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cb97swhore · 2 years

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pairing ; christopher bang x afab reader

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summary ; you found his porn

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disclaimer : this is not an interpretation of what the chosen member (s) are like in any way, this is a work of fiction therefore it is not real. i only write for people i am comfortable with, my comfort does go out to groups that are not on my masterlist such as : ateez, monstax and others, you just need to ask if you want me to write for someone specific. if you are under 18 read at your own risk this / these piece (s) contain adult themes. such as ( alcohol, sexual activity, and just alot of sexual stuff) lowercase wording intended.

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warnings ; mutual masterbation, sub reader x dom chan, mentions of other members, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), established relationship, nicknames (baby, channie, good girl), PRAISE, PRAISE, a little degrading, alot of dialogue

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you had been sitting there for the past hour just watching chan and on your phone, waiting for him to finish up this single that him, hyunjin and minho wrote and is supposably dropping in two months.

usually on saturdays chan has atleast some of the day off but not today, after dance rehearsal had finished, he came here instead of going to eat with the boys and has been sat here recording and changing things.

you had came here to give him food because you know when he is in the studio whether that be the dance studio or the recording studio all day, he forgets to eat.

you rarely see chan recently but you do get your 'good night, baby' text between 10pm and 4 am depending if he has alot on his plate. if he ever sleeps then he usually falls asleep at the studio and if not there then he only gets to your shared apartment in early mornings and leaves way too early for you to catch him.

you did see him on the regular just on a device, he doesn't really have time to 'pop a visit' or call, he would text you every now and then but you would have to wait hours for a response, because of the tour and the new album drop you only see him on youtube videos and vlives.

that's the treasure of dating an idol.

you used the food as an excuse to see him but it was also true he does forget to eat, you can't blame him it's easy to forget when you have so much on your mind.

your phone had died a couple of minutes ago so you asked chan to go on his phone as yours charged, of course he said yes and gave it to you, you put in his password 'straykids8' and it was already open on his photos, curiousity took over you and you are now scrolling through his library of photos.

most of them selfies he never posts, you scroll through the tens of selfies smiling to yourself "you're so cute" you whisper, you click off of the main album and press on the one that says 'not so straight kids' It's an album filled with videos and photos of the boys being more than friendly with each other, you can't help but giggle and scroll for a little longer.

you come off of it to go onto a different album this one named "my love <3" the album containing photos and videos of you and Chan on dates or just doing overall wholesome things together.

you press off of the albums and scroll down a little bit, you realise he hasn't got a hidden folder, "channie?" he hums in response "wheres your hidden photos?" you ask "hidden from the guys thats where, why?" he questions you as he slightly tuns in his chair.

"can i unhide them for a bit?" you ask and you see a small smirk form on his lips " you already know whats on there but sure" you look at him confused you but dismiss his words, you go into settings and turn it on, you go back to the library and go onto the hidden folder that isn't very hidden thanks to you.

you see it's nudes, but not just anyones nudes they are yours and chans, you accidentally gasp as you see them and scoll up, videos of him fucking you."chris" you call him and he turns around in his chair to look at you, you rarely call him by his english name unless he is fucking you or he is in trouble.

you show him the phone screen, it playing a video of him fucking you from behind, "told you" he says with a smile "you have so many photos and videos of us chris" you start as you cross your legs and swipe to a different video.

"at least I can hide them" he says in defence "not very well" you tease as you see his ears flare up with a red tint, "the boys could find this" you say with a smile.

"let them, maybe they'll enjoy it as much as I do" he says with a slight smirk "enjoy them?" you question as you turn the phone back to you.

"we fuck alot" you say scrolling, "not recently though" you continue, he just hums "how do you enjoy the videos chan?" you ask even though you know "show me" you finish.

you want to control chan, make him cum just by command but then you also want him to use you like his own personal sex doll. "why should I?" he asks and you uncross your legs and stand up, pulling down your grey sweat pants, you kick them off and sit down with your legs open wide.

you're sat there in lacy black underwear and Chans shirt "fuck" he whispers under his breath and you are grateful for your confidence as you sit back and lift a leg up.

your (his) shirt uncovering every thing so he has a perfect view, chan sat there palming his shorts as his eyes trail down your body from you lips to your now wet panties.

you loved when chan touch himself, you didn't know why but it was a huge turn on, you loved it a whole lot more when you were the one touching him and making him moan your name.

"touch yourself" he demands and you listen.Your middle finger finding your clothed clit as you rub it in figures of eight, soft moans ascape you as you watch Chan push harder on his cock."chan" you moan his name in a whisper so he will look at you, him a little lost with the friction he is creating in his pants.

when he does look at you, you stop rubbing your clit and stand up hooking your fingers into your panties, you turn around and pull them down slowly, bending over as you do so, you hear him grunt and you stand up straight and kick the lace off of your body.

you kick them into the pile of forming clothes and sit on the sofa, this time putting both of you legs up so he has a this time absolutely perfect view and so will anyone who walks in, lets just hope no one does.

chans hand is already in his pants, taking his cock out, precum covering the tip but he doesn't touch it until your fingers are on you again, spreading your folds so he can see "use you left hand" he says, and you do, you bring two fingers up to your mouth and suck them in, making them wet, you take them out and start rubbing your clit.

your right hand smearing your juices, chan rubs over the tip of his cock and the precum slides down his length, you start to tease yourself with two fingers not pushing them in until he says so, "please channie" you call out, looking at him so innocently.

"do it" is all he says as he starts jerking his cock "fuck chris" you moan as you let them go in, then back out and back in again, chan hisses in responce.

"fuck y/n" he moans as he teases the tip "curl them" another demand, you do and it feels amazing, your small digits still finding the gooy spot inside you, you throw your head back, the pleasure overwhelming, your fingers have never felt this good, on you clit and or in you.

"oh fuck" you moan, hearing the rhythmical slapping of skin pick up it's pace. "channie" his name is like heven in his ears when you moan it like that, "does it feel good baby?" he knows it does, but you would feel a lot better with him inside you.

he looks at you with remorse, "your fingers are tiny compared to mine" he says in one breath, you look up at him "imagine they y- yours" you whimper as you add a third finger and move them faster, your left hand still on your clit.

you feel a knot start to form in the bottom of your stomach as you hear chans harsh breaths "look at me" he says, you pick your head up, making eye contact with him "fuck, i wish this was your hands" he says as he glances down to his dick, you know, the one that could be pounding into you and not his fist.

you moan out as you see it, the way his big hand slides up to the tip to have his thumb press on it, just to slide down to the base.

everything about that man was perfect even his cock, the perfect length and the perfect amount of girth."or your warm cunt" you feel yourself clench around your fingers "so tight" you let out as you pull your fingers out to the tip, just to push them back in, he moans at that "and just for me" he speaks with a smile.

"just for you Channie" you manage to get out before another moan slips your lips and you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. "yeah? baby, uh fuck" he moans the last bit and it completely ruins you and the tight knot rips and you let yourself come undone onto your fingers "fuck" you moan as you climax.

you continue your motions with your fingers, riding out your high "fuck, chris" you practically yell as your juices spill onto the sofa, not the first time, Chan watching your glistening core as you take you fingers out.

"suck" is all he says and your digits are in your mouth "fuck" he moans and you can tell he is trying to prolong this as far as he can, you suck your fingers clean and take them out of your mouth.

without missing a beat he says "take your shirt off" and thats exactly what you do, your shirt laying with your sweat pants, you don't have a bra on because you find them incredibly uncomfortable, "come here" he says and as you get closer to him his left hand goes to your back, pulling you in between his thighs and his lips instantly latch onto your left nipple.

you gasp at the sudden contact as he rolls the bud between his teeth, you can still hear his hand sliding up and down his cock, you moan out as he takes your hand a wraps it around his length and you instantly start to jerk it.

your fingers wraping perfectly around it, he pulls away from your boob and peppers kisses to the other side, you feel his hot breath "fuck y/n, just like that uh" he moans then starts bitting at the skin of your right boob.

you continue your hand movements until you feel him twitch in your palm, as you get to the base you squeeze it lightly and he lets out a shaky moan."get on your knees and open your mouth" he demands as he pulls away, you take your hand away from his throbbing dick and lower yourself onto your knees, using his thighs for support.

you finally get on your knees and chans left hand cups your face, his thumb running over you lips, "look so innocent, open" you open your mouth, his thumb going in and holding it open as you stick your tongue out, waiting for his cum.

he pums his cock a few times "uh fuck" he moans loudly as white ribbons of cum land on your face and chest some of it landing on your tongue.you close your mouth, swallowing the cum, you wipe some of the cum off of your right boob.

making eye contact with him you put your fingers in your mouth, your lips closing over them and a soft moan you let leave your throat as you taste him.

"fuck y/n" he moans at the sight of you as he fuck his fist, coming down from his high.

his hand stops, he takes it off of his dick, "sit on the sofa" he breaths as he reaches for the box of tissues on his desk, you get up from your position on the floor, you legs shaky from you previous orgasm.

he stands up from his seat, his pants falling to the floor, he kicks them off and his attention is back on you, he wipes his cum off your chest and face, placing the tissue on his desk.

"now I'm going to fuck you and you're going to take it like a good girl, okay" he looks down at you and all you can say is "please, I need it" and with that "all fours" he commands and you obey.

you turn around, your knees on the sofa your hand over the back, "so fucking perfect" he says as he teases your folds with the tip "such a tease" you say to him as you push your hips back to feel him.

"tease?" he questions as he rams it in fully and you let out a loud moan at the pleasant surprise, he bottoms out "fuck, so tight" you clench around him and you both moan out.

"big" is all you could get out as he starts shallowly thrusting into you "uhu, big?" he lets out a shaky moan telling you he is enjoying himself "whats big?" he asks you, knowing the answer.

"you channie, uh" you moan as he reaches your gooy spot, he hum s at you as he quickens his pase, his pelvis slamming into your ass, the noises of skin slaping, your wet cunt and both of your moans, yours the loudest thing in the room.

"you fill me up so good" you praise him and he swears he could just cum right there, but no you have to finish first.

he leans into you as his hand finds your clit "Fuck, fuck, fuck" you scream with each thrust and each circle he presses onto the swollen bud.

you grip the back of the sofa for dear life as you feel your second orgasm coming. "fuck chr-" you get half way done moaning his name as he stuffs his fingers in your mouth, you gag on the digits as he brings you up right, your back flush with his front.

