#ok i’m in lighting and a stage manager

[sharkorok]

“did you drink water?” (enha)

or where enhypen reacts to their idol!s/o passing out

cw/genre: fainting, mostly fluff but reader is hard on themself

requested: yassss :D

a/n: why does it feel like a year since I last posted lolol srry but papa sharkie’s home now

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heeseung

-ok so it happened at a music festival you both were attending, n after his performances were done he decided to visit you !!

-you looked pale and he was worried but he understood how both of your careers work, until you missed a step and fell down, slumping on the floor

-he had to fight every single nerve in his body, he wanted to run to you and check on you, he was so nervous :(

-the second you were backstage and no cameras were around he was all over you, he got you water and some snacks from food vendors, laying you down and playing with your hair while some medical staff made sure you’re alright

-kisses you all over and takes ur phone so you can’t look at twitter so you don’t see any posts being mean or u get embarrassed

-he’s so so so comforting and he refuses to leave ur side until staff pries him off

-expect him to visit your hotel and hold you until you fall asleep, esp if u were nauseous !

-ur members gush that he stayed with u the whole night until his manager found him

jay

-awards show rehearsals and stage prep, groups were mingling around the venue, while your’s was getting their mics checked and stuff

-you want to put your full effort in, even if it was just rehearsals and mic checks, especially to impress ur boyfie lol <3

-but you served too hard and you stumbled, falling over as your members rushed to catch you, Jay practically jumping from where he was sitting

-he runs backstage and he’s taking care of u, chilled water bottle and a cold towel around your neck, making sure staff is checking on you and asking every few seconds about what happened exactly

-and if u try to say something? “shhh baby, don’t talk right now.”

-gets so >:[ if you even try to suggest you continuing to perform!

-“jay, I feel better, I can take a ten minute stage.” “nuh-uh.” and ur just like omfg this boy

-so begrudgingly you stay behind during the live performance, and jay promises you that you didn’t let anyone down, your health is the top priority

jake

-nearly exposes your relationship with his reaction (I’m gonna be honest I’m out of scenarios so sorry)

-he practically jumps out of his seat the second you collapse on stage, jay grabbing his wrist and gesturing towards the cameras focused on them

-“I can’t just not see them!” “I know, but staff will take care of y/n. Let’s just wait for attendees to leave.” jay reassured, but jake still wasn’t happy

-he was gripping the seats trying not to run to you immediately

-and the second he can see you again?? he makes sure to ask staff what he can do to help you, and if you’re alright and he’s constantly kissing the back of your hand

-“no baby, don’t get up just yet, wait until we get the clear from staff ok?”

-you’re so EMBARRASSED!! so ur like hiding in his shoulder, trying not to cry

-he’s hyping you up tho and trying to bring some light to the situation like, “wow you performed so well that even ur own body couldn’t handle it babe”

-sneaks into ur company van so he can make sure ur okay on the way home LMAO

sunghoon

-there’s a fancam out there of his reaction to you fainting on stage where you can clearly see him saying “oh shit”

-nervously looking at his members w an evident side eye as if he’s asking if he should pull a k drama moment and run up there to hold you or if he should keep his job

-so so so nervous that it might be something more serious, or you could’ve fallen in a way that got you a head injury, or maybe it just so embarrassed that you’ll faint again once u wake up who knows

-my king of overthinking

-but doesn’t want to worry you or make it a big deal because he understands how that can make someone feel worse LMAO

-“omg y/n you fainted?? I didn’t even notice ong you’re so professional babe 😍😍”

-doesn’t really know how to help you so he’s awkwardly standing around staff while offering the occasional “whooo you can do it y/n!!” tryna be supportive 💀

-once ur better he feels more comfortable taking you out for some comfort food and supplies a ton of kisses

sunoo

-ok this has been on my mind the entire time while I was writing this but he’d def argue w people online if “lazy” or “unprofessional” accusations started popping up

-he probably already has a fan acc he uses to stalk posts pertaining him or you, n he’s pressed when he sees a tabloid accusing you of being lazy

-you come home after a quick check up to see him furiously typing on the couch b4 he looks up to you and gets all smiley again

-so so so supportive and also distracts you from the situation so you don’t have to think about it :>

-“shhh don’t look at Twitter let’s just watch this cute little show together ok? :)”

-keeps an extra close eye on ur Twitter feed for the next few days

-and an even closer eye on ur health! switches out any dietary supplements u take for multivitamins n fights w staff if they try to continue a restrictive diet on you

-ensures you’ll never faint again to the best of his ability

jungwon

-literally the second u woke up it was “did you drink enough water today??”

-you thought u died and ascended to heaven and you were looking at an angel but it was just jungwon worriedly staring at you

-doesn’t want to seem immature by hounding staff to ask questions, but truthfully, he wants to grab them by the shoulders and freak out

-but he wants to be strong for u!! and so he grabs you the best water bottle, some snacks for your blood sugar, and a fan in order to help you recover

-is so comforting about it, reassures you that this is going to happen to basically every idol, he’s so sweet I’m going to cry.

-sends a bouquet to the dorms later on with a “hope you feel better!” card T^T

niki

-he’s so worried about you but he could tell with the recent dating rumors between you two he has to stay as calm as possible, in case fans were trying to film his reaction

-another idol tried to invite him to the after party but he’s nowhere to be found, practically sprinting backstage to check on you

-“babe omg u literally fell for me…” <- the first thing he says upon seeing you -_- lolol

-doesn’t really know how to act in front of management and staff, so once you two are in a more private space he’s all over you

-checking your temp, elevating your head, googling how to help someone recovery from fainting LMAO

-“trust I’ll report every single fancam I see” <- him if u say ur embarrassed about passing out on stage

-sweet boy flies off of the couch you’re laying on the second ur manager comes in tho lol, expect him to visit later tonight to properly make sure ur ok! <3

[dallaji]

can you do bada lee smut, where bada wants to film while 🤟🏻 with reader HEHE i'm gonna leave the others to u:*

♡ bada lee x idol!reader / NSFW❗

WORD COUNT: 5k

CW: exactly what it sounds like tbh!! established relationship, porn without plot, once again giver!bada, filming 🔞 (consensually)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is loosely a part two of this / "Hope we make it to the Cloud". i received these two requests and felt they were alike enough to "combine" the two, hopefully that's ok! 🩷 thanks for the request and hope you enjoy. (ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆

Living alone wasn’t so bad.

When spending a long month performing, interacting with hundreds of people every day and flitting from one schedule to the other, getting to wind down in the comforts of your humble apartment almost felt like a privilege. And as soon as your promotions had ended, you had to take the time to get reacquainted with the place that you called home; time spent away, sleeping in cars or planes, almost made you forget what it felt like to have your own bed. 

Sometimes you felt pangs of loneliness, when you were no longer experiencing the rush of backstage and the fleeting interactions with other celebrities, some of whom you now considered friends. The feeling was especially present when you were on break, fighting the urge to get a pet to keep you company on several occasions. Though calling it a “break” was a bit premature, your team always surprising with a last minute schedule on your calendar. 

Still, living alone wasn’t so bad when you finally got a break from bright stage lights, sore limbs and buzzing eardrums. 

Besides, you aren't so lonely nowadays.

It was the middle of the day and you were watching a game show, feet propped up on the table and hair tied together, when you heard your front door unlock. 

“Honey, I’m home,” A tired voice sounded.

Tossing the spare key you had given her a few weeks prior into the little bowl on the table next to the door, Bada entered the room with the nonchalance only a person who spent a lot of time here could have. And well, she did spend a lot of time here.

As you beamed up at her from your seat, Bada was kicking her shoes off: donned in her practice cargos and a comfortable sweater, she looked as effortlessly attractive as ever. If you didn’t know her well enough by now, you would’ve almost missed the metaphorical thunder cloud hanging over her head.

You patted your lap eagerly. “C’mere!”

And with quick shuffling footsteps, Bada made a beeline for where you were seated, first dropping her backpack to the floor with a sigh and then unceremoniously flopping onto the couch, her head snuggling into your lap.

Your hands immediately caressed along her face, fingers gently pushing her bangs aside as you ran them through the pink streaks. 

“Long day?” You asked as you fanned her hair over your lap, combing through and detangling the knots.

Her eyes were shut, zoning in on your soothing touches. “Maybe I need a manager,” She muttered quietly, “I don’t know why I thought three choreo sessions in one day would be doable.”

You placed your forefinger between her eyebrows, smoothing over the frown that had started to form there. “Try not to hire mine. Before you know it, three sessions become six.”

Bada laughed at that, eyes opening to gaze up at you affectionately. “Missed you.” She mumbled, head turning to nuzzle into the palm of your hand.

“Is that so?”

She sat up slowly upon hearing your playful words, turning to face you with half-lidded eyes. Leaning in, gaze dropping to your lips, she placed her hand atop your thigh and gave it a firm, meaningful squeeze. “Want me to show you how much I missed you?”

You held your breath expectantly, leaning closer with a barely-there nod as Bada inched towards you to close the gap; she tilted her head and your eyes fluttered shut.

But then, the growling of a stomach sounded through the room.

Bada groaned as you erupted into giggles, shoving her off of you: “Please go eat! There’s some leftover rice and salmon in the kitchen.”

Her disgruntlement faded immediately at your words and she swept down to press a peck to your lips. “You’re the best.” 

“I know...” You hummed against her mouth, tugging her down again to steal seconds, feeling self-satisfied when Bada complied without hesitation.

You let her scurry off to the kitchen with a smitten grin plastered across your face.

“Did you finish the routine for that boy group?” You asked, watching her scavenge with your chin propped on the palm of your hand.

Bada dug into the rice cooker as she nodded, already chewing on a piece of salmon: “Yeah, it came together nicely! Wanna see?”

Clasping your hands together, you perked up. “Yes, please!”

“Laptop’s in my bag. All my recent recordings should be on it.” 

Bending over to unzip her backpack, you carefully pulled her laptop out and set it on your lap. You heard Bada heat up the remaining salmon as you booted up the computer. Her password was just her birthday, which she had sheepishly confessed to when you were still practicing your choreography together. As you opened her files, a screen popping up with over fifty recordings, Bada came to stand behind you, shoveling food into her mouth as if the bowl would sprout legs and run away from her. 

You scrolled through the recordings, which were arranged chronologically, until you noticed a thumbnail with a very familiar practice room.

As your mouth fell open in disbelief, your mouse hovered over the picture of what was undoubtedly Bada hunched over you in front of your practice room’s mirror; both your backs turned to the camera, but the scene all too recognizable. 

You didn’t know why, but you felt your lower stomach warm up at the thought of her having kept the recording. You barely registered the audible gasp behind you, and you turned around.

Bada was frozen in her tracks, chopsticks motionless at her lips as she stared at the laptop on your lap. 

“Oh my god, I—” She began, eyes searching the room for a place to set her bowl down as your eyes scrutinized her, “I could’ve sworn I deleted that! How did that— How did that get on my laptop?” She was stumbling over her words, and always had been a terrible liar.

You wordlessly navigated to the top of the screen and clicked on ‘Sort by last opened’, the videos reorganizing at your command.

The video was the third one on the list, even though it was over two months old. Once again your stomach curled, face heating up at the implication spread out in front of you.

Bada pressed her lips together in a fine line, face beet red as she was unable to meet your eyes, entirely unaware of your inner turmoil and instead cowering away from you. “I’m sorry, you— you can delete it. I shouldn’t have—”

“I never told you to delete it, back then.” You cut in hurriedly, and it was true, but you felt embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth all the same. “You’ve watched it?”

Bada stared at you in bewilderment, but she nodded, perhaps comforted by your words and thus no longer seeing the point in lying: “Several times.” She admitted bashfully, gaze moving back to the laptop.

You felt lightheaded, briefly imagining Bada alone in her studio with her hand between her legs and her eyes glued to the screen. 

“Oh,” You responded, “Why didn’t you...?” Unsure of how you were even trying to finish that sentence, you trailed off.

“We’ve just been so busy…” She said, sounding solemn, leaning over the backrest of the couch as her arms draped themselves over your shoulders. You leaned back into her embrace, your hands curling over her arms. 

It was true: between a grueling comeback schedule and the heightening demand for Bada, especially following the release of your single, made it difficult to see each other regularly. Bada had visited you backstage a handful of times, the both of you savoring your short moments together, hungry lips meeting while hiding away in your dressing room, until you were inevitably whisked away for your next schedule. Similarly, you dropped by her studio whenever there was an opening on your calendar, but the curious eyes of her students made it difficult to do much of anything. It was then when you had given her a spare key to your apartment, hoping you could meet each other halfway more often.

“I miss you so much.” She murmured, cheek resting against your temple, and the way she said it left you breathless. It had a hidden meaning to it, clear to no one but you. It almost sounded like a plea with the way she nosed into you.

“You were gonna show me how much you missed me.” You whispered, angling your head to look up at her properly. Her eyes were already on you, gaze heavy. You didn’t have to say the words back to her with the way you looked at her.

She barely gave you a moment to let the words hang in the air before she pressed her lips against yours with a desperate inhale, hand curling over the crook of your neck. The position you were in brought you right back to your first time together; Bada crowding over you with an insatiableness she only reserved for you as your mouths fit together, her warmth washing over you. You felt her nails scrape along the nape of your neck, her lips parting against yours, pleading, as you slipped your tongue past. She hummed pleasantly, lips closing around the wet muscle and sucking as her fingers dug into your hair.

Suddenly overwhelmed with the need of wanting her all over you, the couch separating your body from the comfort of her lean figure, you parted the kiss unwillingly. Before you could beg her for anything more, however, she moved her lips to your neck; immediately sucking a bruise against the unmarked skin. You gasped, instinctively baring your neck for her.

“Bada-” You began, but the words died in your throat as the tip of her tongue circled the mark.

“Click on the video.” She spoke in a hushed voice and only then did you become cognizant of the laptop resting on your lap, cursor still hovering over the video. “Fast forward a bit.”

With your eyes locked onto the screen and without moving your head, afraid you would lose the warmth of her mouth against your skin, you did as you were told; skipping through the recording until you found the exact moment Bada had turned you around, her chest pressed against your back. The sounds that came from the laptop speakers after you unpaused the video were sinful: the smack of lips gliding together and your quiet gasps as Bada smoothened her hands along your figure. You were feeling overwhelmed already and the two of you had barely done anything.

“You’re so beautiful.” Bada spoke as she watched the video from over your shoulder, still pressing soft kisses against your neck.

You could say the same about her with the way she was, and still is, able to command your body like an instrument. You were putty in her hands then and now, turning whichever way she conducted you.

She straightened her back slightly, looking down at you as her hands lowered to your front. In tandem with the Bada in the video, she found the hem of your shirt and pulled upwards, your arms raising to aid the process. You weren’t wearing a bra, and the cool air of the room made a shiver run down your spine. Bada, however, was delighted, warm hands immediately cupping over your breasts.

You craned your neck, chasing after her lips and she let you indulge: with your head tilted backwards your tongues met before your lips did, Bada angling her head to deepen the kiss impossibly more, fingers pinching your nipples inquisitively and stiffening them. You were sensitive straightaway, gasping into her mouth.

Then, an idea. Your fingers managed to find the space button and pressed, effectively pausing the video. Bada parted the kiss reluctantly, curiously peeking at the screen before looking down at you.

“Do you have your camera with you?” You asked, voice breathless.

She blinked at you in wonder but nodded: “Yes, in my backpack.”

You gave her a suggestive look, hands coming up to rest atop hers; still covering your breasts. “Do you… want to film a new one?”

You hoped you hadn’t misjudged Bada, and for the few seconds she was silent you feared you had ruined the atmosphere, but that feeling didn’t last long. The look she gave you was nothing short of infatuated.

Bada smiled, albeit entirely flustered, before giving you another kiss and you sighed in relief. She walked to her backpack, where it still laid on the floor, and began searching through it for the camera. As you shut the laptop and moved it off your lap, Bada reemerged with the familiar device.

The display was already flipped open, Bada’s fingers fiddling with the buttons with an almost childlike excitement that made you giggle. She looked up at you as if breaking out of a daze, and softened instantly at the sight of you: topless and patiently waiting for her. She lowered the device.

