#( then ur muse responds to the text with their choice )

[bailesona]

psst hit the heart if u wanna be tagged in a vacation starter w the squad, the kids, and aisling! one of the muses will text ur muse first asking them to pick a vacation destination, and then u can pick one of the cars for your muse to travel in, and we'll take it from there!

[scandeniall]

Let’s Make a Song

Pairing: rnbsinger!atsumu x rnbsinger!reader

Summary/warnings: ur long term on again off again bf Atsumu wants to do your first song together. Thing is you’re currently off/honestly just cursing. 1 tiny implied nsfw sentence. Literally 1

the 2nd piece in rnb!haikyuu bc why tf not. Other

a/n: The song that’s written is change by Arin Ray & Kehlani (that’s also the cover art mentioned later)

Wc: 2.8K

When your manager relayed the invitation to collaborate with Atsumu you were rather surprised. He didn’t do many new collaborations, reserving those for people he’d worked with in the past. Then there was the fact that he hadn’t asked you personally. The two of you were more than acquainted and he definitely had your phone number. But then again it’d been months since you’d last had any contact.

The two of you had been on and off again for the larger part of your careers, meeting in high school and building a friendship for years. A year after graduation you’d decided to make the switch from friendship to relationship. And it worked. The two of you both wanted to pursue music and understood one another. You were one another’s number one fan, muse, and confidant as you grew in popularity.

He’d gotten signed before you but neither of you thought it would change things. Then he started being around less and less getting busy recording his first studio album while you continued to work independently. He’d still come back to you at the end of the night. However that was short lived thus bringing about the first of many splits over the years. It was mutual—things were too busy to give the love someone deserved.

During that first split you’d ended up getting signed yourself. In only a few months you were immediately thrusted into the same professional world as Atsumu and that brought the two of you back together. He’d seen the announcement post on social media and paraded over to yours that night rambling about the betrayal of you not telling him you were in talks with a label. He’d bought over dinner and the two of you got back to talking consistently and rekindled in mere weeks.

That had been at 19. Now at 23 the two of you were still a roller coaster. You’d broken up for a number of reasons over the years. Busy schedules, his ego, your attitude, internet rumors mixed with poor communication, poor timing, you name it. Yet the two of you always found your way back like magnets.

You weren’t quite sure what you expected when you agreed to doing a song with Atsumu, who you were currently off with. In all your years, the two of you had never done a song together. Sure you’d fucked around with writing a few times but neither of you ever used any of those songs. You two had different styles, him focusing more on heavy bass, and reminiscent on the SoundCloud style. Meanwhile you were more soulful and melodic.

You hadn’t even so much as texted atsumu in like three months So of course it was a surprise when you made your way to his for a writing session to see the lyrics he’d already come up with. Lyrics that just by the way he read them to you, were clearly about you.

you’ve got me all in my feelings And I know you get tired of running You stole my heart and I mean it When we break up, can’t wait to make up

“That’s all I got so far,” he sighed leaning back on the couch next to you. “What do ya think”

“It’s different from your usual shit. It’s softer.” You ignore the scoff he sends you and sit back on the couch before he starts complaining. “But I like it. What was the inspiration.” You’re not even sure why you asked. Maybe it was the desire to have confirmation that you really have been the one all these years. There was still a chance it could’ve been someone else

“And you say yer the smart one between us,” is all he says before grabbing his laptop off the coffee table. “I got this beat too. Suna sent it over this morning and I think I wanna use it.” You choose to ignore his confirmation as you begin to get comfortable against the couch. He plays the instrumental and it only further surprises you from just how different it was from his usual. It was undoubtedly more your style and you're almost offended that your friend hadn’t sent you the beat instead. “Ya like it?”

“Could you play it back.” You begin to hum along a few nonsensical words to yourself and you’re aware of Atsumu’s eyes on you. He watches as you hit the voice record on your phone, already aware that you do that in case you say something that you like. You try to think back to what he started with and He moves his notebook closer to you so you can get a better view of the words messily scribbled.

You can’t keep coming and going In and out of my life please make up your fucking mind I give you time and you kill it

Immediately after that he pauses much to your annoyance and ignores your complaint. “I like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Sounds like yer replying back. Like a conversation,” he nods. “Is that really how ya feel about me?” You don’t miss the way he tries to subtly put his arm around the back of the couch and subsequently you. And your laugh.

“God you’re annoying Atsumu.” You end up caving, moving the laptop back to the table in front of you and moving under his waiting arm. You can’t even deny the way you like it either, comforted by the way his hand rubs up and down your arm. “Is that how you feel about us,” you challenge referring to the lyrics he’d come up with

“Course. I look forward to making up ya know.” He chuckles and the look of faux disgust you send him before continuing. “But I mean it. Ya got my heart and have for years.” The words are paired with a kiss to your temple.

You two sit in silence for a few moments before you break it with a sigh. “I’m tired of this shit Tsumu. It’s been years of us and this and the older I get, the more draining it is. I wonder all the time if I should stay or just leave for good.” It’s the first time you’ve ever admitted it to anyone other than yourself, and it’s to the person that has the power to break your heart at any given moment. The only small comfort is that you know it’s mutual and that you hold his as well.

“If you’re tired then write it out (Y/N). It’s part of the reason I asked ya to do a song.” He nudges you to sit up and catches your eye. “I think about ya way too fucking much and I’ve thought about if shit between us was worth it too.” He looks like he’s in through for a moment before quickly grabbing his notebook scribbling for a minute before showing you.

thinking of you is all I do honestly I might go insane cause when we break up can’t wait to make up Some things will never change

He’s playing the instrumental before you can say anything waiting until a certain part and signaling for you to just wait. Then his voice softly fills your ears as he goes into the words and points at you to follow up with what you’d sung before. As you near the end you gesture for him not to stop it yet

It’s very personal to me That you give it everything Should I stay? Should I go? Should I leave? I don't know.

After that your mind blanks and you reach over to pause the track. It felt good. Really good. “I think I have my verse,” you exclaim. “And what if we repeat your part. Maybe starting from thinking of you” you half mumble the words already writing away at your own notebook. You don’t even notice the look Atsumus giving you until you look back up minutes later after humming along and trying to string the words together. “What”

“It’s nothin. Just love watching ya write that’s all.” You end up shooting him a soft smile before focusing back on the words in front of you. “Actually, this beat is more you than me so did ya wanna do the bridge”

That causes you to look up in confusion. “Are you sure? It’s your song. It’d be weird for me to have a bigger part?” Atsumu is brushing off the question of you asking him to be serious. You didn’t want to step on any toes or offend anyone.

“If it’s that big a deal to ya we can go back n forth or somthin’.” His eyes question yours for a moment before smiling in victory at your agreeing. “Besides, Suna was gonna send it to ya anyways. Paid him to let me have it instead. Didn’t take much just-Ow!” HES quickly cut off by your fist coming into contact with his shoulder. “Why’d ya-“

“You’re an ass, did you know that,” you roll your eyes in response. No wonder the beat was so different from his usual. Because the track wasn’t meant for him. You’d have to bitch at Suna later for giving the track to Atsumu of all people. And for who knows what kind of lowball offer it was. “Wanna tell me why you did that. Or I can leave. Your choice” you’re closing your notebook at this point shifting away from him a bit.

