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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hii!! I have a request if thats okay, its kinda weird tho so if you don't wanna do it thats totaly okay<3

So i have like a really sensitive stomach so if i eat like anything greasy or a lot of one thing i get a really bad tummy ache, especially after supper like i don't throw up or anything im just kinda useless for like 2 hours. So the request is if you could do poly x fem!reader (or one of them, whatever you prefer) and have them comfort her and stuff? Maybe like cuddles and belly rubs? Idk

Thank u for excisting btw, you really make my day everytime you post<3

Thanks sweetheart, hope you like it :)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus knocks at your door tentatively. He’d known something was off when you’d left dinner early, vague about why you had to get home but urgent in a way that unnerved him. He’d followed you out of the restaurant, hoping to catch you in the parking lot, but you’d already gotten on your bus. Remus knew you were probably fine, but he couldn’t shake his anxiety about the way you’d left and he’d made his excuses a few minutes later, ignoring the jeering protests of his friends as he set out for your apartment.

After knocking again, he tries the handle, surprised and a bit alarmed to find the door unlocked. He calls your name as he steps inside hesitantly, wary of startling you if you’ve gone to sleep or have just gotten out of the shower (that’s something he’d like to see under more consensual circumstances). “It’s Remus,” he says into the dark apartment, feeling a bit silly. “Are you here?”

“Rem,” a soft voice comes from the direction of the living room, “what’re you doing here?”

He moves toward the sound. “I came to check on you. Sorry for just letting myself in, but you left dinner so suddenly and I…oh, sweetheart.”

He finds you on the couch, all curled up with your face pinched in obvious pain.

“Honey, what happened?” he asks, crouching beside you. His hand comes up to pet your hair of its own accord.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you say, the strain in your voice belying your words. “I just came home because my stomach was bothering me.”

Remus feels his brows pinch. “It hurts?” you nod, seeming embarrassed. He can’t imagine why, it’s not like you’ve any control over that sort of thing. “Do you think it was something you ate?”

You’re looking down at your knees, held tightly to your chest. “I…kind of,” you sigh. “This happens sometimes. Like, when I eat a lot of the same thing, or greasy foods.”

Remus nods thoughtfully. “So like, when James won’t stop piling fries onto your plate all night, and you feel like you have to eat them?” You look sheepish, and James is going to feel awful when Remus is through with him. He’s going to make damn sure nothing like this ever happens again on his watch. “I’m sorry, lovely,” he says. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You hesitate. “I’ve got ibuprofen in the bathroom, but I haven’t wanted to get up. Could you bring it to me?”

Remus squeezes your shoulder lightly, standing. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He hurries to the bathroom, finding the small bottle of pills under the sink and bringing it back along with a cup of water. He shakes a couple of tablets into his hand, passing them to you, but withholds the water when you reach for it.

“Sorry.” He really is. “You’ve got to sit up to drink it, don’t want you to choke.”

You shuffle into an upright position, bracing your back against the couch with your knees still drawn tight to your front, and Remus hands the cup over. You swallow the pills with a light exhale, as if you’re already anticipating the relief they’ll bring.

“Thanks, Rem.”

“It’s no problem,” he replies, and he hopes you understand how much he means it. “How long does the pain usually last?”

You sigh. “A couple hours. I’ll probably just lie here and wait it out, I won’t be able to get to sleep until it stops.”

Remus tries not to pout at you, his heart aching with sympathy. “If you’d like, we could watch a movie or something,” he suggests, adding quickly. “But if you want me to leave so you can relax, I completely understand, love.”

You ponder for a second, your face still tight with pain. “No, that sounds nice,” you say after a second. “A distraction could help, and I’ll be more relaxed with you here anyway.”

Remus has to turn away so you don’t see the full force of his smile, occupying himself with your television. He holds up a movie for you to see, putting it in the VHS player once you approve. You waste no time in snuggling up to him when he sits next to you on the couch, and Remus wraps his arm around you happily, rubbing gently up and down your arm. You all but melt under his touch, softening against his side.

It’s a few minutes into the movie before he works up the courage to ask. “Do you think it would help,” he says, hoping his voice sounds at least remotely casual, “if I rubbed your stomach for you?”

You look at him in surprise. “Remus, that’s alright. You don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind,” he says, and he doesn’t. Even though he’s giddy from the feel of you pressed up against him, he’s not offering as some excuse to touch you. He just wants so desperately to help. Seeing you in pain is like a gut punch every time he looks at you, and if there’s anything that can make you more comfortable, he wants to be the one to do it. “Really, I just want you to feel better.”

“Okay, yeah.” You relax your grip on your knees, letting your thighs fall a few inches from your stomach and making an opening for him. “That’d be nice, thanks.” Remus watches your face, wary of any signs of discomfort as he brings his hand to your midsection.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you at all, yeah?”

“I will,” you say. “But you won’t.”

Remus glows with your surety in him, but he’s still cautious as he draws his hand in small circles, gratified when you sigh. The movie casts blue light across your features, so he can see you a bit better as the crease between your brows evaporates, the tension around your mouth easing. Remus does his best to look like he’s watching the movie, but all his focus is on easing the upset in your abdomen, adjusting his methods any time you react even slightly in the positive or negative. Soon you’re completely molten against his side, blinks slowing as your eyelids start to droop heavily.

“Did the ibuprofen kick in?” he asks softly. “You look like you’re getting sleepy, dove.”

“I dunno,” you yawn, laying your cheek on his bicep, “maybe.”

Remus almost hates to suggest it, but he’s not quite selfish enough to keep himself from asking. “If you want to get to bed, I can go.”

“No, can you stay?” you yawn again, hugely. Remus tries not to stare, but you look adorable, cheek squished up against his arm and face soft with sleepiness. “Just until the movie’s done, please?”

Remus adjusts you against him, slouching so that you can lay your head on his shoulder without hurting your neck. “Yeah, of course I can stay, lovely.” He resumes rubbing your stomach, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

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ador3sturniolo · 6 months

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An - omg I feel like I haven’t posted in a year what. Okay so earlier this week I went to a hockey game, and something happened while I was there and I wanted to write a fic about it. And I wanted to do Nate because I love Nate, and we need more Nate fics out there asap. And the song has nothing to do with the fic, it was the song I kept playing while writing this 😭

Paring - Nathan Doe X FemReader

Summary - You go to one of Nate’s hockey games

Warnings - Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

Requested - Nope

ALSO YALL, I FIRST WROTE THIS IN THE BEGINNING OF OCTOBER SO THERE WILL BE HALLOWEEN THEMED THINGS HERE, SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

I hadn’t realize how late I had slept in until I heard my alarm go off more than 30 times, most of which I had just sleep through. I check the time and see it’s a little past 3. Shit. I had so much to do and had it all planned out. I was to clean my house, get a gift for Nate, go grocery shopping, and decorate for fall. I’ll just eat some food while I’m out but right now, I need to clean up my place. I have u til 6:30 to get everything done on my list. Considering Nate’s game starts at 7.

I clean my house, lighting candles and turning on fairy lights I have setup around my house. I take a quick shower and put on my freshly clean clothes. I do a slick back bun, not trying to do anything fancy. I get into my car and make a quick stop at Starbucks to get a drink. I also did an online order for my favorite lunch place in town so it’s ready for pickup when I get there. I pickup my lunch and eat in my car as I drive to target. I put my Starbucks in the cup holder of my cart and push it too the food section.

I grab my list of food and start putting it in my cart. I decided to grab some cookie dough for me and Nate to back after his game. I go over to the floral section and grab a bag of white, blue, and purple pair and place it in my cart. I’m on my way towards check out when I spot the cutest pair of matching pj sets. There was a vampire, pumpkin, and ghost option. They were all so cute but I decided to get the ghost ones. I check out and go home to eat dinner and decorate.

I decided to make something, quick, easy, and delicious. I play my fall playlist as I grab my last year bin full of pumpkins, signs, pillows and blankets. It only takes me around 30 minutes considering I cleaned earlier. I looked at the time, with not much time left I had to get ready. I put the totes back and head to my room. I put on a pair of leggings and his hockey jersey that he gave me. I take out my hair and do two French braids. I take some face paint type makeup I have and write his number on my cheek.

I put on my shoes and grab his flowers and teddy I bought him earlier that week. I grab a blanket so I don’t get cold at the rink. I drive to the rink in only 10 minutes. I head inside and get a ticket. I’m greeted inside by the triplets. They all look over at me and walk my way.

