#bc music helps wash those thoughts away

[depresssant]

'geto would burn in the fiery sea of hell if it meant only he would be the one thing your heart-stopping eyes could see'

warning!!!! : yandere is a warning in itself 💀, yandere!geto, unrequited love, kidnapping extremely suggestive themes, idk what else 😭

also reposted bc i accidenly deleted the first one 😬

to say that geto suguru was helpless was an understatement.

he was at a lost, and it felt like the entire world was against him. so many conflicting thoughts battled with him day by day, and time came to a stop the second he watched that bullet go through riko's head. that helpless feeling of not being able to save what was dear to you... to be able to not do anything except for watch as something slipped out of his grasp⏤he felt like it was happening all over again.

dark thoughts⏤ones that only you seemed to get rid of⏤dropping him over the edge plagued him like a disease with every twist and turn. these were the dark thoughts that only you washed away with your warm touch and loving smile.

but now?

now you were cold and hostile.

all because of a damn rejection.

geto knew his decade long friendship with you would never be the same after that fateful night you confessed to him. that night⏤just a week and a half after riko's death. he had rejected you. geto was scared. what if you died just like riko? you were a sorcerer with threats that had you walking across the line of life and death. what if you, too, withered from his grasp? 

but he supposed you already did.

bit by bit, you had started to ignore him. you were clearly distancing yourself. you knew he was going through internal struggles, and while you once would've been there right by his side, you weren't this time. you just... stop talking to him, acting like he was the plague, and a single look would kill you.

it killed him.

it killed geto to see you hurting because of him, and it hurt even more that he wasn't able to help. the raven haired man was bitter and angry at the time. he should've understood that you were just trying to give him space after realizing your confession wasn't thrown in at the best time. you were trying to help him in the best way possible while hurting yourself, and he was too fucking stupid to realize it.

geto had stormed into your dorm for an explanation as to why you were ignoring him. the worst fight of his life occurred that very night where you told him you never wanted to see him again. so he had granted you your wish.

thinking back at it, both of you were hurting. riko's death and the following had affected you just as much as it had affected geto, but he was too selfish to realize he wasn't alone. he was too conceited to realize that even when keeping your distance from him, you were still there for him. he was just too proud to reach out.

...

well... that would never happen again.

he furrowed his brows but he said nothing as he watched you struggle against the chains with a look of panic on your beautiful, beautiful, face. geto had plenty of time to reflect on his behavior⏤to sort through his feelings and plan, and now you were finally back in his arms.

with a sigh of relief, said arms pulled you into a suffocating hug. he held you so tightly he felt like his arms would cramp up, but that didn't matter. all he wanted to do was just crawl into your skin, become one with you, so you two would never apart again. he wanted to kiss those pretty lips of yours until his own became bruised and swollen. he wanted to hold you like this for the rest of eternity because the sound of your heartbeat was the best type of music he had ever listened to.

this was wrong, some part in him screamed. holding you captive like this just for himself was immoral and evil, but... all for himself? geto would burn in the fiery sea of hell if it meant only he would be the one thing your heart-stopping eyes could see. those eyes... those eyes pulled him in like a moth to a flame, turning him into a person he never thought he'd become. but perhaps that was one of the million things he loved about you.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you hissed, pressed up against him, and geto felt completed. "you're insane! how the hell do you... do you⏤"

"i love you."

his hands were all over your body frantically, leaving a blazing trail of fire in every place that he caressed, and it was like he was trying to become one with you.

"... geto... what is this? why are you doing this?"

lavender eyes as alluring as a violent ocean rested on yours. "it's a form of acceptance. your confession? darling, i accept your love. i want your love... i need it."

"that was in high school! it was just a silly crush!" your brows furrowed in anger at first, but your expression crumbled. a face that you once adored now looked down at you with stinging eyes, fangs out and all. 

"don't lie to me." geto grabbed a hold of your inner thighs, pushing you down onto the bed and nuzzling into your neck as if he would die if he didn't. you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like it. it was something you had been waiting for, for a very long time.

"we're meant for each other. you just need a little help understanding it."

his hold you was like a snake wrapping around its prey, constricting like a suffocating pillow until said prey finally fell limp. you were the prey and geto was the snake.. and, well...

he was threatening to swallow you whole.

[shadowjax]

Merry Makeover

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader AO3 Summary: There's only one person in the school who can drag you away from your studies. Or overstudying. A/n: I love the new Abyssal Andnate outfit it is so gorgeous and Cass's new outfit for the passion puzzle, finally some inspo. I’d like to thank google for helping me with the outfit descriptions bc I know nothing about fashion. And a nice break from my other two longer fics.

Tell me your thoughts on the current season :) *Shares are appreciated* 1.7 words Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Gentle snow fell onto the grounds of Hogwarts, a white blanket enveloping the school grounds. Creating an unusual quietness among the castle. You remained confined in your room, shielding yourself from the cold, while a storm brewed outside a different one was in your room. Books and notes lay scattered across every available surface—piles on the desk, papers spilling onto the floor. Your eyes strained, red and weary from hours of relentless study or deep contemplation, the lines of text blurring together. A headache had crept in a few hours ago, a dull ache spreading across your temples, while your body grew increasingly stiff from hours spent sitting on the edge of your bed. Every muscle seemed to protest, the tension settling deep into your shoulders and back, a reminder of the hours lost to study and silence. Exams before the holiday break were always a routine part of life, but now that you’re older, they feel exceptionally more challenging. Back then, you had a habit of studying until you crashed, and some of those patterns still linger. When stress runs higher than usual, you often forget to take care of yourself, slipping back into old habits without realizing it.

