#alien stage till x reader
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"i like you, i like you, i like you!"
show: alien stage
characters: till, ivan, luka
summary: in an attempt to make the new season of alien stage even more riveting, the pr team has decided to stage a relationship between you and one of the other contestants. despite it all being for show, can you two really keep it strictly business?
warnings: g/n! reader,, fake dating lmao, till has never seen someone else's back before, LUKA IS 30-YEARS-OLD????, you two share a room in till and ivan's, luka is condescending in his
↣ till
flashing lights from cameras and yells to 'look over here' are tiring to you now. while you were accustomed to it, being a model and all, you found this limelight to be much different. 'alien stage' wasn't like your job. and your guardian seemed far less hesitant to sign away your life than you would've hoped.
you hooked your arm around till's, standing in front of the back drop with 'alien stage' written in patterns on it. your 'boyfriend' was never one for this kind of thing, whereas it was your specialty. putting on a gentle smile and standing still for the audience was all you were made out to be. till couldn't help but squirm beside you, hands in his pockets and his face scrunched up in irritation.
"this freakin' sucks." he grumbles to you as more yells go out to you two and the other contestants.
"we'll be back in our rooms in a few minutes." you retort, not sparing at look at him. you only slide your arm to rest against his hip, pulling him taut against your side.
he squeaks, feeling his face heat up at the touch. but at the empty look in your eyes and the faux smile, he groans, placing his own arm around your shoulders lazily.
a reporter begs you forward, and one of the pr managers nods at you. you sigh softly, leading till towards them. they speak in a different tongue, and the tablet they provide give you real-time translations, showing up in holograms. a camera is shoved into your face and till scoffs, pushing it further from him.
"how long have you two been together for?"
"four months." you respond, brain reading off a script. you look to till, who suddenly looks back at you. your smile is superficial, but you hold his arm with urgency. "isn't that right?"
"yeah." he replies shortly.
"how have you been encouraging each other for this season?"
"we practice every day together." you say, tilting your head a little. your signature smile earns some more camera flashes. till can barely see, making his cover his vision with a hiss.
"any fear that you two might be facing each other?"
you freeze up for a moment, swallowing your nerves. you're running through every line possible, what was the answer? did you remember what you needed to say? why were you now drawing a blank? "well, thats—"
till drags you by your arm, taking you way from the reporter before scoffing out, "not a chance."
the walk down the carpet, behind mizu, sua and ivan, consisted of more flashes and calls. you don't answer them, only walking beside till and grinning at every reporter you see. this brand deal with some few names depended on you. meanwhile, till was showing them all his index finger, mouthing curse words at everyone who looked his way.
you have your arm around his waist again, and he wraps his around your shoulder. you look to him for a split second to see him already looking at you.
the doors close behind you two as you enter your shared room. two beds, two bathrooms, pretty much two different bedrooms, just meshed into one. till's one is to the left, and he flops onto it, not even bothering to rid himself of his clothes. you, on the other hand, open your closet.
"thanks." you say, breaking the silence as you unbutton your top.
till lifts his head to see you facing your closet instead of him. the sight of your bare back makes his face the ceiling again, red face. you don't notice, instead continuing to change into comfortable clothes.
"it's nothin'." he retorts, hands behind his head as he rests on his bed. you let out a hum, pulling a shirt over your head to cover your stomach. he finally looks back to you. "you don't get tired of all these questions, or do you just like hearing your own voice?"
he's been like this ever since you were little, teasing you and all. while you entertained him, teasing him back, you grew older and soon lost that part of you when you were adopted into the real world. till would rarely see you after that, only on billboards. it would be a lie to say that one of the few reasons he didn't oppose to joining alien stage is to see you again.
he doesn't know whether you feel the same about him. he can't tell from the way you act with him in public, all clingy and happy, compared to how you are in private. have you always been this distant?
"of course i get tired." you reply, changing into your sweatpants. your head hurts. "but they think it's better if i talk than if you do."
"tch." he clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes as you close your closet door, "whatever..."
you go quiet again, rubbing your face, as you hear till get up from his bed. you continue to get ready for bed and you assume he's going to change his clothes and do the same as he ruffles through his closet. but after a few seconds you come back into the room, he's laying on your bed, resting his head upon your pillow. you look to him as you turn off the bathroom light.
"what? 's cold." he's wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts.
"right." you scoff, shaking your head. you blink at him, slight smile on your lips with upturned brows. he furrows his own brows and pout his lips as he turns to the wall. your stupid face...
you turn off the lights to your shared room, sliding into the bed. you can hear till's breathing and how he swallows his nerves. his back is nearly touching your shoulder. it wasn't a small bed, a queen size, but till was laying right in the middle and you didn't like being right against the edge. you face the ceiling, listening to him.
he doesn't know what to do. he's slept in your bed with you before. it always feels the same; it's always awkward. this is the closest he ever gets to you.
till is more than surprised when he feels your hands snake around his waist, pulling yourself to mold against him. your warm transfers to his back and your legs nudge against his. with your head against his shoulder, he's sure that you can hear his pacing heart.
"are you still cold?" you question, breath hitting the back of his neck. he shivers in your arms, making you hold him a little more taut against him. "i, uh... i don't want you to get sick."
"n—no." he stammers, breathing heavier. he's staring into the faded outline of the bedside table with your lamp and your headphones, trying to calm his heart. "thank you. you feel nice."
"really?" you hum out, hair tickling his neck. your lips brush against his skin at how close you are to him.
he shivers again and he mutters out, "sh—shut up! go to sleep!"
you go quiet after that, and till almost believes you listened to him. but your sudden movement to sit up behind him makes him turn his head to face you. except he catches the outline of your face, leaning close to his own. he has no time to react before you're pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
he's still, unable to move at how close you are to him. your chest is pressed against his, hand on the other side of the bed. till holds his breath, eyes wide as you barely kiss him.
when you pull away, he's staring at your figure. he doesn't know how you really feel, but maybe it's similar to how he does. before you can say anything, till's arms are wrapping around your neck and pulling you down.
you lay on your side, facing till and he hugs you to his chest. he's on his side as well, nose buried in your hair as he squeezes his eyes shut. due to your position, you can hear his heartbeat pumping as fast as it can. you chuckle, pulling your arms around him and feeling him shiver.
you chuckle, hugging him again, "goodnight, till."
"night, y/n." he sighs out. you were too much.
↣ ivan
"another photoshoot?" you sigh, looking away from the city-scape in your window. ivan, with his arms crossed against the wall, nods his head. you roll your eyes, eyes to the window again. "i'm not going."
"there's no debate." he retorts, shaking his head. he lifts himself from his position, moving to the clothes set on your separate beds. unzipping the bag, he sees the dark red material inside. this was just for the public view, not for the shoot itself. still, it was so... 'out there'.
you look at him, knit brows. "are you being serious?"
"you better hurry, we have to be at makeup in thirty minutes." he tells you, unbuttoning his collared shirt, "you don't want them to drag you out, do you?"
you click your tongue, getting up from your chair and marching towards your bed. ivan followed your movements with his eyes, turning to see you still annoyed as you roughly open the clothes. "stupid brand deals... why are you so freakin' popular, ivan?"
he sighs at your question, looking at you with pointed eyes, "you always complain."
you glare back at him before you both turn around and start changing. it's not long before you're ready and you have to be escorted by the guards to your photoshoot with some new designer brand. the ride down in the glass elevator shows you the crowd outside waiting for your arrival. the guards in front of you shield you from the flashes as soon as you land on your floor and walk outside.
ivan holds his head up high, showing a soft smile and waves at the fans and paparazzi. he wasn't afraid of the fame, it was just a product of how hard work. glancing down at you, he sees how you glare at the floor, clutching at the fabric around your wrist.
he internally groans, slipping a hand through yours and tugging you to stand closer to him. you make a small noise, bumping shoulders with him. "just relax." he whispers to you, giving you a smile that makes you feel a bit belittled, "we'll be in our ride soon. smile."
you glare at him a little before squeezing his hand, turning to the cameras and giving your most comfortable smile possible right now. with both you and ivan showing off your faces, the flashes doubled. it blinds you, and you're almost thankful for the car taking you to your photoshoot as it separates you from the public.
"ugh." you grunt, rubbing your eyes after dropping ivan's hand, "i'm gonna' lose my sight. i'm... i'm actually crying from how bright their lights are."
he glances at you, leaning his arm against the window. you were literally tearing up from the bright lights. ivan raises a brow before reaching forward towards you with his free hand.
"you're fine, stop whining." he huffs, brushing your tears with his thumb. he begs you to look at him, fingers guiding your chin to face him. you drop your own hands from your face, showing your irritated face. "don't look at me like that."
"i'm not doing anything." you claim with the same expression, letting him hold your face in his hand now. he was somewhat warm, even with the gloves he was wearing.
"right." he hums to you, bringing you closer. you let out a scoff as you shift closer to him, one hand grasping at his wrist and the other pressed against the cushion of the seat. your loose hold on him doesn’t do much.
ivan can feel your cheeks heat up under his touch, but your annoyed look stays. “don’t ruin your pretty face like that.”
you blink at him before pulling away, clicking your tongue, “shut your mouth.”
he watches as you face the window, crossed arms. it was cute how you played this act no matter what. ivan knows when people like him, it’s a skill he had acquired from being so popular. and he knows that you don’t hate him.
when getting into the photoshoot, ivan walks in front of you, having been here a thousand times before. the other individuals of all different space races stop to stare at you. ivan’s partner. you’ve never had a photoshoot done before.
you hold into the edge of ivan’s sleeve, walking close with him. you look around at everyone, accidentally bumping into ivan’s back for the lack of attention you were paying. he’s talking to who is probably the director, explaining to him what was going to happen. you understand very little, but you hear your name and suddenly feel another hand on your elbow.
“ivan.” you mutter out, now clutching onto his hand tightly. he looks back to you and the stylist asking you to come along. you look scared, not wanting to go alone.
he talks to the director for a moment before nodding at you. “let’s go. we have an hour before the shoot begins.” he says, holding your hand gently and leading you to the change rooms.
you are given your outfit not long after, the stylist setting up a divider so you can have privacy. ivan sits on the sofa on the other side, leg over his knee and an arm resting on the back of the couch as he waits for you.
when he hears you stop shuffling around, he listens closely. “ivan…?” you call quietly.
“i’m here.” he retorts. he watches as you step out from the divider and show your outfit. it fit you nicely, you looked breath-taking, yet you stand there nervously. he stands, clearing his throat and walking over to you. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he finds himself staring. “it looks good.”
you look at yourself in the mirror. “i don’t know.”
he stands behind you, peering at your expression in the mirror. “you look amazing.”
you stare at him for a moment before you sigh, “okay. you can go ahead—“
ivan presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling away slowly. he doesn't know what came over him, he's never acted out like this. but you were just so captivating in that moment, how could he not kiss you?
you seem just surprised as he feels. you turn to face him, palm resting against where he kissed you.
“ivan—!” you mumble out, your face unbearably hot. he smiles a little before the stylist and makeup artist come in.
they talk with ivan for a moment before handing him his outfit and gesturing to the divider. he gives you a nod before you are whisked away to a joint room, where your makeup would be done.
your eyes never leave ivan, not until he goes behind the divider. and now you have to sit and get your makeup done while your mind is running.
↣ luka
he loves the attention he got on stage. the way his singing was appreciated was like nothing he had ever gotten. the press was always on luka, being a past alien stage winner. and since you were assigned as his partner, that meant all eyes were on you too.
you knew who he was, he was all over the billboards and the tv back at home. you were surprised when you saw him in real life, and even more-so when you found out that you were going to be his 'partner' in order to up the popularity in alien stage's new season.
sure, you had your fair share of popularity as well, but did that really make you the best candidate for this task? at first you were afraid of messing it up, but now? you wish they would fire you.
"singing is everything, y/n." luka says to you, watching as you put the mic back on its stand.
the stadium is nearly empty, which is perfect for you and luka as it was time for the both of you to practice and the stage was the best place. however, you despised the camera crew that had to come along. luka was in the middle of filming this documentary based off the behind the scenes of his shows. since alien stage was his most recent, and you happened to have struck a deal with the producers, that meant you were also going to be in this.
you glance at the camera as it zooms in on luka, sitting in the chair directly in front of the stage. he continues on, "you need to practice those runs, sweet thing. we don't want to be pitchy, now, do we?"
you want to throw the mic stand at his stupid face. he was so condescending, showing off his fake smile as if to lighten the blow of saying you were 'pitchy'. you click your tongue, masking your irritation with a nod of your head.
"good." he replies, clapping his hand, "now, shall we take it from the top?"
you internally groan at him. he had made you run through the song three times already, and it wasn't dwelling well on you. "why don't you start practicing, luka? my voice is about to give out." you offer, rubbing your throat.
he thinks for a moment before looking to the camera. "i suppose i can show off a little now." he sends a wink, as if to swoon anyone watching. you roll your eyes and head off the stage.
the camera pans to the both of you in the single frame. luka hands you your drink bottle, standing from the seat and allowing you to rest on it. as you sit down, you stretch your neck, closing your eyes.
luka reaches a hand around and cradles the back of your head. it's supposed to be comforting, but the feeling of the camera on you makes it the opposite. he has this dazed look in his eyes when he stares at you. a few seconds later, he seems to snap back to reality, opting to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead. "rest up, my star."
you watch as he gets up on the stage, fixing the microphone to his height. luka begins his warm-ups and vocal runs, and the camera suddenly turns to you.
"what do you have to say about luka's singing?" the director asks you.
"he's talented for sure." you respond, opening your drink bottle, "he knows what he's good at and excels at it. luka's got a beautiful singing voice and he uses it very well. like his falsetto, not many male contestants can hit his notes comfortably. he uses that to his advantage."
the camera lingers on you as you turn back to luka, who has started his music up.
it was all from a script, luka had given you clear instructions to say those things. you were hesitant at first, thinking you should be honest, but after seeing how strict it was that luka have a good reputation, you decided it was best just to listen to him. in return, he said he would hold back on the passive-aggressiveness. that seemed like a lie now.
an hour or so later, the others leave, claiming that they had more than enough footage for the day. it was good to leave you two alone to practice, not having to act with the cameras up.
you sit on the edge of the stage, utterly exhausted with your legs dangling on the edge. your drink bottle is beside you, and you gulp the rest of it down. luka stretches his back as he stands up from the chair, letting out a sigh of relief.
"well done, maybe you have a chance of winning this." he claims, walking towards you, "don't worry, just do your best, lovely."
he comes to stand in between your legs, hands on top of both of your knees. you glance at him finally, raising a brow. he was being somewhat nice to you, despite there being no cameras on around you. you give one last look around the stadium. "y'know there's no cameras. you can drop it."
luka grins, tilting his head. "i'm not acting, good-looking. you don't think i'm telling the truth?"
the smile he has on his face tells you the opposite. he has that look on his face when he's playing around or when he's trying to seem like a charmer to the audience. you've seen luka when he's not like this. you've seen him lash out, frustrated and on the brink of tears. and you've seem him in a way that just looks blank. this facade he carries around annoys you to the core, because you know nobody else has seen this side of him. they think he's a prince.
"you never compliment me out of the good of your heart." you reply, glaring at him a little. he raises a brow.
he holds your chin in his hand, bringing you closer to him. with a small grunt, you obey, furrowed brows. "such an adorable thing like you shouldn't be thinking that way." he claims, smiling at how annoyed you are, "i just love seeing you flustered."
you push his hand away from you, closing your eyes. "shut up, luka."
he doesn't reply to you which is odd. opening your eyes again, you see that he looks almost upset at what you say. at the kicked puppy expression, you go to apologise when luka suddenly leans forward, capturing your lips against his own.
you freeze up, blinking in surprise at his actions. you let his hand go and luka rests it against your neck, pulling you closer towards him. you ultimately melt against luka, reaching a hand to his chest and clutching his shirt. you begin to kiss back without thinking. his lips are cold, much like his fingers are, but with your warmth they heat up.
it lasts only a few seconds before he pulls away, letting go of your neck and resting his hand against yours on his chest. he sees your stunned expression and chuckles, "i'm sorry, love, am i too much for you to handle? you look the cutest when you're all confused like this."
you cover your face, all about embarrassed now. "luka...!"
he laughs some more, bringing you closer and cradling you against him as you sit on the stage. you're so humiliated, how could he catch you like that?
regardless, you slip your hands from between the two of you and hug his waist. while luka might play this game for the publicity and his reputation, you couldn't say the same. you hate to admit it, but in this world, it's nice to have someone who holds you like this. even if it is someone like luka.
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PIECE OF LOVE! — till ivan | alien stage.
till said he liked you, but he always looked at mizi whenever she walks past. maybe if he looked back, he would notice you. waiting, staring, wanting it to be your turn before you finally looked the other way.
content warning | character deaths, swearing, unrequited love, brief cannibalistic metaphors, love triangles, male reader but not mentioned (they/them prns).
till never looked at you, if he did (which is rare), it would be because of you talking to him just to get his attention. despite him saying he liked you when you both were young, he never gave you anymore attention once mizi arrived. till never talked to her, always expecting her to look back at him without asking her for it.
maybe that’s what you felt when someone you love is looking everywhere but you. you were always there for him, he knew too, always comforting him in his darkest times, praising him when he did a good job at his practice, making him gifts so he can be happy, but not once did he return it.
does he appreciate it? yes. returns your love? no.
till doesn’t know it but maybe if he looked back, he would see who was waiting for him all this time. it was only a matter of time before they turned away from him too when he finally looks back, and you were just waiting for you to eventually give up on him.
praying, wanting, needing for it to happen. if only things could be that easy, you would’ve been a lot more free. instead, you’re bounded to be hopeless forever, no matter how many times your alien owners tried to cheer you up. gifts, clothes, toys, stuff you needed to live until this day, it would never work.
it was until recently, at the rip age of 17, that you finally grew up and matured. turning around and living the life of a young star, your owners busting their asses for you to live a life of a celebrity. it felt good to finally be free, maybe you missed being chained down to till, after all, you still cared for him.
you wanted him to be apart of you, you still wanted him carnally, sinking your teeth into him, almost like you could smell his flesh from miles away. all that you concluded that you wanted to let go so bad, was that you still loved him.
till never looked at you.
“ [name]? “
ivan’s touch on your cheek woke you up, realizing you slept on a couch, uncomfortably so from the neck in your pain when you sat up. his black pupils that had a hint of red stared right back into yours as he kneeled infront of you while cradling your hands.