“I missed ya.” It’s the only thing he says before your scoffing and getting off the couch and starting to gather your things.  “I’m serious (Y/N).” The feeling of his hand grabbing at yours causes you to stop. “I kept thinking about us and couldn’t Bring myself to text. I got Suna to give me the track cause I wanted to see ya and talk.”

“Why couldn’t you just text?”

“I can say it better in a song. And I know you can too. Now c’mon don’t go alright?” You allow him to tug you back down onto the couch with a sigh. He wasn’t necessarily wrong. You’d wanted to settle things between you both once and for all for a while now. He just provided the opportunity. You both needed to know if you were just wasting time.

“Listen. If ya wanna talk about it outside of the song let’s go for a drive then.”

“First you steal my beat to get me to come over, now you wanna trap me in a car with you?” Atsumu only looks at you unbothered before you sigh. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“If it’s that bad, you know how to tuck and roll. I might slow down enough.” —-

“Atsumu what are we doing,”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance before responding. “Driving.” When you don’t reply he lets out a sigh before giving a real answer. “Do you still love me?”

“Yes,” it’s like you answer before your brain even ponders the question. “Do you still love me?”

“Wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.” His words are just as confident. He shoots you a quick glance before continuing. “I wanna get back together. For good this time. Heard about yer date with that Semi guy.”

Your breath hitches for a moment. While you’re not surprised that he knew about the date last month, you didn’t think he’d mention it. You’d woken up the morning after notifications crazy. Pictures of the two of you filled them and many of the tweets had actually tagged Atsumu as well.

“We weren’t together so ya don’t have to go explaining anything,” he stops you from your attempt at an apology. “Of course i'm not sure what ya saw in that guy. But it made me realize that yer the one I want. Always been the one.” He shrugs before the hand closest to you comes to rest on your thigh. “And I’ve always been the one for you too right?”

“Are you serious about wanting to make us work this time?” His hand leaves your leg for the wheel again and you watch in confusion as he makes a few sudden turns. He mutters something about giving him a few minutes before pulling into a random parking lot. He shuts the car off before unbuckling so he can turn his entire body to face you. “What are you doing Atsumu?”

“Move in with me.” You’re looking at him like he’s grown another head before he continues. “My lease with Samu is almost up and he’s been wanting to move closer to his shop and I wanna be closer to a studio. I’m serious about us and I just think-“

“Would you actually help with boxes or just sit on your ass and watch?”

The questions cause him to frown a bit in thought and you can’t help but laugh as he actually interprets the words and what they really mean. You could tell the exact moment he gets it and a lazy smirk settles on his face instead. “No promises babe. I kinda like watching ya walk away.”

The way his face eased closer to yours had you following his lead until your lips met. You can feel yourself smiling as one of his hands comes to cup your jaw. The kiss is sweet, lips moving slowly against yours in a reunion of sorts. “Stay over tonight we can work on the song again tomorrow.” He pulls away just enough to insist, resting his forehead against yours.

“Already told Samu so he’s bringing enough dinner home. And I got a new toothbrush in the bathroom.”You lean to peck his lips before sitting back in the seat. “You knew this would happen didn’t you.” Despite the accusation you find yourself agreeing with no hesitation.

“I hoped. It’s a difference babe. If not, more food for me” his hand quickly grabs yours to place a kiss on your own before settling back on the wheel. “Let’s get back I’m starvin”

—— “Are yer eyes closed? Are you sure? Don’t peek-“

“Hurry up Atsumu,” you groan as you allow him to lead you to god knows where. The song you’d guys finished a few weeks ago was set to release in a few hours and Atsumu refused to let you see the song cover. It was a surprise, or so he told you every time you tried to ask. Even in his new song tease on twitter he just posted blank images. New song with a surprise guest coming soon ;)

He’d had you meet him at his label and jumped on you the second you stepped into the building blindfold in hand and stupid grin on his face. “Don’t act like this is a new thing for ya,” he’d whisper in your ear as he tied the blindfold and laughed when you attempted to hit at him and miss.

“Stop complaining before I make you wait until the songs officially out. We’re almost there” you feel his hand leave yours before it’s placed on your back. You can hear a door open before he instructs you in. “Small step up.” With your restricted sight your hearing has seemed to increase tenfold. You can hear the sound of blinds opening and him moving around. “One second babe.”

After a few more moments and complaints for him to hurry up a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Leaning into the warmth you feel his lips kiss up your neck before stopping. “You can look now.”

It takes a moment for your eyes to spot it. First your eyes dart around the room to see nothing out of the ordinary save for a table with a champagne bottle. Then one of his arms points toward the window and you freeze in shock. “Atsumu is this?” You turn to look at him expectedly as he nods and pushes you near it. From the window of the building you see the cover art plastered on a billboard.

“Where did you find that?”

Atsumu’s voice grows closer as he stops next to you. “Our mom came down a while ago. Had some shit to deliver and brought some scrapbooks. It was in there.” You nod in understanding before he continues. “Ya like it?”

The picture was one from years ago. He’d just gotten signed and that weekend you and a few friends went on a road trip to celebrate. That particular picture had been taken on a Polaroid as you two were outside supposedly star gazing. On the mountain of blankets it was clear that his attention was more on you than the sky. It was one of your favorite pictures for a while then eventually you had broken up (for the first time) and it was long forgotten.

“Love it. Brings back memories you know?” You don’t even notice he’d gone to pour you a glass before he's dangling off in front of your face.

“Here’s to our first song together babe”

bonus things

yall actually filmed a music vid (this isnt included bc i am only now finding out theres a mv despite having this song in my music for a year)

he tweets the song link with “decided to stay”

atsumu ends up buying suna a ps5 game he wanted as a thank you (not w/o complaining though)

ppl on the internet arent even surprised that yall are back together (theyre tired too tf)

atsumu ends up putting that polaroid in his clear phone case <3

this is yall 6th time getting back together (yall keep trying HUH lmfao. but yall never actually ended on bad terms and always stayed friend)

you end tweeting a joke “ok last time yall i promise LMFAO”

[livesincerely]

it’s so easy (too easy) to love you, ch. 1

Also on Ao3

00000

Davey’s just gotten out of class—literally just walked out the door—when his phone starts ringing.

“Davey,” Tony says the moment he answers, not even giving Davey time to say hello, “can you swing by the apartment real quick?”

Davey sighs. “Are you locked out of the house again?”

There’s a guilty silence. Then, “Or maybe I just wanna see you, huh? You don’t know.”

“Tony.”

“Charlie’s the one that lost the spare,” Tony capitulates immediately, there’s an indignant “Hey!” somewhere in the background, “and I left my keys in my locker ‘cause I thought Charlie had his—”

There’s a scuffle of noise, then Charlie’s voice breaks in, “—don’t listen to him Davey, I asked him before we even got on the subway if he had his keys and he said he did but he didn’t even check—”

“—well, I thought you had yours, didn’t I?—”

“—and he was twenty minutes late picking me up from band practice because he was too busy making out with Spot Conlon to come help me carry my stuff—”

“—that was supposed to be a secret you little shit!”

“—you started it!”

Davey pulls the phone away from his ear as the other side of the line descends into a mess of indistinct yelling. He thinks about trying to get their attention, but he decides to just start heading towards the apartment, muting his side of the call while he waits them out—they’ll remember him eventually.

In the meantime, Davey sends a quick text:

Tony and Charlie locked themselves out of the house again

He’s not expecting a response, but Jack must be in-between projects because he gets one almost immediately.

jc again?

