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saturnville · 18 days

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bite, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x black best friend oc (anvika dawson) content: in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross. warning: 18+ content song: bite by njzoma an: y'all know I don't write smut fr, so ntm. but I hope y'all enjoy it. wc: 2,498 tags: the girlies who were hyping me up to post this @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites

“Just because we’re attracted to one another doesn’t mean we need to sleep together. I’m off that. Plus, we’re friends.”

Anvika prided herself on being a woman of self-control and discipline. Though it did not come easy, years of abstinence grew dreary and at times, very lonely, her hard work was not something she was willing to risk. Her decision to step into abstinence wasn’t one she took lightly, nor was it one that she planned, but once Anvika began the journey of healing from a heartbreak, intimacy with another man wasn’t the priority. Though that had been over four years ago and she was well over the situation, she could admit that while it was difficult to maintain her self-control, not having to worry about anyone’s snot-nosed son brought more peace than she could ever imagine.

“Even more of a reason to let it happen. Everything happens better when you have a solid foundation first. Everybody thinks you two are together anyways. He truly cares for you, in more ways than one.”

Anvika hummed and rolled her eyes as she brought the slender champagne fluke to her full lips. The liquid went smooth down her throat. She shrugged. “Then let them think that. Lewis is a good man, a good and attractive man, but…”

Her friend, Onyx, sighed and downed her drink with a wave of her hand. “I don’t know how you do it! I would’ve lost my mind by now. I commend you.” Onyx bowed playfully which pulled a light laugh from Anvika. Though she was joking, she couldn’t help but sense the truth behind her words.

Though swearing off men and intimacy had become a more common practice among women, many people found it taboo and unrealistic. She soon began to ponder--what if she’d never find anyone that could give her what she wanted because of how she chose to navigate her dating life? She shook it off internally. That would be a problem, but none that would be hers.

Before she got the chance to respond, her phone rang against the glass table that held their expensive lunch on it’s back. LH flashed across the screen. She smiled softly which caught the attention of Onyx, who gave a teasing smirk. For someone who was insistant on keeping a strong boundary between herself and her closest friend, she surely smiled like a fool whenever he called.

“I told you I have a lunch date with Onyx today,” she reminded the racer lowly, using her index finger to draw doodles in the condensation her water glass sweat off on the table. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, angel,” he spoke smoothly. “Just wanted to make sure you were still wanting to join me for the event on Friday.” Anvika hummed and nodded as though he could see her. He was attending a gala in London and of course, offered his plus-one to Anvika, as he had done since their friendship had begun years prior. What was his, was hers, including access to rooms and events that would grant her opportunities to further her career as a branding and marketing consultant.

“Yes,” she replied excitedly. “I still haven’t found a dress. What color are you wearing?”

There was shuffling in the background before he spoke again. “Blue. Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it.” Her heart fluttered. “Enjoy your lunch. Tell Onyx I said hello and call me later, alright?”

Anvika’s teeth trapped her bottom lip. “Alright. Talk soon.”

“Bye, love.”

Anvika turned her phone on its face and looked up, catching Onyx’s playful eyes. Her thick eyebrow touched her forehead. “Friends, right?” Anvika gave her a look. Onyx raised her hands in defense, “My bad, my bad.”

Lewis Hamilton was a gentleman. Sure, this was universal knowledge, but something about him being gentlemanly with her made her heart flutter and her stomach clench with desire. And it almost made her question Onyx’s point, “he truly cares for you; in more ways than one.” It’d typically be something she’d deny, but as she stood in front of the mirror with her hair done by a hairstylist he arranged to come, her nails done by a nail technician he’d flown out, and a dress he arranged to be custom-made to suit her body, how could she deny it any longer?

“Don’t think too deeply into it,” she scolded herself, slipping out of her robe. She walked toward her dress, pulled it off the hanger, and carefully slipped into it. “You’re friends. Close friends who care for one another. That’s it, that’s all.”

They met at the paddock six years prior. She was invited to her first Formula One race through her consultant agency, which took her team on an all-expense paid trip for their hard work. She wasn’t aware of Formula One, just of familiar names. Then, at the end of the match, she had the chance to put a face to the infamous name of Lewis Hamilton.

“You raced well,” Anvika noted, taking in the slightly disheveled appearance of the raceman. “I’ve never been to a Formula One race; good job on giving me a reason to come back one day.”

The man’s eyebrow raised in interest. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscular build on display. “Is that so?”

Anvika nodded.

“We can make that happen whenever you want.”

It was Anvika’s turn to raise an eyebrow. A smirk played on her lips. “Is that so? Tryna be my friend, Lewis?”

He shrugged his shoulders. Friends wasn’t too bad. Anything to get to know her. “Any man would be a fool to refuse that opportunity, Anvika.”

That marked the beginning of an inseparable union.

Anvika continued to mumble and grumble, doing whatever she could to keep her mind eased. Her self-conversations were halted by a knock on her door. Lewis. “Coming!” Holding her dress to her chest. She turned the doorknob, and the familiar scent of his cologne filled her nose. “Are you…oh. Oh.”

Closing the door behind him, Lewis’ eyes were trained on her, the most beautiful woman he’d laid eyes on. The dress, complementary to his suit, was perfectly designed and tailored to her. She was a fan of long-sleeved dresses, so that’s what she got. It was constructed with a heavy, luxurious velvet material and it hugged every riff, edge, and curve on her body. The neckline showed the swell of her breasts and her beautiful collarbone. The mermaid-like tail further accentuated her shape.

Her hair was parted to the side and curled to perfection. The makeup complimented her features--thick eyebrows, full lips, and a round nose. And her scent, goodness, it suffocated him. The jasmine and almond notes filled his nostrils and he wanted to nuzzle his face in her neck and inhale like she was the air he needed to breathe.

“You look beautiful,” Lewis managed to speak. His voice was so low that she almost didn’t hear his compliment. With a bashful smile, she thanked him and led him to her room where she wandered toward the bathroom, which had a series of jewels across the counter. “Help me pick a necklace?”

Anvika turned to face the jewelry and fought hard to ignore the heat that radiated from Lewis’ body as he moved to stand behind her. From over her shoulder, his eyes followed the line of jewels the stylists brought. His eyes landed on a silver necklace; a thin chain with a multi-carat teardrop diamond. “This one.”

Lewis took the necklace in his hands and placed it around her neck. Anvika lifted her hair to grant him easy access and shivered as his cool fingertips brushed against her skin. She inhaled deeply. “Stunning.” His breath was warm against her neck. They locked eyes in the mirror ahead of them. The tension was thick. Suffocating. His brown eyes, usually so full of love and warmth, were filled with something she couldn’t quite identify, but it made her body heat like wildfire.

“I’m ready,” she announced, careful not to let her voice waver. She turned, purposefully ignoring the groan he released when she brushed against him. Her lips quivered as she tried to give a steady smile. What the hell was happening between them? Anvika placed her hands on his chest and soothed the non-existent wrinkles on his suit jacket. He was so handsome. “You look great, darling.”

“Thank you…” his words came out as a whisper. He was too distracted by her. Six years of friendship and what he felt from the time he met her at the paddock all those years ago had reached a breaking point. He’d boiled over.

Anvika tried to smile as she pressed a kiss against his cheek, but with how he reacted, her lips landed at the corner of his lips. She took a step back. “Let’s get ready to go, yeah?”

Lewis swallowed thickly. He held his arm out for her, which she grabbed instinctively, and together, they were out the door with a million and one thoughts swimming between them.

“And that beauty you’ve brought?” an older man questioned Lewis, who had his eyes on Anvika as she danced through the siloes of people in the room. The gala was nothing short of a popularity function, a random event on a random weekend for the host to flaunt their money and connections, Truthfully, his desire to attend dwindled once he saw her in that dress. She was the only thing on his mind.

“Anvika Dawson,” Lewis said, nodding in her direction. “One of the best branding and marketing consultants in the industry. She’s amazing at everything she does. You’ve got a business, don’t you?” And that’s why he was a good friend, Anvika noted as she began to walk over, hearing him advocate for her in front of the man.

“You flatter me,” she said with a smile as she took a position under Lewis’ arm, which slid around her waist. “Anvika Dawson, nice to meet you.”

The older man, who had went by the nam Eli, shook her hand firmly and nodded in interest. “Well, pardon me, but the two of you would make a wonderful couple.” The young adult chuckled lightly; the comment was nothing new to them, but it seemed to bring them both discomfort given the fact that they had a very intimate moment just an hour before their arrival. Before Lewis could speak up, Anvika thanked the man sweetly then they were whisked in another direction.

They were joined together at the hip for the remainder of the evening. And, on the rare occasion that they were apart, they stole glances from across the room like teenagers in a romantic sitcom. Soon, the event wrapped up and they were in the backseat of the car, sitting in a thick silence.

Anvika sat at the right of the car, her knees turned inward and her legs crossed. With every bump in the road and swerve of the car, the tip of her heel brushed against Lewis’ leg. His breath hitched. She said nothing.

The car came to an abrupt stop and the doors were opened for them. Before her foot could touch the ground, Lewis’ hand was awaiting. “Thank you,” Anvika said softly, and allowed him to guide her into the hotel.

He still hadn’t said much. The walk to the elevator was quiet, yet, he hadn’t let go of her hand. What was he thinking about? If it was the sudden shift in their interactions, it didn’t go unnoticed by her either.

The elevator doors peeled open and Lewis guided her in. He pressed the button, 10, that would send them to the floor their rooms were on. The elevator ride seemed slow as each ding indicated they’d entered another floor.

Anvika cleared her throat and decided to speak up, “I enjoyed tonight. And again, you looked great. I love blue on you.”

He couldn’t remember what happened between her compliment, her back against the elevator wall, and his lips on hers. The only thing that forced him to key in was her hands pressing against his abdomen and his name falling from her lips. “Lewis…” What he’d heard time and time again in his dreams had finally become a reality. His stomach churned; could he get her to say it again? “What are you…” She cut herself off when she fell victim to the wonderful feeling of his lips against her jaw.

“I just…” Lewis settled his face in her neck. “One night, Vi. Let me have one night with you…” Her heart pounded in her ears. What the hell was happening?

“Lewis…” Her hand slipped and fell just above his belt. She extended her arm just slightly. “We can’t do this. I-I don’t want to mess up our friendship and you know I’m not going all the way with anyone--”

Lewis hummed. His eyes sat low as he looked at her. She looked completely worn out as if he’d done to her what he truly wanted. Her forehead glistened with sweat, her lipstick was smeared, and her chest heaved. “Nothing will change for the worse, angel. And I don’t want to go there with you, just want to make you feel good…always have.” His left arm circled around her waist and his large hand palmed her backside. She whimpered. “Can I?”

“Someone might see...”

He ignored her. “Can I make you feel good?” His tone was stern as he repeated his question. Suddenly, the gala was out of her mind and the only thing that clouded her thoughts was him. Him and him only. Lewis Hamilton had infiltrated her mind and she finally stopped fighting it.

The elevator dinged. “Yes…”

“Should I…?” her hands reached for the necklace that shone beneath the dim lights of the hotel suite. Lewis shook his head and peeled his jacket off his shoulders, revealing a crisp white wife beater. He shed that too. Anvika’s breath hitched. “Keep it on. Lay back for me, angel.”

Anvika looked like an angel surrounded by the comforter. Her undergarments were long discarded, save for her underwear which he kept in the pocket of his pants. The pure white of the sheets were a stark contrast to the richness of her complexion. Her hair was sprawled against the pillow with a few strands covering her face lazily. The look on her face was one of comfort, relief in one way or another.

She welcomed Lewis’ body between her legs as he crawled on the bed and his lips against hers as he hovered above her. For the first time that night, Anvika’s hands didn’t tremble when she touched him. She welcomed the feeling of every ridge of muscle, every raised scar, and every mature tattoo.

Their hands moved frantically over each other’s body, and it felt amazing. She hadn’t realized how touch deprived she was until she heard his chuckle in her ear. Her face warmed. She felt like a teenager. “It’s okay…” his lips ghosted against the shell of her ear. “Make all the noise you want.”

Anvika didn’t respond--her mouth wouldn’t allow her to. As Lewis moved down her body, she sat on her elbows, watching and waiting. God, he was so handsome like this. His head was dipped between her thighs and his tattooed glistened under the dim lights. Slowly, he lips created an intentional trail from her belly down to the treasure just centimeters away from his mouth.

Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets as the anticipation rose. She was becoming impatient. He was giving attention to every other place except where he wanted her. She huffed. “Lewis…”

He hummed, clearly unbothered by her frustration. He glanced at her, “Yes?” She whimpered. “Talk to me.” He was amused, very amused. She was desperate for him. It was evident by the way her arousal seeped onto the bed. He gathered some on his fingers, using it as a lubricant as he finally began to touch her.

Anvika gasped. His movements were slow and meticulated but they were enough to set her over the edge. He brought his lips to hers again, which she accepted sloppily. Her jaw fell slack as he continued to work her to her first release of the night. It came quickly, quicker than she would have liked. When his fingers hit that spot within her, her hips jerked and she squeaked his name.

Lewis chuckled, “That’s it?” He prodded that spot again. “Right there?” Anvika nodded. He removed his fingers. She groaned in frustration, “Lewis, please!”