“ivan..?” you trailed off before realizing he won his match, making you softly smile, “congratulations.” ivan nodded back in acknowledgment before he stood up, pulling you up with him to bring you into a hug, putting your arms around him as you buried yourself in his neck. you were lucky ivan was here with you, loving you like till could never bring up the courage to do.
now, as you raise up your platform, dressed in white with the boy you once called yours beside you, a look of concern glistening in his eyes, wondering why you weren’t looking at him like you used too. all you were doing is staring at the ground, like you lost the will to win.
till never looked at you.
watching ivan die, just to save till with no regrets while giving him a goodbye kiss as he fell to ground made you realize something, ivan looked at both till and you, just to die for both of you. when he died, you died alongside him, now till has to go up against you.
till watched you walk up the stage, wanting to get this round over and down before he followed you like a lost dog. he never heard you sing before, he never listened to your rounds or music, he was too busy with his but once he heard you live, you sounded ethereal, pulling him into your downfall.
he didn’t notice that he was being your back up vocals before you grabbed his hand, mic just inches away from your lips, did he start his singing part. till noticed how dead your eyes looked, how cold your skin felt, and how you harshly let his hand drop yours grasp.
his eyes kept following your figure, noticing how smooth and soft your movements were, aswell as how soft your voice was being when you looked at him whenever he looked away from you. despite everything, you could never hate him.
you, who didn’t wish him harm.
you, who wished he looked back at you.
and you, who didn’t want to win.
because of that, you grabbed his wrist to pull him into a short kiss, pulling away until he pulled you back in, shocking you more than anything. a part of you wanted you to believe that he was only doing it because he missed mizi, that you were just filling in the role of her until he pulled away.
a sad smile on his face as his lips moved, saying words that you weren’t able to hear, there was a ringing in your ears, the scoreboard showing that you won. till managed to catch the look of disbelief when your eyes went back to him, he was glad that the glint in your eyes were back, just not the way he didn’t want it to come back.
the tight feeling on his neck disappeared, reaching up to grasp at it did he realize you placed it on yours. no, no! he’s already lost mizi, ivan, and now, you? it’s like the world didn’t want him to be happy with the amount of blood splattered on his hands.
your smile, and ivan’s smile will now haunt his dreams, watching your body collapse onto the ground next to him with your blood on his cheeks did he yell out of despair, cradling your body close to him as the crowd watched in disbelief.
till never looked at you.
he always did, whenever you weren’t looking in that case.
“i’m sorry for not loving you enough.”
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—I’d rather die in your arms than be taken away by the aliens . . .
alien stage various x reader
▸ IVAN with his half-lidded eyes as you falter on the cold, concrete of the ground. Breathing heavily, things were going too fast for him.
IVAN didn't want it to come to an end like this. You can't leave him like this as one of his most cherished friends, can you? He appears towards you, embracing you in his arms, gripping your skin tirelessly as it pours and smelt of red and a sharp steel scent.
Making a specific connection between you two wasn't the most beneficial idea; it had been planned only for the worst of implications, IVAN examines as your lifeless pupils flutter as sweat dribbles down your forehead. You didn't need to fight each other, yet now .. he’s left with nothing and anxiety as he lets go of you. As soon as IVAN left your cold corpse on the floor, the connection between you two slowly snapped.
all you knew was that you and IVAN could’ve had a better life, if all of this never happened.
▸ TILL bellows inside as you slowly recognize your fate. The blood you shed stained on his white clothing. As he let go of his instrument, he fell to his knees on the the surface; the stage was soiled with the blood of you, the surrounding monsters laughed as he screamed in agony.
TILL refused to acknowledge it, but he couldn't do anything concerning it. He'd almost lost Mizi, yet here you hold a position, reclining your head on his palms. Gripping your locks rigidly, your eyes concluded as you gently release your grasp on the microphone.
TILL did nothing except comfort the frigid stream of blood that was still leaking and sobbed in silence. Eyes unclear, tongue dried. and a distraught face. This was the way things were, and he had no alternative yet endure it. TILL scrunched his eyes shut, yearning for a response; nothing, no one attended to his pleas.
“Till..” you reached out with your ostensible voice, quiescent has only replied to you as TILL continued grieving. Now, being pulled by guards, he shouted your name as the aliens fed onto the pain.
▸ LUKA was uninfluenced, unbothered. No one else could elicit sympathy from him, but ancor in his eyes... with the exception of you. It was irritating with the Aliens having you each go against each other. And you, as his ‘significant other’, couldn’t even beg on your feet. He squints his eyes as he approaches near you.
LUKA sat down, cradling your unperturbed body, the tip of his fingers traveling downward towards your abdomen as crimson touched him. He cracked a grin delicately like a psychopath; he envisioned your body had been produced by the gods above (if there ever was..), yet so fragile.
LUKA grimaced, knowing that your ephemeral and pallid body had been discarded for the sheer pleasure of a world full of horrors. As he gazed down towards you, his hair smoothed your cheeks due to the fact he was too close. LUKA kisses your forehead; He will seek vindication on behalf of you. He will show what those vile, recalcitrant parasites have done to his..
lover .
@mittenss 2023 ; Alien Stage VIVINOS
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The way that: a MILGRAM FAN is also a ALIEN STAGE FAN, a alnst fan is necessarily a ORV FAN and also a LOST IN THE CLOUD FAN.
Like. HOW THE HELL ARE WE ALL IN THE SAME FANDOMS?!?
ALSO. stop. making. ivantill. and. kdj x yjh. side by side fanarts. I CANT TAKE IT.
#alien stage#milgram#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#kim dokja#yoo joonghyuk#kdj x yjh#ivantill#ivan#alnst till#STOP#pls
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HI HI<3
CAN I PLS REQUEST IVAN ,LUKA AND TILL WITH A S/O THAT'S ALWAYS HAPPY EVEN WHEN SHE GETS PUNISHED BY THE ALIENS AND THE ALIEN THAT OWNS HER . SHE'S IN DENIAL SO WHEN ANYONE ASKS HER ABOUT IT SHE SAYS '' ISN'T IT NORMAL FOR GUARDIANS TO PUNISH THEIR CHILDREN WHEN THEY MISBEHAVE , THEY ARE ONLY DOING THIS BCS THEY LOVE ME'' [SHE CALLS HER OWNER HER PARENT]
THIS IS ALL , LOVE YA<3
Tell me everything that you like ! ( Alienstage x fem! Reader)
-Tysm for requesting!! Luv u too <33
IVAN
“Ivan!” The girl screamed running towards her, in pure fright from her scream the black haired boy turned his attention and looked at the girl.
“Y/n” he smiled, “did ya miss me” she smiled once more, Ivan turned his attention towards the girls body for just a split second, she’d vanished for a moment after getting called by the pink alien who in this world owned owner ship towards her.
He quickly frowned once he noticed the amount of new bruises that had accumulated this time, “ Are you okay?” He questioned worried, “I guess so, but I think it was realllly upset this time” she cried staring at her hands.
“Do you want me to patch you up?” He questioned, if he didn’t know better he’d drag you, but the last time he did you cried because of how tightly he was holding you.
”there were a few minutes of silence, “Mmm..” she didn’t respond, “Y/n?” He diverted his attention to her face, “hey why are you smiling” he questioned again, “Why shouldn’t I?” She questioned back, “there were a few minutes of silence, “Mmm..” she didn’t respond, “Y/n?” He diverted his attention to her face, “hey why are you smiling” he questioned again, “Why shouldn’t I?” She questioned back.
“Obviously because you’re clearly injured you just got beaten didn’t you?” He questioned with slight anger, “I did but they probably did it for a reason no?.. If they think I deserve it then I probably do”.
Ivan held onto y/ns shoulders tightly and shakes them violently, “Are you in your right mind? Who told you they’re doing this because they love you they clearly don’t” she seethed still shaking the girl.
She didn’t respond she just continued smiling without a care of what just happened to her, “So you’re telling me, If I truly loved you I’d hit you then?” He replied to himself, she didn’t respond.
“Don’t just stare at me like that y/n respond for gods sake!” Ivan cried out, but he still wouldn’t get an answer this had happened many times he expected it. Yet it every time it will always frustrate him.
LUKA !
He’d encourage it without a second doubt he would, To him humans are pets made for aliens.
Precisely if you weren’t as obedient as you are you two wouldn’t even be together.
He would help with the healing but other than that he wouldn’t do much
TILL !
he’d be angry for many reasons, one he’d think your stupid for believing a blob could ever be close to your actual mother.
Two you actually calling it mother made him disgusted.
Of course he’d never say it to your face in fear of hurting your feelings, He just wants to protect you but he’s doing it all the wrong way.
He’d help with healing you and wouldn’t leave your side even if needed, He’d try to take the blame for you but it wouldn’t work either.
He’d much rather stick to your side instead of not having you by his side forever
This is so short I wrote this so late and I have other things to do so I hope u liked it <3333
#-Azuwritess#fanfic#alien stage x reader#ivan alien stage#luka alien stage#alien stage#till#ivan#vivinos#Ivan x reader#luka x reader#till x reader
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About me
Call me Al or Zi
I use he/him pronouns
I'll be using this to make fanfictions about Alnst (mostly Luka). But I don't mind writing some your ideas and requests.
But I'll only write Male/Gn readers.
Choose whichever character you like (minus the aliens)
And make sure it doesn't contain any weird things like Pedophilia,r@pe,etc unless it connects to reader's backstory.
I'll try to write smut, if I can still write it
Also it would be helpful when you guys request something, you add some additional details or some details about your idea so I can write it in a way y'all would like.
I'll write some of my own ideas here too.
That's all, byeee!
#alien stage#alnst#alien stage x male reader#alien stage x reader#alnst x reader#mizi x reader#alnst luka x male reader#alnst luka x reader#luka x reader#alnst mizi x reader#alnst mizi x male reader#ivan x reader#alnst ivan x reader#alnst ivan x male reader#sua x reader#alnst sua x reader#til x reader#alnst till x reader#alnst till x male reader
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older cat villain! reader just looks like zoya from ‘path to nowhere’ in my head (except more gender neutral so no boobies) or at least has the same vibe as her
might add her outfit to cv! reader alternate looks
pictures of zoya for reference
i have an old fanart of her too i remember, drawn around the same time i drew till from alien stage
god i miss ptn. might get back to it soon.
reminder that cv! reader looks however you like, this is just how i imagine them/my interpretation
now that i think about it this look can also work with a cv! reader who actually didn’t get help after jason died or has let go of their morals just to kill joker. like full on yan! reader x jason like they became a mafia/crime boss
readercest/selfcest looking so tempting rn
#cat villain reader#batfam imagines#batfamily#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagine#yandere fic#yandere core#batfam x reader#yandere batfam#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batfamily
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Can I request a till (from alien stage) x reader who is emotionally weak/damaged please 🥺 or just anything with till 🥺
what u think abiut the nmew song....... i liked it..............
You've been by Till's side since you were children, supporting him no matter what behind the scenes, but he always seemed to have his eyes gazing at someone else.
Ivan and you would sometimes glare at each other before brushing it off. Till too oblivious to notice, or well, he pretends to be oblivious.
After Mizi went missing, he came crashing down on you, holding you by the shoulders as he laid his head on the crook of your neck, sobbing, and all you could do was be at his side.
You'd play with his hair until he fell asleep, and when he had to perform off-stage, you were there to beat his owner up for hurting him, which resulted in a beating from your own, but you mentally smile through it because you know Till will feel less down.
He's sleeping in the small room, his head on the seat of the couch, as you shakely walk up to him before curling in his arms to feel warm. When he wakes up, he's startled by your bruises and scratches, but you don't seem to mind.
You never do,
Before Till faced off against Ivan, you hugged him and tried cheering him up so he could win and live to see another day.
He'd remember all the times you were with him at that moment.
You picked fights with Ivan when he was bothering Till.
You taught him how to make flower crowns.
You lifted him up whenever he felt like he was down.
He closes his eyes and leans closer into the hug, mumbling incoherent words.
"thank you."
You start tearing up right then and there; he looks extremely confused, but you just hold him tighter.
He was so distracted in his second round because of it.
After his round, he goes to you and tries to comfort you. He's bad at it, though.
You tell him everything, and you tell him how tired you are of seeing him so sad. You are already struggling with your owner sending you off to be disciplined.
You'd take turns to comfort each other. You guys hugged and cried and fell asleep together.
Seeing him so broken up on that stage brought you to tears, and he knew.
He'd kiss your forehead and when you look up at him,
You swore you saw the light in his eyes again.
hope that was okay,,,,,,, im a bit rusty........................
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UPCOMING WORKS && IDEAS
Hello, pretty things <3 My name is Naaji and I'm a hypersexual writer, writing to get some of my thoughts and feelings out instead of letting them sit. My pronouns are he/him and I'm a gay trans man, so most of my writings will either be male reader or gn reader. That being said, anybody regardless of gender or sexual orientation is welcome to interact :3
I don't take requests, but you're free to leave thirsts / brainrots anytime! If I find the concept interesting I might write a little drabble or some hcs about it ^_^
WARNING : This account will contain smut and possibly disturbing topics written by a minor. I don't care who interacts with me, but if you're uncomfortable with this please leave for your own sake <3
Moving on to more of what I'll write...
I will be writing smut and dark content such as: yanderes, underage sex (between two minors), large age gaps (18 & late 30s / 40s ?), threesomes, character x reader, character x character
(PS: I might also add some of my own hcs to the writing just because I love my hcs and I want everyone to know)
However, I will also write fluff or familial relationships (platonic) every once and a while! (And maybe angst if I'm feeling it)
Some fandoms that I'm into and may write about are: Bungou Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Reverse 1999, Final Fantasy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Heaven Official's Blessing, Pokemon, Omori, The Legend Of Zelda, Devilman Crybaby, Fairy Tail, The Summer Hikaru Died, Project Sekai, and Alien Stage
Some of my favorite characters to write for are: Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Freminet, Neuvillette, Wriothesley - Fukuzawa Fukichi, Oda Sakunosuke, Nakahara Chuuya, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Osamu Dazai, Edgar Allan Poe - Blade, Dan Heng, Aventurine, Gepard - Pavia, Зима, Shamane, Horropedia, Forget Me Not - Adaman, Volo, Bede, Gladion, N, Kieran, Guzma - Till, Ivan (The boyfriends..,.,..) - alot more I can't list all of them
Some of my favorite ships: Kawoshin, Ivantill, Soukoku (specifically 15!skk), Kazuhei, Wriolette, Kazuxiao, Suntan, Sunflower, Cactiflower, Sunturine, Sunhill, Akiryo
I will also likely write about some ocs of mine or just unnamed character concepts.
Some things that I will NOT be writing: minor x adult, smut containing young children (1 - 12 yrs old), r-pe, SA, noncon, stepcest / incest, kinks containing bodily fluids or anything like that (piss, scat, vomit, sweat, etc. Sorry.. just not into that)
Masterlist coming soon !!!!
Reminder that I am a minor and I do have school and other things going on in my life, so posts might not be that frequent .. Sorry lovelies </3 Goodbye for now !! ^_< ♡
#x reader#yandere x reader#genshin x reader#hsr x reader#bsd x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#male reader#ftm reader#smut#x reader smut#kazuha x reader#chuuya x reader#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#dazai x reader#blade x reader#reverse 1999 x reader#pokemon x reader#smut written by a minor#odasaku x reader#fukuzawa x reader
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AGH RULER OF MY HEART IS SOOOOO GOOD. IT HURTS IN EVERY WAY BECAUSE LUKA IS SINGING AS SUA TO MESS W MIZI AND SUA AND MIZI MY OTP :((( black sorrow has a special place in my heart bcs the relization and the Ivan and Till could’ve escaped, but Till refused to leave because that would mean leaving Mizi and so Ivan stays behind aswell- AND THE FACT MIZI WAS ASLEEP FOR PRETTY MUCH OF ALL TILL’S SONG :( AND THE COMMUNITY POSTS ON YOUTUBE WITH IVAN AND TILL WEARING BLACK AND WHITE LIKE MIZI AND SUA DID- IM NOT READY!!! IM NOT!! the gods are playing dangerous games cause im abt to hurt them if Till or Ivan die… my hope is that they’ll escape like how Mizi was able to… GOD SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE ITS JUST ALIEN STAGE HAS A SPECIAL PLACE JN MY HEART..
but normal thought for a second, Alien stage au with twst characters.. the heartache :(( who’d be who though is what i wonder…
YES YES!!!! AAAAAA HE'S SO FRUSTRATING (I love him)!!!!! Mizi x Sua hurts my heart,,, doomed yuri. T_T I just want them to be happy forever. 🥺
Black Sorrow is also really good!!!!! Another one that left my heart aching. WAAAA IVAN!!!!!!! orz orz have you heard the Ivan and Till version of My Clematis? It's so good!!!! >w< praying they both survive the next round. Pitting two babygirls against each other....... if they are the next pairing to be doomed, it's over for me. </3
Alien Stage au with twst..... :O because I love fem Riddle dearly I like to think of a concept where Reader is Mizi and fem Riddle is Sua. OTL of course that would have to make Azul Luka!!!! >:D maybe Deuce as Till and Ace as Ivan? As for who is Hyuna,,,,,, maybe Floyd!!! In my mind this fits, but then if there are other ideas I would be so happy to hear them. :D
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My fanfics
Here you can find all the fics I wrote so far! The fandoms are organized by alphabetical order, while the fics are listed from the oldest to the most recent one!
If you find anything that it's not linked here, send me a message and let me know!
Updated in: April 15th, 2024
ALIEN STAGE
Take 9, recording! - Ivan x Till
Blue Period
Artistic Struggles - Yotasuke x Yatora
Fate Series
Smile, my king - Gilgamesh x Enkidu
Genshin Impact
Turning Tables - Chongyun x Xingqiu
To Aid Lupical - Bennett x Razor
Young master’s free time - Ayato x Thoma (w/ art)
Daily Chores - Ayato x Thoma
Good Morning, my lord - Ayato x Thoma
Important Meeting - Ayato x Thoma
Loyalty - Ayato x Thoma (N$FW)
Enough Bad Jokes - Cyno x Tighnari
Thesis - Alhaitham x Kaveh
Reddish - Cyno x Tighnari
Bubbles - Thoma x Ayato
Kaveh’s Key - Alhaitham x Kaveh (feat. Mehrak) (w/ art)
Don't make a noise - Alhaitham x Kaveh
No more secrets - Tighnari & Kaveh
Maid Day... at the Dawn Winery - Diluc x Tartaglia
Losing count - Alhaitham x Kaveh
Begging - Aether x Heizou
It's today - Cyno x Tighnari (non tickle fic)
A jealous hound - Cyno x Tighnari
Dangerous Collection - Diluc x Childe
Pocky Day - Lyney x Aether
That Time of The Year - Cyno x Tighnari (N$FW & non tickle fic)
Nature's embrace - Albedo
Grand Chase
Unusual Interrogation - Rufus & Lass
Mornings - Ronan x Harpe
Honkai: Star Rail
The One That Got Away - Gepard x Sampo
Noises - Himeko (it's actually Caelus x Dan Heng but shhh)
It takes a raccoon to pester a dragon - Dan Heng x Caelus
The Dragon's Lesson - Dan Heng x Jing Yuan
Silly Little Brother - Gepard & Serval
Thrilling Bet - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio
Vidyadharas' Special Training - Yanqing & Dan Heng
Too popular - Dan Heng x Caelus
Play a player - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine
Tiny Problems - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine
Bad day - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio
League of Legends
Move over - Kayn x Ezreal
Nu:Carnival
Old friends, old habits - Kuya x Quincy
How to tame a human - Eiden x Garu
Wishful Thinking - Eiden x Olivine
Obey me!