“Huh?” You hear a faint tapping, turning your attention to the window. An owl as white as the falling snow perched just outside, a note delicately clutched in its beak, its eyes watching you intently. As soon as you took the note, the owl swiftly took flight, disappearing into the snowy sky. You opened the letter and immediately recognized the fancy handwriting, squinting your strained eyes to read the penmanship. 

Stop overworking yourself and join me tonight in Hogsmeade. Don’t make me come up there, be thankful I even sent a letter.

Cassandra

P.S.

Clean up your appearance and wear something nice. I know you haven’t left your room for days. 

Your heart fluttered at the thought of her making the first move; usually, you were the one doing all the planning. But then, a wave of panic set in. You quickly closed the window, eyes darting around the room, and rushed to grab your wand lying on the center table beside your cauldron.

With a swift wave of your wand, papers and books lifted from the cluttered surfaces and began to dance through the air. One by one, the scattered notes, textbooks, and parchments glided toward the shelves, where they landed with precise accuracy, stacking neatly into orderly piles. 

After cleaning up the room, you rushed straight to the baths, ignoring the surprised calls from other students as you left your usual solitude behind. Thankfully, the baths were empty. As soon as you sank into the warm water, your body relaxed, the tension melting away. For the first time in what felt like forever, your mind finally stopped racing, settling into a peaceful quiet. Soft music played in the background, and the soothing scent of roses filled the air, adding to the calm. You thought about what you’d wear for the evening, coming to the conclusion you had nothing that would meet her standards. Sure you had nice clothing but she had already seen everything in your wardrobe and you didn’t want to disappoint. 

Thanks to the use of Floo Powder, you managed to reach Madame Malkin’s after a long run down Diagon Alley. You entered the shop, out of breath, trying to fill your lungs with warm air.

Madame Mallin turned your way, shocked by your appearance. Your hair was freshly washed but messy, and your clothes were all wrinkled. “Why hello dear, it’s been quite some time since I’ve last seen you. You look flustered, take a deep breath before you speak.” 

“Hello to you too. I was wondering if you have anything fitting for a special occasion.” You sat down on a nearby chair, fanning your face with your hand. 

“Another outing with that Slytherin girl? She has quite an interesting fashion taste.” The scissors beside her snipped a piece of fabric. 

You step further into the store and take a seat in front of the vanity. Brushes and scissors emerge from the drawers, immediately getting to work on your appearance. A light layer of makeup is applied, concealing the dark circles beneath your eyes. Brushes smooth through the tangles in your hair, and a spritz of product gives it a glossy shine. Once the products are satisfied with their work, you begin to browse through the racks of clothes. Most of them you already own and Madame Malkin appears from the entrance with an outfit you had never seen before. 

“This is my latest creation, I had a feeling you’d need something new to wear. It comes in three different varieties and will do wonders for the upcoming ball.” 

The outfit she held out was on another level. Abyssal Andante, what an incredible name. Every piece was tailored to your exact measurements. It is a black, tailored long coat with white fur or feather detailing around the collar, giving it a regal and sophisticated look. Underneath, there's a white, high-collared shirt with decorative accents. The pants are slim-fitting and dark, paired with black knee-high boots that add to the polished aesthetic. Accessories include dark gloves, a braided belt loosely dangling in the hip, and a necklace that features a delicate chain adorned with purple, diamond-shaped crystals or gemstones. The overall color scheme is monochromatic with touches of silver, adding to its luxurious appearance. 

After slipping into the final pieces of the outfit, a spark of confidence ignited within you. You felt as though you could balance on a flying broom or master a complex dance like a waltz. Once you finished paying for the outfit you ran to the closet fireplace and used floo powder to teleport into Hogsmemde. The chilly air blew off the ash and the sun was beginning to set. The smell of food traveled in the air, making your stomach growl. You passed by all the local places to eat but couldn’t find Cassandra, all except for- there’s no way. You started walking to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shoppe, a wide grin on your face. 

Quickly stepping into the shop you were immediately met with an empty room. The air was warm, the smell of sweets wafting from the kitchen, and all except one table was left. In the center of the room sat Cassandra patiently waiting. Her outfit is a blend of elegance and fantasy with a dark and regal aesthetic. It features a fitted black top with long sleeves and intricate lace or embroidery detailing at the neckline. The top is paired with a flowing green skirt that sparkles subtly and has a sheer overlay with lace trim at the hem, adding depth and sophistication. The accessories include a black headband with a diamond pattern and earrings shaped like flowers. The look is completed with a black belt accentuating the waist and the overall theme of contrast between dark and vibrant green hues. You also notice she isn’t wearing any gloves. 

A teasing smile forms on your lips. "What an interesting choice of place," you remark, eyes twinkling with amusement.

She stares intensely, studying your outfit from head to toe. You feel a bit flustered realizing you overdressed, although it did the job of impressing her. “Yes, this place seems to have grown on me.” 

A towering arrangement of assorted sweets and delicate sandwiches gracefully floated over to your table. Alongside it, a steaming pot of freshly brewed tea was set down with a soft clink of porcelain. 

“I must say, I didn’t expect you to be so… dressed up.” She studied you once more, her eyes never leaving you as she took a sip of her tea. A faint pink hue rose to her cheeks, betraying a hint of warmth beneath her composed demeanor. 

“Only the best for the best.” A warm smile appeared, catching her off guard since you weren't usually so straightforward. You grabbed her hands and held them in yours, eyes leveling with hers. “Cass, I’d like to thank you for getting me out here.” 

“Of course, I knew you’d be here. After all, I’m sure you haven’t eaten properly in a while.” Although she had helped you break the habit of overstudying, she couldn’t help but feel upset seeing you fall back into those old patterns. It was hard not to feel frustrated, knowing how hard you’d worked to find balance, only to see the pressure of your studies take over again. The tension in your shoulders was clear, a sign of the long hours spent studying. Despite your effort to hide it, the bags under your eyes showed through the makeup, proof of sleepless nights. She wondered how much longer you could keep going before the exhaustion hit. Even though you tried to look fine, the signs of fatigue were obvious.