“Please what?” He brought his fingers to his lips and moaned at the taste of her on his tongue. If this was just the beginning, he couldn’t imagine how mad he’d go in the coming moments. “Tell me what you want.”

She clocked it. He wanted her to beg. Anvika wasn’t the begging type. She may have been far removed from having sex, but she always got her way, especially with Lewis. Her hands trailed down the muscular planes of his stomach. Her fingers hooked in his belt and pulled him forward. Her fingers curled around his neck and her nails toyed with the faded hair there. She brought her smeared lips to his ear, her tongue dancing against the shell of it. He shudder. “I want you to make my legs shake and rock my world. Can you do that, Lewis?”

Her voice. The way her voice dropped in octave but increased in seduction had his head spinning. There were a few moments of silence as he fought hard to gather himself and the more she spurred him on, the most difficult it became. But then, she heard it, “Yes…”

“Right there, right there! Oh my…” He was a lover of music. Being in a studio, creating melodies to go with lyrics, was his favorite pastime. But this took the cake. She created her a song better than he could have ever imagined, and was it addicting.

Her moans, cries, and screams were melodic and his name was the only lyric she knew. He hated repetition in music, but loved hearing hers. So addicting. So well created. So beautiful.

Her legs trembled around his head and her hands were buried in his braids. He fought the urge to bend her over when she whispered out the faintest, “Baby, please…” She’d used terms of endearment before, but in this context, it was different. “I’m close!”

Her body, damp with sweat and covered in bruises created by his mouth, jumped and jolted as she grew closer to her peak. Lewis sat up, replacing his tongue with his highly skilled fingers. He used his arm to stabilize his body as he hovered over her. What a sight.

Her hair was completely sweated out, pooped and frizzy at the roots. Her makeup stained the pillows and her lips were swollen from her biting and his intense kisses. Her neck was dark with love bites. Her eyelids were hooded but he could see the fire behind her eyes. If only he could capture her and keep the picture in his pocket forever.

“Doing so well for me,” he whispered, kissing against her cheek and jaw. His fingers made quick work of the huddle of nerves between her legs. “Taking it like a good girl.” Her moans grew louder, higher in pitch, and full of air. It was becoming too much—her hands pushed against his arm, trying to run. “Don’t run now. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Lewis, I’m—“ she cut herself off with a high pitched scream that seemed to ring on forever. Lewis chuckled lightly and worked her through her orgasm. “That’s it, baby.” Her body shook as she tried to come down calmly.

He spent a few minutes between her legs, caressing her gently as an act of comfort. Her loud noises had diminished to soft whimpers as she came down from cloud nine. When she finally opened her eyes again, he asked, “You okay?”

She was better than okay. Though they didn’t cross all the lines, Anvika had gotten the best orgasm she’d received in her life from a man’s mouth and hands. She’d deal with the consequences later, but in that moment, she felt amazing.

She nodded and smiled lazily. “I’m okay. Are you…do you want me to…?” Her eyes fell to the evident bulge that strained against his pants. He shook his head.

“I’m okay. Let’s get you cleaned up…”

What was supposed to be a shower to clean her up resulted in her on her knees giving him the most intense release he’d experienced in months. It left him panting, shaking, and whimpering like it was his first time all over again.

Once again, she looked angelic with her now curly hair flat against her back and big brown eyes staring at him as she worked him like the expert she was. He came in her with with a groan, his fingers in her hair. She stood to her feet, smiling innocently as she showed him there was no remnant of him left in her mouth.

“You’re nasty,” he announced, grabbing her jaw to place a sloppy kids on her lips.

“Mhmmm, just the way I like it.”

They migrated to her bed shortly after, laying together in a comfortable silence. Anvika’s head was against his bare chest and herfingers traced the tattoos on his body. Lewis’ arm was around her waist and his hand massaged her plump bottom.

They were tired, exhausted even. But, they fought sleep like children, internally afraid of what the morning would bring. All actions had consequences whether good or bad. It was a mutual hope that what they’d done wouldn’t bring on the latter.

“Lewis?” Anvika called after some time.

“Yes, angel?”

“Are we gonna be okay?” Her voice trembled slightly. They’d crossed a line--a big one. She had wobbled on her boundaries. There was a lot to discuss and a lot to consider. It was an amazing experience, she couldn’t lie, but her biggest fear was that she’d lose him as an important person in her life if reality didn’t set in the way they intended.

Lewis gave her a squeeze and brought his lips to her forehead. Sensing her worry, he reassured, “We’ll always be okay.” And she believed it.

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boyfhee · 7 months

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✶ THINKING ABOUT. . . ft. lhs

g fluff w drinking ( he's drunk again ) wc 1.3k note for my darl @isoobie, all my hee works are for her anyway

heeseung doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance.

in fact, he doesn't have any— maybe a little bit— but mostly no, and yet still, he doesn't refuse whenever someone offers him a drink. you've been over this many times, telling him that drinking is not comparable to singing and continuing to drink probably won't improve his tolerance, though your effort is of no avail.

because if it were, you wouldn't have been standing inside a restaurant-bar at eleven pm, watching jay and jake trying to get a hold of an almost-passed-out heeseung, who, for some reason, smiles the moment you enter his currently blurry field of vision.

“we're sorry you had to come here this late again,” jake shoots you an apologetic smile, throwing one of heeseung's arms over his shoulder, making sure he doesn't fall because of the lack of sense of balance as jay was at the counter, making payments. “you know how he is, just wouldn't let us drive him back,”

which is another reason why you want him to stop drinking.

the first one being him wanting to only go back with you when he’s drunk out of his mind, pleading to you with the most irresistible pout to let him stay over at your place— it once dragged the two of you into a scandal. it’s worse since he refuses to let anyone else drive him back when he’s drunk off limits, only wanting you to pick him up even if it’s only to drop him at the dorms.

while being your best friend makes him one of your top priorities, it absolutely doesn't mean he can call you at the most ungodly hours and have you pick him up after heavy drinking sessions. and even if he does, he can at least try to be a little decent and cooperate instead of saying that you're the one who's drunk and he will drive you back to your place and even look after you for the rest of the night.

“heeseung, i don't think i'm the one who needs supervision today,” a sigh escapes your lips as you and the boys manage to get him in the back seat of your car.

“i will look after you so, don't worry,” his replies are followed by soft giggles.

then it goes quiet.

you steal a glance at him through the front-view mirror. heeseung is busy basking in the city noise and street lights. cold winds brush past the rosy dust on his cheeks, strands of purple hair dancing in the wind that make him look angelic, his ocean deep eyes telling a story of a million stars under the crescent moon, as if they're communicating in a language so foreign for the humankind to comprehend.

these are the moments when you realise that one could ask why you like heeseung, and you could give a thousand reasons why you're actually in love with him.

“we’re having another comeback,” he speaks above the blaring horns of vehicles. he’s telling you that for the ninth time— six times sober, three drunk, including this one.

“is that why you drank so much? to celebrate?” your chuckle resonates with a hint of sarcasm, words keeping up with him although, your mind is busy focusing on driving as you filter through the traffic. on other days, the roads would've been tamer, a little emptier. though, the weekends are not.

heeseung exhales heavily. “maybe,”

and it gets quiet once again.

you can hear him say a few things here and there, giggling about something amidst himself, his words too quiet to be coherent to your ears. you don’t quite remember when you and him got so close, to the point where he started calling you for help in every minor inconvenience instead of his brother. you were just a neighbour he bumped into around the dorms, voluntarily and willingly, and now you’re his best friend in just ten months.

“are you still thinking about the comeback?” the question leaves your mouth the moment you park in front of his dorms, holding the door open for him to get out of the car. “can i get a spoiler, or do you still remember the company guidelines even when you’re drunk?”

heeseung and you have been on opposite tracks ever since the day you met, and it doesn't even have to do with your zodiacs and personality— you can’t sing to save your life, while he earns off music— and, you don't know how you both got to a point where he's the person you trust blindly and you're the one he seeks for in the dead of the nights. it's something that comforts you while reminding you how you both have completely different worlds. perhaps, it's in the habits and insecurities that follow, or the simple realisation that heeseung is a star while you're just a planet revolving around.

there's a line between him and you that's stopping you from entering his world, and vice-versa.

“heeseung,” you call him again, putting an extra emphasis to get his head out of whatever comeback related thoughts he’s having, grabbing his arm to get him out of the car.

“i'm thinking about something else,” you scrunch up your nose when he speaks while practically reeking off alcohol. “i'm thinking about you,”

that’s not the first.

and then, he settles his eyes on you, one arm around your waist for support, fixating his gaze on you for a better look as if he has never seen you before. heeseung leans against your car, spending the next five minutes staring at you as you stare back at him with the same interest, or perhaps more, before he breaks into a soft giggle. “you're cute,”

that’s a first.

you don't want to overthink and assume a completely different meaning of his words, changing the trajectory of your relationship— which is actually what you want but, not this way— you decide to play along. “well, i believe i'm more than just cute for being the one to pick you up whenever you're wasted—”

“and pretty,” another first, and then follows a step that he takes towards you. “you're beautiful, smart and cute and. . .and did i tell you that you’re beautiful? i don't know what i'm saying,” a hiccup, his hand brushes against yours, it’s not an accident. he caresses your hand, looking at you with a flushed face and speaking with soft giggles, “i think i'm in love with you,”

“i think, you don't know what you're saying,” you interject with a chuckle, trying to put up a normal front while in reality, you're losing sense of everything because heeseung is confessing to you; and, it's both an honour and a shame because he is intoxicated at the moment.

“i don't,” he exhales.

heeseung falls quiet once again. there's dejection on his face along with hints of desperation to voice his exact feelings, to make sure you understand how he feels about you, and you know his words couldn't be clearer, but he is drunk. you know better than trusting saccharine words laced with the smell of alcohol, although you would've already kissed him if you were braver and he was sober.

“but i really love you,” he says again, chanting the same words to you as if those three words are the only thing that make sense right now. "we’re having a comeback,"

and heeseung also has a habit of talking pointlessly, repeating the same things over and over again when he’s drunk. another step towards, his hands brush against yours before he links his index finger with yours. you almost give in, almost, finding it hard to control yourself through the close proximity between him and you. you find yourself getting drunk on the alcohol in the breathe, or the way his lips are barely centimetres away from yours.

“i love you,” he repeats again, and you’re frozen in your stance, and he has no plans of backing out, you’re expecting him to bring up the comeback again, but he just presses his lips against yours before pulling back. “so please remind me if i forget any of this tomorrow,”

and then his lips are back on yours.

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phantovia · 1 year

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𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! [ ☆ ft. ayato & tighnari.

SUMMARY. where you initiate a kiss, only to move away and leave your boyfriend confused, amused or even distraught ☆

FEATURING. ayato & tighnari ☆

CW. lowercase intended. pet name (mentioned in ayato’s), really fluffy like so so fluffy like—I’ll shut up now 🥲, KISSES. you being a lil shit /lh,, bc why not??? possibly ooc ayato??? idk bestie I tried 💗

AUTHOR’S NOTES. writing this was sm fun & them > I love them so much it’s driving me CRAZY. wrote this in the span of two days time to disappear again (/lh /hj) pls i love the idea of tighnari pouting he’s so cute <33 ayato has been haunting me bc I didn’t pull for him he’s everywhere might as well write for him.

☆ K. AYATO — PILLAR OF FORTITUDE !

when it comes to ayato, you’re not quite sure what to expect, or even how he’ll react. you suspect that he may just find out about your little scheme before you even get the chance to do it, considering how he excelled in reading others.

you weren’t exactly the best actor—so if you decided to act upset with him, he’d end up finding out easily. but even if he did find out, it wouldn’t defeat the purpose of initiating a kiss and backing out at the last second, you’d still get a reaction.

you opened the door to his office slowly, attempting to not make any noise. his eyes wandered to your own, his lips curved into a small smile as he beckoned for you to enter.

“how’d you know I was there? I thought I was being quiet.” you inquired, mentally debating if you should just go on with your challenge before he has a chance of discovering your plan.

ayato merely smiled at you while extending his hand, intertwining fingers when your hand landed on top of his. “you’re usually at my door around this time, i simply thought that today was no different.” you often showed up at his door every day at around the same time, gifting him with affection, or a meal — unless he’s made it clear that he needs to be alone the entire day. then you’d usually leave the items by the door along with little notes.

he’s picked up on your pattern, and he’s very grateful for it as well. he squeezes your hand, once, twice, three times. you squeeze his hand four times, it’s that times like this don’t need any words. you let go of his hand and walk towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stared into his purple-colored eyes. you actually wanted to kiss him, but you knew what you had to do.

you leaned in until your breath fanned on his lips, you both inched closer to the point where your lips were only a few centimeters apart—and then you dramatically backed away, your arms still around his neck.

he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “aren’t you forgetting something, darling?” you couldn’t help but giggle at the endearment. he gently grabs your face and pulls you towards him, your lips connecting instantly as a wave of euphoria overpowers all else.

fleeting kisses that you both shared, with you smiling and giggling into them, ayato wanted to use every second he had, because eventually, he would have to go back to his work.

