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therealpontius · 1 year

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Just for tonight… pt2!

Plot: bam takes you out to relive your teen years

Warnings: public nudity, drug misuse, alcohol, mention of death

This ones more sad and short i guess i kinda vented through it 😭

It was 1:50 now and you started changing into thicker clothes to shield yourself from the cold. Bam had sneaked out to get his skateboard, he would be back in ten minutes. God you felt alive again, like a child sneaking out for the first time. A loud wolf whistle sounded from outside your window and bam stood with a backpack and his skateboard in hand. You grabbed your camera and your skateboard you barley knew how to ride in your bag and climbed onto the roof that sat below your window.

"Hey bambam" you greeted him, hopping off the roof "hey y/n y/n, i know where to go follow me" you pulled out your board and followed behind him, you could ride, just not do tricks "supprised you can still ride" he shouted behind him, no doubt waking up a few neighbours "same to be honest" a laugh escaping your lips.

"DICO" bam shouts, next minute dico stands out of the shadows waving "hey shit heads whats going on?" The blunt balanced in his mouth and the lamp post that shon brightly was the only things lighting him up " what are you doing?" Bam asked, you stopped your board next to him, using his shoulders to get you off it "just hanging out with frantz in the skate park, we have weed"a devious smile spread on his face, that wasn't unusual though "cmon y/n" bam took your hand and led you over the small hill in the darkness to a small skate park where you could see frantz lying back on a bench, a cloud of smoke drifting away from him "frantzy we have visitors" fratzs head turned fast at the mention of his name "oh hey guys!"

The atmosphere was AWKWARD, bam skated around while you sat inbetween frantz and dico who were cracking jokes to eachother and reminiscing on childhood 'dramas' that werent so dramatic anymore "oh god i wish i had past me's struggles" frantz laughed passing the almost finished blunt to dico "speaking of past dramas and struggles... y/n! Hows that nose doing?" Wow dicos using your name for once "dented, look" dico and frantz both squint at your nose "still small but you can see the stiches, neat" frantz speaks softly "yeah it was a bugger to deal with" the silence was undoubtably awkward again "im sorry for calling you fattie i thought you found it funny" "ofcourse i didnt you idiot" you both laugh awkwardly "so y/n, where did you go?" "Delaware" they both tilt their heads in confusion "yeah ive got my own apartment and i play the electric guitar in the local pub" "when are you going back?" You paused a little after frantz question, god you didnt want it to be true "tomorrow..." "yikes..."

Bam returned, out of breath and smiley "cmon y/n follow me" you followed him and waved goodbye to frantz and dico. He led you to a flat ground and took his backpack off. 3am it was, Cold but the sky was slowly getting lighter and the air was crisp "finally old enough" bam says pulling his backpack off his shoulders, sitting down after it. You sat too, confusion on your face visible "drink! Here i know ciders your favourite" bam passed you four big bottles of cider before pulling his own drink out "bam thats too much! How much?" He flings his hand your direction "forget about it, i owe you it anyways" you open your first cider and put it to your mouth, the bitter yet sweet alcohol swimming down your throat "i guess so. So what have i missed with you bam, whats been going on?" He stared at the sky with a unreadable expression "im miserable, utterly miserable" bam flumps down onto his back, you following after him "you know i got a ton of money, chicks are coming for me left and right yet im still not happy. Is there something wrong with me?" You giggle slightly at his dramatic tone "no bambam nothings wrong with you. Close your eyes and think of what you REALLY want, then tell me." "I cant do that its embarrassing" "bam we might never see eachother again, try it" he goes silent for a minute giving you time to gulp your cider

"Fuck fine okay" you lay back down next to him and he closes his eyes "i uh... um... i kinda want... you?" A army of guilt stabs your heart, god why didnt you just wait at west chester "im sorry bam... you got me for tonight" "just for tonight?" "Just for tonight..." suddenly he pounces on you, kissing you like he was starving. Without words you both take off your jeans and shirts KNOWING what was about to happen "are you okay with this bam? I mean like public" you where down for doing it anywhere but bam was more private, he didnt like anything out of his comfort zone "its going to be okay, im going to do things how you wanted them" he moves his body so that he was kneeling between your legs handing you a bottle of cider, getting his own too "cheers" with that you both downed as much as you could, putting the bottles down carelessly and continuing the kiss, the strong taste of cider from both your tongues making the experience so much better.

*CRUNCH*

Both of you froze as you head leafs and branches shuffle arounf, the sound was far enough but it soon became closer "quick! oh shit" bam whispered frantically, shoving his clothes on, you started too aswell "WHOS THERE?" You hear from behind you, a deep manly voice followed by a flash light that shon on the both of you. Bam had packed the drink back into his bag and got his skateboard ready, you had everything on but your shirt, failing to find it "FUCK" you screamed, picking your board up and the shirt that conveniently hid under it.

You both ran for your lifes, giggling like the kids you once where "BAM MY SHIRT!" He turned round and his face dropped "oh my FUCKING GOD" you both continued to laugh, running through the streets that where dimly lit by the years old street lamps and the moon that went down slowly untill you met a black alleyway "how the fuck did that happen" he says breathlessly "i couldnt find it!" You shoved it back on and stopped for a breath too, god that was fun.