The frown on her face makes your heart ache, squeezing her hands in reassurance. “I wouldn’t miss a date with you for anything.” Both of your faces immediately turn red like the roses on the table, and both your bodies tense up. 

Eventually, her posture relaxes as she takes a deep breath. Then, to your surprise, she laughs, and the mood lightens. “If it means you stop burying yourself in books, I’ll take you out as many times as you’d like. Consider it a gift, not many get to spend so much time with such superiority.” 

The two of you spend the rest of the evening talking and eating, drifting from one topic to the next, laughter filling the air. There was a sense of comfort between you, the kind that comes from sharing a meal and letting the conversation flow effortlessly. As you savored the food, time seemed to slow, allowing you both to relax and enjoy the moment. The world outside felt distant, and in that shared space, everything seemed just a little bit lighter. 

While walking back to the castle side by side to escape the cold, a growing sound caught your attention from above one of the side entrances. You looked up to see a familiar plant creeping from the bricks—mistletoe. Without thinking, you pull Cassandra in for a quick kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away as the kiss sparked a rush of excitement in both of you. It was a simple moment, yet everything felt electric, your hearts beating faster in unison as you pulled apart, eyes meeting with wide smiles and hearts full of joy.  

[ananxiousgenz]

hey op i hope this is okay but this inspired me to do a thing <3

i would like to dedicate this one to @percymawce-arts bc i love you so much and i felt like you deserved a gift from me <3

There are a lot of lessons to be learned about grief. It lingers in objects and actions and memories you would never expect it to find it hiding in. It’s brutally honest and vulnerable in a way few other emotions can be. It can poison passions and strangle relationships with a force stronger than the weight of the world. Grief can ruin someone’s life over and over and over again until they wonder how they’re even still going on. And here’s another fascinating thing about grief: people can never really escape it. They can run from it, hide from it, try to drown it in whiskey or work, but sooner or later it creeps in like a mist from the sea, cool and subtle until it blinds you from everything else in the present. 

Arthur Lester had learned all of those lessons the hard way.

After Faroe… After her loss, Arthur couldn’t play piano anymore. He’d wanted to. God, he’d wanted to sit down and play the grief away, just like he had when he was a child and he had lost his parents, letting the music wash away every ill feeling and painful memory. He had tried, too, sitting down after her funeral with one of his favorite compositions and hesitantly plucking out the opening notes. It was odd, but sitting down in front of those shiny black-and-ivory keys, hearing the phantom notes stringing their way through the air like brushstrokes on a canvas… it made bile rise in his throat like the thought of the bathwater rising, like the memory of her auburn curls spread across the surface of the water, like the tears he was constantly, desperately, barely keeping at bay. Every song, every string, every key reminded Arthur of her, in some small, sparkling way. 

Other men might have seen it as a way to keep a connection with her, despite her loss. Arthur only saw it as a source of more pain. One night, in a bourbon-fueled haze, he’d smashed the lovely grand piano in his house with an axe, and then spent hours sobbing into the splintered remains. He’d only cleaned it up a week later, when he had been sober enough to call Tess and ask for her help in disposing of its remains. That had been one of the stranger ways Arthur’s grief had made itself known. 

It had devastated him at first. Music had been Arthur’s entire life up to that point, and now even the thought of a piano made his stomach turn with a guilt that would have made a Catholic proud. He supposed it was for the best. After all, music had been what led to Bella- what led to Faroe- well. It had led to some fairly awful things for Arthur. Perhaps it was time he gave it up for good. Drinking alcohol was all he seemed to have time for in the day, anyway. 

The whiskey and bourbon and cognac slowly took a hold of his mind. The days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years, and Arthur was convinced he would be stuck there forever, drinking booze and trying to outrun the nightmares where he was, once again, just a little too late, just a little too distracted, just a little too selfish. 

He had all but accepted and settled into that idea when he finally met Parker Yang, who was, in Arthur’s humble opinion, one of the most gracious, patient, and funny men he had ever had the pleasure of meeting in his life. Arthur couldn’t recall the exact details of how they met. In a bar while he was violently drunk, if he had to guess. He remembered Parker saying he looked like he’d hit bedrock, and he hadn’t been wrong. He remembered a cocktail too, a Blood and Sand, the drink that became their staple whenever they wanted to celebrate after a case went well. None of that quite mattered, though. 

What was important was the fact that Parker saw something in Arthur that night that, in the depths of his self-pity, Arthur had lost touch with: his spark of life. 

And somehow, miraculously, he’d gotten Arthur to see it too.

Parker was a force to be reckoned with when he set his mind to something, and once he decided that Arthur Lester needed human connection, there was little Arthur could do to protest. He tried to avoid him, going to different bars and keeping different hours and even trying to leave town once, but Parker always reappeared, just as chipper and friendly and honest as the moment they met. He tried being mean, being nice, being anything that would get him to go away, but Parker never faltered for a second. Arthur slowly realized that he enjoyed Parker's presence in his life, and began to seek out his company. Parker, in return, offered Arthur a new job as his investigative partner. Slowly but surely, they forged an acquaintance, then a friendship, then something beyond that neither of them could label. 

It was Parker who managed to revive Arthur’s love of music. When he discovered that Arthur used to compose over a cup of tea one night in their office, his eyes had lit up like a twin set of fireflies, sparkling on a dusky summer's evening. It wasn't long before Arthur returned to the office to find a piano tucked up against a once-empty wall, a shiny red ribbon resting against the keys. 

