#he's been bias wrecking me too much lately

[pshaven]

hii I’m back 😋 jake has been bias wrecking me so bad lately. can I request makeup artist!reader practicing a new makeup look on him at home for enha’s comeback? he’s being a lil perv and ogling at her curves :,) it can lead to more if you like idc, you take the wheel!

💫 - thank you <3

anon i love you

cw! oral (m receiving), pervy jake, RAMBLY JAKE RAHHH

“are you sure you don’t have any scheduling today?” you ask jake as you prep your makeup on the table in front of the mirror, your back facing the boy in his designated chair. you learned some new tricks from another makeup artist a week ago, but had no one to practice on other than your mannequin but you desperately wanted to try it on a real person. 

“of course i don’t, or else i wouldn’t be here right now. my manager would be getting on my ass right now if i had skipped anything,” jake chuckles, watching you fondle and organize all your products in a neat order. you sigh before turning around, your hands reaching for his face as you cup his jaw, maneuvering his head around to get a good look at the lighting in the room. 

“thanks for doing this again, jake,” you say for the nth time since he walked into the room. he smiles as he lets you move his face around, “of course. i gave you my number for a reason, so you can call or text me whenever you need something.” you bite the inside of your cheek at his words, your hands leaving a lingering touch on his jaw before you fully turn around to grab some products to get to work. 

you can’t say being flirted with by jake of all idols you’ve worked with is the worst thing, because it isn’t. the only bad thing is that it’s hard to not reciprocate it, especially when he makes it so easy with the pretty boy face of his. 

but you underestimate jake, with you being blissfully unaware at the way he is shamelessly ogling your ass through your tight jean shorts that have him sucking in a breath. he’s thankful he wore loose sweats today, feeling his lower abdomen swirl with arousal especially when you cupped his face earlier. 

you quickly get to work on him, your non dominant hand cupping his jaw as you focus on his eye makeup. he’s doing his best to be subtle, he swears he is! but you make it so hard, your tits basically hovering by his face, just asking for him to suck sweetly on them. he’s extra fidgety today, much to your naiveness so you grip his jaw a bit tighter, thumb digging into the side of his cheek slightly that causes his lips to purse together. 

“stay still,” you mumble with a smile on your face, eyes still trained on his own to focus the shadow on the outer corner. he gives you a boyish grin, his hands surprising you when they touch your waist. 

“then you should tie me down,” he muses, expecting you to react like you always do— caught off guard and surprised as if he doesn’t hint anything suggestive when given the chance. 

but you open your mouth before thinking, too consumed with getting this new technique down on him. “didn’t know you were into kinky shit like that,” you snicker. now jake is caught off guard, his mouth goes slightly agape despite your hold on his jaw. you furrow your brows before shutting his mouth for him, your index finger tapping the side of his cheek. “now be a good boy ‘n shut up for me, okay?” 

what was his half hard cock in his sweats is now fully rock hard, the fingers on your waist twitching a bit from your words. you’ve always been good at ignoring his flirtatious attempts whenever you would do his makeup before performance and award shows. he would’ve gotten you alone sooner if he knew you would start acting up like this. 

you smile satisfyingly when the chatty boy in front of you finally shuts up, letting you work on his eyeliner in peace. “oh shit, sorry—“ you apologize when you drop one of your brushes from his hands and onto his lap, you immediately reaching for it without looking. your apology falls short when your hand brushes over something… particularly stiff that is way bigger than a makeup brush. 

his eyes meet yours sheepishly, your own darting back and forth between his lap and his face. but jake doesn’t apologize. why should he? you’re the one who got him like this in the first place, and he likes the saying don’t start what you can’t finish. 

like what you said earlier. it’s hard to say no to jake, with his stupidly handsome face, so how can you say no when he asks you to help him out? in the confines of your small makeup room, you’re in between his thighs on your knees, heavy cock in your hand while jake’s chest is heaving up and down. 

“spit on it,” he tells you, but with his hissed tone it’s more of a demand. you do what he says, straightening your back to hover over his cock and letting your drool drip down messily onto his length. “my god, you’re so hot. you have no idea—“ he gets cut off with a gasp when your mouth envelopes him, a sigh leaving your lips in doing so. 

he lost his words, his head thrown back as he throws his free arm over his mouth to muffle his moans. “y-y’know… every time you do my makeup- hahh- i get hard just thinking about you like this… down on your knees, taking my c-cock in your mouth,” he rambles, hips occasionally lifting off the chair as he gently thrusts. 

“i-i love it whenever you- um—“ he hisses when you go even deeper, letting your tongue run down the underside of his cock. “fuck! oh shhiit. l-love it when you do my l-lips… just wanna kiss you everytime- ah!” his moans get louder each time your throat contracts around him. the noises that leave his lips only encourage you more, his rambly praises leading you to reach your free hand down your thighs, rubbing your neglected clit. 

“you enjoying it that much?” he groans, catching a glimpse of your hand reaching down. “shit, if i knew you were like this i would’ve gotten you alone much sooner,” he mutters, entangling his hand in your hair and pulling you off his cock. you whine in protest, a thin string of spit connecting your lips with his cock still.

“awh-” he coos in fake sympathy, his hand that was in your hair now cupping your cheek as his thumb swipes around your lips in a weak attempt to clean up your messy spit. “don’t worry, next time you can spend all day sucking on my cock.. but now, let me see how wet that sloppy cunt is for me.” 

#enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen #jake x reader #jaeyun x reader #jake smut #jaeyun smut #enhypen jake smut #enhypen jake #enhypen fanfic #sim jake #sim jaeyun

[dangowon]

title » boyfriend hcs !

pairing » nishimura riki x gn!reader

requested? » no

genre » fluff

word count » 0.8k

a/n » first post <3 ni-ki has been bias wrecking me so much lately (when is he not tbh) so i thought i'd make this ! there might be grammar issues or typos since i did write this at like 1 am, so i apologise.

✧ well.. you sure are in for a ride if you're dating this boy.

✧ he quite literally lives to tease you. due to his immense height, he likes to purposefully keep things out of your reach just so that you'll ask him for help. he'll pretend to lean in to kiss you and then move away at the last second, proceeding to laugh at your annoyed face and calling you cute.

✧ when you've been too busy to give him attention, he'll whine like giant toddler and pester you until you finally kiss him. he'll do this even more if you've been neglecting him in favour of someone else, even if it's just someone you partnered up with for a school project.

✧ as much of a headache (affectionate) he can be sometimes, he's also the cutest boyfriend ever.

✧ one of his main love languages is definitely physical touch, and although he can be shy about it at first, once he gets comfortable with you, he will never stop clinging onto you.

✧ he gives you cheek kisses all the time; when he's greeting you, when he's saying goodbye, and even sometimes randomly during a conversation. he just can't help himself, "you're too kissable," is what he says as an excuse.

✧ he could never live without cuddling you honestly. sometimes he invites you over to the dorm or comes over to your place just to nap in each other's arms. he pretends like he's disgusted at the idea of being the little spoon but once you do it, he's obsessed. he definitely doesn't mind being the big spoon, though.

✧ back hugs are his favourite type of hugs. he'll do it when you're distracted to surprise you, when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone else, when you're cooking, whenever you're standing in general honestly.

✧ when he hugs you from behind, he'll place his head on your shoulder and he fully expects you to play with his hair or turn to the side and kiss him, no matter what you're doing.

✧ you wearing his clothes is a one-way ticket to see him being all mushy and lovesick. he tries to act like it doesn't affect him when you wear his hoodies, but you just look so adorable in it even though you're practically drowning in the fabric that he can't help but smile in a lovestruck daze.

✧ his other love language is quality time. he loves going out with you; to places you've never been to before and even to places that might seem mundane to other people. you want to go on a walk? he'll come with you. you need to go buy something? he'll go too. you need to study? suddenly he's a hardworking student who needs to study as well.

✧ he loves to spend time with you, no matter what you're doing. your presence is so comforting to him and if he can't go with you somewhere (in which case he'll be sulky), he'll text you while you're away.

✧ it might seem overbearing in retrospect but he really just loves it when you're around him. he understands that sometimes you need space and he respects that, he needs space sometimes too, but most of the time you'll find him clinging onto you.

✧ for your first anniversary, as much as he wanted to give you flowers, he quickly scratched that idea because he wanted something that you could keep forever, and that was when the perfect idea hit him: lego flowers !

✧ it would probably take him a while to finish building the set, but once he's done he would be so proud of himself and would present them to you with his cute little boxy smile. 100% would combust if you kept them on your desk or on your bedside table.

✧ arcade dates with him are so cute. he insists on winning you prizes and gets you so many plushies from the crane games that you're not even sure you'll have enough space in your room for them all.

✧ he adores street food and he adores you as well, so obviously street food dates with him are a no-brainer. he even blows on your food before feeding it to you himself so that you don't burn your tongue.

✧ matching keychains with him ! he doesn't really like over-the-top couple items, but matching keychains are a cute and simple way to show off your relationship while also being discreet.

✧ he wants you to be there when he practises dancing, mostly because he wants to show off and look cool in front of you, but it's also because whenever you're there, he finds himself performing better — just for you.

✧ ni-ki is young, and he's most definitely not sure what awaits him in his future, but if there's one thing he's sure about, then it would be that he hopes you'll be there with him even as you both grow older, with you in his arms just like always.

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[dudadragneel]

Oh I too need a cozy Felix fic for the sheer sake of my mental health 🥲🤍lately he’s been bias wrecking me SO bad. I think of him getting a cold from the winter and having a bad fever, his little red nose and bare face with freckles showing. You trying to get him to eat but he doesn’t want to and ends up throwing up the minute he tries…

- 🧚🏽‍♀️

hello, dear 🧚🏽‍♀️!

Let's go!

This was supposed to be a little drabble, but I got a little carried away AGAIN and now you have a full surprise fic 🤣

COLD AFTERNOON

Winter came, stronger than before, just in time for the boys' rest period. It was the end of the year, meaning they had finished all their performances and could now go home and rest before their activities returned.

Performing at MAMA, Gayo Daejeon, Gayo Daechukjae, and Gayo Daejejeon, during winter was not easy. Not only because they were practically back-to-back performances, some in different countries but also because some of them were outdoors. And that was something that upset a lot of fans and you as well.

Given how hectic their end-of-year schedule was, it wasn't a surprise that their immune system was weakened. Meaning that a few after their official schedules ended, Felix came down with a really bad flu.

Usually, depending on the situation, you would head to the dorms to take care of him along with the boys, but since you were also on vacation this time, you decided that it would be better to bring him to your house so that you could give him the full-time attention he deserved.

You went to pick him up at the dorms and were met with a very sleepy and flushed face Felix, who was being supported by his Chan hyung. You knew he was feeling bad but didn't know it was this bad, to the point where he felt so weak, he had someone support him.

Hey Chan. How is he?

Hey! He is pretty sick. He felt faint when coming down that's why I'm here.

Oh honey...Here let me help.

I put some spare clothes in his bag and some of the medication we had here. I'll help you take him to the car.

