#and I do feel bad for them clearly they idolized this person and really looked up to them

[nicka-nell]

Pairing: Suna x reader, Semi x reader, best friend Atsumu x reader

Note: Rockstar/Band-AU, angst, hurt, mdni, SMAU, text part

Addition: Hi you all! I had a lot of fun with this request. This is the end of the mini-smau for now. I would be happy if you tell me if you like stuff like this or if you like a HC in one post more. ☺️💚

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It was strange... Suna hadn’t had such a sickening feeling in his stomach for a long time. As if his stomach was spinning, as if he was about to vomit. But it wasn’t because of the alcohol, which he had been drinking almost like water recently. It was because he had seen the photos of you. The fact that he had read the news about you and Semi. Just the thought of seeing you with another man makes him angry. Jealous… 

“Shit!” he curses and slumps down on his bed, looking at his phone. At a photo that a paparazzo had taken of you. It’s not really sharp but Suna clearly recognizes your facial features and those of Semi... only that Semi is much too close to you for his taste… And yet you look happy... It frustrates him… Letting out a sigh, he closes the site with the picture, searches for some bars to blow off some steam, to numb his feelings. 

- - - - - -

“Semi, Semi Eita? Is that you?” it suddenly slips out of Suna’s mouth as he stands at the bar counter and sees a man who looks too much like the rising idol. The man puts his credit card in his pocket before he stares in Suna’s direction.

It is obviously Semi Eita… How pathetic… Life really wants to punish him even more than it already has. “Suna...” Semi says a little more quietly so that the other party guests don’t turn around and, in the worst case, recognize one of them. 

He takes a step towards Suna, standing proud and tall in front of the equally tall man with green eyes.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Semi asks, although he can guess what Suna wants from him. Suna looks past Semi, checking if you are anywhere to be seen. But he doesn’t see you. You’re probably in one of the VIP rooms, or Semi is here alone. But no, why should he go here alone?

As far as Suna could figure out, Semi doesn’t live anywhere near here. So why would he go to a local bar like this if he didn’t live here? You must be around here somewhere. This is his chance. Probably his last chance to talk to you. And even if he has to open every door to every single VIP room. But first he has to get past Semi. Giving Semi a slightly arrogant look, Suna puts his hands in his pockets. “As if... can’t a famous person just go out and party? After all, you’re here too.” 

Semi wrinkles his eyebrows skeptically. “But you spoke to me first... so what do you want? Do you want to talk about your ex-girlfriend?” Semi says a little more gruffly, but Suna continues to act nonchalant, even though his heart skips a beat at the word ‘ex-girlfriend’. 

“And what do you have to do with her?” he asks in an indifferent tone again, as if he doesn’t already know that there are several headlines about the two of you. Just as Semi is about to speak, the tall man feels a hand on his back and a few seconds later, you are standing next to him. “Eita... Tsumu met an old school friend and wanted to stay a little longer. Let’s go ho-” just as you’re about to finish your sentence, you see Semi’s grim eyes and look over to the front.

Your eyes widen, your mouth is suddenly dry and your hand, which was resting gently on Semi’s back a moment ago, clenches into a fist. What on earth is Suna doing here? It’s been so many months since he kicked you out of the band, but the betrayal is still buried deep inside you. Seeing him brings back all your feelings. His hurtful words, that cold look when he told you that nobody wants to hear your voice and how bad you are. His words had hurt you more back then than being kicked out of the band.

Suna’s heart starts to beat faster. It pained him when he finally saw you again. You may be wearing a face mask and a cap, but Suna would always recognize you, even from several meters away, with dyed hair, tinted contact lenses… He could always spot you. These green eyes look at you with an expression you can’t sort. Suna wants to say something, but he can’t think of any words. He just stands there, rooted to the spot.

“Eita... let’s go home...” you say, a little agitated, and grab his arm. Semi nods in understanding and takes the initial steps out of the club with you by his side. “Wait, let’s talk, please... P-please...” Suna says suddenly, instinctively trying to grab your wrist, but Semi stands between you, grasping Suna’s arm and giving him a serious look. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t want to make a fuss in front of so many people, just shakes his head before letting Suna go again.

“I don’t want to talk, Rintarou... Never again...” you reply in a cold, slightly hurt tone before walking out with Semi, not looking back in Suna’s direction.

Suna stands there frozen, not noticing the one groupie who approaches him and shakes his arm. “Oh my God, are you Suna? Can we take a picture together?” He doesn’t hear her. There are only two things going on in his head right now.

Atsumu, one of his closest friends, his bandmate was in contact with you all the time. Atsumu knew all the time where you lived, how you were doing… And yet he told him nothing. Suna cannot believe it. He feels betrayed by one of his closest friends. What about the others? Kita, Osamu, Yuki? Are any of them still in contact with you and no one has said anything? Suna can’t describe the feeling inside him right now.

He is angry, frustrated. His whole body feels warm and he can’t think straight right now. He feels like everyone has lied to him, lied to his face repeatedly, and watched him break down internally with a smile on their faces.

They all knew that he regretted it. That he kept trying to talk to you. It feels like everyone has turned their backs on him. Have let him down. “Shit...” Suna laughs in sheer frustration. Is that what it’s like to be deceived? Did you feel the same way back then?

Right now, Suna would like to go into every VIP room until he finds Atsumu just to pick a fight with him. Confront him. But he has no right to do so. Nevertheless, Suna would rather talk to you than to kick Atsumu’s ass. Again something shakes his arm and only now does he notice the fan girl. She looks at him questioningly.

When did she get here? What does this girl want from him? Instead of answering her question, Suna pulls his arm away and starts moving with a somewhat agitated, “Sorry, I have to go.” The girl seems disappointed, but Suna has no time for that.

Without turning in her direction again, Suna storms out of the bar, out into the now chilly night. Everything is already dark, only the faint illumination of the lanterns is still on. He turns to the left, then to the right. But you are not there. His legs instinctively start moving in the hope that he might find the right path. And it seems as if the gods are on his side. Because it doesn’t take long before he spots you with Semi on the other side of the street at the entrance to a small park. Uncharacteristically for him, he smiles faintly when he sees you, studies you and takes another step in your direction. But he soon realizes that the gods are not on his side after all. On the contrary… It’s as if they want to laugh at him.

Yet, he watches as Semi takes your hand, brings it to his still masked lips like a gentleman and kisses the back of your hand before taking a step backwards and pulling you towards him with a spin. Happily, you laugh and land in his arms, nestled against his chest, as you bury your head in the fabric of his jacket.

Your new lover runs his free hand over the back of your neck, strolling forward to your chin to pull your face up in his direction in a tender way. He glances around, but the street is empty. Suna is standing in a dark part of the street, so neither of you can see him. After making sure that nobody is looking, Semi takes off his face mask, slides his long fingers under the loop of your own mask before releasing it on one side and leaning down to give you a kiss that is so loving and gentle.

A kiss that Suna had always given you at the beginning of the relationship. A kiss that he would love to give you again. But instead, another man is kissing you now. Seems to make you happier than Suna ever could have. He knew that it would happen at some point. That you would find a new partner one day. But why now? And why does it hurt so much?

Suna feels sick again. He feels like he has to throw up and at the same time, it is as if he has run twenty kilometers. His chest hurts, he finds it hard to breathe and his eyes... they burn. They feel warm... and suddenly his vision blurs before something warm is running down his cheeks… Are those... tears? Is he crying?

Is he crying because another man is kissing you? No… It’s something else… It is the despair, the realization that he has actually lost the person who was so important to him back then… Still is. The realization that he took a wrong path. That the greed was too strong and he had lost sight of who and what had led him to form a band in the first place, to become successful. And that he had lost sight of the fact that he never wanted to form the band to become a worldwide celebrity, but to watch you shine on stage, blossom and live the dream you always wanted to live, while he supports you from the side with his guitar and vocals. He wanted to see you happy. See you smile and stay by your side.

And now... you seem to be happy… Very much so. However, without him. And knowing that this man, Semi Eita... that he makes you happy in a way that Suna couldn’t, is killing him. He feels like the road that lies ahead of him and separates him from you cannot be crossed. That you are no longer reachable for him, even though you are so close. Suna could stretch out his arm, maybe take twenty or thirty steps to catch up with you, hold you tight… But what next?

Suna looks at his hand, which he had unconsciously stretched forward. It trembles before falling back down, almost numb. He opens his mouth... but nothing comes out. It feels as if someone is choking him. Frustrated, he bites his lip and does nothing more than watch you move away from him, hand in hand with your new lover, until you are no longer in sight. It’s over… And it was his fault. His greed...

“Please... I’m sorry...” he whispers and looks into nothing but the darkness for a few more minutes. To where he saw you. Where he heard your laughter and saw the shining eyes that had unconsciously always made him smile back then. But now it is clear that all of this will remain just a memory for him. 

[area51-escapee]

I feel like a bad person for this but I am a little bit surprised when I see people who are very surprised by their favorite mainstream celebrity not caring about them or social issues and focusing entirely on themselves and never paying any mind to things that don’t effect them as an extremely privileged wealthy white cishet person. Like wait you thought this A list celeb gave a shit? About anything??? You put this person on a social justice pedestal over the absolute bare minimum or even just subtext, and thought that they actually cared about saying and doing the right things rather than just??? Looking good????? And you’re surprised when they fail you????????

[kiriwiwii]

Romance Tropes | Ensemble Stars ★

characters: eichi, ibara, rinne, wataru, leo, rei

a/n: why do i feel like this is so bad help... there were other characters i wanted to add as well but i was too sleepy and lazy😞 anywaysss, enjoy !

enemies/rivals to lovers:

eichi, ibara, rinne

When the word "enemy" comes out of one's mouth, the first person who appears on your mind is Eichi Tenshouin himself of course. He is the so-called "emperor", who once ruled Yumenosaki's dear students. You were one of them, but instead of standing with the emperor, you were against him. You despised his angel-like face, smiling insidiously, with his blue eyes looking at you. A devil was lying underneath. But was that really true? You were thinking there was a devil, but deep inside you knew that there was just a lonely child who wanted to do things he believed was right. The more you understood Eichi, the more you were able to find parts of him that were admirable. You always felt like his touch was kind of exciting to feel, even though you disliked him. His hands grabbing your arm and not letting you go, just to insult you for half an hour, felt surprisingly good. Maybe both of you were just looking for ways to see each other longer and longer. Slowly, his words started to become sweet to you, as you both began to be more composed around each other and be open-minded. You adored his angel-like face, smiling beautifully, with his lovely blue eyes looking at you... You weren't going to forgive him, since he wasn't asking for it. Instead, you wanted to forgive the child. The child in him that just wanted love and care, instead of hatred and loneliness.

Ah, Ibara Saegusa, your scheming, devious, and the most annoying business rival ever. You both were working in different agencies, and Ibara was too good at making you and your agency look awful. He was a smart man, and that made you even more annoyed whenever you thought about him. He was usually one step ahead, but whenever you took the lead you could clearly see an irritated look on his face, and you truly enjoyed that. Despite the fierce competition, there were unexpected moments when you caught a glimpse of something else in Ibara's eyes. Something softer, almost admiring... Whenever these thoughts popped into your head, you quickly tried to get rid of them. "There is nothing to admire about him." you were thinking to yourself, but you still couldn't get away from him. He couldn't either. You two were becoming overly competitive on purpose, acting like one of you was gonna become the winner. But there was nothing to win- except for the attention you can get, the pleasure you feel whenever you sense each other's touch... and maybe there was more than all of that.