“Finally, we’ve been waiting for like 5 hours” Nick says rolling his eyes

“Nick, we got here 5 minutes ago-“ Matt chimed in

“Oh hush.” Nick says, crossing his arms, clearly annoyed.

“I’m so excited to watch my boyfriend play!” Chris says clapping his hands. Nick, Matt and I slowly turn towards Chris, giving him a confused look.

“Fine, I can’t wait to watch her boyfriend play” Chris says sarcastically but rolling his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” I say pushing Chris a little bit jokingly. We all walk to the rink, getting a rush of cold air as the door opens. I could feel goosebumps approaching my skin. I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and sit down with the triplets. We sat and waited for the game to start. It only took a couple scrolls on insta before the players came walking out of the locker room and onto the ice to warmups. It wasn’t hard for me to find him, considering I had his number imprinted into my brain. Before I the warmups ended, I went to the snack bar and got myself a water and chips for me and the triplets. I head back just in time for the game to start. We all stand up and start to cheer, like the rest of the crowd. I only had my eye on one player the whole time. Every time he scored a point and I would jump up and down and scream for him. The three looked at me like I was insane but I didn’t care.

The game was over and Nate’s team won! We all wait for Nate outside of the locker room to finish up, but before he comes out I need to use the restroom. I come back not too long and see the brothers talking to a man I wanted to hug the first I saw him on the ice. He noticed me and started walking towards me. I ran up to him and gave him a hug.

“You did great tonight, I’m so proud of you.” I say giving him a peck on the lips.

“And these are for you.” I handed him the flowers and teddy bear, he then looked up at me with a smile that would make my heart melt.

“Thank you so much baby.” He said as he went to the side of me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He turned back and waved to the brothers as he started to walk with me out of the building. I help him load his things into my car, and we get inside the car after.

“So I had a really fun night planned out for us, but if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay and we can do something else.”

“It’s whatever makes you happy my love” I couldn’t help but blush at his words.

“So, my house is all decorated and I had candles going so it smells really good in there, and the house is clean so a bonus! And I was thinking we could make cookies and watch a movie together? And there’s also a surprise with that.” I say almost out of my seat from how happy I was.

“If that’s what you wanna do.” He says smiling back at me.

“Of course it’s what I want to do, but I wanted to know if u wanted to do it.” I say turning on my car, pulling out of the parking lot.

“I’m okay with anything you want to do.” He says looking out the window. I smile as I continue to drive back to my place. I pull into my driveway and get out of my car.

“Let’s take showers first tho.” I say unlocking my front door. He nods as I unlock the door and walk in. We take off our shoes at the front and walk to my room where my shower is.

“I’ll go first, I’ll be quick.” I say as I start to take out my hair. I hop in the shower and wash my face, get out, and wrap myself in a towel. I walk out into my room and too my closet, telling him it’s his turn on my way. He gets off the small couch I have in my room and head into the bathroom. I quickly get dressed into the pajamas I just bought for us. I sit down at my vanity and start doing my night skincare. I hear the shower turn off and with Nate walking out with the towel around his waist. He points at the pair of clothes on my bed.

“What’s this?”

“It’s yours, to wear! Tonight! To match with me!” I say turning around, show I’m in the matching set. He gives me a sigh but walks with it into the bathroom to get changed. I do a little clap of achievement, as I turn back around to finish my skincare. I hear the bathroom door open and see him walk out, giving me a sigh and looking down in disappointment.

“Hey! You look amazing! Don’t give me that I hate this energy, it’s supposed to be fun!” I say putting all my things away and getting up.

“I feel so weird in this.” He says throwing his hands like a baby

“Why? You look so cute!” I say walking towards him.

“Can I just take the shirt off? It feels tight.” He says scratching his neck

“Not yet! I wanna take a picture” I say grabbing my phone out. His arm wraps around my waist as I put the mode to 0.5x and turn on the flash. We smoosh our heads together doing a kissy face as I take the picture. I look at the picture to make sure it was okay then I put my phone down.

“Okay, let go make some cookies” I say kissing his cheek and walking out of my room. He follows close behind me. I grab a pack a Pillsbury cookies from the fridge and preheat the oven.

“How about you put on 6, and I put on 6” I say grabbing a tray from my cabinet.

“Good with me” He says giving me a smile

“Can I take my shirt off now?” He says whining

“Fine, Stop acting like a baby” I say as I start to put on my cookies.

We both finish putting on our cookies and put them in the oven. I walk over to my couch and turn on the tv.

“What would you like to watch?” I say looking up at him.

“I don’t know, you pick.” He says sitting down next to me

“Mhm, Corpse Bride? The Nightmare Before Christmas?” I say leaning back and laying my head on his chest

“Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas movie.”

“No it’s not!” I say as I scoff

“It is tho!”

I shake my head and get up to go take the cookies out. I put them on a plate and organize them in a cute way. I bring the plate to the couch along with a blanket.

“Hold the plate while I put the blanket on us.” I say handing him the plate. I sit down, covering our legs and a little bit of my waist. He sets the plate down on the blanket.

“Do you like tonight?” I say putting my head on him again.

“Of course” He says kissing my head. I smile in happiness that I was able to make tonight special.

“I love you” I say lifting my head up.

“I love you more” He says giving me a peck on my lips

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An - OML I AM SO SORRY ML FOR NOT POSTING FOR A MONTH. I KNOW THIS ONE IS BAD BUT I FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO POST SOMETHING OR I CANT FUNCTION RIGHT SO HERE IS THIS 🫶🏼

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wambsgansshoelaces · 5 months

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a/n: hi ! this is the first part of hopefully a series ! it’s the plan that multiple characters all get their own series :)

for reference, I’m never going to use actual plot lines for fics so that we can avoid spoilers. i hope my writing is in character- and good lol. Prologues will always be shorter than actual chapters- think of it as getting into character lmao.

Enjoy + please leave your thoughts !

chapters 1 and 2!

Kendall Roy x Reader

Something Sweet; Prologue

5:30 A.M.

You stare at your alarm clock as it beeps- you swear that thing has grown eyes and is staring at you. You drag yourself out of bed, and before you know it, you’re flitting about your bakery getting ready for the day. The night before, you’d made a perfect batch of Eclaires that you’re sure will sell well today. When it finally hits seven, you flip the sign hanging on the bakery’s front door from ‘closed’ to ‘open’.

You normally don’t get that many people in the early mornings, and today is no different. A few people come in and buy some of your Thanksgiving themed cookies, a few others the seasonal peppermint coffee. It being Thanksgiving, you don’t see anybody in your store at all after nine.

Until it hits noon, anyway.

When the bell fastened above the front door tinkles, you’re in the way back messing around with some dough for a prospective holiday pastry you’ve been thinking about. “Coming!”

When you round the corner, you’re a bit surprised to find who’s looking back at you. His eyes wrinkle in exhaustion, and he’s subtly fidgeting with his fingers. He’s wearing a smoothed out sweater vest, crisp dress pants, and a watch that looks like it cost more than your bakery. You wonder why he isn’t wearing a coat- November in New York was by no means warm. You feel like you’ve seen him somewhere before- online? On the street, in the news? Before you can open your mouth to ask how you can help, he begins.

“Why are you open on Thanksgiving?”

Again, he takes you by surprise, but you don’t miss a beat. “Why are you here on Thanksgiving?”

“Touché. Sorry. I’m drunk. And high. I think.” He drops his head into his hands. “I just needed to get inside. Sorry,” he repeats, attempting to wipe the weariness from his eyes.

At first, you don’t know what to say. You don’t really dabble in the world of drugs, nor do you drink, but you feel for him. There’s just something about him- some part of your subconscious that knows something you don’t. He looks like he’s been through it, anyway. It doesn’t hurt to be kind.

“Why don’t you take a seat? Stay in as long as you like. I’m not exactly busy.” You gesture to the various booths and café tables that line the walls and sit throughout your store.

He ducks his head down, pinking slightly. “I’m really sorry.”

You sigh, and feel a tinge of pity. “Go sit. I’ll get you a glass of water.” Reluctantly, he shuffles off, and you fill a glass with bottled water then open your pastry display.

You round the counter and sit in the chair across from him, sliding him the water and setting a prettily decorated cupcake on the table.

