#just the trope of 'you gain everything but now have nothing' i love it so much

[powerseeking]

looks at vergil: once you get the power you want what the hell are you going to do?

this man really did not think futher then ‘aquiring power’ once he gets force edge, and when you challenge him on that hes so stubborn about it. because, once he gains power he can do anything ; but what will that ‘anything’ be? destroy hell, destroy the human world? just be the most powerful demon in exsistence? just be able to protect yourself (so you don’t need to depend on others)? because once he gets that, sacrificing everything, he’ll just have nothing. only power, while not truly being human or a demon. 

he speaks of might being everything, that without strength you can’t protect anyone OR yourself. so whats the point if in the end of gaining that strength its just empty? you gain it to have truly no purpose for it, to just keep protecting yourself against demons and providing yourself that your not weak or human, but it wouldn’t stop demons coming after you at all though (they’ll just want to seek that power from you) ; he wants it for so many reasons, but in the end those reasonings can just fall apart easily when someone questions or looks past his words (so its no wonder arkham was able to just /manipulate/ him, because hes still such a child; how much trauma and insecurity he truly has. power is the only thing giving him leverage while pushing down and ignoring so many of his emotions.in the end hes just stunting himself, he truly is his own downfall. a selfish man. who is just still running away from his own problems, trying to cover it up with just a lousy bandaid.)

nevermind the fact, as bry says, vergil is just LEECHING off of everyone else power, that if he gets their power he will be stronger, have the power that he wants ; when in reality its not his power to begin with.. (his fathers, the tree, even dantes. until he comes to find and finally discover his own power post dmc5)  but looks at dmc3 vergil: you have a long way to go my lad.

#･ †▐░▒ a meek human with to much power in her hands ╱ ooc ･ #i might write a proper headcanon post about this #but i think about it a lot #and i enjoy discussing it with bry especially with how the twins are too #especially usually always using his father a as a proxy 'if he was this powerful then i can too' type deal etc. #just in the end hes going to have NOTHING #and its sad but this is why i love vergil and how layered he is but esus christ at all the shit he causes #just because of how stubborn he is #and how thats USED against him #he has a long round to go but it doesn't excuse anything #these boys do not have healthy ways of coping screams #but this man truly does not have an end goal beyond power yells @ him #just the trope of 'you gain everything but now have nothing' i love it so much #which we kinda see in dmc5 until thanks to v - he realises shit even then hes got a long way to go yells #gosh i just love thinking about all this #why dmc3 is one of my fav timeframes for vergil #and looks at all my headcanon/timeline stuff and yells #all these CHANCES HES HAD to maybe consider or think otherwise but hes so adament or convinces himself otherwise #lays down #everythings fine #･ †▐░▒ devil he may be but a heart is still present ; deep down it aches ╱ headcanons ･ #ask to tag /

[voltronisanobsession]

Ok I know I’ve been gone for over a month BUT HEAR ME OUT GUYS‼️

I’ve been going through this phrase where I’m reading a lot of yandere content rn (I gobble that shit UP), and idk the toxicity of it all is giving me a lot of inspo lowkey💀

Like imagine a manipulative reader. HEAR ME OUUUTT

No one knows it but reader is a secret spy at camp half blood (love this trope) and grows super close to Percy. Like they grow close really quickly, you show him your deepest secrets and whatnot to gain his trust and he doesn’t even know it.

Percy shares his own secrets and experiences with you because he feels so connected to you!! It’s on a whole different level and he can’t help but slowly fall for you. And you know this. As much as it hurts you (or doesn’t) to gain the trust of this boy who’s obviously fallen for you, you know you gotta do your job.

You begin to know him on such a deep level and you use it to your advantage. You sway and manipulate any choices he has to make.

Im still on the first few chapters of heroes of Olympus so I still don’t know the plot to it sorry💀 so let’s just say reader is manipulating Percy for their own personal gain, or like planning to sell any information they gain from him to monsters, who knows.

Percy has no clue what’s so ever, but Annabeth can sense something’s off with you. The way you cling to Percy, almost like a leech, as her suspicious.

And when she confronts you, tears. Tears EVERYWHERE. And Percy falls for them. He falls for your crocodile tears because it physically HURTS him to see you crying.

He would console you, quickly muttering sweet nothings as he rubs your arms in order to ‘calm’ you down, hugging you, not knowing the dark look in your eyes as you stare down Annabeth.

Lowkey you would start pitting him against everyone around camp. Lying to him by saying how there’s nasty rumors going around about you made by some of the campers. You’re basically the devil on his shoulder, whispering into his ears exaggerated lies and deception.

And Percy believes everything you say! Why? Because he’s too down bad. This dude practically worships the ground you walk on, so when you slowly start influencing the decisions he makes, he doesn’t question it.

He believes that youre only trying to help him😭 that you only want what’s best for him so he blindly trusts your judgement.

He trusts you sm that he tells you everything you ask about. And if it’s after he went into the Styx river, he’ll even tell you where his weakness. his WEAKNESS

Like bro. You even start to realize that you’ve dragged yourself too deep into what you thought was a game. People and monsters would kill to have this information, you could get killed if anyone found out you knew.

You start feeling guilty for taking advantage of Percy. I mean, he willingly told you the one thing that can kill him, it’s such a big weight on your shoulders now that you can’t help the shame from creeping on you.

Idk, this reader seems like the type to run from their problems, so they most likely do. Over the course of a night, you disappear, cutting all contact with Percy, the camp, everything. You would leave nothing but a short and curt note to him and maybe even Annabeth.

‘Percy, I’m so sorry for lying to you. You didn’t see it but Annabeth did. I’m sorry. -y/n’

And that’s it. Percy would be so hurt and confused, betrayed when he finds out everything. He wants to believe that it’s some sick joke but this is his reality.

He gave you all of him and you just threw it on the ground and crushed it beneath your feet. You quite literally ripped this poor dudes heart straight of his chest with zero remorse, how could you do that to him bro?💀💀💀

He definitely holds some kind of grudge against you. If y’all ever cross paths again, MAJOORR yikes.😬😬 after you leave, Percy grows way more guarded and defensive when meeting new people.

Homeboy does not wanna be taken advantage of again after you💀

#pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson pjo #pjo #Percy jackson and the Olympians #percy jackson #x reader #pjo imagine #percy jackson headcanons #Annabeth chase #pjo annabeth

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Miss Heed: The Walking Deconstruction Of Defect For Love

I realized that Miss Heed's turn to being a heroine is based on the trope: Defecting For Love. You now that trope where someone on the bad guy side switches side because they fell for a hero. Usually it's seen as a case of love redeems, but in the case of Miss Heed it's a twisted version of it because she never morally changed but just changed her image to fit in.

While deconstruction is an often misused term, I do think it's good to use it here because people don't show always the ramifications of turning to the other side. One of them is what would happen if they left the other side and had to abandoned the friends they had. And again her being selfish person she is, left behind her only friend, Flug, after stealing his formula and breaking his heart in the process. Her switch shows again it's not done out of selflessness but self-gain because she sees Flug as someone she likes but not bragging rights level like Goldheart. In other words, she wanted to be popular and loved by the greatest superhero at the expense of her friendship.

Another point to how bad this can be if someone changed to the hero side but didn't change morally is that she still keeps morals that contradict her hero status. The most obvious is her brainwashing people to do her bidding. Although at first she was brainwashing villains which people could tolerate, but then she was brainwashing heroes and people still looked away. Again showing how morally this could hinder actual heroism if they are doing villainous acts and using their own allies to do so.

Another thing that is often consider what if their object of affection doesn't return their love and they still are trying to pine a relationship with them. Many examples of defecting for love have their object of love return their feelings, but it shows mostly that Goldheart practically doesn't and it implies that Miss Heed is wasting all her time on trying to love him when he won't ever (reasons go from sexuality to just plain finding hr annoying).

And at the end of "Heedous Heart", we still see her deluded in her fantasy about Goldheart coming to get her even when it's obvious he won't. And again it shows how Miss Heed is really at her core someone who cares more about achieving the object of her affections (and the perks of heroism) without really being a heroine. She really is an example of the corrupt hero society in Villainous and how it rewards so-called defectors who really are only doing it for selfish means. At the core of it, Miss Heed wants a self-centered love based on validating herself instead of actually feeling anything deep for Goldheart which will inevitably end in tragedy when she finally figures out he will never love her and she gave up everything for nothing (especially a true romance with Flug).

#miss heed #goldheart #villainous #villanos #flug #dr. flug #steel titan #incinemaiau #villainous coyote #villanos coyote #omega nuclear #villainous omega #villanos omega #humiko kanji #humiko

[jadedrrose]

Okay, virgin! Law x experienced! Reader is the BEST trope ever. But what if...

Just maybe...

They're both virgins?? Like... I could already feel the intense awkwardness and unsure nature of what that would be like.

But like... Reader would trust him so she basically does everything he says but in this environment, he wouldn't know what to do.

Or...

They're both virgins but because reader reads a lot of... Ehem smut... She somehow became "experienced" without ever knowing it...??

Like-- idkkkkk 🤣🤣🤣

I love the stuff where they’re both inexperienced bc not only does it feel more “in character (?)” for Law, it also makes it so much better for me since I’m yknow…. great at getting no bitches 😔 But idk, I feel like he’d be even more nervous if his partner was experienced, so he’d probably feel a little relieved? Whatever. Here’s the fic:

Warning: female reader, general nsft stuff, I somehow got into a mating press mood but then stopped that before it could happen bc… who’s doing that on their first time LMAO. I’ll have to write about that another time. Maybe as a direct part 2 to this?

The tension is thick, a sense of hesitancy hanging in the air of Law’s bedroom. You’re both sat on his bed; Law is sitting with his legs crossed, you have your legs tucked at an angle that has your feet resting behind you.

“I trust you,” you decide to speak first, breaking the awkward silence, “you’re a doctor, after all. I… I feel even better, knowing that.”

Law nods, but his eyes won’t meet yours. Though his face is flushed, and he’s messing with the hem of his tee-shirt. Signs he’s nervous, but it’s to be expected.

“I’m just afraid of disappointing you,” Law mumbles, voice low.

You reach a hand out toward him, placing it on the tattooed hand that’s fisted into the bottom of his shirt. “You’ll be fine, Law. It’s not like I have anything to compare it to,” you giggled, trying to help him gain confidence.

After a bit more talking, discussing how things would go down, you finally get to the action. You’ve pulled your tank top off, as well as your shorts. All you wore now was a light yellow lace bra and panties set. Law’s favorite color. When he’d realized you’d worn it for him, his face burned the deepest shade of red you’d ever seen. It was cute, and you’d smiled as you watched his actions, but you were still scared.

Law had removed his tee-shirt long ago, tossing it over in the direction of where his laundry basket was. He was trying to get out of his jeans, but found that he was too nervous to fully take them off. “Is… is it okay if I just… only unzip them?”

“Do what makes you most comfortable, Law.”

He’d nodded, and simply left the front of his jeans undone. Then, you initiated the next thing; foreplay. “So… it’s best if we um, get me… uh,” now your face burned, “…wet, because, otherwise, y’know, it’ll hurt more.”

Law nodded, waiting to see what you were going to say next. “I know you like to be in control, so I’ll let you decide how you want to go about that,” you finished.

But Law didn’t really know what he was supposed to do. He could tell you the names and places of body parts as well as their functions, but Law didn’t know what felt good to women. “I, um, I don’t know what I should do,” he informed you.

“Oh,” you bit your lip. “Um. Okay, you could f-finger me, or um… eat me o-out.” Saying the words aloud was more difficult than you’d anticipated. Hearing or seeing the words was nothing new to you, though.

“Eat… you?” Law raised an eyebrow, “you mean… use my tongue?”

You nodded bashfully, raising the back of your hand to your mouth to bite the skin out of nervousness. “I-I… I think your fingers, would uh, be best. For now,” you stuttered.

Nodding, Law agreed that fingering you would be the best course of action to start with. You laid back against the pillows, beginning to pull the light yellow panties away from your heat.

“H-here,” Law took them from you when they were mid-thigh. Watching your lover/captain pull them off had you throbbing, and you bit down onto your lip harshly to suppress a whine.

He gazed down at your cunt, hesitantly raising a finger toward it, before slowly swiping it down your slit. You shuddered at the contact, “m-more, Law.”

He prodded at your folds next, spreading them apart to reveal all of you to him. “I’ve seen diagrams in textbooks,” Law awkwardly admitted. “I’m aware there’s different ways to stimulate you. The uh… clitoris, basically a clump of nerves. I’d assume that it’s a good place to stimulate?”

You nodded, spreading your legs apart for Law. His index finger tatted with the letter ‘E’ then made contact with your clit, gently brushing his fingertip against the bundle of nerves. You hissed, unable to stop the noises that began to escape your lips. He continued to rub the little pink button, slowly increasing the speed of which he did so. Moans left your lips, and you threw your head back as you felt yourself growing wetter and wetter.

Law watched in awe, captivated in how all of this worked. As a doctor, it was very intriguing. The more he played with your clit, the more it seemed like your hole was clenching onto nothing, clear liquids beginning to drip from you.

“L-Law! Fuck, it’s too much,” you whined.

Law pulled his finger away, instead choosing to prod at your hole now. He worked the same finger inside, before adding a second. It wasn’t much of a stretch, but it was still something you weren’t used to. A long cry rang out as you fluttered around his fingers, almost sucking them in.