And you’re going to have to get a new spare made

fuck okay i’ll take care of it. are you heading over?

I’m walking there now

ur the light of my life dave

Davey can’t help but smile at this, a soft feeling fluttering in his chest. Before he can write back, Jack sends another text:

how did ur midterm go?

I feel good about it! Def did better than I thought it would!

duh youve been living in the library all week ofc ur gonna do great. ill swing by the grocery omw home and pick up some ice cream to celebrate. do we need anything else while im there?

Get a bell pepper and some tomato paste, I’m going to make spaghetti for dinner. And we need more laundry detergent.

fuck yes im starving! can we do garlic bread too?

Come home on time and we’ll see.

u drive a hard bargain. kerian owes me a favor so he can stay late tonight lol

“Davey?” The sound of Charlie’s voice, tinny and muffled, prompts Davey to lift his phone back to his ear; it seems like he might’ve been calling Davey’s name for a while. “Are you still there?”

“I’m still here,” Davey confirms.

“So are ya comin’ or what?” Tony cuts in, ever impatient. “I’m roasting out here!”

“Well, I was thinking about leaving you to ruminate on your poor life choices,” Davey responds dryly, “but I guess I can come let you in, since you asked so nicely.”

“Thanks, Davey,” Charlie says.

“I’ll be there soon,” Davey confirms.

“Hurry, will ya? Much longer and I’m gonna get heatstroke and die,” Tony declares.

Davey rolls his eyes. “Goodbye, Tony.”

00000

When he arrives at Jack’s building some twenty minutes later, Davey finds Tony and Charlie right where he expects them: crowded together in the little bit of shade the roof’s overhang offers, wearing identical grumpy expressions that brighten immediately when they spot him approaching.

"Finally!" Tony exclaims, shooting to his feet. "What took you so long?"

“Stop losing your keys and you won’t have to wait for me,” Davey counters, slotting his key into the deadbolt and hefting open the heavy exterior door. He props it open with his hip and lets Tony and Charlie scurry past him into the AC. “You couldn’t get anyone to buzz you in?”

“Old Man Davis hasn’t gotten his hearing aid replaced yet,” Charlie explains as they climb the stairs up to the second floor, “and Mrs. Ikeda isn’t home.”

“She joined a new book club,” Tony adds. “She won’t be back till late.”

“Oh, I’ll have to ask her about it when I see her next,” Davey muses.

He gets the apartment door unlocked and the boys pile inside, tossing their backpacks down with dramatic groans of relief.  Charlie makes a beeline for his bedroom; Davey expects Tony to do the same but he takes a seat at the kitchen table instead, booting up his laptop with a couple of keystrokes.

“I’ve got a paper due in English tomorrow,” Tony explains. “Can you look it over once it’s finished? Maybe later this evening”

“Of course,” Davey replies. “What’s it on?”

“Lord of the Flies.”

Davey’s nose wrinkles up. “Oh, I hated that one. What’s the essay prompt?”

“Identify Golding’s argument about human nature as proposed in Lord of the Flies,” Tony reads off the top of the assignment outline. “Then make an argument agreeing or disagreeing with his assessment, using evidence from the text.”

Davey rolls his eyes. “Good to see that high school literature classes haven’t changed much in the last few years,” he says with a sigh. “How much have you written so far?”

“Oh, I haven’t even started it yet,” Tony casually rebuts.

“Is everything going okay?” Davey asks, frowning slightly. “If things are getting worse we can make an appointment—”

But Tony waives his concerns aside. “Nah, this is regular old procrastination, not ADHD procrastination. Like ya said, Lord of the Flies sucks ass, so I just didn’t want to write it.”

“Well, let one of us know if you start having trouble,” Davey says.

"Okay, mom,” Tony agrees, somewhat distracted. He’s already got a blank document pulled up on his laptop, a battered and thoroughly dog-eared copy of the book laying open beside him.

Davey looks at him for another moment, then he shrugs and continues making his way into the kitchen—he figures there’s no need to worry unless Racer starts actually missing assignments. And he’s right: Lord of the Flies does suck ass.

By the time Jack gets home they’re each fully entrenched in different activities: Davey’s washed a sink full of dishes and is working on drying the last few pieces of silverware, Tony is still posted up at the kitchen table, carefully hammering out a draft of his paper, and there are the familiar sounds of Charlie working through different musical scales on his oboe in the back bedroom.

“Honey, I’m home!” Jack calls jokingly as he enters. There’s a rustle of plastic and soft thunk of the front door closing behind him, then he comes around the corner into the dining room with an armful of groceries.

“Hey, Jack,” Davey greets absently. He starts rifling through the bags almost before Jack can finish putting them down. “Did you get the tomato—?”

“I got the tomato paste,” Jack says, kicking off his shoes and leaving them in the entryway with all the others, “and I picked up some more of that fancy coffee you like from the place around the corner, even though it’s expensive as all hell.”

“Don’t judge me,” Davey replies, gathering up an armful of vegetables and carrying them further into the kitchen. “You spend a semester grading 'Intro to Shakespeare' homework and tell me how much caffeine you consume.”

“I’m just saying, the rest of us schmucks drink regular coffee and do just fine,” Jack continues. “You can feed your crippling caffeine addiction just as well with Folgers and it’ll cut down on the grocery bill.”

“Watch it, Kelly,” Davey says, pointing a finger teasingly in Jack’s direction. “Smartasses don’t get dinner.”

“‘s that so?” Jack asks with a grin. “Then why the hell are we still feeding Tony?”

“I heard that,” Tony grumbles from the kitchen table.

“Yeah, you were supposed to,” Jack says, moving over to Tony and slinging an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. Tony bats at Jack’s hand but makes no real attempt to get away. Then Jack says, “So, I hear you and your brother lost another set of keys.”

Tony throws Davey a look of the deepest betrayal. “You told Jack?”

“Of course he did,” Jack says. “Someone’s gonna have to get new ones made, and it sure ain’t gonna be either half of the dynamic duo.”

“Charlie lost the spare,” Tony says, mercilessly throwing Charlie under the bus while he’s not in the room to defend himself. “And I didn’t lose my keys, I just left them in my locker.”

“Uh huh, save it for the judge,” Jack responds, ruffling Tony’s hair. “Just know if I end up having to change the deadbolt, it’s coming outta your subway money.”

“Jackie, leave Tony alone,” Davey comments mildly over Tony’s spluttering protests. “He needs to work on that paper and you’re distracting him.”

“Yeah, Jack,” Tony repeats, a little smug. “You’re distracting me.”

Davey turns to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Tony quickly busies himself with his homework.

Davey makes quick work of washing a green pepper and peeling an onion, then starts dicing both into small, neat pieces. He feels more than hears Jack sidle up behind him: the familiar weight of his gaze, the solid presence at his back. He stands there quietly, leaning against the counter-top and just watching Davey cook; unbothered, Davey leaves him be for the moment and moves to the stove, scraping the chopped vegetables off the cutting board and into a pan to start softening.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Davey glances over his shoulder at Jack and says, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me with this? You know there’s no loitering in my kitchen.”

“Well, I’m nothin’ if not a law abidin’ citizen,” Jack drawls in answer, the corner of his mouth quirking up. He rolls up his shirt sleeves, exposing the long, muscular line of his forearms, and washes his hands in the kitchen sink. “Where do you want me?”

Davey licks his lips. “Think you can handle browning the hamburger?”