“Drink up.” You look at him expectantly. He stares back, then looks down into the glass. “Like you said, you’re drunk and probably high. It’s best you start flushing it out.”

He mumbles a quick ‘thank you’ and takes a dainty sip of water.

“Come on. You have to drink more than that.” I peel the wrapper on the cupcake back and push it into his hands. Hesitantly, he eats.

“This is really good,” he says quietly. “You made it?”

“Of course I did. I bake everything here.”

Eventually, he finished both the water and the treat. With what you read as shame, he thanks you profusely again before being interrupted by someone entering the shop. Before you get up, he says softly, “Let me pay.”

“What? Absolutely not. It’s on the house.”

You go to help your customer, but when they’re gone, you realize that so is the man from before.

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #succession x reader #succession fic #succession hbo #succession

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drunkewok · 7 months

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Tiger Inside

Chapter Sixteen

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and does not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

The house felt relatively calm despite the looming mission that tonight would entail, the members casually eating their lunch, others laughing in distant rooms. Yet the twisting knot in my stomach refused to release, the prolonged anxiety of what was to come had finally caught up to me and dug its nails into my shoulders.

The clock on the wall created an agitating tick with every passing second as I was settled in the front room, planted in the seat that Jiho once sat during my first morning in the house. Outside the window, I watched as the trees gently swayed in the wind, the mirrored reflection of relaxation that the house was exuding. I crossed my legs underneath me, my fingers mindlessly picking at my cuticles as my mind wandered, D-Day was here, and it came too fast.

“Noona?” A soft voice behind me caught me by alarm, my head turning to the doorway to a gentle eyed Jeongin standing with a plate and glass in hand. “Chan asked me to bring you a sandwich, you need to eat something before we get ready to head out.” With a slight smile and nod I welcomed him in, taking the glass of water from him as he set the plate on the table beside me. He sat in the seat adjacent to mine, his eyes following my own back toward the window, the two of us sitting in silence for a moment before he slowly turned to me. “What are you thinking about out here by yourself?” I hummed softly as I looked back at him.

“Do you guys not get nervous? Everyone seems so… nonchalant.” I took a sip from the glass, relaxing back into the seat with a sigh.

“Well of course we do, but after a while we learned how to push past it. There’s no shame in feeling that way, especially when it’s your first time.” He picked up the plate, handing it to me. “Chan has a lot of faith in you, we all do. You’re gonna be a strong member of this team, I just know it.”

“Thank you, Jeongin.” I stared at the sandwich before me, trying to find the strength within me to take a bite.

“You really should eat, you can’t go into this on an empty stomach.” His cheeky smile at least brought me some level of comfort, seeing him in this light you would never expect this guy to have the ability to break your neck. “Chan is gonna give us a final rundown soon, I’ll come get you when he’s ready, for now just let yourself relax.” Jeongin patted my knee before standing and leaving me in the silence once more. For how hungry I was, it was surprisingly difficult to stomach the food, my mind sitting somewhere far away and letting my body run on autopilot.

As our meeting with Chan wrapped up, the members all separated to our rooms to get changed, a collection of black clothes to keep us concealed within the darkness of night. I pulled my chest holster over my shoulders before securing the clasp, followed by tightening the harness placed around my thigh and securing my knife within it.

Staring into the mirror, I studied my features, looking into my eyes as the reality of my new living situation settled on my shoulders sunk in. Going into these situations was going to be happening more often, this is only the first of many. I clapped my hands against my cheeks, trying to bring myself back into my body before pulling my hair back into a ponytail, grabbing my gun from the dresser and stepping through my door.

The steps down to the foyer felt like walking a marathon, stretching longer and longer. The door sat open, welcoming me into the night as many of the members shuffled around, trying to get last minute details in order. Some were collecting their weapons, some conversing about different details of the mission. I stood silently, observing those around me in their natural habitat.

“Y/n, I want you riding in Minho’s van.” Chan motioned to the van that Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin were currently crawling into the back of, Minho leaning against the hood as Changbin loaded a few duffel bags into the back hatch before returning to his own van.

Slipping into the passenger seat, I pulled my seatbelt across my chest before taking a deep breath and trying to relax myself into the seat. I watched as Chan and Minho shared a brief exchange in front of the van before Minho pulled himself into the driver’s seat. He spared me a silent glance as he looked down to the belt, making sure it was secured, before turning the key and bringing the van to life.

The drive was painfully quiet as we made our way down the dark streets, following closely behind Chan’s van, the soft click of keys on a laptop behind us as Felix prepped his program to disarm the system once we arrived. Minho continued to glance my way every so often, quickly returning to the road afterwards. I tried not to fidget in my seat, attempting to fumble with my fingers as a distraction as we started nearing our destination.

“Are you properly holstered?” Minho’s voice startled me in the silence, his attention still pointed forward as he spoke to me. I double checked that my gun was securely fixed to my side, my knife pressed to my thigh, and that the straps of my holsters were properly fastened. I gave a weak nod as I quietly gave him a yes. Minho glanced into the rearview towards Felix “We’re 5 minutes out, go ahead and disarm.”

“Got it.” Felix continued to type away, before confirming success and pressing to his ear, speaking into his earpiece. “Radio check everyone.” Each member followed with a confirmation into their radios, my turn falling in line at the end as I gave the final call. My hands balled into tense fists as I attempted to crack my neck side to side, trying to relieve my muscles.

“Changbin and Jeongin are to enter first. Minho, y/n and I are following in next.” Chan’s voice rang in my ear as he radioed the team. “Hyunjin and Jisung, you know your positions. Felix is staying camped in the van for surveillance, Seungmin you’re entering with us as discussed so you can work with us for identification.” Each member responded with a copy as the vans parked. “Felix, are we disarmed?”

“Sure are Boss, cleared to go.” The door of the opposite van opened, Changbin and Jeongin being the first to exit and pull their guns from their holsters. Hyunjin and Jisung pulled their weapons from the back of the van before disappearing into the darkness behind us.

“Com’on, it’s go time.” Minho opened his door, crossing in front of the van and meeting up with Chan, receiving a brief pat on the back before the three of us followed closely behind Changbin and Jeongin. Weapons at the ready by our sides, we neared the large warehouse towering over us, a seemingly unassuming metal structure matching the other buildings along the pier. Jeongin dropped to a knee in front of the side door, carefully picking the lock and allowing Changbin to push past him first into the building.

Changbin slid in slowly, observing the room before entering fully. Jeongin rose to his feet, following closely behind him as we waited for the all clear. No alarms were sounding, indicating the success on Felix’s end.

“Cameras are clear, how does the room look Changbin?” Felix asked as Changbin waved the other three of us in behind him.

“We’re inside, room is clear.” As I passed the threshold, my eyes started to scan the room surrounding us. The lighting was minimal, the small windows placed near the top of the walls providing very little moonlight shining in, just enough to reflect off the metal tables lined around the room.

The contents of the warehouse felt surprisingly sparse, not like the factory I had initially expected. Previous blueprints given to us from Felix indicated that this first room was probably the decoy, our true target farther into the warehouse.

“Secondary door is disarmed, cleared to enter.” Felix radioed as we continued on, a large metal door clicking open in front of us as we followed inside. “You guys will be met with a hall through it, followed by a staircase down to the basement, there’s another door at the base of the stairs, I’ve cleared it. You’re good for entry.” The hall stretched the length of the warehouse, pipes twisted along the walls and wrapped up across the ceiling, a soft blue glow emitting from the occasional lights sprinkled down the hall.

As Changbin reached the stairs, Jeongin followed closely behind, Minho keeping himself planted at the top of the stairs to ensure we had no unwelcome visitors. As we passed through the next door, we were met with a smaller room, walls of concrete encasing us. The same metal tables from upstairs littered the room, this time covered with vials and beakers. Shelving units covered a back wall, Seungmin immediately crossing over to them and beginning to sort through their contents.

“There should be a door to your guy’s left, it leads to their control room. Jeongin, I need you to get in there and plug the thumb drive I gave you into their main system for me.” At Felix’s command Jeongin pulled from the group and disappeared behind the door, Chan following close behind him. I let my feet take me around the perimeter of the room, scanning over the different elements strewn across the tables.

The room felt claustrophobic with its low ceilings and thick walls, the eerie silence echoing off of them. I peeked my head into the control room as Jeongin fiddled with the controls. A large wall of monitors displayed different camera angles around the compound, outside the vans just barely out of their view. I watched as the screens started to glitch, one by one slowly shutting down as Felix gained access into the mainframe. Behind me, Seungmin began pocketing different filled vials from the shelves, intending to bring them home and study them further, while Changbin stood guard at the entry point.