You spent the next two hours drinking the rest of your ciders and taking photos of bam trying to skate untill the sun came back up. The fact that pedestrians started walking by made you realise that it was time to go, tome to say goodbye to westchester, to bam “bambam…” “yea babe?” God hes got far too comfortable “i need to go home now”

His eyes got watery and he faced away to hide from you “ill take you, lets go”

The skate home was sad, no words where spoke and bam done none of those unnecessary flips that are only just to show off. You got to your bedroom window and he just stood. He wasnt the man you met two days ago, he was the boy you knew six years ago again. The same expression on his face when you would be upset with him or when he had a bad day and came for you for hugs and a cheering up. The morning breeze blew your hair gently, it all seemed too perfect, perfect weather, perfect breeze perfect couple or so someone passing would think. “I need to go bambam” he just shrugged his shoulders and kept his head facing down “enjoy delaware” “i will…” with that you climbed back to your window, no goodbye.

Your parents woke you up at 2pm and you said your goodbyes, you knew once you left it was never going to be the same. Next time you see your dad it would probably be at your moms funeral and the same with everyone else is this ‘perfect’ town.

The car journey home was grim, no music, no dancing, no goodbye.

1am. you sat in your bed, you werent exactly sad but you felt empty like westchester was the reason for that huge hole in your hard that was never filled.

*tink*

*tink, tink*

You opened your blinds to your window hoping that the magpies werent banging there beaks off it again

“Hey sunshine! Wanna let me in its fucking freezing out here?” “BAM!”

@randomqueero :)

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drgmissioncontrol · 1 year

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"CONTROL!! CONTROL, DO YOU READ ME!? WHERE DID- AUGH!!" 'POWF-POWF-POWF-POWF-POWF!" 'DAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAK-!!' 'BAMBAM-! BANG-POW-BOOM! CRACK-KABOOM!'

Mission Control finally re-establishes contact with Red of the Power Scales, and suddenly: It sounds like a damn warzone behind him. A common occurence with most missions that MC watched over, but this particular case was likely a nightmare after what he learned just moments prior. Especially with the familiar noises of-

"[ T A R G E T A C Q U I R E D ]"

"[ H O S T I L E I N R A N G E ]"

"[ A T T A C K I N I T I A T E D ]"

Rival tech?!

Red: "DUGAGH-! CONTROL!! WHERE DID YOU GO!? PLEASE COME IN! IT'S A MADHOUSE DOWN HERE! RIVALS-! RIVALS EVERYWHERE!! STORMING THE CAVE FROM NOWHERE!! SEVERAL NEMESIS-"

Blue: "RED, PATROL BOTS!! ABOVE YOU!!" Red: "Uh-!? DAMNIT-!"

'BANG!! BANGBANGBANG!! BOOM!'

Yellow: "THAT'S A LOT OF SHREDDAH'S-!!" Green: "BLUE! YOUR VOLTSWEEPERS-!" Blue: "ALMOST DRY ON 'EM!" Green: "HELL-!!" Red: "LURE THEM OVER THE GEYSERS! LIGHT 'EM ON FIAH!"

We’ve got a contingent of Marines inbound, Miner. Hold fast.

#deep rock galactic #rock and stone

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tryingtimi · 5 months

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Too Old For My Hometown

Air by BamBam. It's a bop, but I actually sneaked in another song for this snippet. Which is more fitting lol. It's HOLO by LeeHi. Also, lmao, this one is from last year. Anyway, it's a fun lil experiment for writing a tale that another person tells to others. Enjoy!

MODERN AU | METALSEA AU | FLUFF | ANGST, CUZ A BIT SAD | WC: 1513

Avelyn was that girl to Cronyl.

They met on a chilly spring day when the sun just touched the horizon to dive under. He’s been back in Anore for two weeks, yet he was still an outsider. His job didn’t change much, in fact, it lessened. In the city, he needed many sleepless nights to keep up with work. Here, however, he could have a sleeping break at lunch if he wanted to.

It should have been peaceful.

He should have enjoyed a little bit less after having such a busy life for years.

Still, he didn’t.

For Cronyl it wasn’t appealing how friendly the neighbours were. He didn’t like that everyone could know each other by name. He did not crave the peacefulness of a quiet and seemingly happy village.

Not after a bloody divorce anyway.

And so he remained the ridiculous lone wolf he always was, never chit-chatting, never blending. Helping out wherever he could nevertheless, despite his distaste of the place.

Because he liked the village as an environment.

The quietness and simplicity might not have been what he sought — considering how he would have drowned himself in work rather than thinking about Syonehlia — but the view, well, that was decent.

So, he walked home from work on the usual pathway — sunflower fields framing both sides, the lively people still far away. The wind cooled down the early spring’s heat, so Cronyl could stroll the way he preferred to do it; briefcase and jacket draped over his shoulder, hanging from his fingers, shirt’s sleeves rolled up leisurely. He was tired, though not the satisfying kind you feel after a busy day full of accomplishments. It was more what you would call numbness, if anything.

Cronyl closed one of his eyes when the sun decided to give them a proper showdown of sunshine as a slow goodbye.

He kept his stare at the sky, nevertheless.

It was a little thing he started when he moved back, and that still gave him some kind of comfort.

Sure, it was his hobby, if you will. And the very thing that almost cost his life. (Yes, baby. I’m overexaggerating for dramatic effect.)

Cronyl could faintly hear the rattling of the old bicycle which raced down from the nearby hill every day. Yet, he only noticed how loud it became, when a moderately high-pitched squeak squeezed out of the mess of blonde locks, as she collided with him.

Avelyn gifted a bouquet of bruises and two cracked ribs to Cronyl on their first meeting.

He always says he can still smell the frowzy dandelions that spread in the nursing room. You see, Anore was so small, that they had no proper hospital, only a rural nursing building. Which seemed to be enough most of the time, and this time wasn’t an exception either.