Purring Demon - Satan x MC
Dreamy Confession - Mammon x MC
OCs
Just Like a Human - Yomei x Kyo
Sk8 the Infinity
Hissing Cat - Reki & Miya
Hardest Boss Fight - Reki and Langa & Miya
The Love Hotel - Tadashi & Reki
Skate With You Forever - Reki x Langa
Slimes vs Hero - Reki and Langa & Miya
Sleepyhead - Reki x Langa
Pay Attention - Reki x Langa
Bratty Cat - Miya & Joe and Cherry
Tower of God
Turtle’s Things - Khun x Bam feat. Rak
Vtubers
Celebration - Shxtou x Reader
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So a wut about Austin!elvis x reader where he had met reader before going to army or meeting priscilla and reader was the niece of hank snow so they used to meet secretly but when hank found out he took her away from him back to the reader hometown so after years of meeting priscilla and growing feelings for her elvis gets a news from Tom that Reader has expired because of a car accident? And he goes to see the funeral and remembers all the old times? And regrets leaving reader?
Or
Austin butler x reader where reader is a famous personality and who is also his celebrity crush as they had worked together in the film aliens in the attic as love interests of each other but he thinks they won't like him cuz they work with marvel,godzilla and such franchises do in an interview once he mistakenly says he has a crush on yn then during Met gala he meets her after the long years of aliens in the attic and then talk with each other and all then in an interview reader reveals that she likes Austin too or something rest is to you
AN: Thank you so much for the ideas! I love all of these but the Elvis/Hank Snow's daughter once had my mind flooding with ideas, I did some tweaking I hope you still like it! (FYI I am always open for prompts/requests unless posted otherwise!)
Pairing: Elvis/Elvis!Austin x Reader (picture whoever)
Words: 2273
Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, death, depression. Lots and lots of angst. Probably some timeline screw ups but whatev
Soft & Tender Snow
The summer of 1955 was one Elvis would never forget.
He knew Hank Snow despised him; he knew his son Jimmy was beginning to look up to him. But my god when he met Y/N it was something completely different.
You were strong willed and smart mouthed; you were innocent and delicate but also took no guff from no man.
You drove your own car when you all were on the road, and you never shared a room with your family as you relished your time alone.
You weren’t scared to slap a fella who would make a pass at you.
And Elvis was taken by you.
The first time you two spoke he half expected you to rip off his jacket like most girls in your position would do, instead you leaned against a wall, your arms tucked behind you as you made light conversation with him before telling him your daddy would have his head on a platter for just talking to you. It made Elvis laugh harder than he had in years.
Through the months he would notice you watching from the side stage as he performed, swaying your hips gently back n fourth with the rock music. His smile would always grow in size at the sight of your feet tapping.
You would notice him watching from the grounds as you accompanied your father and brother on stage playing the guitar. A smirk plastered on his face as he had told you time and time again it should be you singing up on that stage.
You loved his shy demeanor when he was off stage, you savoured it knowing no other girl was witnessing what you were. You loved when he stumbled over his words, his ego was not so big around you.
You would take midnight walks together, you’d either come sneakin’ to his room or vice versa, the roads in the small towns you’d be in would be empty, you’d talk about nothing, yet those would be the things he would remember the most.
When he wanted to sing to you, he had you turn away, he would stand on one side of a tree and you the other. You’d swoon at his voice when he sang you ballads.
Your first kiss was after an electric performance Elvis did, he stepped off the stage and wanted nothing more but to sweep you off your feet.
He stormed the grounds till he found you chatting with some of the other girls in the circus, before you even saw him his hands flew to your face, capturing his lips with yours as you breathed into his kiss, your hands wrapping around his forearms.
After that the two of you were even more inseparable than before, your attempts at hiding the small smiles, kissing behind the stage before you had to run on, hand holding in the middle of the night grew into something more.
Your first night with Elvis was anxiety inducing, you couldn’t stop fiddling with your dress as you waited on him to answer the door, he had begged to see you that night and though you were used to his request for a midnight stroll you knew this was something different.
The way he held you that night, showing you things you had never even heard of before, the way he whispered little bird into your ear had you losing your ability to see straight. Nothing would ever compare to his touch for the rest of your life. It was addicting and life threatening, your new drug as you began to spend almost every night with him.
Some nights were just holding each other as he’d watch you carefully, memorizing every line, freckle, sunspot, and dimple on your face.
The two of you thought you were invincible against those who stared and whispered.
But all the time in the world wasn’t long enough especially when your daddy started figuring things out.
Your crafted lie about hating Elvis but were being forced by the Colonel to teach him some guitar techniques fell to pieces when your father came to check on the two of you and saw you kissing in Elvis’ room.
His grip tightened around your life, Jimmy had taken over driving with you, you were also forced to bunk with him on all trips, though Jimmy looked up to Elvis and let you see each other every once and a while he feared his father, begging for you to stop crying the nights you were trapped in your room.
Elvis fought to spend every last second with you, whether it was simply being in the same area with you when you ate or grazing your arm with his hand as you walked past each other it was something he could do to get by.
The more time passed the less time you spent together, the more Elvis and you were left hurting. You knew he was sneaking other girls into his room, and your daddy made a point of telling you this to your face, breaking down your confidence every day.
By the end of the tour you were a husk of your former self, someone neither you nor Elvis recognized as you climbed into the passenger side of your car one last time. As you drove through the night Elvis sped beside Jimmy signing for him to pull over, your father was far ahead of your car.
Once on the grass Elvis practically sprang from his car rushing to your side to get to your door, pulling you out of your seat. He begged for you to talk to him, you were so beaten down by your daddy that you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
Elvis was trying to keep himself together at the sight of your pale fragile looking body, when you couldn’t speak a lick to him or look at him all he thought he could do was hold you, he pulled your waist towards him and engulfed you into his embrace, hoping his touch would bring back your bright eyes and bold personality. When your shaking arms wrapped around his back a few tears slid from his eyes before he released you. Jimmy was begging for you to get back in the car to not risk any impending anger.
Once Elvis watched you step back into the car you looked at him, he didn’t know it was going to be the last time he saw you.
The next year Elvis wasn’t on the Louisiana Hayride. You had heard he was doing movies as well as being carted off to the military. Your daddy made a whole show of telling you what a sinner of a man he was and that you were lucky you were saved from him.
As years passed and Elvis moved on with his life and stardom, you had simply moved on with your life, leaving the family band, marrying, having children. The things expected by a woman.
You saw him get married in the papers, you saw him have his child, you saw as his movies began to flop, you’d still see every last one. No longer seeing the shy, nervous boy, but a man who was losing his true self.
But every once and a while, while the moon shined brightly in the streets below, or if either of you were awake at midnight you’d think back to the late walks, the chatting in the wind, the singing in the midnight sky.
When he did his ’68 come back you watched gleefully on your TV, he no longer looked a thing like when you had first met him at the Hayride, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes that you could instantly recognize as pride. Elvis couldn’t help but think of you when he sang Heartbreak Hotel, eyes wandered through the crowd wishing to see your face, to see you sway back n fourth to the sound of his voice, but you weren’t there.
One morning Elvis was back at Graceland, talking about his future without the Colonel when a few loud knocks caught him off guard. He wasn’t expecting anyone else at the house, it was already full of the people he needed.
He took charge of answering the door himself, ready to tell some sweet looking gal to hop off his step but was caught by surprise when he saw Jimmy Snow Jr. standing on his porch, holding his hands in front of him. “My god, Jimmy how you doin’ boy?” He pulled the fully grown man into his arms; it had been decades since he saw him last. “Elvis, nice seein’ you.” The man said keeping polite. “What in gods name brings you to Graceland ,son?” Elvis moved to the side signaling for Jimmy to step into his house.
But Jimmy stayed in his spot at the front of the house, Elvis furrowed his eyebrows taking in Jimmy’s demeanor, something was wrong.
“Elvis, I know it’s been a long time, but I thought you ought to know.” Elvis swallowed hard, scared over the next words out of his mouth. “Y/N died in a crash a few days ago.” Jimmys head hung low as a few tears slid down his cheek, his body began to shake. “I know you probably forgot bout her, but she never forgot you, Elvis.” Elvis could only hear a high-pitched ringing in his ears, he closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “No, yeah.” He muttered out. “Course I remember Y/N.” He pulled the trembling man back into his arms for a quick embrace, Jimmy stood still, as a slightly sob burst through his lips.
Once released Jimmy cleared his tears and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, listen the funeral is Saturday, it would be an honor if you’d be there.” Elvis nodded blankly, his mind running 1000 miles an hour. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be there.” He confirmed, Jimmy nodded before clearing his throat, trying to hide the strain in his voice. “That’s very kind of ya. I’ll be seeing you.” Elvis almost collapsed to the floor when the large door was finally closed but he couldn’t let his family see him break over a girl from years and years ago.
That night he told Pracilla, she understood and asked if she should go with him, he declined telling her it was something he needed to do completely alone.
On the drive out to Nashville, Elvis allowed himself to cry, pulling over a few times he fought himself on the lingering regret he withheld. He should have fought your daddy, should have told him you were old enough to make your own decisions. He should have told you, you were his first true love, and that he still had your face memorised, still had your laugh playing in his ears, still had the feeling of your small hands in his.
Elvis got to Nashville on the day of the funeral, he checked into his hotel, changed, and headed off to the cemetery. He was lucky that he was able to go off by himself like this, no security, no paparazzi, just silence as he drove.
Once at the cemetery he kept his head low before taking a seat.
A few pictures of you were next to your flower covered coffin, Elvis bit his tongue at the sight of the one picture. One from your younger years, one that he had specifically taken of you when you rode the ferris wheel, you always claimed to be scared of how high you were going but Elvis figured you were just trying to get close to him. The joy and bliss shined brightly in your eyes perfectly in the picture, the way many people needed to remember you. Not the way Elvis did, the broken, fragile state he last saw you in.
He willed the thought away as Jimmy took a seat in front of Elvis, turning to him to shake his hand as he thanked him for coming, Hank sat next to Jimmy, he didn’t acknowledge Elvis.
As the ceremony went on and the priest read psalms from his bible, Elvis sat in his thoughts, lost to his own memories, remembering the first time he saw you to the last. To the time he saw you slap a man for grazing your ass, to the gasps of Elvis cussing when his car was acting up. From your first kiss that you hadn’t seen coming, to the night he made love to you and caressed your body with his hands.
Jimmy stood to say a few words, as did his father, and as the casket lowered into the ground Elvis wanted nothing more but to drop to his knees and sob out his heart. Instead he gripped Jimmy shoulder as the man cried into his hands, Elvis felt another hand on top of his as he saw Hank looking back at him, tears blurred his eyes as he acknowledged his existence and just how important Elvis was to you.
After people had filtered out Elvis stood staring at your grave, he wished greatly to see you once more, he should have driven out sooner to find you, to catch up over lunch, to hear of your life, to talk about your children.
Elvis grazed your headstone; he was regretting not bringing you flowers.
He sat on the cold ground as he traced over the engraving of your name.
“I love you little bird, I’ll always love you.” He mumbled before resting his head on the stone and let his tears flow once more.
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MTIJ | Ch.22 Keep Your Princesses Safe, Assholes
|mtij masterlist|
pairing: levi ackerman x reader
word count: 9.5k
summary: a girl with a variety of hidden complexes has to live with a french asshole for nine months. easy? on the surface. problematic? definitely. romantic? not too much, or at least they’d make it a point to say so everytime when asked. the end? please, their dynamic isn’t as simple as that.
The Break-Up Guide
Phase 1: Go Through The Pain and Devastation
You might feel blindsided by a breakup, or you might have felt it coming for months. Regardless, the pain is the same, and it’s okay to grieve for the loss of your relationship. Take some time, gather friends and family around you, listen to music – whatever brings you comfort. Don’t ignore your feelings, accept them so you can process the pain. Confronting and accepting it is the only way to move forward with your life.
Phase 2: Wondering What You Did Wrong
There’s no doubt that in the early stages of a breakup we look for ways that we might have alienated our partners. You might think: maybe I wasn’t pretty/smart/successful/talented/fill-in-the-blank enough. It’s time to stop the self-blame; it not only is faulty thinking, it gets you nowhere fast and it takes your confidence along with it. Let go of self-judgment.
Phase 3: Denial/Wanting to Get Back Together
This goes along with self-blame. When you think things like: If only I had done…, then we’d be back together, you are setting unrealistic expectations for yourself. You are also looking back on a skewed version of the relationship with rose-coloured goggles. Instead of trying to win him back with some elusive tactic, thinking that things will be perfect this time around, it’s time to seriously ask yourself: What do I really want? What did I not get from this relationship?
Phase 4: Anger and Play the Blame Game
Not long after you’ve shed your last tear, you might feel anger. Maybe you are keeping a running list of all of the ways you’ve been wronged by your ex. You might fantasize about calling him and explaining why he’s such a jerk, but you’re only hurting yourself. Instead of looking for justice or even some type of closure you may never get, make a decision to accept who your ex is and what he is and isn’t capable of. By the same token, be realistic about your part in the relationship’s end. We all have room to grow.
Phase 5: Letting Go
Far too often, we become attached to the relationship, so when it ends, we are left with a void. We wander past that bar we used to frequent, or take the dog for a walk in the park as we’d done countless Sundays before. Instead of giving in to nostalgia, try doing something new. Establish your own routine. Get coffee on Fridays with a friend at your local cafe, or join a yoga class on Wednesday nights. It doesn’t matter what the new habit is, or even how long you maintain it. The important thing to note is by establishing your own routine, you are letting go of the reminders of your ex, and it will be much easier to let him go.
Done. Yeah, no, I took some time for that. The laptop was illuminating my face in my gloomy room with the shades down. All doors closed. For two, yeah, I know pretty well what I did wrong. Wait, no, he said it wasn’t because of that. Ughhh. Distance, yeah, sure. Fine, letting go of self-judgement. For now. My finger was scrolling and my eyes were scanning the article. Three’s done, too. Pretty much left my phone in my drawer to not beg him to get back together. The impulses don’t feel good. I want… what do I want? Oh, yeah, I cleared that one last time. I hummed along and went on to the last step, eyes narrowing spitefully. I have a new routine, thank you very much. I frequent my room and avoid everybody. Not healthy but it’s fine. I’m fine. So why the fuck am I not done with this one? I slammed the laptop shut and groaned in frustration, falling back onto my bed and staring at the ceiling.
“Fuck this.” It was how the week had gone till now. Day after day, article after article. They all claimed similar things – pain was normal, reflecting on the relationship would aid in getting over it, acceptance was the key to letting go. I felt I’d pretty much expected how things would’ve gone. They’d come too soon but that didn’t mean some minuscule part of me hadn’t been prepared. It had been, just not for the reason. I’d thought myself the worst girlfriend on the planet for cheating and I was prepared for the consequences of it, but he’d been too good to me. Breaking up with me for my own sake was a bit too generous and, in a way, contradictory. I’d decided I wouldn’t judge him for it and it’d be better if we didn’t get back together. But some part of my brain thought it might as well happen, taking into account I’d never been with anybody else and I couldn’t properly picture a future with anybody else.
“Princess, come out.”
Here, of course, came somebody else. He was better at keeping tabs on the time but I’d say it had been about a week since the new routine set in. It was the end of June and he was probably fed up with my isolation tactic. Seeing as my parents resumed their workaholic habits without paying my absence too much mind, I was enabled to officially withdraw from my position as the household’s slave. Levi did most things instead of me, which, while quite unfair to him, was also none of my business because I hadn’t told him to. I sometimes helped him out with dinner and spent the rest of my time ruminating on the brand new direction my life would take. High school was done and so were most of my connections with the people there, including the boyfriend I’d spent most of my conscious life with. Just great. Annie was the one boulder of sameness I refused to lean on in my time of need. And, of course, there was the guy who kept leaving coffee in front of my door at the weekends.
“Hey,” there was a knock at my door, then it creaked open and he squinted at the darkness inside, “what the fuck are you doing?” He switched on the lamp and I almost hissed at the abrupt appearance of the bright lights. One might’ve called me a vampire and another might’ve called me a zombie. Honestly, I just felt like shit. I sat up in my bed and Levi gave me a half-hearted glare. “Your parents will be home tomorrow so we need to deep-clean the house.” Ah, yes, with how little I saw of them, I’d entirely forgotten they’d set off to Texas for the funeral of a far-away cousin on my mother’s side. That I knew because I found in myself the power to eavesdrop on them Thursday evening. I could play offended that I hadn’t been invited but I also hated funerals so it was better that way. The callendar aligned in my head – it was Saturday today then. Which also meant I was mere hours away from beating my silent record.
Does indulging in this little game make you feel better in any way? Asshole-me chirped in as I stared at Levi without doing as much as opening my mouth. You know you want to talk to him and I know you want to talk to him. So talk to him. Technically, she was right. But a small period of depression some days ago had spiralled into me keeping my mouth shut, which then evolved into me testing how long I could keep it up. My record thus far was… Forty hours. I need two more to beat it. Then I’ll gladly talk to him. This is about pride now. I retorted in my head, pursing my lips and getting up with a sigh. What isn’t exactly? Asshole-me’s snide inquiry made me glare at my feet, then Levi snorted in exasperation at my silence, not knowing that I was entertaining myself in such a manner but knowing me well enough to guess what I’d say. It’d be funny if he actually hears it in his head. I mused internally, popping my neck and heading to the doorstep, where he awaited.
His frown was a welcome and an unwanted sight all at once. I didn’t know exactly why. He hadn’t gotten over his pity, seeing as he incessantly tried to coax me into eating regularly and lure me out of my room with promises of fresh coffee and movies in the living room, but he had essentially burdened himself with an upset little girl devoid of purpose, which I doubted was an easy feat even for the strongest and most tolerant of men. We’d gone back to square one, or at least I saw it that way. The princess and the asshole, brilliantly played by the businessman’s daughter and the intern. It was supposed to be the other way around. Maybe it was pissing me off but maybe I was too unprepared to deal with it right now. Maybe it was pissing him off, too. I couldn’t be sure. He had lots of paperwork to handle in my father’s short absence, not to mention the frequent calls to his mother.