"look how fucking-good you are" he thrusts inside mid sentence "letting me use this tight hole" he clarifys and your walls clench around him as you moan around his fingers, "hugging me so fucking tight" he moans as he moves his hips harder, the tip rubbing so deliciously against your g spot, you scream out, his fingers restricting your voice and he knows to do that again.

so he does "shh baby, we don't want anyone to hear" the words make your walls contract "uh fuck, you do" he moans the first bit and slowly drags out of you, just to slam back into you.

a strained moan erupting from your throat, "fuckin slut, such a pretty hole" the name mixed with the praise was all you needed to let go you curl your toes and your hand finds placement on chans hair, gripping it tightly as you cum around him.You feel Chan dick throbbing as he bucks his hips into you helping you ride out your orgasm and your new found kink "did you just? uh fuck, y/n" he moans loudly as he feels his orgasm coming, he takes his fingers out of your mouth and away from your clit, his hand are on your waist as he fucks you hard.

"Uh fuck chris" you practically yell, the over stimulation sending you into overdrive , chan is grunting and moaning as he chases his orgasm "so wet" his voice is an octive higher as you feel warm liquid inside you and he continues his relentless pace.

after a few more thrusts he pulls out and steps back, watching both your and his cum mix and drip down your thighs. you feel a tissue press to your thigh as he cleans you up "thank you" you say as he finishes up and you sit on the sofa.

stretching as you pick up yours (his) shirt and put it on, chan already fully dressed "that was so good" he praises as he sits next to you "i needed that so bad" he says and you understand, he is always sceptical if he is doing what ever it is doing wrong but with you he knows he does it right, cause you're always satisfied and if it was really good you kinda just pass out after you cum.

"so sleepy" you say as you lay yourself down, chan decides to lay on you, hugging you tight around your waist and flipping the two of you over so you are ontop "all fucked out baby?" he says and you let out a pleased moan cause you don't want to talk.

your legs lay on each side of him on the sofa as you hug him and start to fall asleep.

you don't know how long its been but you get woken up by the door opening and a voice "chan its tim-"its hyunjins voice and he stops mid sentence as he sees you "jeonjin, its y/n" he calls the youger boy and you hear foot steps and jeonjins voice "what about he- wow" he also stops himself but he has a reaction and its sounds like a good.

"your fantasys are not as good as the real thing" hyunjin says "we shouldn't be seeing this" jeonjin the respectible (kinda) one of the two says and you lift your head and look back at them hyunjin just standing there still holding the door and jeonjin standing behind him "its okay" you say.

The more 'innocent' ones eyes widen at your words "youre still pervs though" you say and put your head back on chans chest, "just shut the door I dont care if you leave or not" you feel yourself start to drift off until you hear chans voice "just keep it quite, we are trying to sleep" you smile at that and close your eyes.

A.N ; this is my work, if you have seen it before thats because i have changed accounts.

please show love, like, follow and repost please and thank you

Remember, i love you all and i hope you're doing okay :)

#skz smut #skz hard thoughts #bang chan #bang chan smut #stray kids smut

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you were ever going to do the brothers reactions to Amelie? I can’t wait to see their reactions to their surprise baby having a surprise baby and the possible conversation Satan and Lucifer would end up having about it.

"Their surprise baby having a surprise baby". That is too dang cute~ thank you for that phrase, Nonnie 🥰

Just as a reminder to others, this post takes place after the Surprise Birth of Satan's daughter, found here.

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Satan laid with his girlfriend and child for a few minutes, holding them close and comforting MC the best he could. The woman was still upset with herself, upset that she didn't listen to her boyfriend all of those months ago when he first suggested that she could be pregnant.

This pregnancy that she just finished was...unusual, to say the least, and neither of them knew for sure what was even happening to her. His Kitten shouldn't be so hard on herself and he told her that.

Once his girlfriend started feeding their daughter, the demon excused himself from the room. Now that he and MC are...parents, the blonde has some work to do. He had so many things he had to order online, but had just as many things that the child needs now.

Clothes, blankets, a crib. All items the man knew were already in this house...somewhere. Honestly, Satan wasn't exactly sure where, but he knew they were somewhere. That pride demon might not always seem like, but he was definitely the sentimental sort. Satan was almost positive his...father, brother, creator, whatever the man labels himself as, wouldn't have thrown such things away.

The wrath demon was annoyed just thinking about the older man. With all that just occurred, Lucifer was the last person he wanted to think about. Unfortunately, this situation was exactly why he needed him.

Satan paused outside the older demon's study, taking a deep breath. The thought of asking the man for any degree of help felt like poison on his tongue, but his Kitten needed him and he promised her that'd take care of her and their child.

The fourth brother knocked on the door before hearing a great big sigh. It was a little past 10pm (22:00) so the older demon probably thought he was done dealing with his brothers for the day.

"Come in."

The blonde opened the door and stepped into the study. The dark haired man raised an eyebrow; Satan was usually only in his study when the older man brings him in for a lecture. Never has the younger man willing joined him in this room.

This was a red flag to the pride demon, who set down his pen and stood up.

"Did something happen? It's unlike you to join me in here willingly."

Satan pursed his lips.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "I need my old baby things. The crib, the clothes, all of it."

The older man's eyes widened. He quickly stepped around his desk and strode to the smaller man, putting his hands on Satan's shoulders.

"Hey--"

"Are you hurt?" Lucifer asked, anxiously eyeing the blonde up and down. "Where's the child? Are you alright."

The man was hovering over the other demon like a mom who discovered her son got into a fight at school.

Satan was...uncomfortable with the other man's concern. Even after all these years, he still struggled to identify the emotions within him, but he could at least tell that his current one wasn't wholly bad.

"No, I...look, I didn't birth the child; MC did."

"Since when has MC--"

He cut Lucifer off.

"Look, we didn't know."

"How did you not know? How did MC not realize--"

"I'm not here to get a lecture from a hypocrite; I'm here for my stuff--"

"My situation was different and you know it."

"You know what? You're absolutely right because my daughter will never have to feel guilty for existing."

The blonde's eyes were glowing green, a sign of being close to transforming; that's how sore of a spot Lucifer had just pressed.

Meanwhile, all of the older demon's annoyance melted from his face and was replaced with surprise.

"I never meant for you to feel that way..."

Satan scoffed.

"I don't believe that for a second. My younger years were filled with you and my 'brothers' always treating me like a burden you never wanted."

"Satan, I gave birth to you after we lost our sister--"

"And you hung it over my head for years!"

"You were never the problem!"

Silence filled the room. After a minute, Lucifer sighed before sitting on the couch next to him.

"You were never the problem..." He said again, calmer than before. "We were always the problem. It took so long for us truly to adjust to our new home, our new life. We were all stuck in the past, wanting what we had before so desperately. Instead, I gave birth to you; my brothers and I saw it as a reminder that we can't go back to how things were, that life was moving on and changing regardless of whether we gave consent for such. And we were angels once...and angels don't do well with change."

Satan's eyes stopped their glow. He stared, surprised that the other man was being so candid. To say it was unusual would be an understatement. This was probably the first time the two have even discussed the past like this...

"I still didn't deserve it."

"No, you didn't." Lucifer agreed. "I wanted to give you a good life, but was ill prepared for such a responsibility and put too much pressure on my brothers to help. Whatever they made you feel was also my fault, not theirs. You were my responsibility after all."

Honestly, those were dark days for Lucifer. He lost his sister and was trying to carve out a home in literal hell for his brothers. He was just starting his job under Diavolo and he was trying to protect his brothers from the demons outside their walls. The denizens of the Devildom weren't exactly thrilled to have a group of ex-angels in their realm after all.

When Lucifer was at his most busy, his most stressed, his most scared...his most angry...that was when Satan was born. After the most agonizing physical pain of his life, he stared down at this small, helpless baby that had just forced himself from his body and thought to himself...how am I suppose to take care him too?

Satan's birth has always been a sensitive issue for the pride demon because from the very moment he held him and stared down into those tearful green eyes, Lucifer felt like a failure, like it was predestine for him to fail his son. When you are already at the brink of breaking down and then life hands you a child, you tend not to feel as sure of yourself as you might have otherwise.

"...Look, I'm not here for a pity party." Satan changed subjects. "I just need my old stuff."

Lucifer lifted his head.

"They are upstairs in the attic where they've always been."

Where in the attic? There are so many boxes up there that the blonde was surprised the older man was able to squeeze in that bed for Belphie up.

Noticing the younger man's confusion, the pride demon huffed.

"Come along, I'll show you."

The two men headed up to the attic. The blonde watched the other demon move various boxes around till he found one with a green crib folded up and leaning against it. Lucifer had Satan carry the box while Lucifer took the crib. The two headed back downstairs to Satan's room, when MC and their daughter Amelie were sleeping soundly.

MC had apparently fallen asleep while feeding their daughter. After what she had gone through though, who can blame her?

Lucifer searched for a spot to set the crib.

"You see this is why I am always reminding you to clean your room."

"And I keep telling you it is clean." The blonde retorted. "My books aren't junk; they are exactly where they should be."

"And if your daughter starts getting into them? Or devil forbid, the cursed ones? What will you do then?"

Satan pursed his lips. Lucifer...has a point and he doesn't admit that lightly. He has to find away to make his room baby-proof. He hated the idea of this. Much like Leviathan, his room is his safe place and he doesn't want it changed or messed with.

But...he's a father now whether he likes it or not. Changes to his space and his life are unavoidable now.

"...I'll find a safe spot for the cursed ones."

Lucifer nodded as he finally found a spot for the crib. Satan set the box down and started to search through it when the baby started crying.

Not wanting his daughter to wake up MC, Satan approached the bed and carefully lifted her. Amelie stop crying the instant they were in their daddy's arms. The baby stared up at him with MC's eyes and cooed at him.

For a split second, he forgot to breathe. Staring down at his daughter, Satan felt...something, and by the devil, he wished he knew what. How do you explain the feeling of wanting to smile, but also wanting to cry? Of wanting to run away, but hold on to her tight? This feeling was too complicated for the wrath demon.

"You're overwhelmed."

Satan lifted his gaze from his daughter to his...father.

"That's normal. Most new fathers are." Lucifer explained.

The blonde shook his head.

"She and MC need me to be anything but."

"They just need you to do your best."

"And if my best isn't good enough? Yours wasn't."

"You are not me, Satan. I know you can do better."

Satan lowered his head. This was all too much for him, but he had no choice but to move forward.

Suddenly, the man's face was being patted by a tiny hand. Amelie giggled and did it again.

A small smile broke out on the wrath demon's face. It took him a minute to remember than Lucifer was watching and then the smile quickly fell. He turned to the other demon.

"Can you pull one of the onesies out? I think she's getting cold."

With a small smile, the Avatar of Pride nodded and started looking through the box.

Everything is changing. Satan was determined to make it all into a good change though. Unlike Lucifer and his brothers, this man wasn't going to fight the change; he was going to give Amelie everything he can.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me lucifer

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twisted-lover-boys · 8 months

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Hi, everyone. I’d like to make an announcement. It’s a very personal one and not in the good way…

TW: Abuse (physical & emotional), talk about running away, PTSD/Anxiety attacks, throwing up, violence & death threats, etc. Viewer discretion is advised

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So, the past 72 hours have not been the best. If you’re new here or don’t remember, I hate my dad and over the last 3 days, he’s gotten worse.