Thank you.

You grabbed Felix's bag while Chan guided him to the car and carefully helped him set in.

Get well soon, mate. See you!

Thanks...

Thanks Chan.

Before you drove off, you put the seatbelt on Felix and reclined his seat so he would feel more comfortable. He could barely keep his eyes open.

The drive to your house was rather peaceful, apart from his coughing fits every now and then, he was coughing to the point where he gagged and those coughs were very productive. You knew what that meant so you were already preparing for later, since it would be inevitable.

Once you got to your apartment, you helped Felix out of the car and supported him all the way to the elevator. And you could feel he was hot and pale.

Babe, I feel dizzy...

I know honey, just a few more steps.

You helped him to your bed and lay him down and covered him. He didn't dare open his eyes because his head was hurting from all the coughing and the mucus in his eyes area. You closed the curtains and gave him a kiss and then went to prepare some light soup so he could eat later.

When you got back to your bedroom you saw how much the situation got worse in the few minutes you were out. His face was even more flushed than before, he was sweating and panting. You got closer to him and placed a hand on his forehead and he shivered under your touch.

oh my god babe, you're burning up.

You knew his fever was high but you got the thermometer anyways.

39­°! Babe, you need to take some medication to help bring it down.

But my throat hurts and my stomach feels weird...

Then let's take a bath? Do you think you can do it?

Yeah...

Come on.

You took him to the bathroom and he sat on the toilet while you prepared the bathtub for him, thank god for that bathtub, it was expensive but it's always coming in handy.

You helped him undress and guided him to sit in the bathtub.

Agh! It hurts.

His fever was so high the smallest touch hurt his skin, the water or even your touch.

I'm sorry babe, just hold on for a while.

You stayed in the bathroom and helped him wash his back and just stood there in case he felt dizzy again.

You got him a set of hoodie and sweatpants and left in the bathroom so he could change while you waited outside. Once he was done he called you.

Babe...can you come here...I feel dizzy....

You entered the bathroom and immediately went to his side to grab him as he was beginning to fall.

gotcha.

He clinged on to you like a proper koalla and you couldnt help but smile. His flushed face and those freckles made him look extra cute, even though he was sick.

You broughT him to bed and carefully lay him down and covered him. You caressed his face and felt that he was still a bit hot, you traced the freckles in his face gently, earning the cutest expression a human being could pull off.

I love you. I want you to be okay.

I love you too...

The medication you have for your overall symptoms is rather strong. You need to eat something before you take it.

I don't know...my stomach feels weird.

Weird how?

It's like I've been swallowing saliva all day long, because of the coughing fits, along with phlegm and now it feels like it's full. It feels like there's no room for anything...

I know that feels horrible, been there done that. But we need to try. I dont want to see you shivering like this. I'll be right here with you, don't worry.

You went to the kitchen to grab a bowl full of the light soup yo umade earlier and returned to the bedroom. Your senses were telling you that this might not work so you brought a bucket with you, just in case.

Here babe. I tried to make it as light as possible. Don't worry if you can't eat everything or if you throw up, okay? But give it a try.

Okay...

Given his state, you fed him, which made him feel like he was in heaven. You let him take his time to chew and swallow before giving him another spoonful. You managed to give him at least 6 spoonfuls before he felt full.

I don`t want anymore.

are you sure?

hm...

You placed the bowl away from him because you knew what was going to happen. Felix sat back and hiccuped one time, he could feel his mouth filling with saliva, so he started to swallow convulsively.

You noticed the distress he was in and grabbed the bucket and placed it on his lap. You grabbed his hands and started rubbing them in circling motion, trying to help him feel a little better, since you didnt want him to throw the very little amount he managed to eat.

He didn't answer you, afraid that if he opened his mouth he would definitely throw up, so he just nodded a little no. But that was not what his body wanted. He tried taking deep breaths while squeezing your hand trying to calm down. However the nausea only grew stronger, his stomach jumped and sent liquid up his chest, faster than he could react and it hit the back of his mouth. Before he could even process what was happening vomit escaped through his fingers, thankfully hitting the bucket you had put on his lap.

He felt hot liquid coming up his chest so he instinctively squeezed your hand in an attempt to control his body. He tried swallowing it but it triggered his stomach even more so he started gagging into his hands. You moved yourself so you were now by his side and tied his hair in a ponytail and beggan rubbing his back.

- Honey, if it's making you feel sick it's best to get it out...

You rubbed his back and squeezed his hand back as he kept holding onto yours. You could see the pain in his face as another wave gushed out, mixed with phlegm, hurting his already sore throat.

Oh baby...you're doing good. I'm right here.

You said as you rubbed his back then massaging his nape, you could feel him trembling under you touch, which meant his fever might've spiked again. You noticed there were tears forming in his eyes.

Baby...what's wrong?

My throat...it hurts too much...

He said between sobs and leaning on your shoulder, you wiped his tears with your sleeve and brushed his bangs from his face so you could look at him and then carressed his cheek.

Baby...it's okay. You'll feel better soon. Are you done?

n-no-

As if on cue, his stomach jumped again making him duck his head inside the bucket, back arching as a strong wave made its way out followed by another one, ripping through his throat. He couldnt help but flinch in pain. After that, the only thing he kept throwing up for a while was thick saliva and phlegm. And eventually he was left dry heaving.

Babe, I think you're done. Let me get this away from you. Let's rinse your mouth. Now, straighten your back for me. Take a deep breath in and out, with me.

He followed your instructions until the remaining nausea went away. But now his throat hurt even more than before and he was burning again, his face flushed from the fever and strain he just went through.

I'm tired...

He said still leaning on you, panting a little from the exhaustion he felt.

I know baby...Let's get you some sleep...

You said as you carefully guided him to lay down, covering him with a blanket. Once he was settled you disposed of the putrid contents in the bucket and came back with it, some water and a wet cloth to put on his forehead to help reduce the fever, since taking pills right now would just result in him throwing up again.

You put the wet cloth on his forehead, placed the bucket near the bed, and proceeded to stroke his hair. He looked at you, eyes barely open, and gave a soft smile, while holding your hand.

Thank you, babe. I love you.

I love you too, honey.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and within seconds he fell asleep. And you spent the rest of the day nursing him back to health and spoiling him the way he deserved.

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[blossominghunnie]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩

Pairing: Ricky x fem!reader

Summary: Ricky and Y/n go on a holiday trip with their friends and fortunately, or unfortunately, they have to share a bed.

Genre: F2l, fluff

Warning: None

Notes: Ricky has been bias wrecking me lately so I thought about this for a few days now and since I love this idea, I had to write my own jsjs. 🥸 A little bit longer than what I usually write but I had inspiration. :)

“How could they have gotten the reservation wrong?” Y/n asked while gripping her hair in a distressed manner.

She and Ricky were standing side by side looking at the big hotel room in front of them.

“I don’t know, maybe because they have too much work?” Ricky tried to reason. “Anyway, I tried to talk to the front desk to change it for a suite or whatever room that had two beds but the hotel is fully booked because of the holidays.”

The girl sighted and walked towards the furniture that was by the door, placing her stuff there. Ricky doing the same.

“Okay, that’s okay. We can make this work.” Y/n tried to be positive. “You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa, it looks cozy enough.”

“No, no, don’t be a dummy.” The blonde shook his head. “I’ll take the sofa and you take the bed.”

“Why don’t you just share the bed and problem solved?” Another voice joined the conversation, it was Gyuvin, who was standing by the door.

“When did you get here?” Ricky questioned. “And how long have you been listening?”

“I got here like two minutes ago, while you were flirting or arguing or whatever.” He shrugged.

“We weren’t flirting, Gyu.” The girl rolled her eyes.

“Why did you come?” The blonde asked, a little irritated with his best friend.

“Oh, yeah. Just came to tell you that we’re all going to the pool later on and then we’ll get dinner, so be ready soon.” They both nodded and the brown haired exited the room.

A silence followed, the pair in deep thought.

“Maybe Gyuvin is right, it would be easier for us to share. Only if it’s okay with you.” Ricky spoke.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

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Y/n was laying on a sun lounger by the pool, by her side were Zhang Hao and Matthew, they were talking and joking; the boys teasing her.

“I can’t believe you got stuck in that situation and to make matters worse, with your crush!” Matthew giggled. He found the situation hilarious.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh at my misery all you want.” The girl pouted.

“Things would be so much easier if you confessed to him, but you’re a coward.” The oldest spoke, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m scared of being rejected, okay?” Y/n crossed her arms. “Things would be so awkward if he didn’t feel the same.”

“I’m almost 100% sure he likes you. Like, he laughs at your jokes, which are awful by the way.” He got hit on the arm while Zhang Hao laughed. “It’s true!”

“He also blushes when you smile at him, which never happens with other people. And haven’t you noticed how he’s super sweet and attentive with you?” The Chinese questioned. “I could go on and on.”

Both of them made good points. To be honest, she had noticed some things like how he liked hugging her a little longer or how he held her pinky when there was a crowd around.

Y/n never thought much of it since they had a very close and tight friendship.

But now she started to wonder for how long he’s been acting like this and if it had another meaning than only been a good best friend.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe he likes me and I’ve been clueless the whole time.” Y/n looked at them while getting to that conclusion.

That conversation gave her courage to talk to Ricky.

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After a day full of fun and delicious food, the friend group returned to their hotel rooms.

Ricky and Y/n said goodbye to Taerae and Hanbin, whose room was across, and entered theirs.

The pair took their shoes off and the accessories they wore and sat on the bed, a little bit far from each other.

“Do you wanna watch something?” The blonde asked after a minute of silence.

“Sure.”

He grabbed the tv remote and turned the tv on. He searched until he found a Christmas movie that he knew she loved, The Grinch.

They watched it for a while, well, Ricky was, Y/n was lost in her thoughts trying to find the right moment to confess to the cute guy next to her.

She finally decided it was now or never and spoke.

“Ricky?”

“Yeah? What’s up?” He looked at her, all her attention was on her.

“I have something to tell you.” She fiddled with her shirt’s sleeve. “I-I like you.”

The boy was stunned, he was processing what he just heard. He was hopeful that his crush liked him back but it still shocked him.

Meanwhile, Y/n couldn’t even look him in the eye, a lot of scenarios were running through her head since he didn’t answer right away.

“I like you too, Y/nnie.” He took her hand and caressed her cheek. “And I have for a while now.”

The girl was red, not only because she was lucky enough that she wasn’t rejected but because of the placement of his hand.

“You look so cute when you blush.” That only deepened her blush.

“Stooop teasing me.” She whined making Ricky laugh, she was adorable.

“I’m sorry, princess, but it’s the truth.” He moved closer and hugged her. Y/n melted in his arms.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.” They smiled and the girl took the initiative and kissed his lips softly.