Always at six in the evening, when I came down for a snack I seldom went back with. My appetite was shit and he was always sitting on the couch, turned toward the backyard with a tea slowly losing its steam on the coffee table. He always sounded just a bit annoyed and I never really listened with the intention to build their conversation in my head. First, because my French wasn’t all too good for me to trace the speech of a native speaker and second, because I didn’t have the energy to probe and prod at his personal life. I’d gotten stung once and I wouldn’t risk it again, when, subconsciously, I might’ve needed him to not be mad at me. I did hear, however, bits and pieces of it, because that was one of the senses I was yet to lose. There were mentions of friends but never additional information about that “she” that made his voice change ever so drastically. I didn’t mind and maybe that was good. If he wanted to talk about her, he would. I found I didn’t particularly care.
Maybe, however, it should’ve dawned on me during the past however many days, that I was supposed to care. All the problems harrying my mind at the end of May were, one way or another, quite resolved. My parents being negligent and absent had been something I hadn’t been able to control. I’d gotten over it. So that was fine. Eren’s secretive behaviour and the issue of my cheating were settled, too. That was fine. The new problem was moving on from somebody I’d loved for a very long while. And the perfect distraction from it was the Petra Mystery. Except that hadn’t become my focus point just yet. So maybe I had to hurry it up. But prodding into that would mean needing Annie’s opinion and, shamefully enough, I had to admit I hadn’t contacted her ever since the break-up, despite asshole-me constantly ordering me to do it.
I might’ve left my phone in my nightstand to stop myself from contacting Eren, but I locked the drawer out of fright when Annie began texting and calling out of worry. I couldn’t face her or hear her voice because she’d ask what was wrong and I’d have to tell her because I couldn’t lie to her and then she’d tell me, too, she’d tell me things I wouldn’t like, or things I’d already seen in the stupid articles, or things I’d told myself out of spite because I wanted to be fine and I wanted to move on in the quickest way possible. Yeah, no, there was no direct route to happiness and mental stability as it seemed and while my best friend’s presence would’ve been nice company, it also felt threatening to have her pity me, too. Three or so days ago, she’d come over and I’d gone ahead and childishly locked myself in my room, thanking the gods that Levi hadn’t been home to open the front door. Not that he’d actually welcome her with a hug and a big “Please, Come Inside” poster on the wall, but still.
Let’s play Sherlock. I think I just won. My asshole side’s sudden remark made my attention snap away from my empty thoughts to my surroundings. My eyes narrowed at Levi urging me down the stairs and blocking the doorstep to my bedroom. Weird. And what are you talking about again? Asking was weird but then again, the conversations with my dark alter ego were weird altogether. No escaping it. Not to mention, there were actually things she could notice before I did. So what was it this time? It seemed to hit me then, when I glanced at the front door. Red converses. Fuck. Nobody in the household had red converses and asshole-me was cackling slyly as Levi grabbed my shoulder and gently but also rather stiffly led me down the stairs before I could bolt for my parents’ bedroom. Who would’ve thought? The mortal enemies join forces to get you to talk. Isn’t that nice? My jaw clenched at her genuinely sweet voice and I contemplated locking myself in the closet or the garage, or running outside. It’s game over, sweetie. Give it up.
“Sit.” I gave it up when Annie’s cold command made my knees give out. My best friend was sitting at the counter and I was sitting, too, and Levi was standing a mere two feet away, monitoring the situation in case something happened. But I didn’t know what exactly we could rule as “something happening” because it was time for a lecture now – on the responsibility I hadn’t taken and the maturity I hadn’t shown and the communicative skills I hadn’t utilised and the reciprocity I hadn’t given and the---
… crying? Shit. Annie’s almost crying.
“You are a giant jerk for keeping me in the dark! I was worried you’d died and then I come along and this guy tells me the story! I wanted to hear it from you, you know!” Annie was screaming and a frustrated tear slipped from the corner of her eye, slipping down her cheek and making my lips purse guiltily. I instinctively reached out and wiped it and she slapped my hand away, scowling and, in a very dignified manner, trying to show herself as mad. Both my arms reached out and I grabbed her shoulders – she was still for a moment before giving in and letting me hug her. This was the third time I’d seen her shed tears – this time it was over me, too. Her face was buried in my shoulders and I was squeezing her tightly.
I’ll never make you cry again. For fuck’s sake, I have no right to make her feel like this. We parted and her eyes were red from suppressed tears, thin brows pinched together in desperation. It was then I realised she wasn’t my knight in shining armour because I’d forced her into it. It was, simply enough, because that was what friends were for. And by keeping this from her, I’d taken away the one thing that had always kept us together – care. Who was I to say Annie couldn’t text me or call me or see me? Who was I to say the only person with emotions here was me? Who was I to cause pain to the only person who cared about me this deeply? Nobody. I’m nobody.
“I know, Ann. I’m sorry.” I mumbled after she sniffed once and rubbed at her eyes to recompose herself. Her grip on my shoulders lingered, fingers tightening their hold on my shirt before letting go while she stated sorry wouldn’t do it this time. She needed more and I knew exactly what the insinuation there was. Even Levi, stoically observing the situation, was obviously hell-bent on having this conversation happen, judging by the intimidating scowl he wore. In the end, everybody had gotten tired of my bullshit. Including me.
“You two talk it out. Locking yourself away isn’t going to solve anything.” The philosopher spoke up, stormy hues full of blue specks and a pair of crossed arms adding finality to the statement. Annie nodded along and it was then I realised I’d made the two most unemotional people, who were also in a way a weird kind of mortal passive-aggressive enemies, join forces and shake on a truce for the sake of teaching me a lesson. The world wouldn’t end if change came along and breached one or two walls in my life. Everything would be fine. My chest swelled with bitterness. I was acting like a child. No. I was a child. Because, ever since I was little, I’d done the same thing when things got too serious for me to not be ashamed of having anybody learn. I turned the key on my door and waited for everything to return to normal. And when it never once did, I persistently kept up the tactic, hoping one day it would. It was time for a reality check – nothing ever turned back to normal after a change.
“Eren was ignoring me because he was studying. Then he was ignoring me because he thought making me hate him would either force me into breaking up with him or make the break up easier. He’s an idiot like that.” Annie snorted in agreement and I forced a bitter smile. “He called from the airport two weeks ago when he was leaving for Germany with Armin and Mikasa. Convinced me we weren’t suited for a long-distance relationship because we were together 24/7 and said,” it got stuck at the back of my throat and I glanced at Levi before meeting Annie’s icy gaze, “said he knew… about both times. He said he forgives me and they’re not why we’re breaking up.” I didn’t feel like crying a second time. “He said he loves me and he left me.” I threw my hands in the air with a hoarse chuckle and they slapped my knees on their way down.
“That means it’s not your fault.” Annie’s voice intervened with the heavy atmosphere and I wished to exaggerate and say I went close to hating her at that moment for being reassuring and sympathetic. Because I hated being pitied and they were pitying me now when all I wanted was a good old scolding session. This was worse. Because when I got scolded and the screaming was over, I could leave with a clear conscience since I’d received punishment. Not giving me one right now was the worst punishment I could get. “It means you’ve drifted apart due to circumstances. You have your closure, too.” She defended steadily, making me snort in condescension.
“Yeah, and I spent the past two weeks looking up every possible article on how to get over a break-up. You know, Ann, the steps vary from five to fifty and I’ve gone through each but the last one.” I gave a bitter smile and her gaze softened. “I mean, why move on when the same comes next? I’ll find a nice guy and I’ll make him hate my guts because I lie and I cheat, even when I love.” I noticed Levi flinch with my periphery. Guilt poured into his iris until it was overwhelming to look. He tried blinking it away.
“Don’t be that crude.” Annie reprimanded with a reproachful look, making me pout as her hand settled on top of mine. “The mistakes are forgiven already. You have to accept you’ve made them.” I glanced at the raven, the clenched jaw and the spitefully blinking eyes, followed by the shake of his head. Guilt was a sticky little pest. I knew from experience. My lips pursed and Annie squeezed my hand. “Make a resolution to get over it. Not Eren. Just the shit you don’t like about the situation.” The insinuation was eloquent enough for both me and Levi to catch it. He glared at her profile and I was watching the guilt dripping down the sides of his face. I wanted to tell him it was fine. “The right guy comes along when you least expect it. You just have to give it a chance and it doesn’t need to happen right now. Just… go out with me once in a while. Try to have fun. It’s summer – we’ll make plans and it’ll be fine.”
“Everybody loves saying that one.” I chuckled dryly and she sighed as I shook my head. “But I have to agree so I’ll try.” I felt for a single blink as though everything had gone back to normal. My gaze darted away from my best friend’s features to the scowling raven on our right. I gave him a half-hearted glare and a small smile. “It’s fine.” Because it was and I wanted him not to blame himself for anything he hadn’t been at fault for. Even if he didn’t care. More so in the minimal case he did. It seemed he got the message because he only scoffed and raised his brows in condescension.
“You didn’t manage to beat your best score.” My eyes widened in mortification at his words, then he clicked his tongue at my bafflement. “You thought I wouldn’t notice you purposefully keeping your mouth shut? You hate silence.” The flat declaration made me pout, then I crossed my arms and legs simultaneously and graced him with a glare from the old times – after the truce and before the bullshit Bickering felt good. And talking to him feels a hundred times better, doesn’t it? I ignored asshole-me’s taunt and proceeded to respond to his.
“Or maybe I hate talking to you.” It was obvious, from my overly dignified manner, that it was a fabricated retort, only for the sake of the argument. It didn’t touch at all on anything past it. Including the quiet shame I felt as inwardly admitting that, yes, it felt too good to talk to him again. “Now what should we do?” I turned back to Annie with glimmering hues, anticipating a shared activity that would get me out of the house and back into the world where I supposedly belonged. Levi was the one to beat her to answering by stating we had to get to cleaning because my parents would be coming back tomorrow. “Wet blanket.” I fixed him with a short-lived glare, to which my best friend cleared her throat and made me look at her impenetrable expression.
“Actually, I’m thinking I’ll clean instead of you while you eat something. No offence, (Y/N), but you look kinda corpse-y.” Her words made me gape in offence because this was the second time today they were joining forces against me and my wishes. First off, corpse-y wasn’t a real adjective, so I could make a comment on that, but then again, bringing things back to place meant going back to my usual self entirely. And my usual self adored poking fun at unhealed wounds till they healed.
“I apologise, Your Majesty, were you in a perpetual state of heartbreak for the past two weeks?” I smirked at her instant discomfort and Levi’s tense shoulders, then their constipated countenances made me slyly respond to the unspoken answer. “I thought so. But I am hungry, so, as you’re currently still pitying me, how about we cook together and then clean?” I stood from my chair and Annie followed suit while Levi frowned at the mere prospect of the situation my suggestion painted. The air went icy all of a sudden, they exchanged cold looks and, in perfect unison, stated they wouldn’t be working with the other. My mouth hung open at the interaction, then I rubbed my temple with a sigh. “And the truce is done. When will you stop making the house into a war zone?”
“He knows what he’s doing.” She pointed a finger and a glare at him, which made my brows scrunch in confusion at the insinuation. There was something going on here and I was clearly not graced with the honour to learn about it. There was tension in the air as Levi’s jaw clenched spitefully and he glared back at my best friend, grey hues devoid of blue specks and filled, instead, with dangerous thunderclouds. I almost feared a fist fight but I knew quite well they wouldn’t resort to that.
“And she knows she’s a delirious brat.” He snapped, a bit less flatly than he might’ve wanted, because she smirked and hummed at the accusation. They spent a second more glaring at each other before, much like a pair of little kids harbouring petty dislike towards one another, turning their heads away with proudly tipped chins and intimidating scowls. Alright then. I wouldn’t be breaching this issue right now, as I doubted either of them would speak. It might’ve been something minor if neither had bothered to complain about it, it might’ve been a misunderstanding or it might’ve been – as the Gen Z say – a bad vibe going on between them. I personally didn’t know and felt too tired to play a couple’s therapist right now – moreover for my best friend and my father’s intern.
“You’re hopeless.” I shook my head with a sigh, staring at their petulant statures before blowing an exhausted raspberry into the air. Yeah, everything was fine. “Asshole, give me a pan.” He didn’t spare a second to argue or hesitate before immediately doing as he was told. And I might’ve been the delirious one because I could swear I saw him give a proud look to Annie, as though to say “see, she picked me first for this very manual task she could’ve done herself”.
And so, when I gave them separate tasks around the kitchen and walked around, fixing mistakes or supervising the process, everything felt fine. It wouldn’t be perfect since nothing could ever be, but it was fine. Because Levi and Annie turned their war into a competition on who’d beat the other – and I beat them both by not setting the house on fire due to forgetting our main purpose was to cook. I didn’t scold them for it – my air of superiority spoke for itself as we sat down to eat. A food war did not break out, thankfully, otherwise we’d have a lot to clean up. On the topic of that, when the deep-clean began, Annie and I took the upper floor and Levi dealt with the damage we’d left in the sink downstairs. It was a little past five when my best friend got a call from her father and she left shortly after, but not before telling me to get it together and promise to call her the next day.
For dinner, I whipped up a simple mac and cheese, seeing as Levi wasn’t picky, it was a traditional American meal and I’d noticed, in spite of our bickering and my sworn loyalty to not humouring him, that he liked cheese a lot. This was our last day of being alone at the house. My last day of so supposed seclusion, too. Despite that, I could feel tension in the air. The radio on top of the fridge we’d kept for the sake of my mother’s vintage aesthetic was playing rock music and I’d decided to change out of my pyjamas for the occasion. He was in casual clothes and damn did black sit well with his complexion. It made him look like a vampire, but like, from the ones twelve-year-old girls would drool at. Even that didn’t seem to distract me from the fact he was clearly looking for a way to say something without actually saying it. Now that we could pin to either his mysterious guy approach to everything or plain social awkwardness. The second sounded too cute, so no.
“Spill the beans, asshole.” I took the initiative and he tried to feign innocence by giving me a look that was meant to degrade my self-confidence. I only rolled my eyes. “Come on, I know you’re aching to say something.” I prodded pointedly and it was his turn to roll his eyes with a sigh. He’d expected me to notice his peculiar silence and yet he seemed just a bit uncomfortable when I called him out on it. I dug into my meal and was chewing thoroughly before his words finally sounded in the kitchen.
“You’re aware of the business trips.” It was flat and awkward and immensely weird that he’d mention that. I gave a halting nod and proceeded to swallow. I knew about the business trips because my father had warned me beforehand. He and mother both – swoosh, gone with the wind around the middle of July. As it was currently the end of June, I could see how my father would’ve warned his intern of the incoming appointment but I couldn’t see what that had to do with me. “I told your father I wouldn’t go.” Now that made me choke. Meanwhile, he was ignoring all manners in existence and speaking through his stuffed mouth which meant only one thing – he was nervous. I could see potentially where that could stem from, as it would leave us alone in the house and, well, we might decide to have popcorn. Or something.
“You shouldn’t have.” My gaze was pinned to the mix of pasta and lactose but I could picture him quirking a questioning brow at me in a heartbeat. “I actually don’t want anybody around at that time.” He was seeing through me but, here came the catch, he was seeing through me in a more recent aspect of the plot. He might’ve thought I wished to go back to my seclusion around that time because I’d been broken up with, which was quite far from the truth. The truth being I preferred it when my parents didn’t pay special attention to me on my birthday, the date of which overlapped with their business trips this year around. Must’ve been two or three other such occasions but I wasn’t one for counting when I didn’t truly care.
“You can’t just laze around for a week. The house will catch mould while you’re in your room, attempting to become one with your bed and a bag of Doritos.” His reproachful objection made my back straighten as I pointed my fork at him instead of my index finger and declared that I could do whatever I wanted with that exaggerated undertone of annoyance I loved to fake. “Not this time around because I’ll be there.” His snort made me huff, then we spitefully dug back into our food and took a short break for chewing and gulping before I gave a retort. I was sure I could talk my way out of this as my father would positively take Levi along, no matter the date he renounced his stupid decision to stay back.
“I don’t need your pity, asshole.” Maybe it was the spiteful undertone the thing that reminded him what else was in the middle of July. A spark of acknowledgement went off in his grey hues, then they narrowed. We’d talked about this or, more like, we’d been forced to talk about this. In the beginning, memorising the basics of each other’s profile had been a requirement for the bet we’d been dragged into. Now my file held the key to this argumentative door. And when he decided not to use it, claiming, instead, that it wasn’t pity what made him stay, I pursed my lips and refrained from asking what it was.
Are you sure the sob story won’t win him over even more? Asshole-me’s doubtful voice made me glare at my dish. It was almost like she spoke from a place of actual concern. But I was sure. Because it would make him understand why this whole ordeal was nothing but a nuisance to me at this point. Three or four times in a row down the lane did that to my optimistic mentality as a prepubescent. Annie and Eren knew about it. And usually I’d complain to Eren about it for a bit but… No, it’s whatever hun. We don’t think about that because we don’t care about that. Weirdly enough, my asshole side was oddly supportive ever since the event, at least on the regular occasions Eren happened to crawl his way into my thoughts.
“I don’t like my birthday and I want nobody around.” My voice was firm and Levi casually noted that put us in the same boat and we wouldn’t celebrate it if I gave him a reason. And while he wasn’t usually one to prod too much, I didn’t feel too bad about giving an explanation. “When my parents were on the brink of divorce I thought my birthday would bring them back together and everything would turn pink and rainbow-y again. Except it didn’t and I learned my birthday didn’t mean shit. I don’t find use in celebrating it since normal people don’t celebrate failures.” My face was stoic but at least the mocking quality of my voice made up for it. It wasn’t an open wound or adding insult to injury to talk about it – no, it was simply useless. Levi’s face mirrored mine but I could see pity slithering across the table and attempting to latch onto his hand, so I chirped: “Quid pro quo.”
“My mother puts too much effort into it but it’s a double burden, taking into account it’s on Christmas. I dislike the spotlight and people commenting on it so I stopped giving the date whenever somebody asked. I’m only getting older anyway.” His brief summary was accompanied by a shrug as he fixed his food with a glare. I couldn’t say I pitied him but I wanted to. I withheld from it for the sake of us being even – because we both disliked it. Wasn’t it ironic, however, that the people most deserving of sympathy hated receiving it with such passion?
“You sound like an old peasant during World War I. I appreciate that.” My mocking comment pushed the sombre mood aside like one grabbed a rag and wiped bread crumbs off a table after a meal. And, judging by the blue speck’s eager gratitude, Levi appreciated that because it led him away from a topic we both disliked and gave him the perfect opportunity to tease me back.
“And you sound like the teenage daughter of a European monarch right before the French Revolution. Now shut the fuck up.” I bit back a chuckle because his flat voice and impassive words said one thing while the blue specks voiced
(“Keep talking to us, (Y/N)! We didn’t mean that! Keep talking, please!”)
a whole other one. I gave a small smirk, stuffed my face with macaroni and shrugged. This was playing pretend but our roles suited us a bit too much.