Me, my mom, and my sibling all have depression and we all hit a massive slump once school stared up again. Our normal chores weren’t getting done at the regular speed, but it was a slow progress nonetheless.

For context, my dad doesn’t work and sleeps all day and expects to be treated like how any mysoginistic man wants to be. When he woke up (10pm-ish), he complained to my mother about how our chores weren’t done and how the “house was a mess” (mind you, it wasn’t that bad).

My mom told him that if he didn’t help around the house, he had no right to complain. That’s when everything started. My dad threatened to kill my mother and physically hurt her by throwing glass and other hard objects at her.

She feared for our safety and took me and my brother (my sibling was sleeping at a friend’s that night) and took us to our grandma’s. Normally, we’d stay there for an hour or two but not this time.

My dad threatened to kill my mother and all three of us siblings (which he normally doesn’t do). He threatened to break our stuff and even kill our cats. All this over some chores that have been slower than normal. Mind you, he knows about our depression, anxiety, PTSD, and neurodivergent tendencies, he just chooses to ignore them since “this generation is lazy”.

My mom had ran away for a while, leaving me and my brother at my grandma’s. After a while (around 1AM), she called me. I could only describe her as hysterical. She was talking about running away, leaving behind our lives in my current state and either moving across the country or hopping over to another one.

That’s when the panic set in for me. My anxiety and (unmedicated) PTSD skyrocketed and I ended up locking myself in the spare room my grandma had and threw up. Everytime I heard my mom cry, I felt fear and had the need to throw up and I still don’t know why. But I didn’t like it.

My brother also did end up having a PTSD episode (mind you, he’s 11 and is not in therapy or has any medication since he’s “too young” in my parents eyes) but he didn’t throw up like I did.

It was like this all night. My mom talking about running away (with or without us) and threatening to call the cops (my dad was arrested 3 time in the past for this same issue) while my dad threatened to kill my mother and occasionally us (he stopped after a while and started just focusing on threatening my mother).

We weren’t able to go home until 5AM, and my mother didn’t even get to go inside. She slept at my grandmother’s before coming back the following morning. And things still weren’t good. Even as I’m writing this, I’m still in a massive bout of anxiety trying not to break down.

I’m not gonna ask for a place to stay or move to (actually, my boyfriend has that handled in case things went south), or money, or anything else. My siblings and I, my belongings and property, and my cats, are all fine and my mother is trying to heal. My dad is out of the picture (and the house) right now.

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I know this isn’t something I normally post, but I wanted to update ya’ll on why I’m absent and why I probably will be for a while.

This blog (and the Obey Me one (@devildom-lovers)) will be on an indefinite hiatus until I get better and the help I need. But thank you all so much for the patience.

#jin asks #jin talks #my therapist is gonna have a hefty check #update

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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XI.

GIF: Originally posted by @mimisempai

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Good evening wonderful peeps. Hope you've had a good day. Guess who’s going to London Comic Con on Saturday to see The Sandman panel? Me! I am bouncing with excitement already. Hope you enjoy this next one.

P.S. Any Arctic Monkeys fans here? I’m loving their new album, let me know if you are too. All my love, Saskia xx

Sandman Masterlist

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The next fortnight sees you experience some of the finest sleep you have ever had.

With only dreams to shelter in, you remain asleep for long periods and average 8-9 hours a night.

And those dreams are divine. On foot, you explore windswept shorelines, craggy mountains and bustling markets. By bicycle you ride along coastal roads and quiet country lanes. You see sunrises and sunsets. Climb trees. Gaze at stars.

Your emotions are still frayed, of course. It is going to take longer than three weeks to get over a two year relationship but your health is much improved.

It is a relief to be able to live without a sleep deprivation induced brain fog. To keep up with conversations at work without putting in too much effort. To use the stove without the risk of setting something on fire.

But most importantly, you do not have jumpy anticipation during the run up to 10pm any longer. Sleep has returned to the sanctuary state that it had used to be. You look forward to falling into its embrace.

You hope that this will please Morpheus.

The King of Dreams persistently stays in the forefront of your mind. His image fills your day dreams.

You wonder what he gets up to in his quiet moments. You then wonder if Morpheus has quiet moments at all. From your knowledge of royalty, they aren't known for having much downtime. And since there will always be at least one person asleep during the 86,400 seconds of each day, you reason that he is probably even more stretched than any human monarch, past or present.

You also think about the kiss. If you are not careful, its memory triggers something inside you; a potent, physical yearning. Each time, you vehemently push it down and remind yourself of the reason why you exercised such restraint.

Propriety.

You have to do the right thing.

You know that with enough elapsed days, you will stop feeling so attracted to him. The simple passing of time will save you. It is a phenomenon you have always relied on to overcome every less than helpful want or feeling.

On the day that he is due to visit, you are nauseated by nerves.

Your last meeting had been so tumultuous, and you are unsure where you stand with him anymore.

When evening comes, you have to utilise all the tools you have to feel even remotely calm enough to get into bed; fresh sheets and pyjamas, herbal tea, lavender essential oil. You lay there, opening and shutting your eyes over and over. Desperately trying to tune into the rain sound track playing through your phone. Obsessively re-plumping and re-organising your pillows.

Eventually, the excessive combination works. Yet you do not remember it beginning. You only know you have succeeded because you start to dream.

You find yourself in the cottage again. The blankets and pillows are exactly where you left them.

You perch on the sofa and wait.

There’s a knock at the door.

You hop up and move quickly to open it.

The likeness of Morpheus that you have been recalling in your mind for fourteen days is suddenly revealed as fuzzy and faded. Nothing compared to looking upon him in person. You are pushing your attraction to him down hard while quelling your anxiety.

He says your name calmly and evenly but his eyes betray him. He is as on edge as you are.

"May I come in?" He asks.

"Of course."

You open the door further and beckon him inside.

Returning to the sofa, you draw your legs up and under you. He stands unmoving.

You try out a small smile. “So, what’s new? Any earthquakes?”

"You have remained stable. There have been no breaches."

“That’s great.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re okay?”

“I am.”

The phrase ‘blood from a stone’ pops into your head.

“I’ve been sleeping much better, although I’m sure you probably already know that.”

“I am aware, and it is gratifying to know that it is the case.”

“I’m not ready for nightmares yet, though.”

“I agree.”

His gaze shifts briefly to the door.

You save him from his discomfort. “I shouldn’t keep you.”

You stand and walk him to the threshold.

“I will return in another two weeks,” he says.

“Okay, thank you.”

With that he is gone and the dream is over.

You sigh as you come back into your bedroom, eyes fluttering open.

“Well, that was awkward,” you say out loud.

***

The next appointment comes with the same worries as last time. If possible, you are even more confused about things. You cannot tell if you are friends or simply a responsibility for him to manage.

But you enter with a positive outlook and when Morpheus knocks, you answer with a beaming grin.

"Am I right in thinking that you could just appear in here without needing to knock?"

There’s a pause. "You are right."

You nod and assume your position across the room.

Together, you go through the same formalities as before; wellbeing, any issues, how you are sleeping.

The conversation lasts a similar duration, however, you are not going to let it end just yet.

"How are Lucienne and Matthew?"

"Both are well. Would you like me to inform them that you asked after them?"

"Yes, please.”

You walk him to the door.

“Thank you for coming. I hope you have a good couple of weeks.”

“I wish the same for you also.”

Progress. You think, when you wake.

***

Your subsequent meet sees you emboldened. You decide to push a bit further this time.

"Anything kooky or unexpected happened in the past two weeks?"

He seems a little taken aback but indulges you nonetheless.

“As a matter of fact, yes. With the advent of spring, we have seen an influx of associated imagery in the Dreaming.”

He looks down, an expression on his face that conveys that he is trying to choose the correct words.

“There have been a lot of rabbits. Gigantic rabbits… Doing what rabbits do best.”

You laugh loudly. “You’re joking.”

His tiny smile lets you know that your persistence is paying off. “How I wish I were, Y/N.”

***

Another two weeks sees you feeling worse but in a constructive way.

In your raw state, you believe that a bit of time with Morpheus will be a soothing balm for you. He has exuded serenity since the moment he entered your life.

You feel it as soon as he steps into the cottage with you and it only intensifies when his beautiful eyes meet yours.

“Something has changed,” he states with concern. “You are sleeping less.”

“I’m trying to confront my demons.” You take a grounding breath. “It’s slow going and I'm only starting with the small ones but progress is progress.” You re-affirm the last bit for yourself, more than for him.

A high backed armchair appears, positioned opposite your seat. Morpheus sits and uses his most gentle tone

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“I would like to know what you’ve been up to, actually.”

He hesitates, dark brows furrowing, clearly alarmed about your deflection.

“Please,” you push.

“Very well.”

You pull a blanket over your legs and gaze at him as you wait for a sort of bedtime story.

“I have been creating new dreams and nightmares.”

***

The following time you wake in the cottage, things are different.

You have slipper socks on to heat your toes and a blanket already draped around your shoulders to keep you warm.

There are also new additions.

The candle is sea salt scented. There’s a speaker set on a sideboard. A small remote on the coffee table.

You reach for it. There's only one button.

You tentatively press it.

The opening bars of your favourite song start to play.

You sing along enthusiastically, swaying a little on the spot. Your blanket swishes like a wizard cloak as you move.

The track ends and you are smiling.

Until you notice Morpheus is watching you through the window.

“Oh shit!” You exclaim, blanket slipping down as you cover your mouth with your hands.

He lets himself in. Your cheeks are burning and you struggle to look him for more than a second at a time.

“I don’t want to know how long you have been standing there.”

“No, you probably don’t.” He smirks.

You go towards the sofa but stop when he asks you an unexpected question.

“Would you like to venture outside with me?”

“Do you have time for that?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t.”

“Then, yes, please. That would be lovely.”

You look down and suddenly find there are a pair of lace up boots on your feet.

“Impressive,” you compliment.

He holds the door open for you, wearing a faint smile.

You wonder if all is forgiven.

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A/N II: What’s you favourite song? I would love to know!

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"And I got back up when I lost control over it all, over it all. And I knew that I couldn't take no more. 'Cause I want it all, I want it all."

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Shattered Heart

I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt: “Being stubborn will get you no where” which will appear in bold.

I am also participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge for March for Pet cuddles

This is part 6 of The Cordonian Arrangement

Song Inspiration: Lift Me Up by Rhianna The Book:TRH /TRF The Series: The Cordonian Arrangement Pairings: Riley x Nico (Riley x M!OC) past pairing Liam x Riley Word Count: 2484 Warnings: Grief, Mention of character death, profanity. Ratings: Teen Summary: Nico is laid to rest.