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[seonghwanotes]

new years eve | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 953

a/n: this was originally a collab but i completed the ending bc the writer i collabed with had closed her acc so yeah, this had me thinking for a lil bit. ALSO THE GIF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im getting bias wrecked big time, i cannot imagine being yunhonotes 😭 (21 Aug 2021)

a/n: as i write this, it is 28th sept 2023 😭 had this in my drafts for a while, did not proofread at all so will just post this up for now x

It was finally the most awaited week of the whole year, Christmas week. It was a family tradition for everyone to start preparing for Christmas when December came by but this year round, you were away from your family and you were spending it with Yunho and his friends. Considering that everyone was busy with their own schedules and you finally got a break till New Years, you began your preparation a little later than usual.

But as usual, Christmas went by in a blink of an eye. Right after you had taken down the Christmas tree all by yourself, you let out a loud sigh, feeling a little sad. It certainly felt a little different since it was something you’d do together with your family members but it didn’t feel as lonely since you were with your loving boyfriend.

You grabbed your phone off the couch and took a picture of the now dismantled tree, sending it to Yunho who was at practice with the boys. Not even a second passed, he had seen your message and immediately called you.

“Oh, hello?”

“Y/N, how can you take down the tree without me helping you out? It must have been hard, especially with the upper part of the tree.” He scolded you, making you chuckle.

“Yunho, it’s fine. I was gonna do it by today anyway and I was free after you left so I just got it done. You would be home later anyway. I used a chair in case you were wondering.” You replied back, earning a sigh from him. You didn’t need to be next to him to see his pout and know that he was upset for not helping you out.

You waited for a bit as you sat down, grabbing your gifts you got for Yunho along with the gift wrapper. You set your call on speaker mode and put your phone down. You could only hear some of the boys whispering to each other but it wasn’t too audible since the background music was blocking their voices out.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t wait till you came home but tomorrow’s New Years eve! You know I don’t like keeping the tree up for longer than 3 days. Anyway, I’m going to the supermarket soon to get some stuff for our dinner tomorrow.” You told him, still not getting a response back. “Should I get champagne too?”

You and Yunho spent a homely Christmas together as everyone was with their family except for the two of you. It was not much but work has definitely made your lives much more busier, causing you two to not get presents for each other in time that you were doing it pretty late. Not that it mattered to you at this age but you felt bad for not carrying out a simple task.

You started wrapping your presents, occasionally glancing at your phone to see if he was about to end the call since he wasn’t answering you back. There was some light bickering among the boys but you couldn’t hear what they were talking about. “Jeong Yunho, If you wanted to help me out so badly, do me a favour and ask the boys what they would want for gifts or I’m wrapping vegetables for all 8 of you.”

Your threat seemed to slightly work as you heard Mingi chime at the other side of the call, “Ya, I don’t want vegetables this year. You better ask her for her size or I’m asking her myself!”

Size? Your size for what? You were about to voice out but Yunho cut you to it. “Well, that sounds fine. Go ahead, baby.”

“So you want me to get vegetables for them?” You questioned, earning a yell from Jongho.

“Y/N! Don’t listen to hyung! Get us what you feel like getting us except vegetables… what? Oh, no mint chocolate for Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung. We love you!” He yelled, making you laugh. These boys were enough to make you feel like you were at home.

“Not sure why I’m on speaker mode but okay.” You answered back, hearing someone getting a hard smack. You were about to end the call but stopped when Yunho called out. “Baby, wait! One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Your hand is almost the same as San’s right?” The question almost came out as a whisper, Yunho knowing you would get agitated at that question since your hands were the size of a child compared to his delicate giant ones.

“You know the answer already. Why are you even asking this? Are you getting me a bracelet from Pandora or what?” You asked him, sealing the gift wrapper with a ribbon on top for Yunho’s gift, which was a Rolex watch and matching rings that you’ve been eyeing for a while now.

A silence was heard initially, then a voice followed along. “Yeah, would rose gold do?”

Your cheeks flushed, “Ah, um, yeah. See you later then. Tell the boys to be early tomorrow. Oh, I’ll get 3 bottles of champagne then, okay?”

“Okay, sure thing. Yes, 3 is fine. I love you.” Yunho replied, sending a kiss through the call.

“Love you too.” You responded and ended the call.

One gift wrapped and there was more to go. You sighed, pushing them away for awhile and opened your laptop to surf the internet, making a list on what to buy for the boys, wanting it to be meaningful as well. Even if Christmas wasn’t as joyful as you wanted it to be, New Years was going to be the most memorable holiday you had in a while and you couldn’t wait for it to arrive.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #kpop #writing #jeong yunho au #yunho imagines #yunho fanfic #yunho au #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #new years day

[avaetin]

I took a long break from reading ao3 (i had a reading burnout bcs of college) and decided to check if some of my fav fanfics have updated, and A Kairos Moment had several chapters I had to catch up with. I did. And lemme tell you...

WHO DO I SHIP?!

One moment I'm rooting for Aenon x Nico then the next I'm like 'aww Will and Nico are cute here too' (cus of my solangelo heart) THEN you throw in Perico into the mix. I'm utterly confused and a wreck. Which do i ship?! Do i ship them all?! Harem for Nico!

ALSO ALSO I heard Alabaster is gonna show up and now I'm like... If this starts another ship in my head I'm going to eat my fish tank's pebbles.

PS. I'm loving everything about AKM especially Aenon

Jason: ... Am I just a piece of wood? I had moments with Nico too.

Me: Well... Canonically, you're dead, so--- Wait. Are you even alive? (pokes him with a stick)

Jason: (swats at the stick) I'm alive in your AU!

Me: Oh, right! Right... Conscious decision.

Jason: Why did that sound like you're disappointed?

Me: Anyway-

Nico: (sitting on his throne)

Me: (shows him off in Will Smith fashion)

Alabaster: (tries to smile innocently but looks menacing instead) I "look forward" to working with you.

Me: Of course. We made a deal. Moments with Nico in exchange for some... hardships.

Alabaster: (turns to Percy) Is it too late to back out?

Percy: Why do you think Jason and I are still here if there's that option?

Me: For that ass. (gestures at Nico)

Percy: (grins) Yeah, that ass.

Me: (to Alabaster) You're also here for that ass.

Alabaster: And you're still bias to your OC. (points at Aeon)

Aeon: (smiles triumphantly)

Erebus: (peeks his head inside the room)

Aeon: (smile drops) Why are you here?

Erebus: (smiles meaningfully)

Aeon: (turns to me) You did not.

Me: (smiles innocently)

Aeon: (turns to Nico) I'm still your husband.

Nico: Don't blame me, blame her! (point to me)

Me: What? It's a shipping opportunity! Besides, he's essential to the plot but won't have that much screen time as The Three Stooges over there. (referring to Jason, Percy and Alabaster)

Erebus: (sighs) How disappointing.

Me: You weren't disappointed when I- (whispers the plot to him)

Erebus: This better be worth it, is all I'm saying.

Me: Yes, sir!

Aeon: I still have marriage rights with Nico.

Me: (nods) You can get married on March 14, the year he turns 18.

Percy and Alabaster: What the-?! No way!

Jason: Why March 14?

Me: ...That's creepy. I think I heard a ghost speak just now. (shivers)

Jason: Hey!

Will: ... Why wasn't I mentioned even once?

All of them: Shut up, you're already canon. What more can you possibly want?

(The canon Will Solace wasn't harmed in the making of this.)

(The canon Jason Grace was already harmed and has long been departed. [Jason: Hey!])

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nami, hi! Long time no see! Hope you're feeling better! Thank you for reading and your continuous support! Who you ship is up to you. :D I just create multiple what-ifs and give scenarios here and there, but the endgame to me is still Aeon x Nico (Nion).

The Three Stooges: (sobbing in a corner)

Aeon: (smirks triumphantly)

#primordial god! chronos x ananke! nico #chronos (pjo) #nico di angelo #percy jackson #jason grace #alabaster c torrington #erebus (pjo) #will solace #pjo #jason: hey! why march 14?????? #nion #percico #jasico #nicobaster #is erebus x nico “nier”? lol

[hwaightme]

In memoriam

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR STAR'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist) (join taglist)

⚪ pairing: seonghwa x afab!reader ⚪ genre: angst (sorry seonghwa), smut, time leaping, magical realism ⚪ summary: what would you do to get your life back? what would you do, if you found out that you could turn back time? park seonghwa knows his answer, and does not care for the price he has to pay. ⚪ wordcount: 8.3k ⚪ warnings/tags: husband!hwa, language, implied major death, crying, time leaping, barista!san, magical cafe, turning back time, grieving, discussion of habits, a whole lot of coffee, hope, love, loss, lmk if anything else ⚪ taglist: @doom-fics @legohwas @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven @cqndiedcherries @uwuheeseungie @hoshischeekss @frankenstein852 @charreddonuts @miriamxsworld ⚪ a/n: after severe ult bias wreck, I have been in a -state-, and after listening to suggested songs (under cut) + me generally loving the film The Girl Who Leapt Through Time and the book series Before The Coffee Gets Cold... this happened. Hope you enjoy, much love, all reblogs, comments thoughts and notes welcome~

⚪ nsfw tags: no protection, cum inside, praise, seonghwa being very soft, everything is very vanilla tbh, slow sex, slight overstim, focus on feeling of closeness

⚪ playlist: suffering for love by eden (a/n:what sparked this), somewhere by o3ohn, dancing with your ghost by sasha alexa sloan, holo by leehi, stay here by gaho, i wanna cry by seori, not too late by ateez

The ticking of the clock, giving rhythm to his trepidation, the second hand measuring out the beating of his heart devise a believable steadiness. In two minutes and three seconds, you were going to brush strands of your hair behind your right ear, sighing at the necessity for the repeated motion. You were curled up the impromptu reading nook that you had crafted out of an array of pillows and a throw – items that Seonghwa had meticulously picked out to fit the interior of your shared apartment, now a creative installation with you as its centrepiece.

He was exactly where he had been, and where he would be should he wish to relive this moment again: leaning against the dining table, hands pressed into the edge of the lacquered wood, coolness spreading to his trembling fingertips, stuck in a permanent dilemma. He studied you as though you were a heavenly mirage, admiring every inch of your form as faint fragments of the sun streamed through the window and graced your delicate skin. Seonghwa was never sure whether the glow that enveloped you, that blissful haze so innate, so intricate, was from the mellow rays or from the boundless light that you possessed, so strong that it permeated through you, and yet too precious for this mortal world. So, he had settled, even then, for the only explanation that seemed logical, no matter how irrational the concept seemed to someone who had not had the chance to know you.

“Angel, are you sure you don’t want me to get you anything?”

There it was, the brush of the hair, that dazzling smile, heart-melting expression as you turned your head towards him, placing a finger down on the cream-coloured page to mark your line of immersion.

“Yes, Hwa I’m good. Though actually, if you could grab some more gochujang paste, that would be great. I promised your mom a recipe exchange so not running low on ingredients is probably a good start.”

He beamed, though the incessant ticking induced a heaviness in his chest. That was right, in a week’s time his mother would be visiting the two of you with a crate of goods from home, and you would spend the day cooking together, constantly shooing Seonghwa out of the kitchen so that he ‘would not interfere with the production line’. And then, they would not let him leave until he tried every dish.