“At least I have money.” My voice held carelessness contrary to condescension and I knew he’d sensed it, too. That if this situation was transferred a certain number of decades in the past, he would be the peasant and I would be the royal daughter. After all, I was a rich businessman’s daughter who technically ruled over him in status whereas he came from a small town in France with the purpose of earning money and status through labour. It was appropriate then, that our roles should’ve been stated so.
“Yeah, and a powdered ass.” His addition made me huff as I rolled my eyes at his mocking expression. I could feel his gaze on my face and neither had really paused in our eating but I could sense each and every bite had a minuscule delay. I quipped that he shouldn’t forget the dandruff whilst putting a spoonful in my mouth and proceeding to chew my way through the serious part of the conversation we’d just put behind our backs. I hoped we kept up at it for the rest of the evening. Obviously, he supported that silent wish of mine. “You speak of dandruff when you barely have any hair left.” He snorted and I pursed my lips in order not to laugh.
“But I have lice in abundance.” My shoulders stiffened but my smirk didn’t let up. I didn’t want to go back to normal this fast – over the course of a simple conversation over mac and cheese with my father’s intern. I didn’t want it because that would mean moving on too fast, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Going back to normal meant forgetting. I didn’t want to forget and I didn’t want to pretend the first guy I’d loved didn’t exist and hadn’t been there at all. Eren was a giant part of my life and yet – the simplest of plays of pretends with the raven could wipe my mind clean of that fact for the briefest of moments. I wasn’t sure whether I liked that or not.
“Disgusting.” His nose scrunched up cutely as he finished the last of his food and waited for me to finish as well. I had a few more bites to go, so I hurried the process whilst distracting myself against my belief that I didn’t want to.
“Please bathe twice in your life and waste your money on perfumes and wigs.” I declared with a pinch of drama as he snorted and stated that applied only to the rich. Something in his expression was weird – entirely nonchalant and, in spite of that, almost fearful. He was tiptoeing around me even though everything was fine. The tempest had gone ahead and made a mess of me – this here was collateral damage and he was walking on eggshells lest either of us came across especially sharp debris. I, on the other hand, was trying to run ahead. I could picture myself sprinting through the dangerous field but, in fact, I might’ve been stuck all the way back with a concussion instead. “Well, I have more wigs than you.”
“And you’re dead way before I get conceived.” He scoffed mockingly, standing from the counter and putting his dish in the sink as I followed suit, pushing myself to my feet and listening to the clink of my fork as Bon Jovi’s voice carried a message about giving love a bad name from the radio. The raven was leaning next to the sink, crossed arms and a sharp pair of grey hues observing my languid movements. A small smile was tugging on the corner of my mouth and my head hung low as I put my dish on top of his, feeling his eyes on my profile from up close. He smelled of his lavender shampoo and there was an inch of space separating our shoulders. Our jobs here were done but neither moved away. This stillness was purposeful but I had no idea what our motives were. Surely, common sense had a stronger voice in his head. In mine it was just asshole-me and I, and though she was supportive when it come to Eren she would by no means beat around the bush when it came to Levi.
Look at him. She prompted eagerly, steadily, making my lips purse as I hesitated. I didn’t want to look at him from up close. Look at him and tell me he doesn’t have an ounce of care in his eyes. I didn’t want to tell her that because she’d say I was lying. I want you to look. Because you always look and never see, and when he goes out of his way to make you see, you shut him down. My brows furrowed and, to avoid her stupidly serious reprimand, I faced Levi and a gulp got stuck in my throat the moment our eyes locked. His face was too close. My hands were gripping the edge of the sink and the grey hues were unabashedly staring at me. A normal person might take this look for a glare. I would’ve, too, about three months ago. Now I saw the blue specks
(“Come closer and count us, (Y/N)! Come closer and acknowledge what it is we’ve been saying all along! If you count, you’ll see!”)
and they were talking, beckoning me closer. It might sting if I went any closer. I didn’t want to admit he might’ve cared. I didn’t want to admit everything he did showed it after the break-up – no, way before that. But if he cared he’d leave. If he cared, I wouldn’t be able to pretend to not care. Stop fucking looking. I chastised myself inwardly because looking made me tense and relaxed at the same time; it made me forget. The atmosphere was stiff but the silence wasn’t awkward. We were close and he was handsome because he’d always been handsome; and forbidden. Not quite, you see. You’re a free woman now. Asshole-me corrected knowingly, making my eyes dip. I hadn’t yet thought about it but I felt he might’ve had a hunch about what it would be when it crossed my mind. Stop looking. Don’t lean in. Don’t think about it. The commands seemed to fall on deaf ears. Popcorn seemed like a pretty harmless thing to want. He was looking, too. For a moment, I deemed myself capable of it. For a moment, I considered he might want it, too. A moment was all it was.
“I wouldn’t have survived WWI anyway.” My voice was small, soft, shameful. My smile was genuine and strained by the conclusion ringing inside my head. His eyes were still locked on my lips. The silver against my finger was burning. This was entirely impossible. Because he could care but he couldn’t care enough to make everything fine, couldn’t care enough to erase all the problems that came with positions and circumstances. This was no fairytale and he wasn’t the one. He couldn’t be. I was sure I wouldn’t want him to be. I stepped back and the atmosphere snapped like a string. Everything was normal and fine and I went back to my room without waiting for his response as I wouldn’t receive it either way – I knew Levi too well to hope for the opposite.
Our routine seemed to completely fall back into place when my parents returned the next day. From there, I would guess, it was smooth sailing and healing in rapid intervals of missing Eren, hating myself for trying to move on, having nobody to move on to, having fun with Annie, bickering with Levi, feeling guilty for being just a bit happy, drinking coffee and complaining about the heat. Then came the week of the business trips. Setting out on the 16th and returning on the 21st – perfect timing for Annie and me to spend two days getting drunk, blasting music and playing board games in the house. We might invite Levi to tag along if he was still stubborn about staying or I might give him enough money to survive at a hotel for the duration of the “event”. Either way, this would be a chill birthday on the down low, except for the fact I was turning eighteen and could allow myself a whole bunch of recklessness after.
“(Y/N)!” My father’s voice made me flinch as I lay on my bed, texting my best friend about the details of when she’d be coming over. I rolled my eyes and dropped my phone on the mattress, stretching and standing from my spot before approaching the door and throwing it open with a pointed “what!”. I was looking forward to bidding them a short goodbye and lazing around at leisure afterwards and now it almost seemed like I’d be getting lectured for something I hadn’t caught myself doing. The sight around me was quite unsettling as it portrayed my mother averting her gaze to the floor in frustration from her spot at the foot of the stairs next to my father, who was staring up at my face at the doorstep of my bedroom and adjacent to it, much like a mirror image, that of his impassive intern. “Both of you pack stuff for a week – I want you at the front door in an hour!” His tone left no room for argument.
“Why?” I called from my spot – I wouldn’t argue but that didn’t mean I couldn’t question the reason behind his vague orders. There would be no need to pack for business trips that included only them. Not to mention being ready in an hour. If I agreed to pack, which was unlikely unless I was given an actual reason in the next few seconds, I’d need more time to wash my hair and maybe shave my legs as hygiene and depression didn’t quite go hand in hand, even if the depression part had been shortlived and logic-based, followed by a desperate attempt at energetic behaviour that meant to distract me from negativity. Honestly, I was too busy trying not to think of Eren to stop and focus on my unshaved legs.
“Don’t question me! Do as I say!” My father shut down my attempt to get a gist of the situation and I would’ve argued had it not been for the act of him putting his hands to his hips. The stance he assumed meant I was one word out of line away from getting lectured on the old “my roof, my rules”, which, of course, I didn't want to confront right now. The gulp of adolescent defiance slid down my throat into my stomach instantly and my mouth clamped shut in dissatisfaction before I declared I’d need two hours. If I couldn’t argue, I’d try to negotiate – and setting the bar as high as two hours was sure to land me what I actually wanted. “Hour and a half! Period!” Perfect. My father was annoyed and with how he hurried to boss me around and how my mother avoided the sight of either of us, I guessed there was something going on between them. Maybe it had happened a while ago, maybe they were still tense because of the funeral or maybe I was imagining things and they’d just had a minor quarrel about something trivial, as was the case most times because they could get into an argument in less than ten seconds no matter the circumstances. They could also dissolve it in less than twenty. I hoped this was one of those cases.
“It’s an exclamation mark, father!” With a last retort, I slammed my door closed and heard him claim the last word by telling me to pack, not sass him. As I did not quite know where we’d be headed, I picked clothes ranging from such fitted for summer to such worn in winter. Levi and I had a staring contest when we exited our rooms and realised both intended to use the bathroom. I won because I blew into his eyes and he didn’t have the time to glare before I shut the door after myself. My shower was quick and I grabbed my shampoo and conditioner on the way out. A phone charger, shoes, perfume later, I was pretty much done, skipping down the stairs and seeing Levi by the front door, joined by my parents. They looked calmer now, which was good because my mother would obviously not come along and, whatever this mystery adventure we were about to embark on, I didn’t want them to separate on bad terms.
We were in the car less than ten minutes later and my mother was waving from the doorstep of the big house. I’d called shotgun and handled the position of the assigned DJ while Levi had the backseat all to himself and occasionally shared snacks with us. Somewhere in between the outskirts of the city, the subsequent fields and mountains, I realised what this was – namely, a vacation. We’d packed for a week, my father had argued with my mother and this hadn’t been his plan. Maybe the plan had included my mother in Levi’s stead. It was three hours later when the car slowed to a stop in front of a relatively weird cottage-like hotel in the middle of nowhere and I instantly expressed my outrage with it.
“You’re a businessman for god’s sake. Why did you pick something so… not us at all?” I complained with a scowl as he scoffed and got out of the car. Levi and I followed, instantly doing a scan of our surroundings. Three cars excluding ours. The building was long, with three floors and an old-fashioned brick roof. Everything else was made of wood, which made me conclude this couldn’t have been built a long time ago.
“Would you please not, (Y/N)?” Levi was helping my father get our suitcases out of the trunk. “It’s not what we’d usually pick but I did my research and the place is good. It’s isolated, provides three meals a day and comfortable enough beds for five nights for money I’d invest in a single night at a five-star hotel without any luxuries. Also, you won’t have any signal here so that should prevent you from contacting the rest of the world as you fell into the habit of doing recently. Aren’t I being considerate?” I glared at him for the tactless jab at my routine during the second half of June. I hadn’t told my parents about my break-up with Eren yet and I probably wouldn’t tell them soon. Levi, who knew, was visibly uncomfortable right now, realising my father was unknowingly picking at an open wound.
“I’d usually say no, but we’re in the middle of nowhere and you might strangle me in my sleep without worrying about any witnesses so I’ll go with sure.” My tone dripped with sarcasm as the ebony-haired intern passed my bags to me and my father closed the trunk of the Audi with an expressive roll of his eyes. Knowing us and the current circumstances of us being stuck with each other for the six days to come, I almost pitied the intern as his position put him in the middle of a minefield and on each end of it stood a manipulative stubborn member of the Raven family. Still, there was no escaping now lest he decided to steal the Audi and risk not being stopped by random cops along the way back home.
We headed to the entrance of the hotel even though I felt the urge to rather call it an inn or a log cabin. Obviously, its location prevented it from being popular, seeing as the place wasn’t bustling with life. If it weren’t this big, I would’ve never actually gone in for fear a bloodthirsty serial killer was hiding in the basement. The doors were thick oak and Levi pushed at them, forearms flexing with a minor strain before my father’s foot aided the task. There was a loud cringe-inducing creak and a wave of cold air whipping us across the faces. The heat outside contrasted the icy gloom of the lobby and it took all three of us less than ten seconds, I would bet, to come to one and the same conclusion.
This shit is tree themed. I blinked in stupefaction at the interior as my father recovered from the shock first and approached the mahogany desk across from us. The walls were spruce, the small tables by the door were mahogany and the little chairs surrounding them were pine, with their legs carved into roots. The ceiling was walnut and the chandelier hanging from it took the form of a willow tree. The walls were adorned by a big assortment of tree pictures – and, tastefully or predictably enough, each frame was made of the tree it displayed. The mahogany desk in the lobby had stairs on both sides. There were narrow corridors to the left and right and I was trying to hide my bafflement. Levi’s eyes locked with mine – we could pretty well read on each other’s faces that we thought the place a tad bit ridiculous. Then he tilted his head forward and we soundlessly moved closer to my father.
“… the kitchen is to the right along with the bathroom. To the left, we have our dining room and library. Every room is respectively named to avoid confusion. The attic is strictly off-limits.” My eyes twinkled curiously at the warning. Levi nudged me with his elbow. “Your rooms are on the third floor, Mr Raven. I understand you’ve booked one with a queen-sized bed and another with a single-sized?” The woman’s voice was friendly and light but she was forcing too much familiarity, which made my brows twitch as she handed my father the keys after he nodded. Her brown hair was tied in a bun and her thin lips had a coat of nude lipstick on. The overall air she oozed was polite and plain and – how fitting – her eyes were the exact shade of the mahogany desk in front of her. I briefly wondered whether that had been a major factor in her employment. “I’m guessing the happy couple behind you gets the privilege of staying at our Mahogany Heaven?”
“Of course.” My father’s smile was strained – I was the only one who happened to notice it – and his response unusually quick. The receptionist nodded with a smile and I was left glaring at the back of my father’s head while Levi only sighed. We were used to getting called a couple at this point – I couldn’t see it happening any other way when we’d legitimately played lovers for the overall of a business week. “It’s a present, seeing as my daughter’s birthday is in five days.” The strained smile turned charming and, paired with his youthful features, made the receptionist briefly redden. We kept silent as the receptionist gave us a practised smile and my father wished her a good day before heading up the stairs to the right. Levi and I followed, armed with bags we’d been too proud to put down.
“So,” I started casually, “a couple?” I’d have his head if he weren’t my father. Obviously enough he’d been meant to stay at this Mahogany Heaven with my mother while I took the single-sized bed. Meanwhile, Levi would be marvelling at the strong sense of loneliness our house could instil. I’d have no qualms with leaving him alone there, seeing as my fears of him robbing us were long ago vanquished. At the same time, the current predicament made me ponder which option I would’ve picked if I’d been given a choice.
“You won’t be playing the part. It was just to prevent a misunderstanding.” Ah, because otherwise it would be boys against one girl and that seemed a bit weird. Of course. But on the inside, where each of us knew our respective role, it seemed weirder that we’d have to be presented as a couple yet again when our only supposed link was the man we travelled with. My father’s tone was awkward and his shoulders were tense. I snorted, rolled my eyes and purposefully bumped my suitcase with his.
“Not getting you tea in the mornings.” I whispered warningly as we arrived on the third floor and my father handed Levi the key to our room. The doors were right next to each other and our truce was still in power. That meant there would be no accidents or mishaps. Probably. Surely. Unless I was tempted by the idea of having popcorn in the solitude of the room we’d share for the upcoming days.
“Same goes for you.” He returned in the same manner whilst unlocking once my father was supposedly out of earshot. The rooms were assigned wrongly. Our roles, too. A couple for the receptionist and an intern and a daughter for my father. How entertaining we should be on a vacation together. I entered the room first, instantly dropping a comment about the play of pretend, to which the raven said nothing. We left our bags on each side of the queen-sized bed and I was plugging my phone charger as he opened the dark curtains with a bark pattern when my lips pursed in mild spite. One way or another, I’d be spending my birthday with him, as he’d originally intended. And I didn’t like it only because, well, I was a bit sharper than he might think since every time he thought I wasn’t looking, he regarded me with a gaze one aimed at a box with a FRAGILE stamp on it. This vacation might as well test how true that was.
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『you’re dating him but he’s not your bias���
reaction fic; NCT Dream
A/N: this is nct dream’s reaction to realizing your bias is not him (and you’re a couple). gender neutral, got way too deep at some points and was NOT meant to be this long. enjoy.
note that english is my second language and i speak mixing slang, accents and spellings from 3283928 places so i did notice there’s practice written with both s and c down there so
just dont mind it pls
also, today’s photo theme is dream looking cute in low quality shots.
𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), angst (❆), comedy (☼), crack (⍢).
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: lots of swearing, my tough love for the neos, one mention of cheating that doesn’t actually happen, a couple of mentions of alcohol and drinking, some violence hidden in metaphors, me being chaotic, it got a bit more angsty and darker than i intended, but we do have all happy endings.
word count: 6.8K
pairing: nct dream members x reader ( includes mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung)
disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.