What even is there to say about Rinne Amagi? The guy who absolutely ruined your stage performances with his stupid plans and tricks. No wonder why he had a bad reputation. And there you were, standing perfectly still in front of him, as one of the most loved idols ever. You hated his way of doing things, and his idiotic smirk whenever he won something. Yet, despite your frustration, there was a quite little spark in his eyes that made your heart race. Every argument, every battle you two had only seemed to make the strange bond between you even stronger. And sometimes, just sometimes you wondered what could be behind that mischievous grin. Rinne indeed had a soft side, and you were just too perfect for him to handle. His feelings were confusing- the way he was trying to destroy you was a sign of hate but he never could've brought himself to genuinely hurt you. Maybe, both of you were too arrogant to admit there was a tiny bit of love growing itself through the bond you have.

best friends to lovers:

wataru, leo

You knew Wataru Hibiki from the theatre classes you took back then. You two getting closer happened faster than ever, with both of you being great actors. The most fun you had on the set was always the times when Wataru was next to you. He always had a way of captivating everyone's attention. He was such a silly man, saying he belonged to "everyone". Slowly, you began to realize your heart would ache with jealousy whenever he charmed the audience or had a laugh with someone else- which he had with nearly everyone. The idea of having feelings for him hit you like a brick- and fear held you back. Just like he said, he belonged to everyone, not you. But still, you tried every way possible to find out if he also had feelings for you. Wataru was a man who was a tough one to figure out- even if he behaved like his real self near you, it was hard to read his emotions. Yet, he was incredible at reading others' feelings. Nothing escaped his notice. He saw the way your eyes sparkled whenever you looked at him, noticed your efforts to hide the excitement on your face whenever you and he practiced together... One day, when your show ended and the curtains fell, you and Wataru were standing still on the stage. He was looking at you differently this time. You knew you couldn't hide your feelings anymore. But you realized, neither he could. His sweet, genuine smile and the words about to fall from his mouth melted all your fears away for a moment. "For this time," he said, "I want to belong to you and you only."

Leo Tsukinaga, the genius composer who had been one of your closest friends since high school, was a constant source of fun and chaos in your life. The thing that created your bond together was mostly your shared silliness and it even annoys the members of Knights sometimes. Whenever you were upset or going through a hard time, Leo was always a supportive friend. He was almost a ray of sunshine, and incredibly clingy of course. But with you, there was something different. His hugs lingered a bit longer, and he always made time for you even if he was busy with work. During your walks in the park, he would sometimes hold your hand and you never rejected him. You found yourself unable to resist his touch. It was in these moments when you realized you might be falling for him- and it seemed Leo was falling for you too. This followed up with you both getting closer than ever, and people thinking you were already dating. This was, indeed, going to be the truth when he confessed his feelings for you with one of the most lovely, endearing songs he had ever written while thinking about you and the love he had for you.

love at first sight:

rei

You were standing still in the crowd, mixed in with other people. Gazing at the shining stage in front of you, it was the first time you ever saw him: Rei Sakuma, one of the most known, charismatic idols ever. He was standing out among the others with his dangerous, yet so elegant look. His jet-black hair, as dark as the midnight sky, was waving as he moved back and forth on the stage. He held his microphone tightly and as he sang, his mellow, almost a bit seductive voice was capturing the audience with each note. Although it's easy to say you got captured the most, the vampire on the stage also got his interest in you. Rei's eyes, a striking shade of crimson, glowed as he met yours. You've never seen anyone before, glazing at you like he did. It was nearly like you also captured him. After the performance ended, you both were looking for ways to see each other. You went to the backstage just to try to meet him. You were nervous, as you didn't know what kind of person he was but also, it felt like you guys knew each other since forever. It seemed like the world was going to collapse when you sensed Rei's touch on your shoulder. You turned to look at him. His presence felt ethereal. He was looking at you the same way, probably thinking the same thing. At that moment, you both knew your lives were about to change forever.

[whats-it-mean]

What having your very own Knight is for ☆

KNIGHTS x Reader (separate) saving you from a creep

A/N - celebrities and idols get harassed fairly often (sadly) so i felt like this made sense ^^ also im not very good at writing arashi or leo VERY SORRY il try to improve as i write more for Knights. Most of these can be read as platonic but Izumi and Ritsu’s parts are slightly more romantically-coded because… im down bad

TW - People who wont take no for an answer >:(

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Intro

You clenched your fist as you desperately tried to pull it away from the grasp of the person in front of you, who had grabbed you by the wrist to stop you from getting away.

“Let go of me-”

The person in front of you only scoffed, tightening their grip on your wrist before grinning down at you. You could feel your fight or flight response kicking in, and you mentally flipped through your options in that moment, before you snapped your head up at the sound of footsteps drawing near.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Leo Tsukinaga

You could barely process everything with how fast it happened, but suddenly you felt your wrist being released, and the next thing you could see was the well known King Leo, standing in front of you with an arm outstretched, his eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristically serious expression.

There was a moment of silence, Leo staring directly at the individual across from him, before breaking into a pout and placing his hands on his hips.

“That’s not very nice, ya know.” He huffed, taking a moment to glance over his shoulder towards you. “You okay?” You nodded, to which he properly turned around to face you, now completely ignoring your aggressor. “How could he!? Are you hurt? Here, we should go back to the Knights’ practice room…” He turned back around to face the other individual, who was watching, dumbfounded. “I’m not done with you, either! Hmmph. rude. What makes you think they’d even wanna hang around with a loser like you?”

You blinked at the boy’s antics, simply watching in awe as he continued to fire off insults and them, grinning slightly any time that they showed a reaction. After a moment, you heard a scoff and they simply turned and walked away, clearly upset.

Leo turned back to you. “Well! Now that that’s taken care of… Let’s go do something fun, ‘kay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Arashi Narukami

It was as if the breath left your body as Arashi resorted to grabbing you carefully by the hand and glaring directly into the eyes of them, showcasing a surprising amount of strength as she pulled their hand away from your wrist without a word. She paused for a moment, giving them the dirties glare you had ever seen her give, so much so that you got shivers.

The moment she could, she turned on her heel and ushered you away in a rush, making sure to keep her touch on your hand gentle, her expression slightly anxious. The moment you two rounded the corner and she felt you were far enough away, she placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” She asked, voice pitched slightly higher than usual.

“I- Im fine.”

Arashi looked you up and down as if inspecting for ay sort of damage, glancing once around the corner once to make sure your aggressor was gone before leaning forward and bringing you into her arms, holding you as close to her as possible as if it would bring her some solace.

“I was so worried for you. Next time that happens, call me, okay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Izumi Sena

“I said let go of---”

You were cut of by the undeniable feeling of Izumi’s arm wrapping around your shoulder, as without even sparing a glance behind you, you knew he wasn’t happy. At the sight of him, the person in front of you released your wrist instantaneously, and Izumi slowly stepped back, bringing you with him.

All the silver-haired boy did was sigh, holding you ever so slightly closer before finally averting his glare, which had been trained on your aggressor the whole time.

“You really shouldn’t touch what is’t yours.” He muttered, taking one moment to glance over the other’s figure- most likely to memorize their face in hopes of talking to them later, in private- before starting to walk away, arm still around your shoulder to assure you stayed by his side.

“You had me worried there, you know.” He huffed, glancng around like he was on edge. “It’s a good thing I’m here to keep you safe.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Ritsu Sakuma

All you could see when you looked up from the ground was the familiar white of Ritsu’s favorite sweater as he stood in front of you, reaching out a hand and giving a lazy shove to the person in front of him. Despite his usual tired way of going about things, you could sense how tensed up he was.

“Oi. Leave them alone.”

An immediate sense of safety washed over you, as you took a step forward to peek over his shoulder as he stared down at your now very nervous aggressor. He glanced in your direction for a moment, assuring himself that you were alright, before turning back.

“You know-” He let out a quick yawn. “Me and my brother are vampires. I wouldn’t suggest messing with people dearest to us” He narrowed his eyes at them for a moment, watching until they left in a hurry. Ritsu turned to you, almost immediately leaning onto you and closing his eyes once they were gone. “You okay?”

“Yeah- Thanks, Ritsu.”

“Any time. I can’t have you getting hurt, now can I?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Tsukasa Suou

You could tell when he stepped protectively in front of you that Tsukasa was nervous, but he stood his ground nonetheless, keeping up his chivalrous nature. He kept his chin tilted upwards, attempting with as much confidence as he could muster to look like he wasn’t anxious.

“You need permission to touch someone.” He said, voice sharp as he stood there, staring down at your aggressor. 

They opened their mouth to say something, most likely some sort of shitty comeback, but you didn’t really hear as your mind was still struggling to catch up to you- all you could really focus on was how thankful you were that Tsukasa had arrived to save you. And the fact that he was trying so hard to appear strong for you- it was adorable.

You could sense Tsukasa falter at their comment, but he maintained his disposition. He muttered some sort of threat regarding ‘The student council president’, and they finally gave up and left. The moment they were out of earshot, Tsukasa let out a sigh of relief and turned to you, fawning over you in a rather panicked manner until you assured him you were fine and they hadn’t done anything.

“God… I’m so glad you’re safe. I’m not sure if I’d forgive myself otherwise.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End

[tomatopers]

biggest peeves with genshin x reader fics

I'm going to preface this by saying you can write whoever you want however you want and no one is gonna stop you; heck, it likely won't even affect your likes and stuff. These are my personal peeves stemming from character portrayal <3 Characters A-D

Albedo ;; He isn't very heavily emotive; He is shown to approach almost everything from a logical/analytic standpoint!! My guy expressed concern with the most nonchalant voice, so he clearly does care, just not in an expressive/passionate way

Alhaitham ;; Similar to Albedo, but slightly more expressive! He clearly has things/people that he values, and his own ways of showing care differ from societal norms, which is why he comes across as cold and indifferent!! Even the vulnerability that comes slowly with trust isn't immediately obvious, but this is definitely something that's interesting to explore in works⎯ Would he change the way he feels comfortable expressing himself into something else for you? Would you want him to?

Aloy ;; fuck what genshin did to my girl im skipping aloy

Amber ;; One of her main personality traits is the lack of deliberation!! Even with people she really cares about and loves!! Overthinking? We don't know them

Itto ;; Let bro be silly. Let bro make mistakes. Let bro have no idea what he's doing, but know he's giving it his all no matter what⎯ This is the Arataki Way.

Arlecchino ;; Gonna be honest I know jack shit about her but everything I read sounds hot <3 I do think she isn't the type to get frazzled/embarrassed but boy oh boy you can try

Baizhu ;; bffr he would NOT let you neglect your health like... Look at the man 🤨 I don't think he's the yelling type either?? Like he'll stand up for you obviously, but wouldn't start a fight imo; He got them dangerous snake eyes and scary words fr

Barbara ;; idk i don't read minor x reader things + i don't think i've ever seen a barbara x reader ever 💀 I do think she'd be patient and caring to the point where doing anything bad would make you feel guilty asf :/ not even in a romantic way, just like⎯anything. The kind persona isn't actually an act, she's in a role where she cannot be seen as anything else but it isn't hard to be kind as she would act that way, idol or not. More of a character thought, not a fic peeve </3

Beidou ;; She would start fights for you and she'd win, we all know this. I do think that many fics don't explore her emotions to a deeper extent, like motives and such? I think there's a lot of flexibility in that, and many avenues to explore! Not a peeve either, just a thought.

Bennett ;; Minor again(?), I don't read Bennett fics aha 😭 Grasping at straws here, with such a brave face shown to everyone, taking it off to share the sadder stuff sounds hard

Candace ;; Dunno much either 💀 Nor do I see any fics about her...

Charlotte ;; Would she love and cherish you? Yes. Would she leave her job for you? No. Would she feel bad about always being busy chasing headlines? Yes! Would she only really do well with a partner who supports her career and aspirations? Yes!

Chevreuse ;; Sorry guys I don't even know her 😭

Chiori ;; Would also start fights for you, would also win; Clearly takes no shit, I imagine certain compromises would take a while to reach? Canonically fairly headstrong, I doubt she'd be a pushover with an s/o

Chongyun ;; Minor 🧍

Clorinde ;; Her showing vulnerability with you definitely means a LOT. Beyond her career and the things she does for it, I just know there's so much going on in her head :( Let my girl share, give her a safe space, be patient to eventually emotionally connect

Collei ;; Minor 🤨

Cyno ;; He does not seem like the dominant/aggressive/pushy type :( I bet there's complicated feelings between the way he acts as a General and the way he acts with a lover⎯undeniably would never want you to be scared of him. Teasing type, likely nothing worse.

Dehya ;; I haven't seen her done dirty, so I'm pretty content

Diluc ;; High-functioning man, having dealt with varying stressors over so many years I doubt anything could interrupt his work flow⎯having said that, yes that means issues with a relationship making him struggle to work would mean more; Yes, i still believe that's highly unlikely

Diona ;; No.