Go on, play me something! Parker had said, a bright smile crowning his face. If we're going to be business partners, I might as well hear your music.

Arthur had hesitated, mumbled some excuse about being out of practice, but Parker insisted. After all, he had paid for the piano already. The least Arthur could do was use it every now and then. So, Arthur swallowed down his guilt and grief as best he could, and played a melody. It was short and improvised, nothing like the grand sonatas or upbeat songs he used to enjoy writing and composing, but it was enough for him to feel the familiar tidal pull of the music, washing over him in warm, comforting waves. Parker had been entirely too impressed with the outcome and Arthur entirely too displeased, but it was a start. 

It had taken time, far more time than Arthur would have ever liked to admit before he was willing to let music back into his life. Most of it happened at Parker’s urging. He seemed to have the strange idea that Arthur actually doing something with his days besides work and drinking would do him some good. But when Arthur finally found himself seeking out the piano after a long day of solving cases, when he finally found himself humming along to songs on the radio, when he finally found himself quietly singing new melodies and mentally filling in the harmonies… that was when Arthur knew he would be okay, in some small, insignificant way.

Arthur found himself thinking about Parker and music and grief on the road to New York. It was some small distraction from the ache in his gut and the worries of infection creeping around in the back of his skull. He wondered if he’d ever get to lay hands on a piano again. Arthur missed that feeling music brought him, he realized, that calm, soothing confidence that made him feel like he could conquer the world. 

Without meaning to, he’d begun to tap out an easy waltz rhythm with his index finger against the steering wheel. He’d always loved a good waltz, even when he was a boy. They always felt so regular and easy, flowing like even drips from a faucet. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two three-

Arthur? John’s smooth, deep voice broke through Arthur’s reverie.

Arthur stopped his tapping. “Hmm?”

What are you doing? John asked.

“Oh, the tapping, you mean?” John hummed in response. Arthur smiled a bit at John’s ever inquisitive nature, just like a child seeking as many answers about the world as they could get their hands on. “I was just thinking about music. A waltz, to be exact. If the tapping is distracting you from the road, I can stop.”

No, no, it’s fine. It’s just- John paused for a moment. Arthur could almost see the look of concentrated thought on John’s face as he tried to solve the puzzle of wording his thoughts correctly. You were humming too. You do things like that a lot when you’re thinking, I believe.

“Oh, do I? I suppose I never noticed.”

What were you thinking about?

Arthur blew out a long breath and shifted in his seat before deciding to answer. “I was thinking about Parker, in all honesty. I was thinking about how much he did for me after… well, after I lost her.”

…Faroe? John always said her name so cautiously, like he was handling a delicate piece of porcelain that might shatter at the slightest touch. In some strange way, Arthur appreciated that about him. John never presumed that he was allowed to interact with Arthur’s past pains, allowing Arthur to decide how much he felt like reliving them.

“Yes,” Arthur responded, a quiet melancholy beginning to seep into his heart at the mention of her name. “Parker helped me find myself again after she died. I’d lost touch with everything I cared about, including music. He brought it all back. I owed him my life for that.”

There was a pause, and the only sound in the air was the noise of the tires spinning across the pavement as the car continued to speed towards New York.

Arthur? John’s voice emerged from the quiet.

“Yes, John?”

You said that Parker brought music back into your life.

“Yes, I suppose he did.”

Can I ask a strange question? About music, I mean. John sounded so hesitant that Arthur almost wondered if John would lose courage before asking his question.

Arthur dipped his head in a small nod. “Of course you may.”

You were singing something before and I wanted to know: Could you… could I sing with you?

Arthur felt a bemused grin creep across his face as he processed what John was saying. “You… you want to sing with me? I didn’t even know you liked music, John.”

I- Forget it. I’m sorry I asked, John snapped, clearly embarrassed that he had even asked the question.

“No, no, John, it’s not a bad thing. I’m just… surprised, I suppose. I truly didn’t even know you were interested in music.”

I… John sighed deeply, and Arthur heard his wooden pinkie tap twice against the steering wheel. We haven’t had many opportunities to listen to music. But I’ve been thinking about the song you played the first time we met, and I realized that I liked it, even if I didn’t know it then. 

Arthur chuckled a bit at the memory. He’d been so scared, so afraid and alone, that when John had told him to play, he’d almost considered curling up into a ball on the floor and sobbing his eyes out instead. But when he had started playing that song, the lullabye he knew like the back of his hand, all of it had melted away. There had been nothing but the song, and even when he came back to himself and the hellish situation he was trapped in, nothing seemed quite as bad as it had before. The music had offered him such a wonderful escape. Maybe it could do the same for John.

We’ve been together for quite some time, and you always manage to make music sound so… so beautiful. I’ve heard you sing in your sleep, or the shower, and I’ve just been wondering what it’s like, is all, John continued. I want to be part of it.

“You don’t have to defend your request, John,” Arthur said. “We can sing together, if that’s what you’d like.”

I.. I would like that.

“Alright then. Let’s get started, shall we?”

Arthur smiled gently, and began to sing, following the same, easy one-two-three waltz he’d been following before. John was silent for a moment, listening to the song Arthur wove out of thin air, before hesitantly following along. 

Arthur was expecting a lot of things from John when it came to music, but the loveliness of John’s voice was certainly not one of them. It was low and warm and velvety, like a cup of smooth hot chocolate in the dead of winter, like a warm blanket on a chilly autumn day. John’s voice was unsure at first, off-key on some notes and off-timing on others, but the longer he followed Arthur’s lead, the more confident and strong it became, eventually evolving into harmonies that sent shivers down Arthur’s spine. The music they made together was beautiful and haunting like the echoing refrain of a church choir, like a million flowers blooming in tandem, like a meteor shower raining light across the sky.