☆ TIGHNARI — VIRIDESCENT VIGIL !

tighnari’s day had been filled with chaos, idiots who seem to not be able to read the word “don’t” in front of any sentence that’s located inside of the avidya forest guidebook, children who have no sense of danger that nearly got themselves injured by fungi, it was absolutely EXHAUSTING.

the number of times he’s had to raise his voice in a single day–was this a plot by the forest rangers to shut him up for a while? he knows that he’s being a bit silly, but who could blame him? the ignorant adults, the carefree children, he knew what he had signed up for the moment he decided to become a forest ranger, but days like this make him feel slightly regretful.

with a frown, he continued to take notes on an unfamiliar species of plant he came across on his stroll. if only you were there to see how miserable he was, maybe you wouldn’t have decided to do the offensive. when you finally did see him, he seemed tired. you knew that this was going to annoy him and possibly put him in a bad mood but you swore to yourself that you’d make it up to him.

tighnari seemed to have noticed you have an inner battle with yourself, his chin resting on the palm of his hand as he looked at you expectantly. Normally, whenever you felt troubled you would always go to tighnari. whether it be for advice or even just a shred of comfort, plus the fact that he was so blunt and honest with you made his words seem ten times more impactful.

he waited for you to come to him, preparing himself as he still had a lot of exhaustion built up. the last thing he wanted was to fall asleep while you were ranting. you stared at him for what seemed like an eternity until you noticed his droopy ears and the sheer tiredness in his eyes. “are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you just going to keep staring at me?” his voice made it evident that he was tired as well, but it was also unintentionally laced with annoyance. now you were somewhat scared of his reaction to what you were about to do.

you sat down in the chair beside him, bringing your hand to his face. “you seem tired, are you sure you want to listen to me complaining?” you asked, hoping that he was tired enough to fall asleep before you had a chance to lean in. he furrowed his eyebrows at you, a frown appearing on his face. “not tired enough, apparently.” you chuckled at his response.

you felt bad for what you were about to say, but you didn’t want to keep him up for much longer. “it’s nothing, really. i’d feel better if you gave me a kiss though.” you said this half-jokingly. tighnari reacted by flicking your forehead, “do you think i have enough energy to go over to you just to give you a kiss?” you pouted at his answer, knowing that this was the cue to pull off your little stunt. you went over to him yourself, leaning in before moving away to sit on your shared bed – containing your giggles with every ounce of strength you had left.

tighnari rolled his eyes at you before crossing his arms. “haha, very funny. now come over here and do it for real.” you wanted to squeal at how adorable he looked, his eyebrows still furrowed while his lips formed a small pout, he really didn’t have any energy left. and of course, how could you deny such a request? you cupped his face before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, eyes widening when his head fell on your shoulder.

#☇ | project :: main stories! 🪶#ayato x reader #tighnari x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #ayato x y/n #ayato x you #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #twilight-theatre

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heeverseblog · 10 months

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what my girl wants, my girl gets (lhs)

pairing: boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader

summary: you and heeseung have been living together two months and you couldn’t help but want his touch. luckily, your boyfriend was glad to help you in fulfilling your sexual fantasies.

genre: SMUT (MDNI i'm begging you)

warnings: masturbating (female reader), unprotected sex (but of course practice safe sex irl people!!!) fingering, oral (female receiving), reader has sexual fantasies and has a slight praise kink (?), y/n and heeseung saying “fuck” lots of times

note: the transitions and dividing of the scenes are bad ngl

*read more under the cut*

waking up in the morning with heeseung beside you was something you never thought would happen.

four months ago, you and heeseung have been talking about moving in together since you always drop by his place or vice versa. and in most cases, you miss each other a lot and don’t get to see each other often due to personal schedules.

so when both of you can finally afford your own place, both of you agreed to share rent in the apartment you’re living in right now.

and you couldn’t stop thinking how right you were in moving in with your boyfriend.

you brush your finger on heeseung face, tracing the bridge of his nose that you loved so much. heeseung scrunched his forehead and slowly opened his eyes, seeing your finger caress his face. he turns to your side and kisses your forehead.

“good morning,” he says with a groggy voice that sent chills down your spine until it went down your pussy. you try your best to maintain a sweet, innocent smile and hugging heeseung by his chest, pretending it’s not anything sexual but really, you’ve been craving for his touch for so long.

“my girlfriend is clingy,” heeseung teases and you look up at him and gave him your annoyed face.

“how about i make us some breakfast?”

“bacon and eggs?” you ask while pouting.

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

the sentence just made your pussy ache more but heeseung has always had a way in flirting with you or giving you praise.

you kiss heeseung by the cheek before he pulls himself up and leaves you in your bed.

you lie back down and recall the day you first felt neediness.

it was the day heeseung got home from work and he was loosening his tie quickly and unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt. he didn't do it on purpose but him slowly taking off his clothes made you feel sexually aroused.

so…you’re not the kind to have dirty thoughts but ever since that happened, you’ve been dreaming of how heeseung would be if you ever had sex.

there were times that you’d wake up with wet panties and you silently hoped heeseung didn’t catch you or else it’ll be an embarrassing moment for you.

now that you’ve become a girl with sexual needs, you’d search for porn sites and end up touching yourself in the bathroom before heeseung would come home. it was the only way to satisfy your cravings in a way.

though you still craved for heeseung but you just didn’t know how to tell him.

***

you were in the shower listening to some chase atlantic songs. you had a tiring day from work and you needed to release your frustrations.

you inserted your fingers in your pussy, digging them deep and you circle your clit. suddenly, the thought of heeseung taking you from behind while showering made you feel more wet.

“h-heeseung…”

you fasten your pace and kept circling your bud. the feeling and your thoughts were making you shake your legs. you placed your hand on the shower wall and kept rubbing yourself until you felt yourself cum on your fingers.

after drying yourself and putting on some clothes, you got out of the bathroom, still drying your hair with a towel.

you opened the door to you and heeseung's shared bedroom and surprised to find your boyfriend starting to undress himself.

“y-your home early.”

“my boss said we can go home.”

it suddenly felt like déjà vu with heeseung untying his tie then unbuttons the three buttons of his shirt. when you thought you were done with your orgasm, you felt your pussy becoming more wet thanks to the scene in front of you and your sexual fantasies of heeseung railing you.

“chase atlantic, huh?”

oh shit.

“it's not your usual playlist.”

heeseung says while continuing to unbutton his shirt. the sight of his bare back was making you hard to breathe. you turn around, drying your hair again to pretend you weren’t nervous.

“my friend at work recommended their songs to me so…”

you say as you sat on the edge of the bed with your back facing at heeseung’s direction.

“you take long in using the bathroom these days.”

you breathe in and out, and talk trying not to sound nervous, “i…i’ve been stressed and tired. needed to relax so…yeah.”

“but…i’m here.”

you hear heeseung whine, visualizing that he is pouting right now. and when you turn around, you were right. and damn he’s not wearing a shirt right now. nevertheless , you set your sexual thoughts aside.

“you’re right.”

you open your arms to heeseung and he walked to you, kneeling to reach your level before giving you a hug.

you wrapped around heeseung’s bare upper figure. unintentionally, you ended up sniffing his neck where you burried your face in.

you hear heeseung laugh and you pull up, “what’s funny?”

heeseung shakes his head while biting his lip, “nothing, it’s just…”

you shiver when heeseung places his hands down to your waist and they travel inside your shirt.

“you’re so cute when you get turned on.”

you blink your eyes.

wait.

you pull away from the hug and see heeseung with a smug on his face.

“you were sleep talking the other night. you kept calling my name and then you…”

heeseung looks down and you follow his gaze. our eyes grew when it landed on his crotch, realizing you might have humped him on your sleep.

“s-so…you heard me in the bathroom…a while ago?”

heeseung was still wearing a smug on his face and you knew that he knows about your sexual fantasies about him.

you groan, “let’s break up!”

you shut your eyes at the realization. just as you feared, heeseung finally knew your dirty little secret.

“oh god, this is embarrassing!”

you cover your hands as you continue whining but heeseung only laughed at your reaction.

“don’t laugh! this is exactly why i didn’t tell you.”

“babe, babe.”

heeseung holds your hands, brushing his thumbs on each of them.

“don’t be embarrassed about it.”

you still couldn’t take your hands off from your face. first, you’re embarrassed. second, you’ve only been dating for six months and heeseung might think you’re only looking for sex. third, you were sexually fantasizing about your boyfriend that he might think you’re some perv.

heeseung leans forward and captures your lips. you kissed back and hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. you inhaled through your nose for air then let out a whimper as you exhaled.

heeseung opens his mouth, moaning at the sound you just let out. you took this a chance to insert your tongue until you felt his tongue battling with yours.

“y/n…”

hearing heeseung moan your name made you want him more. but you were also nervous that maybe heeseung didn’t want this and only said yes because of you. You stopped your movements and heeseung looked at you, worried.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“i just…are you sure?”

“i’ve been thinking about it too.”

you suddenly shot your head up and removed your hands from your face.

“w-what?”

heeseung holds your face, “how could i not when you’re all i think about?” he adds, “and i want it to be with you.”

this time, heeseung kissed you harder and both of you were catching your breaths. you grabbed him closer and pulled him until you were lying down on the bed with heeseung on top of you.

“now, what does my girl want?”

“i want you to…eat me out. touch me. fuck me.”

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

heeseung starts going down on you. you sit up and bite your lips as you see heeseung kneeling in front of you.

“gonna take these off okay?”

you nod and you stood up a little to help heeseung in taking your bottoms off. once your shorts and underwear were on the ground, heeseung looks at you with lust.

you sat down again on the bed and slowly watch as heeseung leans his face forward on your pussy.

you breathed out as you feel heeseung kissing your pussy. he was kissing it like it was your lips. the longer he did it, the more aroused you felt. then he began sucking you and took your clit whole like a lollipop and you started letting out breathy moans.

you grip one hand at the edge of the bed while the other is on top of heeseung’s head. you throw your head back as heeseung alternates his movements of kissing, sucking, and licking your clit.

“how does my girl feel?”

“s-so good…ah!”

heeseung’s pace quickens and you threw your head back again. you let out choked moans before screaming. your legs were starting to shake that heeseung had to hold your thighs down.

minutes later, you felt your pussy dripping but heeseung was still there, eating and licking every last bit of you while you grip his hair.

you never thought that you’d live to see heeseung’s silver hair in between your thighs. the sight was so arousing and beautiful to see.

“you taste so good,” heeseung mumbles as he continues to suck your clit.

you push your hips forward, wanting more even if you were dripping so bad, the sheets were starting to stain.

“f-fuck, heeseung!”

you heeseung groan and this time, he inserted used his fingers to massage your clit, circling it and you moaned when more essence came out of you.

“t-that’s good…”

you lie down at the bed, arching your back as you placed your hand inside your shirt to touch your breast.

you screamed more when heeseung places his fingers inside your hole and sucks your clit again.

“oh my god!”

heeseung kept pushing his fingers in and out of you, that it made you see stars. you tried standing up by supporting yourself using your elbows. your boyfriend looked so focus as he was watching your cunt dripping. the sight made you throw your head back and held heeseung’s wrist as you followed the direction of his movement.

your legs were shaking and your pussy was exploding but heeseung was so adamant to make you drip endlessly.

“i’m so close—FUCK!”

heeseung pulls his fingers in and out fast while eating you. minutes later, you came on boyfriend’s face. you were panting and brushing your hands on heeseung’s hair.

when he lifts his face up, you liked the sight of your essence on his nose and chin. you immediately pulled him and kisses him with an open mouth, groaning when you tasted yourself.

“we’re not done yet.”

heeseung grabbed your ankles and tossed you in the bed. you took off your shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor.

you eye heeseung taking his pants off before crawling on the bed. you open your legs, still feeling your cum dripping from your pussy.

when heeseung kneels in front of you, you whisper, “let me ride you.”

without hesitation, heeseung grabs the back of your knees and you wrap your legs on his waist.

you moan when you felt heeseung’s hard member under you.

“you ready?”

heeseung asks you and you nod. he lifts you up and positions his dick in your hole.

as you sink down, you moan as you let yourself take in heeseung slowly. he let out a moan too, making you feel less worried that it was only you who can feel him. your hole was sucking heeseung’s dick that it motivated you to begin moving.

you slowly bounced up and down, throwing your head back. feeling heeseung’s dick inside you was a dream come true. hearing him groan at your tightness was music to your ears.

heeseung was looking down, seeing how both of you are taking each other so well. the sight of you bouncing on him was something he didn’t know he would find addicting to look at.

“you’re s-so big.”

“y/n, you feel so good.”

you continue bouncing up and down faster that heeseung threw his head back at the head board. heeseung holds your back and rolls his tongue on your nipples that made you moan louder.

“g-god!”

your thighs were becoming tired but you haven’t reached your high yet.

“heeseung?” you say as you slowed down your movements.

“yes, babe?”

“can you…fuck me from behind?”

“fuck yes.”

swiftly, your stomach is now flat on the bed. you moaned when heeseung inserted his dick you without a warning.

“heeseung…you feel so good…”

you say as you grip your hands on the pillow. every time heeseung moved his hips forward, you’d moan until you rolled your eyes at the pleasure he was giving you.

“am i making your dreams come true?”

“yes! oh god yes!”

heeseung leaned down, biting your ear and grabbing one of your nipples to play with. you instantly felt your pussy getting wetter.

“my girl is taking me so well.”

you hide your face on the pillow under you and bite it. you’ve been thinking that this feeling was so sensational but really, it was heaven and euphoric. your fantasies were becoming a reality and your boyfriend was so willing in making it come true.