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Mark
oh, poor baby
i feel like he would be a little heartbroken
just a little
not so much if it’s someone from dream, because they’re his little brothers, but if it’s one of his hyungs from 127 or wayv,,,,,
boy might cry
he’s not super dramatic about it or anything but i don’t see him as being super confident about himself
so he might think like
“do they think he’s cooler than me?”
and it’s silly, yes, he knows
but it’s just something that pops up in his mind sometimes when you bring him up
so for the sake of this fanfic let’s pretend you’re johnny biased
because gods know i am
at least when it comes to 127
mark would be divided into fanboying with you and being like “YO, HE’S THE COOLEST GUY ON EARTH OH MY GOD I’M SO GLAD YOU AGREE”
and
“a h”
<gives you a little tiny smile to cover up the sound of his heart breaking>
would constantly try to get closer to you when johnny is around, and just
showing off in little (kinda dumb) ways
complimenting you
being even more whipped than usual
like yes he’ll give you all of his watermelon slices just please don’t look at johnny like that again
i think johnny would kind of play into it with the whole “imma steal your s/o” thing
and he doesn’t do it to make mark jealous or hurt
we know he’d rather get hit by a train than ever actually upsetting his son on purpose
but we also know he’s johnny
cue “OH DUDE HE’S FLIRTING”
so yeah he might call you lil pet names (beautiful, cutie, you get it)
just to see you giggle
(and see your soul leave your body)
might say he’s taking you out for dinner when he’s just driving you to get more ice cream for a movie night with the gang lol
and winks
expect a lot of winks
anywhere and anytime
which makes mark sometimes feel like he’s intruding???
and that you appreciate johnny more than him???
he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can date him and still not have him as your bias
don’t you like, love him above everyone else or smth lol
his “showing off” phase eventually fades tho
now every time you hang you with the boys and johnny is around, he’ll be a bit more distant
he thinks he’s giving you space to interact with his friends but he’s just shying away from competing with one of his favourite people ever
and it’s a competition that Does Not Exist™
but he’s not 100% aware of that
and you’re not that dense
so ofc you notice
and you wait till you two are alone to talk to him, and he BEGRUDGINGLY admits that you being johnny biased makes him feel kinda small and unimportant
he’d never try to make you change your bias or anything
he just needs reminders that he’s your #1 boy sometimes
which is fine by you
and by him
cus now it’s you calling him pet names all the time
and hugging him
and kissing his cheek
and praising his work
and blowing kisses from across the room
and just telling him straight up that no matter what, you’ll always go to him
(not that you ever had any chance with johnny lmao)
THIS GOES TO SHOW COMMUNICATING IS KEY, CHILDREN
COMMUNICATE
Renjun
wym donghyuck is your bias lol
literally are you fucking kidding him
don’t get me wrong ok
everyone knows renjun loves haechan
they’re bffs and could not live without each other
but at the same time,,,
what is wrong with you
who did he choose as his s/o gods help him
if it was jeno, or mark, or jaehyun, or winwin, or kun, or lucas, or yuta, or taeyong, or ten, or,,,,
literally ANY of his other members
he’d understand your point and be like “ok fine”
but haechan???? hmmm bestie no
he’s not gonna throw a fit
not after the first time you told him anyways
HE WAS SURPRISED OKAY
and he just whined very loudly after having laughed for 5 minutes thinking it was a joke
<flashbacks of that one time he had to sing the ottoke song with haechan on weekly idol>
if you don’t know that iconic scene, renjun had a whole ass meltdown in 3 seconds while yelling “aAAAAAH JINJJAAAAA” and getting ready to punch the living shit out of hyuck
for no reason other than the fact that it’s haechan we’re talking about and injun’s little body is filled with rage
BACK ON TRACK
would probably try to act all cool about it and be like “i don’t mind” but bruh does he mind
and it doesn’t help that haechan is such a little shit about it
he doesn’t even flirt with you
he just
constantly reminds renjun that he’s your bias—not him—and then constantly praises himself over you
“ah, y/n~ did you choose me as your bias because i’m the best vocalist? or was it because i’m the best dancer? mAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY OH SO BROAD SHOULDERS—”
(pause for injun to punch him)
(unpaused)
and ok in the beginning it was funny seeing him all worked up but now it’s just annoying to be in the same room as these two
haechan won’t let either of you live
and renjun just wants to
fight
so it eventually gets to the point where you’ll talk to renjun and jeno will talk to hyuck cus even the other dreamies are tired of it
except maybe for chenle, he always laughs his ass off when they start bickering
ANYWAY
your conversation goes something like “oh my god renjun i’m literally dating you, i don’t like haechan better or anything you little pile of fury”
while jeno sits hyuck down in front of him and jaemin and just
“bro why are you like this”
“bro”
no but renjun would apologize for going overboard with his protectiveness and jealous energy because he’s not generally like that
he’s angry all the time but never about something involving you, you know
he tries his best to treat you like the royalty you are
but something about hyuck being your bias makes him feel a bit like a castaway???
he’s very creative and as an artsy kid myself i know we’re very prone to feeling left out because we’re just different from the others
so he’d think maybe haechan really has a better voice
or better dancing skills
or he looks better
he is taller than injun after all, and has broader shoulders, and his hair is all fluffy and—
the whole thing just made him insecure about things he had settled with himself long ago
he was fine with being him
but not so much when it came to that
i don’t think you two would fight over it cus tbh i think renjun would really only get with someone who can be very understanding of him
and i think hyuck would actually apologize to renjun too
not when everyone’s around but like, maybe after dinner or something and he just needs to feel like they’re besties again
hyuck never meant for things to get out of control
he just really likes both injun and you as his friends, and aside from skinship his most prominent love language is,,,
teasing
he was really just trying (very poorly) to grow closer to the person his best friend loves so much—you—because renjun is SUCH a big part of his life it would just feel wrong to not be good friends with you as well
don’t tell them i said this but they hug it out
injun strikes me as someone that could take a bit of time to bounce back from something that hurt his pride or his sense of belonging
and his way of healing and bonding is just,,,
art
sure, keep being haechan biased, but also please read with him
and talk about his fantastic animal creations
and watch those buzzfeed unsolved alien theory videos because he really wants to discuss it and maybe even draw what he thinks the aliens look like
hyuck tones it down, you make sure renjun knows you like him for him, renjun starts to (secretly) appreciate hyuck’s talent along with you...
and now let’s take a moment to imagine the minute you watch their latest mv with injun by your side
and yes okay the first thing you see is CLEARLY how good renjun looks because holy fucking shit he’s an angel (and i’m clearly not renjun biased)
but then,,,,,,
wAS THAT A HAECHAN HIGH NOTE
(there’s always a haechan high note, just look for it)
and ok maybe he did scream a bit with you because of how good it all sounded
and you know what, it works out perfectly bc you two are my new otp and you were meant for each other
but we do have to mention the eventual happening of chenle saying like “oOoOoOoH y/N wErE yOu dRoOliNg oVeR hAeChAn AgAiN” after a special stage
and then you, injun and hyuck all attempt to choke him
i’m kidding
or not
Jeno
ah, lee jeno
aka samoyed boi
yes i do call him that no i will not stop
everyone is always writing jeno as being super protective and literally about to burst a lung if someone else ever does as much as look at you
but i just
don’t see him that way
he’s a taurus and from what i know about taurus they can be v v jealous, yes, but they mainly seek comfort
so he’s fine with you biasing jaemin
as long as you’re not ditching him or anything lol
and ok, imma be 100% honest here even if it sounds like literal no fun (jenojaem wink wonk)
jaemin doesn’t flirt with you
not any more than he flirts with
every other breathing creature
ever
he’s really only platonically interested in you, never remotely romantic or anything lol
on the other side, he is in love with jeno
basically, if jaemin is your bias, jeno is his
so nothing really changes
we know how nomin are, okay
they hold hands, they stare deeply into each other eyes, they nearly kiss at least once every time they go live
it's just them
you gotta respect it bruh
i know this is the most boring reaction ever so let’s create the one (1) instance where jeno would actually dislike that you bias someone else
i think he would feel a bit hurt if you seemed to be more supportive of jaemin’s work than his
and it’s not something big or on purpose
it’s just something like going with him to a recording session but not going with jeno because you have homework
or after a very busy practise day going to praise jaemin first
even if it’s just three words
“you did good”
and then you’re going towards him, he’s gonna feel like maybe he doesn’t deserve your praise as much as nana????
i actually feel like, among the dreamies, jeno is the least confident one when it comes to his performance
he knows he’s not an awful rapper or anything but i think it can be a bit too much, being around such bright and huge presences like the others while his nickname literally means “no fun”
his members are just so loud and full of energy most of the time
and sometimes he just really needs to be quiet and observe in silence
(yes i do know he’s chaotic and a crackhead, i’m just saying as we know he can be a bit introspective)
so what if you just
stopped seeing him?
did he become invisible to you?
did you finally fall for jaemin’s beautiful smile and stupid pick-up lines?
he’s not gonna let it show that he’s affected, though
earth signs are nearly always the ones to “stay strong” because we have this image that people are relying on us???
so we do what we do
bottle everything up and overwork ourselves bc we only got two modes
1. chill, super balanced and down to earth (ay for the pun)
2. please make us take a break we’re literally about to cry if we work for one more minute but we can’t allow ourselves to fucking take it easy
so yes you’ve guessed correctly, we’re going with 2
jeno is going to go so, SO hard on everything he does
literally every single activity you can think of from dance practice to photoshoots to cooking for the dreamies
he stays up later than usual to get that one tricky move in the choreo just right
he works out more because he thinks he has to look absolutely perfect for when they shoot the mv
jisung asked for ramen? he’s making it but you bet your ass he’s spending over 40 minutes just chopping so
many
vegetables
AND STUFF THAT JISUNG WON’T EVEN EAT
but he’s doing it anyway for the reason being that it just has to be the Best™
and it’s not like he’s competing with anyone else to be diligent
this is just about being better than he was and showing himself—and maybe you—how painstakingly hardworking and driven he can be
maybe then you’re gonna acknowledge him as much as you acknowledge nana :((
:(((((
writing this is making me downright sad, jeno is so underrated and unaware of his power UGH
and i need to point out this is NOT about making you change your bias from jaemin to him, this is solely about having you recognize his efforts, even if you already do
if you just thought jeno was like going off in work because it was asked of him to, jaemin would DEF notice and talk to you about it
turns out it’s a habit of jeno to go extra hard sometimes and he needs someone to make him take a break
so it goes down like you breaking into the practice room when jeno and jisung were practising
the first reaction is confusion
the second is oh hey babe how are you
third is
a-are you dragging jeno and his bag out of the door while screeching at jisung to order pizza and doughnuts for everyone??
yes you are and i’m proud of you
so jeno is still confused and making those cute “hUh” noises he does omg i love him so much
and you’re just rambling about how much of an amazing artist he is, and you love his voice, and he’s a fantastic dancer, and his expressions and gestures are on point, and he takes such good care of the dreamies and
he’s perfect
and he knows jaemin must have talked to you, and he feels so vulnerable to have you know how on edge he’s been
baby boy just needs some rest
and that’s exactly what you give him, with a bath full of those fancy bath bombs and flower petals and candles at your house/apt
then a quick sheet mask while you massage his shoulders and keep saying how much you genuinely admire him
the mask might be ruined cus he started crying out of exhaustion
after that’s been done and you’ve hugged for at least like 5 min nonstop, you head over to the dorms, where hyuck was in charge of setting up a blanket fort while mork and nana gather board games, jisung gets the food and chenle
well chenle just had to make sure jisung doesn’t forget to order for someone and doesn’t break like 10 plates trying to set the table lol
this is way longer than the others so imma wrap it up
make it obvious and loud that you see and respect jeno’s hard work and he’ll be alright again
and maybe make those game nights a weekly thing when possible, it would make him very happy
he’ll never again feel sad when you praise jaemin cus now he’s sure he does enough, and above all, he is enough
Haechan
haechan = full sun
why would you ever bias someone when you’re dating the goddamned sun
does not understand
but also does not care that much
actually, one out of two really depending on who your bias is
if it’s one of the members he has that tom/jerry relationship with, prepare for so
much
complaining
and clinging
AND HE’D BE SO LOUD OH MY FUCKING GOD
donghyuck please stop screaming about doyoung not deserving to be your baby’s bias, it’s 2 am
on the other hand, if it’s one of the (few) members he,,,
adores with all of his heart and is not afraid to show it
ex: sungchan, jaehyun, taeil and yang2x
then you can bet he’s going to be right beside you whenever you feel like throwing a fit because he’s just so handsome and talented
IF IT’S MARK OSHDISJD
i’m going to write you as being mark biased ok? ok
i honestly don’t know if he’d feel more jealous of mark or of you
he loves you both
a lot,,,,
and he really doesn’t like it when mark blushes when you compliment him
and he doesn’t like it when mark literally just walks past you and you trip over your feet because bro tf u doing, that’s some embarrassing shit
lowkey done with you two
but also PAY HIM SOME ATTENTION
or don’t, he’s fine either way (cue crossed arms and staring at you from across the room until you come give him a kiss)
“he’s pretty cute but i’m cuter right baby”
pouty pouty pouty if he ever feels neglected
will be so fucking annoying lmao i can’t write haechan, i love him but i do understand why renjun is always trying to beat him up
he’d be a show-off in a different way than mark because he can be so petty
will take every chance he gets to pull a one-liner
will sing everything he has to say just so you know he can hit those high notes
what do you mean dream doesn’t have a schedule today
oh man, he could swear they did
because that is the sole reason why he’s wearing his most expensive clothes and shoes + makeup to walk around the dorms, yes
no he doesn’t want to impress you
shut up
will text you like every single fancam he sees on twitter
every
single
one
and are they mark’s?
lol no, they’re his
he is so genuinely trying to make you a member of his sunflower cult
<whispers> “tell me i’m your bias”
“donghyuck what the actual hell why are you standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night like a fucking demon child”
he really wants to act all cool and composed but he wants to be your bias so fucking bad
he’s a bad bitch all around and just does whatever
cus haechan privilege
and he tends to not care about what people say and think???
bc he knows he’s lee donghyuck
he’s fully aware of the effect he has on people
but you
not biasing him
naw, he can’t take it
will do anything and everything he can to make you say, JUST ONE TIME, he’s your bias
then you can go back to loving (his) mark
so for your sake, for his sake, for mark’s sake
just give donghyuck what he wants
i can promise he’ll keep being an ass no matter what you do
like yeah did you just buy him coffee and his favourite cake? well that’s sweet but iS HE YOUR BIAS YET
“aw babe thanks so much for taking a bullet for me but now please say i’m your bias”
if you still don’t do it, it’s time to be extra petty
will actually drop you for mark
his logic is something like: he can’t be your bias? pity, so he’s just gonna date him instead
and mark is mark so he has no idea what’s going on
everyone in 127 and dream finds this absolutely hilarious cus suddenly donghyuck seems to be doing his best to win over mark’s heart and i mean more than usual???? and he’s treating you like his bro????
<you leaving the dorms to go to uni or smth so you go to hyuck for a goodbye kiss> “no can do, i’m committed”
“i’m your partner”
“no that’s mark”
it’s not 100% a joke when i say i can see him getting down in one knee to propose to mark while making eye contact with you to
assert his dominance
and mark is just
“dude
what HAHAHA”
and you are so done, i’m so sorry you have to go through that bby
i don’t think there’s another way to fix haechan other than just admitting he was your bias for an era, or a comeback or something
like yeah with the other dreamies before him it’s bonding + healing time bc i wrote it all kinda angsty (lol sorry) but with donghyuck
no
“will you stop this if i say you were my bias during reload era”
“mark wasn’t in dream that era tho”
“yes i know”
i say he’s gonna take what he can get and now things can finally go back to normal
with the exception that something else comes along with hyuck being satisfied with you biasing him
he just has a full pass to fanboy over mark now too
what am i talking about?
new 127 mv is out
you: watching it beside haechan and going off about how pretty mark looks
him: going off even harder bc he’s whipped too
this is what a happy couple looks like
but now i pity mark because he has you two idiots fanboying over him irl
savemork2021
Jaemin
nana is just such a chill and fun guy
i can’t see him being actually jealous or anything if he finds out you bias someone else
and so the two of you become insufferable together
bitch, i’m telling you
he (ur bias) is not gonna have one peaceful day ever again in his entire life
cus you know the thing jaemin does where he just looks at someone doing some random shit and goes “oOoOoH sExY”
yes that thing
he’s doing it to your bias
and you’re doing it too
and your bias probably wants to run away to some very far away land
PLEASE IF IT’S JISUNG
i’m not gonna write this whole thing as if you bias him but let’s just imagine
two fully grown people
pilling on top of poor, poor park jisung playing games on his phone
“URI JISUNGIEEEEEE
MWOYA, MWOYAAAA~"
i genuinely think he would avoid being around you two at the same time
cus individually he can handle it
like yes y/n please let me go this hug has lasted for about 4 minutes now
or oh hi jaemin hyung my cheeks hurt when you pinch them that hard
but when you two are together
bruh
a power couple not bc you two are v confident or some shit but bc you can and will be extremely affectionate towards anyone that comes too close
and now let’s talk about how it would be if you biased jaehyun
jaemin loves jaehyun
they’re 2jae
2jae are soulmates
therefore,,,, it’s also kinda hellish but in a different way???
bc 2jae are on the end of that spectrum about the neos that know how in love the entire world is with them
they’re too powerful
they’re aware of their charm and they do everything they can to rub it in our faces
so the flirting between 2jae and you would be insane
and i mean insane
insane as in even johnny is kinda disgusted tbh bc
they’re doing a photo shoot with the 23 of them for some shit, idk don’t ask me
and of course, you had to tag along
but oh my god you three, please stop calling each other sexy/hot in weird voices now, the staff is staring
there are def rumours the 3 of you are a poly couple lmao
jaehyun denies everything on social media (throwback to saying “no way lol” when we asked if he REALLY slept in the same bed as jungwoo)
but every piece of content there is of you and jaemin or you and jaehyun or just them is so ridiculously flirty
you can bet there are compilations on youtube like
“y/n being in love with 2jae for 8 minutes heterosexual”
ok i was having way too much fun with that, moving on
i don’t think he’d ever be actually upset about you biasing someone else
he trusts you and treasures you a lot so he doesn’t see the problem in you also appreciating another one of his members
bc gods know he does
he’s a bit in love with everyone so why shouldn’t you be too lol
one time he would feel a bit blue because of it???
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
i think it’s possible he’d turn pouty or whiny or just kinda needy (not in a bad way, he just misses you) when he’s like
done with people
and needs some time away from everything
we know he’s an introvert, even if he acts very, very loud around the boys and it’s honestly just a matter of time until an introvert grows tired of being around humans
it depends on each person, of course, but there’s a 99% chance every once in a while he’ll start to feel too drained
and he’ll need a break to get his energy back
jaemin would probably want you around even when he feels like that, though
i see you being such a big source of comfort for him in a relationship
he enjoys taking care of people so please take care of him too
and for just this one day don’t talk about your bias that much, or don’t leave nana to go over to him to chat
and just cuddle him a lot
that will make him a smiley baby again
and then things are back to how they normally are
and by that i mean most neos hiding from you because they’re scared
i don’t have a lot to say aside from that so let’s think about the neos that would be the most intimidated by your shared thot aura
dotae would be confused in different ways lol
taeyong would be just ????????????blush/awkward smile/hahaha??????
and doyoung might actually ask what is wrong with you
<points to jeno and his s/o> “why can’t you be like them”
mark would laugh-scream and slap his knee into oblivion whenever you two are cornering him
but then go super shy and be like “dUDE DON’T DO THAT”
resident confident gay jungwoo would rejoice in the attention and make so many goddamned jokes
a literal comedian i love him
i think sicheng and renjun would be on the same wavelength of repugnance towards you lol
chenle would deadass call you weird and tell you to leave him alone
shotaro and kun might faint (or kun will panic-scold you)
taeil is as confused by affection as usual (have you seen the face he makes when haechan kisses him LMFAO he’s smiling but like wondering wtf happened on the inside)
ten is not very amused but might play into it
yangyang: that’s disgusting, man (cue flashbacks to that live with renjun after the from home stage where renjun pretended to lick his hand and slick his hair back,,, catboy injun,,, you know the one)
xiaojun and hendery are such panicked gays they just turn to stare at whoever else is around and make that “help” expression like they’re on the office
haechan is haechan, kinda doesn’t mind it
jeno is used to dealing with this at this point
lucas and yuta love the attention but while yuta will flirt right back lucas is just gonna smile and try to jop his way out of there while screaming
sungchan will go hide behind haechan and say “hyung they’re being dumbasses again”
this turned into ‘how would nct react to you and jaemin being super flirty together’ and i’m not sorry
Chenle
chenle is so fun to write i love him lmao
okay so
he doesn’t strike me as the possessive type with anyone other than jisung (bc i swear he can be a bit jelly towards his bestie but i think it comes with sungie being the sweetest bean ever, he’s just protective)
he’s such a ray of sunshine and witty jokes and dolphin laughter i love him
back to the plot
he literally couldn’t care less about you biasing someone else
b u t
i will say there’s an exception
this exception is tall, kinda lanky, very awkward and born on the 5th of february
you’ve guessed it, it’s jisung
i think most of the time he’d tease THE SHIT out of you for it because c’mon
you had 22 chances not to mess up
and you still somehow ended up biasing jisung? lol do better next time
and this is not me and chenle hating on jisung, please—
he’d just find it funny that your bias is his best friend and
hold the fuck up
your bias is his best friend
oH NO NO NO NO NO
i think after realizing that he would lowkey try to keep you two apart because he’s somehow jealous of both????
and if he can’t help it then you can bet your ass he will be screaming all along
it’s his sweet, dummy jisung
with his sweeter and dummier y/n
what is he going to do
probably has a mini-breakdown with kun because like he’s always wanted you two to get along bUT NOT LIKE THAT
kun will just sigh like the tired father he is and pet his back while saying “there, there”
and a genius idea is going to come to chenle’s mind
you know the teasing thing?
well it’s upgrade time
he’s gonna turn into such a try-hard with tmi and embarrassing shit you two have done
and he’s not trying to stop you from being friends
he just wants you to like
know who you’re befriending
bc i think since he’s really really close to jisung, he doesn’t want you getting closer to him bc you like his idol side alone
and he doesn’t want jisung getting close to you just because you’re his partner either
if you had high hopes for each other and ended up kinda falling face-first into the ground bc it was nothing like you had imagined—
he’d be so broken
because he loves you so much :((((
so like, if you can get past the teasing and annoying barrier he’s putting up, he’ll be more than happy to have two of the most important people in his life being buddies
so get ready for it
if you’re the type of person to go batshit crazy when you drink, oh boy, oh boy
so you and the dreamies are just having dinner when lele feels like it’s the perfect time to disclose some of your drunken adventures
“hey y/n”
“yeah babe?”