“I’m sure I can manage,” Jack responds with a smirk.

Davey steps out of the way, letting Jack take his place in front of the sauce pan while he gets a pot of water set up on a different burner, salting it so it boils faster. They settle into their familiar dinner-routine, moving around and past each other with ease as they work on getting everything ready, chattering idly all the while.

“I’ve gotta head back out this evening,” Jack says at one point, as he sets the tray of garlic bread in the oven to toast. “Johnson’s got me working a night shoot and I have to be downtown by 9.”

“How long is the session?” Davey asks. “Here, will you open this?”

“We’re scheduled for five hours, but we might get to wrap it up early if everything goes well.” Jack’s hand brushes against the small of Davey’s back and they trade places again, Davey stepping back up to the stove-top and Jack rifling around in one of the drawers for a can opener.

“Are ya spendin’ the night or are ya headin’ back to campus?”

“Depends on how much help Tony needs with his paper,” Davey replies, shaking his head. He takes the can when Jack hands it back to him and empties it into the saucepan, then gives the whole thing a good stir. “We might be at it a while.”

Jack huffs out a laugh. “Well, if you do spend the night, go ahead and take the bed. The extra blankets are in the usual place.”

Davey sets down the spoon he’s holding, crossing his arms across his chest. “Jack,” he says warningly.

“Davey,” Jack echoes back in the exact same tone of voice. In the background there’s the faint sound of Tony muttering, “Jesus, not this again.”

“Jack, I’m not gonna kick you out of your bed,” Davey says, rehashing the same old argument for what feels like the millionth time. “I’m perfectly fine taking the couch.”

“Or you could do the smart thing and just take the bed,” Jack counters as he always does. “I’m not even gonna be here to use it.”

“You’ll want an actual mattress when you get home, especially if you’re out late.” Davey argues. “I don’t even have class tomorrow, it’ll be fine.”

“If you don’t take the bed I’ll just carry you in there once I get back,” Jack says, as if that's a perfectly reasonable course of action. “So you might as well save me the trouble.”

Davey sputters. “That’s not— You can’t just— That only happened a couple of times!” he finally gets out.

"Well, actually, it's been more like four or five times," Jack says with a smirk. "But hey, who's counting?"

"That trick won't keep working," Davey grumbles, feeling the back of his neck start to heat up.

“You sleep like a fucking rock, Dave,” Jack says, rolling his eyes. “Why wouldn’t it keep working?”

“No, see, that’s exactly why I should take the couch,” Davey insists. “It’s not like the sound of you coming in will wake me up—”

Jack turns to face him. Davey cuts off, slightly startled—he hadn’t realized they were standing so close to each other.

“Just take the bed, Davey,” Jack all but orders, and those dark eyes with that low voice are a heady combination. “Please?”

Davey bites at his lower lip, suddenly flustered. “Fine,” he reluctantly concedes, hoping Jack will attribute his flushed face to the heat of the kitchen. “Just this once.”

"Thank you," Jack says with a dramatic heave of his chest, looking much too pleased with himself. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You're letting the garlic bread burn," Davey answers tartly.

"Oh shit—!"

00000

Later that evening, after they’ve all finished eating and have cleaned up, Davey, Tony, and Charlie are still gathered around the table, working on various assignments.

Davey is finishing the readings for his Monday lecture in between helping Tony finalize the exact wording of his essay. Charlie sits opposite him, working through his geometry homework and every so often there’s a huff of breath and the rubbery scratch of an eraser—Davey makes a mental note to swipe some more pencils and notebook paper from the grad lounge when he’s there next.

Davey notices the time and frowns. “Jack,” he calls out, “it’s already 7:30. If you don’t leave soon you’re gonna be late for work.”

There’s a clamor of noise from down the hall, then Jack appears, freshly showered and fumbling to put on his socks and button up a clean shirt at the same time.

“Fuck, Johnson is gonna kill me,” Jack grumbles. He pats down his pockets, then groans. “Christ, has anyone seen my—”

“Your wallet and keys are on the counter by the microwave,” Davey says, pointing. “And take a jacket, it’s supposed to rain later.”

“Great, I’m sure the models will love that,” Jack says with a groan. “Hopefully we’ll be able to get through everything without getting rained out.”

He meanders his way over to the table, peering at Charlie’s homework from over his shoulder. “If Tony is still busy and ya get stuck, text me,” Jack tells him. “I probably won't be able to answer right away, but if ya send me a picture of the problem I can probably talk ya through it between shots.”

Charlie hums his acknowledgment, still scribbling furiously. Jack turns to Tony.

“Listen to whatever Davey tells you about your paper,” he advises. “The only reason I got through undergraduate writing was ‘cause Davey proofread all my shit before I turned it in.”

“I thought I was s’pposed to always listen to Davey,” Tony says distractedly, tongue poking out between his teeth as he types.

Jack pauses, considering. “Yeah, just do that.”

“Jack—”

“Oh, and Dave cooked, so you shitheads better do the dishes, get me?”

“Jack, you’re gonna be late,” Davey cuts in firmly, holding out Jack’s jacket for him.

“Alright, I’m going,” Jack says, shrugging it on, and he finally starts making moves towards the door.

He gives Charlie one last pat on the shoulder and cuffs Tony lightly across the back of the head in a slightly rougher, but no less affectionate goodbye, which is per usual. Then he turns to Davey, tips his chin up, and kisses him right on the mouth, short and sweet.

“Lock the door behind me and don’t forget to—” Jack stops mid-sentence, then turns bright red.

“Um,” says Charlie.

“Holy shit,” says Tony.

Jack’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. Finally, he stammers out, “I u-uh— I-I d-didn’t mean—“

Davey doesn’t respond. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to—he’s frozen in place, his mind a sudden wash of static. For a moment, they just stare at each other. Then Jack blurts, “gottagoseeyoulaterbye,” and bolts out the front door.

Davey’s not sure how long he stands there, staring blankly into space, utterly dumbfounded.

“Davey?” Charlie asks hesitantly. “Are you okay?”

There’s a strangled, choking noise. A split second later, Davey realizes it’s coming from him.

"...What just happened?"

[kaengeru]

📱

Phone detail. Accepting.

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

only the most family-friendly choices of course :0) chances are he likes to find loud, grating sounds to play and she’ll respond by changing it to very appropriate country songs. like this most likely, or another fun choice.

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

another tug-of-war they have, enya changes it to some sort of simple symbol to let her know its him, but he prefers specific color combos that are either super hard for her to distinguish so she has to check it, or something super bright and eye-searing.

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

BAD. AWFUL. CAN’T READ IT. STOP TEXTING ME. >:0(

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

usually she’ll ignore them or be fairly passive, but since theres a very good chance he just prods more and more and more obnoxious and “don’t you dare fucking ignore me” he’s taught her to reply immediately.

How often our muses text:

enya may send a message here or there, but creeper only replies or starts some fun when he’s bored or wants to mess with her

How often our muses call:

always at the most inopportune times; late at night, when she’s in a meeting. it’s almost a game, for creeper at least, because how much enya works to block him from doing it. she can’t remove him entirely from her phone, but she’ll at least try to prevent calls.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

that’s an option???