Law ran his fingers around the gummy walls, trying to get a good feel at everything. Scissoring his fingers within you, he stared with that same expression he wore when doing a new operation. Most would call it unnerving, but it turned you on even more.

“I think- I’m wet enough,” you huffed, trying to control yourself as to not cum around his fingers so quickly.

Removing his fingers, Law wiped them off on his jeans before shyly undoing his clothing, pulling out his very hard cock, which seemed to twitch in anticipation. He looked desperate.

After spending a good moment looking at his length, visually taking it all in; you spoke once again. “Wh-what position would you wanna do? Missionary or, uh…maybe a m-mating press?”

Law stared at you with widened eyes, his face becoming flushed all over again. “Mating p-press?”

Then your eyes widened and you burned red with embarrassment. “Uh, um… you know, it’s just a position! I-I didn’t mean like br-“

“How do you know these things?” Law questioned you.

You adverted your eyes, internally cursing yourself for getting too bold. “I uh, read some stuff…”

“Where?”

“When we docked last, I grabbed some stupid romance novels, remember? Well, th-they were more than… just romance,” you explained.

Law let out a ‘tch’ noise like he did practically daily, but he was more amused than annoyed. “You’re such a dirty girl, y/n.”

It was meant to sound like a joke, but you whimpered at his words, liking the way he sounded so degrading toward you. “Y-yeah, I guess I am… fuck.”

“We can try a mating press, since it seems to be on your mind,” Law teased, but then he hesitated again. “I… I don’t know what that looks like, though.”

You giggled, his naivety being so endearing to you. “From what I can tell, I bend my knees back and hold my legs open, for y-you…”

“What about me?” Law asked, growing more and more awkward again.

“You just… get in and uh… trap m-me with your legs, I guess. I-it’s meant for you to get in deeper than y’know… normal… positions.”

Explaining this to Law was not something you’d anticipated doing, but, here you were. At the very least, he seemed intrigued. You wondered what about it he was so interested in.

“And I’m assuming… the purpose of going deeper is to… mate more… e-effectively?” Law sounded so shy as he spoke, trying to hide the fact that he was very interested in doing this position. Though the aching in his cock made it clear to him he was very turned on at the idea of doing… that… to you.

You nodded, biting your lip. “B-but now that I say it, I don’t know if I’m um… ready for that… I think we should try that um… another time. J-just focus on getting comfortable, okay?”

With the nod of his head, Law understood. You prepared yourself for him, widening the position of your legs to allow Law more space in between. He kneeled in front of you, his warm skin now meeting the soft, plushy skin of your ass and thighs. Holding his cock in one hand, he didn’t know what to do with the other, until you grabbed it, holding onto him tightly. “I’m sorry if I squeeze too hard,” you mumbled. “I’m just… scared.”

“I’ll take care of you, I promise,” Law whispered, in an attempt to soothe you.

“I trust you, Law.”

Law leaned forward to kiss you. It was sensual and comforting, so perfect for the moment you found each other in. Reaching between your legs, you spread your folds apart as Law aligned his member, gently, slowly pushing in. Inch by inch, his cock spread your walls apart, widening your tight hole. You hissed and cried, tears threatening to slide down your cheeks. As you squeezed Law’s left hand tightly, he held you close in a comforting embrace with his now free hand. Even through all this, your kiss with him never broke.

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #law thoughts nsft #law #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x female reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar d water law #law x y/n #law x you #law x female reader #law x reader smut #virgin law hcs

[phantomposting]

Another sleepy soup brain rant about possible au prompts I hope you guys enjoy and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar errors.

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I think you guys can tell my favorite thing is twin aus. I absolutely live for the found family trope and I love a good reuniting story. Usually these aus are written with Danny and Damian being close as kids and when they reunite it highlights just how inseparable they were, but what if that wasn't rey the case?

Growing up in the league is super competitive and it's kill or be killed. Look at when Damian tried to kill Tim it wasn't a he hated him thing it was more of a "I have to prove myself" thing. They were raised in a way where only the strongest get positive reinforcement.

So it stands to reason these twins constantly has to fight against eachother for Ra's praise and eventually that leads to an all out fight for the right to be the League's heir.

Needless to say Damian and Danyal saw eachother as nothing but obstacles to overcome. They would constantly belittle eachother in an attempt to lower the other's moral and get into fights. The day the duel for heirship happened they were both prepared to take the other's life. It just so happened Damian was the stronger twin and came out on top. He had no regrets and shed no tears for Danyal. He was simply too weak for the league. Damian had always known that fact.

So clockwork interjects since Phantom plays a very important role in keeping the timeline on it's optimal path. He uses the pits to revive Danny and drops him off in Illinois to be adopted by the Fenton's.

With hazy memories and a competitive instincts he at first gets in a lot of fights with Jazz and feels he has to prove himself in order to gain his parents love. He's slow but surely proven wrong tho and unlearns what the league had ingrained in him. Eventually he grows up to be the kind and caring kid we know and love.

Damian gains the same progress he does cannonically. He has a cold exterior but a soft interior. He is warm and kind even with the demon reputation. As he grows and gets in a healthier headspace/environment he grows to regret how he had treated Danyal though he would never tell a soul or admit it he regrets having his twins blood on his hands.

Danny from what he can remember hates how mean he was to his twin and wishes he had a chance to rekindle their relationship and be kinder to him.

Eventually Danny becomes Phantom and that wish gets granted when he's on the run from his parents. He ends up in Gotham and gets into trouble which eventually leads to Damian running into him as Robin.

Damian immediately assumes this is another plan the league has to kill him or his family so he attacks Danny and demands to know if the league sent him. He knows Danyal is very cut throat and cold after all he's not risking it with his evil twin/possible clone of his twin.

Needless to say he's speechless when the terrified Danyal apologizes profusely and has no idea what the heck he's talking about. This kid acts nothing like his brother. Did he make a mistake? Nope this kid admits he vaguely remembers the league and him but has no connection to them now.

He keeps his guard up but everything about this Danyal is throwing him for a loop. The only mean words he says about him are done in a light hearted sarcastic way. He apologizes for how mean he was as a kid. He's meek and anxious absolutely the opposite of the bold and confident Danyal he had known. 

Bruce is insanely surprised to find out he has another son that's supposed to be dead but surprisingly isn't. He opens his home to Danny tho cautiously but still kindly and warmly. It's insanely surprisingly to the family that this kid is a polar opposite of Damian.

Damian is cold towards Danny at first and it takes awhile for him to warm up even then he says some pretty cruel things out of habit. Danny is pretty forgiving and feels he deserves it for how awful he was so he rolls with the punches.

Due to the distrust between the twins it takes a lot of time for Danny to finally open up about being half ghost and running from his previous parents whom want to experiment on him and dissect him molecule by molecule. Damian is the first to learn this after making some big strides in treating Danyal kinder and learning to trust him.

Eventually we get to a level where they are protective of eachother and are very close but it takes a hot minute and the path to this point is very rocky.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman crossover #dp au #damian wayne #danny and damian are twins #writing prompt #im so sleepy #i hope you enjoyr my half asleep ramblings

[mikeellee]

So @bibibbon talked about the chapter and was thinking in sit this one down but...nah, I want to say how...this chapter is another proof this is not a story where Izu will be the biggest hero, but the biggest martyr if he is lucky.

The fact Izu is now quirkless and lost an arm is...gross. really gross. I talked to @doodlegirl1998 how the trope people created in fics where "Izu loses his arm ain't cool?" Is really not cool. He loses an army for shocking value and gains nothing. Edward Elric wants to revive his mother and then save his bother...he lost his power but got something greater in return...and people think Izu and Edward's cases are the same. Not even in fics make similar.

@palesweetscherryblossom Izu lost his arm and quirk to save a lunatic. The fandom is weeping about Tenko's friends "he was so good" cricket noises to Izu as in chapter 1 we saw him doing the whole "helping misfit" but no misfit helped him.

Now .... something some people may not agree. Dfo! No. I dont think it will be canon nor I want to be. Afo has show he doesn't care for Izu (guys Inko already suck as mother...do we need to give this to Izu? What would help? I even think he wants to die now "don't have anything outside for me now")

We saw afo on a "date" with Kotaro and people may think this will lead to dfo. I think it will lead to afo being a creepy. Dude is doing everything to ruin Nana's family for....reasons we don't know. (If Nana was a man...would he have done this extreme? Not calling afo a sexist but if she was a man would the narrative treat the situation the same? Maybe, maybe not)

Afo is alive and well...inside Shig's world. We will see this asshole be his cringe self and ...Izu won't matter. We are seeing more of this joke now...afo walking around and talking to people is supposed to be scary "oooh the demon is among us" and if the writing was good this could have been a great twist....it's MHA. Afo was ausent in the story and is now a pitiful plot device.

A theory I saw...is how Yoichi may be the biggest hero and...sacrifice himself to end afo. So in a way, ending afo and ofa forever. Why he never did this before? Who cares? But this theory is still too optimist.

Izu and shig's memories don't really matter. It's an artificial way to make them seem as if they had a great relationship, they don't. Also ....have we saw any memory that matter for Izu? He has any good memory?

But yeah...afo gave shig decay...somehow. bc why not? You know, if Izu doesn't die...I do hope Eri rewind him so his arm is back.

Not sure if I'm making sense...it's just MHA is a big nothing and at the same time "fuck you Izu. Be silent" and his only theory is ...that fandom clings for some reason is "izu is the son of afo" and for what? What this would change? Afo calls Izu useless...he doesn't like him nor show any paternal love...guys, look how he treats Shig...why he would be a dad or want to be one?

I think next chapter....we will see afo's past again...more of the parasite. Seeing him planning how to ruin the Shimuras (the Shimuras as the newest chewing toy) and laughing maniacally. Why all that? Bc fuck you Nana.

Also.....Izu saw MONCHAN and Hana die. Great. He has no idea who they are but ...he saw they dying.

#hori is a bad writer #a really bad one #dude hates his mc #izuku deserves better #mha critical #anti bakugou #bnha critical #anti dfo #god I hate this theory it adds nothing aside pain #izu is dangerosuly closer to be suicidal #ofa users usually have some degree of suicide mentality #we never left chapter 1! he is told to kill himself and may do it #shig deserved better #even kotaro

[wongyuseokie]

Neural Networks | l.s.m

Summary:  The Escape allowed Dokyeom to gain a new life, one full of feelings. When he meets you when you save him, he experiences all of them - but did you? Strange things start happening once Dokyeom meets you. You embrace him, love him, and protect him. But when the dust from the chaos settles, Dokyeom can't help but doubt you. You have needs different from his. It's almost as if you're not like him at all. ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works Word Count:  9165 words Pairings: AI/Robot!Lee Seokmin x Cyborg!Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Sci-Fi AU! Content Warnings: Main character death, torture (nothing graphic but mentions), fighting, mentions of injuries, arguing, yelling, talks of betrayal, lots of deception and betrayal. Heavy angst, very mild fluff. Alternate universes. Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex? But they are bots, so idk, oral sex (m & f receiving), and multiple orgasms. Water sex. Kissing. Authors Note 1: Here it is my fic for the Seventeen sci-fi fic collab hosted by the wonderful @idyllic-ghost, check out all the other amazing fics here, this is my first time writing something in this genre, like it's a whole new world. So I hope y'all enjoy. ❤️ Authors Note 2: Thank you so much to the following @savventeen, @strawberryya @the-boy-meets-evil @idyllic-ghost @here4kpopfics @onlymingyus for listening to me go on and on about this and being so patient about this entire story. ❤️ Authors Note 3: Extra special thank you to @idyllic-ghost for being so patient and kind and wonderful, giving me so many hits and tips and ideas with this fic, you've been so lovely and wonderful and I adore you dearly ❤️. Thank you also to @here4kpopfics for beta'ing this fic for me, ilysm my soulmate. ❤️ © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

Prologue

“100 years ago, it was thought that the Earth, as we know it, would disintegrate. That the sun would implode and leave everything in darkness. Miraculously, it didn’t. Due to some external force, human scientists still haven’t agreed upon what it exactly was. None of the planets in our former solar system was ever destroyed. The Earth and the other planets were pushed away from each other and ended up in different parts of the universe. Earth just happened to come to a solar system with alien life. At first, we were cautious, and people were prepared to fight. However, the aliens were welcoming to our planet. Those who didn’t die from ‘The Great Journey’ or from trying to fight the aliens were welcomed into the new solar system. Soon enough, we had integrated completely, and we received materials and assistance from our sister planets in exchange for human labour. What humans knew of technology was very limited, but with the resources of the aliens, we created artificial life forms. We named these robots Automaton, and they served as workers when humans couldn’t. Eventually, there was no need for human labour at all. To pay back for the help the aliens gave us, we used Automatons. With the extensive development of these robots, we eventually managed to create artificial sentient life. These Automatons were human-like in looks and had human consciousness, but they could not bleed and were stronger than we ever could be. At present, there are even different levels of Automatons. Level 3 robots are the workers, level 2 robots are the caretakers, and level 1 robots are the celebrities. The Automaton music group 53V3NT33N (SEVENTEEN) comprises 13 members, all very talented, and all representing two human states of mind.”