“Cameras disarmed, I almost have full access, just a moment longer guys.” Felix continued coaching us through the headsets, his surprisingly calm demeanor as he clicked away on his system. Changbin and I stayed steady as we awaited further commands, watching those around us as they were posted in their areas.

“Chan we may have an issue, I think they had a silent alarm on the mainframe, something has been tripped.” Felix’s voice rang in our ears once more, his initial calm responses disappearing as they morphed into a little more frantic.

“Changbin and Minho, take y/n upstairs and keep posted up there for when they show up. I’ll stay with Jeongin and Seungmin until Felix is finalized.” Minho gestured the two of us out in front of him as we hurried our way back up the stairs, the nerves settling back into the pit of my stomach.

“Changbin, keep posted by the main door, y/n I need you to take cover somewhere in the main room with a good vantage point, keep yourself hidden and ready.” Minho stayed near the entry off the hall as Changbin made his way back to the main room with me close on his tail.

Ducking behind a cabinet near the corner, I crouched down and confirmed that I had a view of the door through the underside of one of the tables. The wait for an arrival felt like an eternity as we all sat in silence, the unknown of what was to come itching in the back of my head.

“We’ve got two vehicles incoming from the west.” Hyunjin’s hushed voice now rang in my ear, the distraction of our findings causing me to briefly forget his and Jisung’s presence on a rooftop outside. “It appears as though we have seven members, four of which are coming your way, the other three are camping outside.”

“I’ve got the system copied, you guys are good to get out of there.” Felix quickly cut in behind Hyunjin, Chan speaking through the walkies with a copy just before I heard a gunshot ring out outside.

“Open fire as needed team.” Below us, Chan and the rest of his team started to grab whatever intel they could before they made their exit, above ground gunshots echoed through as the opposing team neared closer. Through my line of sight to the door, I could see Changbin in close proximity to one of the new arrivals, pulled away from his post as he took him head on.

Through the distraction, another slipped through the door with a gun drawn, his face barely visible in the shadowed room. I stayed low as I aimed my gun in his direction, right as he took notice of Minho as he ducked for cover. The two of them focused on each other before my shot caught him by alarm and alerting him of another presence, his head whipping in the direction that my bullet came from. Another body entered the room, scanning it with a gun drawn before dropping into cover. The loud crack of one of our sniper rifles rang out, Jisung quickly alerting us of one of their men down.

Chan quickly entered the room, bringing bullets flying with him as he pulled himself into cover and resuming fire. I pressed my back against the cabinet as I tried to steady myself, out of the corner of my eye seeing Jeongin sneak up on one of their members from behind. Pulling myself back into my spot for visibility, my eyes locked on the third member slipping into the room, my gun pointed at him and sending a shot and watching him tumble to the ground. Minho caught the last by surprise, pulling him into a headlock as he struggled to free himself.

“Seungmin, back to the vans. Y/n, I want you out of this room when possible.” Chan’s heavy breathing buzzed in my ears as he made his commands, watching as Seungmin made his break for the door. “How are we looking outside Hyunjin?”

“Changbin took one down, trying to locate the other two, they ducked into cover pretty fast. This doesn’t look like Ateez though, but I can’t make out the team yet”

With Jeongin and Minho having the other two in the room occupied, Chan ordered my exit with him watching my back. I slipped out of the building and around the back, gun pointed forward as I rounded the corner. Surveying the area, I was in a small walkway, a half-wall being my only blockage from the water below. Dropping beside a dumpster, I attempted to compose myself, the adrenaline pumping through my veins sending fire throughout my body.

“Y/n and I took two down inside, one made it out so we’ve got four on the perimeter now.” Minho’s voice was winded as he spoke. “Do we have any location on the others yet?” I kept checking each direction from my location, searching for any signs of possible movement.

“No sir.” I peered around the corner to an adjacent building as Jisung spoke, the muzzle of a sniper rifle just barely visible in the darkness.

“If possible, I want retreat. Avoid further interaction and make it back to the vans. We got what we need, let’s get out of here.” I studied my options in order to follow Chan’s command, I knew if I doubled back towards the vans from the direction I came, I was sure to be intercepted near the door. So pulling myself out from behind the dumpster I started down the back wall of the building, keeping myself low and both hands on my gun by my side.

A shot flies through the air above me, causing me to drop to the ground, unsure of the direction it came from. My heart pounded in my chest, the ringing in my ears still loud from the multiple exposures to gunshots throughout the night.

Praying the shot came from behind, I kept myself near the ground, hoping I was shielded from the dumpster behind me.

“We’ve got three back to the vans, Changbin, Jeongin, Minho, Chan and y/n, we need you guys back so we can take off.” Felix’s voice provided me no comfort as I attempted to continue forward, trying to keep my eyes out for cover, and ears out for movement. Stopping at the end of the wall, I pressed my back to a large container and finally looked behind me, at the far end where I had come from a dark figure came into sight, unsure if they were friend or foe I quickly ducked around the corner before pressing my back firmly against the wall, attempting to focus on calming my heavy breathing to stay quiet as I hid myself. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft cold glow on the surroundings, the air feeling eerily quiet in stark contrast to the violence consuming the night.

“Is anyone able to update me on their locations?” Felix’s voice radioed through my ear, moments of silence following before different members started in their responses. Leaning forward, I rested my hand on my knee, using my other to press the mic and quietly whisper.

“I’m outside, east side of the building.” I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my knees as I caught my breath. Pulling myself together with a deep breath, I straightened my back and lifted my head towards the water. Observing the gentle ripples in the water, I’m briefly distracted before an arm tightens around my throat from behind, pulling me flush against my assailant's chest as my nails dug into their arm in an attempt to pull the strength away from my windpipe before my ability to fight would fade.

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quodekash · 1 year

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Tinn: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Gun: Thanks, it's the trauma.

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Sound: Win! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Win: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Tinn: Tiw! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Tiw: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

—-(it worked for both of them)—-

Sound, joining chinzhilla: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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Gun: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five p.m., okay? I don't KNOW!

—-(adhd gun hcssss)—-

Yo: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh... Por, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you? Yo, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???

—- —-

Tinn: I’m this close to falling in love with Gun. Tiw: Your fingertips are touching. Tinn: Exactly.

—-

Gun: So, Pat is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Sound: Why? Gun: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. Pat, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

—-

Tiw: Why would anyone want to harm Tinn? Sound: Maybe because they met him?

—-(you cant tell me this didn’t happen)—-

Tiw, teaching Tinn to drive: Okay, you're driving and Gun and Por walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Tinn: Oh, definitely Por. I could never hurt Gun. Tiw, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

—- —-

Tinn: Bye Gun! Bye Win! Bye Sound! Bye Yo! Bye Por! Bye Pat! Bye Gun! Tiw: You said ‘bye Gun’ twice. Tinn: I like Gun.

—- —-

Tinn: If you see me talking to myself, go away! I’m self-employed and we’re having a staff meeting!

—- —-

Pat: I drink to forget but I always remember. Gun: You're drinking orange juice.

—- —-

Tinn: Hi- Sound: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

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Gun: I haven't seen Yo and Win for fifteen minutes now. *Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Yo and Win running after it in a panic. Gun doesn't look outside at all.* Gun: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

—-(yo and win's friendship means everything to me)—-

Pat: Hey Win, can you give me the opposite of these words? Pat: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Win: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Win: The fucking satisfaction.

—-(pat likes rickrolling i decided)—-

Gun: Can you keep a secret? Tinn: Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

—-(hes literally told tiw everything and idek if gun knows that tiw knows)—-

Tinn, trying to reconcile with Sound: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Sound: It’s not water. Tinn: Vodka! I like your sty- Sound: It’s vinegar. Tinn: …What? Sound: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

—-(im a sucker for these sound-tinn rivalry quotes. mostly cos i desperately need to know wHY)—-

Gun: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo? Tiw: ICARUS?

—-(his poor nerd heart)—-

Pat: I’m gonna die alone. Win: Pat, you’re not gonna die alone. Pat: Gun, was my safety net, okay? He got married and now I have to get a snake. Sound: Uh-huh. Why is that? Pat: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face. Pat: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man. Pat: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

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Win: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

—-(that's why he's always late for school)—-

Win: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Win: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Win: Go big or go home.