“One of these days my mom will kidnap you, I swear.” He responded, running a hand through his hair to mask his agitation.

“Well, I am already dressed like her kid, and I do like naps.”

“Now for humour…”

“… I know, I know, much better than you so she’ll figure the switch out straight away.” You winked, and before Seonghwa could respond, returned to the novel, your attention drifting from the conversation in a matter of seconds. How could he not love you?

That morning you had been cheeky enough to steal one of his shirts, parading in it and uttering phrases in dialect, in as low a voice as you could muster, eliciting amused laughter from Seonghwa. The light blue and white striped linen suited you more than it did him, he had decided. At least, it suited the joy that you experienced when he, faking vexation from your antics, had wrapped you in his arms, peppering you with soft reminders of his adoration on your cheeks, nose, lips.

In thirty seconds, he was to push himself away from the table, amble towards you, and plant a kiss on the top of your head, resting his forehead against you before bidding you farewell. As he diligently completed the actions, you reached out to grasp his wrist, and pulled him closer. In nine seconds, you let go. In three, he mumbled he would be right back. And just as the clock showed three twenty-seven in the afternoon, he leaned down to put a pair of sneakers on in the entryway, and pushed the front door open to reveal a stunning, infinite expanse of white. Without fear, he stepped in, and was consumed by the pure, cleansing hue. The ironic embodiment of you.

It was overwhelming the first time. The migraine that had persisted then almost detracted him from the process, however as the number of attempts had grown into a routine, or rather, a habit, so did his resilience. Now, as he woke up from the trance, blinking away the blur that had occupied his vision, barely any physical trace of his venture remained. All except the dull ache. But that was a given, the torment was an old guest to his weary soul.

He was back. Back in the same café, sat at the table in the far corner, away from curious eyes, right by a living wall of ferns and succulents, so carefully tended to that Seonghwa had never once seen a single leaf be wilted; he would not put it beyond this place achieving a floral immortality – it was either that, or they were meticulously replaced to give the illusion of continuity. Even so, what would Seonghwa not give for that oblivious paradise? An easy listening instrumental track filled the air with semi-acoustic guitar and gentle waves of metal brushes on the drums. The rumbles and short hisses emanated from behind the counter, guiding Seonghwa’s gaze to the owner and main barista of the café, who was languidly cleaning a metal beaker while keeping an eye out for any new customers. Even though he knew full well that while the remnants of the time shift were still suspended in the air, the space, completed in white and wooden tones, disappeared from the consciousness and vision of a passer-by.

Gradually, feeling returned to Seonghwa’s hands and feet, and he stretched his hands out in front of him, scrutinising the digits. Was it really the dark chestnut table that he touched? Was it really your hair that he caressed and your voice that entranced him so? The disentanglement from what had been and what could be was always the most agonising aspect of his commitment. But for the sake of keeping you in the present, this was the least he could sacrifice. As he blinked away the last of his emotion, steeling himself for the day ahead, Seonghwa turned to the large shop window to peer at the metropolitan commotion. The forlorn palette of greys that guided his interpretation was reflected in every building, every cloud that threatened catastrophic storms, every scowl on a stranger and in the cold concrete. Nothing new. Just a setting to let time pass by him.

As his heart beat to the pitter-patter of seconds, washing over him, Seonghwa hesitantly trudged to the counter and fished out the black leather wallet you had gifted him for your three year anniversary, stopping to brush his thumb over your picture that he inserted into the transparent compartment. A candid shot of you under the magnolias, a light squint of the eyes and scrunch of the nose as you had tilted your head to greet the sunshine that streamed through the brilliant white canopy. After the photo was taken, you had found a branch that had been snapped by the wind, and took it home, tending to the young blossoms that were protected by proud leaves, leaping into the air excitedly as they unfurled to reveal their apex of beauty. That time, you had admonished Seonghwa for not even sparing a glance at the flowers while complimenting them, but he was sure in his decision to not take his gaze off you.

“That’ll be three thousand won.” The barista sighed, a concerned smile on his lips as he studied the dark-haired man before him. The regular floated in a torpid melancholy, though his amiable expression and impressively polite discourse, be it with him or with another customer, had never let what he had seen on the first visit slip and shatter.

“Here you are. Thank you, San.” Seonghwa answered absent-mindedly as he handed the owner three glossy paper bills.

“Not a problem.” The barista and owner of the café Memento added the amount to the cash register with practiced motions, hands moving on their own accord.

Fluid, intrinsic, skilled. A repetition that served to mark the end of Seonghwa’s weekly visit. Except here, there was no way to guess what San would choose to do next, even though his uniform, his environment were all the same – there was no comfort in awareness of the future, and while that was a reminder that Seonghwa had successfully returned, the notion had recently begun to induce a subtle hum of distress within him. At least he was lucky enough to have found a temporary aid to the predicament.

“Back so soon?”

It was not Thursday, that much Seonghwa knew. For the past couple of months he visited strictly on Thursday mornings, and would be able to sustain himself and hold out until the next unscheduled visit, but one cemented in his routine. But the last few days had unfolded as though the universe itself was against him, proving that calamity was always lying in wait for the first sign of tranquility. He was distressed, on the verge of tearing himself and everyone around him apart - had he the power of Atropos, the floor would be decorated with abstract snippets of existence, grotesque and grim, but at least the act was committed at his own volition. Some fragment of control still remaining, albeit in his fantasies. This was why his feet led him here, to café Memento, through the heavy downpour outside which he had to experience in full force due to the ill-timed breaking of his umbrella. Seonghwa’s coat clung to him in a drowning desperation, giving him a sullen, forlorn appearance of a lost man. With haphazard motions he attempted to slick his hair back so that the accumulated raindrops would cease to run down his face, though that did little comically little.

Fumbling in the entrance of the café, the young man watched as the barista, turned passive confidante, stepped out from behind the counter, raising his index finger into the air as a sign to wait before disappearing behind the staff door. In his absence, Seonghwa attempted to peel the trench coat off, discovering that, for the most part, his shirt had been protected well by the waterproof material. So, it was almost like that evening he had been replaying in his mind the last three days, but not close enough. It was late June then. He was wearing a light cotton t-shirt, jeans, and converses, enveloped in the monsoon’s sudden attack while he had been circling the apartment complex where you lived, cursing himself. He had been more rain than man then. But the personal likeness did not matter, so long as he could get the coffee and take his practically assigned seat in the corner.

“Here, a towel, your collar’s getting damp, and let me hang the coat to dry… you absorbed a whole raincloud, didn’t you?” San had reappeared, and made a beeline for his friend, who was still standing at the door, water dripping onto the welcome mat, blending with the invisible chains of grief that were his loyal followers. A small, yet dazzling smile in thanks was shot in the barista’s direction as the dishevelled man accepted the towel, commencing to dry off his hair and neck.

“Certainly felt like it. And thank you. Sorry for barging in like this, I really don’t know what-”

“You want the usual, right?” the interjection cut right to the truth. Of course, what was Seonghwa thinking? After so many weeks of asking for coffee that he, in fact, despised, sitting in the same place and leaving the present to see visions of you, it would take someone who knew nothing at all to assume Seonghwa wanted anything else. Even the most distant acquaintance would probably make the rights guess. It was obvious that he was here to see you. He needed to, or his frustrations would eat him whole.

“Right.” Unintentionally curt, Seonghwa muttered his response while wiping down the droplets from his feverish skin. Concerned preoccupied him as he wondered if illness would prevent him from seeing you. No, he could not get ill. He still had so much material to cover.

“Figured. Life’s got you down?” either happily disinterested, or deciding to ignore Seonghwa’s shift in attitude, San continued in the same level tone as he finished hanging up the trench coat on the rack that stood in a corner by the door, obscured by an overgrown potted palm tree. Stretched over a couple of hooks, it looked every bit like a damp scarecrow, eliciting a sharp exhale through the nose from its owner.

“You could say that.”

“So down, that you walked here, in the rain?” using his beige apron to dry off his hands, the broad-shouldered man asked. Truth be told, it was not confirmation of his friend’s troubles that he was after. It was the cry, the realisation that he was going too far.

But much to the café owner’s dismay, Seonghwa saw no evil in his choices, instead choosing to rationalise them, supress the abysmal distress each one would inevitably bring by considering everything except the future. To this man, who obediently followed San to the counter, and waited for him to walk back around and take his usual spot, the suffering that came with each veering of the path was a divine, cleansing punishment that, at the end of it all, still brought him joy.

“Well, metro, then the walking in the rain.” Seonghwa stated as-a-matter-of-factly, draping the towel over his neck after gesturing to San whether it would be fine if he could keep it for the time being, and with a quick nod from him, gave a quiet word of gratitude and wiped a stray droplet that was threatening to roll down his forehead with the corner of the white fabric.

“Nonetheless, aren’t there… other ways?”

Seonghwa stared at the large coffee machine as though it was a beast, in slumber until the next press of a button, to avoid making eye contact. His mind had been far too hazy since early morning, and the myriad of repetitive work meetings had exhausted his ability to keep up appearances. He was toeing a line, a couple of phrases away from completely snapping, and studying the tiny coffee splatter stuck to steel decal at the top of the machine took off some of the edge, forcing him to refocus on the desire to wipe the damn spot away.

“Nothing like a nice hot americano to save the day.” He mumbled, glancing at San, only to be met with a questioning eyebrow and pursed lips.

“You literally do not even like coffee.”

“And you own a café, but drink decaf.”

“Touché. Alright then, the usual it is…” the battle was short-lived, overtaken by a tense quiet, subsequently filled by the ambient rumbling, shuffling and clinking – the sonorous colours of any ordinary coffee shop. It was clear enough that there was too much left unsaid, only to dissolve in the drink like a sugar cube turned sour. What was there to admonish? Love? Devotion? Never before had San seen such dedication in a customer when it came to the specially prepared beverage, he concluded as he murmured the incantations, concentrating on making the coffee bloom to its fullest. In situations such as this, he pondered what his life would be like had he not inherited this café, and along with it, the power to control time.

The torrential downpour outside was not letting up, and the droplets that accumulated on the shopfront’s awning were hammering down onto the pavement, spilling over and composing a cacophony. Seonghwa observed the enchantment, attempting to mentally follow the steps for the pourover, but ultimately failing even though San had gone through them, diligently, on the first three visits. As the grounds, with the beans freshly roasted and the final product all made in-house, were being wetted by the hot water pouring from the long spout of a black gooseneck kettle, cradled in the barista’s steady hands, the morose bystander imagined the city to be one big coffee cup, with the solemn concrete jungle resembling the rise and falls of the grounds’ dunes, taking and taking more of the rainwater and leaving behind exhausted, breathless shells called citizens. From far away, there was a unity, a name for the powder-like substance turned to a paste, but look closer, and each grain was lonely in its own special way, only there to dissolute, and diffuse into a bitter potion.

“Here.” As soon as the last of the substance was extracted and joined forces with the fluid in the cup, San set it on a white plate with a black rim, and carefully positioned the beverage onto an elevated portion of the counterspace, right above the display of baked goods and desserts, almost empty – reasonable, considering the late hour after a busy day.