Original Post: 03/14/23 at 10:10PM EST

"Thank you for coming, King Liam."

"Please just call me Liam."

"Liam, thank you. Nico said you would be the only one that would be able to get through to her right now."

"My heart breaks for her. She is in so much pain, as with your whole family. Nico was a good man. She loves him."

Riley did love him, present tense. Even though it hurt him to say.

Liam hugged Mother Karahalios.

"She really does. They lived a happy life here together."

"You're such a good boy too. Your mother would have been proud of you. My Athena is on her way to bring Angelo to you. He will need you now, more than ever."

"He barely knows me, and Riley is in no condition to care for him right now."

"You'll be fine. This is the start of you truly bonding with your son. Nico told me what you did, what you helped him with. It will help ease the transition. He’s a sweet child, he will begin to look to you as his father."

“Nico told you?”

“Yes, it’s a beautiful gift. One I’m sure Angelo will never forget. It’s going to help you bond with him. Seeing you with Angelo may begin to open Riley’s heart to you, again.”

A few minutes later Athena walked through the door holding a sleeping Angelo in her arms.

“Where’s Riley?”

“She’s still resting.”

Athena held tighter to Angelo shaking her head.

“Are you sure we should leave Angelo, Mama? Riley can barely care for herself right now. She needs some time. I can keep Angelo, so he can play with his cousins. Riley would be fine with us keeping him a bit longer.”

“Liam will be here, with Riley, Angelo will be fine. Give him to Liam.”

“He looks shell shocked.” Athena continued in Greek. “Are you sure we should leave Angelo here with this man?”

"That 'man' as you called him, is Angelo's biological father. No harm will come to Angelo in his care."

Athena had thought she was hiding her apprehensions of Liam behind the Greek language with her conversation to Mother Karahalios. Liam kept his face unemotional,

but was relieved Mother Karahalios had defended him. Liam decided to show Athena that Greek was one of the many languages he was also fluent in.

“Angelo is safe with me. My son is safe with me.”

“If that was the case, my brother wouldn’t have to have taken care of your child for you.”

“Athena now is not the time to do this.”

“Now is the perfect time. Riley is our family and I am going to fight for her, because she is in no condition to defend herself from him. I don’t care what Nico thought of this so-called ‘man’ that broke Riley’s heart multiple times. She told me about you, and how much you hurt her, and how Nico waited patiently for her, treating her the way she deserved. They would have had more time together as a family, if it wasn't for you. Riley deserves better, and she had it; she had it all with Nico.

That’s why she’s grieving so hard for him. She knows what she lost when he took his last breath, and if Riley asks me what I think, I’m not sugarcoating my thoughts, just like now. To be a King, you have everything and nothing at the same time. You do not deserve either of them in your life.”

“I know my behavior in the past in my relationship with Riley… I was so wrong to treat her the way I did. She had every right to leave me…to find love with someone else, and she did. I don’t fault her for that. She deserved to be loved by someone as much as she once loved me. But I'm here now, to be anything she needs."

"We can take care of her. We have taken care of her. She needs nothing from you."

"That's NOT WHAT HE WANTED!!!” Liam’s voice increased. “I’m abiding by his wishes, what he asked of me. Being stubborn will get you nowhere!!!!”

“If I’m stubborn, then you’re a vulture, swooping in trying to take my brother’s wife. The only way you have a chance now to get her back is because he died.”

“OF COURSE I WANT HER BACK!! I KNOW THE MISTAKES I MADE WITH HER.”

“Please stop fighting. Now is not the time. She needs us to be strong for her, for both of them. We are all better than this. Athena, you don’t have to like Liam, but you will tolerate him, because it’s what your brother wanted. You promised your brother; we all did. We told Nico not to worry, that we would help take care of Riley, Angelo, and the baby and the peace on his face after that, helped him let go.”

At the mention of Nico, and those last moments of his life, Athena’s facial expression changed, tears filling her eyes, nodding. She then handed Angelo over to Liam, and Angelo, still groggy from sleep, didn't open his eyes and rested his head on Liam’s shoulder.

“There is plenty of food in the fridge. I can heat dinner up for you if you would like?”

“I can handle it. We’ll be alright.”

Once Athena and Mama Karahalios left, Liam put Angelo in his bed. The house was eerily silent, and he had multiple calls to make because Riley needed support. Not only from him, but her friends. He called Maxwell, Hana, Olivia and Drake to see how soon they would be able to get there.

“Bastien, contact our tech to find a number for Riley’s friend Daniel Stephenson. I am willing to fly him out here, once he is available to make the trip. She’s going to need everyone who cares about her, around her right now.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Nico’s dog Icarus was still sitting outside the room Nico had spent his last days in; Everyone in the house was grieving for Nico Karahalios and little Chance had not left Riley’s side.

When he went to check on Riley, she was still sleeping peacefully, Chance nestled close to her. He weighed the option of letting her sleep, versus waking her up for dinner. He decided it best that Riley rested more. He would make sure that she got up and had breakfast with them tomorrow.

Liam had been fortunate that he had decided the best thing to do was travel to Greece several times while Nico was still feeling well and had spent time with Angelo alone, so that he wasn’t afraid when he woke up finding Liam in the kitchen. Liam smiled when Angelo ran to him to give him a hug. Angelo appeared happy to see him.

“I missed you too.” Liam whispered as he picked him up carrying him over to the table.

“Mama?” he asked.

“Mama’s sleeping.”

Liam was secretly relieved that Angelo did not ask about Nico.

That night after Angelo’s bath and everything was quiet in the house, he put Angelo to bed.

“I bet you want a bedtime story?”

Angelo nodded.

"Your Bampás told me that he always read to you every night, and he made something really special for you.”

Riley woke from her sleep startled when she heard HIS voice coming from Angelo’s room. She opened the door to find Liam holding one of Angelo’s bedtime story books showing him the pictures, while Nico was on video, his voice lively and his face animated complete with funny faces, and different voices, as he read the story for their child. Nico had been a great father.

Riley softly kissed Angelo’s forehead before she settled into the chair next to the bed. Tears filled her eyes, and she was enamored with the screen.

That’s when Liam truly knew, winning Riley’s heart again would not be easy; he would be competing for Riley’s love, with the memory of a dead man. A dead man, Riley was very much still madly in love with.

After Angelo had fallen asleep, they both walked out of his room together.

“When did he have time to do this?”

“When he sent you to his Mother’s house, her mission was to distract you for a few hours.”

“ Why didn’t he ask for my help? I would have helped him.”

“I’m sure he knew that.”

“He even planned his own funeral, down to the last detail. All we have to do is show up.”

“Maybe, it was his way of trying to help you and it’s obvious he loved you so much. Riley, I think he knew that you would be in this state of grief and that trying to carry out his final wishes would be incredibly difficult for you. He was trying to save you that pain, it’s really admirable when you think about it. He was trying to protect you from that, so that you could just celebrate his life."

“I’M HIS WIFE!!!! I….was his wife. I would have done anything he asked of me…..”

“I know. He did it to spare you that pain."

“I understand, thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Anything I can do to help.”

“The house feels different without him. He has….had this presence. I can’t feel it. I can’t feel him anymore.”

“He is in a better place.”

Her voice turned angry.

“That I do not need right now. Not a hallmark card. I’m sorry for your loss? I can’t stomach that shit right now. He should not be gone, and I’m mad as hell about it.”

Nico’s Funeral

Riley woke that morning to the sound of rain.

She was pretty sure that Nico had wanted his arrangements to be outdoors as he loved being outside in the fresh air. But of course, Nico had made a contingency plan for that. She went into Angelo’s room to get him up, discovering that Liam already had him in the bath.

Angelo splashed the water, causing Liam to laugh, Angelo was giggling as well.

“You got me again!!!! Good thing I’m not already dressed.”

Riley smiled for a moment at the two of them, before the look on her face turned serious once more.

“I can handle getting him ready today. It’s all under control, and breakfast will be ready soon.” Liam remarked.

“Alright. There’s a little black suit….”

“I know where it is. Are you hungry?”

“I don’t think I could eat right now if I tried.”

“At least try to drink some juice, and eat a little, for the baby.”

“You’re right. I’ll try.”

It was still pouring down rain when they made it to the small Grecian church.

Nico had grown up in the church, but as an adult moving back home, Riley and Nico weren’t avid church goers, but every holiday and occasionally accompanied one of his sisters.

Riley felt her body halt when she saw Nico’s closed casket at the front of the church.

Riley sat with Angelo, Nico’s mother, and was surrounded by his sisters. Liam decided it best, to give her a little space, and wanted to be respectful and not sit with Riley but a few seats behind her, as there were customs that were important to Nico’s family, and Riley being a newly grieving widow. He didn’t want to give them the wrong impression.

The priest began speaking, his voice was calm and soothing.

“I’ve known Nicolas since he was born. He was always a kind and caring child. He took on a lot of responsibilities very young to help financially support his family. I can’t help but notice this, since the start of this day it has been raining. By sending rain at Nico’s funeral, God is telling us something very important. Yes, he is shedding his tears, sadness for us that we are hurting, because I know everyone here is saddened that Nicolas is no longer physically present on this earth, and more importantly, God is sharing tears of joy that his soul arrived in heaven.”

The funeral was somber, and so many people spoke kind words and they expressed their condolences to the Karahalios family.

Liam had managed to keep his feelings in check the whole time, his face stoic, but when they opened his casket, and Riley began to cry, he hung his head finally letting a tear fall. He felt a hand softly squeeze his shoulder, and he felt relief. Leo had made it, finally with Daniel, Hana, Olivia, and Drake. Riley would be so happy to see them all.

The infusion of her friends and family around her in the coming weeks greatly helped Riley. He thought at times she still looked numb and going through the motions, but he could still hear her crying at night when everything was quiet and she was alone.

“Riley?”

“I’m okay,” she said through the door.

“May I come in?”

Riley opened the door.

“I brought you a slice of galaktoboureko.”

He knew from Nico that it was Riley’s favorite dessert now, but Liam had remembered that Riley always had a sweet tooth.

“I’m really okay.” She insisted through the sniffles.

She ate in silence and Liam waited patiently for the truth, Riley finally confessed. “I’m not okay, Liam. Far from it.”

“I know. I wouldn’t expect you to be so soon after…..”

“My husband died.”

Riley wiped away the tears once more.

“I miss him so much. You’ve been really kind Liam, and helping with Angelo, some days when I just couldn’t get out of bed, you’ve been here to be with Angelo. I’m grateful. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for this.”

“Yes I do, you’ve been here the better part of a month, running a country from a distance, just to be here for me, Angelo, and little one.”