—- —-

Tinn: Your smile? It makes my day. Gun: Your happiness? I live for that. Yo: A room? Get one. Pat: Hotel? Trivago.

—-(i will milk pat's loneliness dry bc its funny)—-

Tinn's mum: Where's Tinn and the music club? Tiw: They're playing hide and seek. Tinn's mum: Where? Tiw: I don't think you get how this game works.

—- —-

Gun, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Yo: Hey. Win: Hi. Sound: Hello. Por: Hey! Gun: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Pat: We were out of Doritos.

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Por: I’m the smartest person in my friend group. Tiw: You hang out with Gun, Win, Pat, and Yo. Tiw: It’s not as high a compliment as you think.

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Pat: Dumbest scar stories, go! Tiw: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Por: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned. Win: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Tinn: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn. Gun: I have emotional scars.

—- —-

Squad reactions to being called straight: Por: The fuck, no I'm not. Tiw: Excuse the hell out of you? Tinn: Ding dong, you are wrong! Gun: Who told you that? And why did they lie? Sound: Rude. Win: *punches the person*

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(I couldn’t decide who would fit this next one best so you get all three versions of the same quote)

Gun: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Win. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Win! Sound: Nope. Gun: In that case, as the archbishop of Sound's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Win right on the lips!!!

—-

Gun: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Por. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Por! Tiw: Nope. Gun: In that case, as the archbishop of Tiw's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Por right on the lips!!!

—-

Tiw: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Tinn. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Tinn! Gun: Nope. Tiw: In that case, as the archbishop of Gun's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Tinn right on the lips!!!

—- —-

BONUS-

Pat: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Pran: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

—- —-

BONUS AGAIN-

Korn: Do you guys want to see a butterfly? Pat: Ooh, yes please! Pran, with his laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug! Korn: It's not a bug though... Pran: ... Pat: ... Pran: Well I still don't want to see. Pat, realizing: Please don't throw- Korn: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

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stardustprompts · 10 months

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hbo’s avenue 5 season 1 sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; alcohol mention , nsfw , language , death , mental health

‘I only ever sing when I’m drunk ... so ask me again at 5 pm.’

‘hey, set your phasers to fun.’

‘I like to see folk take pride in their work, even if some might call that work ‘menial.’ not me, though, I value your labor.’

‘I would love to disperse your irritation.’

‘I think it’s the sarcasm alarm.’

‘unfortunately, I am still fully conscious.’

‘sorry to bother you but it’s my job.’

‘that sounds rude, I meant it to be self - deprecating.’

‘we all have a cool story to tell our therapists and chiropractors.’

‘I wish we were in separate rooms and I hate being alone!’

‘hey, dial it down! I’m the one who gets to be mad!’

‘you don’t patronize me by telling me not to be patronized, okay?’

‘I’m sorry, I’ve immediately forgotten what you just said.’

‘well, I’ve just mixed us a cocktail of ‘keep calm and suck my balls’.

‘you’re way less annoying than you were thirty seconds ago.’

‘I have had enough of your tall attitude and your high mouth.’

‘a problem is just a solution without a solution.’

‘this is a designated good news area, no downers, no frowners.’

‘we are way beyond rekindling, (name). my heart is not a barbeque!’

‘there may be some more bad news, or, as I’m learning to call it, news.’

‘eat the rich!’

‘sleeping on the floor is not as comfy as dogs make it look.’

‘you’ve been a wild kind of useless.’

‘is this what depression looks like, (name)? because if so, get that stuff away from me.’

‘you’re like santa clause with a sack full of shit.’

‘I’m not fluent in facial expressions.’

‘what’s going on in here? smells tense.’

‘oh, you look haunted.’

‘I’d close your mouth because it’s not a joke.’

‘I don’t like being unhappy. I just don’t.’

‘how do you accidentally kiss someone’s neck?’

‘I’m laughing because I’m terrified.’

‘if it’s any consolation, I hate me.’

‘I say a lot of things that are shit.’

‘you should never speak to human beings.’

‘don’t get hung up on results. the journey is the destination.’

‘you’re just saying that because I told you to, aren’t you?’

‘if anyone needs to freak out, this is a safe space. emotionally. physically, we’re all in terrible danger.’

‘i’d always hoped that my last words might be better than ‘fuck me, no.’’

‘all I got from that was ‘you’re going to die out here.’‘

‘I haven’t got it. help me more.’

‘why the fuck did I say that?’

‘it was true when I said it. like a marriage vow.’

‘I feel a bit trapped.’

‘I’ll have another shot of water, please.’

‘I usually don’t drink because it makes me blunt and opinionated.’

‘was your oxygen restricted in your early developmental years?’

‘don’t ever, ever show anyone your feelings. just bury them as deep as you can.’

‘you’re not a happy drunk.’

‘calm ... and I cannot express this enough ... the fuck down!’

‘that was wrong! hot, but wrong!’

‘I think everything will be okay if we just stick together.’

‘two options. one, murder. and two, and I know I keep looping back to this ... murder.’

‘are you hurting?’

‘you should prepare to enjoy your last moments of happiness.’

‘my thoughts connect instantaneously with my mouth. it’s extremely efficient.’

‘I never say sorry. like my hero, gandhi.’

‘I thought I was calm, but I am not fucking calm! I don’t wanna die!’

‘I have been in such a dark place.’

‘you like babies so much you wanna be one?’

‘I’ve gone through a period of serious introspection since last night.’

‘don’t talk and you’ll last marginally longer.’

‘I do know suffering, and you’re suffering.’

‘if you have to be passive aggressive, do it only with your eyes.’

‘you have to think before you speak. and then, think again.’

‘this part of the nightmare is over.’

‘that’s just someone that I’m not scared of.’

‘we have great banter.’

‘that was really bad. we need to work on your comebacks.’

‘you can do this, because quite frankly, you have to.’

‘I could hug you, but neither one of us wants that.’

‘why are you acting like a little foster child with a secret?’

‘it was insanely funny. I was just laughing on the inside.’

‘am I about to get whacked?’

‘this is an intervention.’

‘lets climb down from a place of anger.’

‘back off, buddy, or you will feel my wraith. and I am fire. literally fire.’

‘I’m as mad as a fucking bear.’

‘you can’t do that because you’ll die.’

‘I don’t know why you think you’re right and I am wrong.’

‘don’t be as stupid as your face.’

‘you can’t just save my life. you gotta make it about you.’

‘you’re so cute when you’re lying.’

‘it’s not not your fault.’

‘there’s plenty of blame to go around. we are all going to get a slice.’

‘I’m not very good at this, and you know that, but let’s just pretend that I am.’

‘my decision to make a quick decision was itself a bad decision.’

‘I have the decision-making powers of a pigeon trapped in a library.’

‘every room you’re in ripples with tension.’

‘why do I keep thinking i’m clever? I’m not. on a good day I’m barely not stupid.’

‘I’m not clever but I look as though I should be.’

‘we’re all hiding. I’m hiding. you’re hiding...’

‘poor octopus. eight arms, but no hands. fuck you, god.’

‘violence is never the solution.’

‘I have never been more attracted to you than right now.’

‘my patience has snapped like a 200-year-old breadstick!’

‘I don’t mean to be impolite but shut your pie-hole.’

‘you know that thing you do where you act sarcastic so we all feel sorry for you? it works. we do.’

‘I related to you because you always fell short.’

‘I feel like I’m dying and my teeth are falling out.’

‘you were like a coworker to me.’

‘this has been a horrible day.’

#rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp prompts #television prompts #television sentence starters #avenue 5 sentence starters #avenue 5 prompts #hbo prompts #hbo sentence starters

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slayonehundredninetytwo · 5 months

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Unfair

TW:emeto, death threats, telling ppl to kill themselves, hate generally

Sickie: Jeongin

this one is like crazy long, enjoy!

From the moment Jeongin woke up in the morning, his throat hurt every so slightly. But surely he just needed to drink some water. His throat always was a little scratchy with sleep until he really woke up. It’s just like normal right? He’s fine.

Now he’s sitting through a solo vocal practice really regretting not listening to his body. The scratching never went away. He was singing along with his coach, just pushing on through the pain in his throat and the ache through his body.

“Jeongin, What’s up with you today? Your voice is all rough and you look pale. Are you sick?”