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

👑🐛😈: [screenshot of a Linux command-line interface with phone root commands titled ufkcoffbug.jpg]

X🐛X: diigign ur bugg y butt out !ostpp c

X🐛X: DSOYTPX clalling me u ucnt!!!m ubsys

X🐛X: SOTP SOPT STOP UFKCIGH!! >:0(

[taeverie]

Until Next Time—02 [m]

[10:36 PM] Jimin: babe, i have an emergency

[10:37 PM] You: what is it??

[10:37 PM] Jimin: um, i’m really hard right now. help me out

[10:39 PM] Jimin: [image0541.png]

[10:39 PM] Jimin: please? :)

Synopsis: You’re finally seeing Jimin tomorrow after months of amorous skype sex, but the night before he asks for a small favor.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // gaming au/long distance relationship

Genre: Smut, Humor

Word Count: 4k

Includes: skype sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: woooow, the next part finally re-uploaded!! the sports collab is taking longer than i thought to finish and push out.... oh my, LOL

[11:29 PM] Jimin: is requesting a video call…

[11:30 PM] You: missed a video call from Jimin.

Three months have passed since the accidental encounter with Park Jimin, your cyber fuck buddy. You would have never guessed that a random stranger from a dumb online game would grow the slightest ounce of significance in your life; then again, perhaps you just got lucky.

[11:30 PM] Jimin: wtf are you doing, don’t you want to see my face?

[11:32 PM] You: We have thirty minutes till midnight and i want to sleep

[11:32 PM] Jimin: well i just want to see you

[11:33 PM] You: ur literally seeing me tomorrow. leave me alone omfg

It isn’t a lie that you are going to hop on a short plane ride to see him in person after viewing his face through a small screen for months. Honestly, the few months of phone sex and dirty texts lost their excitement and thrill. So, like every time before, Jimin pressed on the fact that you should see him.

And after giving the same response of “no” for a while, you finally comply and the long awaited day is less than 24 hours away.

So why the fuck is he requesting to video call as if that day is never arriving?

[11:37 PM] Jimin: please, i’m kind of horny rn :)

[11:40 PM] You: Let me sleep!! I’ll be tired tomorrow if i don’t lmao

[11:41 PM] Jimin: that’s okay we can spend it in my bed

[11:41 PM] Jimin: ;)

[11:43 PM] You: Why are we friends again

[11:44 PM] Jimin: we aren’t friends :) we’re more than that

Well, he isn’t wrong. You would define your relationship with Park Jimin as friends with benefits — through the darn internet — but he would strongly argue otherwise by tossing around the term “fuck buddies,” online of course.

But even though he isn’t wrong, his craving for you as a whole is through the roof. You would either wake up with a horny text from Jimin; if not, a few desperate missed calls. The entire cycle of skype sex after a few rounds of playing a match continues with ease — the whole “relationship” appears to flow smoothly to your surprise. Finally, after three extensive months of pleasuring yourself to the thought of him or the mere sound of his voice, you can touch him in person, feel him in real life — fuck him especially.

[11:46 PM] Jimin: is requesting a video call…

[11:48 PM] You: missed a video call from Jimin.

You frown at your screen, waiting for his following messages to flood in from why you are declining his calls, and they come instantaneously.

[11:49 PM] Jimin: baby :(

[11:49 PM] Jimin: i’m needy rn. horny rn. pleaseeee

You watch the plethora of his pleads soar in one after another, each message filling with more desire after the previous. Aware that his excuse of a scheme to get you to give into him will not come to an end, you take the device in hand and switch on the silence option. Though, before you get the chance to place it back onto your nightstand, the most enticing message of the night arrives:

[11:50 PM] Jimin: [image0541.png]

You take a second to yourself to wonder if it is the right choice to brush the message to the side, ignoring it until the sun rises, but there is a part of you that wants to give into what wonder lies within the picture message.

Jimin always does that when you deny him — refuse to satisfy him. He sends a needy picture of himself, hand shoved down his pants or a perfect image of his whole, hard length that aches for you. And every single time, you give in.

You are trying to fight the strong urge to swipe your screen to unlock, the treasure of an image unraveling before your eyes, but like always, you give in.

Oh, how that is a mistake.

Because what awaits your screen complete exceeds your first thought of the message. Rather than it being a selfie of Jimin pouting or a blurry capture of his semi-hard length resting in the gaps of his fingertips, it is something far more rousing. Jimin has his hand wrapped around his hard member, pants and boxers hugging his thighs as he stands comfortably in the confinements of his restroom. He has freshly came, creamy white dripping from his slit and down his length, coating his fingers in his own succulence.

The tip of his dick is still tinging with scarlet hues, the amount of effort it took for him to hold off limpid; honestly, it is a huge turn on. You wonder what he put himself through to distract his being from giving into his carnality, result being satisfying to both you and him anyway. God, the sight of his aching dick alone provides you with enough elements to lucidly imagine his guttural groans, whispers of your name as he fucks his own hand to the enlivening thought of you.

Ready to reply with a simple message, he interrupts your typing phase with another picture.

[11:54 PM] Jimin: [image0542.png]

[11:54 PM] Jimin: talk to me :(

It’s another picture of his sex, grasp still around his now flaccid length.

[11:58 PM] Jimin: baby pleaseee

Fine, what’s the worst that can happen anyway? It will only be a few minutes of giving him what he wants then you can sleep soundly for the next day. You prop your laptop on your pillow and start up skype, immediately searching for his contact name.

[11:59 PM] You: are requesting to video call…

Within a matter of seconds, he answers.

The moment his eyes fall onto your tired self, prone physique adorning an oversized tee with your messy hair, he lets out a bright smile as if on cue. “Beautiful,” he comments in an excited voice, “you’re so beautiful. I’m so happy I can finally see this in person tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” you say. “If you fall asleep now then tomorrow will come quicker.”

You watch him purse his lips into a pout. “Jeez, this won’t even take long. You can fall asleep on the call if you’d like—I just wanted to see you for a little while.”

“I won’t be sleeping if you’re going to be talking,” you point out, drained.

Jimin chuckles, implying something else. “Right,” he says nervously, “so, um…”

“What is it?” You raise a brow, rubbing your tired eyes.

“Fuck,” he says with a huff, “you’re so hot. I really can’t believe I’m seeing you tomorrow. I can see your face, touch your body, taste you, and—”

“—oh my god,” you interrupt, “Jimin are you still horny?”

“I can’t help it, I’m just excited to see you,” he whines.

You shrug off his comment and follow with another question, “Where are you right now? Why is it so dark? I can barely see you.”

“In my room now,” he responds instantly, “wishing you were here.”

“Gosh, you’re so horny,” you roll your eyes.

Jimin laughs, his smile bright. He leans in, coming closer to the webcam — the screen — to get a better view of you. “I can’t help it.”

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” you muse with a smirk.

Jimin hums, still unable to think straight. “Right, but for now, um, tonight… Can I watch you?”

Your eyes flare wide at his request, a blatant foreign statement hopping off the tip of his tongue. “Why so eager?”

“Because—” Jimin groans and throws himself back against the mattress, slightly kicking the blanket like a petulant child— “Fuck, my dick is already getting hard again just thinking about it.”

You take a moment to allow yourself to think: when is the last time you have seen Jimin so desperate? He tends to be patient while committing skype sex with you, sole reason to tease you to the edge, lightly boss you around until you are begging — but it appears the roles have switched tonight. Your disbelief towards Jimin’s helpless desires is amusing, but an absolute war for Jimin.

You crack a sly grin, evocative scenarios running through your mind. Jimin is quite similar to a pawn now, ready to take orders — only to have his cravings met. “What are you thinking about?”