“Because…. You are my family, and this is where I felt I needed to be.”

“We haven’t talked about it…. What Nico asked of you?...”

“I know, and we don’t have to now, if you don’t want to…”

“I need to. If I’m being completely honest with you, and I want to be, I can’t see myself leaving Greece any time soon. Just like you know you need to be here, I need to be here in the coming months to properly grieve for him. I can't get up and leave his family, after everything we’ve lost, and take the last living part of him with me. I won’t do that to them.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that Riley.”

“As for us…. I can’t even think of that right now. I need to focus on Angelo and having a healthy pregnancy with as little stress as possible.”

“I think you should stay in Greece, and have the baby here, and be close to his family, your family. I can visit you; it’s a relatively short flight. I can come to the baby’s appointments, if you would like; I just want to be here; I want Angelo to know me well. I don’t want to pressure you, but my hope is that one day you will look at me, the way you once did.”

“I can’t promise you that Liam.”

“I know.”

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exosmutfactory · 11 months

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Only Forever 007

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

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Chapter 7

Let go of any hesitation

“After all of that,” Shea’s patient voice drifts through your computer speakers, “he asks you on a date?” She raises an elegant eyebrow.

“A date?” May repeats and freezes mid paint stroke. She turns to face the webcam with a loud gasp, her gray eyes sparkling in delight. “He asked you on a date?~”

Even at your big age, you manage to blush as you nod in agreement with their words. Their surprised expressions do nothing to help the steadily climbing heat of your cheeks.

“He did,” May claps with glee, her squeal too high-pitched to carry properly over the call line. “Oh-M-Gee, he did! He totally did!”

“Are you going?” you hear Shea ask as you move to reorganize your closet for the tenth time today. Not like you are nervous about how the date will go per se.

Ha ha ha…

Okay, maybe you are freaking out.

“Yes,” you throw over your shoulder, elbow-deep in the secret box you keep at the back of your closet for occasions like this—

You pause at the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Then again, you have never had an occasion like this. None of your past relationships were with people who knew you for more than 2 months, let alone anyone else who managed to reach best friend status. At this point in your life, you are content with the close-knit friend group that you have right now. Resilient Shea, reliable May, and (relentless-) Baekhyun are all that you need.

Maybe that’s why they never last…

On that note, you carefully pull out the lingerie set you think Baekhyun would like the most and hang it up inside one of your zip-up hoodies as discreetly as possible, tuning back into the conversation.

“Day? Time? Place?” Shea asks in a rapid session, forever the most organized friend of your group.

“Friday, 10pm,” you pause, your heart racing faster when you don’t have an answer for the last question. “I… have no idea.” Just where will Baekhyun be taking you?

“The three C’s,” Shea reminds you, stopping your rising panic right in its tracks.

May nods seriously, her paintbrush drawing a smooth curve down the length of her canvas. “Comfy, Casual, and Classy~” she chimes in.

A grateful smile and a look of relief form on your face. God, you love your friends.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

You arrive at the designated place Baekhyun told you to meet him at—a small park tucked behind a quiet shopping district. There are barely any people on this side of the city at this time of night, the sun has set hours ago. You smooth down your clothes while waiting for Baekhyun. After an hour of a heated debate with your friends, all three of you chose a two-piece, peach-colored outfit that complimented your skin.

Comfy? Mostly. Casual? Debatable. Classy? Well… your ass isn’t hanging out so—

The top is a lace-up, backless, corset-style crop top and the bottom of it is a matching, double-slit mini skirt. The outfit makes you feel pretty, especially with the single leather garter belt strap that Shea convinced you to add for a finishing touch. The way the strap attached to the leather band around your upper thigh can only be seen from certain angles under your skirt is just that little extra touch of daring confidence that you need to see Baekhyun tonight. You wrap a light, cream-colored jacket around yourself as you wait for him though. The weather is warm, yet standing alone in this outfit makes you a bit anxious.

What’s taking him so long…? You wonder, checking your phone for the time. The bright light illuminating the screen makes you flinch, squinting to read the small digits. 10:05. Okay, not too bad. He’s ‘fashionably’ late. You inwardly roll your eyes with a fond smile, remembering that time Baekhyun told you about the habits of everyone in the fashion industry. Your normally super punctual best friend has developed this habit as well, apparently.

Best friend… you wince as that phrase echoes around your mind, a sense of unease washing over you when you remember your… current situation. You still haven’t managed to have that important conversation with Baekhyun—but that’s fine, right? It’s alright. Baekhyun is your best friend; he knows you. You trust that man with your life. Surely, you can trust him with your heart as well. More than 15 years of friendship has to count for something, right? Right.

You check the time again, tapping your high-top sneakers on the ground. Has it been 5 more minutes since the last time you checked already? Well, this definitely narrows down the options of where you will be going with Baekhyun tonight. You can list on one hand how many places will be open at this time of night, considering that Friday nights are usually the start of the weekend.

A gentle breeze blows, cooling down your overheated skin: the result of your nerves more than the warm August air itself. You look up at the few stars visible in the sky tonight, squinting against the city’s smog to admire the twinkling balls of lights hundreds and thousands of light years away. The sight brings a soft smile to your face while the wind blows through your hair, carrying the scent of rich cinnamon.

Wait a minute.

“Hey,” A familiar deep voice floats into your ears. Voilà! Baekhyun is finally here! He stands across from you at the entrance of the park with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Hi,” you smile a bit shyly, tucking a rebellious lock of hair behind your ear before accepting his hug. His warm embrace and his familiar hint of vanilla scent make your heart race. Oh god, please don’t tell me he can feel that. If he knew how down bad you are already, you would never live it down. You follow Baekhyun to his sleek black Audi, smiling bashfully when he opens the passenger door for you. The way his brown eyes reflect the red interior lights makes your heart stutter, especially when he flashes you that million dollar smile. You quickly slip into the passenger seat and strap your seatbelt, watching him close the car door and walk around the front of the car to climb into the driver’s seat.

“Sorry for the wait, our meeting ran over schedule,” Baekhyun explains over the ding of the car door. He left the key in the ignition and the engine running while he came to greet you, it seems. Baekhyun clicks his own seatbelt into place before resting his left hand on the steering wheel and driving away from the park. Now that he is focused on the road, you can admire him in peace—until he reaches a red light, anyway.

Baekhyun is wearing a black button down shirt that emphasizes his stunning shoulder to waist to hip body ratio. He has the first few buttons undone, as per usual when he is off of work. You can just see a flash of a thin silver chain around his neck. His shirt is tucked snuggly into a pair of navy blue slacks, the same navy color as the blazer you can see hung up in the back of the car from the rearview mirror. His normally messy black hair is parted in the middle, smoothed down by a hint of hair gel.

“How was your week?” he asks, glancing over at you. The passing city lights cast stunning colors over his sparkly brown eyes. The warmth within his amber gaze makes your cheeks flush in the air-conditioned car.

“It was good,” you smile, smoothing down your skirt as you shift your legs to the side. Your heart jumps when you catch his brown eyes tracking the movement. “I finally got the hang of balancing school and work this semester. How was yours?”

Your question makes Baekhyun groan in exaggeration. He stops the car when he reaches a red light and leans his head back on the headrest of his seat in a dramatic manner. You listen to him recount the frustrating photoshoots and dragging commercials he had to complete that week for the rest of the ride to your destination, the soft tunes of quiet R&B music accompanying his soothing voice in the background. These are the moments that you love the most; just you and him as the rest of the world fades away.

“We’re here,” Baekhyun perks up after what seems like 5 minutes later, turning off the engine of the car. You look out of the window at the building in front of you with wide eyes. It’s an upscale lounge; the one that you have had your eye on for the past few weeks. The high reviews spoke of live music, heartfelt poetry nights, and plenty of drinks to enjoy around a comfortable sitting area. This lounge in particular has a VIP section on the top floor as well.

You look up at Baekhyun in awe when he opens your passenger door. He looks at you with those amber eyes, holding out his hand to you. Your heart flutters at the invitation. As you place your hand in his, all you can ask yourself is one question: are you ready to dive in?

“You ready?” Baekhyun asks as if reading your mind. His brown eyes sparkling brighter than the scattered stars above and his little smile warmer than the sun.

Your eyes light up before you softly squeeze his hand, stepping out of the car to join him. “Let’s go.”

A/N:

I have a very important question for you loves: how adventurous is our OC feeling in this chapter? Inside or Outside? 🤭😇

Aff Infinity team, feel free to vote in the chapter poll below. Tumblr Infinity team, feel free to cast your votes anonymously in my ask box. If you read this story on both platforms, go wild my friend 💕

Trust me, the votes will determine what happens next in the story 🐝💨✨🌻

Did I stay up late the weekend before school started back up to finish this dang chapter? Yes, yes I did.

The reason why it took so long, you ask? I went through the 5 stages of grief trying to figure out how to continue the rest of the story. But now I got the plot by the neck so we are good!

Updates will be random as usual because school + touching grass + sleep + I want to build a natural steady update schedule again one day. So for now, I will say that Only Forever will get another chapter(s) before the year is over 🌊💝

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tangerinesgf · 1 year

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Milestones

Tangerine x gn!reader

Tags/warnings: slight mention of sh (nothing explicit but its there), fluff, Tangerine is the best bf.

Sooo there's a few reasons I'm posting this.

1. I'm actually 4 months sh-free as of today and my therapist said I should celebrate or smth

2. For a lot of people including me it's really hard to talk about, bc of how it's looked down upon. I guess even though this isn't much at all, I hope that people who also deal with this ecan see that it's not their fault and that it's okay, because I know how hard it is. Everyday is a new day to start over, and I believe in you<3

Please don't read if any of this might trigger you, it's as light hearted as I think it possibly can be, but still, take care of yourselves <3

You hadn’t expected him to know, hell you didn’t remember until 2 days ago, but of course he and his amazing memory did.

As of today you were 4 months sober, clean or whatever people called it. And even though Tangerine hadn’t been able to understand why you would do this, he had been nothing but supportive on your way to recovery.

Anytime you felt an urge Tangerine had only been a shout away. Being by your side the second you needed him to distract you from your own mind.

Personally you didn't really know how to feel about these milestones. You know you're supposed to be happy about it, proud even, but you still wished it had never happened in the first place.

Tangerine however was nothing but proud everytime another month passed and he made sure you knew it. Gifts, chocolates, anything you could possibly wish for.

And even though you still weren't sure you deserved all this, more specifically him, you were glad Tangerine was by your side.

However this past week Tangerine had been on a job and he was only supposed to return in another week, so you didn't expect anything.

The last thing you expected was him showing up at your appartment at 10pm. It had been raining and he obviously hadn't brought an umbrella with him so he was soaking wet. As were the flowers in his hand.