“o-oooh!”

“feel good?”

you nod your head vigorously, “s-so good!”

“faster, heeseung!”

hearing your request, heeseung pounds you faster and you threw your head back, not minding if the stretch of your neck was hurting you. you forced to turn your head to face heeseung whose eyes were shut and moaning along with you.

“hee?” you tried to talk with a breathy, choked moan.

“yes, baby?”

“kiss me, please.”

heeseung leans down and kisses you, both of you trying to catch each other’s lips. you scrunched your forehead when you can feel heeseung’s cum starting to drip down from him.

“let’s cum together.”

you nod your head and heeseung pushes himself into you again and both of you were left a moaning mess.

you let out continuous screams as your body rocked back and forth along with heeseung’s movements. heeseung held your hand gripping on the mattress and you locked your fingers with his.

when both of you came, heeseung placed his face on your nape and kissed it as both of you slowed down. both of you were panting and heeseung kissed your shoulders to soothe you down. when he pulled out, only did you feel the burning feeling in your butt and in your hole.

you felt heeseung lie down beside you but your stomach was still lying flat on the mattress. heeseung hugs you and gives your bare back many kisses and the feeling was ticklish, it made you giggle.

you turn around to face heeseung and like you, he was a mess. a beautiful mess. his hair was all wet and some got into his sweaty forehead. you couldn’t help it so you lunged forward and grabbed heeseung’s face to kiss him. you opened your mouth in the kiss that heeseung followed. you were basically eating each other’s faces.

“y/n, y/n—”

heeseung held your shoulders and you giggled at his protests.

“what?” you say while giggling.

“nothing. just…that was amazing.”

you smile, brushing the hair blocking his eyes, “you were too.”

“didn’t know my girlfriend can be so wild.”

you slapped his chest and laughs at your reaction.

“you were too!”

you yelped when heeseung turned both of you around with him on top of you.

“see what i mean,” you say, raising your eyebrow at him.

“and i can be that again.”

heeseung leans closer to your face, “should we do another round?”

one of your imaginations include heeseung asking you for another round until both of you fucked each other’s brains out.

“yes, please.”

“what my girl wants, my girl gets.”

without warning, heeseung inserted his dick inside you and left you screaming the entire night.

#heeverseblog #enhypen #enhypen fluff #heeversereads #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #enhypen smut #enhypen angst #heeverserecs #enhypen scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung fanfic #heeseung fic #heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung #heeseung fluff #heeseung au #heeseung

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devil-doms · 1 year

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I SEE YOU'RE A FELLOW LEVI ENJOYER..

i am on my hands and knees requesting dom!levi x reader with tailfucking . that is all i need in this world. (all of this is /lh of course, no rush and no worries!)

YES I AM~ been a proud levi simp since day one ♥︎

LEVI 🧡🔞

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (no age in bio = block)

You and Levi sat across each other on the floor, watching carefully as the bid counts down for an anime figure. You had agreed to help him out and for that, he was extremely grateful.

He taps his fingers against his phone in anticipation. You guys were still the top bid…until the last few seconds. Levi’s eyes widen when he sees his bid be surpassed. He quickly ups his bid to pass the other demon, but he was too late.

He drops his phone in defeat, staring up at the ceiling. You sigh to yourself, feeling bad for him. You began to think on how to make him feel better.

“I’m not even good at being a worthless otaku…I couldn’t even get the figure…” He doesn’t move from that position.

You set your phone down and slowly crawl towards him without saying a word.

“I’m like…a worthless worthless otaku…”

You’re now in front of him. He doesn’t even realize it until you run your hands up and down his thighs.

You look right up at him.

"Hey," you whisper, "are you okay?"

"You-you-you..." he starts stammering. "Uh... I-it's just, you don’t have to-to do that."

"But I want to, you lost your bid…I know it sucks that you didn't get her…" You say.

"I even had a space for her…"

"I bet they don't have a spot for her." Your fingers slowly brush against his cock through his pants.

His jealously had rapidly grown, and right before your eyes he turned into his demonic form. Levi now stood before you, you can see his tendril cocks still hard through his pants, “It’s not fair!”

Before you could do anything about them, you feel something slip around your waist, Levi's tail. Before you knew it your pants were off and Levi had you on your back.

He held your legs apart with his hands so he could watch you get fucked by his tail. He pants and grunts, you could borderline see the envy radiate around his body.

It was so deep within you. Your back arches with each thrust. You wonder how long you can hold on. You feel it squirm inside you, and with that, you choke up and quickly cum. You shiver as he pulls out.

You slowly open your eyes, you look up at Levi. He lets go of your legs, which were shaking like crazy. You see his cocks twitch, he was trying to catch his breath. His cum was running down your thigh and you didn’t even know it.

When Levi looks down at you, his eyes widen and he returns to his usual form. He looks away, blushing furiously, "You…you know w-what you were doing…"

"I wanted to make you feel better. Did it work?” You ask, slowly sitting up.

Levi glances at you, trying to hide the rest of his blushing face from you, “You don’t have to ask me that…You know it did…”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #leviathan smut #anon ask #💙#obey me smut

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mustbemosstaken · 8 months

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I know this has been said before but the people bringing it up in the art stream has put it back in my brain (Also please keep in mind this is very /lh and just my opinion based on how I interpret the story of Fable SMP as a viewer):

Y’all don’t want a Rae villain arc, you want an arc where Heyhay can play a villain. A villain arc for Rae would go against literally all of the character development that has been established for Rae.

And you can’t even have the argument of like “oh well the angst of if he’s corrupted and then comes back later to see how he hurt people” because WE HAD THAT. WE HAD LIKE A WHOLE ARC OF THAT WITH THE WARDEN.

Even outside of the Warden, you’ve got that whole Among Us AU where we get to see Rae being evil?? We have villain Rae guys what more do you want?!? Villain!Rae is a fun idea for an AU, but narrative wise it does not work in canon at all-

I agree that Heyhay would play a great villain, and would probably find a way to make Villain!Rae really compelling. But Rae has been built up in such a way that to have him suddenly “go on a villain arc” would just like,,, wreck any of his previously established arcs?? At least from my interpretation of Fable so far, the overall arc with Rae as a character, regardless of gods or anything like that, has always been about a man coming to love himself through learning to love other people, and through that, a lonely man finding a family. S1 Rae at the very beginning is a lonely, broken man with no regard for himself or those around him, driven purely by research, who is forced to take a mentoring, and then pseudo-leadership position, and forced to care for and eventually come to love the people around him, who he now views as his family. A family he never got to have beforehand.

That’s why the relationship with c!Jamie is so important to Rae in canon. Jamie is the first person where Rae really had to step up and be there for someone else. Thats why he cares so much about c!Athena, because Rae really had to find it within himself to save them and be there for them. That’s why Banner Fam, or the Breakfast Squad, or even eventually Broters means so much to Rae because he didn’t have that family when we started the story. To have him go on a villain arc and hurt the people around him would narratively break all of that. It would pull apart all of those relationships at the very foundations, and it would be really hard to repair them from a storytelling perspective.

The only way I could see it being done is if Rae was to go “evil” to protect the people he cares about, but as long as those characters are still in the picture they’re the kind of people who wouldn’t let Rae do that to himself. Hell, the man had a full breakdown because he punched his best friend one time, you think he’s gonna murder someone or something?

And like,,, it’s not even like we don’t get to see snippets of these things in canon. We get to see elements of Rae losing himself to anger and desperation in order protect others. We get it when he replaces his eye in S2 and he goes all mad scientists, or when he yells at Ulysses in S3 because he genuinely believes he needs to step up because this man is a threat to his family. Hell, we even see the angst of “his family thinks Rae is evil and is scared of him” because THATS LIKE MOST OF C!JAMIES ARC IN EARLY S2???

Season 2 really is a treasure trove of theoretically “villainous Rae” content. His betrayal of Aax’s trust with the eye surgery, the Jamie memory arc where they do view Rae as evil, delving into more and more dangerous and morally questionable Telchin medicine to help c!Athena, and then the entirety of the Warden arc where he’s actively hurting those around him and taken over by an evil goddess, like it’s all there. We have that guys!?!

This ended up way longer than I thought it would lol, but I don’t know, I just constantly see people in the fandom and in HeyHay13’s twitch chat being like “oooh villain Rae we desperately need villain Rae in canon” and I just personally don’t get the appeal from a storytelling perspective. Maybe I’m just too caught up in wanting characters to be happy lol. Let my poor little meow meow have peace and love his boyfriends and not have to be evil again.

Anyway, uh… TLDR Mosstaken doesn’t like villain!Rae except for when he does I guess lmao /j

#fable smp #fablesmp #rae morningstar #honestly like I’m sure if a villain arc could work narratively it would be really cool I just don’t get the appeal of it based on past lore #someday I’m just gonna write a dissertation on the themes of Fable apparently #these always end up being so long-#fable smp c!Jamie

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kaeyas-beloved · 11 months

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☕️ with my boy Kaeya

I think you mean OUR boy Kaeya 🤨/lh/j also I’m McCrying over the ending cause I don’t think it’s the best but it is what it is :(( (still a little salty over this not saving so I had to rewrite the ending 😭)

CWs: gn!reader

Acts of service prompts: open!

[ ☕️ ] - memorising how they take their tea/coffee and making it for them without being asked

If there was one thing Kaeya hated more than waking up on a workday, it was waking up with the sun glaring in his beautiful, heterochromatic eyes.

A low groan rumbled from his throat, eyes squinting shut as he rolled over, burying his head in his pillow. What a cruel world he lives in, forced to work when all he wants is to remain in bed with you. However, the responsible part of him knew he had to get up, but that didn’t stop him from reaching over to cuddle with you for just five more minutes.

Though when his bare hand went to search for you and was met with cold sheets his head snapped up from the pillow, eyes wide. You’d always lay with him until he woke up, so your absence was like a splash of cold water. Just where could you have-?

“Morning sleepyhead,” a voice called out, light in volume and sweet to the ear. Immediately, his gaze is drawn over to the bedroom door where you stand, still in your pyjamas. Kaeya hadn’t realized until then how tense his shoulders were, but now that you’d returned within sight his muscles relaxed, body sinking back into the mattress.

He looks at you with this gorgeous, sleepy smile and hums in response. His gaze trails your form as you make your way over to his side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge.

“It’s a good morning indeed, now that you’re here.” Like moments before he reaches out for you, hand splaying along your leg and giving it a tiny squeeze.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you offer a smile in return nonetheless, “oh Kaeya… sweetheart, love of my life, you’re such a flirt, even bright and early.”

“But you enjoy it, don’t you?” You laugh, nodding with your agreement. How could you not? He means every compliment he says to you.

Amidst the tender scene (and the act of staring at your content expression), Kaeya spots something new, “what’s that you got there?” Shuffling a little so he can sit up, he tilts his head in hopes to spot the contents of the mug, “coffee?”

“Mhm, for you.” You offer the porcelain, his large hands meeting and wrapping around yours as he takes it, “two and half scoops of sugar and a splash of milk - just the right amount of sweetness - just how you like it.”

There’s a second where you miss the warmth of the cup and your lovers hands, the heat lingering on your own, but when you spot the blank look on Kaeya’s face it’s like all the heat in your body leaves you.

He just stares at the cup, hair falling over his shoulder and creating a curtain to hide some of his face. The silence is worrying and your mouth opens and closes as you search for anything to say, “if… if it’s not how you like I can go make you-”

Your worries are cut off by his quiet mumbles. “Say that again my love?”

“Just how I… like it?” Kaeya tears his gaze away from the rippling coffee, eyes staring up at your confused face. You are the first person in such a long time to make him something to help start his day. The last time someone did was… a very long time ago.

Slowly his lips quirk into a smile, the softest one he’s had all morning, “thank you. I really appreciate it.”

The breath you’ve been holding leaves you as you lean forward and capture the captain’s lips with your own. When you go to back away you can’t help but giggle just a little at Kaeya chasing after you, “Of course, anything for you. Plus, I know you’re not a big fan of mornings.”

“You know me too well, from my dislikes all the way to how I like my kisses,” something a little more teasing coats his tone with his next words, “so that means you know I need no less than three more kisses from you before I head off to work. Will you help a man in need and let him have another one now?”

You laugh again and, never one to say no to him and a kiss, you go back for another, lingering longer than last time. Setting the mug out of the way, Kaeya pulls you closer to him, pouring all the love he can into this one sign of affection. And when air becomes a necessity, your lover tugs you into a hug instead, hoping to convey in this embrace all he wants to. Thank you, I love you.

He’ll repay this kindness and love, he swears it. For now though, he’ll stick to enjoying what you’ve given him. He’d hate for your work to go to waste.

Maybe, just maybe, mornings are okay, but only if you’re apart of it.

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shuamorollss · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON THE MILESTONE WIFEY!! <33 those prompts look so cute 🫶 could i request “wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” with heeseung?

TYSM MY FAE, MY WIFEY, MY WIFAE 😭💞💞💞

project partner — lhs/gn!reader

g. fluff ☆ w. not proofread ☆ wc. 1k

note. AHH i enjoyed writing this sm??! I thought i was gonna leave this in the drafts bc of the sudden writers block i had but last night my 12am mind was like.. Omg I know how to finish this fic now!!! ANW i hope this was somewhat enjoyable cause again, i did =w= + reblogs & likes are greatly appreciated!