“You’re certain you’re okay with this?” Her eyes looked into yours, searching for any hints of doubt or apprehension.

“More than okay,” you assured, “Just tell me what to do.”

And as soon as the words had left you, Bada hit record. “Be you.”

She slowly walked around you, angling the camera as her eyes were glued to her display, taking in your appearance with the delicacy of someone who practiced this often enough in their head. You were starting to feel skittish, despite her attention on you almost feeling reverent, and fought the urge to cover yourself up.

Instead you crossed your legs, head tilting to the side as you looked straight into the lens of the camera: “I hope this doesn’t mean you’re going to keep your distance the whole time.”

You heard the buzzing sound of the lens zooming in on you, though you had no clue what exact part of you it was focusing on. “That would be impossible when you look like this, baby.”

The nickname, which was usually reserved for when the two of you spent time tangled up in each other, visibly flustered you. You sucked in your lower lip to hide a growing smile and glanced down, Bada smirking at your reaction. 

“Trying to set the scene for my future self.” Bada added meaningfully, and the implication made you feel warm.

She strode over towards you, eyes still focused on the camera display as she sat down on the table in front of you. You followed her movements intently, anticipating whatever request was burning on her lips. But instead of asking anything of you, Bada wordlessly nudged her knees in between your thighs, forcing your legs apart, and you adhered.

“Take your pants off.” She commanded and virtually immediately your hands dropped to the waistband of your trousers, tugging it below your hips. You would have time to ponder how embarrassing your submission to her was later, but for now you wanted to give her everything she asked for. 

With her unoccupied hand she helped you pull the fabric all the way off, with an almost impatient tug, and you made sure to stretch your legs as elegantly as possible, doe eyes never losing track of the lens; hyper aware of the camera following your every move as if this were just another music video recording. 

You let your hands slide up your thighs, fingers momentarily hooking into the straps of your panties before snapping them against your skin. Bada angled her camera, tracking the movements of your hands intently as her tongue peeked past her lips; wetting them. The palms of your hands moved along the curve of your waist, trailing them higher and higher, until you were pushing your breasts together ever-so-slightly. Then, you brought one hand behind your neck and leaned back into the couch. Your other hand dropped back to the strap of your panties, toying with the fabric between your fingertips, granting a sneak peek for the skin underneath - not that there was much more left to the imagination. 

For a moment Bada’s eyes moved away from the display, zoning in on your ministrations, and then she leaned back herself, the movements forcing your thighs further apart by the dull push of her knees against yours.

“You’re a natural.” Bada said teasingly, but remained cemented in her spot, much to your frustration.

You pulled the strap of your underwear below your hip, blinking up at the lens through long eyelashes, and pressed your crotch down into the couch. Subsequently, you slid your hand to your front, fingertips digging below the waistband of your panties; your eyes never losing track of the lens. You went lower and lower, gauging the taller girl’s reaction.

Once again you heard the noise of the lens zooming in, and your fingers finally found the top of your heat. You were already wet, spreading your folds with a quiet hum, and began lightly rocking against the fabric of the couch. The friction made you gasp, the thrill of your predicament making you feel increasingly more responsive to any touches. 

Bada parted her lips, watching on in awe. “Take those off.” Her voice was almost uncharacteristically deep, dripping with want.

And because you knew her well enough to know she couldn’t hold off for much longer, you gave her the most coy look you could muster and answered: “Come do it yourself.”

The sound of the table moving backwards echoed through the living room, Bada using her body to push it away. You didn’t cease your movements however, dragging your crotch against the couch again as you watched Bada in anticipation. She had placed the camera on top of a stack of books lying on the table, pointing the lens at you in a sideways angle, and stepped towards you. She towered over you before pulling her sweater over her head, and you watched as her slender frame appeared; still touching yourself.��She was unbelievably pretty.

Then, she dropped to her knees, arms hooking under your legs as she pulled you to the edge of the couch in such a sudden motion you couldn’t help the soft yelp that fell from your lips. Her thumbs hooked under the straps of your underwear and pulled them off brusquely, leaving you completely bare in front of her.

She settled in between your thighs like she belonged there and leaned up, her hand on the side of your neck as she brought you in for a hungry kiss. The noise you made was desperate, but she silenced it immediately by plunging her tongue into your mouth; licking into it with a groan. Your fingers tangled into her hair, clinging onto her as your body begged for more, tongue gliding back against hers through parted lips. 

Bada cupped your jaw tightly as she swallowed the sweet noises you made, and parted the kiss to catch her breath; your own chest rising in exhilaration. Her thumb trailed along your bottom lip, moist from saliva, and pulled it down: “Just look pretty for me.” She muttered.

With that she slid down your body, lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and to your cleavage, her hands feeling along the shape of your upper thighs, squeezing them. You felt your lower stomach curl when her lips pressed to your navel, and you put your arms at either side of your body; palms pressing into the couch as you gave your body away to her.

Her thumbs pressed into your hip bones when her mouth got closer to your core, but she immediately pivoted to the inside of your thigh, teeth grazing the skin before parted lips began to suck down a bruise.

Your head lolled to the side, letting out another soft gasp as her lips covered every area except the one where you needed her the most. You were going mad, wondering if you should start begging.

Her eyes met yours and she had the audacity to smile, a happy glow dusting her cheeks as her fingers dug deeper into the skin of your thighs. She pressed another openmouthed kiss near your hip bone before speaking: “Anything you want me to do?”

Your hand automatically moved in between your legs, but Bada stopped you with a firm hold on your wrist.

“Nuh-uh,” she tutted, “I’m directing here. Tell me what you want.” Her gaze was intense, smile growing wider as you grew more flustered, thighs twitching.

“I—” You began, struggling to find the words, “I want you to touch me. However you want.”

“However I want?” She tilted her head to the side, feigning confusion in a sweet voice.

“With your hands.” You added quickly, something in you stirring at the way her grip on your wrist remained resolute. “Please, I need it so bad.” More words escaped you before you could dwell on the humiliation: “I’m so wet for you.”

The look in Bada’s eyes darkened as she placed your hand back onto the couch, grabbing onto your thigh once again. She looked down at your glistening heat, momentarily sucking in her lower lips before meeting your eyes again. “For me?” She asked again, knowing the answer well enough.

“Only for you.” You near whimpered, and she finally released you from your misery.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, she lapped at her fingers before promptly lowering it to your vagina; spit-slicked fingers moving along your folds to spread your wetness with a purpose as her other hand held down your thigh, making sure you kept your legs apart for her. A groan of relief escaped you before you could realize and you bit down on your lower lip, feeling her explore. You heard her suck in a breath between her teeth as you glistened underneath her, marveling. 

You felt yourself get impossibly more wet from her touch, and Bada immediately took advantage of that. She started to rub against you in slow, circular motions as your hips involuntarily jerked from the sensitivity. With a soothing shush, her grip on your thigh tightened as she let her fingers dig into your folds with more pressure, a soft moan falling from your lips. 

“I’m starting to think you like begging.” Bada whispered longingly, fingers that knew exactly where to be circling against you with a deepening pace. 

Unable and unwilling to answer, you brought a hand up to your mouth and pushed two fingers past your lips; you sucked around them, muffling your moans. The look Bada gave you was simply ravenous, and you then realized you were here to put on a show for her camera. Her thumb brushed down against your clit, and your eyes fell shut in pleasure, the ministration sending electric shocks across your lower belly as you were unable to stop your hips from rutting into her touch. You withdrew your fingers from your mouth and brought them to your breast, rolling your nipple under them.

You heard the taller girl cuss between your thighs, her fingers dropping lower as she followed the noises you made; spurring you on. Then, you felt her forefinger catch at your entrance, drawing circles around and all you could do was hold your breath. 

Bada sank a finger into you, slow enough that the burn wasn’t overwhelming you, but you moaned all the same. She tentatively crooked her finger inside of you, intently watching your reactions, the grip she had on your thigh almost bruising. She began pumping her finger in and out of you, not too fast but fast enough to have you gasp her name, rewarding every honeyed moan with a curl of her finger. 

“More…” You begged, toes curling.

“Yeah?” She whispered, pressing a kiss right where your inner thigh and core met before handing you exactly what you wished for. 

Her middle finger pushed into you along with her index finger, and this time you felt the stretch more acutely. You audibly keened, nails digging into the fabric of the couch as she scissored her fingers inside of you, whispering soft praises encouraging you.

“That’s it, baby, let me make you feel good.”

Soon enough the burn was barely present, making way for an electrifying bundle of pleasure running up your spine. You rocked into her touch as much as Bada’s iron grip on you allowed, and she met you halfway, fingers pumping in and out of you at a steadily building pace. 

The way she looked up at you was maddening: somewhere between wondrous amazement and self-satisfied smugness, drinking in every second of the way you opened up to her in more ways than one. She gave a sharp curl of her fingers, and your thighs twitched dangerously. Bada caught on immediately and began moving her fingers inside you in a come-hither motion, pulling every sweet noise from you that she could. You thrusted down harder, mouth agape as you zoned in on the ecstasy that overtook you.

“Third finger, baby girl.” And you somehow found a way to part your thighs almost impossibly further, your body eager to receive more.

While her two fingers were still curling inside you, the third one joined, and you choked on a moan. This time Bada didn’t give you time to get used to the stretch, as all three fingers curled inside you over and over again.

Feeling overwhelmed almost instantaneously, hushed cusses spilling from your mouth, you inadvertently wriggled backwards; but Bada immediately pulled you back, keeping you locked in place as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. She knew your body too well, because soon enough you had your head thrown back and thrusted back into her motions, her long fingers finding the spot to curl into.

“You’re so fucking hot.” She mumbled, and before you knew it her mouth was on you, tongue digging between your folds as she continued pumping her wrist. 

With her arm still curled around your thigh, she brought you closer to the edge of the couch; she wanted to dig in. Her name came out as a yelp as her lips closed around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly as her moans began to reverberate against you. You brought a hand to the back of her head, fingers digging against her scalp as you held her in place, needing unfathomably more from her. Anything she was willing to give.

She swallowed around you so eagerly, so greedily, and then her hand let go of your thigh: she brought it between her own legs instead, fingers digging into her trousers.

You had to force yourself to look away or you would orgasm right then and there, feeling your eyes roll back instead. She was touching herself, rocking into her own hand as her mouth bobbed against you; her other hand still fucking into you. She was getting off to getting you off. 

You thought you were going insane, only able to give into your instincts and rock into her movements, all the while pulling on her hair which she seemed to relish in: the both of you building up to a pace where she pushed in exactly as you thrusted. You felt your toes curl again as that familiar pressure in your lower stomach began building up, and your head lolled to the side. You were a sweaty, writhing mess, and Bada was moaning against you so loudly it made you lightheaded. 

You noticed her own movements getting messier, too. Her wrist circled against herself as she slurped around you, and you brushed her bangs from her forehead to watch her own desperation overcome her. She curled her fingers inside of you again just as she sucked down on your clit, and you could've sworn you saw stars.

“Bada, I—” You began, warningly, as you fucked back against her, chasing after the uncoiling of your lower stomach. 

Bada hummed encouragingly, nodding against you in a frenzied state herself and crooked her fingers sharply, beckoning you to let yourself go.

Something about the way she gasped and moaned against you, yet still remained so dedicated to give you exactly what you wanted, is what did it for you. You felt your orgasm ripple through you so sharply you felt dizzy. You clutched onto Bada’s head between your thighs as you shook all over, her fingers curling into you harshly as she sucked on your clit through your implosion, until you felt her tremble against you too.

She fell forward, teeth pressing down on the inside of your thigh as she came with your name on her lips, rutting into her hand. You moaned, sensitive all over but running your hands through her hair soothingly, nails caressing along her scalp.

The both of you stayed like that for a solid minute, catching your breaths, until Bada leaned up on her trembling knees; far enough to wrap her arms around your waist and lean up for a tender kiss. Completely smitten, you kissed back despite the heaving of your chest and you wordlessly urged her to get on the couch with you. The taller girl obliged, immediately climbing on top of you and nuzzling into your hold with a tired smile, her cheek pressed against your collarbones.

The both of you giggled at nothing in particular, your fingers tracing delicate lines along the side of her face. 

As if experiencing a déjà vu, your eyes went to the camera perched on the table, inevitably recording, but the both of you too spent to do anything about it. 

“You know,” you began, fingertips still absentmindedly caressing along Bada’s jawline, “You’re gonna need a better password for your laptop.”

[soft-mafia]

Risky [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, sex in a public area, risky sex, cream pie, squirting, Buggy being horny

a/n: I just realized I’m making a lot of smut posts. I need help I’m too obsessed with Buggy😭 the plot is kind of sloppy but I really wanted to write some smut so sorry about that lolllll

Buggy had no idea what was wrong with him today. He had locked himself in his office, he lost count of how many times he had came, jacking off for hours at the thought of you.

When a crew member knocked on his door they were met with nothing but harsh curses and shouts from him; not knowing that their captain had been rubbing one out into a rag. His jaw clenched, teeth grit tightly as he tried to conceal his grunts and groans. He was huffing like a damn dog thinking of Y/n.

Maybe it was the lack of actual sex over the past few days that got Buggy so riled up, they’ve just been so busy setting everything up as soon as they got back to bed they both just tuckered out.. but damn why the fuck was he so horny now?!

After what seemed to be his 5th cum of the day, Buggy came out of his quarters, his makeup smeared, and he looked a bit disheveled. He put his hair up into a ponytail as he walked to the green room, going to see what his girlfriend was up to. She preferred to work back stage and behind the scenes, mainly on the contraptions and the lighting.. much to Buggy’s disappointment— he would love for her to be another accessory to his acts, not take up the entire spot light, but.. serve as some kind of eye candy for the audience.

With the way she bent and moved for him she could easily be a good contortionist.. fuck he was hard again.

Buggy’s muscles tensed as he saw Y/n talking to Mohji. The blue haired man seemed to physically restrain himself from grabbing Y/n and dragging her off somewhere to get some sex.

“Stop letting Richie come in here— we can’t use these lights anymore because he chewed them all up, and he pissed on the costume wigs.” Y/n said as she chewed out the beast tamer. As much as she was an animal lover, working with Richie was… a chore to say the least, but it was mainly to blame on Mohji for his poor animal management skills. “Y/n.” Buggy grunted out as he walked over to her, standing at her side and putting a hand on her waist, “Are you busy?” He asked, his voice a bit lower and gruffer than usual.

“Umm.. not right now, no.” She said, looking up at him. Buggy then turned to Mohji and made a tilting motion with his head, that told the man to ‘get the fuck out’, which he quickly obeyed.

“Are you ok?” Y/n looked up at Buggy, noticing his smudged makeup and how slightly sweaty he was. He smelled a bit muskier than usual, and he hadn’t covered his scent with cologne like he usually would. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Buggy said under his breath, his hands roaming all over her body now that they were alone, which she noticed. Buggy shuffled closer to her, pressing his body against her side as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “God I wanna fuck you so bad.” He growled. Y/n could feel his boner pressing into her hip, his hands squeezed at her sides.

“Buggy..” Y/n whispered, biting her bottom lip, “Wait not in here—”

“I don’t care, I really don’t give a shit.” Buggy grumbled and looked around, trying to find a closet or something, “We haven’t fucked in a good week, I need this.” He huffed, then slapped Y/n’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

Y/n yelped and blushed at that action, pouting at Buggy before she pulled away and walked over to the large crate wagon that the crew just used to haul a bunch of props covered with a huge tarp, “Here, we can take some of this stuff off.” Y/n said, moving some of the props out and to the side. Buggy rushed to her side, throwing off some stuff as well; god he felt desperate.. I mean yeah he fucked Y/n like it was a hobby but he was literally throwing things so he could get some pussy.

After they had gotten most of the stuff off and made some room, Buggy picked Y/n up, making her squeak before he laid her down on her back, immediately getting on top of her and throwing that blanket over the both of them. “B-Buggy..” Y/n whispered, looking down and seeing Buggy’s rock hard boner press against her crotch.

Truth be told she wasn’t as pent up as Buggy was.. she had been so focused on making all of his shows perfect for him, sex wasn’t the first thing on her mind— but now that she was pinned down like this, she was starting to feel that same heat.