Dori ;; No. Also, I hate her.

[screechingsandwichtriumph]

Platonic yandere avengers x reader x romantic yandere peter parker

Idek how to begin this so beware unlucky readers

Summary: you are an idol ,you are an avenger. How can they not be slightly a little bit protective of you

Warnings: yandere themes , stalking, obsession, fighting, blood , I think this is it

Also this will include(I'm sorry I didn't exactly do the like main six or whatever) Tony , Steve , Bucky , Clint , Natasha , Wanda , Peter

This is longer than I expected and I kinda don't like it but here it is in its full glory<3

When you joined the team , they blamed their protectiveness over you to your personality

I mean you are so cute and look so innocent , how can they not want to protect you ?

Tony had totally not hacked into every single account that you own / have owned in your life and he absolutely hasn't researcher your dad's Facebook to find childhood pictures of you. And he surely didn't print those out and handed then around in the team. Also expect to be spoilt rotten. Complained once about a stain on your favorite jacket? Have three more of the exact same just in case

Steve claimed to need specifically your help to understand how to operate anything mechanical ad expect to have a lot of movie marathons. He will read you before you sleep even though you are not a child anymore because ' he just liked when he is reading out loud'

Bucky would be the type of person to dig in deep in your life. He wouldn't stalk you specifically. That is tasked to someone else. No . He would stalk Al your friends and all your exes and highschool teachers.ad if he had to he would accidentally make some of them he consider bad influences disappear

Clint along with Natasha are your stalkers

Clint will always be hidden close by in case you need help with something (like , idk someone dead?) and my man could literally enter your home , casually look around a bit , stare at your decorations , and be out without you even realizing he was never there

Natasha on the other hand isn't so subtle. You could easily spot her on the other end of the street wearing sunglasses and staring at you intensely. Once you were in a bookstore admiring some books and stationary that you did not buy and the next day they were at your door with a little note that said ' saw them and they reminded me of you - Natasha ' as if you hadn't seen her looking at you. It isn't even that she is stupid . She just doesn't care

Wanda practically lived at your head at this point knowing things about you , you were barely aware of. Like , what do you mean you can't remember that one time you went snowboarding and fell? What do you mean how she knows that story and that you never told her? Of course you did silly!

Peter now was clearly in live with you and the first to meet you and get obsessed over you. When after some time he went to Tony and told him about his feelings , Tony supported his feelings to the max since this could be beneficial for all of them. Peter would never leave , they trusted him and he could keep you close.

Now you seem like a soft baby that needs protection from everyone ands that's mainly due to the way you present yourself and act. You have the most bubbly soft personality and everyone loves that

Being an idol , and an avenger was a dream come true for you , so when you had a big show and gave to them tickets to come see you they of course came( Tony almost bought all tha tickets so it could be only you but Steve stopped him)

Heating a music so fitting to your aesthetic it was like they fell in love (platonically and romantically for Peter) all over again. You are just so sweet and cute

Then a day came where an attack happened in new York and all of you jumped to action. They had no time to stop you from going to battle or even think about doing it really. The only think they could do was act.

Now , your powers were so incredibly powerful that they never thought you would have to fight face to face with someone. But they were terrible wrong

Once the fight was over they all spotted you on the corner of a building with bloody fists and a small trail of blood staining your pretty pink costume. A fan of yours was there asking you to take a picture . You kindly smiled at the camera revealing a set of bloody teeth.

Your fan seemed super excited at that and almost yelled out in joy. You bid her goodbye and went towards the group of your shocked friends

They all just stared at you in an unusually bloody shape , that somehow seemed fitting (?)

Later on they were shown a video of you with a bunch of people , that you were brutally fighting with . They were all left to shreds when you left your head held high.( Peter was even more into you after that)

Asks are always open<3

[daengtokki]

I’d love to read about Seungmin taking care of you while you’re sick. I know he’d be so sweet and loving 🥰

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

rating: fluff

Day 3 of Seungmin's birthday oneshot countdown!

A crash echoing in from the kitchen wakes you from your doze, and you groan so loudly you’re afraid he hears it. What could he have possibly dropped? All he was doing was grabbing the painkillers. He’s trying his best. He doesn’t even have to be here right now.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get the drawer open, something was stuck inside…uh, here ya go.” His clenched fist hovers over you, and he drops two capsules in your palm. “Are they the right ones?”

And the migraine is just making you more sensitive. Having him with you while you’re feeling under the weather is brand new. "Yeah, thank you."

“Oh, you need a drink”

“No, I have my water”

He stops and turns back to you, a shy smile stuck on his face. This isn’t the first time, or the second time he’s been here, but it’s never for very long, and never overnight. And he doesn’t have to take time away from his own busy schedule for you, ever—you’ve told him that countless times. But now it’s late and Seungmin is still at your apartment, comfortable in his shorts and sweatshirt and his warm socks. You don’t think you’ve ever been more attracted to him than you are right now.

“I’ll be right back”

He spins and heads back to the kitchen, and you listen carefully to try to figure out what he’s doing. The faucet, the cabinet doors opening and closing, and the clink of cups, or mugs…he must be making tea. Eventually, the scent drifts into the bedroom—spicy and sweet. Seungmin returns with a mug in each hand, and he’s taking his time, being as careful as possible as he sets them on the bedside table.

“I’m not sure if it really works, but I saw it when I stopped at the store on the way here. If it just tastes good, I guess that’s okay, too.”

The pounding in your head becomes unbearable, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut. “What is it?” You whisper, trying not to sound too irritable.

“How bad is the pain…one to ten?” Seungmin carefully sits on the edge of the bed, your mug of tea in his cupped hands.

It does smell nice. “Uh…a seven, maybe.”

“It’s supposed to help with headaches”

“Oh, you’re so sweet. Come over here”

“Yeah?” You nod again, and he nods back. “Okay.”

This is also brand new, sharing a bed. It’s a shame the first time has to be under these circumstances, but you’ll take him any way you can get him. The original plan was to have dinner, but after a few subtle hints, you managed to turn it into a late dinner and a sleepover. The migraine ruined it, but Seungmin still insisted on coming over, even if all you did was stay in bed and put up with him.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it. It’s very gingery.”

“It smells good.” You take a sip, and it’s not too hot, so you take a bigger one. “Thank you.”

Seungmin keeps a careful distance on top of the blankets—too much distance, but he’s going to treat you like this migraine could break you at any moment. You have to look at him through squinted eyes, try to smile and let him know you’ll be okay if he gets closer. You’ll be okay if he touches you.

“The lights...I forgot to turn the lights down.” He’s up and headed for the kitchen again. The light clicks off. Back in the bedroom, he flicks the light switch on the wall, so now the only glow is from the hallway light spilling in through the cracked door. “That’s better.”

“Much better. Six.”

Back on the bed, same distance. He nervously rubs his thighs, and his knees.

“You look cute in your pjs. Is this what you usually wear to bed?”

The pink on his cheeks rises slowly, and ends at the tips of his ears. You don’t think it was that odd of a question, but Seungmin is clearly a little flustered. Hopefully it wasn’t too much.

“I’m sorry, too personal?” You laugh. It’s not—you know he isn’t that sensitive, but he ended up being much more shy than you expected.

Idol Seungmin is a different person. Seungmin with his fellow members is also a different person. Your version of him, at least so far, is quiet, a little unsure, and not always confident in his actions.

“No, it’s not,” he smiles. “I don’t wear this much to bed, usually, but that didn’t seem appropriate tonight.”

“Well, if you get warm…”

“I’ll take off my socks.” He wiggles his toes and moves himself closer.

It hurts your head, but you let yourself laugh. Seungmin is funny, and he knows it. You’ll indulge him every time. “Is that a promise?”

This is different. It’s not the same as your closeness on the couch, or in the back of the car—this is your bed, and it doesn’t get more cozy and intimate than this. When you let your pounding head rest on his shoulder, his cheek lands on you. Something finally gives, and he seems to relax. You’re not sure what you did, but he shifts again, and you feel his soft lips press against your forehead. “Four.”

“If I could kiss away the pain, I would,” he says under his breath.

“Can you try?”

Whether he’s ready or not, you wrap your arms around him and bring him closer. But he does the same. Seungmin squeezes, but not too tightly, and places another kiss on your forehead, on your temple, and down your cheek. Wherever he can reach.

“I think it’s working”

Seungmin keeps going, “it’s a good thing I came over,” and finally makes it to your lips. He kisses very cautiously, and not nearly long enough when he pulls away to look at you.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just checking”

“I’m good…three and a half.” The strong fingers kneading into the back of your neck is the same move from his last visit. “That feels nice.” Hopefully, his next move is also the same as before.

“Does it? It’s not too much?”

You shake your head and close your eyes, and his lips press against yours again. This time he stays. His tongue slides across your mouth to gain access, and you let him in.

“Three," you somehow manage to get it out between his kisses, “two…”

[sunaluv]

“ALL YOU HAD TO DO IS TRY”

Prompt: fake dating is easier when your “partner” actually cares about their reputation, or anything else for that matter

Pairings: k.sakusa x famous!reader

Note: this got hella angsty out of nowhere😭 this was originally supposed to be head cannons

CW: reader is lonely and has been done dirty, not explicitly mentioned but hints at suicide, mentions of weight loss

It was dangerous going into such an agreement with feelings for a guy you promised you would not pursue, but what made it even more dangerous was having to choose between love and life.

You were evidently never good a choosing people to hang out with. Your ‘friends’ were either gold diggers, fame leeches or just straight up bitches, but you had to put up with them per your publicist’s request demand. At this point, you knew this would be an endless cycle of people being forced into your social circle to try and mend the cracks left by the person before them and you were sick of it. People really weren’t lying when they said “your probably happier than your idol will ever be in life”.

You kept up your side of the appearances. You went to his games flashing a perfected faux smile that was guaranteed to keep your name floating around social media for the next couple of weeks before something bigger or more stupid caught the short attention span of the internet. As much as it pained you to see them, paparazzi shots of you and him holding hands, feeding each other ice cream and other “normal couple things” seemed to grow the nations love for the two of you together.

But past the lenses, you could feel his hand twitching and itching to get away from you. You nearly cried when he spat out the ice cream you had fed him into a napkin under the excuse that it doesn’t fit his diet plan. Your heart shattered at the way his facade dropped as soon as you left the public eye, how he always put himself at maximum distance away from you.

—

Another lonely night. You lived together as your contract stated, but you did not live together. You understand he probably didn’t want to get too friendly with the stranger he was dating, but it surely wouldn’t kill him to acknowledge your presence once.

You started to lose weight, whether he was the sole reason, or part of it was unknown. If he noticed, he didn’t care enough to say anything. You wore baggy jumpers and tinted glasses to hide the consequences of you neglecting your body. You didn’t even realize how bad it had gotten until the media picked up on how ‘unhealthy’ you looked.

—

News spreads fast and it didn’t take long for yours and his publicists to meet up to revise the conditions of your contract.

“I don’t want to continue this anymore.”

You never imagined those would be the first and last words he spoke to you, addressed directly to you. His onyx eyes you once fawned over now made you want to throw up. To hide. To sink endlessly to the bottom of the ocean.

Was it pity? disgust? relief? Genuine sadness? You could not tell what underlying emotions were in his eyes, if there were any. You stopped caring ages ago.

The protests of the woman beside you who clearly cared more about this than you slowly drowned out in your mind, becoming nothing but background noise. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, his publicist packed the contract away, his chair screeched obnoxiously as he got up to leave, not before throwing one more questioning glance your way.

The door shut then silence.

You were ready for your publicist to start shouting at you, berating you for not putting in your effort, but you both knew it wasn’t worth it. This had always been for his benefit more than your own.

—

Life sucks when you have nobody to turn to. Your life seemed to be fast-tracked to your downfall and you were done fighting it. It had been two months since anyone last heard from you. Your social presence seemed to be frozen in time, the last photo on your feed before you went cold turkey was a picture of you and him, and that would be the last association with your name forever.