Jimin raises himself quickly, eyes staring straight at the webcam. “I’ll tell you if you finger yourself for me.”

“I will if you guess what color my panties are,” you tell him, holding back your impatient longing.

You watch the bright screen and the way his eyebrows raise to your statement, lips pressing into a tight line while his pants become more compact due to his solidifying member. “Um,” he licks the outline of his lips, gaze directed upwards as if he is soaring through his thought clouds. Though, all he can imagine is a wet spot on your underwear, which he would then gladly pull down only to press his tongue at your drenching core. “R-red?” he croaks, embarrassed at the way his voice cracks.

You shake your head, entertained. “Nope, try again.”

He bites his lip, crossed. “My favorite color, pink?”

“Wrong,” you inform him with a singsong voice. Jimin groans, patience falling apart and he hangs his head low. You position yourself in front of the camera, knees digging into the soft of your mattress as you play with the hem of your large shirt. You pull it up slowly, fabric inching higher and higher on your thighs before you raise it to your stomach. “I’m not wearing any, Jimin.”

Jimin quickly lifts his head, hands soaring to grab onto the display of his laptop while his yearning eyes are filling with hope. The moment your pussy comes into the screen, no cotton barrier blocking his view, he instantly moans out your name. His dick twitches in his pants, an uncomfortable sensation that fuels him fervent. “Why is this so hot?” he asks you, palm soaring over his length to rub it softly. “Let me see more.”

You pull your shirt down, straining the material. “What was that?” you ask, playful with a wink.

“God.” Jimin rakes a hand through his hair, frustrated with a strong compulsion to fuck you senseless. If only you are here next to him. “Let me see you,” he orders. “Babe.”

“Yes?” you respond, feigning innocence.

Jimin tries to distract himself, attempting to restrict every fiber of his being to give into his ardent want for you. But all he sees on the small, bright blue screen is your figure popping out of the darkness, barely any illumination in your room aside from the silly desk lamp at the corner.

“I want to see you,” he demands. “Now.”

“Do you?”

“Babe!” he exclaims, frustration twirling with his tone. “P-please…” he begs shamefully.

You cannot help but chuckle airly at the single, simple word that he voices. And all you want to do is provide him with more. “Alright,” you hum. You cross your arms at the thick hem of your tee, lifting it up so quickly and stripping yourself of the material completely. The only thing Jimin is left to marvel at is your whole naked body — which is way more than what he has expected.

The sight of your breasts, curves, and wet pussy is all visible to him, and all he wants to do is place his hands on you. “Baby…” he mumbles, eyes glueing onto the small flat monitor. His mouth is agape, practically drooling over your appearance and oh, how it feeds his agonizing fancies.

You grab onto one of your breasts, squeezing it in the palm of your hand while the other trails down to your core, grazing your skin. Your body heats up at the enlivening sensation, amorous aspirations soon inclining to Jimin’s level. You slide two fingers down your pussy, succulence coating your digits before you prop yourself back on your elbows in front of the screen, ending Jimin’s prolonged show.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “Baby, you’re so hot.”

You blow the few free strands of hair away from your face, sheening a grin at him. “Jimin,” you tease, “let me see you now.”

“W-what? Can you go back to the–”

“—Jimin,” you complain, lips pursing into a pout. “I want you so bad,” you tell him. “Didn’t you see that?”

Jimin throws his head back. “Fuck, I did,” he responds and scoots back on his bed. Jimin strips himself of his tee and tosses it elsewhere prior to palming his hard length over his pants. His bulge is prominent, outstanding, and it makes your mouth water at the sight. His movements are incredibly intricate, as if he is trying to act perfectly to rouse him to the edge — all to the sight of you.

He remembers your scene perfectly: how beautiful you looked groping your own breast, breathy moans leaving your mouth and all he ached to do at that moment was to shut you up with his own. He imagines himself being the one teasing you, provoking you to act on oscillation with your fingers digging into your soaking cunt. Fuck, how wet you are right now. Jimin craves another taste, just how he has for the past few months. He cannot fathom how incredible you will be, and how ready he is to relish in such honey.

He moans, body heat rising to almost temperate sensations all fired by sensuality. He grips onto his hard member over his sweats, dragging it to the base and back up to the tip. A wet spot forms on his pants, more than visible, and all you can do is titter.

“Jimin,” you whisper, “let me see you.”

He frantically nods, obeying your words without hesitation. With both of his hands he gains a grip on the waistband of his sweats and boxers, dragging them down to his knees, lazy to take them off completely. Your eyes broaden at the way his hard length springs against his lower abdomen, tip an angry scarlet.

“Mm, baby, you’re so hard,” you point out proudly.

Jimin chuckles, struggling and shifting in his position. “All because of you.”

He gains a firm grasp around his solid length, toying with the tip of his dick first before jerking his wrist lightly on his length. Occasionally, he runs his thumb over his leaking slit to spread the precum around the head. His hips jerk up into his hold, grasp becoming tight with every thrust. “Ugh,” Jimin groans, “I- ah- want to be inside of you already.”

You watch as he quickens his movements, motions becoming sloppy and quicker. Jimin has to take periodical breathers from the overwhelming pleasure, his hard length slowly tinting an angry red from the tip down.

“Touch yourself again,” he orders, “let me see you fuck your own fingers for me.”

You smile, fulfilling his command. You tilt your screen a little and sit back again, providing the perfect view of your dripping pussy. Keeping yourself propped on your elbow, your other hand diverges from your core to your chest, squeezing it one last time in front of the camera for Jimin.

Jimin slips his hand underneath the flimsy material of his tee, palm roaming all over his abdomen and chest before he toys with his nipples underneath the material. “Fuck,” he murmurs, head dangling as he intakes a deep breath.

“Baby,” you call, “look at me—watch me.”

He raises his gaze to the screen, only to find the most bewitching scene waiting for him. You are rubbing your sopping pussy, merciless and ardent to arouse you even further.

The sight of you pressing and rubbing firm circles over your cunt causes him to halt his movements just so he can watch. You begin to unravel under your own touch, the lewd thoughts of Jimin intoxicating your mind. You treat your body with care — the opposite of what Jimin intends to do when you meet him in person.

Fuck, you cannot even draw faint pictures in your imagination of Jimin’s tongue lapping at your cunt, licking every ounce of your juices as he dives in to pleasure you. He has constantly been craving that since the day you first met him, and pesters you constantly on how he craves that by the clock.

When you slip one digit into your hole, your finger then drenching in your arousal, Jimin rips a groan from his throat instantly. “Mm, Jimin,” you beckon him, head throwing back from delight. “I need to feel you inside of me,” you moan.

“Ah, baby.” Jimin feels himself run weak at your words, satisfied with your status. “Just imagine your fingers are my dick.”

“But it’s hard,” you complain.

Jimin laughs, voicing a jest, “I am hard.” Jimin watches you slip in another finger, joy swimming in his veins from you providing your own amusement. “Add another finger, I know you can take three,” he demands, content.

“B-but—”

“—add another finger,” he repeats, tone lacing with poison.

You bite back your words and swallow your breath, bracing for the sharp pain as you stretch your pussy out for him. And so you do.

“Good girl,” he praises with a smirk. Jimin starts to pump himself to the rhythm of his heavy heartbeats, a melody that swirls with your sweet sighs and gentle cries for him. The squelch of your fingers keeps his senses keen, providing him with a vigorous desire to push you to the edge. He starts to tweak at his own nipples again while he jacks himself off, almost turbulently.