Buggy yanked her shorts down below her hips, sitting on his knees before grabbing her ankles and pulling her shorts and panties off completely and dropping them to the side. However, he took her panties and held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and groaning, “Fuck that’s good..” he growled.

Y/n blushed, already sweating from the enclosed space, Buggy’s heat radiating off of his body. He tossed her panties on top of her shorts before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She watched him with eager eyes; she didn’t know why but she found it so attractive watching Buggy get his cock out, the way his forearms and muscles flexed with each movement, jerking his belt until it was open so he could get his throbbing, sensitive dick out.

He was already so sensitive from how much he had been jacking off.. the fabric of his boxers squeezing on his boner had nearly brought him to his knees as soon as he walked in here.

His hard cock bobbed upon being freed from his underwear, he groaned and jerked it a bit, making it leak a little pre. Y/n reached down between her legs to grasp at it, wrapping her hand around his length and rubbing it with him. “Yeah, that’s it baby..” he grunted, his abs already clenching at the feeling.

He hunched over her, one hand keeping his balance and the other held onto her hip as he started to guide his penis into her cunt, his tip swiped against her wet clit a few times before he slid in; eliciting moans and groans from the both of them. Y/n’s arms wrapped around Buggy’s neck, whimpering and mewling like a kitten just how he liked it, her pussy twitched around his cock, struggling to take him after so long without a good fucking.

Y/n squirmed, making Buggy squeeze her hip, “Take it.” He growled as he began to thrust; he was rough like always, but there was more force behind it this time, more desperation on his end. “B-Buggy..!” Y/n whimpered, trying to be as quiet as possible. Buggy was not trying to be as careful as she was, grunting and growling like a beast as he plowed into her like they haven’t fucked in decades. “Mmm..~ Buggy..~” Y/n moaned softly again, making Buggy’s cock throb inside of her, urging him to thrust even more; it felt so good.. hearing her say his name while he was going in, balls deep. Fuck.

The hand on her hip slid up to rest at the side of her neck, gently squeezing before he tilted his head and gave her a rough kiss, groaning into her mouth. His hips slammed against her crotch in a rough, rhythmic motion, growling and snarling, probably drooling all over the poor girl. He was a fucking mess.

Though the stubble scraping across her skin made her feel a little itchy, the burning sensation of pleasure from Buggy hitting her cervix easily overpowered the stubble itching. With the way Buggy was fucking into her she was not going to be able to walk properly for days, again.

Buggy’s groans and growls got louder and rougher, he moved his lips down to the nape of her neck and began attacking it savagely, sucking and licking at the skin, the sensation made Y/n let out a loud mewl, her legs wrapping around his torso as his movements sped up.

Both of his hands moved down to cup the sides of her ass, squeezing it as he continued ravaging her. Y/n gasped, her walls fluttering and twitching around him as she came, squirting lightly due to the sensation, “A-Ah~!!” She moaned.

“I’m close baby, I’m so fucking close.” Buggy grunted, squeezing her ass harder and slamming his hips into her even rougher, making her jolt and whine. It wasn’t long before he was spilling his seed into her, coating her walls with milky cum. They were both panting and moaning heavily. Buggy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his muscles were twitching; this was what he needed.

He threw the tarp off the both of them, the cold air instantly hitting their warm, sweaty skins. Y/n was still panting hard, an arm folded over her torso as she leaned her head back. Buggy sat on his knees, still deep inside of her as his cum leaked out around his cock. He smirked and let out a breathy laugh, “You’re so fucking hot.” He panted as he rubbed Y/n’s side. “Yeah I feel fucking hot. Jeez.” Y/n groaned, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at Buggy’s cock still inside of her, that dark blue tuft of hair down below that trailed up, fading out slightly below his belly button.

Buggy pulled out, then moaned lightly as he watched his cum leak out of his girlfriend’s pussy. He lifted her thigh up slightly to spread her wider and get a better view. “Wait- stop, it’s gonna spill everywhere.” Y/n grumbled and attempted to close her legs, Buggy kept them spread wide though. “It’s fine I’ll clean it up, babe.” He whispered, watching her pussy leak until it was all out.

After getting cleaned up and putting all of the props back, Buggy watched as Y/n put her panties and shorts back on. He eyed her up, finding her body so god damn attractive.. he walked over to her once she was finished and put his hands on her waist, “Hey, you hungry? There’s a buffet down town in this area and I’ve been meaning to take you there.” He said, hands moving over her body, over her belly button then resting at her sides again.

Y/n smiled and looked up at him from behind, “Yeah, sure!”

[7ndipity]

“Like Crazy”

Jimin x Idol Reader

Summary: Jimin asks you to fill in as his dance partner for a Like Crazy performance

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I hope you like it!

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“Ok, let's take five and then we’ll go again!” The choreographer called.

Gratefully, you slumped down to the floor, letting your head rest against the wall as you took a few deep breaths. Comebacks were always exhausting, but this new choreo you’d been working on was really kicking your butt.

Letting your eyes fall shut, you made a mental note to try and make the next single be something slower, only to be jolted out of your train of thought by the sound of your phone.

Quickly digging it out of your bag, you couldn’t help the small grin that crept across your face as you read the caller ID. “💖Chimmy💖”

“Hey you.” You answered.

“Hey, uh, I have a huge favor to ask, and I need you to not hate me.” Jimin said quickly, sounding stressed.

“I would never hate you.” You replied.

“Would you be my dance partner?”

“What?” You blinked.

“Jinsol’s sick, and we need someone to fill in for this weekend's performance.” He explained. “I know it’s short notice, and you’re doing promotions right now too, but you’re one of the only other people who already knows the choreo.”

“Would the company be okay with us doing that?” You asked. Although it wasn’t a secret that you and Jimin were ‘close’, the exact status of your relationship was, and you knew that performing like this would inevitably stir up rumors.

“They said they could make it work, if you agreed.”

You considered it for a moment before speaking again. “Which days would you need me to cover?” You asked.

“Just Saturday.”

You sat up a little straighter. “Jimin… That’s Music Bank.” You said, stating the obvious.

“I know.”

“I’m also performing on Music Bank?”

“I know.” He repeated. “You can say no, it’s totally okay, I just had the thought-”

“No, I’ll do it.” You said quickly. The chance to actually perform with your boyfriend was not one you were keen on passing up, however sudden and hectic it might be.

“You will?!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, sure.” You replied. “The managers will probably hate it, But what the hell?”

“Ah, Y/n, thank you!!” He cried through the phone. “I’ll find a way to pay you back for this, I promise!”

“You better,” You giggled at his enthusiasm. “I’m risking the wrath of army here.”

“They’ll behave, don’t worry.” He said. “I gotta go and update everyone, I’ll call you again later. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You replied, hanging up and taking another deep breath.

Well, this weekend just got more interesting…

The next two days were filled with ducking between rehearsals, wanting to make sure you had the choreo for ‘Like Crazy’ down perfectly. Jimin had taught you the main portion of the dance a couple months ago as he was getting ready for promotions, but you still had to get the hang of dancing with the group for the other sections.

Now, as you were weaving through the crowded backstage area to catch up with the rest of Jimin's team and quickly change outfits, you were beginning to feel the pre-show nerves settling in, despite having just finished your own performance.

As soon as Jimin caught sight of you, he tackled you in a tight hug.

“You did amazing out there!” He said excitedly, giving you a squeeze before releasing you.

“You watched?”

“Of course I did!” He said, cocking his head at you. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t support my amazingly talented partner?”

Before you could come up with a retort, you were all being called to the stage. You and the others watched from the side as Jimin went out and greeted the crowd, thanking them all for coming and expressing how he hoped they would like the performance.

As the lights went down and you and the other dancers moved to your places, you heard a couple surprised shouts of your name, making you bite back a grin as you glanced back at Jimin. He shot you a quick smile and thumbs up before turning away.

As the music started, you took a deep breath, your earlier jitters quickly dissolving as you let everything else fade away, focusing only on following the others and Jimin.

When you reached the solo part of the song that was just you and Jimin, you had to bite back another smile as the two of you made eye contact as he sang, sending him a quick wink before you spun behind him, hearing the slightest waver in his voice as he fought back a laugh.

The rest of the dance went smoothly, and almost too soon, you were back in the starting position as the final notes of the song faded out, only to be immediately replaced by the crowd’s thunderous cheers.

Everyone quickly ducked off stage and headed back to the dressing rooms in flurry, you and a couple of the other dancers talking and complementing each other on the performance. After a few minutes, Jimin managed to pull you off to the side, pressing a quick, enthusiastic kiss to your lips.

“Thank you so much.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You said. “Although, you know you’re gonna get in trouble for making moves on your dancers like this.”

“I can’t help it,” He whined. “You were too cute out there.”

“Do you think the fans liked it?”

“I hope so, I know I did.” He said.

“I’ve noticed.” You giggled as he tried to kiss you again, only to be interrupted by the sound of your names being called as your teams tried to find you.

He groaned. “We’d better go. Can I come over later?” He asked.

“You better, you still owe me payment for today, remember?” You teased.

“I’ll have to come up with something really good.” He grinned before slipping out the door ahead of you.

“Can’t wait.”

[neoflect]

sharing some of my disorganized jojo musical thoughts now that ive had a week to sit on it and ive rewatched it several times over. i intended to wait to publish something like this until a subtitled version was available, but im not seeing any indication that thats happening any time soon so for now youll have to deal with my loose interpretations from my extremely rudimentary and rusty japanese… so take what i have to say about the finer points of characterization with a grain of salt. gratuitous spoilers below obviously, both for the original source material and the changes made in the stage production

my feelings are OVERWHELMINGLY positive. of course there are things i can criticize or that i would have personally done differently but oh man… i have literally not thought about anything besides this fucking show for a week. im 100% confident in saying this is a better adaptation of the source material than the tv anime. sorry to the davidpro staff, i respect their hard work and their love for jojo and their dedication to what is by any metric a pretty difficult property to adapt off of the page, but i dont know if i can ever forgive them for leaving half of the first episode’s storyboard on the cutting room floor in order to fit a standard half-hour tv slot, especially considering that what they cut is some of the really crucial character-building stuff. happily those scenes are not only reproduced in the stage version, some of them are expanded upon!

with the quick disclaimer that i’ve only managed to get my hands on the final 4/14 performance with shotaro arisawa and yoshihisa higashiyama, from what i’ve seen the casting is perfect. i’m sure there’s a rip of the 4/13 performance somewhere (i’ve seen clips) but i haven’t been able to find one… every single performer knocks it out of the fucking park, the cast chemistry is incredible and even the minor characters are loaded with charisma. and mamoru miyano… my god… mamoru miyano i owe you an apology. i was not familiar with your game. of course hes been killing it for decades at this point but i had soured on him a little bit recently because i felt like he was overcast in everything and i just didnt connect with his dnt reinhard at all, so when the casting was initially announced back in august i was underwhelmed, and of course my standards for the dio role in particular were astronomically high… i’ll go more into detail later in the post because i have so so many things to say about dio’s characterization here but mamoru miyano’s performance is like, life-changing. i had impossible expectations and he exceeded them.

sorry if im gushing. i am a hater by nature. its unusual for me to be so thoroughly pleased with something. im not even a musical theater guy. these are strange new feelings for me.

just to balance things out i’ll talk about a couple of the things that didn’t really work for me: first of all, the music is just ok. my initial draft of this post called the music “bad” but three additional viewings later i have warmed up to some of the songs. i don’t know if this is a shortcoming by dove attia as the composer or if it’s just me, as i said i’m not a musical guy and a lot of the genre conventions of musical theatre are not really the things i look for in music that i enjoy, but like… even at their worst they are serviceable. nothing here is sonically unpleasant to me. high points are “resolve of the ripple” (zeppeli’s hamon training song, a jazzy swing number - it’s simply catchy and fun to listen to) and the closer “phantom blood” (a sweeping ballad that reprises the earlier “light and darkness”/”golden spirit” leitmotifs into an epic duet between jonathan and dio as they join hands and walk off into the darkness together… made me cry! i wont lie! on every single one of my numerous viewings this one got me misty eyed!)

wait i forgot this is supposed to be the part where i’m being critical. ok my most loathed song in the musical is “dio’s world”. sorry dio nation. it doesn’t really work for me. i think this might be a case of my standards/expectations being too impossibly high because it’s not even really the worst song in the whole thing. and of course miyano eats it up so it’s not really his fault. i just find it kind of underwhelming… i find the melody a little grating, it’s kind of just a generic rock number, it’s just missing a particular je ne sais quoi…. the essence of dio isn’t there… lyrically though i am obsessed with the premise of dio recruiting his minions by selling himself as a kind of social revolutionary who is upending and inverting the brutal hierarchy of post-industrial victorian society with zombie blood magic. you win some you lose some.

the second sticking point for me is the costumes. they’re perfectly serviceable… adequate… but i mean when it comes to jojo “serviceable” and “adequate” costume design obviously falls well below what’s expected, right? a lot of the outfits have kind of a boxy, almost flat-looking kind of unflattering fit on the actors, which if i wanted to be generous i could attribute to the challenge of bridging the gap between these frail slender musical theater twinks and the two-meter-tall 250lb roided-out beefcakes theyre meant to be embodying. (bearing this discrepancy in mind a lot of the insane martial arts stuff in the second act doesn’t really land with the oomph that it should, but i also understand logistically why this kind of casting is not practical, and all things considered i think shotaro arisawa does a really incredible job of embodying jonathan joestar even though he kind of looks like i could snap him in half over my knee like a twig. he’s very cute. so i’m not mad about it.) of course, again, logistically, i understand that in a stage musical production, where actors only have minutes to complete costume changes, some sacrifices have to be made to the creative vision in the name of practicality. nevertheless this is jojos bizarre adventure!! i want to see some fucking baubles!!!!!!

which is all to say that… after carefully considering it for some weeks… i still have extremely mixed feelings about dio’s grink ass feather bathrobe look. it’s not that i dont think its something he could wear (the concept of dio lounging around in his gothic vampire palace doing re-animator style body horror experiments on the local wildlife in this “officer i have no idea what happened to my husband”-ass nightgown is nothing short of hysterical to me) but then he wears it into combat and i felt a little disappointed… it has the same unflattering fit issue as the other outfits in the show, and it is just such an un-araki-like design… where are the gaudy color combinations? the bizarre geometric patterns? the tease of an exposed boob/thigh/midriff? erina gets a stage-original dress design that i have fewer issues with because the excessive pleats and ruffles have more of an araki-esque sensibility, but every time i look at dio’s robe it feels like there’s something missing.  i’m going to choose to be nice about it because it’s not at all a deal breaker and, again, mamoru miyano devours the look. it’s fine. it’s always fun to have a new dio outfit. if anything, the fact that the blu-rays are being marketed as “2024 cast version” gives me hope for the possibility of a future production with a new vision for the costume design. (although the fact that this was such a difficult production - with stunts and pyrotechnics and moving setpieces - that its entire first week was cancelled indicates to me that the prospects for a future production from a different company are impossibly slim. i guess there’s always hope?)

in terms of the writing and the changes that were made from the original narrative, honestly i don’t really have an issue with anything that was cut. sorry if there are any diehard stans of Poco’s Unnamed Sister out there who are steamed that their favorite minor late phantom blood character got the axe, i kind of understand how you feel because i’ve been malding over david pro cutting the Danny Lore for eleven years, but i think it was the right choice and the story flows so much better. the real juicy meat at the core of phantom blood as a narrative and the thing that brings it head and shoulders above so much of the rest of jjba is the character-driven drama - that deliciously pulpy victorian gothic family tragedy - and the relationship between jonathan and dio. the musical beefs up the character drama and slims down the action-driven second half by trimming out the extraneous battles. the only real downside i see to this is that the absence of tompetty and his prophecy makes zeppeli’s arc and death feel INSANELY abrupt, but tbf that’s not a deal breaker for me. sorry zeppeli. you were born to die.