Cronyl still needed to stay in, which definitely dragged some grumbling out of him.

She visited from the first day.

Avelyn — as it turned out — was one of the neighbours’ daughters; a local since birth. She wore the gentle smile of the anorean, farmed so diligently as his father, and cooked so deliciously as her mother. Which she showed Cronyl as well when she brought him soup as an apology.

Avelyn didn’t leave without a scratch either. A scraped knee and some aching parts of her body weren’t as important in her eyes as Cronyl’s injuries.

She didn’t say a thing when she entered the room, only looked around and when she found a chair, she pulled beside Cronyl’s bed. Her eyes searched for his, serious and determined. Then, when her gaze met his cocked eyebrow, her features turned sheepish, a lovely shade of red dancing across her cheeks. (Mhm, I saw it, I was there.)

She came the next, the one after and every day again, until Cronyl was eventually released.

He didn’t know where to put her. Cronyl was not someone used to such care from strangers. It made no sense why she kept visiting him after he made clear it was nothing. She seemed shy, yet chatted with him as if he was a close friend. Amusement was what she brought to Cronyl, something he didn’t really think he would find in here. He quite literally awaited her arrival at the end.

She asked him out the day she walked him from the building.

Rejection isn’t something that usually follows this, right? Spring blossomed on the cherry trees around them, but the doom-and-gloom wasn’t over yet. The numbness I mentioned, remember? A divorce is a tricky thing to get over if you can at all. It’s a transition from being with someone every minute to coming back to your hometown, alone. It leaves you with the feeling as if something was missing, even though everything you had was with you. Makes you numb for a time, too.

This is why, Cronyl did not go out with Avelyn.

He’d always been a strong-headed nitwit, and it wasn’t Anore, his hometown that would make him change. Or so he thought. Standing beside the awkwardly smiling Avelyn, he only seemed to think that they weren’t teenagers anymore to start off like that. As if he was way too old for this little friendly town, where life was as simple as falling in love.

“Oh god, don’t look at me like that. I’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face,” was what he said to my reaction to the confession. As if being angry at him would have changed anything. Just like I said, strong-headed nitwit.

Life had so much more stored for them, though. Bumping to each other every corner even if they didn’t try to meet, living beside one another, never escaping the parents’ favours from Cronyl to come to them and help out. You’d think it was embarrassing for them.

And oh how wrong you would have been then.

Despite everything, Avelyn never treated Cronyl differently than before. She brought him lunch whenever he helped out on the fields, joked about their frequent accidental meetings, and kept being shy about how much she loved her kindergarten job. She asked and listened like no one in this little community. Cronyl, in return, grew a meadow of respect for her in his chest. Never too close, never too approachable, they became friends. His first friend, since he moved back.

The lengthening peach days of spring didn’t seem to go by as fast when they met. His walk home was accompanied by the quiet rattling of the bicycle as she joined to the daily routine. Cronyl still didn’t enjoy the lessened work and the all-time happy people. But, his numbness began to falter.

It took a year for him to realise that she must have been the cause of it.

A year, which after Avelyn seemed to leave work way too early. His routine turned to peeking inside the kindergarten after leaving his tiny, flat-roofed workplace, so he could notice it before everything. Smiling at his worry when he mentioned the change, Avelyn told him she’d tell him only when his numbness faded away completely. Because even then, Cronyl clearly lived a life among the greying clouds, sheltered from the bursting yellow fields.

Most moments come to us unnoticed. Good or bad, happy or sad, the most memorable parts of our lives can build up without us being aware of it. Inch by inch, it piles, until we stop and look at it. But we can only see the result.

That was exactly how Cronyl felt when after another half a year, he faced two things.

Firstly, Avelyn called in sick more times than she went to meet with the children. They met more and more along the way to the nursing building. She slowed, however much she smiled. Their time didn’t thin away, yet it was clear to him that she forced herself sometimes. He might have been dense, but he wasn’t stupid. His time was waning by the minute.

Secondly, Cronyl couldn’t remember how it felt to be numb anymore.

It surprised him so deeply, that he left work way, way too early. Even though I only heard about this from others, he actually went grocery shopping right after that. Some said he was more in a rush than a summer rain on a peaceful night.

Cronyl couldn’t hide his soft heaving when he just caught Avelyn leaving the nursing building. They almost bumped into each other, like they did so many times in the early morning market. Soup in his hand, a bicycle bell in the other, he stood before her, silent. The scent of dandelions danced them around, Avelyn’s bright face open with a question Cronyl answered the moment after.

And that, my darlings, is how your dad met your mother.

#Project Metalsea #Cronyl Eldenwere #Avelyn Dione #Syonehlia Dione #Eldnar Ronwel #yep uncle Eldnar tells the tale to Cronyl and Avelyn's kids #idk how it turned out but i like th beginning lol #and it was a fun exercise to find Eldnar's voice too #Modern AU

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justwinwin · 2 years

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Gentle is key | Bambam

Pairing: Bambam x Reader

Genre: Little bit of angst and fluff

Description: As above ^^^^

Word Count: 938

You knocked on the door of yours and Bambam’s shared bedroom, you could hear a shuffle then light footsteps heading towards the direction of the door.

Slowly, Bambam reveals himself dressed in his green striped pajamas and hair dishevelled in a cute way. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the sight of him, but you could sense something was off.

Bambam’s eye lids were loose and the corners of his lips pulled down. The fact that he’d also come straight from practice without much of a greeting to you; Bambam was not in the highest spirits.

“Do you wan to talk?” you asked, if you knew one thing about Bambam, it was that asking are you okay was one of the worst options to go with. Bambam was an open type of person, but if he wasn’t ready to speak, he would let you know.