“remember that time you got really really drunk on vodka and candy and wanted to call your mom”
“chenle the hell don’t talk ab—”
“but then you tried using the microwave as a phone”
“...”
“...”
“or that other time you were equally as drunk and watched the make a wish mv and cried because you noticed the height difference between xiaojun hyung and lucas hyung”
yeah so now’s the part you get up to chase him around the dorms and try to land a kick
BUT WORRY NOT, HE’LL MAKE SURE TO EMBARRASS JISUNG JUST AS MUCH
he likes doing that when it’s just the three of you though
so picture this
movie night the girls boys
chenle would 100% pick the most terrifying horror movie he can find so that he could see jisung clinging to whoever’s closest to him
and then right before a jumpscare, he’d whisper like
“jisung”
“w-what”
“why don’t you do that thing you were doing while you slept last night”
(honestly, i’d be mildly scared if i heard lele say this with no context at all)
and then the jumpscare happens and jisung is nearly fainting and crying at the same time
but chenle is laughing
and trying to get out what he wants to tell you between wheezes
“he-he” <dolphin wheeze> “hE WAS SINGING CHEER UP BY TWICE WHILE SLEEPING” <more wheezes>
and look this is just gonna go on for weeks until you and jisung are over it
and stop being weird and awkward around each other
lele needs you two to be bros ok
so be bros
once you do adapt to being pals with your bias i think chenle would take the teasing down a notch just to make you more comfortable
and like he’s so happy now the three of you can hang out and there’s just no tension
happy chenle is the thing i love the most i swear to gods
and if you don’t adapt to it?
well,,,
i honestly think he’d be pretty disappointed, cus it means to him one of you isn’t ready to fully embrace the weirdness within????
and like what u scared of
jisung is a weirdo, what about it, so are you
either that or he’d think you’re maybe being judgemental
so yeah please accept jisungie and your dumbass boyfriend
then everyone can be besties
i love thinking about the three of you as just this hellbound chaotic trio
because chenji already wreak havoc wherever they go as the two of them
but now that you’re coming along,,,,
no neo would escape from your pranks ever again (and even members of other groups lmfao watch out sehun, i’m talking to you)
and it’s so incredible infuriating in a good way that it just turns to be endearing
you’re cute as fuck so no one gets actually mad with the shit you pull????
which is dangerous, someone should really keep an eye out on the three of you
we don’t need sm to be on fire
well we kinda do cus they’re pretty bad but not my point
i said somewhere above that chenle would tone the teasing down but i don’t mean he’d stop
bc c’mon guys
he’s chenle
no limits here
but sorry, i really cannot write jealous!chenle cus his heart is just too pure and filled with joy for him to be jealous for real
last scenario?
chenle after a comeback stage: ya y/n, i was gonna ask how was my performance today but you were probably more focused on jisung’s arms right
jisung is choking on water somewhere behind you
Jisung
it’s maknae time <plays i.n’s maknae on top>
i don’t mean to picture jisung as being like
ridiculously innocent or just downright naive because i really dislike it when people do that
he’s a literal 19 yo and jaemin himself has said he’s not as innocent as we think lol
however
i do see him as being quite new to all things love
i think you’d probably be his first partner and with first relationships comes a lot of other firsts
first kiss maybe, first time holding hands, first time being jealous….
first time being jealous, yes, focus on that
i don’t think jisung would be aware that like
you not biasing him is even a possibility
cuz you’re dating
doesn’t that come along????
ah poor baby i love him
if you biased chenle i think he’d be just
disgusted and weirded out but okay?? you do you i guess???
he’s comfortable enough with lele to not feel intimidated
but if it’s another member
ESPECIALLY one of the oldest ones
i think it would be a blow straight to his confidence
you biasing ten, kun, taeil, taeyong, doyoung or johnny and maybe yuta would make him feel a bit hesitant and concerned
his first thought would probably be that you don’t like being with someone as young as him
and who knows, maybe you’re even younger than him, maybe you’re the same age, but what if you actually like older guys??
what about him then???
and jisung doesn’t mean to feel so worried and insecure, ok, pls understand where i’m coming from
first relationships normally take like a very long time to build trust and acceptance of the other person’s feelings bc it’s literally a whole new world for you
and that goes extra hard for jisung because he is so fucking whipped for you it’s still hard to believe you like him as much
and it absolutely does not cross his mind that you’d cheat on him with your bias, GODS NO
he really respects you and his hyungs
so no, never
that’s not a thing that can happen
but you realize you’re too good for him and maybe see he doesn’t fit your ideal type?
well, yes, that’s what he’s thinking
probably goes straight to chenle or renjun (he talks about renjun so much asjahj) to vent and ask for advice
i think they’d be surprised to see what’s going on inside his pretty little head because it’s so obvious for everyone that you just adore jisung
and they do tell him that
however, i don’t think it would completely calm his nerves, and again, this has nothing to do with not trusting you
it’s just that
his hyungs are so cool…
HE CAN’T HELP IT OK
would probably try to mirror your bias (i’m saying it’s taeyong for the sake of what i’ve imagined ok) and like
grasp onto some of his qualities?
so in his mind taeyong is: nice, sweet, caring, amazing, perfect, smart, perfect, sexy, mature and did i mention perfect
i can see him trying some new rap styles that mimic tyong’s a bit???
like would lowkey learn his raps from cherry bomb and superm’s one and listen to recordings frequently to pick up on how taeyong does it
i think he’d also just change the way he acts in general to dodge a bit from his maknae image
so now he tries to speak with a more formal-ish language and learns random facts about things you like to seem more intelligent???
“good morning y/n, you look as beautiful as one of voiello’s paintings today :]”
“wait i thought that was a pasta brand”
he’s just trying to show you he can be mature and serious if you want him to
long story short, he’s not acting like himself (not that he’s childish, he’s just out of it) and you don’t like it, so you ask about it and wait for him to feel comfortable with sharing
when he does talk about it breaks your heart so much :((
you’re going to need some patience to try and show him you’d choose him, and not your bias, even if you had the chance
they’re completely different people and you love him BECAUSE he’s jisung, not for any other reason
please reassure him so he can go back to acting like his authentic self, i think it would be such a relief for him too
your words and affection are obviously enough for him, but if it ever happens that he feels especially low and insecure again, it would help if your bias talks to him too
and taeyong wouldn’t have a problem with it
actually, scratch that, taeyong probably knew what was going on all along
he just has that motherly 7th sense (ay) that is even more acute with the dreamies cus like
127 has him, wayv has kun, but dream has…
the dreamies
and that, my friend, is terrifying
anyway he’d come to talk to jisung asking like “what’s wrong buddy :(“ and sungie would be a bit ashamed because it sounds so silly when you say it out loud
of course tyong wouldn’t judge him, and he just really has to tell jisung what is it you and he are always talking about
it’s him
“when they come around to talk and hang out here it all goes back to you, jisungie. they can’t spend one second without mentioning your name
it’s so cute; it’s always like ‘oh jisung would love this’ or ‘jisung likes it that way’
so please be kinder to yourself and let yourself see that they’re in love with you, not with me and not with any other member they ever mention”
jisung would feel 10000000% better
and smiley
and giggly
and oh my god do you really talk about him that much
LOOK HE’S BLUSHING
would just go over to your house immediately and hug you, burying his face on your neck from behind you
and not let go
ever again
the whole situation just teaches him a lot about accepting your love for him and not questioning it
shut up i’m not crying
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final notes: this was my first work after the humanity series and it was so fun lol i think next up is probs gonna be an ideal type scenario for ot23 (but if i really write it i’m gonna post it by subunit and its gonna be way shorter than this, don’t expect 23K words at once lmao)
if you’ve enjoyed this fic please consider reading my humanity series, which is a zombie apocalypse au with kun <3
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A/N: Okay so I know I was supposed to upload yesterday but long story short, universe said “no❤” Lots of period pain, family issues and minor accident later, I am posting this today. It’s my first time writing any kind of fanfiction content and it had to be smut. LMAO the audacity sheesh. Anyway, this is not good writing.(3/10. would not recommend) but if you do read feel free to point out mistakes and give me more writing tips. I want to write more and I already have a few ideas and plots.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Word Count: 2608
Warning: Curse words and filthy sex with a side of feels. bruh Jason Todd tied on a fucking chair. That’s right. YOu know rough stuff and 3 AM horny.
Requested: yep, sorta tweaked it. Hope you still like it dear anon :)
Summary: Jason Todd wanted to be in this position, tied up and teased. Wanted to be taken care of in his own way that involves dirty talking, chairs, aphrodisiacs and a lot of sex.You are just the person who is going to take care of him ;)
“You do realize that once we do this, there is no going back to normal”
“Baby, there has never been anything normal about us” and with knowing smirk Jason tipped his shot glass filled with sketchy alien aphrodisiacs in your direction and gulped it all at once.
You followed shortly after and everything that followed was blur or rather a bliss, you couldn’t tell. The aphrodisiacs had worked, maybe a little too well. With the newfound strength, you pushed Jason back in a nearby chair.
“Sit. Stay” you commanded. Fastening the pre-existent chains on the said chair, the urge to rip off not only your own clothes but Jason’s as well was stronger than ever.
You stood in front of him, his eyes raked over your poised body wanting nothing but to touch you and fuck you till you collapsed. You could see the lust in his eyes and you wanted nothing more than to act out all his fantasies but this was about him.
You leaned in and rested your face on his forehead, lips barely touching. He leaned in to close the gap but you stepped back just to be out of his reach. How he’d strain his whole body against the chair to kiss you but you didn’t want that, no. You wanted raw emotion, needy moans and most of all, him. You held his chin and made him look up at you.
“Let me make you feel good baby.” You whispered in his ear and tugged on his earlobe making him let out a grunt. You pulled away with a smirk on your face climbing onto his lap and wasting no time, you attached lips to his. You were used to this, the rush and aggression that often left you wanting for more. The way he’d claim your mouth with his tongue and make you feel so weak just like that. Your hand found its way into his hair and tugged it back making him moan and giving you the time to bite down on his lip. The other hand started exploring his broad chest which was already straining against the button down he wore. Letting go of each others lips, panting for air you worked on his shirt too aroused to think right, you ripped it open. You spread both your hands on his broad chest and let your hands explore the known scars. Your mouth now attached to his jaw, sucking on his sweet spot making him roll his eyes to the back of his head with soft whimpers. You moved down to his Adam’s apple. Grazing the sensitive skin with your teeth. He was breathing heavy, his gruff voice barley above a whisper. Without wasting a second, you attached your lips to his nipples
You could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his jeans and right onto your pussy.
“Don’t fucking tease me, baby girl” Jason growled and let his head fall back on the head rest of the chair. He loved the feeling of your pussy. No matter where or how it was. He wanted you, all of you.
You lifted your face off his chest to look at your work. Satisfied with wet mess on his right peck.
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” you grinned and started sucking on his collarbone leaving marks.
“Shut up” he managed to mummer out between the wave of pleasure he was experiencing. You could feel him vibrating, leaving his collarbone you trailed your tongue from his neck to cheekbones, your hands held his face as an attempt to resist his movement, your mouth trailed along his sharp features, leaving open mouthed kisses along the left side of his face and stopped right at the corner of his mouth, with such innocence you could only whisper 2 words “Make me.”
Jason felt those two words go right to his cock. Not only he was hard, his cock was throbbing. His dominant side wanted to break the restraints and fuck you on that chair. His hands trembling to feel your body against him so he could hold you down and shove his cock right in your pussy. The thoughts made his cock leak and way you kept grinding down on his hard on made him want it more.
You knew Jason and his alpha nature and also knew that the restraints would not hold him down. But you also knew how badly Jason would want to punish you for being a brat and that’s exactly what you did.
Whilst Jason was in his thought you got up from his lap, already missing the feel of your favourite spot and took a step back from him only to be met by a gorgeous sight.
You let your eyes wonder from top to bottom. Jason was in restraints. His raven hair was matted across his stunning face. You could see the marks you left on his body, going from his chest to collarbone to jaw. His lips, swollen and slightly apart, breathing heavy. His chest was heaving and glistened with sweat and your saliva. But what made you want to throw your control out of the window was his cock. Oh, sweet lord, you could never get used to how big he was and how you loved it when he used your holes, all of them knowing that he hits just the right spots. You could see the wet spot on his dark jeans. His pre cum, and you fucking loved it. He had let you put him in that position because he trusts you to take care of him and that’s what you had planned.
He whined at the lost contact. He was angry. The best kind of angry. The kind where he’d fuck you till you passed out.
“Once I am out of this chair you are going to regret this. I am going to fucking ruin you.” He growled out.
“Oh, I am sure I will.” You winked at him, clearly enjoying the show. You took a few steps back and stumbled on the coffee table. Perfect.
“Eyes on me, Todd” You said in a sultry voice and sat on the edge of the table. You knew his gaze would never leave you but damn he loved when you were vocal.
You slowly removed the t shirt you had been wearing only to show Jason what you’d been wearing under for all this time. It was a red silk set that matched his vigilante colours. The groan that left his body was an approval to you. Adding a bit more to the already sex laden air, you spread your legs. You were wet, cross that, dripping. The red silk had turned dark.
“Fucking hell” Jason swore. “You are dripping” he stated with a teasing voice. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you already are fucking dripping”
“Let’s fix that then, shall we?” with Jason’s head jerked. Finally, he was going to feel you against him but he was wrong and so fucking glad about it. What he saw was mesmerizing, you spread apart your legs and removed your bra letting it fall on the floor. You lightly grazed your nipples and they hardened instantly. Taking both your nipples between your fingers you started pulling and tugging. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. The fact that Jason was watching made you feel hotter and you absentmindedly started moving your hips to grind down on the coffee table.
Jason was a mess. He was watching you touch yourself like he does, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and the goose bumps you get under his touch. He wanted you, so badly. He wanted to be the one who put you in the hazy pleasure stage.
“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours” His voice boomed through the room and you snapped out of your aroused state. You looked at the glorious needy mess that he was. Instead of replying to his comment you took your hand off your nipple and stuck two fingers in your mouth looking directly into his eyes. You heard him swear softly. The act had done a number on him.
Making sure to never break the eye contact you gently dragged your wet spit covered fingers across your body and stopped right on your pussy. Not being touched and the aphrodisiacs had made you so sensitive that bit down on your lip. You wanted to acknowledge Jason and his desperation to touch himself and you but you were so lost in your own world.
Your muscle memory kicked in, you spread your legs farther, slowly moving your fingers along your clit. The soft whimpers you let out of your mouth made Jason squirm on his chair. Wanting more you slipped the fingers in your dripping pussy. You felt your walls close on your two fingers but they weren’t enough. You started pumping yourself, fucking yourself in front of him, for him. Your body knew what you needed; two fingers became three. You were used to Jason’s cock but your three fingers plummeting in and out of you drove you over the edge and that’s when you felt it.
“FUCK FUCK JASON FUCK” you moaned his name as you felt your walls clench, you pinched your swollen nipples as your breathing got heavier. Just like a rush you let go. Moaning his name in a daze and still fingering your pussy through the first of many orgasms on the night.
Jason watched. He watched you finger yourself like he did, he watched you cum while you moaned his name like a prayer. He has smelled the air, the sweet scent of you making him loose his mind. He was on the verge of sobbing hell. Begging for a taste of you. But he knew if he gave in, you’d keep him there for hours.
“Look what a mess you made” he hissed at the sudden contact. Without a second thought you had taken his swollen tip in your mouth. Jason moaned, and the sounds he made were a melody to your ears. There was no way you could have fit all his 9 inches in your throat but you cleaned him up. Feeling your mouth on him, he started to thrust upwards in your throat but you let him go with a pop.
“You filthy brat, so needy so fucking needy, all it took were three fingers for you cum like that, huh? Like a fucking whore, but that wasn’t enough for you was it? You want more, don’t you?” with each passing word you started coming down from your high and wanting Jason more than ever. “Next time you cum moaning out my name, it better be when I’m fucking you into oblivion.”
You don’t remember walking towards him or undoing his belt but you do remember his cock, how he had cum undone.
He wanted more and seeing you spread out on your knees with strings of saliva and his cum dripping from your swollen lips made his cock twitch.
“I love the sounds you make for me, Babyboy but what I love more is you thinking you are in-charge here” you got off your knees and took off your last piece of clothing.
“I give orders around here honey and I decide how I get you fuck you” and straddled him again, he opened his mouth to retort back at you but you were quick to stuff his pretty mouth with your soaked panties. He moaned at the taste. So obscene, so raw and to add to his overflow to pleasure you started grinding your wet cunt against him. Your hole was so wet a proper angle would have had you impaled on his cock.
“Such pretty noises put a pornstar to shame Jason.” With very word you kept grinding on him, harder and faster.
“You know what I want Jason?” you looked him in the eye with lust and need “I want you to stretch me out, until I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me like you hate me” He couldn’t take it anymore, he was babbling with your panties in his mouth, he thrusted into you, at least he tried to. A few tears slipped as he knew you had the control.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full Jay, you want to cum, don’t you? You want me to take care you, right baby?” You cooed at him. One last time before you’d your control slip.