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A lot of people (including you) hate group projects, yes, but there’s something about project pairings that gives you an ick. And there is a reason why you think so; it’s because every partner you had paired up with either ghosted you or have made you do all the work. Yelling at them was no use since they wouldn’t care a bit, resulting in you ratting them out to your adviser.

In short, pairings are more of a hassle than group work, which can still have a few people helping out. Unlike those toad sucking people you have been paired with in the past.

You always fume whenever collaboration projects only require being in pairs. ‘Cause who would be your pair? Would it be the class’s brainy or the brainfart? you only have to pray and gamble with yourself for it to not be the latter.

And boom.

You’re suddenly at a desk beside Lee Heeseung, your project partner.

You were internally screaming yet thankful it was not anyone else. Heeseung is a smart guy, though he only uses that sweet brain of his whenever he wants to, and that’s the hard part. Trying to crack him open to his potential and getting him to cooperate so you two can pass.

You shook your head out of trance and began to transfer your gaze to the male beside you, already writing notes.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t need any cracking, thankfully— though you still don’t trust him, maybe, you’re not so sure either.

While the other does his task, you take a peak of his work. Slowly nodding as you examine his neat notes and the way he writes gets you mezmerised. You honestly did not expect him to be so awfully cooperative AND organized, which made you more excited on trying to finish the project as soon as possible.

The only thing that’s bothering you now is communication.

In any amount of tries you had, requiring him questions, everything you had said would be left unanswered by the other.

“ So, what do you think we should start researching first? “

No response, the male’s wrist still moves as the pen he’s holding scribbles at the notebook he’s writing in.

“ heeseung, Do you have any suggestions about this topic? “ You have decided to give it another shot, asking once more. You lay your gaze on the male’s head as it was blocking your view on his notebook. You wouldn’t even care about what he’s doing anymore, at that moment all you feel was anger and the urge to rip his head off and face you.

Another silence brought by the man, as if it's your talking to mid air.

You deeply exhaled all the fuming anger inside you, attempting to keep yourself calm but at that point, you didn't ponder on asking once more, instead, you slid your hands under Heeseung's notebook and immediately snatched it from him.

You tried to stretch your arm far and high as possible so that it would be out of Heeseung's reach, finally getting his attention.

You let out a proud “ Aha! “ then noticing the other, not even trying to get it back from you.

Instead, Heeseung raised his head, his eyes only following the book you had snatched. And froze in that position for a few seconds. You expected him to try and take it from you yet he didn’t. Your arms still stretched afar yet your face slightly dropped when Heeseung’s eyes darted to you, looking directly to your eyes, slowly forgetting your classmates were around, and the both of you were still in your classroom. You froze in place, unable to let out any words out of your mouth as your eyes sparkle while staring at the male in front of you. You felt your chest pound every second pass of the two of you just staring, but not long Heeseung finally spoke up.

“ I really couldn’t speak earlier, must be because of how pretty you look. “

And a sudden pang! Has hit your heart, too deep.

You were completely frozen, trying to process what he just said.

Your heart was about to explode as Heeseung’s face leaned closer. you hold your breath, prepared for what's about to happen next.

“ Thanks, I thought you were gonna keep that away. “ Heeseung thanked, easily sliding his notebook out of your grip, a huge grin plastered on his face. And you? You were dumbfounded, trying to process what had just happened as well. It felt like too much had happened within a few minutes between you and Heeseung, and your heart couldn’t stop beating rapidly as you recall those events.

You knew that you fell for his trick, and it was smart of him to have thought of that and do it so boldly.

Who knew heeseung was a flirt? You thought to yourself, finally lowering your arm where you were holding the male's notebook just a few seconds ago.

You stare at him… Continuing to write in his notebook like nothing happened for a few moments ago, in which the male catches your gaze and lets out a soft chuckle which has caused your heart to pound again. You deeply exhaled, calming yourself and your thumping chest, and coming back to your main focus that was your project presentation that was due in two weeks. It’s best if you two plan it right now and not lose focus because of whatever heeseung pulled.

As you were about to speak, Heeseung had already cutted your words off, “ if you’re going to ask me what i’m doing… Then it’s the agenda and topic choices we can be able to present. “ He turns his head too you. His eyes laying it’s view on you once again. “ The only thing we have to do after this is the research, docs, and the slideshow. Can we do that? “ He said, raising a brow.

“ As long as we have everything planned, of course we can. “ you answered with a smirk on your face. From frustration, dumbfounded, to being ecstatic knowing that the both of you already have made progress thanks to Heeseung. And you just then realized that you haven’t cooperated a single thing for today’s brainstorming. Though you didn’t feel much upset about it since it was the first day, You’ll be able to do something tomorrow.

Also hoping that your project partner doesn’t pull another You look so pretty trick on you again.

#ficscafe #enhypenwriters #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #enhypen x you #heeseung x you #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung x y/n #enhypen x y/n #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios

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danganronpa-imagine-headcanon · 2 years

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May I request some cute Shinsai, please? Maybe Kiyo taking care of a sick Shuichi? (Or the other way around, if that’s easier.) The nerd boys living together and taking care of each other warms my heart. Thank you in advance and I hope you have a great day! 💖

Hello! Of course I can do that for you :) I’m terribly sorry for how long this took to write! I also wrote it in the form of a oneshot, since I thought that would be easier. I hope that’s okay! While Shinsai is not too popular, it has to be one of my favorite ships. Also— when the word hahck is said, that’s supposed to be Shuichi coughing. Please take it seriously I think it looks really silly /lh

-Mod Kirumi

“Dear...” Korekiyo said, cringing as Shuichi began another coughing fit, frantically sorting through his detective files, “Maybe you should stay home.”

“No—” Shuichi wheezed, “I’m— hahck— fine. I need to get to work.”

“The last time you went to work sick, you threw up and Harukawa-san had to drive you home,” He sighed, “Shuichi, I think you should stay home.”

“I’m fine,” Shuichi tried to tell him, but it ironically came out as more of a whimper as his voice cracked. He shivered soon after, which pretty much sealed the deal that Korekiyo was going to keep him home.

Korekiyo only hummed, walking over to Shuichi and reaching out to hold his hand— the one that was not gripping files close to his chest.

“Shuichi. Look at me.”

His voice was not gentle but it was certainly not demanding— it was loving with just the right amount of a push for Shuichi to tear his gaze away from his files.

“I do not think you should go. You’re coughing hysterically, you can hardly talk, and I don’t like that you are refusing to check your temperature. I want you to stay home until you feel better.”

Shuichi gave Korekiyo a weak smile, squeezing his hand back and nodding.

“I know. But I’m not throwing up,” He said, “I’m gonna be o—”

Shuichi was cut off by a cough, and it wasn’t long before he ended up dropping the files he had in his hands. Korekiyo winced when the papers fell out of what they were encased in, but what worried him the most was Shuichi’s shoulders slumping as he began to stumble, quickly gripping onto Korekiyo’s shoulder.

“Sh- hahck— Shit...” He mumbled, and the swearing felt so foreign coming out of Shuichi, “I’m sorry...”

Shuichi shut his eyes tightly as if he was dizzy, leaning his head into Korekiyo’s chest. Korekiyo instantly put an arm around him, using his other hand to run his fingers through his hair.

“You’re fine. We can pick them up later,” He reassured him, pulling strands of hair stuck to Shuichi’s face with sweat out of the way, “You should lay down, dear. I’m going to get you some tea and soup started, okay?”

“Please don’t trouble yourself because of me,” Shuichi whispered, shakily pulling himself away from Korekiyo and sitting on the bed. Korekiyo tried not to chuckle at the way Shuichi’s face looked like he had simply admitted defeat about going to work.

“You’re not trouble,” Korekiyo told him, “Chamomile tea and chicken noodle soup?”

Shuichi sighed.

“You’re right. Thank you, love.”

—

“Here you are,” Korekiyo pushed the door open, blinking in surprise as he noticed Shuichi faced towards the trash can on the floor, coughing and very clearly vomiting.

He was quick to set the food down and rush over to his boyfriend, kneeling on the ground next to him and holding his hair back, rubbing his back.

It wasn’t long before Shuichi stopped, a few coughs escaping his lips before glancing over to Korekiyo. He was a sorry sight— his hair all ruffled and his body sweating. There were bags under his eyes and he was paler than a sheet.

“Sorry,” He shivered, “I told you I wasn’t going to throw up.”

“I see,” Korekiyo said, amused, “It’s not like you chose to vomit, Shuichi. Come on— let’s get you back to bed.”

Korekiyo helped him stand up, leading him over to the bed and sitting him down before sitting down next to him, holding the tray of food.

“Do you still want this?” He asked, “I won’t make you do anything, but you should at least drink some of the water.”

Shuichi’s lower lip trembled.

“I feel weak. I’m sorry, Korekiyo... I don’t want to refuse what you made me.”

Korekiyo hummed.

“What if I fed it to you?”

Shuichi looked at Korekiyo as if he was speaking to him in a different language.

“Huh?” He stammered, “No, Korekiyo, you don’t have to do that, I—”

“I don’t mind to,” He insisted, “You are sick, Shuichi. You need to eat something.”

Shuichi pursed his lips together like he wanted to argue, but Korekiyo did not want to give him a chance to. He picked up the spoon for the soup and gathered a spoonful of it before carefully bringing it to Shuichi’s lips.

Shuichi reluctantly took it, opening his mouth and eating the spoonful.

“Thank you,” He mumbled.

Korekiyo smiled.

“Anytime. Would you like some more?”

Shuichi offered him a weak smile.

“If that’s not too much of a bother.”

So, that was what Korekiyo did. He sat there next to Shuichi, bringing spoonfuls of soup to his lips and giving him his tea when he needed it. He brought water to Shuichi’s mouth and ensured that he was properly fed and hydrated.

He liked taking care of Shuichi. He liked the feeling of nursing him back to good health, despite the fact he most likely would not achieve that in one day.

Once the food had been finished, Korekiyo set it aside on the bedside table.

“Thank you for doing that for me,” Shuichi thanked him once more, “You didn’t have to.”

“I did it because I wanted to,” Korekiyo assured him, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Shuichi chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip.

“Do you... mind staying with me?” He asked softly.

“Shuichi, are you trying to get me sick?” Korekiyo asked playfully, and when he noticed Shuichi rush to shake his head and explain, he chuckled, “I was only kidding. Of course I can stay with you.”

So, as asked, Korekiyo went to lay down next to Shuichi, wrapping an arm around him. Shuichi was quick to lean into his grasp (not before sneezing on him and frantically apologizing).

When everything was said and done, and the two had settled into bed, it was quiet for a while. The two were able to have comfortable silences— which made their relationship all the more peaceful.

It wasn’t long before Shuichi spoke up, though.

“Korekiyo?” He whispered.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can you tell me about anthropology?” He asked quietly, “Anything’s fine. I... want a distraction.”

Ah. Anthropology. Korekiyo could do that anyday.

“I can do that,” He agreed, clearing his throat, “Well, as you know, anthropology is the study of humanity, their cultures, and how they progress. However, there are many different branches of anthropology...”

Shuichi leaned closer into Korekiyo’s side, pulling the blanket closer onto both of them as Korekiyo’s grip on him tightened, even just a little.

“The most common known ones are physical/biological anthropology, or social anthropology. Though there’s more, for example, linguistic anthropology, many branches and groups overlap. That’s why I don’t like focusing on just one...”

Korekiyo didn’t mean to bore Shuichi, but he knew he had started to ramble. He kept his voice soft and warm to avoid irritating his boyfriend, but he did talk for quite some time. He only stopped when he noticed that Shuichi had not replied to him in a while, nor made a gesture that he was still listening.

He heard his steady breathing and tilted his head.

“Are you awake?” He whispered, and when he got no response, he smiled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on the top of Shuichi’s head.

“Goodnight, beloved. Feel better. I love you.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa writing #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #korekiyo shinguuji #korekiyo shinguji #shuichi saihara #shinsai #sickfic #tw vomit #vomit tw #cw vomit #vomit cw #danganronpa oneshot

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

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Oh oh oh, @a-xyz-s, you underestimate me. :)

I wrote this when I was very tired but it’s also kind of good so I hope whoever is reading it likes it. I might make it an AU, who knows though.

Never Fucking Again.

^^ title is shit don’t mention it /lh

_WC - 1.1k

_TW: Mention of death, unintentional torture, swearing

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If he’s being honest, he hates his role in the kingdom. He’d rather sip alcohol while leaning back in a bar stool, legs propped on the counter while he chats with his friends. He wants to be able to end the day by stargazing in nearby fields and run around forests rather than sitting in a fancy office with fancy lighting in an uncomfortable fancy suit that he shouldn’t be wearing at the hour. Like right now, for example.

Towers of paperwork sit on every inch of his desk, his small friend is nowhere to be seen, and his ink is running out at an alarming rate. With his father apparently retiring, he’s getting the lucky job of being king. While the title sounds exciting, behind it is hours of study time and days of training before he can even begin to be called worthy.

His so-called powers are apparently still in development, however he knows that he hasn’t gotten them yet because the only training time he gets for hem are for about fifteen minutes per day. And during that time, he’s being yelled at to stop forcing it and calm down, yet there’s a loud voice in his ears at every moment. Even without being told so he still understands the problem.