“God I hope not.” Jeongin said. There was nothing to be done if he was. He had already missed a concert this comeback and he couldn’t miss yet again. Especially not this one. The 2023 MAMA awards. This is a huge event, a seriously big deal. He has to go on tonight sick or not.

“I’m fine. Just a little cold.”

“Okay. Well, let’s save your voice for the concert and cut this short alright? Go home and rest a bit so that cold of yours will get better.”

Jeongin could not have been more grateful to be leaving practice.

When he got home, it was around 5pm. He threw on some comfy clothes and passed out in bed for a little nap.

The next time he woke up was 7 the next morning when his alarm went off. He wanted to go back to sleep so bad. But his alarm shrieked in his ears keeping him awake. He dragged himself out of bed and turned off the clock’s beeping. It’s going to be a long day.

He walked out to the kitchen to find most of the group already eating breakfast.

“Good morning Innie, nice of you to finally join us.” The leader remarked. Jeongin groaned in response, his throat too sore to respond.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?”

What did it matter? He was performing indefinitely tonight regardless.

“Throat hurts. Don’t feel good.” He mumbled.

Everyone in the room exchanged sympathetic looks, knowing there was nothing they could do.

Seungmin, who was standing right by I.N., placed his hand on the sick boys forehead, confirming their suspicions.

“That’s definitely a fever.”

“Okay Innie, why don’t you go back to your room and lay back down, I’ll bring you some medicine and some water.”

Once he was gone the rest of the group discussed what they would do.

“Do we think he’s gonna be able to perform tonight?” Lee Know asked.

“We’ll see how he’s feeling. He’d have to be practically on his death bed to get out of this concert.” Chan said.

Their conversation was interrupted by what they thought was IN coughing, but soon sounded more like retching and gagging.

Chan went to go check on him, not suprised when he found a Pale I.N. sat up it his bed leaning over the side. He quickly grabbed the bin from under the maknaes little desk and placed it under the boys mouth. But it was too late and there was already a small puddle on the floor. When he finished puking, he sat up. Chan could see tears forming in his eyes. His throat felt like fire, the acidic vomit not helping, not to mention the action tearing up his throat. Chan handed him the glass of water from the bedside table instructing him to drink.

“H-hurts to swallow..”

“Okay Innie, I hate to do this, but I need you to get dressed, I’m taking you to the doctor.”

The look of fear in Jeongin’s eyes said it all.

“Don’t worry, we’re just going to go to one of those 24 hour clinics.”

The boy just groaned, more tears slipping down his face. Chan sat down on the bed next to him.

“We’ll be in and out. The sooner we can get you some meds, the sooner you can feel better okay?”

“okay” he mumbled in response.

So he pulled himself out of bed to throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Chan lead him out to the car, pausing to tell the rest of the group where they were going. After receiving some sympathetic faces from the boys, they set off to the local CareNow.

Upon arrival, he slumped into a chair while Chan got him all checked in and yadayada doctor stuff, made I.N. sign some papers. He waited until he heard the nurse call

“Yang Jeongin?”

He stood up and followed the lady back to a little room, Chan trailing behind, and sat down on the examination table lined with that weird paper. She asked him some questions, like when did this all start, to describe his symptoms, etc. Then the nurse did simple things took his temperature, confirming his fever, then she got out her stethoscope and looked into his nose,ears, and throat.

“Your throat looks red and irritated, and I’m seeing some little bumps in there as well. Looks to me like strep throat. I’m going to run a test just to be sure and then we can get you some antibiotics.”

“Okay.”

She pulled out that dreadful popsicle stick.

“Open wide for me please.”

He did as he was told, as she placed the popsicle stick into his mouth towards the back of his mouth making him gag. Luckily it was quick.

“Alrighty. I’ll be back in about 10-15 minutes with your results.”, she said,before leaving the room.

He hadn’t felt nauseous since he threw up before, but the gagging brought it all back. He pressed the back of his fist against his mouth.

“Are you gonna throw up?”

Jeongin urgently nodded his head yes and Chan scurried to find a trash bin in the little room before holding it under Innie’s mouth.

Just in time, as Jeongin immediately retched, sending up a fountain of some vomit but mostly bile. Chan winced, trying to hide his disgust. After sometime of I.N. dry heaving over the bin, Chan said, “Innie, I don’t think you’ve got anything left to bring up.”

He got no response from Jeongin but a pained whimper.

Chan felt awful for the sick boy, especially since he would probably still have to perform tonight.

The nurse came back in, confirming that yes, he did in fact have strep throat. She prescribed some antibiotics and sent them on their way. They picked them up from the pharmacy on the way home and Jeongin immediately took his first dose.

Once they got home, they explained the diagnosis to the boys who had all nervously waited by the couch for their baby bread to get home. It appeared they had set up the couch for I.N. to stay there. there were pillows and blankets, a warm mug of tea, and his favorite snacks.

Once he was asleep on the coach the boys all looked to Chan for the plan.

“Okay.” He whispered. “Innie has strep throat. But since he’s already taken a sick day, and tonight’s performance is very important, I doubt he’ll be able to miss.”

“So what do we do?” Hyunjin said, matching Chan’s whispering.

“I’ll call our manager and we can get this figured out. Only thing we can do is make sure he’s resting well while he can.”

With that, Chan split off to his room to phone their manager. They agreed that Jeongin would still have to perform as Chan had predicted, especially since he already is taking antibiotics. However, he would be allowed to lip sync, and would not sit in the audience to watch the other performers, instead being driven back home. Chan wished there was a better option, but unfortunately, there was no other choice. When he broke the news to Jeongin he would still be performing, his heart shattered as he watched slow tears roll down his dongsaengs cheeks.

As the dreadful performance approached, they started heading to the venue and getting their hair and makeup done. Even their stylists could tell I.N. was sick. The antibiotics had been working well, but not that as well as they had hoped. His skin remained pale and clammy, and his fever was still moderate. He regained some strength however, and seemed fit enough to merely dance and lip sync along. With the help of some very good quality makeup and skilled styling, they managed to masked the sickly appearance of the maknae, he looked almost completely healthy.

He was really nervous before they went onstage. He worried he would mess up the whole stage in front of pretty much the whole kpop industry. After a quick pep talk from Chan, he calmed down just enough and they went out on stage to get in position. Once the music started, his muscle memory and adrenaline kicked in and the performance went off without a hitch. Well.. Almost without a hitch. There was few instances where Jeongin forgot to lip sync along to the track. But surely no one noticed. Right?

He exited stage, so ready to go home. The rest of the group scurried off to get to their seats to watch the next performance. I.N. however, got his stuff together and headed out to the car after saying a quick goodbye to his group mates. He got into the car, his phone buzzing in his pocket. He took it out and checked what all the fuss was about.

It was coming from a post about their MAMA performance.

Seungminsbuttcheek69

Jeongin forgot to lipsync at 2:57. How lazy. The choreo wasn’t even hard at that part.

btsandskzstan420

He’s so untalented

kpopstansforeva7

Everyone else is obviously actually singing and he’s literally got the easiest part.

stayforchristmas00

He should kill himself

weinertimedistrictnine9

I’ll do the killing for him. Won’t miss him anyway.

Comment after comment sending him as much hate as possible. He checked every app, even bubble. There was no app where he was safe from the hate. Comments on his latest instagram post. Comments on Fan Cams from past comebacks. Comments on posts from other members. Everywhere.

He went inside, unsure what to do with himself. He got in the shower, letting the sticky sweat wash off. He washed his hair and body, and when he was finished, he didn’t want to leave the warm water. He sunk down to the shower floor. Tears flowed down his cheeks, mixing with the water running off his head. He felt the water rushing over his body as he sat there.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been till he heard a knock at the door.

“Innie, you almost done in there? We just got back and we all need to shower.” the deep voice said on the other side of the door. There was no response in return.

“Innie?”

…

“Innie? Are you there? I’m coming in.”

Felix unlocked the door with a coin, a trick he learned from his sister.

The bathroom was full of steam from how hot the shower was. He pulled the shower curtain back, revealing a very sad Jeongin crouched on the ground as the water poured down on his head.

“What’s the matter? Still not feeling well?” He said sitting on the closed toilet seat.

“No. Well.. yeah.. but that’s not it.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… Look at your phone. The comments and stuff.” IN tried to explain, getting choked up again.

When Felix saw the comments, his heart sank.