[f4riedimples]

one against all

pairings: Sam carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: fighting, arguments,(I do make it known that reader is “tiny” or at least smaller than the others, breakups, angst, core four not being the BEST friends.

summary: it takes so long to build a relationship but so quick to lose it.

Today was the day! You were finally gonna see your best friend! Core four and Sam didn’t know her that well but when you invited them to her birthday party they immediately excepted.

“hey Sam you almost ready?” You asked excitedly. You and Sam had got together a while ago and you were so excited for her to meet your best friend.

Sam turned around and smiled. “Of course n/n.” She had just put on her bomber jacket and grabbed her keys.

You had told your friends that it was time to leave for the party and they were all set.

the drive there was already amazing! You guys were really looking forward to getting drunk and feeling good.

you almost felt like your idol, Sidney Prescott.

the radio even played some of everyone’s favorite songs. It already felt like you guys were at the party.

once you guys had got there you were immediately greeted to your friends happy face. She had missed you so much!

“hey! These are my best friends Mindy, Chad, and Tara! Then this is my girlfriend Sam!” You smiled and so did they. After They all sent your friend happy smiles you really thought everything was gonna go well.

half way into the night chad already gotten high with Mindy before she went upstairs with some hot girl that she had met, leaving chad chilling on the couch scrolling through is phone while music played.

Tara had been at first just dancing around awkwardly while making small talk every once in awhile with a random person until she was with someone who she knew was gonna be her friend.

Sam on the other hand…you really didn’t know. Was she actually enjoying this party? Most of the time she just looked around with a cold, almost scowl like expression, keeping her hands on her pockets the whole time.

you were dancing with your friend when one of her favorite songs, “broken clocks” by sza had came on and now you guys were really feeling it, drinking and all.

but you could help but notice Sam in the corner. Was she uncomfortable? Being the good girlfriend you were you decided to tell your friend you’ll be right back before going up to Sam.

Her eyes lifted up slightly from whatever she was looking at and she took a deep breath, clearly annoyed.

“Sam, what’s wrong? You seem irritated or just like you wanna leave.” You’re so confused. Before this you had taken small glances at Sam and at the time she looked fine. What was the matter now.

“nothing. Leave it.” She replied sternly. This was so unlike her to have this kind of attitude with you.

and before you knew it you were wondering if everyone was having a bad night. Just then Mindy had came back down, unbeknownst to you.

“Sam what is wrong? Can anything cheer you up? Maybe…wanna dance?” You gave Sam a hopeful smile. You really couldn’t put your finger on it. Sam wasn’t the jealous type so that was out of the question.

“because I don’t wanna fucking be here.” She was now obviously more upset. But it was all so sudden. You take a breath and before you can speak she continues. “This place is trash, these people are trash and I hate it here.”

now that one really caught you off guard.

did she really only come here for you? “Sam please. You just need to get to know everyone better.” You looked a little sad that Sam wasn’t having a good time as that’s what you wanted for everyone.

that’s one of the main reasons you invited them.

Sam sighed and ran her fingers through her hair in distress. She’s obviously sick of this place. Maybe even sick of your friend. before your friends current boyfriend she was known to be “sex positive” and maybe that was the reason Sam didn’t want her around.

so she wouldn’t make you act the Sam.

you mouth a sorry, knowing Sam probably needs her space and time to cool off. You walk away but you don’t immediately go back to your friend.

that would only upset sam more. Instead you opt to go outside for a minute. As you’re standing there you feel a light tap on your shoulder. It’s Mindy.

“yeah?” You asked almost confused. Mindy sighs a little nervous or hesitant. “We should leave.” Your heart doesn’t shatter but your head gets clouded with anger.

“why? Because Sam said so?” Mindy looked almost offended. “Well maybe she’s right. Your friend…isn’t the best.” You tried to hold back your anger.

you had known your friend for so long and she was genuinely a nice person who never tried to get you into that lifestyle.

“but why? Because of the way she is? Why is that your place to judge her?” It honestly hurts that people are judging your friend when she was there for you during your toughest times.

and it also hurt that everyone was on Sam’s side when you had all known each other for Sam amount of time. For years.

Mindy knew this and to you it felt like her loyalty lied with Sam. “I’m not trying to judge her but maybe she isn’t the best person to be around. Yeah she’s changed her ways and hasn’t done that in a while but still.” “still what?! That was in the past!” But to Mindy it didn’t feel like the past. That or she’s just saying anything that would’ve pleased Sam if Sam was with you guys right now.

before she can respond you go back inside. Making your way around is a little hard because of the crowd of people but you make it work.

eventually you see chad with a stern, almost angry looking face while talking to your friends boyfriend. Before you can say anything you feel sam grab you and pull you away.

“just leave it.” She says once again. But you couldn’t let this one go. “No sam! What the Fuck are y’all doing?” You were really starting to get irritated now.

sam didn’t answer you and over all the music you hear Tara arguing with your friend. You immediately turn around ready to defend her but sam is holding you back.

this wasn’t fair. This wasn’t right. Although your friend and Tara were around the same height your friend was literally drunk. She barely even knows what’s going on!

you can see tears in her eyes. She didn’t drink any alcohol that would make her really aggressive. She drank mostly alcohol like red wine which would have her relaxed.

you see the drunk confused tears in her eyes and you feel so bad that it actually almost has you yelling at Tara to get away from her and leave her alone.

Before you know it Tara is throwing first at your friend who sitting on this couch thing with her back turned.

as Tara is beating up your friend it’s like the grip Sam had on you is suddenly as light as paper as you run towards Tara and your friend and pull her off.

Tara is usually never like this but you’re assuming she must’ve drank some hard liquor.

as soon as you pull Tara off she’s suddenly hitting you which you immediately reciprocate, nearly slamming her down to the club floor.

“bitch you’re dumb!” You yell angrily as you continue to beat the shit out of Tara. You were both tipsy and you were angry. Tara just seems like she was a tiny bit angry and wanted a problem.

After a few seconds you get pulled off by Sam and you try to get out of her grasp by thrashing but it doesn’t work. Sam is taller and stronger than you. She could lift you up a few inches in a bare hug and shake you like a rag doll.

Sam is clearly pissed off from you putting your hands on her sister but Chad tries to calm you all down as you guys see Tara’s nose bleeding a little bit.

as you all get escorted out and to the car it’s hard to calm down.

when you’re all in no one knows if everyone is calming down or just doesn’t want to speak. You and Sam are clearly pissed off but you guys keep silent for most of the car ride.

as soon as you guys get to the apartment you get out angrily. When inside it’s like the whole thing starts up again.

“y/n you really shouldn’t-“ Mindy gets cut off as you yell. “What the fuck are y’all’s problems! Y’all don’t even know that girl, she does nothing to y’all!”

Sam takes off her jacket and throws it across the kitchen island in frustration. “Y/n just- calm down. You’re overreacting.” You’re overreacting? Out of everyone YOU’RE overreacting?

“Listen just don’t do anything else stupid alright?”chad tries to chime in and you almost yell before Tara says something.

“you fucking bitch!” She’s obviously still upset about what you did like everyone else and you can tell everyone’s really about to gang up on you in a second.

“I’m the bitch?! You’re the one who attacked my friend for no reason!” You yell back angrily. Tara was NOT the victim.

“just leave it alone.” Mindy speaks cautiously but you’ve had enough. And suddenly everyone’s trying to degrade you and tell you right from wrong.

“stop! That was fucked up! She’s your friend and being a bitch!” Mindy yells at you angrily. Before you know it both of you are running up in the heat of the moment and start to fight.

it’s very brief as even though you guys get a few good hits in you ultimately get pulled away.

“Cmon I’m ready to fight! Win, lose, draw, it don’t Matter! We back in the house ,everyone wanna fight me right?! I’ll fight everyone, I don’t care!” They had truly gotten on your last nerves. How could they do suddenly treat you like this?

Sam stepped in front of you as if you were the one who was gonna need protecting. “Y/n just go in my room. We’ll talk about this later.” She was so firm but you yell back.

“no, fuck that! I’ll fight all of y’all, I don’t give a fuck who got a problem! So if you do just step up, I’ll fight Chad too!” Chad was shocked by this but stayed calm.

“Y’all think just because I’m small that I’m scared of y’all or I won’t fuck y’all up!” It was true. A lot of people thought they could beat you but they couldn’t. No matter the size you were always able to defend yourself.

you were able to embarrass someone taller than you last year on the school stage.

“just go in the fucking room! Now!” You tried to hold back your anger as you stomped your way into the room.

a few minutes later after you slowly started to calm down Sam had finally came in a little more angrier than you still.

“what the hell was that?! First you attack Tara then Mindy? What is wrong with you?!” A part of you wanted to cry. You always loved Sam and you never got this way with anyone in the group.

you were always so nice to everyone until they disrespected you.

you had tears of frustration and almost fear as you spoke. “Because y’all messed with my friend no reason! On her birthday!” Tears fell as it just didn’t feel right for this to happen.

It was supposed to be your friends day. Her special day.

“I know and I guess I’m sorry for that but I just don’t trust her!” Sam tried to defend angrily but with a little remorse as she saw your tears.

“no, you guys ruined her birthday! You guys couldn’t suck it up for one night! Y’all embarrassed her,” you couldn’t help but cry for your friend.

“and y’all know everyone was probably recording! She didn’t deserve that!” Sam sighed trying to calm down as she took a seat next to you on the bed.

“maybe this whole thing should have never happened.” She whispered and you immediately knew what she meant by that. Your biggest fear was finally happening.

Sam saw the look on your face and in your eyes and immediately regretted what came out of her mouth. “Now wait a secon-“ before she could finish you had got up.

“well then fuck it! Since I obviously don’t Matter to any of y’all I’ll just go! Since y’all don’t love me no more then I’m gone! Because y’all are not the same people I nearly grew up with!”

you had tears in your eyes. It hurt but you just couldn’t take it. You grabbed your things and walked out of the room.

Sam tried to run after you, the girl she had loved with tears in her eyes. Everyone turned towards Sam and before they knew it.

you were gone.

[sillysowa]

Can you do a Hobie x fem!reader having to do with the song Rebel Yell by Billy Idol? I’ve been obsessed with that song lately. Ofc the song may not be Hobie’s style but the lyrics could be quite interesting for a fun night iykyk

(And in the end he would probably start liking the song bc of the good night they had together all because of the implications the song has)

absolutely anon!<3 sorry for the wait.

REBEL YELL!

pairing: hobie brown x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 2.2k

warnings: not proofread! hickeys, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

authors note: got a little carried away with the angst but don’t worry it has a happy ending!

synopsis: you had promised hobie he’d never see you again, but you both knew it was a lie

—

You told Hobie he’d never see you again…after that night, you were afraid of the grip he had over your mind. He altered with your brain chemistry and made it difficult for you to make reasonable decisions—or so you said. You both knew it was just too much; he was something you weren’t used to. He took his time with you, never expected anything from you, loved and fucked you like he meant it—it was brand new, and you were almost positive it was love.

It had been almost half a year since that night, since you’d last been in that apartment. You missed the smell, the feeling, the love. He treated you so good even until the end. He let you leave because he only wanted you to be happy…

—

“You know i’ll always be here, sweetheart.” Hobie whispered against your skin, his arm over your stomach and his lips on your neck. He had destroyed you all night, and loved you all morning like he does best. His sheets smelled like sex and your perfume and his touch gently broke down your walls. You weren’t ready for it and he knew that.

You got out of his bed, those long fingers dragging across your skin as you left his warmth. Hobie just watched you, dark eyes following your naked figure covered in hickeys and small bite marks that he had given you throughout the night. You slipped on your clothes, adjusting them in the mirror when you noticed Hobie in the reflection. You hadn’t realized he had gotten out of bed, his hands coming to your waist and his eyes boring into yours through the reflection. He looked beautiful, so peaceful in the dark night hours with you.

“If you truly want to leave me…m’not stopping you…but i’ll never stop loving you Y/N.” He whispered the confession that had weighed down his tongue for far too long into the air, his heart tearing apart at the sight of you so conflicted in his arms, under his touch. You kissed him one last time before you grabbed your bag and you left, telling yourself that you would never get this close to hurting yourself again.