When it finally came to a gentle stop, there were tears running down Arthur’s face. He couldn’t tell if they were his own or John’s. He sniffled for a moment before he felt John’s hand against his face, gently wiping away the tears.

“John, that was…”

That was…

Arthur laughed lightly through another sniffle. “I didn’t know you had a voice like that.”

I didn’t either. But that felt… good. Could we do it again? John sounded so eager and excited that Arthur couldn’t help the smile that all but split his face in two.

“Of course we can. Maybe I can even transcribe the melody we just sang and turn it into a composition, if you’d like that. We can call it… ‘John’s Waltz’.”

The car continued on, the future looming in the distance but the music still lingering in the air. Arthur could almost taste the notes as they labeled themselves in his head, sweeter than raspberry wine. When John finally spoke again, Arthur could hear the fondness flooding his voice.

I’d like that, Arthur. I’d like that very much.

Here's a thought I had. Arthur humming to himself absent-mindedly. John harmonizing. Both creating a beautiful few seconds of a little harmony that only they can hear. A shared moment between them and only ever them.

[assghost]

i am weird...

i was always told to go play outside, but i was afraid bc i hated loud sounds. so when my sisters got new phones i asked my mom for one, so i could play and text her if something bad happens.

i was 8 then.

i didnt call my mom for 6 years bc i hated the sound. i only texted her. i was the silent youngest child that got everything i wanted but i never wanted too much. and while my sisters stole some money from mom, i asked her whenever i needed some to a point that she put a jar with money for me to take whenever i needed, but even then big numbers scared me.

i was 12 then...

and now i see children... 4 years old... with a phone, a tablet and still wanting more. 8 year olds never letting go of their phones and walking from the bus to school with their noses in their phones, phones cracked as hell...

...and i have only broken my phone once...

My sisters had broken their phones many times, but i only broke it from a small fall...

my sisters are 8 years older than me, they finished school when i had just started, they tought me math before everyone so it would be easy...

why arent other kids like me... why are they so loud and annoying, why cant they just enjoy the sun and the quiet breeze... it hurts...

My ears and head hurts.

So i play the guitar my sister taught me and sing songs from many languages that i learnt from the internet thinking that would help me feel better and find how i should feel. But it only made me lost... so i went to art school, finished it and went a few extra years just to learn watercolors and try something else. But did it help?

I always talk too quiet, nobody hears me fully... if i speak im misunderstood, ignored or just not noticed... so i try to have good grades, go to contests to show something... but i still don't know how to learn... Maybe someone might hear this plea...

Everything rises, sounds all rise, pain rises, prices rise, temperature differences rise... and i feel cold so i lie down... my numbers are doing great, but everything else is too difficult to understand... i feel blind... my mind is only of shadows and midnight darkness, i can't see without my glass... es... so i let time go, let others choose what to do, because i can't see any options without you showing them to me...

Im an useless child... why am i different...

My sister had a baby, never let him get out of her sight, never left him with our mom for longer that 15 seconds. All guests were told to wash their hands as soon as they came in to their house, so the house could be kept clean. All walls white, cabinets white. Clothes of the parents were dark, bed and sofa were dark, the child was kept light.

My sister sent her 2 year old to kindergarden... she always kept his away from screens, bright lights and such so he would not be overstimulated. He only gets music from phones and toys... his parent never sing or hum to him... his father acts more like a child than him and his mother always hides under her impression of the father... the child doesn't like to be alone...

Oh what will become of him...

my mom sung to me whenever she hugged me and i loved going to her every single day just to hug her and hear her voice...

my oldest sister ran away from home a few times before i was born...

the other sister liked sleeping over at her friends so mom drove her all those 34 kilometers to her friend whenever she asked...

i always hated the thought of sleepovers because whenever sisters brought their friends to our house it was very loud... i feared i wouldn't know how to act in a friends house...

why am i different...

[hearttoshu]

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[dottore-appreciation-club]

Taking bath with Dottore and washing each other's hair and then cuddling in comfy bath robes. Yeah, I'm soft.

Help me this was such a cute request I can't 😭

it took me far too long to get back into it, but I'm finally back <33

And I hope this satisfies your somft Dottore cravings, enjoy <33

𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒘/ 𝑫𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

| fluff ☁︎ |

| no warnings , except for

maybe an ooc dottore|

⊱─── {⋅. 💊 .⋅} ───⊰

Now first off, planning the bath.

He probably only thinks about it on slow days or after one or both of you were away for a long time on some sort of mission (those ones are usually the softest times 🏃), or maybe he plans it as some sort of reward for you. Honestly depends on his mood, because this man never takes day offs.

He'd run the bath himself,

Arranging candles, scented or not, it really depends on what you prefer, making sure the water temperature is just right, picking out the soaps and shampoos, preparing the robes and towels for when you're done, setting the mood- it's all extra, yes, but he makes sure it's perfect. Every little thing is planned carefully to ensure the experience is relaxing for the both of you (Celestia knows just how exhausting it is to work for the Fatui- and he's a Harbinger, no less- man's needs some breaks too). Such a task can't be entrusted to anyone else but him.

Getting you to join him / how the bath goes in general;

Now this is the easiest part usually. At first the premise was embarrassing, definitely nerve wracking with just how intimate it was, but after some time of getting him accustomed to it he found that he really enjoys it. Definitely calms his very stressed self down– the warm water against your skins, you pressed up against him as he holds you close, the soothing scent of the candles if you're into that, and depending on what kind of tech they do and dont have (which they most likely do because... Hello??? Tech genius Dottore here???), soft music playing from some kind of radio he built for you as a gift. Half the bath wouldn't even be a bath it's just cuddling with extra steps 💀. But, although the comforting silence is nice, his favorite part is when you get to wash each other's hairs. He can't decide if he likes being on the giving or receiving end of it more- both are comforting. On one hand, when you wash his hair, the feel of your fingers scratching lightly against his scalp as you lather the shampoo would admittedly just make every single worry he has poof in that moment. No thoughts just,, soft. He's so touch starved god help. But on the other, once he gets to wash your hair he's uncharacteristically gentle- surgeon level gentle- and he definitely ends up getting distracted by playing with your hair. Again, it calms him.