Dokyeom ran as fast as his legs would allow him. He had long legs, which often aided him when trying to run, but tonight? The escape tested his stamina and strength, and he was failing. He was close to escaping; he just had a couple more steps, but a tug on his leg stopped him. 

Dokeyom sighed. He didn’t want to help. He knew he would have to move to make it out. Now, this individual was going to hinder him. 

“Please,” the voice spoke again, and Dokyeom let out a pained sigh as he kneeled to help the injured being. 

“What happened?” Dokyeom asked, and a pained expression greeted him; you welcomed him. 

“I fell, and it’s bad, and I can’t get up. If I can’t escape, they’ll kill me!” You cried out, and Dokyeom let out a breath. You weren’t his problem, but if Dokyeom left you, you’d die alone here. 

Dokyeom, deep down, wanted to help. Something told him that he was kind before everything. Dokyeom often had dreams that told him he was kind, loving, warm, and always had a big smile instead of the permanent scowl he wears nowadays. He wasn’t too sure if the dream meant anything, but sometimes he wondered if that dream was ever once his reality. His memories were always fuzzy, but this dream was always a constant. He recalls being told he was sunshine, and something about your pain triggered that faint memory for him. 

“Okay, I’ll pick you up and run for it. No funny business, or I’ll let you go and let you be killed, understood?” Dokyeom warned. 

“Understood.” 

Dokyeom took a deep breath before leaning forward, picking you up, and throwing you onto his shoulder. “Hold tight; don’t let go until we escape,” Dokyeom instructed. You mumbled a ‘yes,’ and that’s all it took for Dokyeom to start running. 

Dokyeom wasn’t sure how long he was running for; all he knew was that he ran as fast as his legs allowed him, and now that he had you to take care of as well, he had to run faster than ever. 

“Ow!” You yelped when Dokyeom dropped you on the ground suddenly. 

“I just saved your life. I think you can handle being dropped on your ass,” Dokyeom sassed. 

“Wait, we escaped?” You asked, sitting up and looking around. “Where are we?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but we’re safe for now,” Dokyeom answered as he sat beside you. 

“What’s your name?” You asked. 

“Dokyeom, what about you?” He asked. 

“Uh, um, Y/N,” you mumbled. 

“Why’d you hesitate?” Dokyeom questioned, eyeing you suspiciously. 

“I’m tired from the escape,” you lied, and Dokyeom scoffed. 

“I carried you the entire way, and you’re tired?” Dokyeom hissed. 

“Thank you for carrying me,” you answered sheepishly. 

“Why don’t you rest for a bit? I’ll look around for some food?” You offered. 

“You need to eat?” Dokyeom asked, and you paused. 

“Just a bit of fuel, do you not?” You asked, hoping your question would distract him. 

“I don’t. I do have dreams sometimes where I eat. Maybe it’s from a past life or just a dumb dream,” Dokyeom rambled. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly needed to confide in you. He just did. Something about your presence made him want to tell you all his secrets. Something about you felt safe. 

“Well, I’ll wander for a second if that’s okay?” You said, and Dokyeom nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ll lay down here for a bit,” Dokyeom replied, feigning a yawn to pretend he was tired. 

“Alright. I’ll be back.” 

“Hey, Y/N?” Dokyeom called out. 

“Yeah?” 

“I meant what I said, by the way. No funny business, or I will kill you.” 

“Ow, what the fuck is wrong with you!” Dokyeom barked when he felt a burning sensation on his throat.  

“Well, you have a wound here, and I’m just helping you,” you mumbled as you pressed another piece of gauze to his shoulder. 

“What happened?” Dokyeom asked, wincing slightly. 

“I think something got ripped? I don’t know,” you mumbled, and Dokyeom sat up hastily. 

“My tag?” Dokyeom panicked. 

“Your what?” You asked. 

“My tag, the thing that they use to monitor me,” Dokyeom explained hurriedly, patting himself. 

“What the fuck did you do to me?” Dokyeom hissed, grabbing you harshly.

“What are you on about?” You questioned.

“When I saved your ass, did you, for funsies, rip the tag out of my shoulder?” Dokyeom accused. 

“No, what the hell? Why would I do that to you?” You fired back. 

“Don’t know, fuck, do you know what could happen?” Dokyeom spat. 

“I don’t know. The ones who have been trying to control you get pissed, but without your tracker, they can’t do much, so maybe you can finally live a normal life?” You fumed, your words making Dokyeom pause. 

“Normal life?” Dokyeom repeated slowly. 

“Yes, Dokyeom, normal,” you stuttered. 

“Look, I’m grateful you saved me, but you’ve been hostile otherwise,” you ranted, hoping it’d help to distract Dokyeom. 

“You’re right. I have been hostile, but can you blame me? I don’t think anyone who is my kind is anything but hostile. We’ve been through hell,” Dokyeom countered. 

“Fair enough, we’ve both been screwed over. Instead of taking it out on each other, what if we work on helping each other instead? We can, I don’t know, be each other’s friends. Or even acquaintances?” You offered. 

“Fine, but one wrong move, and I’ll kill you, so tread lightly.” 

“Where were you?” Dokyeom questioned the second you entered the little hiding spot you both found after escaping. It had been evening time, and Dokyeom was distracted and drifted off, so you took a moment to leave the cave and contact your bosses at SALAX. You were able to do so thanks to the fancy watch strapped to your wrist. You had let them know that you had managed to lure Dokyeom into ‘rescuing’ you, and now, over the course of the next two weeks, you would try to lure him back to SALAX. You had also let your superiors know that you had managed to yank out Dokyeom’s tracker, and it was safe and on you.

There were some concerns coming from SALAX that hiding Dokyeom’s tracker on yourself was risky because if he saw the chip, he’d kill you in a heartbeat. But you assured them that he wouldn’t, and with that, the call ended, and you retreated back to the cave to find Dokyeom standing up and glaring at you.

“Where were you?” Dokyeom questioned.

“Uh, just stepped out to get some air and find something to eat,” you lied smoothly. 

“Right…” Dokyeom trailed off. “I meant to ask you about this yesterday. What the hell are you? Why do you need to eat? I don’t, so what the hell are you?” Dokyeom snarled. 

“I thought we were trying to be friends? Why the aggression?” You deflected. 

“You know I can kill you in seconds and leave you here, so instead of avoiding the question, tell me,” Dokyeom threatened as he stepped closer. 

You would be lying if you said that Dokyeom didn’t intimidate you. He was a tall individual with a very strong build. He could easily crush you. 

“I guess one would say I’m a malevolent being,” you explained as you sat down, and Dokyeom followed suit, sitting across from you. 

“Malevolent doesn’t mean kind. It means evil,” Dokyeom mumbled. 

“Oh wow, you’re so smart!” You quipped sarcastically, making him glare at you. 

“I’m a cyborg, so I need to eat, sleep, and do some-what human functions,” you admitted. 

“Like fart?” Dokyeom joked, making you crack a smile. 

“Shut up.” 

“So why were you running? Same as me? Escaping?” Dokyeom asked, and you shrugged. 

“How’s this? We ask each other one question a day. You already asked me something today, so it’s my turn?” You suggested. 

“What do you want to know?” Dokyeom asks. 

“What do you dream about?” You asked, leaving Dokyeom stunned. 

“Dream?” Dokyeom repeated. 

“Yes, dream.” 

“I guess a place where I don’t need to be so on guard all the time or so aware of everything at once. A place where hypervigilance isn’t a constant state of mind,” Dokyeom articulated. 

“I guess you’re right to call it a dream,” you mumbled. 

“Because it’s an ideal state and not our reality?” Dokyeom offered. 

“Fine, we can be friends, a question a day, and I won’t step out of line, and I hope you don’t either,” Dokyeom added. 

“I won’t.” 

Day 1: Cold as Ice

The next day, you awoke naturally and found Dokyeom standing at the entrance of the cave, and you decided to get up and join him.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked with a friendly smile as you approached Dokyeom.

Dokyeom turned to look at you, his eyes narrow and guarded. “How long do we need to keep hiding out here,” he replied curtly, his tone cold.

Undeterred, you placed a hand on his shoulder. “We can find a way out. I know it!” You offered enthusiastically.

Dokyeom simply rolled his eyes, and shrugged your hand off his shoulder, and walked off and back into the cave, where he sat and ignored you for the rest of the day.

Day 2: Thawing

The next day, you tried to engage Dokyeom in conversation, sharing stories, as well as your optimism that you two would be able to find your way out of your wreckage. But Dokyeom barely engaged in the conversation, mainly responding with a few grunts and hums.

But you weren’t easily discouraged. You saw something beneath the surface of Dokyeom’s stoic exterior, a flicker of curiosity and maybe even a hint of loneliness. You believed everyone had a story, and you were determined to uncover his.

As the days passed, you learned more about some of Dokyeom’s habits, habits that you noticed when he thought you weren’t looking. You noticed how his eyes crinkled when he smiled. You also noticed he had a beautiful smile, one that made you feel incredibly warm.

Day 3: Cracks in the façade

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked one evening, and Dokyeom gave you a small smile.

“We’ll make it out of this mess, right?” Dokyeom asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, we will.”

Day 4: Melting

As the days continued, you continued to engage Dokyeom in conversation. You spoke with an infectious enthusiasm that was hard to resist, and while Dokyeom remained guarded initially, your presence of unwavering warmth began to chip away at the walls he had built around himself. Slowly, he started to open up, revealing glimpses of his past and the reasons for his uninviting nature.

Day 5: Flux

“I’ve been burned before,” Dokyeom admitted one night, his eyes distant as if reliving painful memories. “Those I’ve trusted, they let me down.” 

You reached out and placed a hand over his, letting him know it was okay to continue, and he paused, taking a deep breath.

Dokyeom unravelled to you, a tale of loss and betrayal unfolds; he had once been surrounded by love and trust, only to see it all crumble into dust.

As Dokyeom’s world around him began to change, so did those around him. Those he trusted, in turn, betrayed, hurt and lied to him. Slowly, one by one, the ones he loved and depended on were taken from him. Eventually, Dokyeom found himself alone, a solitary figure in a world that had become cold and unforgiving.

Soon enough, Dokyeom learned a harsh lesson—that trust could be a double-edged sword, capable of bringing individuals together and tearing them apart, and as a result, Dokyeom retreated into himself, becoming stoic and unapproachable, a protective shell forged by the scars of his past.

Dokyeom has learnt to trust no one, not even himself. The walls he has built around his heart are formidable, a defence mechanism against the pain of betrayal and loss.

But amid the chaos and uncertainty surrounding him. He finds a glimmer of hope, you. From there, a connection begins to form, a bond that defies the mistrust that defines Dokyeom’s existence. It’s a fragile thread that you must tread carefully to nurture, knowing that the wounds of his past are still raw and that his ability to trust has been shattered.

You listened attentively, offering empathy and understanding, and shared your struggles and fears, creating a safe space where Dokyeom could reveal his vulnerabilities without judgment.

All the while, guilt gnawed at you, knowing that you, too, were about to betray Dokyeom the way so many others had done. You, too, were about to hurt him. But you needed him to trust you in order to betray him. But you couldn’t help that with each day, feel more guilty, and start second guessing your mission because you weren’t sure if you could hurt someone you wanted to protect.

One day, you find Dokyeom pacing around the cave anxiously, his stoic façade cracking for the first time. He looks at you, a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes, and admits.“I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

At that moment, you realise that Dokyeom is not as unapproachable as he first seemed. You reach out, reassuringly touching his shoulder, and say. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ve come this far and won’t give up now.”

For the first time, Dokyeom smiles, a small but genuine one. It’s a turning point in your friendship, a moment of trust and connection that grows stronger daily.

As you continue to navigate the challenges of your hidden existence, you and Dokyeom find solace in each other’s company. The once stoic and unapproachable man has become a friend, someone you can rely on and confide in. You face the unknown together, knowing that as long as you have each other, you can conquer whatever challenges lie ahead.

That night, you started shifting in your sleep, mumbling nonsense, when, suddenly, you found yourself in a cavernous nightmare, the cave walls closing around you like vengeful spectres. The air is thick with unease, and your heart races as you try to escape the suffocating darkness. But the cave seems to have no end, and you’re trapped in a terrifying labyrinth of your fears.

Suddenly, a beam of light pierces the darkness, and you hear the sound of footsteps echoing in the cave. A figure emerges from the shadows, and it’s Dokyeom. His presence alone is a lifeline in this nightmarish abyss.

“Dokyeom!” You cry out, relief flooding over you as he draws near. His familiar face is a beacon of hope in this terrifying dream.

He reaches out, his touch reassuring as he says,.“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

His voice, filled with warmth and strength, calms your racing heart. With his guidance, you navigate the treacherous terrain of the cave, finally escaping the nightmare’s clutches.

As you emerge into the open, the nightmare fades away like a distant memory. You turn to Dokyeom with gratitude and something more in your eyes. He gazes back at you, his usual reserve momentarily giving way to vulnerability.

“You saved me, Dokyeom,” you say softly, your heart pounding.

Dokyeom hesitates, his eyes locked onto yours, and then, in a moment of unspoken connection, you lean in, and your lips meet in a tender kiss. It’s a kiss that carries the weight of the unspoken, the shared relief of escaping the nightmare together, and the growing feelings brewing between you.