And, on top of that, every little movement he sees in the corner of his eyes channels an instant panic to the surface because of the borrower he’s befriended. Don’t get him wrong, it’s refreshing to have company that isn’t catching onto every little thing he does wrong. But it still was annoying to be in charge of keeping Tommy’s existence a secret when the borrower himself was a bit too occupied with curiosity to even care about possibly being spotted.

To say it all in easier words, he was stressed. Very fucking stressed.

And the last thing he needed was for his friend to come out and bother him when the last thing he wanted was to converse with someone while doing overdue paperwork.

“Heyy, Big S!” Tommy greeted, appearing from the mounds of paperwork with a smug grin. He held a shiny coin that he probably belonged to him or some other royal family member in his hands, but he set it aside a moment after. Sapnap noticed the boy but only looked from the corner of his eyes as he didn’t want to take his eyes off of the white paper. “Hi Tommy.” Sapnap greeted nonchalantly, still not really paying attention.

“Still working? Isn’t it a bit late?”

Sapnap shrugged, scribbling a signature, putting the paper to the side, and taking another. That seemed to be the common routine for most study nights. “Do you need any help?”

Sapnap shook his head, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Okay. Uh, are you almost done? It’s been a bit since we’ve hung out, don’t you think?”

“Do I look almost done?” Sapnap finally spoke, breaking his concentration to look at the small human, who was sat against, oh wow, more papers. Something shifted in Tommy’s eyes but he couldn’t pinpoint it. He took the momentary break of silence as invitation to pick his pen up and continue. And after a few quiet moments,

“Mm, you can take a break, can’t you?”

Sapnap ignored him, tensing his body in hopes of drowning every sound and sense out of him.

—

Well, he fucked that one up. When Sapnap set his pencil down harshly and stared at him with orange eyes that looked to be burning from the inside, he understood the power’s Sapnap spoke of for many months. When flames emerged from the clothing of his friend and settled down to a bright hue that ruffled gently on its own, dim popping embers floating down to the ground, he just then realized why he wasn’t supposed to speak with, or even interact with, a human.

“Does any part of me look free to chat? Tommy you know how fucking difficult it is to even get half of a stack done, I can’t just sit here and talk with you when I need to be concentrated on this damn thing!” Sapnap finally spoke, his voice hoarse and much deeper, as if it changed along with the appearance. Tommy scrambled between two stacks of paper, his eye kept on Sapnap, specifically his hands, which were fucking burning through the table. A small stack of the papers he was apparently so busy on had burned up a hood halfway before stopping completely. Tommy’s eyes teared up for no good reason. The best option was to leave and wait for Sapnap to calm down, but something about him wanted to stay. Also for no good reason. Forgive him for being curious. He’s never actually seen his powers before. “You bitch, calm down! I can just leave if you’re too busy, no need for all of this.” He said semi-confidentially, still gazing at Sapnap. He had came slightly out of the space he was in, but he still remained hidden.

The fire in Sapnap still hadn’t died down, and it seemed to go higher after Tommy’s little quip. “You’re the reason I’m upset, Tommy, don’t tell me to calm down.”

He might’ve overestimated his hiding spot. For one, he clearly was in plain sight, and two, Sapnap’s hand that quite literally burned through the table was coming for him and him specifically.

“Fuck.” He tried to go back but it was a bit too late of an effort, as he instantly was grabbed in a fist by the very same, oh fuck that’s hot, burning hand. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the other hand, but it really, really didn’t feel too good. Actually, he felt like he was melting. Fiery air came at him from every direction, and the hot skin around his small form picked at his clothing and came in contact with his skin effortlessly, surely leaving a bad mark. “Sapnap,” Tommy chuckled loosely. “Come on, Big S, it’s not that big of a deal,”

The fist tightened and he cried in pain at the burn, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to pass out, or better yet die. At least then he won’t have to deal with the pain of after he’s released. If he is.

He assured himself that he will be, but he’s starting to doubt that as a ringing began in his ear, and a very deep urge to fall asleep pulled at him.

Sapnap was speaking to him, but he was too focused on the pulsing burns, the throbbing pain in his head, the ringing, and better yet, the concentration of letting his body slow down.

As he did finally fall asleep, he hopes to Prime that Sapnap knows he won’t go about bickering with him again if it can save him a few very painful burns.

At least he got his powers working, though.

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#brickfic #mw #g/t #dream smp g/t #a gift #t!tommy #g!sapnap #gift for xyz<<3 /p #enjoy enjoy enjoy!!!#mcyt g/t #okay one more writing thing left #dudududu

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bigxrig · 2 years

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Sunday Snippet

Today was @writerscornercafe August mass sprint so I figured I would share a snippet! I was originally going to work on my vampire fic and my brain said no <3 so I switched to a fic that’s supposed to be for warm up and my brain said maybe <3 So this is from a fic I’m still not sure if I will finish but I’m having a good time. It’s a poly fic featuring Harry/OFC/Louis.

Lennon dropped her phone in her lap and ran her hands over her face. She wanted to scream or punch something. She was furious that her mother couldn’t get her shit together. She was angry that she couldn’t help her siblings get away. She felt guilty she was an ocean away and couldn’t do more to help them than she was. It felt like a never-ending cycle, one she tried desperately to escape when she moved out, but she wasn’t sure if she ever would. Not while her siblings were still in her mother’s care.

Before she got up, she texted Kenzie about the rent and reassured her she would cover Jewel’s portion. Lennon wiped her eyes and finally got up. Originally, she was going to stop by the bookstore she knew was around the corner but all she wanted was to go back to her apartment, watch 10 Things I Hate About You and cry. She did her best to gather herself as she walked the long way around the park- the last thing she wanted to do was cry on the tube. She hoped by taking the long way around would help her calm down. That was of course until she nearly tripped over a soccer ball that came out of nowhere.

“Fuck, sorry love! Are you okay?”

Lennon straightened her bags and looked up at the stranger, her heart dropping again at the sight of Louis Tomlinson in front of her.

“Louis, hello. Yes, I’m okay.”

“Lennon,” Louis grinned. “How are you love?”

Lennon accepted Louis’ hug quickly and hoped he hadn’t noticed how upset she was, “I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“Good, yeah. I’m just having a kickabout with some friends. What are you doing here?”

Lennon glanced at the field to their left and noticed a small group of guys standing around and a few girls further away, giggling and staring at them.

“I had a picnic with some friends, I’m on my way home now.”

“We’re going to a pub after this, you should come!”

“Oh,” Lennon felt herself blushing. “I don’t drink but thank you and I really should be getting home.”

“Me either, actually. The lads do though, and I could crave a good pub burger,” Louis laughed. “But alright, I’ll leave you be. We should get together for dinner this week though. Here, let me get your number.”

Lennon was so shocked that Louis Tomlinson was asking for her number that she gave it without a second thought. Without worrying about the implications, without worrying what her bosses at work would say. Suddenly, Louis had her number with the intention of getting together for dinner.

“I’ll text you later in the week, alright love? Be safe getting home.”

“Thank you, Louis. Have a good night.”

Lennon walked away feeling a wide array of emotions that she didn’t know how to process. She desperately needed that movie and a cry, maybe even some ice cream to top it all off.

I’ll tag everyone who participated in the sprint! @justalarryblog @restless-rebels @lh-home @larrieblr @tommokat @larryatendoftheday @beardyboyzx @harryslonecurl @musketrois @onlythesweet @haztobegood

#i think that's everyone #and thank you to everyone who was a cheerleader!!#today was a lot of fun even if my brain was slow going #another friday night au

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roniscloud · 3 years

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lhs - runnin’

lee heeseung [a. + f. 4700 words] runnin’

to you

you came up on some new

i know i shouldn’t feel blue

‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you

synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?

genre + tropes: angst. fluff. comedy. college!au. establishedrelationship!au. exes!au.

warnings: fem reader. swearing. arguing. nosy friends. cold heeseung and cold reader. drifting relationship. interventions. slight suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned like once. they both pine over each other. mentions of alcohol and binge drinking. maybe not a happy ending. if you choose to see it that way. whoops. appearances of the rest of enha plus txt yeonjun and soobin.

i. the break

“so this is how it’s gonna end? i thought we were doing fine.”

heeseung erupts into an even angrier fit, “are you kidding me? we are not fucking fine. in what world is this fine? tell me!”

you scoff from where you stand cross-armed on the other side of the bedroom. “well, can you really blame me? it’s hard to see if there’s something wrong if we never see each other.”

“exactly my point! we don’t see each other.”

the two of you have been at each other’s throats since heeseung showed up at your apartment. you have no idea how long ago that was or when the argument started. all you remember is coming up to him when he arrived, wanting to actually spend some time with him. instead he shrugged you off and ignored you, blaming the fatigue. the rest has been a blur. one of you made an offhand comment and now here you are: frustrated and in another fight.

a quick recap: you two met at a mutual friend’s party. you thought that each other was attractive and he ended up asking you out. from there you kept going out, fell in love, dated, and everyone thought you were perfect together. three years later and it’s getting tiring. life has been draining trying to balance it all.

“and who’s fault is that?”

annoyed, he snaps back, “oh please, you can not put the blame solely on me.”

“bullshit. i sure can when i’m the only one making an effort here. i’ve actually been trying to save us. you, on the other hand…” you pause again, rolling your eyes, “well, we both know just how much you care.”

his jaw drops, defensively he spits back, “are you genuinely implying that i don’t care about you? about us? that’s rich.”

you move to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at a single spot on the floor. you can see the shadow of heeseing pacing back and forth. you sit there, not looking at each other. the only sounds to be heard are his footsteps and the heavy sighs from you. you think back to the last several weeks. you recall each of the times you have been able to see each other. there’s no substance, nothing memorable. the only thing that comes to mind is that you always end up not talking at all or arguing.

just like right now.

“be real, heesung. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time you stayed the night without it ending up with you just knocking out? when was the last time we actually sat down and had a conversation? be honest because i will. i can’t remember.”

“and yet you thought we were fine?”

“well it’s better to believe a good lie than face the hurtful truth. i’m trying to save this relationship. i’m trying all the fucking time and you don’t do shit.”

he spits back frustrated, “well maybe that’s because there’s nothing to be saved.”

“are you kidding me right now? am i supposed to be scared? you tell me that there’s nothing to be saved and expect me to just give up?”

“sorry but i’m not running from this anymore.”

“you’re not sorry and we both know it.” you push yourself back up to stand, resting your hands on your hips, “you can’t say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. that’s not how this works.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen. this isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“then make it work.”

“i- i can’t,” he holds his hands over his face, running one through his hair, “it’s too much.”

“so what? what do you mean?”

he finally stops. he takes a deep breath and lets it all out, “i just can’t see this working anymore, at least not like this.”

ii. week one

you thought this would be more difficult. that this would be the hardest pill to swallow. the first week apart may actually be the easiest. nothing has really changed. that’s probably because you haven’t told anyone that you two are no longer together. perhaps the time that you didn’t spend with each other before the break up had trained you for this.

life goes on, with or without heeseung. that’s what you keep telling yourself. you choose to get caught up with your life. you have other priorities. it’s not a crime to focus on yourself for the first time in three years.

heeseung feels the same. he doesn’t see any point on dwelling on the breakup. sure, he was the one who made the decision. he’s the one who put it out there. he’s the one who ended it and the one who is taking responsibility.

lucky for both of you, you don’t have any courses together and your schedules don’t really coincide. there’s no chance at any awkward run-ins. there is this weird, tiny feeling though. there’s this small inkling of something missing. you both suppress it. i mean, hell, the breakup just happened.

iii. scheming

meanwhile, your friends have all seemed to notice that the two of you are off. they aren’t sure what it is. they get that you two have had some time apart, but you’re both adults with lives. you have your own classes, jobs, other friends, and such. no one mentions it because they don’t think it’s their business.

but come on�� there’s no way they won’t get to the bottom of it. our resident gossips, sunoo and sunghoon, team up and make it their mission to snoop around. of course, they take precautions to not get caught. the scheming duo find out nothing, to no avail.

now the gang of the scheming duo plus jay, jake, and niki have convened in the common room of jungwon’s dorm building. the 02z are all playing billiards in one corner. sunoo battles jungwon in a game of ping pong. the youngest of the group sits by himself on one of the couches, contemplating if he should speak up. they’ve been in a heated discussion as they try to figure out what exactly has been irking them.

riki, against his own conscience, speaks up to the five. he has this gut feeling and innocently wants to voice his opinion. “what if,” the young boy start out while gauging the faces of the others, “now don’t get mad and just hear me out.” he stops again, taking his time to make eye contact with each of the older boys, waiting until they all nod, “what if… they broke up?”

the group of friends all exchange glances with each other before breaking out into laughter. jay composes himself a bit, still chuckling when he says, “seriously? you think they broke up? heeseung and y/n? yeah, no way.”

sunoo leans onto the ping pong table and eggs him on, “they are literally soulmates.”

jungwon sets his racket down and goes to plop himself next to riki on the couch, “there is no way in hell the two of them split.”

iv. breaking news

“yeah, we split.” plain and simple. three words that crushed the poor hearts of jake and jungwon. he broke the news over brunch. he sensed their curiosity when they deliberately never brought you up.