“Oh my gosh Innie. These are awful. I’m so sorry. We’re going to get this sorted out right away.”

Jeongin simply nodded in response.

“Now, time for you to get out of this hot shower. This can’t be good for you when you’re sick. And you’ve clearly been in there for a while, your hands are pruney. Come out to the living room once you’re dressed so we can talk to Minho okay?”

Felix whinced when he heard a painful sounding cough behind him as he left the bathroom.

In the living room, the half of the group sat on the couch, Minho in the armchair.

“It’s not fair! You’re sick! You don’t usually lip sync, at least you performed at all! These people are awful.” Minho said, clearly very frustrated, especially seeing Jeongin pale sad face as it rested on Seungmin’s lap.

“Those people are not stays. No one gets to talk to anyone like that, even behind a screen.” Seungmin said.

“Okay okay. Let’s not flip our lids here.” Felix said. He hoped that Lee Know would’ve been the sensible one here, but he was seemingly too pissed for that.

“I’m gonna phone our manager. See if we can have an announcement about your health with an explanation of the lip syncing. Okay Jeongin?” He gave a small nod, eyes falling closed as he fell asleep, still listening in on the conversation.

“Hello?”

“Hi. It’s Felix. I just wanted to see if we could put something out about I.N.? About his health and all. Not to mention the lip syncing thing.”

“You can’t just put something out about it? To clear things up?”

“But he’s really upset about it and-“

beeeeep

Their manager had hung up.

“What the fuck was that” Minho said.

“They won’t do anything.”

“Are you kidding me? Why not??”, Seungmin said quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping I.N. on his lap.

“Something about making the company look bad. Not taking care of their idols and making him perform today regardless of his condition.”

“That’s not Jeongin’s fault, and they WERE being neglectful making him go on. If they get bad press they deserve it!”, Minho whisper yelled, standing up from his chair.

“Fuck this. If the company won’t do anything, I will.”

He walked to his room and closed the door.

A couple minutes later they got a notification about Lee Know being live. They were surprised at how calm he looked now.

“Hi guys!” There was a few greetings before the first comment about I.N. popped up.

“Innie has been sick the past day or two. He’s getting better now that he has antibiotics. His throat hurts like crazy, ESPECIALLY TO TALK OR SING, which is the main issue…”

And then he continued the live like any other. He did it. The company was sure to be mad, but at least the fans could understand and stop sending I.N. hate.

“Don’t listen to comments like that though, okay Innie? They don’t mean it. They don’t even know you.” Felix said, to the half awake maknae.

— was it worth the wait guys? I tried some angst with this one, idk how i feel about it. hope you guys like it though.

🫶

#skz sickfic #stray kids sickfic #kpop sickfic #skz emeto

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softmick · 2 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday - The Self Care Edition 🤗

Name: meagan

Age: 34

What kind of day is it? I woke up at 11:30 and went right to the couch so… ya know.

When was the last time you ate? I had a cookie a few hours ago.

About how many hours of sleep did you get? 10ish?

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: Drink some more water, take some aspirin, masturbate, and shower.

Why are you not doing that thing? I’ll probably do the first two soon.

What are you going to do tonight to relax? Smoke and play video games?

What comfort food do you not eat often enough? 🍝

What's stopping you? Rn? I had a late lunch. In general? I don’t go to the store very often.

Have you ever had a professional massage? A few times.

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? One - lettuce.

How much water have you had today? 2 glasses?

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? I’ve been thinking about getting a smart watch and setting a billion alarms for meds and food and activities and chores but 🤷🏻

What is your favourite healthy snack? I don’t think it’s useful to categorize food as good/bad or healthy/unhealthy.

What is your favourite unhealthy snack? My favorite snacks rn are popcorn and hard fruity candies I can suck…

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? Moving. Dancing, maybe.

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: You’re still worthy when you aren’t productive.

thanks for tagging me, Kat @mybrainismelted and Deanna @deedala

i’m tagging @astaraels @swiftfootedachilles @krysmiss @sam-loves-seb if you wanna. no pressure :)

#hi #tag games

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storiesofstratos · 7 months

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Chapter 2: After School Special

Our heroes grab a slice after school-

School was over before I knew it. I was out the door just as soon as I'd grabbed my stuff from my locker. Hopping on my scooter, I made my way quick over to Leo's. Inside the pizzeria, my two friends had already found a table, where I quickly made my way over to. I could already smell the pizza they'd ordered. A simple pepperoni pizza was more than enough to lift my spirits after a long day at school.

“I’m telling you dude,” Jack’s voice was the first I heard. “The Jets are gonna take this season, I just know it.” His fluffy brown hair swayed slightly in the autumn wind, and I noticed him brushing it out of his hazel eyes so he could get a better view of Daniel.

“The Jets?” Daniel sounded surprised and almost offended. I didn’t know much about sports, but it was fun to listen to them get heated about it from time to time. It usually entertained me for an hour or two. “Dude, what are you on about? They’re playing like absolute ass this season. Now the Comets, they’re crushing it. They sweep the Jets easy.”

“Now listen here, you little shit,” Uh oh. Daniel made the fatal flaw of insulting Jack’s team. I wish I had popcorn. “Those are fighting words-”

I cleared my throat to get their attention. “Guys,” I spoke after they finally acknowledged my presence, grabbing myself a slice off the tray. “Am I going to the junkyard by myself tomorrow, or not? Neither of you answered my text last night, and I could probably use the extra hands.”

“Are you still working on that bike?” Daniel asked, a perplexed look filling his emerald green eyes.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure she finished that last week,” Jack answered for me. Well that was something, I didn’t think he paid that much attention. “You’re working on a new project, right? Your little robot thing?”

“It’s not a little robot thing,” I corrected him. “It’s an automated buddy, it can keep track of dates and important events for me, set alarms, and remind me to, well, eat,” I let out a sheepish chuckle as I rubbed the back of my neck. “That, and drink water.”

“Oh, good. Maybe I won’t find you passed out in your garage again,” Jack took a stab at me with his words, causing me to want to duck my head away slightly in shame.

“It was only the one time.”

“That’s one time too many.”

I cleared my throat. “Anyway! Junkyard, tomorrow, after school, you guys in? I could really use the help!”

Jack blinked, letting out a sigh before he answered. “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on tomorrow.”

Daniel was a little more enthusiastic with his reply. “Yeah! That sounds like a lot of fun, I’m totally in!” I had a feeling he would be in. He loved that place almost as much as I did, even if he didn’t go there for spare parts.

“Awesome! Then, do we wanna hit up the arcade tonight?”

Daniel backed away slightly at my offer. “Ahh, actually, I gotta get moving. It’s my turn to cook dinner tonight, mom’s working late so it’ll just be me and Elise tonight.”

“Oh, does she wanna come?” Jack tried once again to extend an invitation. It was true Daniel’s mother worked late a lot. Doctors usually did though.

“Ah, no, probably not. I promised her I’d make her favorite tonight, so she’s probably looking forward to it. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she’s at home already. I gotta hit up the store on the way home,” He stepped away from the table, waving at us before turning and running off. “I’ll catch you guys tomorrow!”

I smiled and returned his wave, watching him slowly disappear into the distance. “Guess it’s just you and me,” My eyes drifted over to Jack, “Bet I can beat you at DDR.”

“Ha. You are so on,” He shoved me playfully before running off toward the arcade, laughing.

“Bastard!” I yelled out after him, chasing him toward the arcade.

#Hero's Dawn Arc #Nico POV

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nic-mharta · 1 year

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Just a little more Potential for 2023

Every so often the latest version of this comes around on my dash, and gives me a great reminder to check in on myself and my habits. It started with @shrinkingblonde's “Full Potential Challenge”: a list of self-care checkpoints for every day, broken down by morning, afternoon and evening. Alas, working on that many habits at once woke my “Monster From The Id”’, who immediately panicked. The Monster thinks that, given that my current bad self-care habits correlate with being currently alive, the best chance of staying alive is to change nothing. The Monster isn’t very bright, but it’s powerful.

So I made a minimal list, and took as long as it took to change (three years!), and I made some nice new habits! A year ago I rebooted with three new habits to work on (and seven established habits to maintain). And I’m doing pretty well, but life is throwing me some curve balls. And it’s a nice new ecclesiastic year, so I’m going to see what habits I can refresh, rebuild, or adopt between now and Lent. And we’ll see how that goes!