okay. okay. i think 1500 words into the post is enough fucking around so let’s talk about the real reason why you and i both know we’re here

musical dio is SO fucking sad. he’s positively wretched, you guys. he was born in a wet cardboard box all alone and forced to eat cement when he was six. he cries even more than he does in the source material and even when he’s not crying he frequently delivers his lines as though he is moments away from bursting into tears. back when the musical first opened i was snooping on the reactions on jpn twitter and one commenter said they could see miyano’s tears and snot from the nosebleeds even without opera glasses, a remark i initially assumed was hyperbole but that i now think probably was not. araki’s dio is certainly tortured and a deeply pathetic crybaby beneath all the cruelty and posturing, but changes in the musical and miyano’s embodiment of the character bring this pathos to the fore. he is literally haunted: dario’s ghost lingers, a manifestation of all of dio’s traumas and insecurities that emerges from the recesses of his memory to taunt him with the reminder that he will always be his father’s son, all the way up until the very minute that jonathan breaks down the door to his vampire lair. i am OBSESSED with this - not only for the obvious reason that i delight in dio’s suffering personally but also because kong kuwata is a delight and he fucking kills it every time. also lends itself to a category 10 leitmotif moment at the top of the second act when dio emerges from the charred ruins of the joestar estate singing dario’s theme and calling out to jonathan - if i had to pinpoint this is probably the moment when this musical stuck for me as the Real Deal. they Get It.

the first solo number in the show is dio’s disney princess I Want song (amazingly, simply titled “dio”) where he weeps for his late mother and his wretched lot in life, and then - in a creative decision that made me clap my hands and hoot and holler at my screen in real life - there is a reprise of this number (delivered, naturally, through tears) when dio is almost arrested for murder and decides to become a vampire instead. so there’s this amazing hopeful uplifting inspirational orchestral music accompanying the onstage action of dio ruthlessly slaying jonathan’s dad and then getting pumped full of lead by a bunch of cops. it is brilliant. 10/10 no notes. it’s moments like this that i think really sell the “softening” of dio in the stage version for me, even though i am historically Not A Fan of fanworks that take a similar angle - like, yes, he is sad, but specifically he is narcissistically obsessed with the spectacle of his own suffering, he is boiling over with bitterness and rage for everyone around him who (by his own estimation) could never hope to have suffered as much as he has. this sensitivity and self-pity he wallows in are not expressions of a guilty conscience or a desire to change - they’re entirely the opposite - every cruel and monstrous deed dio commits is always justified to himself because he is simply the saddest little boy who has ever existed. he has been done wrong by the world and so there is no limit to the depravity he may reasonably respond with. i’ve seen several commenters describe this as a drastically different interpretation of the character from araki’s dio (and someone told me on twitter that mamoru miyano himself has also said this, but i cba to go digging for an actual source so take it with a grain of salt?), but i… dont think thats the case! dio’s obsession with his own weakness and his self-perception as the eternal underdog (as compared to jonathan) are certainly more exaggerated in miyano’s performance, but i don’t think this is an angle to the character that’s been manufactured out of whole cloth. the genre conventions of the stage musical force the melodrama up to eleven and dio’s incredibly repressed angst is the most rich vein to mine for that. hair-trigger sadist dio is still here, it’s the same guy, he’s still killing people mercilessly, you’re just getting to see him sing a big ballad about his feelings instead of confining those to an internal monologue.

if anything, the exaggeration of dio’s pathetic/cowardly/crybaby traits combined with his megalomaniacal aspirations and bottomless well of cruelty is just right. it’s perfect. fucking around, finding out, and then trying to weasel his way out of the consequences with crocodile tears just so you don’t see him drawing his knife to cut you clean open… yeah. thats the stuff. thats my one true blorbo. sad to say i will love him for ten thousand years.

i think that might be all i have to say… or at least all i feel like saying here… most likely ill come back and edit this post later. i certainly have some additional thoughts and some more esoteric/controversial takes but they’re not suited for a public blog. real ones will understand. im keeping my eyes peeled for somebody to translate this thing but to be frank i am kind of enjoying this little corner of fandom as it is right now: just the asians and the true hardcore phantom blood phreaks. i have not had this much fun in jojo fandom in almost a fucking decade. as soon as somebody publishes an english version my timelines going to get flooded with all the most deeply annoying “kono dio da” “speedwagon waifu” reddit guys and 15 year olds and my suffering will proceed. unfortunately this is my lot in life and i am doomed to be here forever because dio put a worm in my brain

[svnflower-writes]

Hey, if you are up to it can you write something with Nikolai Lantsov, where the main character is his first army general. and Maybe in a battle the mc got hurt very badly, And Nikolai is fully heart broken and panicked But still trying to play it cool so no one would realise he has feelings for her. So he goes to meet her late at night in her tent, just to check in, and you know make it a little hurt comfort fluff, or maybe add some angst, Up to you. I just need inspiration for a new before bed scenario/daydream

Nikolai Lantsov x fem!first army general!reader

Warnings: blood, injuries

thanks for the request!!

ok wait i’ve never written for the grishaverse so this may be terrible but we’ll see (also i wasn’t sure if you wanted him to be with the mc already or not but i made it an established relationship i hope that's okay xx) (I actually kind of hate this one ngl not my best work i'm so sorry but i hope its okay)

y/n isn’t used because i know a lot of people don’t like it, she/her pronouns used for reader

hurt/comfort + reader uses humour as a crutch A LOT + nikolai is very scared of being a disappointment :( 

Many of Nikolai’s army generals have been hurt, and it always upsets him. But right now? It’s taking every ounce of self control not to go find you and hold you in his arms—but that would be weird on many different levels, partly because no one in the first army—or the world, at that—knew anything about what was going on between the two of you. It was only the early stages of your relationship, you’d been officially dating for a month. Although Nikolai wanted to tell people, you did not out of fear that your fellow members of the first army would see you differently—and Nikolai was a respectful man, he would never push you into anything you weren’t ready for.

So, when he heard the news that you were hurt, he had only just managed to keep himself from asking an obscene amount of questions as to where you were and how long ago the injuries had taken place, keeping it to a simple: “please make sure she gets her injuries treated to as soon as possible.” 

Two hours after he had received the news, he sat in his tent, trying his hardest to get at least a little bit of sleep but failing miserably as he kept tossing and turning wondering if you were okay. He almost felt stupid, being so worried about you (he knew you were strong and you would get through this perfectly, and he had complete faith in you) but he really couldn’t help it. After another half an hour, he realised that he wasn’t going to get any sleep unless he knew you were okay. So, in the earliest hours of the morning, before the sun had even begun to bathe the army camp in warm light, he pulled himself out of bed. He hurriedly got changed and began his walk to your tent. 

He arrived at your tent and quietly asked, “it’s Nikolai, can I come in?”

There was a short moment of silence before you responded, “yeah, of course. Was wondering when you’d show up.”

Once he was inside the tent, he looked around. His eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you alive and well, and a small smile graced his lips. “I’m kind of surprised you’re still up, darling. You should be sleeping so that you heal faster.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “and yet, here you are. In my tent, keeping me awake.”

He grinned slightly, “just had to make sure you were okay.”

“Hmm, so you do this for every general who gets hurt? That must take you a lot of time—very thoughtful of you.” your teasing smirk made his heart leap slightly.

“Well, you are very hurt, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, speaking of me being very hurt, could you pass me that fresh bandage? And the tray next to it?”

He instantly grabbed the bandage and tray, “are you okay?” 

You nodded quickly, “yeah, some of the stitches broke just before you came in—I don’t want to wake up anyone so I figured I’d just do it myself.” 

Nikolai frowned, “absolutely not.”

You sighed, “you’re not letting me fix the stitches? Do you want me to bleed out?”

“I just don’t want you to have to do it yourself, you deserve to have someone tending to your wounds.”

You scoffed lightly, a playful grin painting your features. “So are you going to tend to my wounds, your highness?” 

“Yes.” 

You blinked quickly, doing a double take. “What?” 

He smirked, “I said yes.” 

“I thought you’d just get someone-”

“Absolutely not.” he repeated his earlier words, “I’m going to help my girlfriend heal as soon as you possibly can, and I will do whatever I can to help you.”

As he took care of your stitches, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence until he spoke up. 

“I was terrified when I heard that you were hurt.” 

You watched his face carefully as he continued to speak. 

“Couldn’t even sleep, I was so worried.” 

You gently took his hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss to it before laughing gently, “well, if you think you were scared, imagine how I must have felt.” 

Nikolai didn’t laugh with you, “that’s exactly what I was thinking. You were hurt and I wasn’t there for you when you got hurt and I should have been there and–” 

You shut him up with a quick kiss, “no, don’t say that. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. You couldn’t have known.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now focus on making sure I don’t bleed out, and then we can cuddle.”

[swabsandcream]

No Ordinary Fan [Part 2]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Jeffrey become more involved with one another since their initial encounter.

Warnings: Sexual content (18+), minors dni

A/N: Jeffrey is portrayed as a single man in this fic.

It had been a week since Y/N met her favorite actor for the first time and somehow managed to catch his eye all in one day. It was impossible to describe the barrage of emotions she felt afterwards. She even found herself bursting into a fit of hysterics once she got home that night, jumping around and screaming as if she had won the lottery. It went on for quite some time, and like Jeffrey had promised, he gave her a call that same day. All the way up to this point, their conversations had consisted of them trying to get to know one another. They shared their interests like their taste in music, favorite foods, and even the tv shows they were currently watching. Jeffrey enjoyed talking to Y/N just as much as she liked talking to him, despite their age differences.

Both of them had agreed to keep their relations private, refusing to tell anyone that they’re talking to one another. Jeffrey wanted to keep anything from leaking to the press prematurely, and Y/N didn’t want to be bombarded by his other fans on social media. They were enjoying the talking stage so far, but since Jeffrey had finished up his meet and greets, he decided to take things a step further. After texting Y/N back and forth a couple of times since the day started, he eventually asked her if she would like to come over to his house for dinner that night. Turns out he lived in the country area located right outside of her city which was about an hour away. This would be considered as their first date, so Y/N was feeling indecisive about the matter. Jeffrey assured her that she could decline the offer if she didn’t feel comfortable with it, but after taking a moment to think and consider the possibilities, she decided to join him after all. 

Shortly after accepting the invitation to her dream man’s house, she found herself in front of the bathroom mirror once again for a quick pep-talk. “Ok. You got this. You’re gonna go over his house and treat him like you would treat any other guy. God, it’s been so long since I’ve been on a date. Just breathe, and please don’t be weird.” 

She only had a couple hours to get ready, so she used her time wisely. She showered and shaved in every single place she so much as suspected there might be hair. Then she went to assess her wardrobe, carefully selecting her outfit in accordance with what she feels could possibly happen that night. She wanted to look sexy, but not too provocative to where he may think that she only came over for one thing. She shuffled through her clothes and found a white, long-sleeved dress that draped down to her knees. She hadn’t worn the dress in a while, but it still fit perfectly, and went well with the light makeup she had put on before she headed out to reunite with Jeffrey.

Roughly an hour and thirty minutes later, Y/N arrived at Jeffrey’s multi-million dollar estate in the country. She felt like she was in a movie, having to stop in front of a huge gate and wait until she was granted entry, then pulling in front of the most beautiful mansion she had ever seen. In fact, it was the only mansion she had ever seen up close and in person, being from the city and a part of the working class. She was taking in the view as she got out of her car, and before she could even make it up the stairway, she was greeted by an ecstatic Jeffrey while he stood in the doorway to his home. 

“Welcome! I’m so glad you- oh my.” He paused, watching Y/N as she walked up the stairway and stood right in front of him. “God you’re beautiful.” He said with a soft smile. “I feel like I might be underdressed.”

His outfit was very homey, a plain white t-shirt with black jogging pants. He also had on what’s presumed to be his reading glasses. Y/N had only seen him wearing them occasionally on the internet but seeing him like this in person felt like a dream to her. 

“No, you look good to me.” Y/N’s comment only made Jeffrey’s smile grow wider, his dimples becoming more visible in the process. He then took Y/N by the hand and brought her inside of his expansive house.

As they walked through the foyer, Y/N was captivated by the interior design of his home. Jeffrey on the other hand couldn’t take his eyes off of her, finding amusement in her wide-eyed expression as she continued to look around. As they proceeded through the hallway, they were greeted by two barking dogs, each of them choosing one of the humans’ legs to paw at. 

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to tell you about my babies.” 

“Awe they’re so adorable! What are their names?” Y/N asked as she squatted down to pet the overly excited dog in front of her. 

“This is Bandit.” He lifted up and held the dog that stood at his feet. “And that’s Irwin you’ve got right there.” 

Y/N proceeded to introduce herself to his pet and allowed it to give her a couple of kisses before standing back up. Jeffrey took note of how well she handled being around his excitable pets and how much they enjoyed being around her as well. The two then continued down his lengthy hallway, the smell of food growing stronger as they made their way into the kitchen.

"God, that smells amazing! You didn't tell me you were actually going to cook. I thought you might've ordered takeout or something." Y/N went straight for the sink to thoroughly wash her hands, Jeffrey following behind her as he lowered his dog back onto the wooden floor.

"Suprise, suprise!" His voice was cheerful as he took his turn at the sink. "It's already done, I put it on the table and everything." He finished washing his hands and guided Y/N over to the dining room next to them. He had a long, rectangular dining room table made of marble. On it were two plates of a meal that the two of them mutually enjoyed, along with two stemmed glasses of white wine. The effort and the time he spent putting this together did not go unrecognized by Y/N, referring to him as a true gentleman that knows how to treat a lady.

The two sat across from each other and began to enjoy their delicious meal. They had a detailed conversation about his memories of playing Negan and the on set shenanigans, especially with his good friend Norman Reedus. Y/N didn’t have nearly as many interesting personal stories to share, but Jeffrey listened intently regardless. She particularly loved the way he looked at her whenever she was speaking, like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Although they had finished having dinner, they continued to talk while sitting at the table.

“Perfect.” He muttered, keeping his gaze on her as she told a story about a funny moment she had at work. She cut her story short, not quite hearing what he had said.

“What did you say?” She asked. 

“I said you’re perfect. Everything about you. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” Jeffrey’s voice was deep and sultry, sending chills down Y/N’s spine as she finished her glass of wine. She didn’t have time to respond before Jeffrey got up out of his chair and made his way over to her on the other side of the table. He stood behind her and gently placed his large hands onto her shoulders, leaning down to whisper into her ear. 

 “Come with me. I want to show you something.” His seductive tone combined with the grip he had on her shoulders was a lot for Y/N to bear at the moment. She could feel a buzz coming on from the wine she drank, along with the growing arousal in between her thighs. He took his hands off of her and allowed his lips to brush against her ear as he stood straight up, stepping back from his date’s chair. With no hesitation, she stood up and took his hand as they made their way out of the dining room and into the movie theater he had built inside his home.

She gasped at the sight of the massive screen surrounded by an extra-long sofa that extended from one side of the room to the other. After listening to how much she loves watching films and tv shows, he knew that this room would be her favorite room of them all. He brought her over to the sofa, and they sat down next to each other, leaving a small space in between them. Y/N started lightly bouncing on the sofa with the intent to further entice the man beside her.

"Hmm comfy. Good for...a lot of things." Y/N's flirtatious behavior was definitely working at this point as Jeffrey's lips slowly curled up into a sinful smile.

"A lot of things like what exactly? Could you be more specific?" He placed a hand on her thigh, being covered by her dress, slowly rubbing it with his thumb.

Without a second thought, Y/N grabbed his hand and slid it underneath her dress, allowing his fingers to travel up the bare skin of her thigh. He exhaled deeply, taking in the feeling of her warm and delicate skin all the way up to the dampened cloth covering her warmth. Jeffrey used his free hand to adjust the protruding bulge in his pants, leaning in so close to her face that their noses were touching. She didn't say a word, allowing her unstable breathing to speak for itself.

"Tell me you want this." He whispered.

"I want this." She cooed, granting him permission to press his lips onto hers. From there, the two lovers were entangled with one another on the massive sofa with nothing but the sounds of their acts of pleasure.

[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 23: Beloved

The Mandalorian wants to do something nice for you. It has unexpected results. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-22 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: the Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. Total smut. Fluffy fluffy fluffy smut smut smut smut smut. The Helmet Stays On SMUT. There's fucking, OK? They fuck. It took 120k words to get there but they fuck. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4.6k

“You’re sure Karga doesn’t mind watching the kid this long?” You were frowning, looking at a poncho for a baby at one of the only market stands you hadn’t stopped at yet. 