“good joke there, dude. almost had me for a second.” jake says, awkwardly with a forced laugh.

the youngest of the three chiming in and agreeing, “yeah, that’s really funny.” a silence hits the booth. “you are joking… right?”

the oldest then looks back and forth between the two, tilting his head to one side like a confused pup. he doesn’t see why they think he would joke and simply replies, “nope. you guys haven’t asked so i’m guessing you tried to snoop around and pick up on my cues. i’m also guessing sunoo’s behind this whole operation.”

“ok wait,” jake interjects, “what do you mean you broke up? you can’t just break up.”

jungwon agrees, “he’s right. you two are just playing a prank on us.”

“guys, i’m serious. y/n and i are no longer together.” the two just freeze, jaws dropped, eyes wide. “besides, it’s better this way.”

v. bad timing

meanwhile the remaining four members of their friend group have met up in the campus library in an attempted study session. so far, they’ve just gone back to gossiping and slacking off. the boys all find themselves teetering on the verge of sleep. that is until sunghoon catches you walking in. immediately going to softly pat the others back awake, they all look up confused. trying to stay subtle, hoon jerks his head to the side in your direction.

you make your way to one of the shelves, searching high and low for a book you need for your literature class. sneaking up behind you comes choi yeonjun, the library aid and a friend of yours.

“need any help?”

“no thanks, i’m good jun.” you give him a polite smile.

unbeknownst to both of you, the failure of a study group has creeped to a closer table. they knew that you two were friends but they still can’t help but eavesdrop. “will you two please shut up so we can hear them?” the annoyed face evident on sunghoon’s face at the bickering of sunoo and niki. he turns to see jay, snacking and not paying attention. he rolls his eyes at the group, his gaze then catching yeonjun leading you out of the shelves. quickly shushing the three and nodding his head in your direction again, they finally get the hint.

yeonjun steps in front of you, “so you know my friend soobin, right?”

“soobin… as in choi soobin?”

yeonjun flashes his bright smile, “that’s the one.”

“yeah i know him. we had a stats class together a while back. he definitely taught me a few tricks around a calculator.” you laugh with him, “he’s super sweet, and needless to say cute too.”

“well, am i glad to hear that! long story short, he’s kinda been crushing on you lately and wants to know if you’re free. he mentioned your shared class before but he said he never got your number.”

“since you have mine already, go ahead and give it to him. tell him i’m free whenever he is.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrows at your boldness, “will do. i just wanted to ask you first before i gave it to him because… y’know…”

“no worries, i completely understand.”

he gives a quick goodbye before going back to his desk. storming quickly, four faces appear in front of you, all a combination of confusion, shock, and anger.

sunoo starts, “um… y/n. why are you telling yeonjun to give your number to another guy?”

“yeah, are you cheating on heeseung?” his partner in crime, sunghoon, joins in.

you pause and scan their faces. your face dawns an equally as confused expression. “how can i cheat on someone who isn’t my boyfriend?”

four jaws simultaneously drop. riki’s being the first to close and answer a bit hushed, “i knew it.”

jay turns to him in disbelief, “not the time, niki!”

“did heeseung not tell you guys?” you ask them slowly. “i assumed he would be the one to let you all know.”

“that you two broke up?!” sunoo asks angrily, being shushed by yeonjun from the counter. giving an apologetic smile then tuning back into your conversation, “what do you mean you two broke up?”

“we just… broke up. that’s it. end of story. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to actually study.”

they watch you check out the book you came in for originally and walk out the doors, unsure of what to do next.

vi. the intervention

arranging your monthly movie night was not exactly the easiest task given the tensions surrounding two people in your group. so the only logical solution that they all could think of was to simply not to tell one of you that the other was coming over. a fool-proof plan.

in the dorm of the 02z, you did not expect to see heeseung when you walked in.

he gets up from his spot on the couch, “what the hell is going on here?”

“yeah, an explanation would be nice.” you cross your arms as you glare at the younger boys.

niki, trying to act as mediator gestures for both of you two sit on the loveseat—the same loveseat that was always reserved for the two of you before. “this is an intervention.”

after the confession of their intentions, everyone goes quiet. not a single word is spoken for several minutes, no one knowing how to start. after much internal contemplation, jungwon finally attempts to start. “we brought you two here today because- you know what, i can’t do this.” he stops and cuts himself off, burying his face in his hands.

sunoo sits next to him with his arms crossed. “how dare you two? our parents gets divorced and we don’t even get a notice.” it was common for them to refer to you and heeseung as the parents of the group, being the oldest. although something about sunoo still calling you by that nickname stings, him shaking his head to display his disappointment making you feel guilty.

you see heeseung out of the corner of your eye avoiding looking up to your friends. “look, i don’t see the big deal. we broke up. that happens when relationships don’t work out.”

sunghoon quickly intervenes, “how can you say it isn’t a big deal? you’re letting three years go to waste and that’s all you can say? that’s what happens.” he scoffs at how shameless you come off.

“well, would you rather us stay together even when we were unhappy?” their reactions were a mix of shouts, the words yes, of course not, and duh all blending into each other.

that’s what brought your ex boyfriend out of his daze. “y/n has a point. we broke up and it’s over. we were no longer happy and i don’t see the point in bringing it up again either. it’s in the past. let it go.” he says rather coldly and sternly. him actually saying it and acknowledging it caused that weird feeling to come back. his body language is off, too. your years together has taught you enough about heeseung to know when he’s upset, especially with himself.

jake takes his turn, looking down at his fidgeting hands and muttering sadly, “but you promised each other forever.”

that prompts you and heeseung to glance at each other quickly, making eye contact and it lingering for a couple of seconds. you look away first, not noticing that his stare doesn’t leave you.”some promises just can’t be kept.” your response then making him turn away.

“bullshit.” it’s the first word uttered by jay this entire time. “neither of you are the type to break promises.”

“some things can’t be helped,” heeseung defends.

jay, getting angrier, asks his friend, “did you know that she’s already going on a date? yeah, that guy, soobin. i’m pretty sure you know who he is. your ex,” he makes sure to stress the last word with a certain degree of annoyance, “thinks he’s cute.”

emotionless, heeseung answers back, “good for her, then.”

you were sure that you were over him, that’s why you said yes to the date. but something about him not caring leaves you feeling odd.

jungwon stops your train of thought, “no, you’re supposed to be upset. you’re supposed to get jealous and confess you still want to be with her. you’re supposed to fight for her and be together.”

another quick glance between the two of you, lasting longer than the previous one. no words are said on his end, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say. “he doesn’t have to fight when i’m the one who ended it.” you knew him. you knew he couldn’t admit to the others his decision. after all, he wants to be a good role model even in his darkest times. he couldn’t crush their idea of love and you did what you had to do. you lied for his sake—and maybe even yours.

vii. him

two months have passed since the breakup. there’s tension amongst the friend group, the six not wanting to pick sides between you and heeseung. they’re constantly going back and forth, like they’re walking on eggshells as to not bring up something that only happened with the other.

to get your mind off everything, you’ve found comfort in soobin. well, more accurately you’ve found comfort in between his sheets, or wherever you two decide for it to go down. that’s not to say the dates aren’t great. you’re not official and you both know that. your latest date, however, couldn’t help but feel weird.

the date was going pretty well. don’t get me wrong—soobin is a great guy. he’s sweet, caring, funny, and handsome. you have a lot in common like your taste in drinks and movies. maybe if you had met him first, you would’ve dated him… but you didn’t meet him first. you met heeseung first, and soobin isn’t heeseung.

you found yourself drifting from the conversation now and then, thinking about how heeseung would’ve been at that moment. you think back to his habits, particularly the way he raises his eyebrows whenever he’s excited or talking about something he’s passionate about. you always found it endearing. over the course of dinner, you are able to notice that soobin has some cute habits too, like him covering his face when he gets shy or puffing out his cheeks. but it still isn’t the same.

“you two deserve each other.”

soobin catches your attention again with that comment. “what?”

“you and heeseung. i know that look. don’t try to lie to me.”

“look, heeseung is my past, and i want it to stay that way.”

“do you really want it to stay that way, or are you just afraid of what could happen if you let him back into your present?”

you give him a teasing glare, “don’t get all philosophical with me. i just don’t think he and i can go back to how we were before.”

“what’s so bad about you two changing? obviously if it didn’t work out, you shouldn’t try to be what you were before.”

“can’t i just try with you?”

“as much as i would love for you to give me that chance, i can’t do that to you or to myself. it’s not fair.”

you hesitantly ask him, “but is it worth it?”

“that’s not my decision to make.”

viii. her

now that you’re virtually not in his life, he seems to be looking for you everywhere. actually… rather than going out of his way to look for you, everything just reminds him of you. the jingles of the commercials you always sang along to, your favorite songs on the radio, the reruns of 90’s shows you always binged. hell, even when he was making ramen, he was reminded of how you would make his favorite for him every time he was stressed over an exam. he was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, trying so hard to stay awake for his 3 hour long class with the most boring professor on campus. he fought the urge to text you since it felt like second nature to rely on you to help cheer him up.

there was a particular night when it really hit him. reality smacked him in the face late one evening. heeseung was bored out of his mind, laying alone in bed, aimlessly browsing netflix to find something to watch. he thinks to himself y/n would’ve slammed this laptop closed and talked all night about random and obscure topics. he laughs to himself, reliving the memories. right then, it’s obvious. he misses her.

ix. promises

the rain hitting your bedroom window had no help on your already gloomy mood. what did help was the bottle of soju- well more realistically, four bottles of soju. it was all the liquid courage you needed to call heeseung at three in the morning.

you sat drowsily on the rug of your living room, your phone on speaker and placed in front of you as you stared out the dewy glass. you heard the phone ring seven times, ready to hang up until you heard his groggy voice come out from the other end. “hello? y/n, why are you up?”

you laugh softly and ask him, sounding loopy, “why are you up?”

“because you’re calling me. would you like to give me a reason why, and are you drunk?”

“maybe. anyways, you know… i was thinking. we broke a lot of promises and it hurts. i have to know that we’re not bad people. i have to keep at least one, right?”

heeseung groans but lets you ramble, knowing that you won’t stop until you’ve said it all, “go on…”

“we made a promise that if something was going on, if we were in a dark place, that we would talk to someone. well, if you couldn’t tell by now, i’m not in the best place. the first person i thought to talk to was you.”

“why me?”

“shhh… don’t ask questions. i know you’re tired so just stay on the phone and let me talk. ok?”

he goes quiet for a bit, sighing, “ok.”

“i miss you. i do. i don’t expect you to miss me but i just want to say it,” pausing to hiccup, “soobin helped me realize some things, saying some crap like we deserve each other.” you chuckle as you recall his words, “maybe he said it because bad people deserve bad people. maybe he said it because in our own fucked up lives, we’re the only ones who can understand each other. i did a lot of thinking and i’ve come to the conclusion that we don’t. because if we stay together, we can’t move on. we can’t grow. we can’t become good people, no matter how much we want it. that’s life. sometimes, no matter how much we want something, no matter how much we wish on stars or pray, some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“y/n, get some rest…”

“wait, i’m not done. you already can tell i’ve been drinking and to be honest i have been, for a while. i do it,” starting to choke up and sniffle, “because it helps me forget. even if it’s just for a minute that i can forget what happened, i’ll drink as much as it takes. i’ll grow out of it, eventually. i know i will, but for now… i have to do what i have to do. i’m sure you can relate.” you laugh again, getting more drowsy. you bring your legs up, hugging your knees. faintly, the sounds of heeseung’s snores play from your phone. you smile to yourself, “i wish you were here, singing me a lullaby. i don’t know when you fell asleep but goodnight. take care of yourself.”

cuddled up in his bed, heeseung hears you hang up. he lets you believe he didn’t hear what you said. he knows the reality of it all and the weight that you both are carrying. knowing that you won’t check your phone for the rest of the night, he sends you a quick text: bookstore, saturday, noon. goodnight.

as he turns off his phone to try to fall back asleep, he sees his reflection in the black screen. he sees his puffy, red eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. the end of it all is coming and finally, you two are ready for it.

x. love song

seeing him in person is a good idea. clearing the air, letting it all out, getting closure. all good ideas, you hope. walking into the bookstore was a weird feeling. when you spot him sitting by the window, you quietly make your way over. he looks up at your new presence, his feet shuffling out of nervousness. you notice the glass of pear juice on the small coffee table in front of him, already half empty.

“hi,” he says like a whisper.

“hi,” you awkwardly respond. it’s unlike the two of you to not know how to start a conversation. you make your way onto the cushioned seat, letting yourself get comfortable to help ease the tension. you each avoid the other’s gaze, not knowing how to begin. you sigh and finally ask, “how have you been?”

“busy,” he says as he nods, “finally took up actual music lessons. thought it would be better to have someone who’s played piano and guitar professionally instead of trying to teach myself.”

you softly giggle, “that’s good. you’ve always loved music.”

“yeah… how about you?”

“same, busy. i got the t.a position i applied for like forever ago.”

“congrats! you still looking to become a teacher?”

“well, generally yeah. i was having my doubts before but i just fell back into it. finally being able to be there, present, and guiding others… that’s what i want.” you sit there across from him, watching him and taking it all in. the man in front of you is heeseung, but not the heeseung you knew. no, this is the better version of him. the version of him where he can focus on himself. the version of heeseung that’s glowing and happy and ready to take on the world. “so, look. there’s no easy or delicate way to put it but i think there are things we both need to get off our chests.”