—

You were ready for him now, speeding down the highway in your car. Your red heels pressed on the gas, not even needing the directions because how could your brain ever forget this drive? You would always know the turns and twists to Hobie’s place. You pulled up on the side of the road under the illumination of a street lamp, checking yourself over one last time in the mirror before you opened the car door, stepping out into the chilled summertime air. This was it.

As you took the stairs up, your heels echoing around you, you thought of what you would say. “Hey Hobie, sorry I was too scared to be with you because you’re the only person i’ve ever truly loved, wanna give it a second try?” There was really no easy or casual way to get back into his life you imagined—you were worried you hurt him—maybe even so bad that he wouldn’t want you back. God, what if he has new girl? What if he was over it? Your fists clenched as you walked to his floor, your heartbeat pounding like a bass drum in your ears. You could hear music bleeding out from behind his door, and your heart rate kicked into high gear as the far away tune became distinct—clearly, you had left your Billy Idol vinyl at his place the last time you slept together—six months ago. He had always teased you about your taste, saying Billy Idol wasn’t as good as you claimed, but he only did it to see you get all frustrated and petty. He loved everything about you, even your music taste…so when you left him that night and he had to sit in the silence of your absence, he held onto the last piece left behind that you had ever been there—your vinyl.

You heard it now, the racing guitar of your favorite song making the fine hairs in your ears stand up, your hand raised to knock pausing outside his door…he was playing along. Hobie was playing along so well you could barely even notice the added guitar. You felt a surge of emotions flood your veins, your knees weakening. With squinted eyes and a sigh, you pulled yourself together.

You tapped your knuckles against the door, your entire body trembling in anticipation.

—

Hobie rolled his eyes at the sound of knocking on door, preparing himself for a noise complain even though he had turned the music down significantly. He really missed you tonight…it had been so long. He couldn’t help it when he wanted nothing more than to drown out his emotions with something you had loved him to.

“I’m coming.” He groaned.

—

“I’m coming.” His muffled voice rasped behind the door and you could’ve died right there. You wanted to press your cheek against the door and melt through it, you wanted to be his again, you couldn’t wait any longer for him to open that damn door. God, you prayed you looked good…

—

With heavy steps, Hobie cracks his sore neck and unlocked his door, opening it and revealing who waited on the other side. The tiredness and annoyance practically vanished off his face in an instant as his heart clenched in his chest. It was you. You were standing outside his door with your pretty eyes looking up at his, dressed up and visibly just as nervous as him. He couldn’t speak, so many words coming to mind but none making it out his mouth, he just held the doorframe with his jaw slack,

“Hobie…” You whisper, your red-heeled foot nervously swaying, “I know I told you I was leaving but… I miss you Hobie, and I can’t be away from you any longer...i’m so sorry for running…” You confess, mustering up all the courage you can and taking a step closer to him, gently touching his arm with your glossy eyes locking onto his.

He could have sworn he was dreaming and that you weren’t in front of him right now, but he knew that touch better than anything—you were real, and you were back. He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, this weight that had been dropped on him ever since you left lifting off his shoulders as he holds your chin in his hand,

“Y/N my dear, when I told you i’d wait for you, I meant every word.” He whispers tenderly, his thumb rubbing over your lower lip, “Everyday since you’ve been gone, never once doubted you wouldn’t be back. Y’know I love you and y’know that’ll never change, angel.” Hobie whispered under his breath, his long slender fingers holding your jaw firmly as he leans down, both of your breaths mingling before he closes the gap, kissing you like he’s meant to for months.

You lean against him and he stumbles back, holding you through the kiss while fumbling to close the door as you make your way into his apartment. There was nothing in this earth that could match the feeling of Hobie’s love; his lips on yours just like you love it and his hands under your thighs as he picks you up, your vinyl booming through his speakers as he devotes all his passion to you through his pierced lips. The back of your knees met his bed and you gave in to the fall, his arms caging you in. After kissing until your lips felt numb, he broke away only to catch his breath, his eyes soft as gazes at you,

“You’ve changed…” He whispers but he doesn’t sound disappointed or upset, he sounds curious and genuinely happy for you. You smile,

“Just a bit…still like your lips on my neck though.”

He laughs softly through his nose, leaning down and kissing your neck in that way that makes you melt,

“Yeah I know…still my good girl…” He coo’s, his back muscles tensing under his white tank top. He slipped his hands under your shirt, sucking hickeys into your neck and kneading your boobs gently, his long fingers massaging them. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, seeing stars from his tantalizing touch. He peeled your shirt off, tossing it behind himself as he worked on your pants, that hungry look in his eyes that made your pussy wet.

“This alright with you, angel?” His hoarse voice cuts through your dreams and heavy desire, and you nod slowly for him. He strips you nude, his beautiful muse on display for him once more.

He dips his fingers between your thighs, his long and spindly fingers that you can’t get enough of. He toyed with your clit before slipping them deep inside you, mocking sympathy at the way you whimper for him. The feeling of his fingers curling inside you makes your thighs shake, and you cry out,

“M-More Hobie! More, please~” You clutch onto his shirt, your heart pounding and your head light as he pumps his fingers into your soaking pussy that greedily sucks him in, tight and warm,

“What do you want, my love? Hm?” He asked, a seductive smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked down at you. He knew what you wanted, but God did he love dragging it out of you,

“Please, Hobie, fuck me…” You groaned, your thighs trembling. He laughed,

“C’mon you know you can’t take me without loosening up a bit.” He teases with his voice an octave lower, nibbling on your earlobe as he fingers you faster, the rhythm of the song spurring him on. He decided to stop teasing you when you moaned brokenly for him, his cock twitching in his sweatpants,

“Alright, alright my love.” He shushed you with his lips on yours, slipping his pants down, his cock hitting his stomach fully hard,

“Look…look what you do to me, angel.” He groans, stroking himself, “Turn around for me.”

You did just as he asked, arching with your ass in the air. With his hands on your waist, Hobie thrusted in, filling you up and almost keeling over at the feeling of being back inside you for the first time in forever,

“F-Fuck…” Hobie hissed, his dick dragging against your tight walls like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be, his pace growing rapid in need. You tremble and scream at how he fucks you. It’s good—so good,

“Yes! Yes, Hobie, yes right there~! Oh fuck, I need you!” You practically sobbed, your throat tight and your pussy squelching around his cock. The sound of skin slapping rang out in his apartment along with the music, a new melody being crafted through your passion.

Your body, mind, and heart needed this more than you could ever imagine. The feeling of Hobie’s touch as he fucked you like this had tears welling up in your eyes, and you couldn’t help but scream for him,

“Hobie! Hobie I…” He broke you down, the feeling of him pumping so deep inside you nearly sucking the air out of your lungs and leaving you speechless. He thrusted and thrusted, your fingers clenching the sheets under you like a lifeline as he filled you with pleasure. You cried for him and he felt his heart throb,

“I know my love, c’mon and let it all out.” Hobie moaned, his skin sweaty and his dick hot inside you. The friction was becoming unbearable and he knew he was going to die inside you if he kept going like this, but he fucking loved it. You unraveled under him, screaming like he was taking your soul as you came, dripping down your thighs and making a mess. Hobie fucked you through it all, your pussy growing sore quickly as he pumped inside. With a desperate whimper he pulled out, cumming all over your back. He stroked every last drop out, sighing at the sight of you pressed against his sheets and looking up at him so sweetly.

He pulled his tank top off and wiped you off with it, tossing it into his laundry and flopping down beside you, pulling you against his chest. ‘Eyes Without A Face’ played softly in his room, as he looked into your eyes. Hobie knew he’d never have to see you walk away from him again by the way you called his name in your after glow,

“Hobie…”

“Yes doll?” He murmured, his hand cupping your face,

“I love you.” You whispered, telling him what he already knew but never thought he’d hear aloud. In that moment, Hobie wished he could have frozen time to just bask in what that felt like. He never wanted to let go of that high. He leaned forward and kissed you softly, just his lips pressed against yours for a second before he held you to his chest,

“I love you more.”

Your vinyl spun to its end soon later, two lovers wrapped up together in the midnight and clinging to each other in their sleep. Hobie felt in his soul that he would do absolutely anything for you—anything to have you in his arms like this every single night, and the would so just that. For now, he would just hold you tighter in his sleep and make love to you all night in his dreams.

—

@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara @hobesbf @defnot-bri

[wildestdreamsblog]

Can you please do Seokjin "when your bias is another member" I'm really missing him so bad 😩😭

Be Lucky

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: Nothing! This is flufffff. Be warned

A/N: of course! I miss him too much that this became a soft fic 💜

3000 celebration

“Listen to me,” you enunciated for what probably was the hundredth time. You looked at his dark eyes, your hand squeezing his cheek with enough force to make him focus on you.

God you hoped he listened to you this time. “I’m not into you. I really don’t think I’ll ever be into you-“

“That’s just your opinion-“

You shook your head sternly at him. “It’s really not you. It’s me. I like Taehyung,” you said with strength in your voice. It was the truth. Kim Taehyung was your bias since you knew what biases meant. He was everything you could looked for in an idol: handsome, talented, funny, kind, and did you mention handsome?

And ever since you met him in person, your resolve was strengthened. He was your ultimate bias. You thought you lucked out when you met them in person. Your cousin was Namjoon’s girlfriend and she so kindly invited you to a small party because she knew you were dying to meet them. And it was more than what you dreamed of.

However, Kim Seokjin took notice of you. It was cute at first, and to be quite frank, it boosted your ego. You meant, Jin spent the whole night sitting beside you cracking dad jokes and had you laughing not from his jokes but from how adorable his delivery was. He laughed at his own jokes, for heaven’s sake.

You thought he was merely being kind to you. You missed one event and found him whining about losing his best girl. In a sweet way, he asked you if you were doing fine and that if you ever needed anything, you only needed to call him.

Kim Seokjin was simply endearing…and sweet.

In addition, though, Kim Seokjn was a force to be reckoned with.

Each event you would find him suddenly beside you like a glue. Always. It came to a point that Taehyung would looked at the two of you teasingly, and you could feel your already nonexistent chance with him diluting even further. And so you did the one thing you shouldn’t have done to Seokjin- you avoided him.

When he was about to go to you, you would walked the other way. When Taehyung wouldn’t attend the event, you wouldn’t show up as well. When Jin texted you, 74% of the time you would ignore him…unless it was a really funny dad joke.

Kim Seokjin was a patient man. Really he was. He ought to be after raising six younger boys. But you running away from him tested his patience.

“Bye, noona! Thanks for coming!” Jungkook shouted as he waved at you excessively. You laughed at how drunk he was before stealing a glance at Taehyung who had his arm around the golden maknae.

“Keep safe,” he said in a deep voice that did something to you. You couldn’t help but blush from his simple words. You were tucking your hair behind your ear when you felt a presence beside you.

“I’ll drive you home. Come on,” Seokjin said in a strict voice, the one he reserved for when the boys were becoming unruly. You thought you would never hear him talk to you like that. You looked up at him for the first time since tonight. And for the first time, his eyes looked cold.

“That’s not necessary-“ you trailed off once you saw how he was. He was looking at you, his eyebrow raised as though he was daring you to go against his wishes and you found that you couldn’t. You nodded your head reluctantly, your submission softened his strictness. Seokjin bade his goodbyes to the maknaes quietly before leading you outside. You couldn’t help but notice how he kept his hand on the small of your back as though it belonged there. And Taehyung noticed.

He was serious as he drove you home, his eyes focused on the road. The car was dark, yet you could clearly see his clenched jaw. There was never silence between the two of you. Your personality and his personality were too in tuned with each other that there was never a dull moment with him. Yet, tonight, he walked you to your apartment with nothing but silence. You thanked him for dropping you off, but his answer was merely a look that you couldn’t decipher. You were about to turn your back on him when he said the words you were dreading.

“I like you,” his deep voice resounded over the quietness of the night. Your eyes were wide as you took his relaxed form, his hand in his pocket, his eyes hidden by his cap.

Seokjin looked as casual as his delivery of his crush(?!) to you that it took you a moment to process whatever it was.

“I’m sorry-what?”