He nodded at you with his eyes brimming with tears and he shook beneath you.
“Mine”
You let go. Raising yourself and lining your dripping cunt with his still hard cock, you slammed onto him. The impact was a bliss, both of you were moaning. He felt so good, so big inside you. You loved how he stretched you out so nice. Jason fucking sent it. He was on cloud 9. Never had he ever came in his pants and never he thought he could cum this fast but the way you arched your back and gave a full display of your sweaty tits, oh how he wanted to suck on them and he did. With your panties still in his mouth he tasted your hard and swollen nipple mixed with your juices.
His mouth on yours made you weak and the way you called out his name and how he was so desperate for you made you bounce harder on him. You were both so overstimulated and wanted a release,
“Such a good boy for me, hMPH FUCK” Your hands in his hair pushing him into your chest. “So close fuck Jason what a fucking sight” words didn’t make sense to you. All you knew was how fucked out Jason looked under you and how you were going to cum. And you body followed right after as you let your second orgasm take over and fell apart right on his cock still inside your pussy.
You felt the aphrodisiatic high leave your body but Jason wasn’t done. He fucked you through your orgasm. He felt your body go limp and fucking went for it. Thrusting upward into your gripping pussy that as spread over him. He was going to break you into two. You knew it. He knew it. Putting your hands on his shoulder for support you let him torture your leaky cunt.
“fuck fuck fuck “you swore with each thrust “Just like that fuck, yes Jason. oh fuck, fuck.” His thrusts stronger than ever and his cock pulsing, waiting to release. You were sure his cock was messing with your brain because the only words you could say were “fuck” “Jason” and “harder” he was close and your words were an encouragement to him.
“Cum inside me. Fucking shit Jason, fill me up” you screamed one last time and he did, like a good boy he had cum for you.
You were both panting, the aphrodisiacs out of your systems were overtaken by soreness and tired.
You were resting your head shoulder and he was resting his on yours. You used your whatsoever left energy to unchain Jason and he immediately put his hands on your hips, feeling you up and down. You were both breathing heavily and on the verge of passing out on that same chair. Yet you were still trying to come off the roller coaster and get normal.
But then you remembered, nothing has ever been normal with you and with that last thought on your sound mind, you drifted to a peaceful slumber.
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Something more than Dreaming (One Shot)
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Warnings: weird dreams. Panic blushing
Word Count: It feels so weird to work in an office which has one-fourth of the workload of your previous office (though this one has ten times the responsibility, coz I am the head here). Anywhooo, I am in a place where there is no booze, no bars, no friends. :/
MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)
The lights are a mixture of all the flavours the Gods can taste on their tongue. The seventy-five coloured rainbow seems like the perfect vibe for the buzz that is setting in on the nerves currently. Bass-boosted music and the cool air running through the building filled with heated, sweat-ridden bodies is driving everyone up on a new high.
Wait. Is everyone feeling the same high? Or is it just me?
Before that sharp brain of his can evaluate the situation, a new beat is hitting him hard along with the scene he witnesses unfolding in front of him.
There in the unruly crowd of drunk and horny strangers, seven hottest aliens dance along with the one person his eyes seem to be searching for.
You.
It's not good enough for me, since I been with you
It's not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me
Everything else fades away in the background- and he is convincing himself that it is because his senses are heightened in a dark place filled with lunatics- and the only focus is you. That is what he repeats to himself when his eyes land on the movement of your fingers in your hair; that is what he is singing internally when watching you pout and bite your lip makes him gulp.
I'm gonna sip on this drink when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
That is what he wants to smack into his head when he feels his body gravitate in your direction while you are swinging your hips in a way he feels should be considered a sin; a sweet seductive sin.
I'm gonna catch the rhythm while she push up against me
Ooh, and she tipsy
He keeps denying the internal dialogue of feeling jealous with all these strangers around you all this time, and still cannot get his icy glare off anyone who gets even an inch closer to you. At one point he is happy to see the boys be distracted by the light show that begins at the bar. That is until he sees something he does not like.
He does not even realise the eyes he turns with those veins popping out of his arms and neck, neither does he acknowledge the dangerous vibe he gives off that automatically clears his path to you to remove that excuse of a lizard trying to prey on you from your back.
With one tight hold on his neck, he is making that pervy lizard writhe and struggle where he stands, making him shed his skin with just the poisonous look in those green eyes.
That devilish glare is enough to send that creature running. Once he is convinced there is no sign of any more ill intentions, he turns back to the most unaware person in the world- you, of course- and watches you struggling to twerk.
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancing like GoGo, aye
There is a minute pause when he tries to absorb what exactly it is that you are trying to do and has to question how you are the same person he saw dancing so effortlessly a few seconds ago.
Just when his patience runs out, he grabs your hand and takes you away, walking through the dispersing crowd without looking back till he finds the darkest corner in this excuse of a building and pushes you towards it.
He can easily assess that with the amount of bao-bao in your system, you won't struggle. And you don't. Your back is against the wall and by the time you can ask him- in between the giggles- what was going on, you find those familiar arms caging you from either side.
But you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Why not?
The bubbles of fun are suddenly popping from the heat your whole body feels at once with Loki's body so close to yours. That perfect mess that is his hair is covering his face while eyes are stuck on you. His brows are struggling to loosen themselves up and his breaths are shallow.
A fucking good time, never hurt nobody
I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi
You can tell he has been sweating, for you can smell his very intense natural odour- something you have become quite familiar with on this space trip; the trip that continues to make you conscious about your own body's smell now that you do not have any deodorants to cover it up. You can also tell there is something wrong with the way his veins are popping in his neck- though you do not refrain from admitting to yourself that it kinda makes him look hot. Very hot.
If you loved the girl then I'm so, so sorry
I got to give it to her like we in a marriage
You know it is that bao-bao making you so bold but you could swear to all the powers in the universe you want to take a chance. The thought is tempting and fun to fantasise about till you realise that his hands have come close enough to brush against your arms and the mere touch is sending an unfathomable buzz up and down your body.
"Loki-" is all you struggle to get out of your dry throat that is thirsting for things it should not be.
And to add to these strange waves crashing inside your limbs, he brings his face closer to yours.
You know your heart has taken a dive and your lungs are fluttering with that sweet scent of alcohol that brushes on your lips with his sigh. So close is his face that you can spot every single cell of flawlessness on his skin.
Is this really happening?
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no I won't tell nobody
It feels like he can hear your thoughts for his hand comes to pick those sweaty stray strands of your hair away from your face and behind your ear.
This is really happening.
The world is swirling all around you. So are your breaths when they see those wanting lips come closer.
Not able to take this twist along with the stuff you are high on, you close your eyes and wait with parted lips.
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
The fire inside his gut is driving him closer to you even though his sanity is questioning every logical reason behind this. But that sweet scent coming off you is clouding every possible sane answer there could be. That's the thing. He does not want to be sane anymore. What is the advantage in that anyway?
His hand is moving on its own, catching his breath when he feels your heated skin on the back of his fingers while brushing away those hair strands that are driving him mad for making you look so...he dare not say such things even to himself- that make him feel things. And boy, does he not like feeling things, especially such things.
Oh, lords be praised! He loves the way your gaze is struggling to rest at one place, walking all over his eyes to his jaw before settling on his lips. And then closing themselves shut.
He does not know whether that is an invitation or not. But looks like this sweet alcohol is making him bold. So, this is what alcohol really does to you, huh, he wonders, thanking the maker for this ale that was able to make a God feel the buzz.
...
Wait.
I am feeling the buzz.
His own statement makes him blink out of the drunken trance for a second.
"Why did the beer taste sweet?" his suspicion speaks.
That suspicion is quickly turned right when he sees your meek smile and feels the floor beneath his feet sweep him face down into the ground.
"Oh f-"
The boy band patiently sits in the lounge in their own particular ways. While one is sipping on their drink, the other has got their face in their palms. One has that mischievous smirk on his face and the one sitting next to him is gazing with a look of pure confusion. One has got his brow up while tapping his lips with his index and the other one is pushing two glasses of- what looks like- water towards the one particular side. And their captain is just plain tired at this point, looking at the ones who are their centre of attention.
You and Loki.
You sway to and fro on the couch while Loki sits next to you with his head in his palms, his eyes lost in a void, given up on this world.
You are pouting by this point, looking at the empty table in the middle of the crowd of you nine.
"So...are we going to order food soon?"
You had to ask.
You feel a movement from your left and are nervous to look in that direction, whining internally when Loki drowns you in his judgmental gaze.
"I'm hungry," you mutter as you look down.
"I don't think you're getting any food today, Princess," Violet mentions, turning all the heads to him. "What, I was just translating what Loki's eyes are saying."
"But I'm hungryyy," you cry.
Loki closes his eyes and sighs.
"Serves you right to starve." Violet carries on with his translation.
"Stop it," Loki commands with his eyes still shut.
"Okay."
"Why did you spike his drink though?" Green asks put loud, making it hard for you to get away from all those curious eyes.
You shrug. "I just thought it'd be fun. Loki will let his hair down and, I don't know, dance."
"From the looks of it, it was gonna be more than a dance."
"What?"
"I said from the looks of it Loki can't dance."
Loki pretends to have not heard White's word but narrows his eyes at him when he gets the chance.
"Relax-" White gestures you two to drink the water-like liquid- "both of you are on the fourth stage. One more and it'll wear off like it was never there."
"What's the fifth stage?" you tilt your head while your hands are squeezing your abdomen. "And how do you know about these stages?"
"The Bao-Baos are our people's speciality," all seven of them say in sync, leaving you a little speechless.
"So what's the fif-"
You pause and never come back to the sentence. Your eyes are looking at infinity, seemingly lost in a trance, your body has let go of all the tightness, easing into the couch.
Loki turns to watch the slow transformation. Anyone can tell from the look on his face that the word 'worried' right now begins and ends on you. He also knows that with that metabolism of his, he is going to hit that stage you are in, in no time. And so he goes, letting his trance begin while his gaze is still settled on you.
There is a pause around the table as seven pairs of eyes observe the both of you.
"Alright boys-" White slaps his thighs- "you know what to do."
All of them get up with different tasks in mind.
Violet takes two fuzzy blankets out of nowhere to put them around you and Loki. Green lights a candle and puts it a little close to the side where his tranced bunnies sit. Orange takes the charge to put headphones on and takes a few seconds to decide whether to put on his romance playlist or horror playlist. Red and Yellow draw the curtains to the private lounge while Sky puts shades on you and Loki before tucking a plushy under your arm, Loki's arm and handing one to Lulu as well.
"Perfect," White announces, "now let's have some fun till they sober up."
He calls for Lulu- who readily jumps and settles on his shoulder- and goes out into the crowd with his brothers, leaving the two of you to go through the final stage of your colourful high.
You
The music is a soft melody with a depth given to the bass, and you can automatically tell there is a touch of Galimatias in there somewhere. Blinking and feeling the environment around you, you find yourself out in the open, an unlit paper lamp in your hand surrounded by the building and creatures you were just dancing around.
This cannot be real, is just a passing thought in your mind, never given the weight it deserves. Why? Because you are already distracted by the pairs sitting on the grass under the shimmering night sky and oil lamps either hung on the trees, rested on rock piles or kept safely on the grass.
The scenic beauty is too romantic and the smell of vanilla burning somewhere is bringing up emotions you wanted to keep hidden from the world for some time more. If it isn't for the voice that calls out for you from behind, you are quite sure another minute would have ended in tears.
"Is this the spot?"
You know the voice all too well to turn around voluntarily but a part of your subconscious itches at this new wavelength you feel in that very sound. That silken voice that has a veil over it suddenly seems...free.
And to add to your surprise, the God of Mischief who adores the shades of gold, green and black is out of the blue walking towards you in a white shirt and blue jeans. Are those ripped jeans? And did he just tie his hair back?
You are in the middle of thinking about this new persona when you are pushed into the river of questions with that slight tilt of his head and a huge smile.
If only you could see the look on your face like Loki 2.0 was seeing right now. Your frown; your wrinkled nose and those lips turned as if they have tasted something sour.
"What?" He laughs.
"You're laughing?" Your gasp of unbelief is not making it easy for the God.
"I just asked you if we're sitting here and you looked at me as if I was some strange alien." He shakes his head. So do you- at the fact that you could see his teeth throughout that sentence.
"It's just-" you lick your lips and try to move a liiiittle back, away from him- "I've never seen you smile this much, let alone laugh."
He breaks in a giggle, making you pause your breath.
"Staahhp," he nearly sings and pokes you on your collar, trying to act all shy, forcing you to wonder if he is an imposter.
"Okay, something is definitely of-faa-"
The distraction in front of you makes you miss the end of the stone beneath your step, almost sending you down seven feet but Loki is quick to catch you by your hand and pulling in towards him by your waist.
Ah. Now, this chest to chest nearness is quite familiar. So is that scent that naturally lingers on him. It is him. More or less.
Loki
The illuminated aquatic ball gets a red and yellow micro planet down the hole. The tentacled pink alien grumbles something at his opponent, breaks his cue stick and stomps out of the bar.
A nonchalant chuckle comes of that very opponent as he straightens himself after those smooth three shots. "Come back when you are old enough to stop whining."
"One Midgardian Sex on the Beach for Loki," the waitress sings before setting the twirling glass down beside his cue stick and walking away- but not before she has felt that ass on her fingers.
There is not much colour on his face except for a tired look in his eyes when he feels those intruding hands on his jeans.
"Get those hands away be-"
"Before he cuts them off clean."
Loki has to turn to find the source of the voice that is somewhat quite usual to his ears. And when he does, the waitress is forgotten right at that moment, for all his senses are on you.
You stand at the entrance facing Loki, who has to take a lungful of this musty bar air to come to terms that the person wearing a generous amount of kajal and smokey eyes is you. That smile on your lips assures him that.
But the outfit brings back some more questions.
All black. Those jeans- black. That tank top- black. That leather jacket- black. Those high boots- black. Those belt accessories hanging off those thighs- wait, they actually look good on her. And is that a nose ring?
Your steps come to a halt right in front of the God; the very God who stands there nearly toppling over his cue stick.
Your fingers take the liberty to tap him under the chin and draw yourself close enough. "Better keep that butt safe from unwanted hands before I claw someone for even looking at them," you whisper before pretending to bite him and walking away with his drink.
The chill around his neck does not subside even after you're gone. And he is still wondering just one thing.
"What kind of bao-bao did she eat now?"
You
"What?"
"...Nothing."
Loki smiles and tries to hide his face in his hair. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
It's no lie. You have been staring at Loki for the past twenty minutes with a smile on your face. You are sitting the same way you were sitting when he longingly looked at a couple making out, or when he moaned while eating a burger, or when he said you looked pretty in the moonlight.
"I am wondering," you hum, letting your arm cradle your head, your gaze still stuck on him.
"Wondering what." Loki mirrors you.
"How amazing you are," you sigh, closing your eyes, "and yet I miss my Loki."
Loki
"Are you comfortable in those?"
He is still getting used to your eyes following every single hot body that passes by the room, checking them out without any restraints.
Your eyes finally come back to him and find him pointing at your outfit. "Why? You wanna borrow them for the night?"
Your suggestive voice raises the God's brows and forces him to inhale through his mouth before blowing all that air out.
"I will just borrow my own drink for now," he acknowledges while taking his cocktail and downing it in huge gulps, all the while you sit there with your legs apart, resting quite casually with your arms on the bar table.
Breathing in through your teeth you lick your lips. "You are looking quite yummy today, Loki-" you tilt your head and smirk with your eyes- "wonder how you'll look on that pool table there."
"Quite heavy on top of you," he quips, feeling a burp come up.
His arms go past you to keep the glass over the tabletop when he feels your legs wind themselves around his to pull him closer.
"What makes you think you'll get to the top?" you point out while playing with his belt loops.
Loki looks at you for one long minute. Eventually, he lets his hand set those two hair strands in their place, every from those side braids that add something to your look which clearly does something to Loki.
"As painfully lovely as that offer is," Loki hums and looks right into your eyes, "I feel I should rather bear with the Y/N I know."
You wake up with a jolt to the bass-boosted music thumping outside. Removing the shades and rubbing your eyes you nearly slip your lenses out. "Fuck," you mumble under your breath before realising you had been drooling. On Loki's shirt.
Your fingers work discreetly to wipe that drool off his black shirt.
"You are buying me a new one." His voice reverberates in your ear that is closer to his chest, sending goosebumps down your body.
Slowly moving away from his chest to sit straight, you wipe the marks of your saliva away from your lips and clear your throat.
Loki clears his throat and snaps the knots in his neck and then removes his shades.
"I didn't realise when I fell asleep," you mumble as your fingers move through your hair to straighten them out.
"Probably went through the last stage," Loki insists, removing any wrinkles from his shirt and finding something resembling a plushy under his arm.
"Which was one bizarre dream," he mutters.
"Felt like a weird dream," you utter.
Both of you freeze for a short second at the synchronisation of your thoughts, turning to face each other for one fleeting moment. As if looking into each other's eyes opens certain doors that did not seem to be there before, both of you turn away to hide your heated faces- questioning whether the other one knows something.
You busy your hands to move your hair behind your ears. Loki pulls at his cuffs before trying to scratch an itch in the back of his head. You move the blanket over you closer to your chest before wanting to bury your face in it. Loki tries to play with the plushy's head, trying his best to check if he could see you from the corner of his eyes.
"Do you wear white?" You blurt out without a warning and it is only later that your eyes are popping out as words register in your mind.
"What?" Loki is confused. He blinks and tilts his head a bit. "Uhh, no. I...don't." He does not know why he is answering that question.
"Do you have a naval piercing?" He asks, genuinely curious; more like cautious.
"God no," you gasp, feeling your hand go over your naval to check.
You blow out some of that hot air burning inside you. Loki inhales, trying to look at anything but you.
"Have you ever tried braiding your hair?"
Even though it is an interesting question, it is a bit strange coming from Loki.
"Like, like those side braids?" You ask softly, showing him a rough example on your hair. Loki nods.
"No-" you shake your head- "but it'll look good on you."
Loki nods. "You too. It will look great on you as well."
"And a bun at back will look good on you as well."
A minute or two passes as you two sit there awkwardly, trying to find something to talk about. You look at your wrist to watch the time before realising you are not wearing a watch. Loki is scratching an itch on his palm as he tries to come up with a strategy.
"Oh!" you jolt up in your seat at a sudden realisation. "the kids!"
"Hmm?"
"We should find Lulu and Javier."
"Oh! Yes!" Loki nods and gathers the blankets and the headphones, keeping them at one side before getting up with you. "We should find them and get back home."
"I hope they are okay."
"They better be okay or I will kill those colourful bastards for neglecting the kids in their care."
And off you two go into the alien rave, thinking the new door has been shut for good, never anticipating the events that are about to come that would change the whole dynamic of many relationships.
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