“agreed. since it all happened—the fights, the breakups, the ambush interventions—we haven’t actually talked.”

“those interventions… they were silly but the guys did help me realize some things. we’re growing up. sure, i thought we had this plan of us graduating, getting married, having a family, settling down, growing old. we both wanted that type of life. sadly, it’s not what happened and we have to live with it.”

he lets out a chuckle, “heeseung and y/n: meant for each other and meant to be.”

“but not meant to last. what a bittersweet and poetic ending."

“it’s like people always say: right person, wrong time.”

“you know… you used to tell me that our love song was the soundtrack to the best life you could live.” you reach out and take his hand in yours, “i just,” pausing to take a deep breath and compose yourself, “i just want you to know… that if anything happens-”

he cuts you off with a quiet gasp, whispering your name with a shaky voice, “don’t.”

you shake your head and gently squeeze his hand, “if anything happens… if in the end, we don’t find our way back and it isn’t us, don’t think we ended on a bad note.” you drop your head as you chuckle lightly before continuing, “cause you were always on key.” you give him a small grin, trying your hardest to not make things worse by crying. “we were just playing different tunes.”

he pulls you in closer to him, placing his hands softly on your cheeks. “i always hated seeing you cry,” he says as he wipes away the tears on your face, not bothering about his own. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the last time.

you stay there in his warmth, hearing him sniffle as he tries to hold back the falling tears. when you pull away, you tell him “i will always love you. maybe not in the way i thought i would but it’s still there.”

“maybe in our next life, it’ll be the right time.” with that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead, leaves the bookstore, and leaves your life. your duet that worked in perfect harmony now playing a beautiful cadence—two wandering artists, free to fill your own wretched worlds with new melodies, the bliss and tranquility of it all. the hope that maybe one day, you’ll be in each other’s lives again is enough.

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ruby-whistler · 3 years

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one of the saddest things about c!dream is that he never cut his attachments so that he couldn't be hurt. he cut his attachments so they couldn't be hurt.

as someone who analyses c!dream a lot, this seems pretty obvious, but the bastard is good at hiding things, so let me explain;

c!dream knew everyone hated him, he knew that very well. he made it very clear that he was afraid people would go after the those he cared about as a result. here's some quotes to back that up;

DREAM He’s not being neutral anymore and also he’s been getting attacked non-stop by Technoblade and others, who don’t want him to be king. [ . . . . . ] And George has been getting killed and attacked and his armor’s stolen from him.

. . . . . . .

DREAM And you’re always there to have my back and- I know that I pay you, but still… You know, it goes- you know, it’s a little beyond that I would think, and um… I don’t see-

PUNZ Yeah, we’ve definitely grown a strong alliance I would say. Strong friendship.

DREAM And… recently… everyone’s been turning against me. I don’t know who I have on the server other than you right now that’s… that’s on my side and that’s dangerous, because- I mean… If they got together and were organized, I’m not sure I would be able to- how many of you are on the entire server… [ . . . . . ] So, yeah, I guess I- I’m getting a tad worried um… I know… They went after Techno and I can assume that this means that they’re- they’d- You know… They’ll probably go after me. [ . . . . . ] You know… I did a lot of things and even though I’m being good now… I am nervous.

PUNZ Understandably.

DREAM And I think that… there’s a couple things that we should talk about, but- but one, I think that you should… not be on my side.

PUNZ Really…? *stops walking*

DREAM Well… *looks back at Punz* You should, but you should act like you’re not on my side. Because if you’re on my side then you’ll be in danger and probably before they take me out, they’ll try and take you out and then I won’t be there to help you and… That would not be good. But if you’re not helping me and you’re not on my side… Then they have no reason to go after you. Right?

[ credit: @dsmptranscripts on twitter ]

his quest of "cutting attachments" wasn't about helping himself or abandoning his friends for selfish reasons at all. it was him sacrificing the fact he could've kept them by his side - they could've helped him, they could've been there - so that they wouldn't be hurt, because there was a genuine danger in being aligned with him.

he didn’t ignore the effect his bad actions could have on the people he represented (unlike some people have /lh /j). this is not excusing what he actually did of course, but rather shedding light on the fact that he was threading lightly for his friends' sakes, even being willing to lose them to make sure that wouldn't happen.

he chose the dark path he thought would lead to a brighter future, and left his friends behind to pick them up once he got all of the obstacles out of the way himself.

but he never came back.

and this only half-applies to the dethronement; because c!dream wasn’t leaving c!george and c!sapnap, no, they did that.

c!george got assassinated by c!techno, then almost got himself into a conflict with l'manberg. he was heavily connected to c!dream.

if dream cut those ties - at least on the surface, by dethroning him - people wouldn't want to harass him as much, right? because in reality, they had nothing against george. they just hated dream, who was in charge of the faction. george being its figurehead was dangerous, especially since dream was, at that time, planning to destroy l'manberg for good.

c!dream's way of disconnecting himself from c!george was dethroning him. ridding him of a title tightly connected to him (let's not lie to ourselves here and pretend the monarchy ever had any real power to be taken away).

he couldn't truly leave them behind, but, well. in the end, they ended up doing that for him - and of course, he couldn't reach out, because what would happen to them if he let people know he cared?

because c!dream's "cutting of attachments" wasn't about caring, really, because he couldn't stop caring. he could only pretend, he could only try to convince people otherwise - he could only yell about not caring about anything when it was being threatened in front of his eyes. he couldn't stop caring, and so he didn't, and he lost everything instead.

fast-forwards to c!punz; the one person who he kept on his side, because he was rational, he was resilient, and he wasn't endangered for the bigger part of their alliance - but c!dream saw everything going downhill and expressed concern.

he was concerned about people hating him, not for him, but once again, for the safety of the people he cared about.

so, what did he do? once again, he suggested pretending to cut ties. they didn't work together anymore (at least on the surface; there will always be suspicions) and in the end, they cut ties for good, and c!dream was left alone;

not because he "pushed his friends away". not because he "was scared of being controlled" - but because he cared too much about them to let them care back.

people try to paint c!dream as this callous figure who only uses his friends and throws them away when he doesn't need them anymore, but in reality - he would rather hurt himself than be responsible for his friends', his family's pain.

he's lost everything but care - he did awful things and hurt people a lot, but he also loves his friends, and he cares more than he admits, and he shows it especially by how much he makes sure not to let them take the fall for his actions.

he's not a good person, and i'll never pretend that he is - but he genuinely cares, he's human and he's lost things that matter to him and he isn't selfish - all of this proves he's actually anything but.

#dream smp #c!dream #ask to tag #dsmp analysis #long post

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sageinacage · 3 years

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Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!slimecicle #my writing

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Fics??????? *very eyes, much emoji*

If sooo I recently just came up with another SenGen scenario-

I feel like Senku would question why Gen walks around barefoot all the time. He did offer some shoes for him one time but Gen declined cause I hc that for him it feels nice to walk around barefoot, and that since they're in the Stone world he has freedom to do so without getting called out, which Senku agrees nevertheless. But he does offer to clean his feet for him cause of how dirty they are sjfjsjfjsjf Gen ur gross /j /lh

and I think u know where this is going heehoo 👀👀👀

hehehehEHEHEH yay sengen ty angel <3

"Don't your feet ever...hurt?"

Gen tilts his head, a grin starting to spread across his face, "Aww are you worried about me, Senku-chan?"

"Just answer the question, damn mentalist." The scientist scoffs, earning a giggle.

"Of course it hurts if I step on something sharp," he replies, poking the other on the cheek, "but otherwise, nope! It's kinda like a nice little massage!"

"Don't tell me you have cuts on your feet." Senku starts, ready to go off on a whole tangent. "Someone like you knows how deadly infections can be, especially-"

"Especially in the Stone World, blah blah." Gen imitates, smirking as he received a glare from the other. "It's not that hard to say that you care, you stubborn thing."

Senku glared harder, pink faintly dusted across his cheeks since he couldn't honestly refute that statement. "You're just a-"

"Useful ally, I know, I know." The magician sighs dramatically, "Just another person to exploit."

Suddenly, a rough hand grabs onto his arm, pulling him out of his performance. His single audience member drags Gen along, who honestly doesn't mind. It did give him more chances to annoy the younger man.

"Fine, allow me to repay you for all the work you've done, as well as prevent your feet from falling off later. It's ten billion percent efficient."

"Ooh, where are you taking me, Dr. Ishigami? And please be gentle."

Senku groans, rolling his eyes. "Ew, shut up."

This was way too much fun.

It doesn't take long for Gen to realize that they were heading toward a nearby creek; all those trips to collect flowers for his tricks gave him decent knowledge of the land. Senku leads him down to the side of the water and allows Gen to roll up his the bottoms of his pants before obediently stepping in.

"It's cold!" He whines immediately.

"Deal with it, you big baby." Senku snickers at the mentalist's discomfort, letting this go on for awhile more. "Alright come on, get over here." He sits. "Give me your foot."

Gen backpedals a bit, trying not to fall into the freezing water. He’d prefer not to be soaking wet after all. Senku’s words did surprise him though, and he voices his concerns with a titter. "W-what? Who would've thought you were into stuff like this, Senku-chan!"

"Don't make it sound weird, I'm just cleaning your feet for you."

"I can do that myself-"

"You're the one who says how caring I am. So let me show how much I care." The scientist deadpans. He didn't understand why Gen was being so reluctant, unless there was actually a reason he didn't want his feet touched? Was he trying to hide an injury?

He frowns at Gen, offering his hand expectantly. The other shifts nervously, slowly sitting down on the grassy bank before placing his right heel onto the hand.

Senku immediately starts inspecting, taking note of the (thankfully) shallow scratches. Though when he starts prodding around for anything broken, Gen jolts and his face scrunches up all weird.

"Sorry, does this hurt?"

"No, no. I'm fine." The magician squeaks, willing himself to stay still as Senku shrugs, continuing his lighting poking and tracing.

After what seemed like ages, the sensations stop and Gen breathes a sigh of relief. He hears the bag rustle and Senku pulls out a bar of soap and dunks it into the water a few times. And without warning, he starts scrubbing the surface of Gen's sole.

And Gen squeals, instinctively yanking his foot out of the scientist's loose grasp.

"Oh yeah, you have some scratches so it might sting a little, but I thought you could take it?"

"A little too late for a warning don't you think!?"

"Just let me finish. It's your fault for not wearing shoes in the first place."

"And that's my choice!" Gen cries, trying to crawl away.

"And I'd rather not become the stone world's first amputator so you're just gonna have to bear with it." Senku remarks, snatching up the foot with a firmer grip.

"No means no!"

"Can you not?"

“Can you noEEE- NAahahaha!” The mentalist cackles as the scrubbing begins again. Although he noted that Senku was a bit gentler this time, it didn’t really help with his predicament. Gen’s back hits the grass as he clutches his stomach, desperately tugging at his trapped foot while the giggles fall endlessly from his mouth.

The scientist quickly puts two and two together, finally realizing why Gen was so reluctant to have his feet cleaned. It also explains the constipated looks he got during his inspection. "Huh, you're ticklish.” Senku says, mostly to himself. He watches the other squirm with great interest, cataloging each moment Gen twisted his head, face cherry red and mouth decorated with the cutest smile. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

"Behehecause it's- hAHahaha! Embahaharrassing! Nonononohoho!"

“I guess so.” Senku throws out casually, opting to dig his fingers into the magician’s toes. And Gen goes berserk, hands thumping the ground as he throws his head back, bright laughter filling the sky. He even almost kicks Senku in the face.

Senku, however, found this whole ordeal rather fascinating. He is very amused to find out how such a simple action could prompt such a large reaction. All that smooth-talking and witty remarks, turning into dorky, uncontrollable giggling. “Y’know, I think I like this side of you better, mentalist. Way more easier to deal with.”

And Gen wants to protest and argue and rebuke, but how could he? Nothing but chortles would come out; the ticklish sensations from his foot overloaded his brain, causing him to flail around madly.

The scientist decides that this is enough for now, dropping the foot back into the river. And Gen doesn’t complain this time, chest heaving grateful breaths. Each exhale produces a string of residual giggles, making Senku’s heart flutter just a tiny bit. Gen didn’t need to know that, he determines.

“Thahahat....was so...cruel.”

Senku shrugs in response, “Again, your fault for not wearing shoes.”

Gen ponders for a moment, was pushing Senku’s buttons right now really worth it? Sitting up slowly, he looks at the younger man through half-lidded eyes. “Well if you continue to give me special treatment...maybe I won’t ever put on a pair of shoes~”

“That is extremely illogical and you know it.”

“Maybe I think it’s nice having you touch me like this.” He really couldn’t help himself. Gen smiles flirtatiously, expecting to be met with wide crimson eyes and an equally crimson face.

But instead, Senku smirks back, eyes not wide, but calculating. He’s not skillful enough to hide the tint of pink dusting his cheeks though.

“Yeah? I’ll touch you more if you’d like.”

“Ooooh, how dirty~”

"Hand over the other foot, mentalist." Senku's grin morphs into something more sinister.

Gen’s jaw drops, a look of betrayal spreads across his face. Asshole. He grits his teeth and then presses his lips into a thin smile, "...Please be gentle?"

#see I always go crazy over sengen #where did this come from? i dont fricken know #sengen #dr. stone #ishigami senku #asagiri gen #skribes #heh curse word #nice

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