It took a second before he pulled the door to allow room for you to fit, you send him a small smile and head towards your bed, feeling the warmth of his side of the bed, and where he had just been laying.

Bambam sits beside you as you both lean your backs towards the headboard. You observed the photo across the wall, opposite from the bed. It was your first year anniversary. Taken at the leaning tower of Pisa, where Bambam had taken you both on a little trip around Italy to celebrate. With your arms around each and a goofy smile, you knew you chose the right person. Bambam was the love of your life. Bringing joy wherever he went, you would do anything for him.

Seeing him so down and low spirited was unusual, but you wished nothing but for him to always be happy. Because that’s how you felt whenever you were with him; happy.

You place your hand over his and give a slight squeeze, in an effort to remind him that you were there for him. In return, Bambam laid his head on your shoulder. His touch sent a warm rush all throughout your body. You loved this boy with all of your heart, and hoped that you could find a way to make him smile again the way he does when you’re upset.

“I’m just going to rant,” Bambam begun, you nod your head, allowing him the space to collect himself and gather his thoughts.

“Lately, I’ve been comparing myself a lot to the other guys. And I know you always tell me not to, and that were all different, bringing our own uniqueness to the table. But sometimes I can’t help it. The other boys just all seem like better dancers, singers, and rappers than me. I get this feeling that no matter how much work I put in, how ever many jokes I make, or even working out. I just will never be as good as them, or funny as them, or physically fit as them.”

Bambam’s voice cracked and you knew then that he was gonna struggle to speak more of the issue. You squeeze his hand once more.

“Bambam, listen to me, okay?” you turn his face to look into your eyes, sensing that the only way for him to see how serious you were was to see your eyes. Hoping that he could see himself the way you saw him. “The way you’re feeling is completely normal. And as easy it is to say that you shouldn’t be comparing yourself to others, you shouldn’t.”

“Be gentle with yourself, Bambam, you deserve it. I look at you every single day and I wish you could see yourself in my eyes. You work so hard, sometimes too hard, but let me assure you that it shows. You own that stage every time you’re on it.”

“It’s hard to believe that sometimes,” Bambam responded, readjusting his head back on your shoulder.

“It’s not easy, trust me. It takes a lot of time, a lot of self-evaluating. But the best thing to do is be more gentle to yourself. Treat yourself the way you would treat the person you love the most,” you give him a kiss on top of his head.

“I just hate feeling this way, because the boys are amazing and they’re some of the best people I’ve ever met, but I’m constantly comparing myself to them,” he sighed, and you could tell he was getting tired.

“Bambam, it’s the industry you’re in. While you’ve had so many great experiences, unfortunately you’ve been exposed to a lot of comparisons to just get to where you are now. It’s not your fault, Bambam. But comparing yourself is not doing you any good, it’s time to start shifting your focus on things that you know you’re good at. The others are great at what they do, and you’re also amazing at what you do.”

Bambam nodded his head, he loved listening to you talk, he could do it for hours. You always knew the right words to make him feel better and that’s what he loved so much about you. Being in the Kpop industry was hard, with all the scrutinising and judgement from the company, Bambam loved that he could come home to you. Where he felt safe and comfortable. Where he knew he could be himself and you would undeniably still be in love with him.

“I don’t know how you do it, y/n,” Bambam chuckled, and your heart lifted, a smile playing at your lips knowing that you brought that out of him, “you make me so happy.” he said before you both laid down and fell asleep.

#bambam #got7 #bambam imagines #got7 imagines #igot7 #bambam angst #bambam fluff

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daemour · 2 years

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Got7 Senarios when you call him by his first name

Basically, you call him (your husband/boyfriend) by his first name instead of a nickname//pet name when y’all dating. I saw this trend on youtube and thought it was cute lol

Warnings: only cursing lol

Jaebeom

He doesn’t really care tbh but if u just say “Jaebeom-ah/Jaebeom” without any honourifics if ur younger or smth he will give you

The Glare™

He’s reading when you call him by just his name

He doesn’t look up at first

Willing to give u another chance

“Hey Jaebeom-ah. Did you hear me? Can you pass me the pillow?”

He sets his book down and now

You must

Run

You giggle and dodge his outreached hands

But to no avail

He traps u in a bear hug and starts puffing his hot breath onto your cheeks and blowing raspberries

He won’t let u go until u apologise and then he pecks u on the cheek

And returns to his book cus he was at a good part before u so rudely interrupted him

Mark

Mark really doesn’t give a shit lol

You could say “hey banana face” and he’d just go “yeah what's up orange head”

No amount of teasing will get him to cave and get annoyed

Though if you call him bro be prepared to be ignored for a solid three hours

He refuses to be bro-zoned

You end up apologising and giving him snacks before he cracks and smiles at you

Jackson

If you call him Jackson instead of Jacks, babe, love, baobei, darling, or any of the five thousand nicknames he gave himself he will die of sadness

No i'm not joking

He will collapse on the floor, clutching his chest

Crying to the gods about how the love of his life has betrayed him and doesnt love him and he will now die alone

It takes you about five seconds to be either tired of his shit or pretending you’re not giggling

“My darling hates me, they called me Jackson what have i done to deserve this punishment????”

You try to hoist him up off the ground but he refuses to budge and just clutches at your arms and sobs hysterically

Jackson will not get up until you apologise, give him a kiss or ten, and call him every single one of your nicknames for him

He's a pain but you love him you guess

Jinyoung

This bitch

Jinyoung will play your game right back at you

“Jinyoung, can you get me a drink?” “Yeah, sure (L/N), what do you need?”