The surprise on your face quickly turned into adoration and you felt tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

"You didn't think I'd miss it, did ya?" There was a cheeky smile on his face as he offered you the basically drowned flowers.

You almost threw them aside launching yourself into his arms, not caring that he was completely soaking your pyjamas with his wet coat.

Tangerine wrapped his arms around your waist and your buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm so proud of you, love."

It was barely a whisper into your ear, but at that moment it had meant everything to you.

A/N: if you are dealing with this and want to talk about it, don't hesitate to reach out. Talking about it is the first step to recovery. Love ya'll<3

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coletteblackwell · 2 months

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This is my first story to post on here! I plan on posting more chapters but it can also be found on Wattpad under the same username :3 please let me know if you like it!! I need constructive criticism!

Red String Of Fate [Alastor X Reader] pt.1

Every night at 7pm when your work ended, Alastor would be there, to walk you home. Even though you assumed Alastor had always seen you as possibly a younger sister, even he couldn't deny that you were one of the more beautiful young ladies in New Orleans. He worried about your safety, so everyday he made it his personal mission that no matter where he was, he would always be there to walk you home, he liked to know you were safe. This night however on the walk home, he surprised you with a bottle of whiskey. You both spent most nights together; laughing, exchanging silly stories, mildly abusing each other. On your travels home you decided to stop at the lake, the lightning bugs danced in front of you while you sat and adored them. Minutes turned into hours and it was now long past 10pm, the bottle now nearly empty. It was June 3rd, 1931. The summer heat coating both of your skin in a heavy layer. You sat together on the edge of a dock, drunk out of your minds. The air was warm, almost sticky. The aphonic atmosphere surrounding the two of you. The only light coming from a small lantern he hung from the aged wood boat post at the end of the dock. The wood was damp from the air but strangely enough soft underneath both of you.. You wore your waitressing outfit, a knee length dress with a button up bust, white in color, scratchy in material, with an apron tied loosely around your waist. Even though you both were adults, only three years apart in age, to any passerby's you both sounded like a bunch of giddy teenagers. The drunken giggling and joking to be heard from the surrounding houses. After a moment of giggling and soft sighs, you both rested your backs down against the wilted wood. Your hair was long and pooled underneath you, probably getting hooked in the pieces of decaying wood. Alastor laid to your right, wearing a white button up, his chestnut brown hair falling against his forehead as he relaxed on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the dock, shoes just gracing the surface of the water. Your dizzy, drunken minds took a moment of silence, admiring the beauty of the stars above. So quiet between you two that all you could hear was the buzz of insects and the breeze in the low hanging trees. After a few moments of enjoying the stars and stillness, Alastor decided to break the peace, his tone soft, only slightly slurred.

"Why do you still work at that shoddy place anyways?" He turned on his side to look at you better, to hear your response. He held his head up with his elbow, a curious smile on his face as he looked at you. When you looked back at him, you could only see his golden silhouette from the lantern flame flickering behind him. The rim of his glasses being illuminated. In this light you remembered why you had been so in love with him ever since you both were young, his toothy smile always found a way to warm your heart. He took a deep breath before speaking again, "It seems like every day it gets worse and worse there. You know you can just live with Mom and I." He offered genuinely, a tone in his voice where you knew he meant his words. Alastor met you when you were young, when you were 10, your parents died shortly after in the following year. Alastor's mother, Adelaide, was a close friend of your late mother's. She took you in as your own the best she could, if a heart could be crafted in the heavens, it would be hers. Since then you had worked hard, not going to school and working almost everyday, living in your parents home, trying to stay afloat. Alastor and his mother had always done so much for you, as nice as it would be to live with Alastor, you couldn't possibly accept such an offer. Alastor could see it in your face, you were preparing to decline his generous offer again. As you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off quickly. "Before you say no, just... think about it. It could be so fun, you could quit that meaningless job and you know Mum would love having you around. She asks about you all the time." His words were so truthful with a drop of disappointment. Still propped up on his elbow he turned his head from you and looked into the water, the moonlight glistening on the water surface. The water rippled occasionally from frogs jumping in every other moment, or the midge flies resting on the water surface.

You sat up a bit, matching his pose. "I can't possibly take more from you like that, you both have been so helpful towards me already. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. Besides, the restaurant isn't so bad..." You spoke to him, still looking into his eyes as he looked away, the sparkle of the lantern made his brown eyes glow a bit golden, his tan skin only shone in a sliver from the silhouette of light behind him. His kind smile was now faded, your heart sunk at the sight.

"That place is 'so bad' actually. You barely get paid and just from the things you've told me about those disgusting male customers, I wish you would never step foot in that building again." He whispered out the final words of his sentence with some venom laced in the tone.

You giggled at his comment, you were always so kind to customers they often mistook that kindness for opportunity to harass you while in uniform. You secretly loved telling Alastor the stories of the baffling things men would say to you on a regular basis, enjoying when he would get protective or jealous. You let out a soft sigh, still smiling at him. "Oh its fine, they're harmless." You replied, "Besides, the nastier the customer, the better they tip!" You used your free hand to shove his shoulder playfully, trying to bring his smile back. "In all seriousness, I do appreciate the offer.. but you know I can't accept that."

He suspired, returning his gaze back to you, a smile creeping back onto his face, his dimples being visible in the gentle light. "If your argument is that we have already done so much, why not just accept one more helping? Mom's been wanting to give you a job at the bakery, you'd make so much more money there... and there wouldn't be any men hitting on you~." He said with a smile, the words still slurring from the whiskey, a light blush on his cheeks from the heat from the alcohol. His words made you roll your eyes back at him, you both laid on your sides facing each other, propping yourselves up to meet each others gaze.

"Come on, you know I cannot possibly accept another handout.." You said, your voice had a bit of sadness in it, ever since your parents died at age 11, you felt like everyone had babied you. You learned to hate the feeling of being helpless and weak. Now at the age of 22, it felt like you were in control. No more people making meals for you and leaving them at your doorstep, besides Alastor's mother of course.

"I know you're stubborn. That's all I know about you." Alastor said, winking at you playfully. Although he blatantly flirted with you on various occasions, you were so engaged with the thought of Alastor seeing you as a little sister it never registered. You scoffed and rolled your eyes in response to Alastor's wink.

"I am not stubborn. I think I've done quite well for myself this far, thank you very much!" You said in playfully offended voice. You still grinned at Alastor, then continued, "I'm thankful to have you and your mother as family. You both have already done so much, you know I'm forever thankful for that." You said, whispering out the last part of your sentence. A genuine smile on your face, but when looking at Alastor's smile you noticed that his smile faltered quickly, but returned to its full capacity within seconds.

"Oh, yes... family." He nodded with his words, sighing quietly afterward. He cleared his throat before he spoke, "Alright now, I think its time for me to get you home now, don't you think?" He said, a smidge of defeat in his voice, he turned himself over, pulling his knees to his chest to support himself as he stood up next to you. Your eyes followed his movements slowly, your relaxed eye line meeting his ankles as he now stood over top of you. "Come on, Mon Chéri." He extended his hand out to you, his fingers spread as an offer to lift you off the pier. You looked up at him with a confused expression, it seemed early for you both to turn in for the night. You looked up at the moon and realized its position. You figured it was close to midnight and shrugged, agreeing to leave with alastor with your gesture. His words sounded playful, as they normally did. But there was a different dissatisfaction in his voice that always confused you. Without further understanding, you swung your arm up to interlock hands with him, accepting his help off the damp wood. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, him doing the same to yours. After you placed your heels underneath yourself steadily, standing next to Alastor. He looked down at you with a knee-weakening smile.

Looking down at your outfit, you patted your clothes off. The pier collected moss and some mild pond scum which left a bit of a mess on your work dress. The heat from the whiskey still tinting your cheeks and making your head spin ever so lightly. His hand hovered over your elbow as you examined your exterior, not letting his arm rest until he could see for himself your balance being steady. Now, feeling a bit dizzy but sober enough to walk a straight line, you exhaled and returned Alastor's gaze, looking upwards into his face. For a moment it felt like all of New Orleans seemed to quiet down, the bugs hushing. All life seemed to pause in this moment.. you looked into each others eyes, the flickering of the flame glittering in your eyes. His hand rested onto your arm, the feeling of his touch in this moment made chills go down your spine regardless of the humidity. You looked into Alastor's cigar colored eyes, you both were locked into a moment of intense eye contact. You broke the moment bu glancing down onto his lips, curled into a cheeky smile, for a moment you thought this was something you were dreaming of, it felt like you were two young lovers in this moment, the heat rose to your cheeks quickly. Your breath hitched in your throat from the tension, so dense you could feel it. The seconds felt like minutes, the eye contact made the moment feel infinite. As you thought this moment couldn't be anymore perfect, the balance of your Comma heels wobbled slightly. The point of the heel sinking into the withering wood, your ankle slipped embarrassingly. Luckily enough, alastor had his hand on your arm to support your balance, expecting you to be horizontally challenged. The sudden movement seemed to immediately bring you back to reality, alastor chuckled at you as you corrected your foot placement. Embarrassed from the slip, you rethought the entire situation. You thought how stupid you could be for reading the moment like this, you'd always be a little sister to Alastor. Nothing more. Ashamed, you looked down, your lack of confidence in the moment now tinting your cheeks even deeper. "I'm getting off this dock before it crumbles underneath us." Your voice was cold, annoyed with your own mindset. You let out a soft shaky breath, looking downward at Alastor's brown leather shoes. "Let's... lets just go." You turned from him, pushing past his arm, beginning to walk away from the dimly lit pier where you both previously sat. As your heels stamped on the worn, soft wood, Alastor stayed for a moment. Still facing the direction you once stood. Your favorite way of dealing with awkward situations was fleeing the scene. His normally cheerful smile, now dropped half way, leaving a sorry smirk on his face. When he blinked and moved on from the moment he also thought you two were about to have, he refocused his vision back to you, making your way off the pier, your silhouette starting to be engulfed into the night. He quickly turned, grabbed the still dancing lantern off of its hook and followed after you with a small laugh escaping his lips. He figured your drunken ego was more fragile than he originally assumed.