“He’s happy for any excuse to spoil him rotten,” Din sighed, watching you and the people go by around you. “And your rifle won’t be done until morning. There’s no reason to rush.” 

“Think this will fit him?” You held up the tiny garment. “He doesn’t have much made to keep him warm…” 

Din shrugged before pulling out credits to pay for it, handing them to the woman behind the stand. You smiled, folding up the tiny poncho and adding it to a bag. 

“Give me that,” he held his hand out and you glared at him. 

“Just because I hurt my shoulder doesn’t mean I’m utterly incapable you know,” you said. 

“I never said you were, Doll.” 

“Then let me carry the damn bag, Mando.” 

He sighed. 

“We’re taking everything back to the Crest now, anyway,” he said. “We’ll pick up the kid after.” 

You seemed skeptical but you didn’t pry. He was oddly grateful for it. Doing something nice for you was difficult. You seemed bound and determined to make it damn difficult and he couldn’t figure out why for the life of him. He was beginning to think he could spend the rest of his life trying to understand you and wouldn’t be able to unravel you. 

Night fell as you walked back toward the ship, stopping at a food stand for you to grab something on a stick that you insisted was delicious that Din could only frown at. 

“You need to be more adventurous,” you said, finishing… whatever it was you’d bought. “I’m telling you, food stands? Better than anything you’re going to find in the visiting monarch quarters on Coruscant. Hands down.” 

He shook his head. 

“I’ll take your word for it, Doll.” 

The two of you just dropped off the supplies from town - rations, some bacta, ammunition, the poncho for the kid - and started back to town. 

“It’s quiet without the kid,” you said, looking up at the stars. 

“Almost forgot what quiet was like,” Din said. You smiled. 

“Especially when you’re stuck hauling me around, too,” you teased. You were walking closer to him than usual, your arm brushing his from time to time. 

“Quiet’s overrated.” 

You considered him for a moment but didn’t say anything. Instead, you looked back up at the stars, the galaxy swirling overhead. When you reached town, you started to go in the direction of Karga’s, but Din made you pause. 

“We’ve got one more stop first,” he said. You frowned but stayed close beside him. He led the way to a louder street, the only one left at this hour that was still filled with people. Your brows knitted together, peering around. 

“Did we pick up a local job?” You asked, voice low. 

“No,” he almost laughed. “Just… come on, Doll.” 

He brought you to a cantina, one he’d passed a few times but never stopped into. He’d never had a reason to, until now. 

The bar was loud, a band playing on a small stage, lights dim. He didn’t need them, though. Your smile spread slow and broad over your face, none of the artifice that was there when you smiled for someone else. This was for you. Din spotted a small table in a corner and he put his hand on your back, gently guiding you to it. You both sat down, you immediately leaning on the small table top, getting closer to the music, eyes glued to the band. 

“Are we here for them?” You asked as the song ended, finally looking to the Mandalorian. He shrugged. 

“You said you liked music.” 

You somehow managed to smile even wider, turning your attention back to the band. Din felt like he could hardly hear them. He was too busy absorbing everything you did, the way your head ever so slightly bobbed in time, the way your teeth found your lower lip when the strings picked up, the way you sank back into him without looking or thinking, tucking yourself below his arm and resting your head on his chest. His arm slipped around your shoulders, delicately at first, before he curled his fingers around your arm, pulling you against him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, the colored lights from the cantina casting splotches of blue and purple over your skin. 

After a while, he flagged a waitress down and you ordered a cocktail he’d never heard of, whatever it was coming out from the bar with smoke rising over the rim of the glass. You took a sip, eyes closed in pleasure, before you set the drink down and moved closer to him. 

“I’ve never done this,” you looked up at him again. “Just… gone to a bar like this. For fun.” 

“Me either.” 

You smiled. 

“We’re quite a pair,” you joked. “Very well adjusted, history of very normal experiences.” 

He laughed. 

“That’s us.” 

Watching you enjoy yourself was something he liked more than he expected - and he’d expected to like it a lot. It was as though the forcefield you put up the rest of the time was down. Your feelings weren’t couched in other things, veiled and manipulated to avoid vulnerability. You were uniquely open, like every thought that crossed your mind was written easily on your face. It was a beautiful thing, watching you feel. 

You stayed for hours. Din wasn’t about to ask you to go, you were too happy here. He’d have found a way to move in if it would let you be this happy forever. But the bar started to empty, the music growing slower. 

“We should get back,” you said, nearly on his lap. Your legs were draped over his, his arm was wrapped around you, your head against his chest. “Karga is probably ready to kill us for leaving him with the kid this long.” 

“He knew we’d be out late,” Din said. “But we should get back.” You nodded against him. 

“Let me use the fresher before we start the walk back,” you said, pulling back from him slightly. Your hand went to the side of his helmet, like you’d be holding his cheek if you could touch his face. “Thank you. For this.” 

You, mercifully, didn’t wait for a reply. You just unfolded yourself from him and left the table. Din settled the bar tab and waited, watching the bar as more patrons filtered out. He almost didn’t notice you come out of the fresher, only to be stopped by a group of men hovering near the stage. 

They stopped you for a moment and you gave them a polite smile and said something before trying to leave when one stopped you, grabbing your arm - making you wince as your injured shoulder pulled - and holding you with the group. 

Din almost jumped to his feet, his fists clenched, and he stalked across the bar. The way they’d dragged you back… He couldn’t see your face, but the man’s hand was still on your arm. He was still touching you. Thought he could just touch you. 

“Look, gentleman, I’m flattered…” Din could barely make out your diplomat voice over the sound of the music. He gripped your uninjured shoulder and he pulled you back from them, putting his body between their hands and you. The men took a step back, the Mandalorian a few inches taller than even the tallest of them, his armor reflecting the lights from the stage. 

“We’re not looking for trouble,” the one who’d touched you began. 

“Yeah?” Din asked, stepping closer to him. “Then keep your hands to yourself.” 

“Mando,” you hissed from behind him but he ignored you. 

“She didn’t have a problem with it…” another one said. Mando rounded on him. 

“I do,” he said. He moved closer to the man, towering over him. 

“Mando!” You snapped. He glanced down at you. “It’s fine. Let’s go.” 

You were begging him with your eyes. He glanced back at the men before putting a hand at your back and following you out.

***

You waited until you were on a quieter street, grinding your teeth the whole way, before you turned to him. 

“Want to tell me what the hell that was?” You demanded. He looked down to you for a second before looking straight ahead again. 

“They touched you.” 

“Did you really think I was incapable of handling that on my own?” You snapped. 

“No.” 

You gaped at him for a moment. 

“Then why did you get involved!” 

He shrugged. 

“You’re…” you struggled to find the word. 

“I’m what, Doll?” 

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” 

The baby was asleep in his pod when you got to Karga’s. 

“You kids have fun?” Karga asked, a teasing edge to his voice. You frowned. 

“Mostly,” Din replied. “Some of the people here need to learn some manners.” 

“It was lovely,” you glared at the Mandalorian before looking back to Karga. “Thanks for keeping an eye on the kid.” 

“Sure, sure, he’s welcome any time,” he smiled. “I hope it won’t be three years before I see you again, Essa.” 

“Next time, I’ll avoid the blaster,” you smiled back. 

The walk back to the Razor Crest was quiet. The silence almost frustrated you more than the incident at the cantina. If he’d just left it alone, it would have been quiet, over in seconds. But apparently, he didn’t trust you to handle it yourself. 

“It’s a nice night,” you said when you made it back to the ship. “I think I’m going to look at the stars for a bit.” 

You didn’t wait for a response, just going to the ladder and pulling yourself up and climbing up to the top of the ship. It hadn’t been a lie, it was a nice night. Not a cloud in the sky, just cool enough that the air felt crisp on your exposed skin. Everything smelled fresh and clean. You brought your legs into your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees. 

There was the telltale sound of metal on metal and you felt the Mandalorian come up behind you, hovering for a moment before sitting down next to you. 

“Ever baffle you to think that you’ve been up there?” You asked, nodding up at the stars. “And how different it looks when you are?” 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“Sometimes.” You were both silent. He felt so close. It was almost hard to focus on anything else he was so close. 

“I’m sorry,” he said eventually. “They touched you and I lost my temper.” 

“So you didn’t think I needed your help.” 

“No,” he shook his head. 

You sighed. 

“Why?” 

“Why what.” 

“Why did him touching me make you mad?” You asked, watching him. Your voice was quiet.

“They could have hurt you,” he said. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.” 

“What is it that you want, Din?” You almost didn’t want to ask the question, afraid of what the answer would be. Your heart was pounding. “What is it that you want with me?” 

The galaxy was reflected on his beskar, the stars running over his body. It was like he contained everything, all creation present in him. He looked in your eyes, leaning in close, one hand finding your face, holding you gently. You closed your eyes, pressing your lips together as you leaned into his touch. You couldn’t help it. It seemed that anything he wanted to give you, you’d latch onto it. To him. Do anything you could to absorb it and hold it close. 

“I want to keep you safe,” he said, his voice gentle. “I want to see you. All of you. I want to know you. I want you to know me. I want you to be able to be… soft. I don’t… You weren’t made to be hard, Doll. You’re good at it. You’re strong and you’re capable. You might be the most capable person I’ve ever met. But I’ve seen you with the kid, with Layari, with people who need help, just with the worlds you’re on… you weren’t made to be hard. I want to make it so you don’t have to be.” 

“I don’t need…” 

“I know you don’t need it,” he cut you off. “You don’t need anyone to do anything for you. But I want to. I want to do things that make you smile and feel and let you be soft. I don’t want you to go through the galaxy alone. I want it to be with me.” 

“Din,” you leaned in closer to him. You could feel everything in your body. The thudding of your heart against your ribs, the gentle ache between your thighs, the way the blood moved down your limbs. Everything was heightened because he was there, so close to you, everything the galaxy had reflected in him. 

“Doll.” 

You moved - slowly, cautiously - until you were on his lap, your legs over his hips. His hands slid around to your waist. Your forehead pressed into the cool metal of his.

“You want me to stay?” You asked quietly, your arms draping over his shoulders. He had to look up at you ever so slightly from this angle, the chin of his helmet tilted up towards you. His hands slipped around to your back, pulling you closer. 

“I want you,” he said softly. “Everything with you.” 

Your core was pressed against him now and you rocked your hips against him, more on instinct than anything else. 

“What do you want, Doll?” He asked. His voice was strained, his breaths heavy. 

“You,” you breathed, your voice shaking. “Just you, as much of you as you’re willing to give me.” 

“Then I’m yours.” 

He pulled you tighter to him, his fingers almost harsh with need against your skin. The force of him pulled your bodies into alignment and you could feel him through your clothes, a soft moan slipping from your lips. You pulled your head from his and looked down at his armor, running your hands over the metal at his chest. 

“Can I…” 

He nodded, quickly, and you unbuckled his belt. It fell to the ship with a clatter that was almost shockingly loud compared to the quiet you’d enveloped yourselves in. You didn’t care. You moved on to his chest plate, freeing his cloak first and then fumbling with the straps at his shoulders until he helped you remove it, setting it aside. You touched him over the flight suit at first, with just your fingertips before pressing your palms against him, too. His eyes were on you as you explored him like this, until you found the zipper. You held it for a moment, looking at him, waiting for permission. He gave it with a single nod, and you slipped it down his body until the skin of his chest and stomach was exposed to you. 

Your eyes met his as you lowered your hand to his chest, your palm over his heart. You could feel it, beating as hard as yours. You looked down to his skin then, exploring him with your eyes and fingers. His skin was soft with a patchwork of scars, souvenirs of his survival as a warrior. You knew the cause of some of them but you wanted to know the story of each one. You wanted to know everything, all of him. 

“Can I?” He asked, looking at your shirt. You nodded. He slid his hands around to the front of you, almost reluctantly pulling them away from your body to remove his gloves before he took the hem of your shirt and reverently, slowly, lifted it over you. You fought the urge to cover yourself. You couldn’t see his eyes but you could feel them ranging over you. His breaths picked up, his hands going to your hips before sliding over your bared skin, slowly, to your waist, over your ribs, slipping around to your back to pull your naked chest to his. You gasped and then moaned at the feel of him like this. He was below you and in front of you and behind you. Utterly inescapable and swallowing everything around you. 

“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he gasped it, almost like a prayer, as he clutched onto you, pressing his hips up into yours. You rocked your core against him, acutely aware of where fabric still separated your bodies. You weren’t sure that you’d ever felt more exposed or more ready to strip away what little cover you had left. 

You worked your hips against him, moving harder and faster, your head dropping to his shoulder. One of his hands slid down your front, brushing over your exposed breasts, before slipping into your pants, gently stroking your clit, making you moan. The move and the growing need inside you made you daring, one of your hands traveling down his naked flesh and into the suit until you found his cock, hard and waiting for you. 

Your eyes went a little wide at the feel of it, you couldn’t help it. You’d been with men before, but you were positive he was far bigger than either you’d had in the past. Thick and long, you wrapped your fingers around his head and he groaned, looking down to where you touched him. You slid your hand down his hard length, the size of him forcing your fingers apart as you worked him up and down. He pressed harder against your clit and your breath stuttered in response, freezing your grip on him for a moment while you got your bearings. His hand moved further into your pants before his fingertip circled your entrance. You blushed a little, feeling how wet you were and knowing he felt it too. 

“You want me, Cyare,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but you answered it in a gasp anyway. 

“Yes.” 

“Like I want you.” 

He slid his finger into you. 

“Yes,” you managed in a strangled groan. Your hand stilled on him for a moment, too overwhelmed to think about anything but the fact that part of him was inside you. He started moving his finger and your hand slid over him again, your fingers finding the wetness at his tip and spreading it over him. Your other hand slid inside the flight suit and around his waist to his back, fingertips sinking into his skin. He groaned.

“What?” You asked, breathless.  

“No one’s ever touched me like that,” his voice was shaky. “Feels… incredible.” 

He sank another finger into you, making you shudder then freeze, body not able to do anything but focus on him stretching you. He worked his fingers into you until they were as deep as they could reach and he held them there, curving into your inner wall and pressing into the spot that made your eyes roll back and toes curl. 

“I need you, Doll,” he was panting with it. “Need to feel you, need to be inside you…” 

“Yes,” you nodded against him. “Please, Din…” 

“Need you to cum first,” he managed, moving his fingers inside you again. “You’re too tight, don’t want to hurt you… Fuck, please, Doll, cum for me…” 

His fingers were moving harder, faster, so much that you were frozen against him, unable to do anything but take what he was giving you. Your body tightened around him and you pressed yourself closer to him, feeling like you might explode if you weren’t somehow closer. 

“That’s it, Cyare,” he managed. “Give in to it, cum for me.” 

You obeyed, the unbearable tightness inside you snapping as you throbbed around his fingers and gasped his name. 

“Good girl,” he breathed as you went slack against him, leaving his fingers deep inside you as your orgasm eased, your whole body trembling with it. 

When he slipped his fingers from you, he got his cloak, putting it behind you before putting his hands on your back and rising onto his knees. He gently lay you on the cloak, kneeling between your legs. His hands went to the waist of your pants and he paused, looking at you for permission as you gasped for breath. You could only nod, quickly, and he slid your pants and underwear together down your body, exposing you to him fully. You bit your lip, your heart racing, hands instinctively covering yourself. He ran his hands over your legs until they met between your thighs, his thumbs gently running over your sensitive, wet slit.

“Don’t do that,” he said softly. 

“Do what?” You were still panting for breath, not yet recovered from your first orgasm. 

“Look insecure,” he said. “Like you’re not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

He freed himself from his flight suit with one of his hands, covering his cock with your wetness. Your breath hitched at the sight of him, on his knees in front of you, one hand on his hard length and the other against your entrance. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice was thick with want. You nodded. “Tell me if I hurt you.” 

Din lined himself up with your entrance, notching himself against you before leaning over you so your chest was against his, one of his hands cradling your head. You could feel his eyes on yours through the helmet and the thrumming, desperate need in you grew. You took a shaky breath, gave him a nod and he slowly, softly, began to sink into you. 