You try not to be bothered cus you started it first but

God damn you miss him calling you honey

Even though it’s been like two seconds

Can you tell i’m whipped for this man

You start trailing him around and poking at him and trying to get his attention

“(L/N), please stop poking me, I’m trying to clean up”

You pout and Jinyoung has to stick his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing at you

You really tried to beat his man at his own game lol

In the end u pretend to cry and Jinyoung finally breaks, laughing and wrapping you up in his arms

Cus while he may be a petty ass bitch he also is too soft for u so he wraps u in a hug and peppers kisses over ur face

Can this actually happen pls God

“Sorry for bamboozling you…(L/N)”

U poke him

Youngjae

This babie

Frowns“What happened? Everything okay, babe?”

You repeat yourself “Youngjae can you make dinner tonight? I’m going out.”

Youngjae spins around in his chair, even pausing his game and pouting up at you

“Yeah…but are you doing okay though?”

You try not to melt at his adorableness but a snort escapes you

And then youngjae is hit with realisation

“Ah. Yeah, I can make dinner (Y/N)”

Except u two suck at keeping a straight face and just start giggling

“You scared me babe”

“Lol uve been bamboozled”

You end up playing games together and he beats ur ass

BamBam

You have to pull out the Kunpimook for this one

The word barely leaves your mouth when Bam is already staring at you like u grew a second head

“What did you call me?”

“Kunpimook Bhuwakul, you know, your name”

“No my name is Bammie try again”

He doesn’t respond to you at all until you finally sigh and call him Bammie

Then he smiles and responds and you laugh

“Dude you always ruin my pranks”

“Lol i spend just as much time on the internet as u, u really think i'm a dumbass huh”

Yes

Yugyeom

This absolute child lol

U know the video where david is eating and the waifu calls him david? That's him

He's so terrified

Planning out his funeral and will (you get dalkyum)

You don't even have the heart to finish your joke he's ready to cry no cap

“Im sorry Gyeom it was on tik tok i wanted to tease u omg dont cry r u crying please stop dude are u okay im sorry ill buy u choco shake”

He immediately stops and is like “ok”

You narrow your eyes

Did you get bamboozled or does he have the attention span of a puppy

You ask bambam later and he tells u yugyeom was planning on playing the exact same trick on u

Motherfucker

#got7 #igot7 #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 x reader #got7 jb #got7 mark #mark tuan #jackson wang #jinyoung #got7 jinyoung #yougjae #got7 youngjae #bambam #yugyeom

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staynoonaz9290 · 2 years

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Temptation - S2 (Ch. 4)

Where Maddie and Lila are back six months later, still managers of Stray Kids, navigating the world of incubi, and worse… Dealing with unexpected feelings

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Each SKZ Member/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Lila and Maddie)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content (a LOT of sexual content-please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable), Sex with multiple members (at separate times), Sex-to-survive (Incubi/Succubi), Desperation, Oral Sex (M-Given/F-Given), Fingering, Language, Supernatural Love, Excessive Drinking, Crack Fic, Age Difference, Slight OOC, Slight Angst, Love Triangle

Word Count: 3,351

Main Masterlist | Stray Kids Masterlist

COMPLETE

3 | 4 | 5

Maddie looked in the mirror, attempting to gather her hair into a messy ponytail before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Tonight, she was baking with Felix.

She spotted Lila in the reflection, laying on her bed and scrolling through her phone. The younger must’ve felt her gaze because she looked up, the girls smiling at each other with a small giggle.

“Hey, bestie…”

Lila sat up, looking thoughtful as Maddie started wrapping her hair into a hair tie.

“Yeah?”

“What exactly does the eye color mean… in incubi? Has Bam ever told you?”

Since they’d started their jobs as managers, Maddie had always ended up talking to BamBam a lot more than Lila; she wasn’t sure why, he just always seemed to call her first.

“You mean like the purple?” Maddie asked, feeling slightly confused, adjusting her hair a bit. “I mean, I think it just uh… means they're horny. Right? Or hungry? Is that the same for them-?”

“No, I mean-”

Lila laughed a little, and Maddie turned around, curious.

“I just noticed Chan’s eyes like… change color sometimes.”

“To what?”

“Blue and red.”

Maddie’s eyebrows rose in slight surprise, and she thought back to all the others, wondering if she’d ever seen anything like that.

“Weird,” she replied, Lila nodding in silent agreement. “When did you see it?”

“I’ve seen the blue off and on for a little bit,” Lila admitted, shifting on the bed. “It’s only for a second or two, sometimes it stays, but it’s this really bright blue. Like electric blue-”

“Cool,” Maddie remarked with a grin.

“Yeah,” Lila was nodding again before continuing. “And then the red…”

She hesitated.

“I only saw it once, and it was when Minho made that comment about scheduling some time for me to help him feed.”

Maddie cringed slightly; she remembered how tense the room had gotten, when Chan snapped like he had, she and Changbin even looking at one another with slightly raised eyebrows.

It was very out of character for the man to be snippy like that.

“Yikes.”

“I know,” Lila looked slightly worried. “But it’s weird because I think he’s angry or upset, but then he seems completely normal, like, five minutes later.”

“Yeah,” Maddie agreed. “You’re totally right.”

It was true, because even after that tense moment during their meeting last week, Chan had been fine just a few moments after, as if nothing had happened at all.

To be honest, the leader had always been very good at keeping his composure, so Maddie couldn’t say she was surprised, however she wondered…

What did the different eye colors mean?