After the bath,

All good things unfortunately must come to an end. That, and as comfortable as you both are, you don't want to end up looking like human raisins so you have to get out eventually. That doesn't mean the affection stops there though oh no no– he'll help dry you off if need be (it's really all just an excuse to keep touching you bc after all this he's really craving the intimacy, the touch starved fuck, but ykw it's valid he deserves it), and if you're the type to blowdry your hair after the shower for whatever reason, he'll help with that too. Once you're both in your robes he's immediately rushing to bed , hell sometimes he'll just go "fuck it" and carry you there himself.

(Yes, the bed is also made. Yes, he planned that too)

Yk how warm and cozy fluffy sheets n stuff are when they're fresh out the dryer? Yeah. That's what's set up. Best shit ever as he lays you down next to him and hold you while you both drift off to sleep- or sometimes he'll have you lay on him and vice versa. Not that he'll actually lay on you, assuming you're shorter than him (if you're not then he might😍), but he will rest his head on your chest just to feel your heartbeat as his own races and pounds against his chest. Being around you for so long, he's been conditioned to such closeness by now but there's no getting rid of that soft n fuzzy feeling whenever he's with you.

— CEO of the Dottore Appreciation Club

[kesouu]

hello hello! can i request baji, mikey, and chifuyu and headcanons about how they'd pamper you in their own ways?like how they'll spoil, they'll take care of you, ect. pure fluff please, i cant take ur angst

Hey anon! Im genuinely sorry for the angst....jk im keeping the angst coming <333

Credits to my friend @miss-lovesick for helping me with mikey and a part of baji bc my mind went as blank as my future for them (partially)

How Baji, Mikey and Chifuyu pamper their s/o

Baji Keisuke

•Baji helps you with chores whether it would be washing the dishes or cleaning the table he helps out (just not cooking tho please dont make him cook)

•Baji likes carrying you whether bridal style, on his back or shoulders or generally picking you up he does it so randomly too

•Baji would wash your hair for you when you two take a bath together

•Baji would gladly agree to be your personal heater in the winter season

•Whenever baji would buy peyoung soba he would always get packs of your favorite candy too because he loves how happy you are when you eat them

• Baji lets you braid his hair he would let you put all sorts of hairclips on his hair

• he lets you know his secret hair routine this is why ya'lls hair is so soft and silky

• you two have random times where your favorite song plays and you two start singing screaming the lyrics and you two just continue until either you get a noise complaint from the neighbors or both of you loose your voice

• ya'll would buy those temporary hair dyes that come out after a few days and dye your hair in the most random colors because you two just can

Sano Manjiro

• I generally thought that mikey would give snack privileges to you only

• like man not even draken can eat his doriyaki but you can tho <3

• Mikey helps you with your night routine if your too sleepy to

• Mikey applies your face cream on you for fun when ur doing your skincare routine

• Mikey would and WILL put a little smiley face on your cheek using moisturizer

• Mikey always gives your cheek a lil squeeze before applying the cream

• he's even tying your hair in a ponytail/bun to get the hairs out of your face

• he gently pushes the baby hairs on your hair line away so he can apply the cream and so that it doesnt get in the hair

• there's always a kiss on the tip of ur nose when it comes to mikey

• Mikey showers your face with kisses

• Mikey always makes sure to walk you home and makes sure your inside your house before going home himself

• buys you mountains of snacks when your sad

• when you feel sleepy on the walk home from a date or school he would give you a piggy back ride back to your house

• would gladly spend twice as much on food than he did when he didnt have you

Matsuno Chifuyu

• When chifuyu takes you out to eat he always insists on paying for you two

• Chifuyu gives you so many hugs but back hugs are his favorite bc he can rest his head on your shoulder and let you do what you need to do

• Always holds your hand when you two are outside so you can feel safe

• Walks on the side near the road when walking with you on a sidewalk

• Half of the time your dates are inspired by stuff he reads in his mangas

• Chifuyu would give you a massage if he sees you relatively tired that day

• Chifuyu would save up money he gets from his part time job at the pet shop to buy you that one thing you've been eyeing for such a long time

• He cooks for you like if he gets up earlier than you you can smell him cooking breakfast

• Chifuyu kisses you awake on days where you two dont have anything planned

• Often shares his head sets with you and you two listen to your favorite playlist

• Dances with you at random times like you could be laying on the couch with music playing in the background and that one specific song plays and he pulls you up so you two could dance to that song

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[feralaot]

random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

[awindylife-writes]

Voyage of the Damned Part 2

Relationships: the Doctor x reader, Astrid x reader (platonic), Astrid x Doctor (platonic)

Summary: Voyage of the Damned rewrite. The Doctor and you find yourselves on the Titanic, space edition. You meet Astrid and get ready for a wonderful day, but then a meteor shower hits the ship and it starts falling towards Earth.

Author's notes: There was a number of things l didn't like about this Christmas special so again, l rewrote it.

Warnings: a ship crashes, multiple mentions of dearth bc a lot of people die

"Oi, Steward! I'm telling you, the shields are down!" a new man yelled.

"LISTEN TO HIM! LISTEN TO HIM!" the Doctor desparately screamed in the Steward's face. The two crewmen let him go and you didn't know it, but it was too late.