You groaned at the feel of it, the painfully pleasant stretch of him opening you inch by inch. It would have been overwhelming under any circumstance, the size of him alone reaching places in you you were certain no one else had ever touched as he pressed into you. But because it was him, his body inside and on top of yours, it was like something inside you broke open. Your heart ached with it. You needed to have him as close as possible - at least this close - as much as you could or you feared you’d go mad. You needed to be this full of him, have as much of him as your body could take. 

Consciously, you knew it couldn’t have been long before he was fully inside you, his hips flush with yours, his forehead pressed against your own, both of you panting for breath, but it felt like it had been an eternity. Your hand went to the side of his helmet, holding him so you could look in his eyes and feel him there, too. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked. You could feel the head of him against your back wall, your core stretched to what felt like its limit around him. 

“No,” you breathed. “Fuck, Din…” 

He pulled back from you slowly, until only half of him remained, his eyes locked on yours before he thrust into you again. Your breaths picked up and he did it again, a little faster this time, a little harder. 

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned, pressing harder into you this time instead of pulling further back, working his hips and cock down into you instead. You moaned, keening below him, arching your back into him. “It’s like you were made for me, never felt anything…” 

He pressed harder into you and put one hand between your bodies to your clit, making you groan as your body tightened again. You worked your hips against his, your hands sliding into the flight suit to his back to hold him closer. He was inside you, making you so stretched and full and yet you couldn’t get enough of him. You needed him in your skin, your blood, needed him in a way you’d never needed anything else. 

“I need to feel you cum when I’m inside you,” one of his hands moved to your leg, pulling it tightly to his side, his fingers roaming over your flesh. “Tell me what you need, Doll. Tell me anything, I’ll give you anything…” 

“Harder,” you managed, panting for breath. “You won’t hurt me, I trust you…” 

He seemed happy to oblige, all but pinning you to the ship with the force of his body against yours, his hips nearly knocking the air out of you with each long, deep stroke. One of his hands came to your face again, holding your head still as his forehead met yours again, his fingers tangling in your hair as he clung to you. Your body grew tighter, more tense, a spring coiled to its breaking point. 

“Din,” you gasped. “I’m going to…” 

You came with a strangled cry, your back arching, and you felt him press into you and go still, his cock throbbing deep inside. His head dropped to your chest with a moan as he panted for breath and you went slack beneath him. 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he slowly separated from you, sliding himself from your drained body and all but collapsing beside you. The air was cool on your naked skin but you didn’t care. You wouldn’t have moved from your place beside him for all the warmth in the galaxy. 

He was still panting for breath beside you when he rolled onto his side, a hand sliding slowly over your chest, cupping each breast, his thumb gently running over your nipples, before sliding down your body to your overwrought slit. His finger slowly circled your still sensitive clit. 

“Din,” you whimpered. 

“Remember how I said we needed to make up for lost time?” He said softly. You nodded weakly. “I owe you three years worth of orgasms, Doll, and I know you can give me one more.” 

He pressed a little firmer on your clit and you groaned, reaching for his cock, but he stopped you. 

“This isn’t about me,” he said, putting your hand on your chest. “This is about you. Understand?” You nodded. “Good girl.” 

His fingers slipped lower and two slid inside your pleasantly sore center, working you slowly and gently as your third orgasm slowly built. It was soft, delicate, Din working your body as though he were an expert musician and you were his instrument of choice. 

“That’s it, Cyare,” he breathed. “You’re so close, I can feel it. Just give in to it. I’ve got you, it’s OK. You’re doing so well, just let go…” 

You groaned, body all but giving out as you came again, the pulsing in you weak and languid as your limbs went loose and numb. 

“That’s my girl,” he said gently, his fingers still inside you. He waited to slide them out of you until you turned onto your side, reaching for him. He pulled your body against his own, reaching over you to pull the cloak up and over your naked frame. You’d almost forgotten that it was chilly in the night air until he did. Your arm went over him, sliding into the flight suit to go around his waist and your fingers could be against his skin. You held each other like that for a while, sleep threatening to take you under before you were ready to give in to it. 

“Did you mean what you said before?” You managed, your eyes closed, unable to keep them open anymore. “That you wanted me with you?” 

“More than anything, Cyare.” 

You smiled a little at that. His metal forehead touched yours. 

“What does that mean?” You managed, worried the words were coming out as mush you were so exhausted. “You keep calling me that but I don’t know what it means…” 

“Cyare?” He asked. 

“Mmm.” 

“Beloved,” he said softly, his finger stroking your cheek. “It means beloved.” 

[peepslibrary]

Introducing~ Lay Bankz

This is probably one of the funniest things I've ever written. I guess this qualifies as a song fic? If you've been on tiktok a couple months ago, you'd probably recognize this song.

Synopsis: What would happen if the LU boys heard the song Ick?

Warnings: Explicit lyrics, mentions of sex

Y'all can thank @trippygalaxy for this.

... Why is there a portal right outside the camp?

Why is there

a

PORTAL-

You're fairly confident the whole town heard your sigh and the chain's groans as y'all packed everything up and linked hands to go through the stupid portal. The other side of the portal was - in fact - NOT another Hyrule. It was a stadium. A stadium filled to the brim with people, a gigantic stage, and multicolored lights moving all around. Ok wait- the portal might've been the least of your problems.

The group looks around with emotions varying from confused to overstimulated. Honestly, if you squint you could see their braincells work together. You turn around, doing a quick headcount. “Wait, where’s Wind?” You count again and… nope still 9 including you. Fuck

I don't mean to judge off a first impression. Or his part-time job at 7/11. But he's a broke-ass peasant ask-

You feel your eyebrows furrow. Where do you know this song??

(ick) and he's got bad credit (ick) and he got a foot fetish (ick) DNR, but he tryin' paramedic

Shit... that's where you recognize this from. Tiktok

You're quick to move and cover Sky’s ears, making a silent prayer to whatever poor soul is listening. You need to get everyone out. You guys need to find Wind and you're fairly confident that everyone present will get red in the face when they register the lyrics.

"Time." Thankfully he managed to hear you despite the current situation. You see him angle his head up for a milisecond. Just subtle enough for you to reply with a tilt of your head towards an emergency exit. He doesn't hesitate to nod, moving to Wars and Twilight to help move everyone along. It's not a stretch to think that he's overstimulated with the environment. Has any of them ever heard this much noise so close?? You wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

Actually... Dink can kiss your ass. He's literally the one that pulled you into this craziness in your pjs. Like... dude coulda waited until you were decent t-

“Hey, what’s going on?” You curse and look up at the question-er. His eyes stuck looking at the ground, his ears lowered under your hands while his playing with the fabric of his sailcloth. “Sky I’m trying to get you guys out of-“

(Ew) Lady boner gone (Oh no), He dry humpin' me and huffin' like a dog (Hah, hah), And he whispered in my ear did I get off?

You didn’t think it was possible to cringe laugh *this* hard. But oh boy, the collective faces made shouldn’t have been that funny. Red in the face and trying to move everyone faster - incredibly hard considering they’re all standing like statues - are Time, Wars, Legend, and Twilight. Sky, Wild, Four, and Hyrule have moved to cover their own ears, with some crouched against the floor.

Somehow everyone is able to leave the stadium with only their innocence (or lack of thereof) injured, only to find Wind standing with a security guard eating a string cheese and a can of soda next to him.

“There you guys- what happened?” Wind makes his way to y’all and you use that chance to check for visible injuries, making sure no one injured him.

“Although it’s likely they would be the one injured.” Your brain supplied helpfully.

“Uhh…” you look at the group’s states, “let’s just say they weren’t expecting what was inside the stadium.” Wind nods in understanding, “Yeah, Sam wouldn’t let me in because it was ‘for adults.’” You spare a glance towards the guard, who gives a humored nod and sends you guys on your way.

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- The Brit Awards 2013 Highlights

2013

Part 28

Nervously I sit down in my seat straightening my dress as I do. I sit between Zayn and Liam because Harry and I aren’t allowed to sit next to each other according to management

“You ok?” Zayn asks me as I take a sip of water with shaking hands

“Yeah just… nervous I guess”

“How’s your headache?” Harry asks from across the table

“Not great. I know it’s going to kill after tonight. I’ve got some more paracetamol in my bag if I need it”

“Just make sure you definitely have your in ears in. Even if you can’t hear us or yourself” Niall says

“But then I’ll sound terrible”

“Na we’ll keep you in time done worry” Louis says giving me a smile

“Welcome to the 2013 Brit Awards” the announcement starts and we all go quiet.

“Now look who I’ve found over here at this table, One Direction. How are we guys?” James Corden asks sitting in between Zayn and Louis

“Very well very excited” Louis replies into the microphone James is holding

“Now last year we had a chat and the next day you were going to play in America for the first time. Your now the biggest band in the world. You’ve had 2 consecutive number ones in America alone. Is it a bit much to take in?”

‘Yes imagine having many teens looking up to you as a role model and having the media pick out ever flaw and having haters online who have never met you spill nothing but lies and hate towards you and on top of that all of your friendships and romances are public so you never get a break’ is what I would like to say, but James holds the microphone to Zayn who says

“Erm yeah it’s massively overwhelming and we can’t thank our fans enough. They’re the people who got us to where we are so we owe it all to them”

“Now your performing later on tonight. Your performing your comic relief single which is currently, did you know it’s currently number one in 63 countries. I don’t even know if I can name 63 countries. Niall can you?”

“No” he replies shaking his head

“Your going back on tour right? YN when does that kick off”

“We start tour literally this weekend here at the O2 and we’re really excited”

The boys are in jeans and leather jackets while I’m in tight leather trousers and a cute white top. Music for One Way Or Another (Teenage Kicks) starts and we practically jump on stage

“One way or another I’m gonna find ya. I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya. One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya” Harry starts the song glancing over at me before giving me a little nod

“One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya. I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya. One day, maybe next week. I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya” I sing. Thankfully I can hear perfectly fine but the lights aren’t doing anything for my headache at all. I walk down the stairs slowly, but since the boys get down the stairs quicker than me Harry runs back up and takes my hand to make sure I don’t slip while singing

“I wanna hold you wanna hold you right” I take the higher harmony again not helping my head at all. During rehearsals I’ve been told to prolong a high note which I haven’t done yet because of my headache and nausea

“I get teenage kicks right through the night” thankfully I am able to hold the note causing Harry, Louis and Niall group hug me and jump around the stage

“Brit Awards 2013 make some noise for YN!” Liam shouts. At the end of the song Harry once again helps me up the stairs before we are dropped back down.

“And the winner of the global success award is my 5 little brothers and little sister One Direction!” Robby Williams says into the microphone on stage. We all stand up from our seats and hug one another before heading on the stage

“This is really is mind blowing” Louis says taking the microphone from Robbin and holding the award “we have have to start off by thanking our incredible fans. They have been just been unbelievable and we wouldn’t be here today without them”

“This is absolutely amazing thank you so much. I just want to say thank you to our record label and Sony and Syco” Harry and I both give each other other a look when Liam mentions Syco “and to modest our management” I look down at my feet making sure I don’t eye roll. I know Liam has to say this to keep the peace but I really wouldn’t be thanking them “also our parents are in the house tonight so I just want to say thank you to all of them. Thank you so much!”

[pommpuriinn]

Joohyung Getting Sick On Tour

Read Act 2: Sweet Mirage Japan Tour to get a brief introduction to what happened to Joohyung during Saitama day 2.

It was around 10pm and the concert was nearly over and finally the group was changing into their encore outfits to perform the last few songs they had.

“Here’s your skirt for tonight.” One of Joohyung’s main stylist (Sooyoung) handled over Joohyung’s black mini skirt. “Thanks.” Joohyung mumbled, as she got the skirt and was about to lift her left leg in she suddenly got lightheaded with all the rushing and kinda lost balanced. “Oh my, are you ok?” Sooyoung quickly got a hold of her. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine I just lost my balance a bit.” Joohyung laughed it off before quickly putting on her skirt. Sooyoung wasn’t fully convinced but she couldn’t think about it too much since they are still in a concert rushed setting.

“Make sure to keep an eye on Joohyung-ie.” Sooyoung warned Eunha who is Joohyung’s manager. Eunha hummed and took Joohyung and the boys back out to the side of the stage. She kept Sooyoung’s word and looked at Joohyung closely. Joohyung was looking a bit on the paler side on her face and breathing a bit heavier. “Joohyung to do need some water before going on?” Eunha asked, with a bottled water in her hand. Joohyung shook her head ‘no’, “thank you though. I’ll drink some water while we’re closing.”

Joohyung gave Eunha a fake smile before stepping out to the main stage. As she was performing ‘Blue Spring’ the lights sudden became brighter and hotter above Joohyung, she tried shaking it off and even placed her head down on hands which were holding onto the mic. In moas eyes it just looks like Joohyung got a bit emotional and is trying to hide her tears when in reality Joohyung was just trying to hold herself up a bit longer.

Finally the concert ended and everyone was heading to their hotel rooms. Joohyung felt like she can knock out at any second and was even falling asleep standing up in the elevator. “Be careful you’re going to fall.” Beomgyu laughed, as he held Joohyung close to him. “I’m just so tired.” Joohyung mumbled into his chest. Soon the elevator doors opened and Beomgyu pulled Joohyung along with him to their room. As Beomgyu was holding Joohyung close he felt her skin to be a bit hotter than usual, so to prevent Joohyung was getting sick he guided her to the restroom and sat her down on the toilet to help her wash up.

Beomgyu washed her face, brush her teeth, applied her skincare, and finally got her changed into her pajamas which was just one of his shirts and her shorts. Joohyung immediately knocked out once she hit the shared bed, Beomgyu placed the back of his hand on Joohyung’s forehead. “You’ve gotten warmer.” Beomgyu went to get a clean small towel from the restroom and ran it through cold water before ringing it fully out and folding it nicely. He then made his way out of the restroom and back to Joohyung’s side, “here.” Beomgyu placed it on Joohyung’s forehead hoping that would fix her little fever.

He carrying on his night doing his routine before quickly heading into bed with Joohyung and holding her close, “goodnight Jooie. Feel better.” Beomgyu kissed her cheek before snuggling into her neck.

2:10AM

Joohyung woke up to feeling stomach pain so she slowly got up and took the little towel off her forehead, and placed it on the side table before getting up and walking to the restroom. Suddenly, everything she ate the day before came up and out. Joohyung hated throwing up and wanted to stop but her own body wouldn’t let her.

On the main bedroom area Beomgyu started waking up with the noises coming from the restroom, and he started feeling around next to him where Joohyung was at and felt it empty. He got up pretty fast but still with his eyes pretty much close, Beomgyu made his way over to where Joohyung was at. “Noona?!” He was surprised seeing Joohyung’s head in the toilet throwing up. Beomgyu started rubbing her back and holding her hair back along with saying ‘everything going to be ok’.

After a while Joohyung was finally able to stop and actually breath, but now her body was sore from crouching and then clenching her stomach. “Go back and lay on the bed and I’ll go and get you some medicine from the convenience store.” Beomgyu helped Joohyung clean up and on to the bed.

It only took Beomgyu about 20 minutes to get everything and come back, luckily the location of the hotel and right near everything. “Look,” Beomgyu came to sit on Joohyung’s side of the bed with the convenience store bag ready to show her what he got. “I got you some medicine, teas for digestion and for your immune system, and a new toothbrush so you can throw your another one away. I even got the Sanrio one because I think you’ll like it more.” He chuckled, while handing her the cute toothbrush. Joohyung smile while looking at him and back at the toothbrush. “Thank you, puppy.” Joohyung gently caressed Beomgyu’s cheek making him lean in to her lovingly touches. “I love you Jooie~”

The Next Day/Saitama Day 2

Joohyung was the last one to wake up as Beomgyu insisted the staff wake her up on a later time since she didn’t sleep that well last night. Of course everyone knew what was going on with Joohyung, as Beomgyu informed everyone through next that Joohyung wasn’t feeling well and that she did end up throwing up and having a little fever. The members all went to see her and they were all quite worried seeing her pale on the bed.