You start to grind yourself onto your own hand, pouring every ounce of your titillating desires into your actions, urging yourself a step closer to release. Softly, you moan when you curl your fingers and hit your own sweet spot.

“Fuck, you sound amazing.” Jimin speeds up his actions, grip painfully tight on his member as he does all he can to drag him to his release. He removes his other hand from under his shirt and sails it to his balls, fondling them and showing them just as much love. He hunches over, thighs beginning to quiver — a signal that he is close to cumming.

“Ah, Jimin,” you cry and sit up, fingers still propelling inside of your core. You use your free hand to squeeze your breasts, playing around with the nubs to induce your state of extreme elation. “J-Jimin…”

“Baby, that’s- ah- right,” he says with a smirk. “How do I feel?”

You clamp your eyes shut, pitch running high. “S-so good, you feel so good and I want more.”

“Oh, baby, you’ll get more tomorrow.” He suggests in between breaths, “I’ll let you grind on my thighs, ride my cock—anything. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Fuck, the thought of you topping Jimin leads you into nothing more but a dead end of delirious thrills. “Mm, yes baby,” you utter.

“I’d be, agh, more than happy to eat you out—to have you cum so many fucking times until you are begging for me to stop.”

Your body jerks and you hopelessly fall onto the mattress, back arching as you prepare to release. There is a tight feeling in your stomach, an intense amount of heat emitting from that same area, and your mind starts to enter its own frenzy. “J-Jimin,” you pant, tone needy and brittle as you attempt to shield your loud cries.

You quicken your pace, fingers fluidly moving in and out of your cunt, arousal leaking and coating your digits with every smooth entry. You curl your fingers every so often, driving yourself to a fervent paradise. Mutters of his name become slurred with your lush moans of delectation, and it prompts Jimin closer to his edge.

“That’s right baby,” Jimin huffs. “Ah, you sound so good. You would feel so good.”

“Jimin! M-make me cum, please,” you beg, one hand soaring to twist into your thin sheets. But that action alone does not stall your longing.

Jimin chuckles, his motions on his shaft quick, smooth. “Keep fucking yourself, my dirty baby girl.”

You groan at the name; his jaw hangs open to release a deep groan, sweet nothings pouring from his lips. “Jimin…”

“What do- agh- you want?” he muses, still finding it a struggle to speak.

“I-I need you to fill me up… I need you inside of me so fucking bad—please.” Tears begin to well at your eyes from your mind being sent into an overdrive, extreme pleasure coming over your body in waftures. You feel so weak in your own touch — under Jimin’s words. All you desperately want to do is cum.

Jimin clasps harder with the last bits of his strength over his pulsating member, bumping up the friction by also rolling his hips into his hand. Jimin roots his hand into his mattress, trying to remain upright as he powers through his arriving goal.

“Mm, baby,” he chuckles, “you look so good fucking yourself like that—touching yourself for me. Shit, how does that feel? Good, but you know I can do better. No one can fuck you like I will.”

Jimin throws his head back and bites the outline of his lip, his warm cum shooting out of his member and onto his shirt. The creamy liquid seeps into the material, ready to stain it, but Jimin still tries to jerk himself empty with haste. It appears as if he has lost control, the only action he can willfully commit is living up to the amorous action.

You watch as his movements wither slowly, but soon after your orgasm arrives in miniature ripples.

“F-fuck,” you utter. It feels as if the heat contained in your body has finally erupted, nothing but raw euphoria taking over your body. Utterances spill from your lips mindlessly, thoughts a whirlwind and you remain niche for the most part.

Jimin peers at you on the screen past the blanket of his lashes, joyous rapture finally dissipating at the seams.

With a final huff of his name, your body feels as light as a feather. You fluidly pump yourself through your release, a high heaven that you seems like you have not felt in ages. You watch Jimin near the screen, his hand wiping on his tee, and he sheens a sly grin.

“What?” you ask with a deep breath.

Jimin chuckles. “Taste yourself.”

“I- what?” you ask, a part of you hoping this is another one of his silly jests.

Jimin urges you to continue, a glint in his eyes almost irresistible. “You heard me, let me see you taste your- whoa…”

Before you allow Jimin to finish his command you raise your hand to your mouth and prop the digits inside, tongue swirling around them, relishing in your own juices. Your inch closer to the webcam, ridding of the large proximity to make sure that Jimin gets a view of his desired show.

“Baby… you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he lets out with a laugh. “Thank you.”

You groan, tired from the incident, and collapse on the bed with your body feeling as light as a feather. The soft of your sheets practically engulf you, pulling you in for a night’s rest after, yet another, heated skype sex session.

Within moments your laptop is long forgotten along with Jimin’s presence, and you finally give into the fatigue that has been prolonged for Jimin’s satisfaction.

God, you might be seeing him tomorrow, but tonight is entirely worth it,

The last thing you hear before your mind shuts off is Jimin mumbling, “I love you.”

When you groggily wake the next morning you take a weary peak at your phone, only to find seven missed calls from Jimin awaiting you.

You pause for a second, mind too tired to process the reasoning behind it, until it hits you:

Peering at the time, you missed your flight to Jimin three and a half hours ago.

[jooheonies]

nawar lover no.1 aka user shwhyuk uwu

bloodorangeki said: the lady formerly known as hyuccwoo, shreknu if u will,

send me a tumblr url and ill tell you what i think of them!

hhhhhh ok before i eben launch into this full love essay. i jst wanna say tht u truly are the light at the end of my tunnel sejung,,,,u make me so happy !!! Like i remember when i was losing my mind off of like three sips of pineapple cider and i legitimately felt like i was gonna throw up but then i was like … damn i can’t forget to text shannon and tell her about all this. and then i talked to u for a full hour or so while u called me a liddle babie nd i continuously whined…either way you truly have me under your spell you demon!!

okay so not to be. dramatic but youre so dreamy and pretty you remind me of rain and soft kisses on the cheeks and rose gardens and bouquets of flowers and soft sunlight on flower meadows and like! that feeling you get in your cheeks when you smile too much for too long and you get that permanent blush across your face! god that’s probabaly nonsense and not very cohesive but you have the same sort of colors…soft orange and light pink….you’re like a sunset on the beach right at the start of spring when theres barely anyone on the shore and the whole world feels really big and wide but even though youre all alone you don’t feel lonely because it still feels like the whole world(you) is poised right at the edge of your fingertips.

hhhh that also probably made very little sense but i dont care i love you so much and im very bad at expressing emotion (blame my virgo moon who hasn’t felt any feelings in over 18 years) but i still feel like always showering u in that sweet love and affection, despite the fact that im horrible with words and i have absolutely no consistency. I feel like it’s really rare to meet someone who literally changes your entire perception of the world but … damn here we are!! tlkaing to u is literally a part of my daily life its a part of who i am at this point :/