“I know you heard me,” he said before walking closer to you, so close that you had to tilt your head up just to look at him. And for the first time that night, he smiled so sweetly as he tilted his head. “I’m going to make you fall so hard for me-“

“I won’t!”

“You will, pretty girl. I’m certain I can.”

That was four months ago, and his efforts had not only been consistent, but they were doubling as the time passed by.

“Hi, my pretty girl.”

You jumped when you heard his voice beside you. You turned without any thought, his proximity making you blushed. Kim Seokjin looked immaculate, an observation that was making you confused because you knew he was handsome… But why the hell were noticing it more now?!

He chuckled before sitting in front of you. “You flirt in the most awkward situation, Kim Seokjin,” you stated, your eyes roaming around the room, feeling the staff’s eyes on the two of you. They were highly entertained seeing the oldest hyung in the group flirt with you nonstop for months.

“But it’s true. You’re so beautiful.”

“Listen, Seokjin,” you started. He smiled at you sweetly before leaning in, his eyes focused on yours entirely. Fuck, he was the beautiful one. “I think you need to focus on other girls. I don’t think I’m the one for you,” you said slowly, reaching out to hold his hand. You thought about this. No way could you keep up with his lifestyle, no way would this turn out to be a happy ending. You were only going to be a hindrance to him. And you loved yourself too much to allow yourself to be in that position. That was precisely why you agreed to meet him in the company. As much as you could feel yourself slowly falling for his charms, you couldn’t allow yourself to take the next step.

He frowned, his lower lip protruding as he pouted. “Is it because…I’m not like Taehyung? Is it because I’m not attractive to you?”

What?

Your jaw dropped when he uttered those words. How could he say that? He looked so ethereal that you thought it shouldn’t be legal to look as perfect as he did. Why was he doubting himself?

“No you’re handsome and you’re kind and you’re the sweetest! Anyone would be lucky to have you!”

He blinked owlishly, his beautiful eyes boring into you. “Then date me.”

You heard Jungkook coughed from somewhere, and Jimin paused his chatter with Yoongi. They were eating happily when they heard their hyung. It was so peculiar to see Jin go after someone. It was usually the other way around, but the group knew you were different. In fact, you were so different that Jin fell for you instantly.

“What??”

“You heard me. Date me.”

“I-I’m no-“

“Date me. You said I’m a good person. You said anyone would be lucky to have me. So date me. Be lucky.”

He had rendered you speechless that you found yourself agreeing. You didn’t know why you said yes to him that day. But you were glad you did.

Kim Seokjin was worth the risk

[thencitytales]

Non-stop Teasing - CYJ

🌷Pairing: Choi Yeonjun of TXT x fem!reader (3rd person used)

🌷 kinda enemies to lovers

🌷wc: 4.1k

🌷 Fluff? sort of angsty tho

🌷 warning: drinking, cussing, frat party, Yeonjun being kind of down bad

🌷There are a few other idols mentioned, some of them in a relationship with each other, I do not think these people are together nor do I ship them, I just felt like the story could have used these dort of relationships (ChaewonxWooyoung, KarinaxJeno)

🌷 Hey!! I am back because i felt like it. This fic is a fleeting idea i had a long time ago and was finally able to finish. In the beginning it was not meant for Yeonjun but it had mostly OC'S so if you see random names I'm sorry, I have yet to proofread it. Feel free to give me notes and feedback, as I appreciate it a lot!! 'Til next time <3

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Yeonjun. Stupid, fucking Yeonjun.

Idiot, average-looking yet so stupidly attractive Yeonjun.

“If you really hate him you should stop staring at him, you know?” a blonde girl talked to her best friend, who shushed her in response.

“Shut up Chaewon, I’m not staring” Y/N retorted against her best friend. 

Except she was, and she knew it.

Another person in the library was also very aware of Y/N and what she was doing, because he could feel her eyes pierce through his head. 

And he loved it.

“Ask anybody here, they’ll say you’re staring,” Chaewon said in an amused tone, making Y/N’s eye twitch in frustration.

“Well, then it’s hate-staring, glaring if you will,” Y/N looked away from the boy and glared at her best friend, turning her head ever so slowly, as to recreate the scene in a horror movie.

“Just like I’m glaring at you right now.” Chaewon let out a laugh at her friend’s antics and shrugged it off.

“Sure thing, love. Keep telling yourself that.”Chaewon said. Y/N could only scoff before going back to look at her books.

Look was indeed the best word to describe what she was doing, the words on the page being read for the tenth time in as many minutes without understanding nor absorbing any of it. Biology sucked, and so did Y/N’s brain at that moment. So much so that after a couple of seconds she got distracted again.

“What is it with the stupid beanie anyway? Like what’s the deal with that? DO YOU THINK HE HAS A BALD SPOT?” Y/N whisper-screamed, making Chaewon almost spit out the water she was trying to drink after finally reaching the end of her chapter.

Suddenly the girls heard a louder voice coming from behind them.

“It’s actually for style-related purposes, no bald spot, though if you’re still in doubt you could always ask him. Also, Y/N, you were one hundred percent staring at Yeonjun, just FYI.” Wooyoung said whilst chuckling at the little jump the girls made upon hearing him. Y/N turned around, red in the face, a mixture of embarrassment for being caught and pure wrath, caused by Wooyoung’s presence.

“How long have you been here?” She said bitterly. The boy could sense she wanted to add something, the words dying in her throat a bit too fast. He assumed a “dickhead”, or “asshole” was missing, but he let it go, not teasing her any further. 

“The whole time, love,” he said mocking what Chaewon had said to her friend just a few minutes prior. Then turned away and returned to his spot at the same table with Yeonjun, Soobin and Changbin.

Y/N looked warily at her surroundings to make sure no one else was around to eavesdrop on them.

“How in actual hell are you able to like that guy?” Her shocked expression clearly visible on her features.

Chaewon shrugged.

“He just likes to tease you, he’s actually very nice” She answered, her cheeks turning slightly pink before continuing. 

“I mean it’s not like they’re the fuckboys group.” When Chaewon said that, Y/N was still looking at them and immediately turned around. 

“No, they’re worse, at least the fuckboys are self-aware of how awful they are” she sighed.

“Oh my God you’re so dramatic,” Chaewon said rolling her eyes before going back to typing at her computer. 

Y/N shut up and went back to try and drill a hole through Yeonjun’s head with her gaze, sadly, without any success.

As if on cue, the boy turned around, looked at her, smirked, and turned back to speak with Changbin, making her avert her gaze and awkwardly look around to find God knows what.

She couldn’t take it anymore, her heart pounding in her chest was beginning to feel like it was too much, she could literally hear it and the sensation made her shudder. She got up and headed to the bathroom searching for some quick fix to the sudden heat of her body.

As soon as she got there Y/N quickly splashed her face with some cold water to try and stop it from getting all red, failing miserably. She looked defeatedly at her reflection.

“This is a PSA for that tiny voice living at the back of my head, I am kindly asking you to shut up” She lightly hit her head with her hand in the process so that the point would go across. 

“You understand me??” The girl sighed and took a step back from the sink to exit the bathroom, but as soon as she turned around a familiar face was standing leaning on the door frame.

“Try hitting it harder next time, that should work better.” He chuckled lightly before taking a step towards her.

“This is the girls’ bathroom, Yeonjun” Y/N backed up and glared at him for what was probably the thousandth time that day.

“Sorry, I was headed to the guys’ bathroom but something here caught my attention” he smirked once again. 

Y/N was on the verge of breaking. That smirk. He had to know the effect it had on her. Or was it just a stupid habit of his? 

It didn’t really matter. Either way, she wanted to kiss him so badly right now. And subsequently, run away, completely change identities, go to Peru, and start a potato plantation or something, to hopefully never be found again. She would never EVER admit to wanting to kiss that boy.

Frustrated even more than before, she ran back to the table where Chaewon was waiting for her, shoving Yeonjun in the process, and making him audibly laugh, clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster her.

“I gotta go, or I’m going to be late for the party,” Chaewon said the moment she saw her best friend enter her view.

“Again” Y/N added to Chaewon’s statement, knowing how long the blonde usually takes to get ready. The other girl got up and quickly added:

“Remember, I’ll be at your dorm around 10 pm, we’ll see what to do from there. Remind Ryujin too when you get home, please.” Chaewon said while collecting all of her stuff and messily throwing it in her bag.

“Sure thing, I’ll finish this chapter and go home too in a half-hour or so. Don’t worry about Ryujin, knowing her, she’ll be all dressed up already. You know who you should be worried about, though.” Y/N answered, looking up from her books.

“I already texted Karina, I told her I’d be at hers around 9:30 so she’ll hopefully be ready when we actually get there.” The girl chuckled at her best friend’s trickery and waved her goodbye, mumbling a “perfect” in the meanwhile.

On her way out Chaewon was stopped in her tracks by a slightly taller figure.

“Hey there,” he sweetly addressed the girl.

“Hi Wooyoung, I’d love to stop and chat with you but I really need to go.”

“See you at the party, then” Chaewon looked at him surprised.

“You should really stop eavesdropping other people’s conversations. Besides, you don’t even know which party we were talking about, there’s like 5 every Friday night without counting the ones outside of campus” 

He gave her a playful smile and said “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.” The girl laughed and answered “Good luck, darling” before going her way.

After that Wooyoung quickly got back to the guys’ table where all of his friends were sitting, trying to finish some sort of group project.

“Okay, talking about important things, what do you guys know about parties tonight?” Wooyoung said, sitting down.

“You mean here in the campus? or in general? Also like, frat houses or bars?” Soobin started throwing questions at him to try and narrow down the search.

“I don't know, man, Chaewon was talking to the Menace and they said they were going to a party tonight.” Wooyoung just answered him calmly.

As soon as he heard the words “Menace” and “party” together in a sentence Yeonjun’s interest was piqued. He looked at Wooyoung, completely ignoring the semi-blank document opened in front of him.

“Well I don’t think they’d go off campus, the Menace is too lazy for that, she’d want to be as close to the dorm as possible.” Soobin started the brainstorming session.

“That still leaves like at least five or six parties” Changbin pointed out, then turned to Wooyoung and asked:

“Is it just the two of them?” to which Wooyoung quickly added Ryujin and Karina to the mix.

As soon as Karina’s name came up Changbin and Soobin looked at each other and said: “Keystone Lodge.”

“Is there something I don’t know?” Wooyoung asked given how the boys answered the place of the party seemed obvious but he had no idea.

“Karina’s boyfriend, Jeno. He’s in the frat.” Soobin pointed out.

“Okay but aren’t parties at KL like, invitation-only or something like that?” Changbin quickly raised the question.

Yeonjun, who had just started fantasizing about what could’ve happened at the party and had no intentions of having his dreams ruined just like that, said: “don’t worry guys, be prepared, I’ll text you later.” and quickly got up and gathered his things before exiting the library.

“Does he have to do it every time?” Soobin asked.

“He got it from Mark, says it gives him the surprise effect later on and the mysterious effect right away.” Changbin answered rolling his eyes, to which the other two guys only answered almost in awe with an “Ooh.” probably thinking it was the best idea a man could have.

“Okay, how did you get us in Yeonjun?” Wooyoung asked, almost alarmed at how quickly and seemingly easily their friend acquired the invitations.

“I know Haechan, and he owed me. He still does.” the older boy simply stated, raising Wooyoung's alarm instead of calming him down.

“Now let’s get this party started” Yeonjun exclaimed walking up the stairs to Keystone’s Lodge with a smirk on his face.

“You’re going to try and make her life hell, aren’t you?” Changbin said clearly amused at how his friend was planning on being even more annoying to Y/N than he usually was.

“Just wait and see Changbin, just wait and see.” the smirk on Yeonjun’s face growing with every step to the door he knocked on, where they found a guy standing alone, waiting for proof of invitations.

Inside the Frat house, the music was blasting. The air felt damp and everything smelled like cheap alcohol, adding to the mix the group of smoking boys at the far end of the room anyone could imagine that the atmosphere was not very romantic. Which is exactly what they expected.

Changbin went straight for the bar, getting everybody something to drink as the other guys scanned the room for their targets. 