“Thank you-” just as he reached out to grab the cup, excited to finally flee to his safe haven, the barista stopped him on his tracks.

“Seonghwa, hate to be that guy, but are you sure you do not need any other help at all?” the apprehension in his voice made the taller man’s stomach churn. Did he have to raise this point now, of all times? When Seonghwa wanted nothing more but to curl up in your arms and sink into a divinity only you two could share? He was not in the headspace to even mention the existence of alternatives. In his view, there was only one right path to follow, and it was one mapped out in scars on his heart.

“What are you insinuating?” he narrowed his eyes, hinting at an undercurrent of hostility.

“Nothing! Just, you know… This is meant to be temporary. There are only so many times you can bend time to your will before it snaps you.” Already anticipating a complete disregard for his warnings, San explained his worries much like he would explain the menu to a newcomer.

“But it’s all fine-” he gripped the plate tighter in his hands, lifting the ceramic off the counter and watching the liquid lap at the edges, a deep mahogany ocean. As he caught the glint of the lamplight reflected in its ripples, he could not help but search for the glimmer that was always in your eyes.

“Until it won’t be. Seonghwa, I know what this means to you, and I can see how you change after each leap but… I am worried.”

“Well… don’t, seriously. It’s fine. I just… I just need this. Okay?” he was met by a shake of the head, and a lean forward – San took the towel by its edge, and slipped it off Seonghwa’s neck, leaving it exposed to an unfamiliar chill. In a strive to supress the shiver, the exasperated man continued, choking out the words through a well-mannered filter: “And don’t I look like I am simply asleep when I am out there?”

“True that. Head down like the table is a pillow.” The barista responded, seemingly unperturbed as he flung the towel into a basket hidden under the workspace and wiped his hands on his apron. When he did not make any further attempts to prolong the fruitless discussion, Seonghwa’s feet moved on their own accord, spinning his body around, ready to dive into his long-awaited oasis.

“Alright then… catch you… later?” he threw out over his shoulder, casting San one final glance before striding towards the table, area dimly lit, but so cosy, promising the echoes of his real home.

“Mhm. I’ll be where I usually am. Not that you need me, but still. I’ll keep watch.”

“I appreciate it.” Words thrown out only to be swept away by the air conditioning, meaningless in the sense of emotion. Mentally, he was already in transit.

As Seonghwa settled into the chair, he felt lighter. As if the mere anticipation of seeing you once again was already capable of lifting some of his ache. He concentrated on the cup before him. A simple number, with the only decoration being those black lines, reminiscent of lines of misfortune that occupied an individual’s life. Ironic how this was to be his fated cup. The contemporary chalice that gave him the power to enjoy the moments he had mourned. As he did in every iteration of his new ‘always’, he pictured you, sat in front of him, in this very café, drinking the bitter black coffee, breaking out into a grin as you slipped into a child-like enjoyment. This black and white cup was the one you had held in your hands, commenting on how you and Seonghwa should try and find a similar set. To this day, he could not fulfil this little dream of yours. Maybe they were not being made anymore, and nothing merely similar would be up to standard.

Your figure became clearer and clearer before his eyes, until he could not distinguish between what should be, and what indeed was. This stage was the trickiest, for with every fibre of his being Seonghwa wanted to reach out to you, place his hand over yours and whisper just how much he missed you, how afraid he was that you were gone, not for good, not for evil, simply gone. It took training, resilience, and patience with himself to go further back, rewind the time until he hit the desired mark, and as the image was comparable to reality before him, he shut his eyes, and took a tentative sip of the coffee.

A flash. Pure white, drumming of the rain turning into deafening tick, tock, tick, tock. Sensation that felt like his body was turning inside out, collapsing and regrowing as he felt the ground beneath him, and the sky’s tears beating down on him, streaming down his face. With this, he regained his balance and sense of direction, and pressing a hand right above his brows to shield his vision from the rain, peeked at the scene. Just as he had expected, it was the little square, the pagoda with no proper roof to shield him, the paths, lit by weak yellowish streetlights. He was ready to go back home. To see you. To play the scene out and devote himself to you once more. There was a limit to what far removed, isolated worship could do.

He pushed himself off the soaked wooden seating that framed the inside of the pagoda, and stumbled out, still dizzy from the leap. Massaging his temples with the hand he had used as a visor, he tried to soothe at least some of the stinging, until it turned into a dull ache that was easier to handle, more customary. Before long, it melted into the buzz, the anticipation for what was to happen next.

He commenced a countdown in the form of footsteps as he stalked toward the complex, fully aware of you watching him from the windows. That was what you were going to say… later, but you were going to say it. You were going to reveal to him just how worried you had been, how you wanted him to come back as soon as he shut the door, and how his action had torn you apart. It really had been over nothing at all, but much like in the present, his week had gotten to him, but now there was no escape, except to break his routine, and sink into the feeling of you. Your voice, your caresses, your love. The world was moving slowly as he strode up the stairs to the entrance doors, fingers automatically finding the passcode although he could not consciously recall it. One step, two, and he was at the staircase that wound around the elevator, choosing the former to alleviate some of the tension.

To no avail. Instead, the adrenaline pumped with more vigour, causing his rationality to grow blurry and pulse to go haywire as he spurred himself on. Only a few more steps. And there would be you. Thirty seconds. Fifteen. He was at the door to the apartment. Seonghwa stilled himself, glancing back to take note of the trail of moisture that he had left, mentally apologising to the cleaners that would have to handle the mess the next day – he would hear them chiding ‘whoever this person was’ in the tomorrow of the past at precisely six thirty-eight in the morning.

He had only returned to this scene once before. A while back. And had promised himself to not do it again because of the toll it had taken on him. But desperate times called for desperate measures. And he desperately needed you. The familiar flicker of the lightbulb at the end of the hallway, footsteps that he could make out from behind the door as you approached were setting him ablaze. There you were. You. No one else. Not a replacement, but really you. It was your fingers that pinched the door chain and slid it out of position, your hand that took the door handle and pulled it in, it was you who was standing before him, teary-eyed, but obviously relieved to see him.

You were about to approach him and wrap your hands around his torso when you noticed just how soaked he was from facing the elements after his stress-induced outburst. He had chosen to exit the apartment instead of uttering as much as a single word aside from the command to not follow, leaving you disconcerted and peering out of the window into the starless night. It was a simple, common domestic argument that had set him off. Something or other about the arrangement of cutlery in the drawer, that then moved to the discussion of plates in the cupboards, and eventually grew into a back and forth about interior design. Any other day, Seonghwa probably would had stayed and talked it out, but this outburst which now served to be a perfect anchor for his travels, was the result of pent up emotion. It was odd, but he was grateful for having let his feelings overflow that day, otherwise this previous moment, this ethereal intimacy would not have been so prominent in his mind.

Seonghwa’s gaze burned into you as you hugged your own form, highlighting the curves hidden under the oversized t-shirt dress that you were wearing, the argument having taken place right before bed. Hair loose and slightly dishevelled, you look to have been playing with it – something you did when you were nervous. You would inspect the ends, twirl the strange, arrange and rearrange… and then when he would place a hand on your thigh, or take your hand in his, you would become aware of your state, start counting under your breath, resuming a shared tranquility. While he could not imagine the distress that you experienced internally, it was reassuring that even if for a fraction of a second, he could bring you peace from your loud mind.

Your eyes were reddened – likely from being rubbed to convince yourself that you were not about to cry over simple things. A light tremble of your lower lip as you took in his form, with Seonghwa exuding abandonment, regret, loss… a rocking from heel to toe as you propelled yourself towards him, reaching out to cup his face while ushering him inside. Who was he kidding when he thought that this would be easy to re-enact? He was guilty as charged. This was his doing. How could he possibly enjoy seeing you in pain? The preceding events objectively amounted to nothing, but your sadness was real, how you gasped and said his name was real. This was real.

Tears sprung to his eyes as you cooed and ran your fingers through his wet hair, forgetting about your own clothing as you approached to comfort him. Seonghwa was bewildered – no, he should be the one comforting you! How was this in any way appropriate, he should be strong, he should- he was struggling to form a single coherent thought as all prior resolve evaporated like snow on a hot summer day, and he crumbled under your touch. Your thumbs brushed over his cheers, carrying away tears that he did not know he was spilling, as you called out to him.

“Hwa, my love please… if you cry, I cry…I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry Y/N! My angel! Please… forgive me… I’m sorry… I’m so… so sorry…” Seonghwa wailed as his knees buckled under him, and barely having made it past the door frame, with you having just shut the door with a light kick of the foot, he slowly descended to the ground, with you promptly following.

“What? This was… this was just a plate, Hwa… both of us had a stressful week and-” you attempted to rationalise, failing to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat at the sight of your husband falling apart, words sounding choked out. You forced him to keep his attention on you as you searched for any kind of explanation in his widened eyes glossed over with sorrow.

“So sorry… I am so sorry I couldn’t do anything… Please I should have… I should have not let you go… I am so…” he slipped. He lost the plot, the phrases bursting out of him before he could do anything to stop them. It was no longer clear what it was that he was apologising for. He gripped the soaked denim, right above his knees, though the sensation of his fingers digging into his thighs did nothing to curb his disillusionment.

“What are you saying baby, I’m right here…” you whispered, one hand moving to pat his shoulder, gliding over the muscle and soon your arm was pulling the man closer and closer to you. He hesitated, afraid to soak your dress, though knowing that it was going to happen anyway.

“Y/N!”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. Come here.” Without any further waiting, he threw his arms around you. There you were. Your warmth against him as you rubbed his back, not caring for his blubbering, for his sniffling against the crook of your neck. He kept on mumbling apologies and your name, over, and over, and over again, as though those were the only words he knew, and his native tongue had otherwise departed from his consciousness.

“What has gotten into you, huh? It really wasn’t that big of a deal. I’ll even accept that I was wrong for putting the mug in that drawer.” You attempted to change the tone, adopting a more upbeat, lighthearted attitude while you wiggled to sit more comfortably. Your husband followed your every move, and soon enough you found yourselves sitting in a tight embrace right at the step that marked the difference between the entrance, and the apartment’s corridor.

“I’m sorry…”

“Okay, I get that, but what for? For being human and having a temper sometimes? We’ve been living together for two years, Hwa. Two. And you are here acting like we haven’t argued before.”

Two years. Two years, three months, and seven days, if he were to be exact. He had your history together memorised, and as he kept on leaping, the accuracy turned from weeks, to days, to hours, to minutes, and for some events, down to the second. In three, two, one – you kissed the top of his head, just like he had done to you many times.

“I am so selfish, Y/N…” he whispered, hoarse.

“Aren’t we all?”

“Not like me.”

“No one is like you, and I mean that in the best sense. What kind of selfish are you even talking about Seonghwa?”

“I exhaust you. I repeat the same things, again, and again, tire you out and take you for granted.” He tried to explain himself, but his haze was refusing to let him abide by the regular scenario, instead letting him go off script and improvise.

