened. I walk up to her with my backpack ready to go and caress her cheek. I hold her chin and give her a little kiss on her mouth. 'See you tonight'.

Can you imagine I went back to the beach house I'm staying at and took a cold shower? ....

#simmireenspicytexts #notreallyspicy #just a little #jimmin #to see their story go to my simstagram

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