Wooyoung quickly saw Chaewon sitting on the couch with her friends. They were talking to a few frat guys but they seemed nonthreatening enough to his ego. The Menace was sitting dangerously close to one of them, almost in his lap. Wooyoung could not recognize the guy though, no matter how much he squinted.

He nudged his friends and with a nod pointed the scene out, hoping they would get curious and approach them, so he could flirt with Chaewon once again. 

As soon as he realized what was going on, Soobin turned to look at Yeonjun’s reaction, gesturing to Changbin to hurry over, so he could witness it too because despite what those two liked to admit, they had this tension between them that was almost romantic. They were definitely, on some level, attracted to each other but they would never admit it. That’s why Changbin Soobin and Wooyoung were now staring at Yeonjun, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever they had theorized.

Yeonjun’s brows furrowed. The night just started and everything had to be so simple already, not even a bit of a challenge. He sighed, took a drink from Changbin’s hands, and turned to Wooyoung. 

“Let’s go say hi to your princess, shall we?” Yeonjun told his friend, who was very happy about the poor lighting, meaning the other boys were not made aware of his rosy cheeks prompted by Yeonjun's comment.

As they approached, Chaewon saw them and a big smile tugged on her lips. She raised a hand to say hi and the boys did the same.

“Well Well Well, I’m surprised to see little Sherlock actually did find us.” She chuckled looking at Wooyoung.

“I told you I could do it. I’m very resourceful” he winked and the girl lightly laughed. 

Everybody then fell back into conversation, except Y/N and her mystery guy, who were so distracted by each other that they didn’t even say hi to the newcomers. 

Yeonjun cleared his voice. 

“I know you don’t like us Y/N but not saying hi is simply rude, even for you.” He smirked, knowing very well what it did to her.

The girl turned around, her surroundings didn’t make it easy to hear but she was sure she heard a voice talking to her. 

From her sitting position she looked at the new figures that had joined the conversation. And then she saw his face. She simply rolled her eyes.

“Who even invited you here? Seriously, please tell me so I can avoid the lunatic all night long, people just become crazier and crazier by the day”

“Actually,” Yeonjun chuckled.

The guy whom Y/N was talking to gently removed his hands from her hips, feeling a bit embarrassed. 

“I think that might have been me,” He said. 

Y/N looked at Haechan with a void expression.

“You’re his friend?” She asked, not believing it for a moment.

Haechan was slightly taken aback by the question, thinking the answer to be obvious, so he simply answered:

“Yeah?” at which Y/N glared at both the boys.

“That’s a shame, I really liked you.” And with that, she got up and went to the bar to pour herself yet another drink. The alcohol was probably what made her act so suddenly with that silly explanation but even sober her had no intention of being affiliated in any way with Yeonjun.

Seeing how Y/N was behaving, the boy thought that his mission was going to be such a delight with how simple she was making it.

Yeonjun followed her, leaving behind their friends absorbed in whatever conversation, and a very confused Haechan sitting on the couch.

As Y/N approached the bar, she bumped into a few people obstructing passages left and right and leaving her even more annoyed than she already was.

She took one of the red cups and poured herself some beer. 

Not the ideal drink but it was the first thing her hands were able to grasp. 

As she was about to take a sip, a hand snatched her drink.

“Thanks, I was very thirsty,” Yeonjun told her, earning a glare once again that day.

“How do you manage to be so annoying Yeonjun?” Y/N said while pouring another cup, this time she grabbed some gin, sensing she would need something stronger than a beer.

“I give it my best, just for you” he grinned.

Y/N couldn’t help but groan as she looked for the soda to mix her drink.

“What did I ever do to you? Have I offended you in any way? Are you holding a grudge from your past life?? Why do you like to annoy me so much??” She sighed in defeat.

“Woah,” Yeonjun said taken aback by the sudden seriousness of the question.

“Well, for starters I could ask you the same thing…” He answered calmly.

As she started to protest he shushed her.

“Buut, I am not going to lie, I do find you very cute when you’re frustrated” He chuckled.

“Are you hitting on me?” She asked, mouth agape.

“Do you want me to be hitting on you?” There it was again. The stupidest grin on the face of the earth. If there was a way to wipe it off instantly, Y/N would’ve gladly taken that chance. Thinking about it, there was a way, and to be honest she had reluctantly considered that way many times before, but always ended up avoiding it.

A kiss was not the solution, everything it could’ve done was only create more problems.

She was snapped back to reality by Yeonjun waving his hands in front of her eyes. She had been staring at the grin for god knows how long. A faint red was starting to tint her cheeks.

“You want to kiss me so badly,” Yeonjun told her, the grin never leaving his face.

She tried to play it as cool as possible, hoping the poor lighting of the room helped her conceive the blushing situation.

“Projecting much?” She smiled turning on her heels, determined to get out of the house for some fresh air.

As she walked away Yeonjun screamed over the music.

“I never said I wouldn’t like it” Y/N briefly stopped in her tracks, surprised by the sudden confession. Thinking it was just another way of getting under her skin she slowly reached the door and opened it, stepping out onto the backyard.

“You just love messing with her, don’t you?” Chaewon said as she approached Yeonjun, Wooyoung by her side, holding her waist.

“I have a tendency not to lie, actually. Everything I said is true. She’s just… compelling” he tried to find the best word to describe her.

“Compelling? You mean messing with her like that is compelling?” Chaewon said, a bit offended that Yeonjun enjoyed toying with her friend’s emotions like that.

“Tell me Chaewon, when have I ever done anything truly bad to her? All I do is tease, in her opinion, when in reality I was always simply…” Yeonjun said, meanwhile Chaewon tried to start a list of all the times he’s gotten you frustrated and quickly realized most times it was just his very annoying, twisted way of ... 

“Flirting,” Chaewon said, shocked. She looked at him straight in the eyes, her expression painted with shock.

“Oh my God, you just flirt with her” Chaewon continued. She suddenly realized that every time Yeonjun ever talked to Y/N he was flirting, and that enraged her friend for some reason. He never actually DID anything bad to her. He never insulted her, let alone take action to actively ruin her day. The only times he did something of the sort she was always with a guy, like 10 minutes ago with Haechan. Yeonjun was always just… flirting with Y/N.

“I am very confused.” Wooyoung said looking at his two friends.

“You never admitted it to us and it takes you like three seconds to tell it to her best friend? I kinda hate you and I am not sure I would like to be friends with you anymore.” Wooyoung continued while watching Yeonjun's every move and acting offended.

“It’s not like you guys ever really asked, I thought it was obvious if I have to be honest. She’s pretty, she’s smart, she can be a pain in the ass but she’s one of the nicest and kindest people I ever met. Not with me, which I can not really comprehend, but if teasing her incessantly is the only way I can get her to interact with me I don’t think I will ever stop.” Yeonjun said earnestly to his friend. A small smile appeared on his features, almost sheepishly.

A voice behind him startled him right after.

“What did he just say??” it was Changbin, who basically screamed in his ear after he heard just half of the confession.

“I think he likes the Menace!!” Soobin screamed at Changbin (and in Yeonjun’s other ear) in hopes of being understood over the loud music.

Meanwhile, Y/N was outside, freezing because she forgot to bring a jacket. 

Why did he have to always be so annoying, why did he always have something to say that would just make her heart beat at a worrying speed? Why did she have to like him so fucking much?

As her mind birthed the last few words she stopped pacing back and forth on the grass.

Of course, she liked him. It seemed as if every stupid decision she could make she would take and this was not even a conscious one. 

It would explain why her fight or flight response would kick in every time he would even just look in her direction, and her choice was fight. 

Thinking about kissing him all those times was not just a stupid silly thought. 

Y/N was hopeless.

"So?" The question was raised suddenly by a voice she recognised immediately.

He was standing right there, in front of her, handing her her jacket.

She happily took it, silently thanking him with a smile before muttering.

"So what?" her eyes looking at him defeated. She liked him and he was just playing. He was just teasing, and look where all that teasing led her. A terrible position she never wanted to be in.

"Am I getting that kiss you so badly want to give me?" Here he goes again. Non-stop teasing.

This time Y/N did not find it in her to fight, not him nor the feelings she finally realized she had.

"You should be more careful with your words Yeonjun, one might think you actually want it, crave it even" she said calmly before chuckling lightly. She was now sitting down on the bench and her gaze was everywhere but the boy's figure.

"As I said when you were storming off, I do think I'd enjoy it" he slowly sat down beside her, surprised by her tone. This felt more like an actual conversation now. It didn't seem like she had any intention of fleeing this time around. Just them two, talking like normal people. It was new and he liked it. He liked it more than words could explain.

"Stop teasing me please, I honestly don't think I can take it anymore. I won't be bothering you again if you promise me you will leave me alone without uttering any other word that you don't mean" If someone were to pass by and listen very closely, the sound of Yeonjun's heart could be heard as it was cracking and falling apart like glass under extreme heat.

She didn't want to see him anymore, but what was worse is that she didn't think his words were honest. She thought he didn't mean it, ever.

He meant it from the first smile he flashed her, from the first hello he said. The first time he saw her he was struck by lightning and did not feel like himself anymore. All he could do was think about her, all he wanted to do was to speak with her. He did not care if it meant he had to endure rolling eyes and frustrated groans, at the very least he was interacting with you.

"So?" this time she asked the question. Her eyes showed how hurt she was and he could barely look at them.

As he turned to face her, Y/N noticed tears welling up in his eyes. She didn't understand.

"You really think I don't mean it? Y/N you consume my thoughts in the best and worst way ever. I think about you all the time. All I ever want to do is speak with you and I don't care if it means you'll hate me, I won't stop doing it because I am selfish like that. I don't want to feel miserable, and the only way I have to do that is if I speak to you. You can tell me you despise me a thousand times but I won't care as long as you're in front of me, addressing me, acknowledging my presence." As Yeonjun spoke Y/N could not believe his words. 

If it was just minutes ago she would've joked about how "you're so obsessed with me, jeez" but at that moment the expression on Yeonjun's face was making her want to cry. It seemed like he meant it.

He did mean it.

"You like me?" she asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.

"I think like is a bit of an understatement at this point..." he chuckled looking into the distance, the palms of his hands rubbing against each other awkwardly.

Y/N moved closer to him. He did not register how close she got until she turned his head towards her with her hand.

They stared at each other, they are not sure for how long. It could have been mere seconds or hours on end. Then she moved closer and finally kissed him. 

She tilted her head as he deepened the kiss. 

Everything felt good. They were finally happy.

[alice-after-dark]

Just wanted to tell you how much I love your understanding of the HH characters and your predictions of their future interactions!

Especially those involving Vox because it does seem pretty obvious that the HH crew would react differently to /him/ showing up at their door- charming TV personality, face and name plastered on everything everywhere- to Alastor- missing cannibal overlord with penchant for murder asmr.

I would love to see this hc implemented with radiostatic more! With people (HH crew) actually questioning VOX on his taste in men and why he chose Alastor over the other way around that I so often see in radiostatic fics.

Aw thank you so much!

I'm glad to hear you like my take on them! Honestly it does annoy me when I see people having the characters react to Vox the same way they react to Alastor.

Vox and Alastor are set up as very different people, with Alastor using his reputation to instill fear and Vox using his reputation to instill trust. We literally see how Sinners react to them canonically. They run away from Alastor. They run to Vox. I think people often forget about the scene with the press outside the the angelic security thing and the introduction of his assistant. We clearly see several things set up in that scene:

Sinners feel safe approaching Vox, an Overlord

The public respects and values his opinion and insight

Vox wants people to trust him and presents himself accordingly

The average Sinner is not going to be afraid of him the way they are of Alastor. Sinners like Angel who work with him might have deeper insight into how dangerous he actually is, but most aren't going to react poorly, especially when you actually look at who the hotel crew consists of. We have Charlie who wants to see the good in everyone, Vaggie who would only know him from his public persona, Sir Pentious who idolizes the Vees, and Niffty who loves herself a bad boy. Angel and Alastor are really the only hotel members who would have any real issue towards Vox. Husk is a bit of a wild card as he might dislike Vox for his treatment of Angel, but could also be indifferent (unless you go with my favorite headcanon that they knew each other in the past of course).