Anyways, friendships don’t really come naturally to me because I have a very weird perosnality where like. im simultaneously suffocating whilst also being very detached and it turns people off so quickly but..god we mesh so well i truly love you so much. i also tend to not write a lot whenever i make these posts bc im the kind of person who continously says how much i love you throughtout the convo (even thoguh ill ghost most ppl for a few days) so whenever i get around to writing these im like :// but what else do i say :// but this time!!! oooo i have so much to say i can never go into full loving hours with you bc you always turn things around and get me to start talking abotu myself and pretty soon we start talking about how i used to raise rocks as a kid instead of talking about how hot you are :/

so anyways firstly . those were just the intro pragaraphs im finally getting into my loving sejung essay :(( helloooo one of my favortie things about talking to you is how easily the conversation always flows ….us talking about shownus asshole and the questionable consumption of expired jello and orbeez at 3 am is most likely the more demonic things weve done while simultaenously being the more tame things…my head still aches when i remember that giagntic bruise i got from looking at that wonho+tentacles/changkyun+black hole sketch u made… god we somehow always go from topic to topic with absolutely no regard for cohesiveness and yet neither of us ever question it…we’ll spend hours discussing absolutely nothing …like that one night we stayed up for like three hours on rabbit talking about all the different mx stans and which member has the most stans internationally versus domestically and why….icons of developing complex sociocultural theories at 2am while occasionally mentioning “oh wow its late u should go to bed >:/” god its just that I always lose track of time whenever I talk to you…its like im so focused on that I Love Her mood that I don’t even realize its been 4 hours until I look down at my pile of unfinished homework and then back up at my laptop like. This was a Valid choice why would I pick ib math when I have a whole entire sejung talking to me. hhhh its just that talking to you comes so naturally and I always tell you all these quesiotnable things to which you always respond by first calling me a demon and then laughing about it and encouraging my stupidity. it’s also so so endearing that ill tell you about the dumb shit im doing and your first response is always to nag at me to be safe and take care of myself as if ill actually listen to you and clean a cut with alcohol, risking legitimate Pain… anyways sejung? queen of making me feel loved and noticed? MORE LIKELY THAN U THINK!!!!

hhhhh ok moving on now I get to talk about how. sexy u are damn….i remember back when we were first starting to talk and you sent me those pictures of yourself in that button up and I literally. I quite literally almost passed out in the starbucks while the barista was handing me my strawberry lemonade I truly almost lost it…nd right before that I was encouraging you to talk to the boba girl nd flirt nd be all spicie…but then u sent me those pics nd I was like for what reason would she have to impress boba girl when im right here … mouth open so wide in love that all the bobas are spilling out of my mouth :( not to be dramatic yet again when I know ive mentioned those selfies before but damn…those were so hot u unbuttoned like two or three of the top buttons and u looked so hot truly. raw me vore me behind each and every single boba store location hewwwooo u look so intense nd powerful im truly putty in ur hands not only would I lose my mind for u, I have already lost it

hhhhh im very much rambling and making very little sense rn bc its. 2:30 am and im sleebie nd I blocked all social media sites so id do homework bt I kept thiknning abt u so I was like hm the universe clearly wants me to write about sejung more even though ill have to post this in the morning bc tungle is blocked until then :// bt anaywas that also means I get to go into all the other thigns I love about u and all the things u remind me of :(( hhhh its so wild that I never actually aunch into full loving shannon mood bt I talk abt u so much w my friends theyre all. suspicious ,,,,

them: nawar u don’t actually like romance and u hate talking about people r u perhaps dating this girl??me, w hearts in my eyes laughing at smth ure saying on my phone: what

HHHH DJHFKSJDHF TAHST TRULY ME,,,,ALWAYS THIKNING ABT U,,,ALWAYS BEING BIG HEART EYES FR U,,,at any given moment I could be reminded of u :( I see a piece of paper nd im like huh I should do work then again is work necessary to live perhaps not but sejung is necessary to live,,,,me thinking abt u as I procrastinate every single thing ive ever had to do :D Like, ive never understood when people say that they hated a zodiac sign at one point, and then they met one person and they were like oh my god nevermind this sign is perfect but truly,,,I love geminis now ,,,I used to hate them almost as much as cancer nd now? geminis are all good ure so wonderful nd loving nd sweet u being a gemini saved geminis collectively,,

ill also neber stop talking abt how now matter how much I whine and demand attention, youre always jst,,,supplying it without any question like at one point people usually get annoyed, no matter how endeared they were by it at first, bt youre always calling me a baby (even though im older) nd giving me that sweet Love and Attention,,mmmmm my libra sun thrives under ur care :( hhhh also I feel it is important to point out I love. all of u,,,,like I don’t even usually care much for peoples voices or anything unless its like so deep it sounds like the grim reaper bc that’s wild u ,,bt anyways the first moment I heard ur voice I was. breathless I was so shocked like ur voice is so soothing nd warm its like. if the aesthetic of sunlight and honey and warm pies had a voice,,,hhhh im also not the type to really believe in things like fate nd destiny and soulmates and stuff bt that’s kind of what u remind me of ? in a? not weird way hhhhh so I feel like youre just so naturally in tune with people like nothing really catches you off guard and you roll with peoples different personalities and quirks and you always jst. mesh so well with everyone ure like the minhyuk of the internet,,,,nd like!! theres smth abt u that reminds me of balance and maybe its my libra sun always seeking peace and harmony in life but I always feel so relaxed nd steady whenever I talk to you its like . idk how to explain it!!! its jst so comforting!!!

I was originally gonna cut myself off at 1k but its too late for that now and im gonna put this under a read more anyways and its 3am now so I feel like. go Big or go Home!!! now im gonna launch into a long analysis of u! and ur smile!! first of all,,,its so rare nd wild to find someone who likes validating people more than being validated,,,,u finding my libra antics cute???hhhhh tahts so wild,,,,I could pout for hours nd u would call it cute,,,validating!!! nd the fact that you’ve read my writing,,,,excerpts from my demonic wips and youre stil friends with me?? you still talk to me?? damn that’s like. never to be expected any time I make someone read that tangerine fic they ghost me for a good month but I sent you pieces of that tentacle fic and YOU FUCKCING SKETCHED OUT THE LOOK,,,,,MY MUSE,,,nd also you tend to always steer the convo around to focus on the other person n dim a FOOL who almost falls for it every time,,,before I remember and make u tell me thigns…god ive told you so many obscure things from my childhood like that time I tried to eat a brick and yet you still,,,,talk to me,,,,who are u,,,,hhhh ure always so cute nd giving nd caring I feel like I could genuinely truly look like shit nd send u a selfie nd you would still be like WOW GORGEOEUS YOU LOOK SO GOOD THAT’S HOT!!! u,,,going out of ur way to make ppl happy :( anyways im a fool in love w u ,,,also not to be like. one of those old white boy text posts from tumblr but ,,,,hey girl,,,ladie,,,wamen,,,did u know? ur smile lights up my world? ,,,did u know? theres no such thing as u being anything less than perfect,,,why? because its impossible to be anything less than the essence of who you are. hhhh that’s the dumbest thing im ever written im cutting myself off that was too much this is like. 2k words so far and in all honesty I could continue but then id get gushier than that last line and nobody wants to see That,,,hhhh

this started out with. somewhat decent grammar like I used periods and I think I occasionally capitalized the first letter of the sentence but at this point its incoherent rambling it’s the inside of my brain every time I see u or hear frm u its like when spongebobs brain was on fire and all the cabinets and computers were going up in flames and all the little brain spongebobs were losing their mind that’s me right now losing my mind over you I wrote exactly 2k words in that whole essay,,,,im so fucking valid,,,,ananywas I love you if you couldn’t tell nd iim . somewhat satisfied at being able to vent all this love,,,smoochie,,smoochh,,SMOOCHIIE