"Well, don't leave without me!" He exclaimed as he jogged slightly to catch up with you. Finally by your side again, he walked slightly ahead of you, still by your side. "What ever would you do without your knight in shining armor? Who to protect you from these dark and dangerous nights?" He strides besides you, extending his arms gesturing at the immense but familiar night in the well traveled trail ahead you. You still focus your eyes on the path, you tried your best to remain your composure, your chest ached with embarrassment from the previous thoughts you had. As much as you try not to, a smile finds its way up to your face again, still seeing Alastor's behavior as adorable. Especially when he went into theatrics like this. He spoke as he was attempting to sound like a valiant leader. Except, it more came out sounding like someone reading a children's story, desperate to keep children engaged. "Who else would guide you through these twisting, terrifying, ever so confusing streets? None other than.. me?" He said, his tone hushing at his final word. He waited for you to respond, his head leaned down, his shoulders tilted forward as he walked. Tilting his head down to look at your expression, hoping to get a reaction. Upon receiving no success with getting your attention back onto him, he playfully bumped his hip into yours, making you slightly lose your balance but letting out a closed-mouthed laugh. Finally, you looked onto his face again, he was smiling so brightly and proud to have won your attention back. His rounded glasses hung lowly on his nose, his brown hair fell over his forehead, dusting over his eyes. Your heart never failed to melt at the sight, you tried to resist the feelings that erupted in you from just the sight of Alastor smiling your direction. Unfortunately, you didn't stand a chance against his charm.

"You're stupid," You said flatly, but a smile curling your faintly red painted lips. You tilted your head towards him as he gasped, faux-shocked at your insult, "But I guess you are pretty.. helpful to have around." You finished, moving your walking pace closer to his, taking your arm in his as you walked side by side through the night. The only light guiding your path being the flickering light from the sooty lantern and the illumination of the moon light. The path you took wasn't accompanied by streetlights. The faint sound of frog calls chirped through the air accompanied by the gentle kicking of gravel from both of your footsteps.

Alastor let out a relaxed sigh as you wrapped your arm around his, the arm he held the lantern with between you both. With his free left-hand, he raised it from his side to place it on yours. His fingers were warm and calloused but still felt gentle. His thumb rubbed the back of your palm while you walked. It was a good ten minute walk to your house, then an extra five to his home, but he didn't mind, he enjoyed these moments with you. After all, you were his best friend, his other half, if you will. "Oh, you're such a charmer..." he whispered, just barely escaping his lips before he continued, voice full bodied and now a bit teasing and sarcastic, "-When you want to be." His long fingers squeezed your hand playfully and he tightened his arm that you held on to, pulling you closer by his side, your shoulders touching. You scoffed, still looking forward.

"Alastor, I am a delight to be around and you know it." You said, nodding your head with your words, still locking your arm closely with his as he lead your way through the night. You couldn't tell where you were in this vast darkness, however Alastor always seemed to know where he was, vision or not, you always felt that safety with him. You looked down at your shoes, walking in matching strides as you strolled the empty street. The moon now in her highest peak of the night.

"Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Mon Kè." Alastor said, looking upward confidently, his head held high. He shook his head chuckling softly with his words.

"You know I told you I don't like it when you call me monkey, I'm not a kid anymore." You said naively and clueless to what the words he said. He laughed at your reaction, always the same.

"I'm sorry, I know you're all grown up now." He said with sarcasm, a teasing smile on his face. When you looked up, you could see his face with a candlelight aura from the flame in front of you both. The panes of his glasses reflecting the shimmer, his dimples being shadowed almost perfectly in the light. You forgot to respond from just admiring Alastor, like you always did. Alastor did not mind the quiet however, he just figured you were exhausted from your day.

As you approached your home, you regained awareness of your surroundings as you walked, passing by the familiar southern magnolia tree in your front yard. When you looked forward again you saw the faint light of your bedside lamp peaking through the curtained windows. You pulled your arm free from Alastor's, reaching into your pocket to retrieve your key. While you rummaged through your pocket, Alastor placed the lantern on the corner of your front step, out of the way but still illuminating the door. Upon finally finding the key, Alastor took it from your hand almost instantly and walked up your front door steps before you, unlocking the door and opening it for you. Alastor practically lived in your house from the amount of time he spent bothering you on your days off in your own home. When you walked in, Alastor locked the door behind you both. His mission of the day completed, he knew you were home safely now. You walked past him, used to this routine. You hung up your apron on the coat hanger and kicked off your heels with a yawn. As alastor watched you begin to unwind from your day, he leaned against the closed door. "So when do I get my own key?" He asked, making you roll your eyes. While you stood in the small entrance room, Alastor reached above, pulling the string on the light fixture on the ceiling.

"Oh never, The day that happens will be the day I have lost all dignity." You teased as you walked now much shorter than him without your heels. He chuckled,a bit hurt in the ego but knowing it was just your own pride you protected so heavily. You walked into your kitchen, a short stroll down the hallway. The walls of the corridor adorned with pictures of your family, Alastor and Adelaide, and random memories. When Alastor joined you in the kitchen, he pulled the string on the light in the kitchen as well, its bulb emitting a dandelion yellow glow. You began to pour a glass of water, taking a sip before handing to Alastor, who followed you tentatively. He took a sip from the same glass, subconsciously making sure to place his lips on the same place your lipstick had stained the glass previously. You yawned again, more significantly, and stretched your hands outwards in a dramatic display.

"Okay, Okay I get the hint, I'll get out of your hair~" He said placing down the small glass of water on your countertop. "You don't have to tell me twice, besides, I think you need to catch up on your beauty rest." He teased, raising his hands up like he was guilty of a crime. You gasped and covered your hand over your mouth.

"Are you saying I look rough right now? How ever so rude of you." You teased back, taking the glass of water that you shared from where Alastor had placed it. Taking a sip for yourself, feeling dehydrated after the drinking you had done together that night. Alastor shook his head, a large and gentle smile on his face, his eyes still as piercing as ever despite being such a welcoming oak color.

"Oh you know what I meant." His hand reached to the top of your head and then tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, petting down your hair before his hand rested on the side of your face. His palm against the end of your jaw, lower two fingers touching your neck as you still sipped water. While you finished your sip he asked, "Same time tomorrow?" With an endearing, warm smile. After finishing what you wanted from the cup, you placed it back down, the glass clinking on the countertop. From his closeness, his chin at the same level as your eyebrows you could experience alastor without the muddling of the outside elements. He smelled like raw vanilla and faintly of cigarettes.

You nodded slowly, a blush tinting your face from his touch, it wasn't a new experience. However it never failed to give you butterflies. Alastor leaned in to kiss the top of your head, as he did every night. Gently, like you were fragile. His lips lingered for a second, getting a scent of your hair that still smelled like the outdoors and like the warm wood from the pier. He placed his lips onto your forehead for a few seconds before pulling back, dropping his hand from your face. A part of you wished in that moment he didn't make it so hard not to love him, unknowingly that he was thinking the same about you. He took a step back, stealing the rest of your water from the glass, placing it in the sink as he turned and walked out from the kitchen. Not letting you say a word before he exited the room, as he approached the door you exclaimed, "You're locking yourself out right?". He turned back to you through the dimly lit hallway with a playfully insulted look on his face.

"You act as if I've forgotten before! Trust me, our nightly routine is more important than my studies, I could do it with my eyes closed." He opened the door in front of him, reaching up to turn off the light in the entrance room pulling the short string with a quiet click, turning to you as he went to close it, before shutting the door, he looked into your eyes one last time for the night, "Good night, Mon Ké." He looked at you, waiting for a response.

You scoffed at his words, thinking he was calling you one of your childhood nicknames, "Goodnight, Alastor." You smiled at him, tone just gentle enough for him to hear down the hallway. At the sound of your words, he closed the door, the lock clicking behind him. A few seconds after, the letter opening in your door opened a sliver, your small gold house key falling through it. Landing quickly onto your door mat with a quiet clink. You listened as Alastor's foot steps retreated off your front steps, he picked up the lantern he left on the ground, and held it to light his own way home. You heard his whistle as he entertained himself through his quick walk home, the tune fading slowly as he strolled deeper into the night.

At the final sighting of the golden glow of the lantern he carried disappearing into the air, muddled through the trees and fogged by distance, you let out a sigh. Your feet ached from the work heels that were a size too small for you and your clothes felt slightly damp from the humidity of the elements outdoors. You headed into your room, retiring for the night. Your room was small, the whole home was, but you loved it dearly. You still slept in your childhood bedroom, leaving your parents' master bedroom clean, as if they'd come home at any point. Next to your rickety twin-sized bed was your beside table. The only items on it being a miniature lamp, so worn with time that the once white lampshade was now beige, and a photograph of you in between your late parents in a frame with chipping pink paint. Taking the tips you made that day from your pockets, you reached down underneath the bed, feeling the underside of the mattress for your hidden envelope, taking the cash and tucking it into the envelope. As you placed the faded envelope back into its hiding place. You sat on the bed exhausted, you picked up the beloved frame, rubbing your thumb on the edge. A demure, sorrowful smile on your face. It will almost be 11 years this fall since their death, both dying from pneumonia. You didn't have much memories of them anymore, time fading the memory card of your brain. Without alastor and his mother, who knows what could of happened to you. Luckily enough, your family owned the land and as the last alive, it went to you. Regardless of not having many memories of them, you still missed them everyday. You put the frame back in it's spot, placing it with care. Continuing with your night as you prepared for your next day, not looking forward to the manual labor, but ready for seeing Alastor. Your daily routine was something that kept you going. The two of you barely spent a moment apart, regardless of your feelings towards him, Alastor truly was family to you. Him and his mother, Adelaide, being all you had left. Every day, thankful for their kindness and care. You sighed, gathering your work outfit for the next day, removing your dirty uniform and placing it in the laundry basket, preparing for your own nightly routine, already excited for the shift that hadn't yet started to end. Tomorrow was friday, the day you had dinner with Alastor and his mother, the highlight of your week.

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curekibouka-writing · 2 years

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Hi! I am obsessed with the Tweels of Octavinelle and I love reading every single post that you post here, I can get lost in them and before I know it minutes and hours have passed! So I would like to request just the Tweels having their bonding time, outside school hours, what they do in the weekends or during Winter Break since they stay inside NRC the whole winter. Because of this I’ve been wondering just what the two of them and Azul do during winter break. Thank you!! Keep up the good work!

A/N: Thank you for the kind words, anon! I’m really not good at writing Octavinelle boys so it’s really a challenge for me every time they are requested (which is pretty often), but this seems like a very cute idea so I’m interested ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Word count: 681

For Raven's TwstOBer day 7: Clock

As a mildly fatigued Azul dragged himself out from his office, he was greeted with Jade’s polite smile from behind the Mostro Lounge counter, and Floyd’s drawled and lazy “Good work~” coming from the sofas.

Azul threw a “Thank you” back and headed toward the counter, “I cannot believe the budgeting took me so long.”

“VDC is soon after all,” Jade nodded understandingly.

“It’s late, I’m going whip up some salad quickly and return to work on my holiday assignments, I do not want to fall behind on my plans.”

Jade exchanged a look with Floyd as the latter poked his head out from the sofa, “Whatcha saying, Azul~? It’s still 8pm, y’know?”

Azul frowned, pushing up his glasses and read the clock in Mostro Lounge. It certainly does say a few minutes to 8.