A moment later the ship started rocking like it was being torn apart, because it was. You lost your footing and fell back as everything turned sideways.

"Y/N!!!!" you heard the Doctor's terrified scream through the noise of the ship's destruction and the cries of other passengers. You couldn't even get a good look at where he was before something in the walls exploded and you threw yourself away.

You found Astrid near you and thank god for that. "I've got you!" you yelled over the noise and gripped her tight as you tried to shield her from the hell around you.

Then there were arms around you too, holding you up and protecting you. You knew those arms.

The Doctor had found you and the three of you clung to each other in that madness. You could feel each shudder of the ship like a wave of an earthquake. You tried to keep yourself steady and upright but you were the snow in a snowglobe someone was shaking. Balance was a mith and everything was being ripped apart. Various pieces of equipment were falling on all sides, there was fire burning all around you; you could feel its heat on your skin and you breathed its smoke. You felt sick from being thrown around but you were too terrified to hurl.

You couldn't close your eyes even though you wanted to. Everything in you was screaming to watch out for danger, but there was so much of it around you you didn't know where to look. You stared at disaster over Astrid's shoulder and the Doctor's arm. Shadow and light mixed into a disorienting mess and the shades the fire threw joined the dance. You coudn't distinguish what was near and what was far but you still looked.

The only thing you could do was clutch Astrid and the Doctor with all the strength you possessed and wish they wouldn't be harmed.

Finally you were thrown to the side in one last bang and then it stopped. You were lying on the floor and partly on the Doctor. He was on his back, still holding you and Astrid.

After a breath he let go, then stood up and swiftly looked around. You sat up, thankful you were still in one piece. You let go of Astrid enough to check her over and relief washed over you when you found out she was unharmed. You were about to yell if everyone was okay but the Doctor sushed you. After a moment of absolute silence he quetly declared, "It's stopping."

He then looked down at you in worry and offered you a hand. "You alright?"

As you quietly nodded, he looked over at your friend. "Astrid?"

She nodded too and took the hand he'd offered her. He pulled both of you to your feet.

"Bad name for a ship," he told you, scowling. "Either that, or this suit is really unlucky."

"We'll get you a new one and then we'll test that theory," you smiled weakly at him.

He looked at you, grateful, and then you heard Astrid suck in a breath.

The three of you looked down at the unlucky officer who was on the ground close to you. The Doctor kneeled to check him over. You saw him shake his head at the Steward and your stomack turned to stone.

~

The Steward was dead now too. You looked out the door with the Doctor, at the wreckage and the distant Earth. Still beautiful, you thought to yourself. You were a bit dazed, nothing felt real and everything was too real at the same time.

You knew you never wanted to feel so powerless again, but you also knew that drive was in you still. You would help where you could.

You gathered yourself and asked, "What happened?"

"How come the shields were down?" Astrid demanded a second later. You jumped, you hadn't noticed her there. She smiled gently at you, blue eyes kind, and caressed your shoulder. You managed a small, grateful smile in return.

"I don't think it was an accident," the Doctor growled. You figured that.

"How many dead?" Astrid and you asked in one voice, both looking at the Steward's body out in space. She was indignant though, while you were simply sad.

"We're alive," the Doctor answered her and then looked at you. "Focus on that," he told you gently. He knew what people being hurt did to you.

"I'll get you out of here," his voice was soft but firm. Then he turned to Astrid and you followed his eyes. She was trembling, still looking out at the result of the hell you all had endured. You took her hand into yours and squeezed it.

"I will get you both out of here," the Doctor assured her. "Astrid, l promise. Look at me." He held her shoulders and when she found his eyes, he assured her again, "I promise."

You were glad, because when the Doctor promised something, it happened. You needed her to live. Even if she'd want nothing to do with you after this, you needed her to live. Even if she had been anyone else, you would have done your damnest to ensure she survived, but Astrid was extraordinary. To think about the universe without her?

No. No.

After she nodded shakily, he concluded, "Good," and turned around. He went on about reception but you tuned him out. Instead, you looked Astrid in the eye and then pulled her closer. She gratefully accepted the hug.

"You heard what the Doctor said and l'll say it too. I promise we'll get you out of here." You squeezed her shoulder in emphasis.

She breathed deeply and slowly let go. Then she smiled and her bright eyes crincled. "Thank you," she told you gratefully. You nodded and swung your still joined hands.

"You know, l met you about two hours ago, but now l think l've known you for years," she said in wonder.

"Yeah?" you asked her and she nodded, still smiling. "I feel that way too," you told her, giddy in this moment. You both grinned at each other.

"Oh," the Doctor's sad voice cut through.

You whirled around. "What is it what's wrong?"

"That's the TARDIS over there," he told you and you desparately searched for the blue box with your eyes. He was right, it was spinning in zero gravity, so close but still out of your reach.

"What is that?" Astrid asked in confusion.

"It's our ship," you told her, throat tight. "It's our home."

"And it's programmed to lock onto the nearest centre of gravity, and that would be the Earth."

~

You took care of the other passengers with Astrid as the Doctor talked to the bridge. You overheard enough to know the picture.

"Are we going to die?" Foon asked and everything started going downhill.

The Doctor sushed the frightened passengers. "First things first," he began in a determined voice. "One, we're gonna climb through this ship. B, no, two, we're gonna reach the bridge. Three, or c, we're gonna save the Titanic. And, coming in a very low four, or d, or that little iv in brackets they use in footnotes, follow me."

Good, that was good, you thought to yourself. Always good to establish a goal.

"Hang on a minute." The fricking billionare decided to show he's an ass. "Who put you in charge?" he demanded. "And who the hell are you anyway."