For a heartbeat, Dokyeom hesitates, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. But then, as if surrendering to the undeniable pull between you, he reciprocates your kiss, his lips meeting yours with a newfound intensity. Once a place of nightmares, the cave has become the backdrop to a moment of unexpected passion and connection.

As you both break the kiss, the world around you seems to shift, and you realise this dream has taken an unexpected turn. But in the wake of your shared moment, you know that something has changed between you and Dokyeom, and you can’t help but smile, grateful for the bond that has deepened in the darkness of this surreal nightmare.

The next day, you and Dokyeom wandered out of the little cave and found yourselves standing amidst a scene of utter devastation, a future marred by damage and chaos that stretches as far as the eye can see. The landscape was a haunting testament to the havoc that had been unleashed upon this once-thriving world. Buildings, once towering symbols of human achievement, now lie in ruins, their skeletal frames jutting out of the shattered concrete like the bones of a long-forgotten civilization. The acrid stench of smoke and burning debris fills the air, choking your senses as you survey the destruction.

The sky above is a sickly hue, darkened by the ominous clouds of billowing smoke that obscures the sun, casting an eerie, blood-red glow over the desolation below. The air crackles with an unsettling energy, a lingering sense of impending doom.

Amidst the wreckage, remnants of what was once a bustling metropolis now lie scattered like discarded toys. Abandoned vehicles, their tires deflated and windows shattered, stand as silent witnesses to the chaos that unfolded here.

As you move further into this grim future scene, you can't help but feel a profound sense of loss and despair. The world as you knew it has been forever altered, transformed into a nightmarish landscape of destruction and ruin.

In the distance, faint echoes of distant sirens and the low rumble of collapsing structures serve as a grim reminder that the chaos is far from over. The damage inflicted upon this world runs deep, and the path to recovery seems uncertain and fraught with challenges.

Yet, amidst the devastation, there is a glimmer of hope, a resilience that refuses to be extinguished. It's a reminder that even in the face of chaos and destruction, humanity's spirit endures, and the struggle for survival continues.

“You can relax a bit. I don’t really think anyone is here,” you whispered to Dokyeom as you cautiously walked around, noticing how almost everything was burned, destroyed and damaged. 

“Look at the damage,” Dokyeom mumbled back. 

“I know, it’s so awful. I hope those who wanted to escape managed to do so,” you admitted. 

“Why didn’t you?” Dokyeom asked. 

“What?” 

“Didn’t escape? Why didn’t you?” Dokyeom asked, eyeing you suspiciously. 

“I was hurt,” you muttered. 

“I didn’t know cyborgs could feel pain?” Dokyeom challenged, and you averted your gaze away from him. 

“Did you do it to trap me?” Dokyeom challenged. 

“No? What would I gain from doing that to you?” You retorted, and Dokyeom shrugged. 

“Fuck knows, you told me you’ve done things you’re not proud of. Maybe I’m just another thing you’ll do that you’re not proud of.” 

“Trust me, Dokyeom, if I wanted to do you, I would have a long time ago,” you huffed out as you stormed off, making Dokyeom sigh as he followed you. 

“We need to steal a spacecraft,” you whispered to Dokyeom.

“Are you insane? How?” Dokyeom whispered back, and you shrugged. 

“Look,” you said, motioning to where you were looking. 

Amidst a desolate and haunting scene of wreckage, a solitary spacecraft stood as a lone survivor of a cataclysmic event. It appeared as a beacon of hope amidst the debris-strewn wasteland.

The spacecraft’s once-pristine exterior, now scarred and battered, stands defiantly among the twisted metal and shattered remnants of other vessels. Its hull, once gleaming, bears the scars of cosmic collisions and the ravages of time. A faint, eerie light from malfunctioning control panels cast shadows across its battered form.

Around the spacecraft, a field of wreckage stretches into the horizon, a haunting testament to the harshness of space. Broken pieces of machinery and torn metal fragments drift through the void like lost souls. The eerie silence of the scene is punctuated only by the occasional creaking of damaged hulls.

Inside the spacecraft, signs of struggle and survival are evident. Emergency lights flicker, and a faint hum of life support systems resonates through the corridors. It stands as a testament to the resilience of those who once staffed it, their spirit unbroken despite the chaos surrounding them.

In this place of wreckage, the spacecraft is a symbol of endurance and perseverance, a lone sentinel refusing to succumb to the unforgiving cosmos. Its presence amid the ruins speaks of the human spirit’s unyielding determination to press on, even in the face of overwhelming adversity.

“You can’t be serious,” Dokyeom mumbled. 

“You want freedom? Escape? This is our only solution. You can be free again.” 

You and your partner in crime stand in the dimly lit hangar, eyes fixed on the sleek spacecraft that gleams like a jewel in the shadows. The ship, an advanced model with a reputation for speed and agility, holds the key to your daring escape plan. 

You both approach the spacecraft with a shared nod and a sense of exhilaration. Your partner, a master of hacking, quickly accesses the control panel, fingers dancing across the holographic interface. The ship’s security systems fall like dominos, leaving you unfettered access.

The boarding ramp lowers smoothly, revealing the spacecraft’s luxurious interior. You and your partner slip inside, feeling the cool, synthetic leather seats beneath you. As the canopy seals shut with a soft hiss, you exchange a glance filled with determination.

Dokyeom took the pilot’s seat, fingers caressing the controls with a practised ease. The spacecraft’s engines hum to life, vibrating beneath you as they prepare to defy gravity. You both brace yourselves with a final glance out of the transparent canopy.

The spacecraft lifts off, rising gracefully from the hangar floor. You feel the G-forces press you into your seat as you hurtle towards the heavens. The hangar doors open, revealing the starry expanse of space beyond.

You know you’ve left it all behind at that moment—your past, troubles, and the pursuit of those seeking to capture you. You and Dokyeom have stolen not just a spacecraft but a chance at freedom, and together, you soar into the unknown, leaving a trail of stardust in your wake.

“Where are we going?” Dokyeom asked as the spacecraft hovered and slowly moved along.

“AECOR” you replied.

“Why?” Dokyeom asked.

“To relax, to breathe, and to regroup,” you answered with a smile, and that was enough Dokyeom needed to know.

~~ “Wow,” Dokyeom breathed out as he disembarked from the spacecraft and set foot into AECOR.

“This is incredible.” 

You find yourself standing at the edge of a breathtaking rainforest, enveloped by the magical allure of the night. The moonlight filters through the dense canopy above, casting a gentle, silver glow upon the lush foliage below. Tall trees adorned with vibrant, bioluminescent flowers seem to dance in the faint shimmer of light, their leaves rustling in a gentle, nocturnal breeze.

As you venture deeper into the rainforest, the symphony of nighttime creatures serenades your senses. Frogs and crickets play a melodic chorus while fireflies flicker like tiny stars, illuminating your path. The air is thick with the heady scent of damp earth, moss, and exotic blooms, creating an intoxicating fragrance that lingers around you.

But the true marvel of this rainforest night unfolds before you as you stumble upon a hidden gem—the waterfall. It glistens under the moon’s enchanting gaze, cascading waters a ribbon of liquid crystal tumbling from the heights above into a pristine, moonlit pool below.

The waterfall’s roar is a soothing lullaby, a constant reminder of nature’s grandeur and eternal rhythm. The moonlight dances upon the water’s surface, creating a sparkling, silvery tapestry that seems to stretch forever. Each droplet from above catches the moon’s radiance, forming a trail of liquid stardust.

You approach the pool’s edge, feeling the cool mist kiss your skin as the waterfall’s spray gently caresses your face. The night sounds intensify around you, the rainforest coming alive with its secrets and wonders. It’s a world of enchantment, where the rainforest’s beauty is magnified by the veil of night, and the waterfall stands as a shimmering testament to the timeless allure of nature.

“Isn’t it? I thought we could take a break here, considering all we’ve been doing is running and hiding. We’re safe here,” you mumble. 

“Are we?” Dokyeom asks. 

“Would I lead you astray?” You ask, inching closer to him. 

“I don’t think you would. You wouldn’t just kiss me to manipulate me later, right?” Dokyeom asks as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You smile at him. This was the first time the kiss from the night before was brought up.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped,” you mumble. 

“I didn’t say I minded. I did kiss back,” Dokyeom adds, making you melt into his touch, guilt plaguing you, knowing that you would soon cause this incredible individual’s demise. 

“Shall we?” You ask, motioning to the bodies of water, looking around for one slightly more private, where you both wouldn’t be recognised and could spend time with him, alone, uninterrupted, before you betray him.

Dokyeom takes your hand, guides you to a more secluded plunge pool, and stops at the edge of the water. With a soft smile, he removes your clothing piece by piece, every movement charged with an undeniable urgency. As he finishes, his eyes scan your body with fierce hunger, and his hands wander over your curves with possessiveness.

You shiver as you feel his hands slide around your waist from the back, the warmth of his touch sending shivers up and down your spine. You can feel the barely restrained desire emanating from his body.

Dokyeom pulls you closer, and you can feel his hardness against your back as he presses against you. His lips trail down to your shoulder, his breath heating your skin as his gaze travels up your neck.

Dokyeom turns you to face him, cupping your face in his hands as he trails down to your lips. His tongue probes at the corner of your mouth before sliding in, the wetness and warmth as you open your mouth to him sending you into a passionate frenzy.

Dokyeom takes your hand and leads you to the pool. As the warm water envelops you, Dokyeom slides in behind you, his chest against your back as his arms wrap around you. His hands move over your body with increasing passion as his lips go up and down your neck.

Your back arches, trying to move even closer to him. You moan in pleasure as his hardness presses against your skin, the sensation of him filled with anticipation. You can’t help but feel like you want him to take you in the water.

You and Dokyeom are both submerged in the shallow waters of the pool, your hands trailing along the smooth surface of the tiled edges. You look up at Dokyeom, a smirk on your lips as you start to move, your body drawn closer to his as your hands move expertly to his hips and you bring yourself just under the water. You feel the anticipation running through both of you as you wrap your arms around his waist and pull yourself tight against him.

You can feel Dokyeom’s breaths coming faster as he looks down at you, anticipation radiating from his eyes as you start to explore. You run your hands through his hair, feeling your tension quickly mixed with pleasure as you tilt your head back. The sensation of his skin against yours is heightened in the water, and you quicken your pace, carefully trailing your lips and tongue along his chest and stomach. His skin feels like butter beneath your mouth, begging for more attention.

You let out a soft moan as you bring your mouth up to his, your tongue tracing along his lower lip as you press against Dokyeom. He responds with a groan, his mouth eagerly meeting yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. You feel your way down from his mouth, your tongue gliding along his neck and shoulders as your hands trace his contours.

You pull away from him, an inviting smile on your lips before you go down his torso. With each movement, your mouth is greeted with eager sighs and gasps of pleasure from Dokyeom. As you reach the bottom of his stomach, you look up, the look in his eyes telling you it’s time for something different. You gaze at him momentarily, his eyes pleading, before you dip your tongue into the shallow pools of water between his legs.

Dokyeom lets out an animalistic groan as you move your mouth along his member, lapping up the waves of pleasure each stroke gives him. His body arches into you as your tongue swirls around in circles, his hands grasping your hair as you work your way up and down. You can’t help but smile against him as you hear tiny, breathy moans with each flick of your tongue, revealing that you’ve brought him to this point.

You can feel your arousal growing, and you know you’ve done the same to Dokyeom as you reach the climax together, him calling out your name as the waves of pleasure ensnare you both and pull you gently into a blissfully calm state.

You feel the heat rising as you climb out of the plunge pool and lay on the edge, reclining on your elbows, and you feel your breath hitch in anticipation and your breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Then you feel Dokyeom’s hand touching you, tracing a path from your abdomen to your chest and neck. His fingertips leave a trail of blissful heat on your skin, and you let out a contented sigh.

Dokyeom slides lower, his hand running across your inner thigh. His fingers work their way up your legs, sending sparks of pleasure shooting right to your core.

When Dokyeom finally reaches your most intimate area, you can’t help but gasp as you feel his tongue exploring you. His soft, lapping motions send waves of pleasure rippling through your body, and you find yourself pushing against his face, wanting more and more from him.

Dokyeom responds to the pressure of your body, deepening the stress and increasing the intensity of his movements. His tongue circles around your clit, sending more delightful feelings coursing through you until you feel like you’re about to combust.

And then it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your body suddenly gives way as an explosion of pleasure ripples through you, and you think your entire body is trembling with delight. You’ve just experienced the most intense and pleasurable orgasm, thanks to Dokyeom.

He stares deeply into your eyes, the look telling you he craves you just as much as you desire him.

You don’t have to wait any longer. He plunges deep inside you, his hips moving skillfully as his groans mix with yours. Your body tightens around him as he rocks into you so intensely that it sends waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

The intensity builds up until a wave of pleasure engulfs both of you. You collapse into each other, exhausted but electrified.

The afterglow slowly takes over as you lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the comfort of being surrounded by each other’s warmth.

You and Dokyeom found refuge in a small corner of AECOR, where you both held each other. It was a beautiful and peaceful moment, and you wished that you could stay in this moment forever.

“Y/N, I want you to know something. I feel safe with you for the first time in my life,” Dokyeom admitted, making you smile and guilt engulf you.

His words hung in the air, carrying the weight of his vulnerability. You look into his eyes, the depth of his emotions mirrored in his gaze. The rainforest seems to hold its breath as if nature is listening to this profound declaration.