She took out her phone, Lila watching her as she pulled up Google.

“Maybe we should look it up-”

But then her text tone went off- a meowing cat, making both girls jump- and she smiled automatically at the message that’d come in from Jeongin.

Maddie looked in the mirror, attempting to gather her hair into a messy ponytail before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Tonight, she was baking with Felix.

She spotted Lila in the reflection, laying on her bed and scrolling through her phone. The younger must’ve felt her gaze because she looked up, the girls smiling at each other with a small giggle.

“Hey, bestie…”

Lila sat up, looking thoughtful as Maddie started wrapping her hair into a hair tie.

“Yeah?”

“What exactly does the eye color mean… in incubi? Has Bam ever told you?”

Since they’d started their jobs as managers, Maddie had always ended up talking to BamBam a lot more than Lila; she wasn’t sure why, he just always seemed to call her first.

“No, I mean-”

Lila laughed a little, and Maddie turned around, curious.

“I just noticed Chan’s eyes like… change color sometimes.”

“To what?”

“Blue and red.”

Maddie’s eyebrows rose in slight surprise, and she thought back to all the others, wondering if she’d ever seen anything like that.

“Weird,” she replied, Lila nodding in silent agreement. “When did you see it?”

“Cool,” Maddie remarked with a grin.

“Yeah,” Lila was nodding again before continuing. “And then the red…”

She hesitated.

“I only saw it once, and it was when Minho made that comment about scheduling some time for me to help him feed.”

Maddie cringed slightly; she remembered how tense the room had gotten, when Chan snapped like he had, she and Changbin even looking at one another with slightly raised eyebrows.

It was very out of character for the man to be snippy like that.

“Yikes.”

“I know,” Lila looked slightly worried. “But it’s weird because I think he’s angry or upset, but then he seems completely normal, like, five minutes later.”

“Yeah,” Maddie agreed. “You’re totally right.”

It was true, because even after that tense moment during their meeting last week, Chan had been fine just a few moments after, as if nothing had happened at all.

To be honest, the leader had always been very good at keeping his composure, so Maddie couldn’t say she was surprised, however she wondered…

What did the different eye colors mean?

She took out her phone, Lila watching her as she pulled up Google.

“Maybe we should look it up-”

But then her text tone went off- a meowing cat, making both girls jump- and she smiled automatically at the message that’d come in from Jeongin.

She giggled under her breath- he was so cute sometimes, with his inexperience- and Maddie looked up just in time to see Lila smirking, raising one inquisitive eyebrow.

“Who’s that?” she teased.

“Jeongin,” she admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Lila looked as if she’d already known, just needed the confirmation.

“You guys have been spending a lot of alone time together,” she singsonged, still grinning.

Maddie sighed, unable to help the smile on her face, knowing this wasn’t the first time Lila was going to point this out and it wouldn’t be the last.

“He’s just… nice,” she replied with a semi-shrug. “And I like hanging out with him.”

She wasn’t lying- Jeongin was nice and she did like hanging out with him- but she knew that wasn’t what Lila was asking or implying-

“And you’ve been spending a lot of alone time with Hyunjin, too.”

Maddie sighed again, this time much more embarrassed, shaking her head quickly.

“It’s just good stress relief, okay?”

But even as she said this, she wondered if that was the only reason she found herself so very often alone with Hyunjin-

“Stress relief,” Lila repeated, nodding dramatically. “Uh huh-”

Maddie laughed loudly, knowing her best friend was totally messing with her, pointing an accusatory finger at the girl-

“What about you, huh?” she snapped back. “How are cozy times with Channie?”

But she realized quickly that if she was looking to embarrass Lila, that wasn’t going to work, because all the younger did was shrug, smiling pleasantly right back.

“They’ve been sexy and perfect, thanks for asking.”

The two girls snorted with laughter at that, and Maddie glanced at her phone again, jumping when she saw the time.

“Ah shit, I need to go downstairs and meet up with Felix.”

“Aww, I bet you guys are going to have so much fun,” Lila said brightly. “You’ll have to bring me lots of cookies, okay?”

“I totally will,” Maddie assured her. “Do you want me to look up that eye color thing before I go-?”

“Nah,” Lila waved it off, like she was trying to be nonchalant. “We’ll find out about it later. Go bake with Felix.”

Maddie nodded, giving the girl a quick wave and adjusting her messy ponytail before leaving the room.

She walked quickly down the hallway towards the kitchen, opening the text conversation with Jeongin and typing back.

She locked her phone, looking up when-

“Boo!”

Maddie yelped, slapping her palm to her mouth as she felt two hands she knew very well grabbing her sides, making her jump.

“Holy-”

She whirled around, almost losing her balance and falling into the wall behind her as she glared up at the man.

“Hyunjin!”

He was laughing loudly, clearly pleased with himself, eyes disappearing as he pointed at her.

“Your face-”

She growled under her breath, but his laughter was too much, and she was giggling as well before she could stop it. Still, Maddie rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, stuffing her phone into her pocket and putting her hands on her hips.

“Is there a reason you snuck up on me like that, or-?”

Hyunjin was still chuckling, softly now as he raised an eyebrow at her fake exasperation.

“Did I scare you?”

His eyes flashed purple, smile turning into a smirk, and she swallowed hard, already feeling a little hot-

He took a couple steps forward, Maddie stepping back automatically, her body hitting the wall gently as she was reminded once again, how supernaturally beautiful Hyunjin really was.

“Pft-” she rolled her eyes again, dramatically so. “No-”

Hyunjin laughed at that, his hand suddenly coming to rest upon the wall right beside her, body even closer to her own.