You tapped him, signalling for Seonghwa to lean back and look at you. When his half-lidded eyes met yours, you muttered for him to sit down properly. Obediently, he twisted his body, and did what he was told. You remained by his side, one arm wrapped around his shoulders as you guided yourself to take a seat on his lap, effectively straddling him. One leg on either side, you pushed yourself closer, until your nose was against his, and you were peering into his pupils.

“I could repeat every moment with you forever, Hwa, never get tired, and always, do you hear me? Always, feel loved.” He took your words as gospel, as a clairvoyant portrayal that he would follow.

“I’m sorry.”

“How sorry?” you blurted, not thinking straight as you breathed against his lips, almost touching. Your arms draped around him, while he positioned his cool hands on your hips, more than aware of the proximity.

“Very.”

“Prove it.”

“Let me love you.”

“Now that’s something you should repeat more often, darling.”

You were supposed to kiss. You were supposed to sink into one another and blend into a loving embrace. Where were you? Why couldn’t he see you? A panic set into Seonghwa’s chest as his eyes shot open, and no matter where he looked, no matter how hard he twisted his neck, he was only met with the vast expanse of white. But his hands-

No longer holding onto you, they reached for thin air, only to fall, defeated, disappearing into a thick cloud-like fog. He yelled out your name, but was only met with a searing, piercing tone as though from an explosion blasting right into his ears, and no sign of his voice. He tried again, rushing to cover his ears on instinct as the high-pitched screech returned, though that did next to nothing, except proving that the colourless infinity was more merciless than nature itself. Slowly understanding the rule of not disturbing the soundlessness, Seonghwa blindly felt for the ground on which he was sitting. What if you were lost in this expanse with him? Where could you have gone? His best attempt would be to try feeling for any vibrations, and send some of his own. You must be in the minimalist hellscape with him, he convinced himself and knocked on what he had decided was the ground but was met with nothing.

His fist, then arm then the rest of the body fell through a chasm and in a split second, the white was cleared from his vision as suddenly as it had appeared. Perplexed and terrified, Seonghwa looked around, only to feel that he was stark naked, in the bedroom, with you under him. Slowly he turned his head to look downwards, and was greeted by your face, contorted in pleasure as you let out sultry moans, hands gripping the pillow that was supporting your head. You looked so beautiful, angelic as you whimpered his name, while he continued to thrust into you.

The sudden transition had thrown Seonghwa off kilter, and he inadvertently slowed down, hissing as he felt your walls contract around his throbbing member. The intensity of the intimate act had returned the senses to his body at an unprecedented speed, making him dizzy. Struggling to support himself with his outstretched arms, he lowered his body until it was flush against yours, and he was on his elbows. Every micromovement was a challenge while his cock was still inside you, though counterbalanced by the fear of this divinity being replaced by the white abyss once more.

“Hwa… ah… why’d you… why’d you stop?” you asked, breathless as your eyelids barely lifted to peek at him. Some stray strands of hair were stuck to your forehead, caught in a sheen of sweat that made you look ethereal in the light that had crept into the bedroom through the window, as the storm outside had calmed to reveal a timid moon, peering from behind the heavy clouds that lethargically moved across the sky. Your lips, rosy and plump, evidently from having been against his for long enough, were slightly parted as you panted shallowly. Seonghwa further lowered himself until he was hovering right above you, unable to stop himself from giving you a soft kiss, and whispering:

“I want to love you. Slowly.”

“Didn’t feel like it.” You quipped, a ghost of a smirk taunting him, earning a chuckle.

“Sorry, you know what you do to me.”

“No more ‘sorry’, darling, just give me all of you.” You moved so your hands were clasped around your husband’s neck, and sighed as he pushed himself up and bottomed out, the fullness making you see stars.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you ah- too… Hwa.”

As promised, following his return from nothingness, he took things slow. With every thrust into your aroused core, he worshipped you, whispering praise after praise in your ear about how well you took him, and just how good you made him feel. Finely attuned to every change in your body, he adjusted his angle, his rhythm, until you were, once again, a whining goddess being brought to a magnificent ruin. Only this time, he was going to remember every picosecond. He noted how your eyes rolled to the back of your head underneath your lids, how your tongue flicked to the corner of your mouth, for just a split second, but enough to demand Seonghwa’s attention. In one sensual motion, he moved his cock deeper, and gave himself access for another, longer expression of his love. His tongue gingerly parted your lips, and you readily accepted him, appreciative of the caution and affection in his gesture. As you ascended in the adoring expression, Seonghwa decided that this was true timelessness. And the only one he ever needed. Only you and him, with only love between you.

Seonghwa had a habit of looking at you as though you were the only precious thing in his universe with those gorgeous brown orbs. And while you otherwise would glow at the realisation, tonight, there was something different. First, it was him apologising for ‘letting you go’, then it was him nearly completely switching character and nearly making you lose all sense of self as he pounded into you with a carnal desire, and now, it was a slow, sensual unravelling. The light pecks on your cheeks, trailing down to your neck, and the loving gaze as Seonghwa confessed his love to you as if this was the first and last time, were too much for you to take. There was an omniscience about him, otherworldly knowledge, like he was somewhere else entirely, aware of every nuance of your inner world and capable of changing your very fate. Your precious Seonghwa, your future.

Your high came suddenly and violently from the sustained length of each movement that made you concentrate on every detail, from the way in which Seonghwa had teased you by stimulating your clit with his leaking cock, to how he silenced you with a kiss, inhaling your uncontrollable moans.  As though you were a fragile doll, he embraced you as best as he could without collapsing on your chest, while he searched for the opportunity to chase his own release.

His movements began to falter as his own orgasm inched closer and closer, the knot in his stomach becoming nearly unbearable. The steady pace was broken into stutters as he rolled his hips, directing his member fully into your still-pulsating sex, the lewd melody emanating from him slapping against you only driving him further into his small death. The overstimulation was making you squirm, but you held on, and the way in which your nails dug into his back, and how you mumbled, barely audible, a soft and innocent ‘Seonghwa’ had sent him over the edge. Throwing his head back he groaned into his climax, euphoric while the viscous webs of cum painted your walls and labia as he pulled out in an attempt to control the trembling of his muscles. Rivulets of cum continued to pour from him, mixing with your sweet nectar, running down your smooth thighs. Unable to hold out much longer, he uttered your name, and in your blissful state, you responded by pulling him towards you, towards a comforting darkness.

The rise and fall, the pulse, the hum, your hand running through his hair, which was now mostly dry: all signs of you being real, being with him and sharing time and space. Seonghwa was home, everything was how it was supposed to be. You were excitedly talking about your work trip - a major design commission for a client abroad, and the post-coital somnolence was blocking his immediate awareness of this fact, until you addressed him directly.

“Mm… Hwa?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think the magnolias will be blooming once I’m back?”

“Yes, angel.”

They were a day too late.

"You have to let go, Seonghwa! You can't do this to yourself forever! You are not living!" San’s voice resounded through the café as he glowered at the man before him.

"I know you understand that I live when I am there!"

Clearly, for the state in which he had appeared in the establishment left nothing but exasperation. Pallid, his shirt crumpled, dark circles having grown even more prominent than before, the look was so uncharacteristic of Seonghwa that San needed to spend a couple minutes simply observing the customer in order to recognise him. But the stupefaction was rapidly dispelled as soon as he heard a familiar, low and dulcet voice order ‘the usual’. However, this time, this meant a ‘special offer’ from the owner himself.

“You only have so many leaps left. You know this whole thing is unstable. What if you don’t come back?” while he was aware that what he was doing was horrifically unacceptable, regardless of their so-called friendship status, San yelled across the room, only to be met with a matching boom.

“What would change?”

“Oh, you damn well know what would change, don’t do this to me.” San dismissed his customer’s challenge, slamming his hand onto the counter to control his rage.

“Look. San. I appreciate you trying to intervene, but I think that I can handle it.” The phrase, uttered by a poor soul, clearly addicted, induced a threatening scowl. After a painful minute of silence, with the two men standing, ready for a verbal duel, San fired first, promising Seonghwa’s worst nightmare.

“I can just not serve you the coffee.”

“And I can just… no, you wouldn’t do this to me.” Seonghwa had gotten used to the white flashes while he spent time with you. It was almost comforting, and had turned to be a device that brought him back to his senses so that he would not get too attached. Nevertheless, every time that he did slip into the realm, a new hope joined, that of the possibility of you escaping with him. Finding yourself in the white landscape, and promptly departing the past, following the ticking of the clock until it stopped, letting you enter the café, and return into Seonghwa’s life. San could not take this hope away-

“I will. The café is closed for business today. Because I said so. Seonghwa, get a grip. She is-” he began but was promptly shut down with a wrathful roar.

“No. She is not. Whatever you are about to say she is not.”

“Seonghwa you are not okay. Please. Please, just… please live for yourself for a second and stop looking back-”

He did not want to hear it. He did not want to hear what should have stopped him long before, prior to when he had the chance to experience the instant cure to his madness. So in a fit of indignation, he strode out of the café, not bothering to shut the door behind him. It was only a matter of time before he would be back. New day, same old scars on his heart, with each passing tick, tock, tick, tock, tearing at the amateur stitching until the wounds returned, infected by solitary lamentation, festering with cognizance of the colourless cosmos he had to battle, alone in a city of millions.

A month passed. Two. Without a word uttered about you. In silent melancholy he kept the memory of you alive, each detail in his routine turning into a memento mori, a subconscious devotion. From the chrome silver earring he chose to wear, to the loosely knit black cotton sweater, he did not have to be explicit in the pull towards the centre of his inner universe. When it was not you he saw, it was the shadows. When it was not you he heard, it was the echoes. Be it in an interlocutor, a passer-by, an illusion conjured by hope, the world seemed to be like you. All similarities, nuances, interpretations... but still so painfully distant.

Seonghwa listened to the same songs on repeat – songs that you had recommended to him over the years. Again, and again, and again until he heard them even in the lonely silence. A numbing balm to his unforgiving mind, the melodies were an extended monologue – a lifeline. At least they were not creations in the past tense. And one of your favourite artists was even on tour; a proof for the musical organism still pumping its melodic blood, one listener less. Would you go? Of course, you would. You lived for the memories. You had crafted your life to be a series of perfectly curated, picturesque moments, and time aided in cultivating the final selection to be your most precious. He had turned into a loyal spectator, watching with bated breath as the episodes passed him by, under your direction, starring you, produced by you. He could only succumb to the unchangeable fall through time and follow you until that last, unfinished sentence.

He wanted to hate you. He wanted to erase you. Seonghwa desperately wanted to banish you from his psyche, in which you were so deeply entrenched that he would answer to your name.

His love for you was his poison, and he knew that his friends were right. In the cycle, the circle he had drawn to trap what had remained of you and him, was to be his inevitable full stop. His sentence was far from being completed, and yet after what one could call his comma, he struggled to find words. Perhaps because there were none that he found worthy of ever competing with what had been. It was not possible to despise happiness itself, nor was it to not crave it. Just once more. One more time to experience that utopia. A bittersweet suffering completed in shades of a heartbreaking blue.