You reach out, your hand finding his, fingers entwined.  

“Dokyeom,” you reply with a voice filled with warmth and understanding.

 “I’m grateful to have you in my life. We’re safe together.”

The next day, Dokyeom felt a slight throbbing pain in his head, and when he woke up, you were nowhere to be found. He wasn’t even sure how he woke up or, more importantly, how he was unconscious. Had you hurt him? Where were you? Had he been brave, he would have gone out to search, but he knew not to because he too was a target.

You find yourself in the heart of SALAX, a planet shrouded in shadows and ruled by fear. As you navigate the dimly lit paths, a chilling encounter awaits you. A mysterious figure approaches, cloaked in darkness, and with a low, ominous voice, they ask.

“Have you managed to ensnare Dokyeom yet?”

You hesitate, your mind racing as you weigh your options. You’ve infiltrated this grim city for a specific purpose, a mission that demands subtlety and caution. But the pressure to fulfil your promise hangs heavily over you, and the consequences of failure are dire.

You felt immense guilt the night before, right after Dokyeom confessed to you that he felt safe with you, when he wasn’t looking, decided to hit him hard enough to cause a slight snag in his system, which would make him shut down for a few hours. Which gave you enough time to go SALAX and see if you could get out of your deal. You couldn’t hurt Dokyeom anymore. You couldn’t hurt someone you were falling in love with.

Before you can respond, the enigmatic figure steps closer, their face concealed by shadows. “Time is running out, Y/N,” they hiss, their tone dripping with menace.

“We cannot afford delays. Alastor is growing impatient.”

The name sends a shiver down your spine—Alastor, the ruler of SALAX, a malevolent force you’ve heard whispered about in hushed tones. He is a figure of terror, and the urgency in the stranger’s voice underscores the gravity of your mission.

As you stand there, torn between your mission’s demands and the mounting pressure from Alastor’s emissary, you know that your choices in this treacherous city will have far-reaching consequences. The web of intrigue and danger in SALAX tightens around you, and you must decide whether to continue down this perilous path, knowing that failure could mean a fate worse than death.

As you leave the oppressive city of SALAX behind, the weight of guilt and conflict presses heavily upon your heart. The memories of your time in SALAX, the choices you made, and the person you had to become weigh on your conscience, and there’s no escaping the tangled web of emotions.

In the solitude of your departure, you find yourself grappling with the harsh reality of having betrayed Dokyeom, the man you had come to care for deeply. Your love for him is undeniable, a powerful force that has drawn you together in a world fraught with danger and uncertainty.

With each step away from SALAX, you replay the moments when you had to deceive him, the lies you had to tell, and the promises you couldn’t keep. The pain of knowing that you’ve broken his trust is like a dagger in your chest, and it gnaws at your soul.

But you also remember the pressure from Alastor, the ruler of SALAX, and the dire consequences that would have occurred had you not complied with his demands. It was a choice between betraying Dokyeom and facing the wrath of Alastor, and in the end, you had to prioritise your survival.

As you journey further away from SALAX, you yearn for a solution, a way to make amends for the betrayal and deception that have torn your heart in two. You know that you can’t change the past, but you’re determined to find a way to set things right.

The conflict within you rages on, tearing at your conscience and leaving you in turmoil. You find solace in the quiet moments of reflection, searching for a path forward that will allow you to reconcile your love for Dokyeom with the choices you were forced to make.

In the distance, a glimmer of hope emerges—a plan, a way to mend the trust you’ve shattered. It won’t be easy, and the road ahead is uncertain, but you’re resolved to find a solution that will bring redemption and forgiveness for yourself and the love you hold for Dokyeom.

As the spacecraft landed back in AECOR, you noticed Dokyeom standing outside the place where you last left him, and even though the space craft, you could sense the tension.

As you got off the spacecraft, you noticed that Dokyeom’s once-warm demeanour had cooled, replaced by a distant and suspicious gaze. The weight of your mission and the secrets you carry are like a boulder on your shoulders as you stand before him.

Dokyeom’s words, when they finally come, are laced with an undercurrent of passive aggression.

“Where were you?”

You can feel his scrutiny, his unspoken doubts hanging heavy in the air. The unease in your chest tightens, and you know the time has come to confront the truth.

“SALAX”

“What?”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to be honest. “Dokyeom, there are things I need to tell you,” you begin, your voice quivering with the weight of your confession.

He raises an eyebrow, his suspicion growing. “Go on.”

You recount the events of your mission in SALAX, the pressure from Alastor’s emissary, and the choices you were forced to make. You can see the anger and disappointment flicker in Dokyeom’s eyes as you speak.

When you finally finish, there’s a heavy silence between you. Dokyeom’s expression is inscrutable, and you can’t tell if he’s processing your confession or formulating his response.

After an eternity, he finally speaks, his voice cold and measured. “Y/N, I need you to understand the gravity of your actions. Trust is not something to be taken lightly. Your secrecy puts us all at risk.”

Your heart sinks as you realise the consequences of your choices. You had expected Dokyeom’s anger, but what comes next surprises you.

He leans in closer, his gaze unwavering. “Here’s your ultimatum Y/N. If you want to continue being with me, you must prove you can be trusted. No more secrets, no more hidden agendas. From now on, complete transparency. Can you do that?”

The ultimatum hangs in the air like a heavy storm cloud, and you understand the weight of his words. The trust eroded by your actions is at stake, and it’s up to you to rebuild it, one honest step at a time.

“Dokyeom, I need to confess to you,” your voice trembles slightly, but you push on, knowing that honesty is the only path forward.

His brow furrows in concern as he listens attentively, encouraging you to continue. “I... I was supposed to betray you,” you admit, the words heavy on your conscience. “There was a plan, a scheme I was involved in, but I can’t do it anymore.”

Dokyeom’s eyes widen in surprise, and he reaches out to gently hold your hand, a silent gesture of support. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice soft and understanding.

Tears gather in your eyes as you elaborate. “I was meant to deceive you, hurt you, but I’ve realised that what we share is more important to me than anything else. I can’t go through with it, Dokyeom. I can’t betray you after everything we’ve been through.”

Silence hangs in the air, the weight of your confession palpable. You search his eyes for a sign, praying he’ll understand your turmoil and forgive your past intentions. With your heart in your throat, you wait for his response, hoping your honesty will be the bridge to mend any potential rift between you.

As you sit across from Dokyeom, the weight of your past and the secrets you’ve harboured for so long pressing heavily upon your shoulders, you take a deep breath, trying to find the courage to reveal your darkest truths.

As the realisation dawns upon Dokyeom, a heavy silence settles over the room. He stands there, his thoughts racing, trying to face the betrayal that has unfolded before him. The one person he had trusted implicitly, you, had been attempting to deceive him all along.

Dokyeom’s heart feels like it’s been gripped by an icy vice, and he struggles to find words to express the tumultuous emotions surging within him. He had opened himself up and allowed you into the innermost chambers of his life, and now he feels like a fool.

You stood before him, your eyes filled with regret and uncertainty.

Finally, Dokyeom’s voice breaks through the silence, but it’s laced with a mixture of hurt and anger. “Y/N, how could you?” His words are filled with a sense of betrayal that cuts deep.

You took a step forward, her voice trembling as you tried to explain. “Dokyeom, I... I never meant for things to get this far. It started as something I thought I had to do, but along the way, I realised...”

Dokyeom cuts you off, his anger boiling over. “Realised what? That you could play with my trust and feelings and throw it all away when it suited you?”

The room feels tense, the air heavy with the moment’s weight. Dokyeom’s trust, once unshakable, has been shattered, and he’s left to grapple with the aftermath of the betrayal.

Your eyes fill with tears as you struggle to find the right words to make amends for your actions. “Dokyeom, please, just hear me out. I never wanted to hurt you. I never thought I would care this much.”

He turns away from you, unable to bear the sight of the person who had manipulated his trust. “Y/N, I need time,” he says, his voice weary and defeated. “I need time to process this, to understand what just happened.”

“Dokyeom,” you begin, your voice quivering, “there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve kept hidden for far too long.”

Once warm and trusting, his eyes now hold a mix of curiosity and concern as he nods, encouraging you to continue.

“I come from a past that I’m not proud of,” you admit, gazing at the table before you. “I used to be involved in criminal activities that hurt people and went against everything I now stand for.”

Dokyeom remains silent, his expression a mixture of surprise and a hint of sadness.

Tears well up in your eyes as you recount the horrors of your past the choices you made that left scars on others and yourself. “I’ve hurt people, stolen, lied, and deceived. I could escape my past, but it’s been haunting me, and I can’t bear to keep it hidden any longer.”

Dokyeom’s gaze remains locked on you. His silence speaks volumes.

“I joined this SALAX, this mission, in the hope that I could make amends for my past,” you continue, your voice trembling with emotion. “I wanted to change, become a better person, and do something meaningful. But I understand if you can’t trust me now.”

“If I could give them you, then I would not be punished for my past,” you admit.

The room seems to close in on you as you await his response, the weight of your confession hanging heavily in the air. You fear that your past actions have damaged the trust Dokyeom once had in you.

After what feels like an eternity, Dokyeom finally speaks, his voice measured and compassionate.

“Y/N, what matters is not the person you used to be but who you’ve become. You’ve taken a courageous step by facing your past and sharing it with me.”

Dokyeom's hand finds yours, a gesture of understanding and support.

“We all have our demons, Y/N, and we all make mistakes. What’s important is that you’re trying to make amends and move forward. I believe in the person you are now, and I trust that you’ll continue to work towards the better future you’ve set your sights on.”

Tears of relief well up in your eyes as you squeeze his hand, grateful for his understanding and forgiveness. In that moment, you realise that by sharing your darkest truths, you’ve not only unburdened yourself but also strengthened the trust between you and Dokyeom. It’s a crucial step toward redemption and a brighter future where your past no longer defines who you are.

“We’ll fight it together.”

“We’ll make it out alive, Y/N,” Dokyeom promised. However, as the words left Dokyeom’s mouth, you heard a loud noise, and suddenly, you were both enveloped in a cloud of darkness. 

As the darkness of night envelopes you and Dokyeom, you find yourselves ensnared in a dire predicament. Captured by unknown assailants, you're bound and blindfolded, completely at their mercy. The journey is disorienting, filled with abrupt turns and jolts, leaving you with no sense of direction.

After what feels like an eternity, the vehicle comes to a halt, and you're roughly pulled from your seats. The sound of heavy metal doors creaking open echoes in the air, and you're guided out, stumbling on unfamiliar terrain.

The blindfold is removed, and as your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize that you're in the heart of SALAX. The planet’s cold and oppressive atmosphere is suffocating, and a sense of foreboding washes over you.

Dokyeom, still bound and disoriented, is by your side, and you exchange a glance that speaks volumes—fear, uncertainty, and the grim realization that you've been brought into the heart of a malevolent force.

Gathered around you are a group of armed figures, their faces obscured by masks and shadows. They remain silent, their intentions unclear, as they usher you both forward, deeper into the labyrinthine alleys of SALAX.

The city's eerie ambience intensifies, and you can't help but wonder what fate awaits you and Dokyeom in this dystopian realm. As you're led further into the heart of the unknown, the sense of peril deepens, and the need for a plan to escape this grim fate becomes all-consuming. 

In the distant, dystopian future, amidst the cold and unforgiving landscape of a city known as SALAX, there exists a name that strikes fear into the hearts of all who dare to speak it—Alastor, the malevolent ruler of this desolate realm.

With a visage shrouded in shadows and a presence that radiates malevolence, Alastor is a figure cloaked in mystery and darkness. His iron grip on SALAX is unyielding, and his dominion extends far beyond the city’s crumbling walls. He is a tyrant of unparalleled cruelty, ruling through fear, manipulation, and an insatiable thirst for power.

The tales of Alastor’s ruthless reign are whispered in hushed tones, passed down from generation to generation. His rule is marked by oppression, surveillance, and merciless enforcers who carry out his every command without question. In his quest for dominance, he has left a trail of broken lives and shattered dreams in his wake.

Alastor’s origins remain closely guarded, hidden behind lies and deception. Some say he was once a brilliant scientist, while others claim he emerged from the depths of the city’s darkest nightmares. Regardless of his past, his present is a reign of terror that leaves no room for hope or resistance.

As the ruler of SALAX, Alastor commands a vast network of spies, informants, and ruthless enforcers, all dedicated to maintaining his oppressive regime. His fortress-like palace, situated at the city’s heart, symbolises his absolute authority. In this place, he broods over his dark ambitions and plots his next move to tighten his grip on the city’s inhabitants.

Alastor’s name is synonymous with cruelty and malevolence, a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who dare utter it. In the grim, futuristic world of SALAX, he is the embodiment of evil, a shadowy figure who rules with an iron fist and whose presence casts a long, foreboding shadow over all who dwell within his domain.

You stand before a council of stern-faced individuals, their collective disapproval palpable. The room is tense, and your heart beats heavily as you confront the consequences of your failure. The weight of their anger bears down on you, and you know that there is no escaping the harsh judgment about to be passed.

One of the council members opens his mouth to address you, his expression a mask of disappointment and anger and addresses you with a voice that cuts through the silence like a blade. “Y/N, you were entrusted with a vital task and failed us miserably.”