“Strange. When I glanced at the clock in my office, it said 9 o’clo—“

“Aha, did you work so hard that your eyes stopped working?” Floyd tauntingly waved in front of Azul’s face and then pointed down, “Can you see how many legs you have~?”

“Two.” Azul shoved his hand away. Meanwhile, Jade was already setting a pot of creamy-smelling stew onto the lounge counter, “We were only about to have dinner. Will you not join us, Azul, leaving us to eat by our lonesome?“

Jade pursed his lips in his fake sad face, to which Azul responded by rolling his eyes. But he looked at the clock one more time and mumbled, “Well… I suppose I do have time.”

The temperature control on campus was perfect as usual, but perhaps having a bowl of warm stew in front of you was a different kind of cozy.

Floyd was already digging in without much tact, cheerfully recounting how he had been parkouring around campus facilities today because no one was there to stand in his way, and how the snow poses an interesting new challenge as well. Jade briefly chuckled at his unstoppable twin before conversing about his own day, how he had stumbled upon a good read regarding magical usage of certain herbs during research for his assignments.

Azul enjoyed his food while listening on, giving occasional commentary, “Why thank you for the recommendation, Jade.” “No Floyd, you may not parkour inside Mostro Lounge even if there are no customers.”

It was a mundane kind of happiness that was special.

After all, how often would Azul allow someone to make dinner for him and chatter so leisurely with him without second guessing their ulterior motives?

But it was mundane for the three of them, and so it was special.

The hour flowed by like rapids through the food, the conversation, and even the dishwashing. Finally, as the clock hands ran a few minutes past 9, Azul unfolded his rolled-up sleeves and spoke, “Well, thank you for the delicious meal, Jade, Floyd. Now I really must return to my room to work on my assignments. Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight.” “Nighty~”

A normal enough greeting for the end of the day, although the looks Jade and Floyd exchanged once again unsettled him to some extent.

He would promptly find out why as soon as he arrived at his room, slumping relaxedly onto his chair as the clock on his desk entered his sight.

10pm.

Annoyance overtook his lightly smiling lips in a twitch. He glared at the door of his room as if he could see the twins sniggering beyond it.

They tricked him! And what a fool he was for falling for such a basic plot! He could’ve busted them on the spot had he just checked his phone even once, now his schedule was a mess!

He grabbed a pen and brought it down upon his schedule book, yet it hovered an inch above the page.

If it was messed up already, then why not…?

Since they went out of their way just to stun him, he supposed he should return the favour.

Crossing out his original plan for evening the next day, he chuckled deviously as he scribbled a new item.

“Dinner surprise payback”

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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Random Facts About About My Stories/Writing:

•Risk it all was going to have a Kuina, Chishiya love triangle (I vetoed the idea)

•My YoonMin Fic was initially a yn x yoongi fic

• Twisted Feelings didn’t gain much traction at first I nearly ended it until a friend told me how much they enjoyed it. (This is why comments and inbox submissions are so important)

• Come Here Sweetheart nearly was scrapped, I found it hard to do.

• I initially didn’t want to write for Niragi but ended up doing it anyway.

• I have so many stories that need editing but not enough time so I hate looking at past work because of the mistakes.

•Trust Me was supposed to be a one shot but I wanted to write more, I was going to turn it into a series and didn’t. Jimin was going to break YNs heart. ( I was depressed lmao)

•I have had a Kuina and Ann 4 chapter fic sitting in my drafts for a year, it’s complete and edited but it but I have a lot of personal stuff in it and it may be too heavy so idk what to do with it.

• I figured out my sexuality/identity after reading/writing The Gentlemen.

• TGM hobi was going to join the relationship (my idea) I changed it when I understood more of what he represented for so many people.

•I want to write me own universe story, I have a few ideas for a story but it would be 200k plus and I can’t decide on the ship. I want to finish all my current stories and then work on it.

•I wrote the first 20 chapters of risk it all in 3 weeks, I was exhausted and left myself so drained. Never do that.

• Many of my story plots started from dreams or one liners I see in random places, I don’t plan many of my stories. Risk it all, trust me and twisted feelings are the only ones.

•I got de@th threats for posting BTS fics but continued anyway bc I have too many ideas.

•I really do have too many ideas and my hands can’t write fast enough. I hate that I can’t get my stories out the way I want too.

• I tend to write between 10pm and 4am I have insomnia and can never really sleep, I edit during the day but very rarely will I write in the day time.

•someone recommended me my own story on Twitter, I felt so good 😭

•In quiet getaway I was going to make it an angst fix with more than 1 chapter but it worked well for the 1000 special. I was worried to post it bc a friend had wrote a similar trope in her story little so you know (recommend it 100) and I didn’t want her to think I copied her.

•we may revisit the futures of the 1000 followers special couples depending on what people want.

•Not So Dinner date was supposed to be Jin x reader but I changed it to Namjoon.

•Risk it all Chishiya was going to kill Niragi

• Risk it all Arisu was going to fight Chishiya but didn’t

•I have risk it alls ending planned out it’s just a matter of writing and posting, I’d say there’s 20-25 more chapters.

•Twisted feelings will have around 40 chapters.

•Hoseok and Jimin were contenders for the day date in the last chapter of TGM but it changed when jimin won the fan gave and Hobi was eliminated

• hobi was going to be angry at yn for eliminating him but I couldn’t do that

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crimsonwing62 · 1 year

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Ok Hear me out, The Take a Hint scene from victorious x The Fruity Four (specifically Robin x Nancy)

So one night, Robin, Nancy, Steve and Eddie decide to go out and Nancy suggests they new karaoke bar across town. Its small, the foods kind of meh, the patrons that sing are terrible which means its hilarious to make fun of them but its busy so they don't check ID's.

Steve and Eddie are on the closing shift till 10pm, at Family Video and The Bowling alley. Meanwhile Robin's had the day off and Nancy finishes her apprenticeship at the local newspaper in the next town at 6pm. So Robin and Nancy get together to get ready and go there together. They arrive about 20 minutes before Steve and Eddie are supposed to get there.

The girls weave through the somewhat already growing crowd of people to the bar to get a couple of drinks, then find a table for them and the boys for the night.

Not even 10 minutes at their table flirting chatting, Nancy already trying to convince Robin to do a duet with her and Robin absolutely refusing. A couple of guys seemingly a bit tipsy saddled up to the two trying to chat to them, flirt with them (key word: trying). Instead their teasing about not singing ended up implying their too insecure to do it themselves so they're just here to judge others.

"Didn't you hear? they want to hear a little songy song action." Robin, using their words against them, directing her statement towards Nancy. Robin arching her eyebrows in a challenge.

"Okay, we'll sing you a song" Nancy with a tight smile says in the sweetest voice she can muster. The kind of voice she had to use with the asshats at Hawkins Post.

The girls slide out of their chairs and head toward the song book. The asshats take their seat laughing and whispering like they're in middle school. Robin slides her finger down the list till she lands on the one she wants. She slides in a quarter to the machine and presses 'T305'.

Nancy stops Robin just before she presses play. "hey can you start the song? you know take Victoria's part?'

"wha-why? -- wait is Nancy Wheeler nervous? THE Nancy Wheeler who 5 minutes ago was convincing me to do a duet with her? That same Nancy Wheeler whose faced interdimensional monsters with a sawed off shotgun? Is nervous... about karaoke?" Robin teases, more in bewildered curiosity than maliciously.

"yeah, I've never really sang outside of the shower"

"sure okay"

Robin can't really say much herself, although she's performed it was usually playing an instrument... with 30 other kids. Definitely not in a duet, safe to say her stomach was doing somersaults as she hit play on the machine.

The song starts, Robin picks up the mic, she blows a sarcastic kiss to the boys currently occupying their seats.

"Why I am always hit on by the boys I'll never like?" she starts.

Nancy picks up the mic too but takes a moment facing the wall to compose herself. She steals over as her part comes up, turning round channelling the badass that like Robin said 'faced interdimensional monsters with a sawed off shotgun'.

"Don't wanna be a priss, I'm just tryna be polite but it always seems to bite me in the-"

They sound good together, even harmonise on the chorus. They patrons loved them, a few whoops from them gave the singers enough confidence to really relax and have fun with the song. At some point they went in to the audience gradually making their way towards those guys again, who are currently enjoying the show.

The girls were mid song when Steve and Eddie finally arrived. At first the boys couldn't see over the sea of people at the bar and staring towards the stage in the far corner.

It was only when "you asked me what my sign is and i told you it was stop"

"Is that Nance?" Steve asks Eddie, knowing full well he probably didn't know the answer.

"and if I had a dime"

"Well that's Robin for sure" Eddie says in response. "oof they're good" he comments when he hears the harmony that follows.

They push their way to past the bar and towards the karaoke area where they find their powerhouse friends make their way over to a couple of guys at a corner table.

R: "what about no don't you get?"

N: "so go and tell your friends"

R+N: "I'm not really interested"

"oh I feel so bad for those suckers right now" Steve leans to shout into Eddie's ear.

"don't be! They probably deserve it" Eddie shouts back, still in awe of the harmonies. Robin taking the low note whilst Nancy goes for the full belt higher notes.

The guys from earlier that made the mistake of hitting on them gather their drinks to leave but Robin and Nancy stop them. Singing to them directly.

N: "one"

Nancy fully into the song now, glares up at the one that was interested in her, burning a whole in his forehead.

R: "take your hands of my"

Each line they take a step forward - encroaching on their space

N: "two"

R: " 'fore I punch you in the"

N: "Three"

R: "stop you staring at my"

N+R: "hey!"

With the asshats intimidated, humiliated and backed up against the bar, the girls, satisfied, march back up to the stage for the final verse of the song.

This last bit was no longer to teach those guys a lesson. it was purely for their enjoyment, they sang towards each other instead of the audience. silently communicating to go big for the finish.

As they finish they fall into a fit of laughter and the bar erupts. Steve and Eddie attempting to clap and holler the loudest.

Robin and Nancy take a bow and come down from the stage to head back toward their now vacated table, absolutely beaming with pride they just did that.

Steve and Eddie rush over to congratulate and freak out about how awesome they sang together.

Steve focusing on "holy crap you guys got up and sang in front of audience" knowing how big that is for both of them

Eddie focusing on "holy crap you guys sounded amazing together. I knew Buckley could sing but you too Wheeler, that was awesome!"

Steve gets the first round of drinks - Robin and Nancy discarding their half drunk ones from earlier for new ones. and then the rest of the night flew by...

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Notes: Ignore the fact the technology for Karaoke machines where definitely not advanced enough to have wireless microphones and not at all like I described in the 80s. Because if this song exists 35 years before its released then they can have wireless microphones to sing Karaoke and teach some immature boys a lesson.

hope you enjoyed!

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