And that was how he found himself in that same park, under those same white magnolias. In a trance he studied your wind-swept hair, your white cotton sweater and baby blue, washed out jeans, making sure that you were wearing those earrings he had bought you for no reason in particular except to make you happy – perhaps an expensive gift for what would be only a month that you had been a couple, but your gleam had been priceless. His gaze travelled to your hands, spotting that there was still that tiny chip on your manicured left index finger.

Same words. Same motions. Like running through a script of his beloved drama, one that he knew by heart and uttered in his slumber. All going according to the heavens' loathsome plan, until your lips that were tinted with a gloss that he would find out in two weeks, and three days' time precisely was your recent favourite, were weighed down with a concerned frown, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you crying?"

Cautiously, Seonghwa lifted a hand to touch his cheek, finding a timid, glistening stream that had found its path from his eyed that widened in meek surprise. Another touch on the other side, and he rushed to wipe away the currents with the edge of his sleeve, stifling an agonising sob that threatened to burst out of his throat. His chest on fire, Seonghwa struggled to blink away the mist that settled over his eyes. He must not look away. He must not give into this cruel bleariness. Not when you were right there. You must be so worried. You were always worried about how deeply he felt, about how sentimental he got and would always wrap your arms around him, guiding him to relax into your body, whispering that everything was going to be okay. If only spectral, celestial embraces could comfort him the same.

"Happy to see you again..." he choked out, smiling helplessly as he saw your features return to your bright, hopeful beam, gaze nothing short of a window to paradise.

"Again? We've just seen each other last week, silly." You tilted your head as you responded - a motion he had seen time and time again and loved the same.

He desired to tell you. Tell you that you were meant to be. That there was a future, albeit with the horizon too close for comfort, but a future nonetheless, ahead of you with him. But he knew better than that. It would mean another lifetime wasted, and again, he would have to search space and time for signs of you. Yes, he was selfish, but how could he not be when the fruit of his love's greed was so sweet? He wanted to see all your reactions as if he had not committed them to memory.

"And yet, I feel like I have known you, and lived with you for many lifetimes."

"Then... here's to another?"

And another.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And-

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[writeonwhiskey]

I read all of skz house until 4am last night after downloading tumblr again and phewwww… I didn’t think I could feel this much again being a grown 27 y/o woman but Chan is my ult bias and Hyunjin has been wrecking me a little too much lately. Can‘t wait for the next part and I‘m hoping for some kind of threesome action and for Chan to become a little more vulnerable 🥹 You‘re writing is really damn good! x

Thank you so much <3 Hahaha I'm glad it's stirring up some emotions & feelings! I'm the opposite, Hyunjin is my bias and Chan wrecks me every time I write to the point it feels wrong to keep calling Hyunjin my bias. But he's my baby, I'll never let him go! He just has to give me one look in the camera and I'm right back hooked!

Guaranteed threesome action to come, don't you worry!

#stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #the skz house #writers on tumblr #smut writing #skz smut #stray kids smut

[feelbokkie]

Thank you for the tag @skzonthebrain 🥰

❤︎: Who is your favorite KPop group?

skz is my ult group (but day6, svt, ateez, btob, and txt have my attention also)

❤︎: Which member sparked your interest first?

like a lot of stay, felix. specifically kingdom week money cather felix

❤︎: Who was your first bias?

hyunlix, baby

❤︎: Who is your current bias?

❤︎: What makes them your current bias?

kim seungmin. minnie. seungminnie. seungmong. love of my life. light of my life. my favorite puppy. the man who bias wrecked his way into my heart. i think pretty much everyone knew seungmin was my bias before i knew. ffs, i threatened to hit him with a stick for not smiling in pcs and one of my emoji anons sent me a photoset of him to calm me down. and it worked. i think his smile got me first. like, i already liked his singing, especially when i was watching kingdom and heard him in both btob's i'll be your man and iu's love poem. i've, more recently, been getting hypnotized by his dancing. but his smile? i took my eyes off hyunlix for two seconds to look at his smile and that was it for me. amy pointed out that i pout like seungmin (like a week or two before i changed biases) when i'm focusing and that made me incredibly happy. and i know this man is funny. he's a comedic genius. but he's personality. how he always quietly looks out for the members. especially when they're all eating or something and seungmin when they're all eating and he'll offer chan (or whoever is in charge of cooking) food too before grabbing his own. and the kr videos i've seen of him too just added so much more to him that i couldn't help by love him. i could go on forever, but i think it's also the fact that i'm similar to him but I didn't realize it into a few months after i realized he's my bias

❤︎: Who is your bias wrecker?

listen--

❤︎: Which member (s) are you currently obsessing over that aren’t your bias/bias wrecker?

they all wreak me but lately, this man has been haunting me

❤︎: When did you first discover this group?

i discovered them twice actually. first time was in december of 2022. i spent most of the month at work, school, and the hospital (not for me) and there was a lot going on. watching whatever reels or tiktoks popped up on my fyp.

and then i was doing poorly mentally after my brother 😵 and just stopped pretty much everything. and in february 2023, i found them again. or rather, they found me and i've been holding their hands ever since.

❤︎: Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

not yet but i'm taking a cheeky little trip this summer and the locations and dates kinda line up so i'm going to try to manifest my way to a show. that or rob a bank ange get tickets for the world tour (whenever they announce that)

❤︎: What are some of your favorite songs by the group?

the tortoise and the hare

hero's soup (so upset it never got rerecorded)

leave

cover me

4419

circus

double knot

silent cry

rock

cheese

and so many other that atp i might as well put their discography

No pressure tags; @amyyscorner @ashitshowforalot @hyuuukais @kangaracharacha @puppysmileseungmin @tfshouldidohere @itshannjisung and anyone else!

#tag game #feelbokkie rambles

[thirstybtsthoughts]

Bunny!! I hope you’re doing well! I’ve missed this blog so much 🥺 Just dropping in to say that I recently saw Yoongi live on his US tour and GOOD GOD that man has bias wrecked me SO HARD 😭 He’s been on my mind 24/7 since the concert and I don’t know how to act 🥴 It’s so hard to stay loyal to Jimin when all I can think about is Yoongi’s veiny hand wrapped around my throat and the other slapping my ass raw as he destroys my pussy from behind 🤪

~☕️

Hi my love!!!

OMG I am SO LATE answering this but AAAHHHHHHHH I'm so happy for you and damn girl how did you survive??!!!

Yoongi comes for us all no matter who our bias is, that man is just too delicious 👅💦

#asks #anon #bts #coffee anon #☕️ anon #yoongi thirst

[asahicore]

I know it’ll be so long till I get it but I’m actually shitting myself with excitement everytime I read the potential synopsis of your doyoung fic for 100 kisses event🫢 idk and idc when you will write it I will wait years if have do but the idea of a good doyoung fic makes me giggle he’s been bias wrecking me so much lately and there is a such a lack of dobby fics on this app djdndndnd I too just want to make out with him against a wall I LOVE YOU AND YOUR FICS THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY

anon omg this ask made me so happy, im looking forward to writing a fic for each of the members cz why have i been a teume for almost 2 yrs and only have 3 fics for trsr.. anyways doyoung is high up on that list and idk exactly what i want to write for him but i will go all out when i do lmaoo there will be making out and it will be against a wall.. idk what it is about him but i feel u like since move era hes been bias wrecking so hard idk whats wrong w him!! and yes there is definitely a drought of fics for him and any trsr member on here its so sad!! but thank u sm for ur ask and for reading my fics!!!!! i dont wanna make any promises but i will try to have a doyoung fic out sooner rather than later 🫡

#answered #anon #i think my next trsr fic will be a jaehyuk one cause… yeah…. but after that might be doyoung !!! #ur ask has made me want to write for him 😭

[castysandthedeep]

This concept has been eating through my brain like acid: life series Joel and Grian having insane bloody feral sex when they team as red lives, and then awkwardly mostly avoiding each other on green and yellow (I forget what fic said this but there’s a Joel-centric fic that described it as “that green life clarity” that I thought was so funny).

I’m thinking either primal top Joel x brat Grian or some kind of stricter gleeful dominant Grian with a still feral submissive Joel who’s doing his best to obey. I love your Grian from insatiable who’s theoretically a brat until he brats too hard by accident and ends up punting his partner into subspace. And then he’s a dom. Oops. And I love your Grian from lovegame who’s ever so frightening and everyone is TERRIFIED of him going red.

Also Joel like a tamed wolf etc… going insanely feral as a red life and being desperately, devastatingly loyal to whatever teammates he can scrounge up vs Grian who sees his allies as necessary sources of power and leverage but also as ultimately temporary, who is fully ready to strategically abandon his teammates as soon as it becomes advantageous to do so.

Anyways. Dynamic of: Joel being absolutely feral with bloodlust but trying so hard not to kill Grian and be the best teammate he can so that Grian doesn’t abandon him VS Grian who knows logically that he should drop Joel as soon as it becomes too costly to keep him as a teammate but who keeps instinctually protecting him + accidentally getting too fond of him anyways. Because one-sided devotion my beloved.

Sorry for the long and clinically insane ask. Just wanted to let you know. All my love!

this ask could not have found me at a better time. i'm in exactly the right mood to talk about insane red-life sex. (little sidenote, lovegame chapter 5 is about to drop very, very soon!)

i've written joel/grian before, both in a published fic where grian was afk and an unpublished fic i actually forgot existed until this very moment, but both of those fics were set in limited life, and this kind of dynamic feels straight out of last life to me. if i were going to write this (and i'm actually quite tempted, but i won't make any promises as my WIP pile is ridiculous right now), i'd definitely want to set it in last life. joel killing grian because he's lonely and desperate for a friend? the two of them wreaking havoc on the server together? it's perfect.

also, to me, the version of grian that's actually cold enough to hold joel at arm's length could only exist in last life. in every other season, it's clear that grian thinks he's the type of person to prioritize his own personal victory over taking care of his team, but he keeps getting emotionally attached anyway. he may pretend otherwise, but he always reveals his hand in moments of panic. i can see him overcompensating in last life and stringing joel along with the promise of companionship, putting off any actual vulnerability until it's too late... okay, i'm definitely doing a last life rewatch now.

as for the dynamic between them, i have a heavy personal bias toward dombottom grian as well as an undying fondness for joel getting his shit wrecked (and loving every second of it). that being said, i don't think joel would take it lying down. if he were on green or yellow i'd just call him a brat, but we're talking about red joel at his most violent and out-of-control. whether he'll actually successfully flip the script on grian remains to be seen, but the underlying possibility is always there, and grian is very uncomfortably aware of it.

so yeah, thanks for the ask! i didn't expect to get this enthusiastic about it, but i'm all in on the insanity bandwagon now. i can absolutely see myself writing this. the only real problem is that i can't see myself finishing it, because if i've got this much to say about it from the get-go, i could end up with another lovegame-sized project, and i've been incredibly busy with real-life things, so my writing progress has been moving at a snail's pace. if only i lived in a perfect world where i could sit around and write minecraft roleplay porn all day...