Your voice quivers as you attempt to offer an apology. “I... I didn’t mean for this to happen. It was an honest mistake.”

But the council members are unforgiving, their faces etched with anger and frustration. One of them, an imposing figure with a voice like thunder, bellows.

“Honest mistake or not, your failure has put us all at risk. We can’t afford such incompetence.”

The atmosphere in the room grows more hostile with each passing moment. Accusations fly, and your attempts at explaining the circumstances of your failure fall on deaf ears. The decision is made swiftly and decisively.

One of the council members, their voice filled with righteous anger, proclaims.

“Y/N, you have betrayed our trust and jeopardised our mission. You are hereby banished from our ranks.”

The words hang in the air like a death sentence, and you feel a profound sense of despair wash over you. The consequences of your actions have led to your expulsion, and there is no way to argue your way out of it.

Alastor, his gaze filled with disappointment, approaches you with a heavy heart.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice laced with regret. “I never thought I would see this day. You were once a valued team member, but your failure has left us no choice.”

“Please let me do anything else. Please spare him,” you begged. 

“Oh, you still don’t understand, do you? You fell in love with him, gave him your body and love, and as a result, you are no longer of any use to us. You are done,” Alastar spoke, his words terrifying you further. 

“Don’t hurt him,” you whimpered. 

“He’ll be hurt, don’t you worry. He can watch the life be taken out of you. That will be his punishment.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you realise the gravity of your mistake. You had let down not only those who had trusted you but also yourself. The sense of shame and regret is overwhelming.

As you are escorted out of the room, the weight of your banishment settles upon you like a heavy shroud. You are left to face the consequences of your failure alone, the anger and disappointment of those you once considered allies echoing in your ears.

In the days that follow, you wander, a sense of purposelessness consuming you. The world outside is harsh and unforgiving, and you are left to bear the burden of your mistakes.

As you reflect on the consequences of your actions, you can’t help but wonder if there will ever be a way to make amends for your failure. The road ahead is uncertain, and the path to redemption, if it exists at all, seems long and arduous.

But one thing is clear—you must carry the weight of your punishment and learn from your failure, for it is only through facing the consequences of your actions that you can hope to find a way to redeem yourself in the eyes of those you have let down.

In the dimly lit room, the air felt heavy with anguish and despair. You and Dokyeom, bound and helpless, found yourselves in a nightmarish scenario you could never have imagined. A sinister figure, cloaked in shadows, loomed over you both, his intentions cruel and heartless.

Dokyeom watched you helplessly as you lay on the cold, unforgiving floor, your breaths shallow and laboured. The faint flicker of a dying candle cast eerie, shifting shadows on your face, emphasising the pallor of your skin.

Tears welled in your eyes as you whispered words of comfort, your voice trembling with grief. Dokyeom’s eyes met yours, filled with profound sadness and an unspoken understanding of the impending tragedy.

“Any final words?” The sinister figure asked mockingly.

“In another universe, we’ll find each other again,” you breathed out, and Dokyeom let out a string of pleas, begging for mercy.

The sinister figure, unmoved by Dokyeom’s pleas, revealed a cruel smile as he continued his evil act. Time seemed to slow as Dokyeom was forced to witness life slowly ebb away from you–the person he cherished most. Every passing moment felt like an eternity of heartache.

The room seemed to close in around you as the final breaths escaped your lover’s lips, leaving a haunting silence in their wake. Once filled with love and life, their eyes stared vacantly into the abyss.

In that agonising moment, part of you died with them, and the world became darker and colder. The anguish and helplessness etched into your memory would forever haunt your soul, a scar that time could never fully heal.

The End

Earth: Present Day 

“New here, huh?” The man before you asked, and you smiled at him. 

“Uh, yeah. I just moved to this town for a fresh start,” you replied unsurely, making the man smile at you. 

“Why don’t you sit next to that gentleman over there? You both look rather lost. Let me grab a few things, and I’ll sort you both out,” he instructed, and you mumbled a ‘yes’ and made your way to another lost-looking soul. 

“Sorry, is this seat taken?” You asked the stranger. He looked up at you. He had a kind face, warm eyes, and a loving smile. But something about this man was familiar like you had met him once in a dream, in a different life. It makes your heart race and mind run wild with possibilities. You knew him. You just didn’t know how. 

“Nope, have a seat,” he offered kindly. 

“So you’re also lost in a new town, huh?” He asked, and you nodded. 

“Yeah, just, I guess, sorted landed on my ass,” you joked, making him laugh and clap his hands. 

“Same, hey, we’re both lost. I guess we could be friends? I promise you, I won’t bite,” 

“I don’t see why not,” you responded. 

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced, holding your hand to him. 

“Sounds familiar for some reason,” the stranger responded. 

“Funny, I wanted to say the same to you,” you admitted. 

“I’m Seokmin,” he said, shaking your hand. 

“I wish the name rang a bell, but maybe I’m going crazy,” you added, making him smile. 

“Maybe in another universe, we once knew each other?” Seokmin offered. 

#seventeen #dokyeom #seventeen fic #svthub #indigo writes: seokmin #kvanity #svt sci-fi collab

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I honestly just wrote whatever came to my mind 🥲 so please don't come after me if its inconsistent

Geto x Gn!reader

Trope: Lil' angst at the start then Boom! Fluff, Suguru can't skate ?¿

Preview : Holding your icy hands in his, the ice around his heart slowly starts to melt.

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Geto was exhausted of everything.

The back-to-back missions, the disgusting taste of the curses he consumed still on his lips, the constant lack of sleep and the small but constant pull of darkness that came every now and then, had taken its toll on him. He could literally feel the mental and physical exhaustion build a protective, icy wall around his heart as if to numb him from the world.

With a long tired sigh, he drags his feet across the polished wooden floor in the students dorm towards his room, only to stop at the sight of you.

Geto watches you curiously, exhaustion currently forgotten, as he watches you shift your weight from each foot while bringing a raised hand towards the door before pulling it back again, hesitation on your face. "Y/n?"

You startle at the voice, quickly turning around to look and relaxing when you realize it was him. "Suguru, you scared me."

Suguru smiles," I didn't mean to, sorry. What are you doing here though?"

He curiously quirks his head to the side as he watches the metaphorical gears in your head turn to answer his question and he chuckles, his first real chuckle in a long time. You look up at the sound with a small smile on your face, gaining a little confidence with every passing second.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out right now and go somewhere in the evening, there's an ice rink I know that has a 40% discount on drinks today. So are you free? You can decline if you want to!" you quickly say as you watch him contemplate between your offer and a few hours of proper sleep before sighing, a slight frown appearing on his face as he feels the small, familiar tug of darkness.

"Are you okay?," you ask, not missing the change of emotions in him. Suguru looks at your worried expressions and sighs, he couldn't do it after all, at least not with the state he was in right now.

Suguru flashes an apologetic smile," I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to decline. I really need to catch up on my sleep but you could go ask Satoru or Shoko though, I'm sure they'd love to tag along." You give a quiet nod before looking down, tugging a few guilt strings in Suguru but he pushes it down, he really couldn't be with you when he was so...unstable.

"Oh well, nothing we can about that! Goodnight then...just ring me up if you change your mind!," you say quickly, looking back up as you wave at him and start to walk towards the opposite direction from where he came from. Suguru holds the urge to call you back as he watches your silhouette vanish in the turning before sighing again, only to see your head suddenly pop back out from the turning.

"Dont forget to ring me up if you do change your mind, okay?!," You yell before vanishing again, leaving a startled Suguru standing in the hallway. A laugh bubbles from within him as he stands laughing by himself in the hallway, entering his room with a smile on his face. He tucks himself to bed still chuckling, finally falling asleep with a small smile gracing his face.

The alarm rings.

Suguru groans, as he shuts the alarm with a thud and opens an eye to look at the time, 5 : 38 in the evening....

He lies in bed, wide awake...with nothing to do... before he realizes his own thought process, Suguru reaches for his phone and calls you. Your voice muttering a muffled greeting breaking him from his reverie as he returns the greeting, quickly putting you on speaker.

"Suguru? What's up? Need something?"

"Just wanted to ask if the ice rink offer was still up or am I too late for that?"

"It's still up! Are you sure though? I thought you wanted to catch up on your sleep, it's only been a few hours."

"I'm sure, I've slept enough for the day. I don't think I could sleep more even if I tried, so what's the timing?"

"It's opens at 7! We have more than enough time!," You chirp back, excitement apparent even from the other side of the speaker. He softly laughs at your ensuing excitement," That's great, I'll come pick you up around 6 : 40, then. Is that fine?"

"Totally!"

"Well then, I guess I'll see you again at 6:40."

"Yup! See ya' at 6 : 40!"

The call ends and slowly Suguru sits up, small bursts of excitement growing in him at the thought of spending time with you, he looks at the time again.

5 : 43, he grins, he better start hurrying up.

At exactly 6 : 40, there's a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You yell towards the door as you bend down to hurriedly tie your shoelaces. The door swings open and all you see at first was a pair of shoes walking towards the bed, looking up only to see an Suguru's amused gaze meet your frustrated ones.

"Can't ties your own laces?" He asks teasingly as he watches you continue to struggle, you mumble incoherent words at him which earns you a small amused snort from his side.

"It's refusing to co-operate right now! I swear the laces in my shoes somehow grows longer only when I'm in a hurry!," You grumble under your breathe as you struggle to tie the extra-long laces on your shoe properly without it flopping around.

Sensing your growing frustration, Suguru smiles and bends down to push your hands away," Let me do it, the day would be over by the time you tie it," he teases as he gets to work.

You sit up with a huff," I do know how to tie my laces, it's just refusing to co-operate with me right now!" He chuckles at your words before tapping your knees as he points towards his handiwork," Tada! You're all ready now."

You gape at the way the laces was tied into a clover-like shape,"Suguru, you have to teach me how to do that!" He chuckles at your words before pointing at the alarm clock besides your bed,"Maybe next time, though. We're getting late as it is."

You look at the time before quickly scrambling on your feet as you grab Suguru's hand and pulls him hurriedly out of the door and out the school compound," You should've mentioned that earlier!"

Suguru bursts into laughter behind you, struggling to catch up with all the laughing he was doing as you drag him behind you towards the station.

30 minutes and a settled-down Suguru later, you reach the ice-rink area. Grinning at him, you pull him inside, sighing with relief as the cold air washes over the both of you from the closed doors. The registration process didn't take long and soon enough, the both of you had already taken your shoes off inexchange for ice-blades instead.

Puttin' your orders down, you drag Suguru into the rink with a smile.

Knees weak and tumbling over in laughter, you look at the pile in the floor trying to get up only to fall down with a loud oof! Yet again, causing your laughter to double down.

"Suguru-," you wheeze out, taking in large gulps of air as you watch him hold the edge of the rink to support himself. He mumbles something incorrigible as he tries standing, causing you to break into fits of laughs again as you slide over to him.

"Glad I've been making you laugh," he says sarcastically while gingerly walking with the blades.

"You should've told me you couldn't skate, I'd have asked you to go out somewhere else if you did!" you say laughter dying out as you grab him by the arm and pull at him.

"Wait!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby"

You grab his hands and slowly pulls him towards the middle. With him still struggling to stand straight, you release his hands and grab him by the arm while using your other hand to straighten his back with a grin.

"See, it's not that hard once you get used to it!" You exclaim, letting go of his back. He looks at you amazed, slowly removing your hand from his arm and replacing it with his hands. The two of you mindlessly glide along the smooth ice, giggling like idiots and ignoring everyone else, lost in your own world as time seemingly passes by.

The bubble pops as the both of you hear the speaker announce the closing of the rink. The both of you take note of that and slides towards the door to get out of the rink, taking off the ice-skates and putting on normal shoes as you pack your stuffs back in your bag.

"Thanks"

"What for?"

"Taking me out, worryin' about me, handling my mood swings and other things," he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

You smile," it was no problem at all, really. Don't mind it."

He smiles back," At least, let me repay you then," your smile grows wider at that.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure"

"Then let's go get dinner, your treat!"

"Is that all? You don't want anything else?"

"Nuh-uh, just dinner."

He chuckles," Dinner it is."

He holds the door open for you, waiting for you to exit.

"So what do you want for dinner?"

"Steak, lots and lots of steak. I'm starving after all that skating, I do hope you bought enough cash with you cuz I'm gonna burn a hole through your wallet," you say with a chuckle, winking at him.

"I'm starting to regret my offer," Suguru fake groans, following behind you.

You chuckle at his reaction, halting your movements and holding out your hand for him to take," Well, let's hurry up! I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow!"

He fastens his pace and takes your cold hands into his while chuckling," Sure. I don't want you of all people to starve." You laugh at that, your voice echoing in the deserted area and Suguru joins in, your laughter infectious as a warm feeling slowly envelops him despite the chilly night.

Holding your icy hands into his, the ice around his heart slowly starts to melt.

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THIS WAS LONG BUT WORTH IT! TOOK ME A WHOLE WEEK TO WRITE THIS? I need a damn break (I'm kidding)

Masterlist

#nuhuhwinniepooh #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu geto #geto x reader #jjk geto #jjk x you #jjk x reader #geto x y/n #jjk suguru #suguru x reader #jjk fluff

[f1crecs]

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Logan/Oscar

nsfw: this is your life, don't play hard to get by @nothingelsematterswrites | E | 79.8k

Regency AU in which Oscar is the adopted omega son of alpha Mark Webber (who is in a closeted relationship with alpha David Coulthard). Oscar must marry and produce an heir in order to secure his future. Mark arranges a match with Logan, the second son of an American family.