Her heart was racing in her chest and she tried to convince herself it was from Hyunjin sneaking up on her and not just him, his head tilting slightly like it so often did-

“I know I make you nervous…” he said quietly, voice like butter.

He was trying to get to her- Hyunjin seemed to love the effect he had on Maddie- but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, even as she felt the tingly buzz that always lingered in the air when they were this close-

“No, you make me annoyed,” she snapped, trying her best to sound irritated. “What do you want?”

But the act wasn’t working, Hyunjin still grinning like he knew better; like he knew her heart was now pounding so loud, it was echoing in her ears, and her fingers were twitching against her sides, fighting this weird innate urge in her to touch him-

“I just…” he hesitated, looking around. “Had a rough day.”

A shock of heat ran through Maddie’s body at those words because she knew what that meant; what Hyunjin was about to ask for…

Not that she didn’t already suspect; why else would he show up unannounced like this?

“Is that all I’m good for anymore?”

She was teasing, watching him mess with the thin strappy necklace he was wearing, her eyes following the movement.

But his gaze met hers at the question.

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why else would I be talking to you?”

Maddie scoffed loudly, shoving his arm as he laughed again, ignoring the fluttery sensation beneath her fingertips when she touched his skin-

To be honest, she wasn’t sure if his answer was a joke or not, but she looked at him as his smile faded ever so slightly, like there was something on his mind.

“So…” Maddie began, eyes darting across his handsome face. “What happened?”

He shrugged, taking his hand from the wall only to lean his whole arm against it instead.

“I messed up this painting I was working on this morning, like I had to scrap the whole thing,” he ran a hand through his blonde hair, pushing it out of his eyes. “Then I had fried rice for lunch and they put veggies in, even when I asked for it without-”

“You should really eat vegetables, Hyunjin, they’re good for you-”

“-and at practice today-” he spoke a little louder, talking over her. “-I kept messing up that spin move I’ve been working on…”

Another dance move he couldn’t perfect in one four hour practice day.

Maddie almost wanted to tease him; to roll her eyes and ask if he thought he was being a little unrealistic with his expectations, thinking he could master a dance move in such a short amount of time.

But something told her not to.

She remembered just a couple days ago, when the two of them were laying in his bed together after yet another hook up.

It’d been longer than usual- more kissing and touching, Maddie too caught up in the moment to notice until after- and as they’d laid there in that all-too-familiar sated haze, Hyunjin had gotten out his phone, showing her a few videos of the exact spin move he was talking about.

He’d replayed it again and again, pointing out the footwork, the way the man’s arms twisted as he went up, talking more than he ever normally did about anything.

Maddie remembered thinking he was kind of adorable, charmed by his talkativeness and the way he’d explain to her what he’d have to do- how they could use it in their next choreography, and how he was thinking about showing it to Minho-

So, she knew it probably was a rough day for him, being that excited only to not pull it off as quickly as he’d been expecting, and for now, Maddie thought she’d keep her teasing to a minimum.

“I just thought, maybe…”

Hyunjin interrupted her train of thought when he started reaching forward, fingers dusting across her face to tuck her hair behind her ear. Maddie’s eyelids fluttered automatically at the feel of it, and she watched as the dark brown of his irises flashed purple once more-

“...if I got a little more energy…”

His hands left her face, palm now sliding down her side, stopping at the waistband of her leggings before his fingers were slipping just beneath her shirt, teasing the bare skin of her stomach-

“...I could take a car back up to the studio and keep practicing…”

Maddie didn’t have any control it seemed, her body lifting slightly off the wall and into his touch, Hyunjin’s fingers moving higher, the man swooping down to start kissing a line down her jaw.

She was sinking fast, sliding a bit on the wall, the incubus powers strong as always- hot and unforgiving in her veins- her head falling back as she inhaled sharply.

“Hyunjin-”

Her voice was embarrassingly weak as he took a step closer, fingers holding her waist now, pleasure curling like a tight knot in her lower stomach-

“-I can’t.”

He paused, and she didn’t realize her eyes were squeezed shut until she was prying them open, exhaling in a rush.

“Why not?”

Hyunjin’s voice was low, still teasing, a shiver running down her spine at the sound of it-

“Because, I-”

She struggled to speak, feeling another strong dose of incubus powers pass through her, knowing Hyunjin was totally doing that on purpose just to mess with her.

“-I’m supposed to be- baking. With Felix. Remember?”

Hyunjin stopped again, but this time, he loosened his grip, pulling back to look at her again, the purple in his eyes slowly flickering back to brown.

“Oh yeah,” he smiled softly, chuckling a little. “I forgot about that…”

His hand on her like that still left a certain flush to her skin, but Maddie could feel her body relaxing a bit as Hyunjin’s powers subsided.

“Yeah, so you know…” her voice was back to normal again, Maddie letting her head fall back against the wall as she looked at him. “I’m a little busy.”

Hyunjin’s hand slipped from underneath her shirt, and no matter how much she wished she didn’t miss it, she did, almost feeling cold-

“What are you guys making?” he asked, absentmindedly fixing the hem of her shirt, straightening the fabric before pulling away completely. “Brownies?”

“Snickerdoodles,” she replied. “My favorite.”

“Ha!” Hyunjin smiled- the genuine one she loved the most. “Mine, too.”

She chuckled, taking another deep breath, wondering why her heartbeat wasn’t getting any slower-

“You should take the night off, anyway,” she reasoned, raising her eyebrows at him. “Resting would probably be good for you.”