“Noona~” Kai wrapped his body around her like a little child missing their mother which made Joohyung laugh whole hugging him. “Why are you acting like this?” She lightly ruffled his bed hair. “I’m just a bit worried.” He answered, still holding her. “I’m fine though.” Joohyung reassured Kai and everyone. “But you still look a bit pale. Maybe you should sit out tonight.” The main manger of txt asked also worried with Joohyung’s state. “That’s crazy I can’t sit out!” Joohyung sat up. “I’m fine I promise. I can do this.” Joohyung gave their manager a stern look. She couldn’t disappoint their moas by not showing up just because she felt a little sick, moas spent their hard earn money into them and into this moment just to see them. Their manager sighed, “fine. But the second I see that you’re unwell I’m pulling you out Joohyung. Your health is our priority and it should be yours too.” He gave her his final words.

The staff help ordering their breakfast and brought their personal medic to run a covid test on Joohyung just make sure. Fortunately, it was negative but the medic said that it could be exhaustion so Joohyung had to really watch out about that and too not go as hard tonight as she usually does. Along with ‘if you lightheaded, dizziness, or you feel like you’re going to faint call it a day and just rest because you’re just going to hurt yourself more’. Joohyung thanked the medic and both headed out their separate ways.

“Noona we ordered you a light breakfast just in case your stomach was still weak from last night.” Taehyun sat Joohyung’s breakfast in front of her. “Thank you Taehyun-ie.” Joohyung smiled, as she saw a bowl of stew with some fruits in a cup waiting for her. While the guys were already half way through their breakfast they started seeing Joohyung littler and littler bites of her food until eventually just started moving the spoon around the stew, or the fork playing with the freshly cut fruit. “Are you ok?” Yeonjun rubbed her back. Joohyung hummed, “I have a weak stomach right now, but I’m fine.” Yeonjun nodded understanding Joohyung. “I’ll make you more tea so the food can go down smoother.” Yeonjun got up and grabbed a mug and got one of the teas Beomgyu brought last night and started making it. Not long after Yeonjun brought it back to the table in front of Joohyung. “Here you go noona.” Joohyung placed her phone down and set her eyes on the mug with the tea’s aroma hitting her nose. “Thank you so much junnie-ah.” Joohyung patted Yeonjun’s head earning a smile and a slight blush from him.

Joohyung honestly wanted to cry with how much the members are taking care of her even if it’s something minor. She really couldn’t ask for anything better than them. They are her everything.

Concert Time

“We have make sure we’re watching Joohyung from the corner of our eyes ok. If you see her start loosing balance just hold her a bit see if she’s ok. Ok?” Yeonjun whispered to the rest of the members while Joohyung was getting mic up. All the members agreed and started doing their little stretches before the screen in front of them moved up. As Joohyung was about to walk into her position Kai stopped her, “go easy ok noona.” He rubbed her shoulder. “I’ll try.” Joohyung held his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

Joohyung got into her position and as the screen was lifting she placed her stage face on and prayed that everything will work out the way she wants it. She even made her makeup/hair team create a cute appearance so it will distract moas from thinking she looks sick, hopefully the blush will come through and give her color for her pale sick skin.

Honestly, Joohyung was holding it together was actually smiling and having fun. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the medicine she took awhile ago, but of course not everything lasts. It wasn’t even half through the concert but during their second ment Joohyung started to breathe heavy, and it felt like she couldn’t even catch her breathe. So she started slowly walking behind the members as they were talking to moas trying to walk it off and she was even waving at moas that were behind them. Soobin took notice of Joohyung’s behavior and grabbed a towel and dumped some water on it, and walk to where Joohyung was and placed it around her neck. It was to cool her off without putting some really cold and probably making it worse.

As Yeonjun was finishing the conversation and before going to the next set of songs Soobin whispered to the members to now keep a closer eye on Joohyung because she’s starting to feel it.

It was ‘Can’t You See Me’ that it hit Joohyung a little. But if you were in the audience you wouldn’t even know that she was struggling. The red lights give it a seductive feel and with Joohyung’s half close lids it looks like she giving you and seductive siren look. But in reality the light were harsh on her eyes and making her feel hotter and a bit dizzy.

All the way from ‘I Know I Love You’ to ‘Magic’ Joohyung didn’t move a lot. She was pretty much just walking around singing to moas and the camera. Joohyung really couldn’t run around the stage or even jump with moas like she would do in previous concerts. She was able to do the Magic dance break part without missing a step or falling over, but it was dance unit part where you really saw her miss place her feet due her getting a bit dizzy. Yeonjun quickly held her and both continued smoothly.

This is where you really see Joohyung sickness and some moas already see that Joohyung is unwell during ‘Opening Sequence’. Joohyung had to get up and down from the floor and hit all the moves which wasn’t really agreeing with her stomach a lot. As they move to the near to the end of the song where they had to get on the floor one last time and Taehyun has he moment. Joohyung finally got what felt like two second to try to recollect herself and push through, but she opened her eyes she saw that she missed her cue in front of everyone.

Usually mistakes aren’t bad in anyway mostly if your in a practice room setting or rehearsing on stage, but in Joohyung eyes mistakes when their not intended on stages like these hurt her pride. Especially with someone that’s a perfectionist like her. She basically felt embarrassed and that didn’t go well with her upset stomach again. As they got to they ending pose and Joohyung saw moas worried faces the rush of water came up and Joohyung placed her had on her mouth and turned around quickly. The members moved their mics away from their mouths so everyone wouldn’t hear them. Yeonjun encourage Joohyung to just throw up right then and there, but Joohyung couldn’t do it and it was hurting her more. Beomgyu saw the tears and quickly helped her get off stage and into the hands of the medics that were waiting on the side. “Take care of her, please.” Beomgyu watched with sadden eyes, as they took her away from him in a rush.

Backstage

The medics had a futon in one of the green rooms ready just in case something like this would happen. “Lay her on her side just in case she does vomit.” The female medic instructed, and just as she finished speaking and they got Joohyung on her side she throws up water and bits of what she ate before. They quickly clean her up and start taking off her shoes and some of her stage outfit just so she can cool down. “Here, place the oxygen mask on her.” As they placed the mask over her mouth and nose another medic went to check on on her pupils to see if they’re dilated. “Her pupils are a bit dilated, but not much which is pretty good.” Which means Joohyung’s body wasn’t completely in the exhausted stage. “Let’s get an IV in her arm to hydrate her.” They were able to get her to sit up couch and have an IV in her arm.

Joohyung started to have tears flowing down from her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound indicating that she was crying. When the staff saw her looking at the tv that was monitoring the concert with eyes full of tears, they of course felt so bad for her because they know much performing means to her. “Hey, it’s ok to feel sick and make a little mistake. They would understand Joohyung.” Minseok (one of there staff) tried making Joohyung feel better. Joohyung sniffled and shook her head ‘no’, “but they worked so hard to see us and they deserved to see a performance with no mistakes and have no worries.” Joohyung cried. “And now they have to see an incomplete stage with the thought of a messing member in the back of their heads.” All Minseok could do was to hug her and have a shoulder for her to cry on.

“I talked to the medics and then said that it wouldn’t be best for you to continue performing right now.” Eunha came into the green room to inform Joohyung. “But what about-“

“No Joohyung. I’m sorry but I can’t let you hurt yourself further.” Eunha sternly talked to Joohyung. “Can I at least perform my solo stages for them? I can’t let me down Eunha.” Joohyung looked desperate to perform which hurt Eunha to see her like this. “Joohyung you can’t.”

“Please Eunha let me perform. Let me perform this and I won’t ever do this again I promise.” Joohyung plead to Eunha. Eunha knew it wasn’t right but she saw the hunger in Joohyung’s eyes. The hunger to go on stage, it was the same look Joohyung had a couple years ago during her trainee days. Eunha let out a heavy sigh, “Bae Joohyung this is and will be the final time this will ever happen, ok? I don’t care how minor your sickness is you will never do this again and you will stay resting the next time you feel one ounce of sickness, and this goes for them too.” Eunha pointed at the screen that showed the another five singing and dancing.

“I promise.”

Concert Time After Joohyung Left/Backstage

After explaining that Joohyung wouldn’t be joining them for a couple of songs they move on to one of their slower songs, ‘Anti-Romantic’. It felt weird seeing an empty spot in the middle of the stage and they were all zoning out until they heard no one singing. Beomgyu immediately took all of Joohyung’s lines causing moas to ‘ah’ at how quick Beomgyu was able to pick up Joohyung’s lines. They ultimately felt incomplete.

The members kept on feeling that until Joohyung’s VCR started playing as they got backstage to change. “Is Joohyung going back on stage?!”

“What happened to her?”

“Is she ok Eunha?”

Of course their concern about their noona right away. “Medics said that she was going to hit the stage of exhaustion, but luckily she didn’t.” The boys sighed in relief. “They did stick an IV in her arm to hydrate her body and she did cry obviously, but the crying was mostly because of her performance perfectionism got to her pretty bad.” Eunha explained further. “She really wants to perform her solo stages, so I’m only letting this one thing to do this then she immediately sitting down and getting rest. I don’t think I will let it slide with you guys too, I already warned Joohyung about it.” Eunha gave her final words before going back to Joohyung.

“I knew it got to her.” Yeonjun sighed, as placed his ear-ins over her ears. “You could by the look in her eyes. She was embarrassed, but it wasn’t her fault.” Soobin was sad about the whole situation. “I wish she didn’t have to go through this.” Taehyun hated seeing Joohyung this distressed.

All their heads lift when they heard moas cheer loudly, they saw Joohyung standing on stage like nothing happen. “No matter in sickness she still looks so pretty.” Beomgyu smiled at the tv. “Noona always glows on stage.” Kai replied, watching her start the song.

Unfortunately, the the boys couldn’t cross paths with Joohyung as she had to go backstage again while they were already behind the screens again ready to perform the final half of the concert. This time Beomgyu had to light his own rose, and it felt weird again not having Joohyung by their sides. It just meant that they had to hit the moves just as hard as her and fill in her roles. They got through all songs and each member had a chance to sing Joohyung’s lines which was a bit hard to remember who was going to sing her lines in each song in such a short amount of time, but they got it.

As they ran backstage to change into their finally outfit for the encore they saw Joohyung there already changed with the tour shirt on and her makeup redone. “You’re going to do the encore with us?” Kai asked, with bright eyes. Joohyung nodded, “I feel about 5x times better with the IV they gave me plus we don’t dance during the encore stages, and I want to close this concert with you guys.” The members really admire Joohyung and her dedication to with the group and perform for moa.

Moas were so happy to see Joohyung on stage again with the group. It really shows them how much there’s a missing piece whenever a member isn’t there.

As Joohyung was saying her goodbye speech she got emotional again with the support moas were giving her, and how even though she felt like she wasn’t giving her best it was enough for moas. “I’ll make sure to come back healthy and give you a even better show than I did tonight.” Joohyung bowed before signing tubatu off for the night.

[halfmoondaze]

hiiiii i have quite a few suggestions for dad!jack and aitana hope you like them!

aitana has a nightmare and jack helps calm her down and fall back asleep. aitana meeting his family and/or his friends and being all shy and jack just helping her be comfortable enough to start talking to everyone. maybe aitana and reader touring with jack for a little and everyone is sleeping in their bunks on the tour bus and aitana wakes up crying and tries to look for reader and jacks bunk but instead finding urban or someone else bunk and them taking her and helping her sleep and when everyone wakes up jack and reader can’t find aitana but urban or whoever opens their bunk and they are in there sleeping and they just go back to sleep (saw something similar for a different artist and it was too cute). jack and reader get into an argument and wake up aitana and she gets all sad and thinks they are breaking up and jack is gonna leave so he calms her down and tells her he’ll never leave her or her mom. maybe aitana and reader watching jack from the side of the stage and reader gets distracted and runs onto the stage and helps jack with the next song (also saw something kinda similar for a different artist and loved it.

hope you like some of the suggestions! love your writing!! ❤️

Sad Dream

It was around midnight when Jack was walking across the hallway on his way to your shared bedroom when he heard faint cries coming from Aitana’s bedroom.

Without a second thought, he stopped in his tracks and slowly entered Aitana’s bedroom so as not to startle her.

“Daddy?” she sobbed as she looked up as sat on his bed.

Jack walked over to her bed and turned on the light from her bedside table.

“Hey baby. What’s the matter?” he softly said as he sat on the edge of her bed.

“I had a bad dream” she mumbled.

He picked her up and pulled her onto his lap and hugged her.

“It’s ok, I’m here now”

At that moment you walked into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” you softly asked as you walked over to Aitana’s bed.

“Bad dream” Jack said.

“Oh sweetie” you said as you pulled her into a hug.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” she mumbled.

You kissed the top of her head.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Aitana looked down as she recalled her nightmare.

“Daddy left and didn’t come back for me” she said through tears.

Jack could feel his heart break at the sight of Aitana crying.

Aitana always took it the hardest when Jack had to leave for tour, and the first time he left it was far from easy. You couldn’t really blame her.

You and Jack managed to comfort her and calm her down, and eventually, she fell back to sleep. Once you were sure she was sound asleep, you exited her bedroom.

As Jack made his way back to your shared bedroom with you, he couldn’t help but feel a gut wrenching sense of guilt for being away so often. He did feel sad whenever he was away from Y/N and Aitana, but he didn’t know how bad that was affecting her until now.

“You, ok?” Y/N asked him as he was unusually quiet.

He turned to you.

“I think it's time to hit the pause button. I feel like I’m missing a lot for being away touring….and…..she doesn’t need someone else in her life walking away from her” he said.

“And you won’t,” you said cupping his face. “She loves you I’m sure of that”

“I know, but it's still not fair for her” he sighed. “I think I’m done touring for good. I would still record music and release stuff, but my family should be my number priority right now”

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around him.

“You’re an amazing father, you know that right?”

He smiled to himself.

“Let’s go to bed, ok?” she said looking up at him.

“Yeah”

He kissed the top of your head, and you went back to bed.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Do you know any solo RPGs with a lighthearted or comic tone? I’m getting real stressed due to finals coming up and I’d like to just relax with something silly and/or cute.

THEME: Lighthearted Solo Games

Hello friend, I hope you find these suggestions helpful!

Global Dragon Egg Conservation, by KuumatheBronze.

Welcome to GDEC!

Thank you for your interest in our company. We're incredibly excited to welcome you to the ranks of the Global Dragon Egg Conservation! 

Journal each day with the Dragon Eggs you’ve been given to take care of. Use a deck of cards to randomly generate story prompts, such as eggs elements and preferred nesting materials! Overcome adversity and grow along with your eggs! Watch your beautiful babies fly away knowing you’ve done something amazing.

This is a game that can be played fairly quickly, which is great if you’re balancing a lot of other things but you still want a chance to just sit down and have a brain break. You’ll use a deck of cards to generate eggs and put together interesting little nests, coming up with ideas about the dragons inside as you manage predators, boredom, and wildly different needs. Let your imagination run free!

Merchant, by Hella Big Claws.

"Hello Traveler! Would you perhaps care to buy a sword that tells you how to cook? How about a necklace, that sacrifices all your hair for tough scales? Maybe a nice wine, from the world before. How ab- oh. No? O-ok...."

Merchant is a single player game about creating a small demon merchant, and the wares they wish to sell. 

With only two pages of rules, this is a game that is quick to pick up, easy to play, and allows you to create a little stall for your merchant character to live in. It’s very rules light and gives you a little character to sit in the back of your head (and possibly show up in future games that need a demon merchant!)

Sidekick Story, by Ive Sorocuk.

You are the sidekick of a missing superhero!

Discover what happened to your partner by visiting locations and finding clues, but be careful of the other super-happenings in town!

created for the Hints and Hijinx Jam.

The Hints and Hijinx system usually makes use of two skills that will reduce the size of your skill if you roll poorly, but give you clues on a success. Similar to the Breathless system, you can reset your skills, but you can only do it once per game. You’ll play through three stages: a set-up, an investigation, and a Deduction. Your chances of a proper Deduction grow with each clue unearthed - use your imagination (and provided prompts) to fill out locations, construct clues, and describe the investigation process. 

This specific game is pretty light-hearted due to the setting and genre, although you probably have the ability to make it more or less serious depending on how dire you think the superheroes’ situation is.