Not sure if you've read my fic, anon, but I do definitely play with the concept there. First chapter and Vox is readily welcomed into the hotel by Charlie and Vaggie is way more trusting of him that she was of Alastor. I do wish I saw the dynamic more in other stories though. I think it's a lot of fun to see the hotel crew reacting to him so warmly as opposed to the suspicion they throw at Alastor. Them questioning Vox's taste in men would be hilarious, especially if it came from Angel who would also be well aware of him being involved with Valentino.

"Dude, at this point, just get a billboard with I'M A MASOCHIST on it."

[bonny-kookoo]

Hi, if you're okay with it I'd like to request Jungkook somehow finding out about the part he played in the pudding incident (maybe overhearing them talking about it again or her mentioning it to Yoongis hybrid so she's more careful around him)...so he can finally punch him 🙃 sorry, but I just think he needs to get set straight to realize he can't keep doing stuff like that and just get away with it.

I really enjoy your writing btw, thank you for sharing your works!<3

The tension is high in the apartment, Jungkook breathing heavily as he's held back by Yoongi, who's clearly struggling to keep the youngest of the group in his hold. While yes, Jungkook is and will stay the maknae, he's grown up at this point, physically superior to a lot of the members at this point- Yoongi included. He's already landed a hit on his bandleader's face; its clear that the only reason he doesn't continue being you and Yoongi's hybrid a little further away, hugging each other for comfort at the sight of everyone being so on edge.

"I deserve that." Namjon nods, holding his jaw. He's lucky his bandmate couldn't really land a full on hit on his face, as Yoongi had been quick enough to react in time.

"Of course you fucking do!" Jungkook yells out. "You almost killed her! And as for his-" Jungkook looks at Yoongi next to him before his heated gaze returns to his leader. "-You almost got her taken by authorities! What if she had run on the streets, got hit by a car, huh?! Would that have made you happy?!" He barks.

"Absolutely not. I.. didn't know she'd react like that." Namjoon offers defeatedly. "The same with yours. I wasn't.. aware that there was such a high amount in there, if I did I wouldn't have done it." He tries to explain himself, looking over at the two hybrids a little further away. "I'm sorry. I hope you know that." He offers.

"You don't even have the right to look at her-" Jungkook starts again, but Yoongi chimes in now.

"Alright, let's calm down here." He says calmly. "What I'm failing to understand here, is just why?" Yoongi wonders, looking at his bandleader, who turns to the side again, watching both hybrids become more calm now. "You're not a bad person, Namjoon. Why do this then?" He asks, letting go of Jungkook now so he can go and comfort his own hybrid.

"In this industry.. it's best if you, you know, surround yourself with people who won't be taken away from you. Who won't leave you, you know." He simply explains, as both hybrids slowly begin to explore his home after he nods in approval once they look at him as if to ask. "It'll just.. I just wanted you to realize that you're playing with fire. Like water in your hands- it will drip out between your fingers at some point, no matter how hard you try." He says, walking to sit down on his couch.

It doesn't take long for both Idols to follow him, their hybrids close behind, sitting close to them. Everyone doesn't understand, still. It feels like there's more to it than the bandleader lets on. It's only when Yoongi's hybrid finds a worn-down tiger plushy on the edge of the couch, that Yoongi seems to understand-

simply from the hurt that flashes in his friend's eyes as he gently takes it away from her, to place it somewhere out of reach for both hybrids.

"You've had one yourself." Yoongi says, and Namjoon sighs. "What happened?"

"Management happened." His leader defeatedly explains. "I trusted them like.. Jungkook did. Told them about her. Explained how I'm taking care of her, how I'm planning to solve issues like tours, and so on." He shrugs. "But back then, they weren't so lenient. It backfired, simple as that." He says.

"Backfired how?" Jungkook asks now, realizing why his friend might've been so hostile especially towards him. He's got something he never had been granted- the freedom to bring his partner to work with him, to have them protected just as well as they are themselves.

"Told me they'd help with the tour stuff. That she'd be given into a carecenter for the duration, and the company would cover the costs even." He recalls the events. "It sounded great. Not perfect, obviously- but it was a solution I could work with. So I explained to her the night before we had to leave for tour, that she'd stay at the center just for a few weeks until the tour would be over."

"But they never gave her back." Yoongi finishes, and Namjoon nods, clenching his jaw.

"I came back home, and she wasn't there. I talked to management about when I'd be able to pick her up- and they just told me 'never.', that she's staying there, forever." He explains further, both hybrids clearly distressed at the story he's telling. "And when I tried myself to get her back somehow, I couldn't find her. Nothing. Not under her name, nor her ID. She's gone, because I trusted management to handle it." He says. "I don't want you to go through that. I don't.. I wanted to protect you. All of you." He says, now looking at the hybrids as well.

"You could've simply talked to us." Jungkook mumbles, pulling his hybrid onto his lap. "We could've just spoken about this like now."

"Would you have believed me?" Namjoon questions. "You would've simply thought 'oh, that will never happen to me!', and then move on." He chuckles dryly, Yoongi sighing.

"Oh man, this is one big mess." He shakes his head. "Now what do we do?" He asks, and Jungkook puts out his hand.

"I accept your apology." He offers, and Namjoon nods, shaking his friend's hand. "It's.. not okay, but I can understand it, in a way." He says.

"Same here, by the way." Yoongi nods.

"I'll try and help you protect them." Namjoon says, sternly so. "I don't want you to go through this, and I understood that I went at it from the wrong direction. I'm really sorry." He says, and everyone nods at that, Yoongis hybrid even doing so much as to reach out and hug him- Jungkook's soon to follow.

It does bring the bandleader to tears a little bit- but it also shows how truthful he meant his words.

And on the sidelines, both Jungkook and Yoongi already think of how to maybe help him.

[just-orbiting-you]

maybe I'm out of pocked for saying this or maybe it sounds too harsh since i am ot7 and I do love all of them and no matter what I support the music and think they're all very good people who never cause harm intentionally, but I think these last few years tae has kind of changed as a person

ofc he has every right to become the adult he wants and there's nothing bad with it but I've noticed through his actions that he's grown up to be a little superficial, kind of mindless and that he romanticizes life too much and maybe doesn't think things through, maybe caught up to much with the celebrity lifestyle and privilege

not only with the whole wanting attention always especially during times when other members are in focus or also with the whole MCD drama or posting online endlessly even in this so called the most serious and discreet period of life for them

it feels like he doesn't take things seriously or he's not grounded enough

it looks like he even romanticizes the military where even if he choose one of the most intensive units, i feel like one of the reasons he did so is just because he wanted to try all the cool uniforms of that unit and try to "play the part" like it's some sort of a movie role where we've seen that in comparison with other members, taes unit is the one who's always exposed to the general public and strolling around town because they participate in events that need security/bodyguards. like even in this time he wanted to be in the public eye and been seen and act cool and be photograped

the fact that he always kind of sneakily posted and talked about things with jk which clearly jk doesn't really like that much because he never reciprocates and he has provided context for what tae says 2-3 times because he clearly doesn't want misunderstandings or fueling tkkrs, jk has always been careful about that

idk i hope it doesn't sound to crazy, it's just a bit of uncensored thoughts because his behavior has really put me in a lot of doubts

i have another anon post similar to this and i honestly fully agree. there's a level of grandiose in tae lately that i think leaves him looking less grounded, relatable and (even likable) lately that i don't think was always there. i've been calling him pretty flippant and irresponsible, like lacks a sense of awareness and this goes back to his behavior in boy voyage years ago. i haven't really been compelled by his personality in a while and i think you're right in that fame and attention really did emphasize that bad parts of him.

i feel like one of the reasons he did so is just because he wanted to try all the cool uniforms of that unit and try to "play the part" like it's some sort of a movie role

THIS 100%. who even knows if this is conscious in him, but he got so much attention for even choosing this line of work in the military. when he said "i have a plan for the military" i thought it meant go to special forces so he can bulk up. and that's kind of what happened. but i've seen more tae pictures i think then anyone else (and i try my best to block and disengage with military photos as best as i can). i don't think tae could bear leaving his idol lifestyle behind, seeing as he doesn't stop posting even STILL. and this special forces was the closest thing he could find.

tae and jk's dynamic will continue to be so funny because jungkook doesn't take his bullshit. i see jungkook as someone who really isn't phased by much so it might not get to him personally when tae calls him on short notice to go places or invites him to big events, but those times where he does call him out publicly are hilarious, showing jk's true thoughts on tae.

thanks for your ask!! really enlightening (and as someone who has been yapping to my irl army friend about tae's behavior for months, it's nice to see someone else with a similar sentiment).

[marzipanandminutiae]

Cabinet of Curiosities Opinions

Roland (Lot 36) is not a neo-Nazi and the hair wreath is not made from the hair of concentration camp victims.

I didn't think this needed to be stated, since he called the Wolmar family evil, which he definitely wouldn't have done if he agreed with them. But apparently some people see "German guy talking about Nazis" and assume he's one himself. Weird.

As for the hair wreath, such things were popular in the 19th century, not the 1930s-40s. I went looking and couldn't find any extant examples from that era. Given the presence of other antiques from that period in the storage unit, like the summoning table, it makes far more sense for the wreath to be an earlier family heirloom. At the very least, even if it WERE some perverse latter-day craft project made by Dottie or her mother or something, there would be no reason for Roland and Agatha to assume that. So they'd probably believe it was innocent even if it wasn't.

2. Emilia is an avenging angel sent to test people like Nick.

This is a bit more of a stretch, but bear with me. When he gives her the lock, she says (in Spanish) "What kind of man are you?" An understandable response to him being a racist asshole, but to me it sounds like she's saying it in a measuring way, as if she's really wondering. Later, in her final appearance, the light behind her umbrella gives her a halo effect. And condemning him to be devoured by a demon he set loose seems like a pretty fitting thing for an angel to do if she's seen that he's past helping.

(This take brought to you by: whiny pissbabies on Reddit going on about "well he's not THAT bad and even if she couldn't see the demon, she KNEW the loan shark was after him so she should have REALIZED he was in real danger and let him out!!! the clearly symbolic racial-, gender-, and class-disadvantaged person in this 45-minute fictional story is the TRUE bad guy here, not the man who was listening to a white nationalist radio show and agreeing with it!")

3. Stacy's coworkers (The Outside) weren't actually that bad.

She feels isolated from them because they have nothing in common to talk about. We never see them actively being mean to her; just not being her best friend- and nobody is obligated to befriend coworkers if they don't want to. They invite her to the party, so clearly they do think of her. Sure, the one lady reacts badly to being given a taxidermy duck for Christmas, but...taxidermy IS a pretty contentious gift. Not something I would spring on someone at all. Stacy was just doing her best, so I don't blame her either. It's just an awkward situation all around, that's nobody's fault.

I feel like the point is not "this woman's bitchy coworkers drove her to change herself." It's that marketing and the media cause women to be internally critical on a deeply harmful level, even if nobody else is actually being critical of us.

4. The Outside has themes of sublimated homosexual desire.

Stacy has a tense relationship with her hsband, idolizes the women at work who are constantly touching and stroking each other, and literally makes out with the feminine-looking Allo Glo creature in the basement. I mean. Come on. This one seems like a no-brainer to me. I don't think that's the PRIMARY theme, but it's definitely there.

6. Nancy (The Murmuring) had something to do with Ava's death.

One theory I saw online was that she'd rolled over on her while co-sleeping, since the ghost she mistakes for baby Ava appears in the bed next to her. I'd believe it, and it definitely adds another layer to her sympathy with the mother ghost- who I just learned is named Claudette in the credits. Even though I very much doubt she did anything that purposeful.

7. Alternatively, Ava was not a baby when she died.

Edgar and Nancy are both on the older side to be new parents (Essie Davis was 52 during filming, though the character is probably somewhat younger), and Nancy has clear experience talking to older children when she addresses the little boy ghost. Ava's death was recent, so while I suspect the intention is that she was a surprise baby to a couple who assumed they'd never have any, she could have been any age within childhood.

8. Ava was named after birds.

"Avis" means bird in Latin and her parents are ornithologists. It just makes sense.