“Tch,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “I can practice as much as I want.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” she argued. “I’m just saying, rest is important-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyunjin was waving her words away. “Says the girl who sleeps four hours a night-”

“That is not true-”

“You’ve spent enough nights in my bed for me to know-”

“Ugh-”

Maddie was annoyed again- Hyunjin just always had to be right didn’t he?- watching that genuine smile go right back to his stupid, sexy, trademark smirk.

She looked away, trying not to grin because he was annoying her, but it was kind of funny for some reason, and the way his eyes shined with obvious amusement was making it hard for her to stay irritated-

Hyunjin surprised her when he swooped down, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving a burning sensation behind before speaking once more.

“Maybe, when you’re done…”

He trailed off, leaning forward to speak close to her ear, Maddie’s eyes slipping closed before she could help it.

“...you could bring me a cookie?”

And while his words were innocent, Hyunjin knew exactly what he was doing, back to his incubus self as goosebumps raced down her neck, her breath catching in her throat-

“Yeah, maybe-”

Her words were strained, but she kept her composure, swallowing around the need in her throat.

“-if I feel like it.”

And before she did anything stupid- like grab Hyunjin by his strappy necklace and kiss him full on the mouth- she pushed herself off the wall.

Walking away, she didn’t trust herself to even look over her shoulder, hearing Hyunjin’s soft chuckles behind her.

Heading down to the kitchen, Maddie fixed some pieces of her falling ponytail, trying to shake the lingering Hyunjin effects beneath her skin.

She swore; he had to be stronger than the others…

Right?

Maddie shook her head, smiling automatically when she saw Felix already in the kitchen, ingredients spread out across the counter.

“Hi Maddie!”

His smile was bright as he waved at her, before bending down to reach into some cabinets.

“Just getting all the supplies ready.”

“Hey!” she grinned right back, watching him straighten up with three mixing bowls as she stopped at the counter. “Ready to make a shit ton of Snickerdoodles?”

He laughed at that, motioning around at the eggs, sugar, flour, and other various items.

“We definitely have enough stuff…”

She giggled, moving past him to the fridge.

“I don’t have the aprons today like I wanted,” Felix said as if confessing something, sounding apologetic. “I washed them so they’d be ready for us, but Changbin never switched over the laundry-”

“Of course he didn’t.”

Maddie rolled her eyes with a small laugh as she opened the fridge; Changbin was the worst about laundry.

Felix chuckled, not commenting- she knew he had a soft spot for the man- and she could hear him opening one of the kitchen drawers.

“So we’ll have to go without.”

“It’ll be fine-” Maddie looked over her shoulder, eyes darting up and down his body. “Unless you’re really attached to your outfit.”

“These?”

Felix put the rubber spatula in his hand next to the measuring cups, pulling on his shirt.

“Nah - these are my baking clothes. They’re made for stains.”

They both laughed at that, Felix turning back to the drawer, Maddie looking at him for a moment.

He was a lot more handsome nowadays.

Not that Felix wasn’t handsome before- Maddie and Lila completely understood why so many of their fans went absolutely nuts for the man. He was good-looking, charming, sweet as could be, and one of those people you knew was just a good person.

But lately, Maddie had noticed Felix just seemed a little more… mature.

His hair was slightly damp from a shower, floppy on his forehead, so 90s boy band looking that Maddie felt slightly nostalgic. His no make-up skin was always the best to her- dark brown eyes, tons of freckles, a cute nose…

It was less shocking to Maddie that Felix was an incubus, when he was concentrated like this, eyebrows slightly furrowed, reading over the recipe he had sitting upon the counter. His jaw was more defined than it had been when she met him- when did that happen?- and he seemed just slightly… bigger.

The t-shirt he was wearing was white, old, and even ripped in some places, but it sat well on his shoulders, the slight tan of his skin more emphasized by the bright color. His sweatpants were simple- black and a little long on his legs- but they sat low on his hips, and when he would reach across the counter for something, she would notice his shirt riding up, showing just a sliver of skin-

What am I doing?!

Maddie quickly turned back to the fridge, squeezing her eyes shut before digging around on the shelves.

Hyunjin’s stupid incubus powers must still be lingering in her veins.

Finally finding what she was looking for, she grinned, taking out two, identical green bottles and quickly pulling back from the fridge.

When the door slammed, Felix turned around to look at her, eyes immediately jumping to her hands.

“Soju?” he asked with a grin.

“Yep!” Maddie replied cheerily, making her way back to the counter. “The only thing more fun than baking, is baking tipsy.”

Just yesterday when she and Lila had gone shopping for the week, she’d decided to pick up some drinks for their Snickerdoodle night. She knew the purpose of this was to help him cheer up a bit- maybe get him to open up about Lila or just his feelings in general.

Felix liked to lock everything inside, and was an overthinker to the max. Maddie thought- maybe if he had a few drinks and loosened up- even if he didn’t talk to her about anything at all, at least he was a little more relaxed.

And he could let go a bit.

She handed a bottle over to Felix, the man still smiling as he took it.

“Well…” he raised his eyebrows, rolling the drink in his hands. “I guess you’re not wrong.”

Maddie almost asked him if he was okay with it, but before she could, he was twisting the cap off his bottle, then nodding towards hers.

“Do you want me to open it for you?”

She chuckled- so chivalrous- keeping eye contact as she twisted the cap with a loud click.

“I think I can handle it.”

That made him laugh out loud, shaking his head as he raised the Soju above their mixing bowls.

“Okay then,” he said happily. “Cheers?”

Maddie giggled again, raising her glass and clinking it against his own.

“Cheers!”