Magizoology, by Missy P.

You are the zoologist on a research team tasked with gathering information about an alien planet filled with strange and fantastical creatures. You are curious to see how these creatures use their elemental magic in their daily lives.

Magizoology is a single-player journaling game based on Takuma Okada's Alone Among The Stars. It requires a standard deck of cards, a six-sided die, a place to record your encounters, and an active imagination.

As a creature-cataloguing game this gives your body a chance to rest and your brain a chance to wander. Create some funky creatures! Give them magic powers! Make notes about their behaviour and fill your catalog! You can play this game for as long or as little as you like - whenever you think your scientist is done, you can call it a day. Perfect for those who are short on time and just need a little break.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

Sweaters by Hedgehog, by Haunted Oak Press.

Osteotzee, by Psychound.

[docwritesshit]

Even the Sun gets cold

Blurb: Wukong was always fascinated with the theater, the stories shared making him fall deeper in love with it. But an actor in the cast also helped...

Authors note: OK AU THIS IS AN AU- Wukong and Macaque met in here like- in present times. One shot because I have had this idea bouncing in my head for a month now and needed something down.

Pairing: Wukong x Macaque (Shadowpeach)

Word count: 1.4k

The theater was a place of many wonders, Wukong decided. It was tedious work for sure, but the magic of it all enraptured him, the warmth of the lights up in the catwalk and the valiant speeches on stage creating a nice blanket of comfort he would never get back after the last performance. And his debilitating stage fright made him seek that comfort from backstage, organizing the strewn about costumes and props into their proper places, and making sure expensive props weren’t lost.

He enjoyed this work, but the roles the actors played on stage weren’t the only comfort that was brought to him. A hand on his shoulder reminded him of that as he poured over the magic sheet in his hand, trying to get all the lights focused. He glanced to almost jump out of his skin, the purple face of the Demon Bull King staring at him. The impersonator laughed, shoulder trembling beneath the heavy robe as he lifted the mask off his face, exposing a smile with pronounced fangs. The amber eyes lined with purple squinted as tears built up, still in his laughing fit as the black hair fell around them. Wukong rolled his eyes, smacking the actor in the arm.

“Real funny Mac, about gave me a heart attack before I even set up your down light.”

“Aww, c’mon fuse, the opportunity was right there!”

Wukong scoffed at the nickname, having blown a few outlets from trying to power various lights, and maybe fiddled with the breaker to fox it when he fully blew a fuse. The director was not happy about it, the community theater only having so much budget from donations and fundraisers. But they managed to scrape by, thankfully.

Mac smirked, tail whipping behind him as he caught up to the techie, not done badgering him.

“Mac, I need to get this done during this rehearsal.”

“Then I’ll help!”

“Dude, I have to fit someone who’s a full foot taller than you, you aren’t gonna cut it.”

Mac held his claw to his heart and gasped in mock shock, eyes wide

“Do you really think I’m too short?” He demanded in outrage, a playful smile still on his lips. Wukong gave him the side-eye, tail behind him inching closer to Mac’s He sighed, and relented.

“Fine, stand there.”

Mac bounded to the stage to follow where Wukong’s finger led him. Wukong clambered up the stairs to get in the catwalk, getting to the correct dimmer rack and light. He pulled out the lighting remote from his waistband, typing up the channels and watching the stage light up close to where Mac was standing

“On the X !” He directed the actor, tugging on gloves to protect himself from the heat of the high powered lamp. The simian below obliged, taking a few steps back to where small red x indicated the area that needed to be focused.

He readied the light, hissing the slightest bit at the heat already emitting of the device.

“Tell me when you see a dot looking right at you!”

He pushed the light up, Mac pointing to his right and followed his direction.

“I got the dot!” Macaque announced. Wukong gave a thumbs up, and called for another actor from off stag running lines.

“Hey Chang! Come over here for a sec!”

The actor walked on, at least two heads taller than Macaque. Wukong pointed back down to the X on the floor.

“Stand right there please.”

Chang stood right where he was told, his eyes and upper rest of his face was obscured in shadow. Wukong glared down at the monkey on the ground.

“You see why I do these things now?”

Macaque held his hands up in defeat, jumping off stage and disappearing into the shadows. Wukong sighed, using Chang as a basis for the rest of the focusing.

Wukong yawned, dragging himself back down the stairs as the last few minutes of rehearsal inched further and further. His tail flicked the light switch to turn off the work lights in the catwalk, stretching his arms and legs. Gods, he needed to workout more.

He walked past a few members of the costume crew dragging actors to get their fittings. He chuckled, waving to the poor soul in their clutches.

“Well, I hope he gets back in time for his entrance.” Macaque mused behind the ginger monkey, appearing from the shadows. Wukong snorted, looking back at his tar colored counterpart.

“He will, I have faith.” Wukong responded, taking out his phone and scrolling through it.

Macaque rolled his eyes, slinking up to the monkey and leaning his head on his shoulder, taking a peek at when he was looking at. He scoffed at the articles of peach clothing that covered his Pinterest board, mean-mugging the imp.

“Really? I thought the legends were exaggerating when they described your love of stone fruit.”

“They underestimated it, my friend.” Wukong gave a cheeky grin, tucking his phone back in his pocket. Macaque smirked, taking the chance to ambush the techie.

“Why aren’t you in this play? Acting, I mean.” He clarified the statement. Wukong stilled under the primates' touch, now realizing how close they were and feeling his heart pound. The heat was too much, he didn’t need so much of it.

He pulled out of his grasp, and tapped his chin in thought. He shrugged, trying to not let the sudden cool get to him.

“I have stage fright,” He deadpanned. Macaque froze for a solid three seconds, the time measured by the beats Wukongs heart skipped . Macaque pursed his lips, planting his hands on his knees, and trembled. It took five more seconds for the cackles to start. Wukong crossed his arms, waiting for his companion to calm down. Mac wiped tears from his eyes, gasping for breath.

“Oh, I needed that. Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, has stage fright.” He announced. Wukong sighed, taking his friend by the arm and dragging him away.

“Ha, ha. Laugh it out. There’s a reason I enjoy stage violence now instead of actual fists flying.” He stated, wanting to get out before the theater closed and they were locked in. And he felt the warmth again, one so familiar. He gripped harder, not wanting to forget it again.

The laughs did not let up until they came outside, Wukong summoning his nimbus clouds. Macaque hacked and coughed, getting in the oxygen that he missed.

“Oh, ok. Seriously though, why be here then?” Mac prodded. Wukong paused looking up to meet the eyes of the actor in front of him, the street lights giving a glow to his tar colored fur, like a warm fire. A fire that can’t burn, a fire that gives comfort and safety. A fire Wukong craved. Wukong smiled, and looked down.

“It’s nice to see how everyone goes about their mortal business. They know me, yes, and they know my legacy. But it’s refreshing to see the younger generation treat you with respect in a way that lets you in, and not put you on a pedestal. And I still want to help people, just in a different way.” He remembered the winter nights of flower fruit mountain, all the monies cuddling up to one another for warmth, making massive piles that crushed everyone, but was better than freezing.

He wondered what it would have been, if Macaque was there. Would he still get that inflated ego when he made his way to heaven, or busted his way through hell? Would he have been trapped under that mountain at all?

“Fuse? You’re spacing out again.” Macaque’s voice got him out of his memories, amber eyes trained on his golden ones. Wukong knew he was plunging into that fire, but it was worth a few burns. He cupped the face of his friend, tracing his thumb over his collar bone.

“It also gave me comfort, knowing my stories still held strong. And… the actors themselves weren’t doing such a bad job” He said, feeling the blush creep up on his cheeks. Macaque held his gaze for a few seconds, the tips of his ears gaining a purplish hue. He smirked, pulling the Monkey King forward by the collar of his shirt.

“Hope that stage fright doesn’t go beyond the auditorium~”

Wukong let the fire blanket him, wrap around him, and plunge deeper than he thought was possible. He was certain he would never be cold again.

[ana-chronista]

Its not really much of a prompt but I've always wanted to see Jan painting Nace’s nails and being all blushy because they're touching hands

Not much of a prompt, you say, Anon? Well, my brain apparently took that as a challenge as it managed to spin this out for 1500 words. Enjoy! (And as always, if you would like to let me know your identity, I can gift this to you when I cross-post to AO3. 😊)

“So... will you?” It takes Nace asking a second time to shake Jan out of his surprise. It’s one thing to mess around together on stage, all up in each other’s personal space with hands trailing over guitars or faces, or even in interviews, crammed onto couches that always seem slightly too small for five fully grown men, nudging and poking at each other to pass the time. But this – Nace appearing in front of him in the dressing room with no one else around asking if he’ll help him out by painting his nails for the first time – is something else entirely. Maybe it shouldn’t be. They’ve been friends for ages now and basically live on top of each other along with the others. But it just is, somehow. He realises that Nace is still watching him with that expectant expression because he still hasn’t replied, and rushes to fix that before the silence drags on any longer. “Er, yeah, sure.” he offers, shifting his own bottle of black nail polish to one side. “I’m done with mine anyway.” Nace smiles and pulls a chair over to sit opposite him at the narrow table. “Only one hand though?” he says, nodding at Jan’s left hand. “I noticed you do that, but I don’t think I ever asked you why.” “Oh, er, I’m no good at painting with my left hand. I pick at it anyway, so it never lasts long and...” He shrugs, trying to cut himself off before he rambles too much. “It just doesn’t seem worth it.” If Nace notices Jan’s mouth edging towards running away with itself, he doesn’t say anything. “Oh, OK. Makes sense.” he agrees amicably as he passes over a new bottle that’s been nestled in his hand. “Still, I’ve never painted mine before so I wouldn’t even know where to start really.” Jan frowns at the familiar bright purple shade of the bottle. “Is this Kiki’s?” “Yeah, he said I could borrow it. Besides, it seemed like a good colour for the first time. I like purple.” He can feel a smile tugging at his lips as he shakes the bottle. “Like Gengar, right?” “Yeah, exactly.” Nace replies, and when Jan glances up he sees a wide grin lighting up the bassist’s face. It does things to his insides that he doesn’t want to think about, especially not when they’re alone and this close. He takes a deep breath and gestures with his free hand. “Alright, whichever side you want to start with.” The sharp scent of the polish stings his nostrils as he opens the bottle and clears the brush, providing a moment’s distraction as Nace slides his left hand across the table. It takes a moment to get used to painting from a different angle to usual, and another moment to get used to the different shape of Nace’s nails, but he soon finds it easy enough. The older man’s hand is pliable in his own as he lets Jan move it whichever way he needs to get the best angle, years of bass playing apparently leaving him with no issues about holding his fingers in potentially uncomfortable positions for a while. They’re nice fingers, Jan notices. Not that he hasn’t before – he’s been mesmerised on stage and in practice more times than he can count by their speed and dexterity on the bass – but there’s something different about it now, up close and just the two of them. Try as he might, focusing on the rhythmic strokes of the brush and the need to keep the colour even doesn’t distract him fully from the strong muscles and firm knuckles of Nace’s long fingers. His throat feels dry suddenly. He finishes up as quickly as he can and sits back. “Left side’s done.” he says, dipping the brush again and starting to scrape off the excess. “Be careful with it while it’s drying and we can – ” But before he can even finish the sentence, Nace puts his right hand directly into Jan’s free left one, almost startling him into knocking over the bottle. The calluses on his fingertips brush gently against the inside of his wrist just briefly before he pulls back to settle his palm more comfortably in Jan’s.

If he’s ever thought of what it might feel like to have those callused fingers tracing over his thighs, or the weight of that palm pressing on his spine to bend him over, or that strong grip wrapped around him, well, he’s certainly not thinking about it now, no matter what the heat rising in his cheeks and pooling in his belly might indicate. Those are definitely thoughts best kept between him and the walls of his shower. The silence between them is ringing in his ears. He knows Nace is watching him intently as he prepares the brush and starts on the blank set of nails. Even while refusing to look up, he can feel his eyes burning into him as he keeps his head maybe a bit lower than it needs to be, hoping his loose hair is doing a good enough job at hiding his flushed cheeks. Right now, he feels like Nace would be able to see every less than platonic thought he’s ever had about him written all over his face. Much safer to keep his head down. Three nails to go. He dips and clears the brush again. He can manage this. Two nails to go. Is it hot in here all of a sudden or is it him? He doesn’t want to ask. It feels like the walls are narrowing in on them. One nail to go. Whoever designed this table had no idea how tall real people are. It feels like they’re far too close. Nace’s foot is centimetres from his own but it feels like he’s pressed right up against him. If he shifts at all, his knee is going to brush Jan’s thigh. And finally... “OK, all done.” Jan says, leaning back with a nod. “If you decide you like it, we can do a second coat after that dries fully.” He wants to kick himself as soon as the words leave his mouth. The last thing he should be doing is putting himself through all that again, but apparently his need to be a good friend and do the job properly has won out. That, or perhaps his subconscious wants another go at holding Nace’s hands. But he pushes that idea out of his head as soon as it pops up and busies himself with screwing the bottle back up. Maybe a second time round won’t be as intense; at least it feels like the walls have moved back out again. Nace, meanwhile, is twisting his hands this way and that, fingers splayed carefully to avoid any smudges as he admires his newly painted nails. “Great, thanks! It looks so much better than when I do it myself.” Jan freezes. Nace’s tone is light but his words pin Jan to the spot nonetheless. “Wait, what?” he manages past a throat that’s suddenly too dry again. “I thought you said you’d never had your nails painted before?” There’s a pause that goes on slightly too long as Jan stares at him in disbelief, until suddenly Nace’s lips quirk up at one side in a grin that’s anything but apologetic. The scrape of his chair on the floor tiles is shockingly loud in the otherwise silent room, but Jan doesn’t even have a moment to register it before Nace is standing, palms pressed flat and still against the table top, and leaning over to – His lips land right at the corner of Jan’s own, teasingly light but distinctly there for a moment longer than friendliness would allow for. In his mind’s eye, Jan sees a flash of himself turning his head just a fraction, meeting Nace’s mouth with his own, but before he can kick himself into action, the bassist is already pulling away with a slight scratch of stubble and a warm rush of a murmured “thanks, Janči” right in his ear.

He hopes Nace is too busy sitting back down to notice the shuddering breath he lets out, but with that self-satisfied smile still in place, it honestly could have gone either way. Desperate to avoid lapsing into another silence and having it be a whole thing, he says quickly, “They’re probably fine now, as long as you’re careful with them.” Nace glances at his nails quickly and nods, but his mind seems elsewhere. His gaze flicks to the black nail polish before returning to meet Jan’s own, rooting him to the spot. “If you like, I’ll do your right hand for you.” And Jan’s not sure he’s fully capable of coherent speech right now, but at least whatever answer he gets out sounds positive enough. Then again, maybe he doesn’t need to say anything at all, because Nace’s already reaching for his hand, brushing his thumb over Jan’s palm, smiling all the while.

[cosmicbrowniefan]

HOT FUCKING TAKE

ok so we know that robin does drama club (stated in season 3) and eddie does drama club (jason wrote it on the list of places to find him). i think that (let’s pretend steve’s still in high school here, okay?) steve would decide to join drama club just bc his best friend is in it and also his crush. i think everyone would expect eddie to do backstage crew but no i have a headcanon that this mf is actually a god onstage and he would 110% be one of the leads. on the other hand, i DO believe that robin is backstage, as the badass surprisingly put together stage manager. although they tried to get steve to audition (”come ON if people see you’re in it they’ll all come see the show!”), he decides to help out backstage. he was assigned to be one of the crew members who helps with quick changes. now steve is not very put together and doing these fast changes under time constraints REALLY stresses him out, but there’s no way in hell he’s gonna back out, bc this mf got assigned to specifically help eddie munson with his quick changes. and although eddie ends up doing most of the work (not only is steve stressed, he’s changing the clothes of his crush), eddie wouldn’t pick someone else to change him worth anything bc “jesus CHRIST harrington I’M the one who’s supposed to be all sweaty from the stage lights and everything, the fuck is getting YOU so heated back here, big boy?”

i will be taking no critiques on this (but i will be taking opinions on whether or not i should make a one-shot of this)