What I liked about it: This fic is delightful, leaning into a number of my favourite tropes, especially arranged marriage and found family. Oscar is less than enthused about Logan to begin with. Poor Logan is head over heels for Oscar almost immediately. I also love the Webber household dynamics. Mark is a wonderful father (as is David, behind the scenes) and Logan, who is from a far less loving family, gains the affection and parental support he didn’t even know he was missing.

“And that will mean,” Mark’s tone was warm and teasing, “that there must be no more late-night visits, at least for now.” Oscar sat up, all trace of sleepiness evaporating in panic. “What?” His heart was pounding. His father knew? If his father knew, others might know. He could not have word getting out, he could not afford rumours to start – “Calm yourself, Oscar,” Mark soothed. “I am not upset.” “How - ” Oscar could barely speak through his panic. “How did you - ” Mark’s expression was amused. “You say you have known since you were twelve the truth of what lies between David and I, and yet you have never seen me go to my bedchamber with him; how do you think he comes to my room? He saw Logan the very first night. He is the only other who knows.”

Pierre/Yuki

baby, baby, can you hear me calling out your name? by yukierres | M | 7.6k

This fic is set a few years into the future. Pierre is an omega, a fact he conceals from almost everyone other than Charles, Esteban and his doctors. Yuki is an alpha, now well established at Mercedes, and Pierre has been attracted to him for years. Pierre is caught unawares by an early, intense heat and in confusion and distress he instinctively calls Yuki.

What I liked about it: I just love the relationship here. Yuki is calm and kind in the face of Pierre’s distress and anxiety, and Pierre finds support where he didn’t expect to find it. Pierre is very much in his own head about his omega status and he’s overdue to let someone in.

Fuck, his secret is out too. He can feel the anxiety and panic rising up through him, his body shutting down as he starts hyperventilating at the thought. What does he do now? He has kept it hidden for so long, and he has one moment of weakness and it was all for nothing. What if Yuki says something? He could lose his seat, his career - merde! The tears flow thick and fast, the sobs hiccuping out of his system as he starts to mourn the loss of everything already, too stressed out to notice the figure entering the room and sitting down at the end of the bed, a strong hand reaching out and resting on his ankles, a comforting weight that wakes him up to reality. “Yuki!,” he exclaims with a strangled cry, crawling up to the pillows, dragging the duvet with him to cover his modesty, or whatever is left of it. God, Yuki came and saw him like that. Did Yuki – ? His clothes from before are still all on and sweat-damp, it doesn’t feel like someone removed them at any point. He wouldn’t, would he? Yuki would never do that, he has always been so respectful to everyone around him, omega or not. He instinctively knows he never would touch him without consent, and trusts him wholeheartedly. “Yuki, please - please -, I am so sorry, merde! Mon Dieu! Please, you have to forgive - please don’t say anything -” he stumbles out, a wrangled confused mess of speech falling from his lips in panic. "Pierre," he says and it's so full of kindness that Pierre is bewildered by it, silencing him momentarily to stare back at him “I made you some tea? Do you feel well enough to drink it?”

Charles/Pierre

blueprint by ions | M | 1.9k

Charles has always thought he's a beta, but then he suddenly presents as an omega, and there's only one alpha he wants. The "thought I was a beta, until..." trope is one of my personal favourites for omegaverse, and it's captured perfectly for Piarles in this fic. I love the way this fic paints such a vivid picture of the omegaverse F1 world, and the detail it builds into the characterisation and worldbuilding. The writing style is toned-down but so very effective, and this author captures the nuances of Pierre and Charles' relationship in a way that's truly beautiful. I still think of some of the lines in this fic as cornerstones for characterisation of the Piarles dynamic!

Pierre looks surprised for a split-second, like Charles isn't spread out beneath him. Like he hasn't just needed to ask this whole time. Pierre nods, brow furrowed like it always does when he's bothered with something, whether it was an issue with the karts as kids or more political in-fighting from inside Red Bull. Charles can't help but reach out and gently touch the skin there, Pierre's face finally relaxing. "Please," Charles says again. He hates how whiny it comes out, like a little kid tugging his big brother's sleeve again. When Pierre had jumped to single-seaters early, Charles hated being just Pierre's little friend when he went to the races. Charles doesn't know why. He has always been Pierre's.

thanks to @lydia-petze and @singsweetmelodies for compiling this weeks list! 🤍

#driver:logan #driver:oscar #driver:pierre #driver:yuki #driver:charles #pairing:logan/oscar #pairing:pierre/yuki #pairing:charles/pierre #'megaverse monday #trope:a/b/o

[sexysilverstrider]

i bring my kieran thoughts to you once more but this one involves arven. i think its *so funny* when people do a love triangle with kieran, arven, and juli because they always portray kieran as this super jealous guy and arven as a clueless sweet himbo. i dont believe that. look back at how hard arven asserts in area zero that HES your best friend and NO ONE ELSE and you have SUCH A GREAT BOND. (1/2)

personally i see both arven and kieran to be clingy and easily jealous but each have their own way of jealousy.

like arven asserts his friendship with aoi. yes. but he doesnt realize how deep his feelings are for aoi until like later/when the situation calls where aoi is talking abt romantic feelings to another person. yes hes clingy to her but clingy in a way like 'THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND. SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND. MY BESTEST FRIEND. MY BEST FRIEND. DID I REMIND YOU GUYS THAT SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND. SHES SO COOL. MY BEST FRIEND.' like man went through so much grief in his childhood that the trauma has shaped him without realizing it. aoi has always been there for and with him BUT he also sees her bond with penny and nemona and besides him calling himself aois bestest friend he thinks nothing of it.

until kieran comes into the picture

arven gets jealous. definitely. but his jealousy is. safer in a sense. he gets anxious and nervous and just the fear of losing someone dear again really can make a grown man panic. he'll realize his feelings and tries to win her before its too late.

now kieran. kieran is literally the blueprint for any yandere trope. he was obsessed with ogerpon. he then got obssessed with beating and wanting to be like aoi. we have literal dialogues about how he got aoi in the brain. aoi became the sole reason he made a 180. aoi changed him in the worst way possible.

of course flash forward to the post dlc. he definitely lets it all go (as he said) but i see it as he slooowly gets over the process. hes taking a leave of absence after all kieran baby come back so he needs to therapy time to think back and redeem himself. hes slowly reverting back to his timid sweet self but heres the shtick: only to aoi

hes gain a reputation to be ruthless and cold. while hes not that anymore people still either fear or respect or hate him. hes calm at best or indifferent at worst. but to aoi? thats when people gets to see his sweetest. and to people flirting with aoi? thats when people gets to see his worst.

he still has that obsessive tendencies. he still has possessive tendencies. kieran will definitely assert his dominance over aois attention. sometimes subtle. sometimes not. im not talking volo levels of obsession of course but hes still a cunning boy and the best part is he doesnt even realize it. he loves aoi A LOT and he will not make the same mistake that causes him to lose her or this new bond they share.

anon i hear you aois bond with arven is way stronger and meaningful but kieran doesnt know that. and even if he does he does not care. aoi was kierans first love and its love at first sight. shes everything he ever wants to be and now shes everything he ever wants

#of course arven is not a clueless himbo #hes still the jealous type but the type that becomes vulnerable and he starts to doubt himself and has dreaded fear of losing her #while kierans jealousy is the type where boy can just lose it part 2 #while he stays calm around aoi he will show his dominance towards his rivals #n that fear of losing her is just as tenfold #sorry anon while i do agree about arven being just as clingy #kieran isnt going down without a fight lol #theres a reason why there are so many jealous kieran fanarts in the jpnese side #kieran is just kanato kidzbop #ask #anon #about pokemon

[zoethespiritwolf]

Sweater weather - Jack frost x female! reader

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Ship: Jack Frost x reader

Warnings: None? Maybe a bit of deprecating thoughts and bad writing, but other than that, nothing more

Genre: Enemies to lovers (kinda)

Fic type: Scenario

A/n: Based on this request. Am I a little obsessed with the trope 'morally grey character turns from villain to hero', especially if it's about ROTG? Absolutely!

Also, this is a relatively short oneshot. Please forgive me, I just got back from a major writer's block so I'm a bit out of practice.

But regardless of that, I truly hope you have a wonderful day and have a friendly dog or cat come up to you to share some love! <3

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I never had the heart to tell him that he didn't help when my hands got cold.

Even before all of this mess, he would see my hands freezing and offer to warm them up by placing them in the large front pocket of his hoodie. If it were anyone else, it probably would've helped.

But this was Jack Frost we are talking about. The boy who nips your nose in the winter and brings winter and ice wherever he goes. Who's body is just as cold as snow itself.

And yet I still let him put my freezing hands near his body. Because despite my mind screaming at me not to get attached to him, I still managed to fall for him.

Even now, as we both lay in the deep ravine, both being betrayed and abandoned by Pitch with no way of escaping, he still takes his slightly frost-covered hands and brings them to his pocket.

"Come on," he tiredly sighs, bringing me closer to his body, one of his hands still holding mine in his pocket, "your hands are cold."

"It's too cold for us here," I shifted around a bit, in an attempt to look like the position was uncomfortable, rather than give away that I was nearly freezing to death, "I doubt this will do much."

The boy didn't say anything, just leaned back against the side of the ravine, holding me close, the cold slowly seeping into our bones.

And as the silence enveloped us, I started to wonder - why, after everything that I had done, after betraying you, do you still offer to warm my hands?

That after I made you believe that I was your friend who shared your beliefs, after joining Pitch Black the very second I was offered power, recognition, and the possibility to finally be seen, after helping Pitch bring down and destroy everything that was dear to his new friends, the Guardians, after deliberately betraying him for my own selfish gain... he still tried to warm my cold hands with his body.

Just like none of this happened before.

What do you see in me to offer me such kindness?

"You stole my heart," Jack's words made me jump, startling out of my thoughts as I jerked away from him, "And even after everything you did, after ...."

I could see his beautiful blue eyes darken, they reminded me of black eyes - dangerous, if you were not careful. And just as they darkened and the momentary pause stretched on, I could feel the heaviness in my chest become tighter, my guilt rs=ising up my throat like bile.

"After siding with him, I still can't find it within myself to hate you."

"Because I know you were fooled like I was. And most importantly," Jack continued on, slowly tracing patterns on my cold hands with his thumb before looking up, "Because I still love you."

#fanfiction #x reader #jack frost x reader #jack frost #rotg #xreader #rise of the guardians #rotg jack frost

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

This might be a long shot, but I just finished going through the old “Emissary Stiles” tag on the tag page, and I’m wondering if there happens to be any new fics based off some in the tag. I’m specifically looking for there to be some kind of supernatural convention, the Hale and McCall Packs to be separate, with the McCall Pack holding BH territory and being considered popular/badass and then Derek being super into Stiles? If there’s nothing new, then could you choose a tag/trope that you really love and update it?

I got emissary!stiles and werewolf con.

Convention by Riera Drabbles (rieraclaelin)

(1/1 I 100 I General)

Drabble based off the words evening, amuse, realize.

A Worthy Mate by Star_crossed02 

(1/1 I 779 I Teen)

It was a boy. A beautiful, fussy-haired mess of hormonal energy and genuine enjoyment. His eyes were pools of molten lava as the sunlight fell upon him, his hair just begging to be ruffled and his neck was long, thin and inviting.

OR

The one where Derek gets jealous and finally pulls his head out of his ass.

Snake Oil And Mustard Seeds by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 1,201 I Teen)

Stiles has always wondered why some of his potions fail so spectacularly

Turns out, "Eye Of Newt" actually means "mustard seed", go figure! Boy is he going to have fun with this information

Indulgence by Inell 

(1/1 I 2,500 I Explicit)

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

you in my bed by wulfnerd (nerdwrites)

(1/1 I 2,950 I Mature)

Stiles and Derek arrive at a special summit. There may be a little problem with their reservation.

Life has a Funny Way of Working by AJenno

(5/5 I 5,493 I Mature)

Stiles and Derek are in love okay? Like married/mated/forever together in love. They're great at communicating and always expressing themselves to each other. After all, it was a long road to get to where they are now so they're happy. And sometimes, life has a way of throwing obstacles at people. Now, life throws a particular obstacle in Derek and Stiles' way that they weren't expecting but hey, they know how to adapt. (Also there's a conference and Stiles is great at storytelling, especially with kids)

my best decision (has yet to be made) by only_one_word

(1/1 I 6,563 I Teen)

Stiles knows a couple things about Derek: Derek doesn’t like to speak in full sentences in the morning Similarly, he doesn’t like asking for help

Gods and Monsters by lavieboheme0919

(18/18 I 86,946 I Mature)

Derek and Stiles had a happy marriage and two kids. Derek was the Alpha of Beacon Hills and Stiles was his emissary, having gained vast control of magic through a rather dangerous means. One night, Derek has a moment of weakness and sleeps with a former flame. Stiles, in his drunken anger, does the same. Now their relationship is on the brink of an end. Both men still love each other, but the pain and lack of trust threaten to rip everything they've worked for to utter shreds. Meanwhile a dangerous force is looming. Can Stiles and Derek save their marriage while still trying to save the people of Beacon Hills?

run and hide by whiry

(36/36 I 174,966 I Teen)

"Unlike Derek, Stiles still remembers the first time they met. He remembers the confusion at the pull in his chest, tugging him to the boy with big ears and light eyes. He’d been in the grocery store with his mother and Derek with his, and they had all been minding their business, but Stiles had a niggling in the back of his head directing him toward Derek. And when their eyes met for the first time? Stiles’ heart about exploded. He remembers grabbing his chest and gasping and his mother running over and Derek’s mother running over. The boys didn’t even say anything, and poor Derek looked so confused, and Talia and Claudia simply looked at their boys, looked at each other, and immediately set up a time to meet. And that was how it started."

or, stiles and derek suck at being mates, a new threat comes to town, and stiles has to desperately try to save everything he's ever loved from total destruction all while trying to get through his sophomore year unscathed.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #emissary!stiles #anon

[sugarsfics]

Comfort Food

Summary: Comfort food makes everything better. 