#castys asks #i'm not maintagging this but reblogs are okay if anyone is so inclined

[geekiary]

Tags: Character Death(s). Emotional abuse. Unhealthy parents-kids relationship. Toxic mother. War. Late teens war criminal(s). Betrayal. Politic-heavy. Murder. Pining. Unrequited feelings. Mecha. Arranged marriage (based on a mobile suit duel winner). Happy ending. Being held hostage.

Oh man, this anime is such a roller coaster! You see the tags above? I'm not sure I've included everything, but from those tags only it can be seen how intense and how this anime messed me up emotionally. But I'm glad that my bias doesn't die! (After years of biases always die in the majority of fandoms, I can be relieved in this one!).

At first, I was drawn to this anime because of the amazing mecha animation (さすがガンダム), but at the end of pisode 0, I bawled my eyes out. So of course I would continue until finish no matter what because there is no way I'm gonna give up watching something that has wrecked me.

And oh god, despite the pain that it has given me, I love this anime. The characters are all well built and the relationship between them! Despite Suletta and Miorine being the canon ship, I actually more intrigued about Shaddiq's feelings for Miorine because hell, the man has been pining hard. And I'm a sucker for pining trope. Maybe in another life they can be together, for this one, Miorine and Suletta are happy with each other.

The most interesting character development for me is Guel though. I went from hating the guy on sight to being a simp for him. He was this jock turned into a kind man and he has been through so much 😭 I'm so glad that he got a happy ending -- even though his feelings for Suletta are unrequited, but I'm glad he made peace with it. And Guel's relationship with his brother is as strong as ever! Guel deserves nice things and in the end, he got nice things. Love it for him.

What I don't like about this anime is the fact that none of the adults who initially started the war and all the crimes got punished. It was their children who bore their sin -- Nika & Shaddiq got into prison while Delling Rembran who instructed the mass murder of Plan Quetta and Prospera Mercury who orchestrated the whole Quiet Zero thing are not seen being punished at all. It's unfair.

But overall, I love this one. Too bad it looks like we're not gonna get another season.

#gundam witch from mercury #gwitch #anime #review

[soobnny]

Aweee first of all I would like to say that your theme IS SO CUTE 🥺 and the moot game is so fun 💙

So 🍄 Minho isn't my bias, but he has been wrecking my life lately so let's go haha

oh my god this is giving me after prom memory 😭 i’m so devastated please i cannot be thinking of this so YES exactly what i said …

this is minho after prom without his blazer bc u’re already wearing it </33 he took it off some point in the night when u were shivering from the air condition so now he’s just sporting his white button up and tie T_T maybe a few shots has been taken if u drink and he’s a little tipsy too so his smile shows a lot more than it usually does like the lovesick smile and not the teasing smile u know !!! u took this photo when everyone has dispersed and only a few ppl were left in the venue and u called him pretty n thanked him for being the best prom date so he smiles n looks away bc he cannot have u look at him when he’s flustered

btw he probably asks u to delete this photo so many times after that night but when u tell him it’s ur fav photo of him bc u can see his cute little smile and u treasure that night (prom night) so much bc he had been ur date … he stops asking u to delete it 😭💔 btw he totally has millions of stolen pictures of u from that night too

(THANK U BTW for liking my theme please i’m in tears i’ve never been the best in That Aspect)

#moot game ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 #💌.zoe8stay

[kayssweetdreams]

Maestro Hiccups 2 Nightmares Unleashed Part 21

Meanwhile, Back in the Waking World...

Kuro helped Marina get into his small portal between the darkness of Negativity, He didn't think he would have to do this, but time was dwindling, and things were getting worse. Kuro had been jumping on her head for a while, hoping that eventually, She would have slipped through.

Marina looked up at the small Negati jumping on her head, with only one of her legs inside of dark portal. She laughed at Kuro's cute attempts to get her through, however, her giggles came to an end when she felt something wrap around her leg, and forcibly pull her through.

Marina screamed as she was pulled through the dark hole, Kuro holding onto the backside of her shirt before she saw light on the other side, and was face to face, with an upside down, Negatized Balan. Marina trembled at the sight of the dark Maestro, when Kuro began jumping up and down.

"Kuro? What is it that you need? Is there good news that you heed?" He asked. Kuro pulled out the small glass ball, and Balan carefully picked it up, "What is this thing? Kuro? What exactly did you bring?" He asked. "Erm...My best customer was sucked into that ball thingy...and I can't get her out..." Marina explained.

Balan gave the ball a hard stare, hoping to find some kind of clue, and saw a small glimpse of Pink hair floating inside...

Meanwhile, With Jose and Iben...

Iben thought it was strange when she was surrounded by broken stones and snow, but she found it REALLY strange when she began to hear Grim screaming about something "YOU MANIAC!! YOU BLEW IT UP!!" He yelled, sobbing on his knees over a large statue of Inkabelle.

She would have found it humorous if she didn't trip over a icy block. Iben looked back at it, and froze up in terror...this wasn't a hunk of Ice, but a frozen tombstone with the name "John Bia" on it. She frantically backed away from it, only to bump into a clear casket, with a elderly man inside. Iben felt tears leak from her eyes, Bruce Stone, her surrogate father was inside of a casket...he was gone, forever...

Iben ran away from the site, hoping to find another way out of this frozen place, but She tripped on two more tombstones...the stones of Phil, and Lila Bia...Any hope that Iben had was then crushed in an instant, she lost her parents, her husband, her surrogate father...and now her children.

Iben's frozen tears flowed from her eyes, no longer feeling the ice and snow crawl around her body...

Jose wasn't doing much better on his end either, The minute that he separated from Iben, the winds began to pick up...maybe a bit too much. He found himself staring down a enormous tornado, destroying most of his prized fields once more...but this time, It destroyed MORE than just the crops.

"DAD!! HELP!!!" Jose's stomach dropped as he saw the tornado start tearing away pieces of his house, and sucking up his family in the process "MIGUEL!! NANCY!!" He yelled, running towards the storm wrecking his home "HANG ON!!" Jose screamed, but it was too late, His wife and son were now sucked inside the funnel of doom.

"Mr Gallard!!" Jose rapidly spun around to see Yuri holding on to a crumbling piece of windmill, her grip beginning to slip "YURI!! NO!!" He yelled, but his leg got caught onto a piece of debris. "HELP ME!!" Yuri Yelled as she finally was sucked in... Jose felt helpless, His friends and family had been taken away by something that he couldn't control,

Much like the whirlwind that was getting closer from behind...

Back in the 'Nightopia'

'Jose' had finally found his way back, Cheerfully skipping along with 'Yuri' and 'Iben'. "Let's go find Kaylo so we can have a picnic!" 'Iben' said, her airheaded voice matching her eyes, lost in the dream realm. "Yeah!! Maybe I can play a song or two!" 'Jose' said, pulling out a banjo from seemingly nowhere.

The three of them happily went on their way, without knowing the dark underside of what was probably the sweetest dream they've ever known...

#Balan Wonderworld #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #Balan #Lance #NiGHTS #Reala #Owl #Leo Craig #Emma Cole #Jose Gallard #Fiona Demetria #Yuri Brand #Haoyu Chang #Sana Hudson #Cass Milligan #Cal Suresh #Iben Bia #Attilio Caccini #Lucy Wong #Eis Glover #Bruce Stone

[wooahaes]

sunflowers are gorgeous, my step dad is growing a few, i'll get some photos for you!!! 💛💛💛

i've been rewatching a lot of gose lately, it cheers me up and gets me through an anxiety day or if i have a bad work day <33 he's so good as mafia!!! <3 although the one ep where he's mafia and seungkwan is the police and he checks hoshi, learns that he's the mafia and then gets killed IS SO HEARTBREAKING GRR 😂😂😂😂 POOR KWANNIE >.<

okay now i'm trapped between hoshi and jihoon, i read a few jihoon fics this morning and then watched a few compilations and now i'm STUCK BETWEEN THEM AAAAAA

i am definitely that person too, esp if it's something genuinely hilarious. you laugh at something funny and then someone's laugh just sets you back off again 😭😭😭

omg wait no that would be completely chaotic, i don't think anyone other than cheol is equipped to deal with how chaotic svt are <33

i love hsm so much you don't understand </3 i want to erase my memory of hsm and watch them all over again i'm OBSESSED :o i'm being biased here bc he's my url but i just want to have a day out with seungkwan, i just think it would be the most fun </3 we can both be so savage and i feel like our personalities are so similar <3

omg yes yes, LEE KNOW PLS, him and his cats are so beautiful to me!!! 🥰 my s/o and i have two cats together, he gets SOOOOO flustered over baby animals! when he sees bunnies, his voice goes so high pitched and he screams "BUNNYYYYY" 😍😍😍😍

you just can't help but bias the whole group tbh <3 they're my favourite group. i've actually had the same favourite artist for the last 18 years which are a band called mcfly but i think svt have taken that number one spot in my heart. i've been wrestling with the both of them since i first listened to svt 6 years ago but nah, i think svt have my whole entire heart <3333

hiii heather sorry for taking forever to reply to this!! i literally panicked when i came to reply bc i thought it got deleted somehow :(

omg please do!! i’d love to see them <3

one day i will just... sit back and watch gose and tmap and probs the different skz stuff. is that from one of the TTT eps? i think i remember that one lol

oh big mood lol i literally switch between wonwoo n vernon based on the day. i am soft for them <3 but honestly all of svt bias wrecks me depending on the day. i think its usually dino and cheol like... most often (dino’s humor <3 i just love how he clowns the others sometimes lmao and cheol’s... everything tbh i love that man), but it really just depends on what they’re doing lol

sometimes i laugh too hard to the point where i go completely silent and it hurts lmao i did have someone go “stop STOP, UR KILLING HER” once in response to me silently crying w laughter

it’d be chaotic but i still want to see it fskhfdf like. looking at shinee, i’m like... there’s only one person who can handle taemin and it’s onew and even then taemin gets away with a lot lmao

BIG mood tho!! they’re such silly fun movies <3 i love them so much. seungkwan would be fun to have a day out with tbh!! i feel like he’d be fun to talk with esp just bc he’s a sweetie who i think would happily carry convo if ur a lil nervous or listen if ur passionate abt something. honestly i think all of svt would be fun to have a day out with depending on what ur doing? jeonghan n jun would both be good for like... rly chill, laid-back days tbh

also minho and his cats... i legit love them so much. he’s such a good cat dad!! also aww ur s/o sounds so cute!! also pls tell ur kitties that i love them omg <3

idk if i’d call svt my favorite group since i have multiple groups that i love + i think shinee will always rank very highly since they’re genuinely very special to me and i love them a lot. + i’m a softie for both trsr, golcha, and skz!! there are simply so many men i am soft for <3 is this allowed--

#wooahaes.ask #heather ☁️ #literally the panic i felt when i didnt see this ask in my inbox... #cannot describe it esp after u sent the ask asking abt it!! i was abt to be like NOO I JUST TOLD HEATHER I HAVE IT STILL TOO