EVERY MORNING

Stretch. First thing. Really give your body enough time to wake up. Touch your toes. Roll out your shoulders. Do not hit snooze! (Doing okay!)

Brush your teeth and floss. (Doing great!)

Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!! (Why is this so hard?)

Cleanse and moisturize your skin and do at least minimal makeup (Was doing okay; needs a bit of a reboot!)

Now until Lent: Morning prayer was doing okay while I was doing part-time volunteer work. Having an office job is getting in the way of my prayer life. I need to figure out some creative way to maintain a healthy prayer life in a busy schedule. I’m open to suggestions.

EVERY AFTERNOON

Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!! (See above!)

Be friendly to friends and strangers. A smile goes a long way. (Doing great!)

Now until Lent: Walk once around the industrial park at lunchtime. Maybe pray while walking? I’ll need to get into work a little earlier, hence get up a little earlier, hence go to bed a little earlier, to make this work and still get in 8 hours at the office and still be home in time for my tutoring job.

EVERY EVENING

mentally review what needs to be done tomorrow, and identify (or find a way to insert) something fun. (doing okay-ish)

Brush, floss, cleanse, moisturize (how do you get waterproof mascara off, anyway?). (doing okay-ish)

Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!! (See above!)

Crawl into bed at least 7 hours before the alarm is set for.

Now until Lent: Eat and drink lightly and stop well before bedtime to avoid reflux.

EVERY WEEKEND (yeah, this whole routine needs work!)

Drink water. Drink water. Drink water. Drink water!!!!!

Choose, iron, find, wash, lay out -- whatever it takes -- clothes for the coming week.

Sew something for myself, or bake something fancy for fun

Track your progress.

#90dtg #NowUntilLent

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jadefitzpatrick · 2 years

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My “how to feel like your best self” tips

Go to bed and wake up early.

Some things I do to try and sleep early are; reading a book around 8:30-9:00pm, drink some hot chamomile tea, and meditation. Don’t stay on your phone scrolling for ages, there’s no point in doing that. Set your alarm the night before for the time you know that you’ll wake up. If you feel like you need extra rest, then make it a little later. It’s best to be in a sleep/wake routine though, so try and rise and rest at the same times.

Eat food with nutritional value

We are energy and we need to ensure we sustain ourselves. I feel best when I have some fruit in the morning, nothing major in the morning because usually I don’t feel like eating. Having a fruit salad and some eggs with a green tea, or a glass of water makes me feel really good in the morning. If you lead a busy lifestyle, I would suggest meal prepping to make your life a little easier in the morning and reduce the stress of thinking about what you’re going to eat and having to make your breakfast and lunch before heading out the door. I’ll do a separate post on some great meal ideas that I have which are healthy, nutritious and delicious.

Get outside and get some sun

I don’t think we realise how important it is to get sunlight and to walk. Walking is one of the best things you can do for your body. Are you bored? Go for a walk. Are you hungry? Go for a walk to the nearest restaurant. Going to the gym? Walk there. Have a pet? Take it for a walk. Walk whenever you feel like you have nothing to do and get outside. It’s the best thing for you. Your mood will be lifted from being outside, being in the sun, seeing people you don’t usually see, hearing nature all around you. Get out there, it’s beautiful!

Listen to yourself

If you’re feeling tired and stressed, try and stop in the moment and take a breather. Listen to your mind and your body. What does it need? What’s it telling you? Connect with yourself more in stillness and try not to always be so busy filling your life with meaningless tasks. Try and stay as calm as you can. Stress is so bad for our nervous systems and our physical health. Stress can cause so many diseases and implications. Just get some r&r as much as you can; you don’t always have to be doing something - find enjoyment in doing nothing.

Find a hobby

It can be making TikTok’s, painting, gardening, reading, learning a new language, making video diaries, scrapbooking, hiking, writing food reviews, learn a new skill, start cooking new recipes you’ve never tried before and make your own cookbook, start a podcast, a blog, flip furniture, make jewellery; do anything that is creative and gets you into joy mode. Learning something new is a great way to build self confidence.

Have pride in yourself

I always feel my best when I have presented myself in the best way possible. Now remember, you do not always have to go out looking like you’re going to a red carpet event. I will go out in a tracksuit most days if I go to the grocery store or am running errands, but I always make sure my hair is brushed, put up in a cute ponytail or slicked back bun, I’m moisturised, I smell good, and I look organised. It’s just a fact that when you make effort into your appearance, you’re going to look and feel better. Getting all dressed up always makes me feel so beautiful, do it and enjoy it. Don’t worry about being over dressed, just show up and show out!

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parknights · 2 years

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Parknight imagines, miscellany 3: kissing in the rain

Summer has been far too unforgiving.

Knight's got a report pulled up on her computer's screen, but honestly? She can't concentrate because everything's hazy because it's too damn hot, even indoors! The current heatwave in D.C. seems unending and there's no escape, even indoors with the AC cranked up all the way. There hasn't been a peep from anyone working in the Budget or Facilities offices about keeping the AC running the whole time, either—things are that bad.

Also, there's neither hide nor hair of a blazer or tie in the office these days. Knight might recommend a switch to casual, the way the Hawaii office runs or she's heard the LA Special Ops office operates. She and Torres already have the t-shirts part down, and Parker and McGee gave up their blazers a few days ago when the mid-90s came to stay. The only thing she doesn't get is…

"How the hell can you still be drinking hot coffee right now?" she asks McGee, giving up on staring at her screen any longer.

Two other sets of eyes in the bullpen land on him, too, and McGee glances at them in turn. "This?" he says as he lowers his travel cup. "I, uh, just…" He frowns. "I'm trying, okay? It's not easy. Gibbs somehow always managed to drink this stuff year-round, but." His frown deepens. "I don't think a single one of us ever figured out how it keeps him cool in the summer. Ziva said it sort of made sense to her—"

"Ziva is from freaking Israel, where it's always summer, Tim," Torres groans. "She and Gibbs both are some kind of superhuman," he continues in hyperbole. "South of the border, we do the sane thing: drink water and eat ice-cream."

That's what plenty of people do, although the mention of something sweet and frozen sends Knight's eyes to her left. Her eyes briefly meet Parker's, and he offers her a small smile. It's not an ice-cream date, but his sweetness will have to hold her…

… …honestly, though, how are they supposed to work in these conditions? Knight pulls up a tab in her window, searching for the forecast, wishing for rain.

There's nothing but sunny skies for the next week.

Knight bites back a curse—

Suddenly, the fire alarms in NCIS go off, a split-second before the sprinklers do. McGee jumps to his feet as if electrocuted and starts yelping at everyone to shut things down and throw whatever cover they have, preferably waterproof, over equipment. Someone from Maintenance comes running up the stairs to alert their floor that, sorry, there isn't a fire, it's just the system tripping from the high temperatures and something faulty going off. The activity in the office doesn't stop, but it slows down a little once everyone realizes they're all just waterlogged (but no longer overheated) workers in the same metaphorical boat.

The artificial rain continues, and everyone's still concerned with evacuating in light of the water damage. Torres turns McGee away from the disastrous scene that is the bullpen, and they exit with the main throng of fellow agents. "I think I'll go relay Maintenance's announcement to anyone who missed it," Parker tells Knight when he gestures in the direction opposite the stairs, back towards the interview rooms and smaller offices.

"It'll be faster with two of us," Knight states, and she falls into step with him, acknowledging that he does have a point…

…but she and Parker check a few rooms, all empty, before she feels his hand slide down her left wrist when the reach the end of the hallway. She smiles as Parker gently spins her to face him, and Knight turns that smile in towards his palm when he reaches up with his other hand to brush back some soaked locks from her face. Then she leans up and forward, turning faulty sprinklers into an opportunity and kissing Parker.

Parker's mind must've gone right there once they knew there was no emergency, because he threads his fingers through her hair and keeps going, wanting more even when Knight chuckles against his lips, pausing for breath. "Can you blame me for being greedy?" he asks. A second later, the sprinklers shut off. He huffs, red-faced.

Knight laughs and rests her forehead against his scruffy chin. "No…but if we idle, the others are going to wonder if we ever made it out of here, even for a pseudo-emergency."

"Fair enough," he concedes, and he leads her by the hand to the nearest stairwell, reluctant to let her go even once there.

-follow for more imagines & Parknight content-

#ncis #parknight #knight x parker #parker x knight #jessica knight #alden parker #imagine

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