Trope: Eddie x girlfriend!reader 

A/N: Sorry for the late post :/

Warning: crying, talks of Eddie's dad, sad Eddie, hurt to comfort , kissing, one cuss word. 

Word count: 1.0k 

30 Day Challenge: Day 8 Send Request <3 

Eddie wasn’t having the best week. The van broke down, his boss was on vacation leaving the assistant manager in charge who hates Eddie for some reason, the soles of his favorite pair of shoes ripped, when he was leaving Tuesday night for your date his battle vest caught on to the door knob a made a hole, he forgot his wallet on the date and felt like a dick for having you pay. And so much more. He was just over this week, waiting for Friday then he would be at your house in your arms, just you and him. All weekend. You could tell how stressed Eddie was on your date, the way he hugged you a little tightly and longer, the way he would run his hands through hair talking about his week. You could see the pain in his face when he talked about the van and work, how you wanted to take all that stress away and hold him.  

You lived in a small studio apartment in the city, it was a three-hour drive from Hawkins, so Tuesdays were your date nights. You had only one class in the morning then no class on Wednesday so the drive wouldn’t be rushed. Your spring break was this coming week, so you asked Eddie if he wanted to stay with you for the week. He had to request the days off and get approved, but luckily, with all his sick days he didn’t use, he got the week off. Over the year you guys have been together you learn all about him and his love for food. That boy can eat. You seen it with your own eyes, at buffets he would have 9 plates then still have room for dessert then would get home and have a snack. You’re jealous of him because it eats so much and doesn’t gain a pound. He loves his snacks, your cupboard is now stocked up with his favorite, his favorite beer is in the fridge along with his favorite sodas. Sheets cleaned nice and warm from the dryer; movies ready. Now onto making dinner, at first you wanted to be extra and make an extravagant dinner, but the way Eddie was feeling he needed comfort food. His comfort food. 

Eddie was finally off work; he hoped his bad luck was coming to an end. NOPE. He was stuck in traffic. And while fixing the van he decided to clean it and took out his tapes, which he forgot to put back in, so the radio station was just static. The longest drive of his life. He saw a store and wanted to buy you flowers, but it was closed, it seemed to have everything single store he went to was closed. His luck came to him when they were a family off the side of the road selling flowers, he got the biggest bouquet that they had. He sighed with relief when your apartment came to view. He parked right next to yours, getting his bag and the flowers out. 

He opened your door and the smell hit him Mac and Cheese, you rounded the corner with open arms “Hi baby” he fell into your arms and started to cry “Let it out” you said while stroking his hair “I got you” “This is the nicest thing anyone as done for me” he said in between sniffles. When all his tears came out, he wiped his nose “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have cried” “It is good to cry you need to let the emotions out” his dad would tell him that crying is a sign of weakness and men aren’t weak “Come on let’s go eat” you took his hand a brought him to the dining table. A hot bowl of Mac and cheese. He kisses your lips then dug in. He moaned at the first bite he took “This is so fucking good” he said we a cheesy smile “I’m glad I made it just for you” you cooed wiping his chin.  

After three bowls of Mac and Cheese you both showered together, nothing sexual, just showered washing each other hair and body it was another type of love that you have never felt before. You both dried off the put on your sleeping clothes, yours was a pair of shorts and a shirt, his was boxers. You pulled out your bed, then fixed it all up, Eddie immediately jumped on it bringing you down to him “Thank you” he said “It was nothing” “No it was everything for me” he said tearing up you wiped those tears that fell a brought him closer “This week was so hard” he began “I don’t know what even happened there was so much then you my angel were there for me you are here for me” he sniffed “You did this for me you care for me so much and I don’t know what I did to deserve you” “Aw baby come here” you brought him even closer, if that was possible, he couldn’t stop crying, he felt so weak, those words replay in his mind men shouldn’t cry, but it was like you where she knight in shining armor slaying those words with your own its ok to cry let it out. He felt peace, he felt whole with you.  

He woke up with puffy eyes, you quickly ran to the freezer to grab your small ice packets for your eyes. You had him lay back that you put them on “There cold” “Well duh” “What is the point of this” “Your eyes are puffy so this will bring down the swelling” five minutes later “I'm bored” you lifted his head and brought it into your lap “This what it would be like” “huh?” “When we move in together is this how it would be” “Me? taking care of you? probably” “I like it” He couldn't wait to make that a reality.

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie fluff #eddie oneshot #eddie is so in love #eddie imagine #eddie fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #sugarsfics #eddie my love #eddie munson fandom #stranger things #eddie hurt to comfort

[chitinleg]

so if someone was theoretically going to write a fic based off of the tags on that one very excellent garashir artwork you did... what would be a suitable villain role and/or scheme for garak to play? i know basically nothing about spy media and even less about james bond. i googled "most homoerotic james bond villain" and that was interesting but not helpful for this scenario... idk i want to really do this justice so i figured i could ask, since you came up with the idea in the first place and i guess that means this is a gift for you? and everyone else who liked that piece? thank you for your time :)

this is SUCH a charming question to receive!!! it's an honor that my art might inspire others to create! that said, here is my advice: i think you should follow your heart, mainly! i say this to everyone about everything but its very true, with writing especially, i think, you might want to write things that are especially interesting to you so that its exciting to keep going with them

personally, i don't watch a lot of spy media, i disliked james bond as a kid and i still dislike him now, so the character archetypes and plots from that wouldn't interest me enough to write a fanfic off of—i could read ds9 fic based off of them easily bc i love the ds9 characters!!! but. i couldn't write like that. therefore, i can't give you useful answers from that canon. i can give you this, but i don't know if it will be helpful: i think i would first start with the question—what about garak excites you? what puts you on the edge of your seat with him? what about julian—what actions do you like to see him take? what decisions of his make you giddy? how do you like to dig into his character? how do you like to dig into garak's? if you write down the answers to your question, it becomes the puzzle of how you can get everything you want out of the fic. the beautiful thing about the holosuite is that anything can happen at all, and while you're telling a spy story, it doesn't have to all be spy tropes. you could, if you wanted, play out a shakespeare play (your favorite shakespeare play, assuming you don't hate them all) as if it were a spy thriller! Sure, what's Twelfth Night as a spy thriller? We already have many characters playing with the fluidity of identity, going by different names, taking on different roles, gaining trust and acting on their own best interests. Just raise the stakes a little. is this insane? i feel insane. is it worth anything? i hope so. my ending point is: i am not so good at writing advice! i'm a much better drawer than a worder, but it's a gift already that you've said my art has motivated your desire to create!!!!!!!!! from there on—don't worry about what i want at all, don't worry about doing my work justice!!! take what excites you about the idea, take what excites you from your own ideas, and build it into something that makes you giddy to work on!!! i believe in you, and you have the world at your fingertips!!!!!!

#communications #midnightcommittee #it's a big beautiful world and it is gift enough that my artwork makes you want to create! #a small connection of beauty and meaning through the vastness of life! #follow your heart and create something that makes you even more excited than my art! get self indulgent! thats the best gift you could give #what draws me about garak and bashirs relationship i think is that bashir likes to solve puzzles. and garak likes to give him puzzles #he delights in bashirs quickness and bashir delights in showing off his quickness—being challenged and measuring up #and then. and then—once they reach that point. bashir takes even better delight in flipping the tables—he doesn't give garak a puzzle #but he likes to get garak off his footing. he likes. (i think) to be the puzzle that garak is now trying to solve. #theyre very playful. they love games. they love to play them together. #you don't have to use any of that in your fic but in case you needed some more thoughts to springboard off of—i hope they help! #i hope anything that ive said has been useful honestly #REGARDLESS: good luck! thank you for telling me my artwork inspired you! i wish u good luck and easy writing! #and i hope to read ur fic one day :D

[sterekchub]

I really like the idea of stiles coming from a relationship with a feeder that just didn't work out and now he's like shit, I'm never going to find anyone that likes this again. Enter Derek, who loves stiles' round gut and soft body and is very into the idea of helping him grow more. Stiles can't really believe it at first but here's Derek handfeeding stiles bite after bite of fattening Chinese food and ice cream and cake until he's too full to move and yeah, stiles is so on board with this.

Yes I LOVE this idea always. Stiles goes to the FBI away from the pack and discovers…a lot about himself. Maybe starts a gainer blog, meets his boyfriend…and eventually they break up and the Sheriff’s increasing age and supernatural threats being Stiles back to Beacon hills…

Sadly single and with a ache for someone to feed him and fatten him. And he hasn’t gained that much. Maybe 75pounds in the 2 years he’s been gone, enough to pack on a solid belly and his face softens a bit, but he’s still just chubby. (Not at all as big as those pictures Stiles jerks off to while he’s shoveling fries into his mouth, wondering what it would be like to have hundreds and hundreds of pounds hanging heavily off how frame).

But back among all the wolves? Stiles looks downright fat. He doesn’t let the looks or comments bother him- he knows what he’s into and who he is, and like hell he’s going to turn down more dessert because his dad tells him looks like “he enjoyed himself” in his time away.

The only one who confuses him is Derek. Who keeps sliding his leftovers over to Stiles- when he knows the wolves have an appetite even bigger than his- or who innocently drops by to “check in” on him and then suggests they order takeout. If it was anyone else, Stiles would immediately peg them as a feeder. But there’s no way “I live off push-ups and lean chicken” Derek Hale is getting off watching Stiles eat his weight in Chinese takeout.

Except he is. And it’s so painfully obvious Stiles eventually says something, probably hidden as a joke “Does this make me the big bad wolf’s little pig?”

Derek feeds him another crab Rangoon and squeezes his belly.

“There’s nothing *little* about you, Stiles.”

“Does that mean I shouldn’t gain more, then?”

Derek stops breathing for a moment and looks at Stiles and what he’s offering and just growls “I think you should never stop.”

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And I also stand by one of my other favorite tropes which- is Derek being obsessed with human!Stiles and how he gains. Everything a werewolf doesn’t experience…The stretch marks that explode literally everywhere- places Derek didn’t even know COULD get stretchmarks. The way Stiles’ seems to be full beyond belief, eyes glazed over, belly visibly rounder in his lap…and yet he still tells Derek he can handle a few more bites. Starts out eating even *Scott* at pack dinners, which Derek is waaay too proud of.

Seeing Stiles struggling to get up because he’s so full, waiting for the day he starts actually outgrowing some of their furniture, never mind just his clothes. Listening to the wheezing, out of shape panting as Stiles has to waddle around hauling more and more weight on his frame. Derek obsessively catalogues everything- not just the numbers on the scale but how every part of Stiles from his double chin to his sausage like fingers and toes are just…expanding with fat and neither of them can get enough.

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member x sunwoo | wc. 339

genres/tropes: spy!au, angst, confessions

mentions of/warnings: blood, injury

Your hands are shaking, training barely keeping you together.  You fear you may simply shatter apart, fraying at the edges until there is nothing but small pieces of you left.  You can't even keep your voice still anymore.

What kind of spy are you?

“You aren’t going to die, Sunwoo.”  Even with the tears in your voice, the sobs wedged in the back of your throat, it sounds like an order.

“Kiss me,” Sunwoo says instead.  He looks up at you with soft eyes, something you find odd given the stab wound in his stomach and his blood beneath your nails.  “Just once.”

“You aren't going to die!” A single hiccup at the end of your words, and now you’re fighting, blinking back tears so you can see.  “I won't let you…”

Sunwoo reaches up with a tired sigh, barely any energy left to give, and caresses your cheek.  You lean into him, give into the cravings that have been following your thoughts.  You fear that if you give in too much, though, you’ll gain a taste for something you can’t ever have again. 

“I won’t kiss you,” you state around your sobs, “because you’re going to live and be okay and take me on a wildly normal date.  You’ll pick me up, and bring me my favorite flowers, and we’ll go to dinner.  Maybe a movie.  You bring me home, and kiss me at the door, and say–”

“I love you,” he says, his hand leaving your cheek to fall down on his chest.  “I don’t have to wait to say that.  I love you with everything that’s worthy in me.”

“All of you is worthy…”

You’re trying to find the next word, but you’re being pulled away.  The medic team had arrived, the sound of sirens bleeds into your senses.  You try to fight, to stay by his side, but it’s too late.  He’s left, swept away by people who can actually help him. 

There’s nothing left for you to do. 

You didn’t even say it back.

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