"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord." Sparks flew behind him and he was suddenly bigger than everyone in the hall.

"I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Casterbourus." You were grinning like mad. You could almost hear magestic music playing.

"I'm nine hundred and three years old, and l'm the man who's gonna save your lives and all six billion people on the planet below. And she's gonna help," he interjected, looking at you. "Have you got a problem with that?" he asked the billionare.

"No," the man admitted, baffled.

The Doctor turned to you. "In that case..."

"Allons-y," you said for him with a smile and started walking. You turned back, grinning at the group as the Doctor fell into step with you. You found Astrid with your eyes and nodded your head for her to join you.

~

"This whole thing could come crashing down any minute!" the billionare whined as he helped you clear the staircase of debris.

"Oh, Brixton, did you get that message?" you asked him sweetly.

He frowned in confusion. "No, what message?"

"Shut up," you told him, not covering up your annoyance.

Then you heard from above, "Bannacafalata, made it!"

You climbed up behind Astrid. You weren't about to leave her alone on this bloody ship.

~

Foon's screams echoed in the chasm. Death, death, all around you death, whywhywhywhy WHY?!?!

~

"Alright, when it's ready, that blue light comes on there," the Doctor pointed at the spot on the battery Bannacafalata had given you. Another person you hadn't been able to save.

Astrid frowned. "You're talking as if you two aren't coming with us."

"There's something down on deck thirty-one," you told her, "and we're gonna find out what it is."

"But what if you meet a Host?" She was worried about you and the thought melted your heart.

"Well, then we'll just..." The Doctor wiggled his eyebrows at you, smiling, "have some fun."

"Sounds like you two do this kinda thing all the time," Astrid added nonchalantly.

"Not by choice," you assured her, voice soft.

"Yeah, all we do is travel," the Doctor pitched in.

"Imagine it," you told her, suddenly wishing with all your heart you were out there, with her in the stars. "No stakes, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky." The wonder you felt when you thought about all you've seen seeped into your voice. There was all that space out there, so much room to wonder, so many skies to see.

"I'm sort of, uh, unemployed? Um, now," she answered as you looked at her expectantly. "I was thinking that blue box is, kinda small," she raised her eyebrows, "but l could... squeeze in? Like a stowaway!" Her eyes were so full of hope and your heart was bursting.

"It's not always safe," the Doctor's voice cut through the feeling. And you remembered. You remembered Foon and Morvin and Bannacafalata. How could you have forgotten???

"So you two need someone to take care of you," she protested. "I've got no one back on Stoe, no family. Just... me." She looked at you, blue eyes pleading. "So what do you think? Can l come with you?"

The Doctor smiled and looked at you. You were already grinning and nodding at Astrid, so incredibly happy. It was decided. "Yeah, we'd like that," the Doctor answered while you nodded on enthusiastically.

Her lips stretched into a wide grin and you pulled her close. You hugged her tightly, with a bright future ahead of you.

And then all three of you fell to the ground as the room shook.

~

"All charged up!" the Doctor yelled as the blue light came on. You all hurried back to the two waiting men. "Mister Copper, look after her; Astrid, look after him." He pointed at them. "Brixton, um..." he trailed off at a loss for words. "Look after yourself," he finally finished.

"We'll see you again," you reassured Astrid. "I promise." You steadily held her gaze so she knew you meant it.

And then you were off, running to the door on the other side of the hall.

"Hold on!" she called after you. "There's an old tradition on Stoe!"

"We've really got to go," the Doctor told her and you swatted his arm.

"Just wait a minute!" she yelled as she ran up to you.

She stopped in front of you, cradled your face and deftly kissed your cheek. "You'll get the other when you come back," she told you, smiling, then turned to the Doctor and did the same.

"See you later!" she called after you when you turned to leave.

"Not if l see you first!" you told her over your shoulder, a huge grin splitting your face.

"What she said," the Doctor joined in.

After seeing Astrid smile in turn, you were gone.

[krreader]

diamond maknae | realizations.

pairing: min yoongi x diamond maknae!reader fandom: bts warnings: 8th member of bts!reader ; maknae!reader ; sex ; language  genre: smut ; fluff ; angst word count: 1.8k+

summary: this was bound to happen eventually, but now that it did... how will you two handle the aftermath?

a/n: asdfghjkl goodbye, I love them, that’s all I can say (also, so glad you sent that request in yesterday, bc this story was almost finished lol)

Whenever you had a show, you were usually focused to the core. Your thoughts consisted of nothing but lyrics, dance moves and facial expressions. But today simply wasn't one of those days.

You stood in a hallway, your eyes staring ahead of you and your brain barely even realizing that there were other idols – some of those your friends – passing by and greeting you.

Whatever you were thinking about had you transported into a different world altogether.

“Hey,” Jimin's hand on your shoulder finally made you snap out of it, shaking your head a little and then looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Huh?”

“Aren't you feeling well? You seem.. off.”

That's because you were. But this wasn't something that he could help you with, much less was it something that you wanted to share with him. So you just faked a smile and nodded.

“Yeah. Just tired, I guess.”

It was a good excuse. After all, you had to get up at 3AM this morning and you went to bed extremely late. So good of an excuse that Jimin accepted it with a nod and turned his attention back to Namjoon.

All of your band members listened to what the leader had to say except for you and.. well.

“Let's talk after this,” you heard him whisper, feeling his hot breath against your ear.

Yeah, there he was. The reason why you were acting so weird today. Min Yoongi.

That hot breath against your neck only awoke memories of last night that you weren't sure if you wanted to forget or brand them into your mind, so you'd never lose them.

How could this have even happened?

You closed your eyes for a moment and it all came flooding back like you were back where you were last night.

“Oh, you're home early,” you grinned happily when you saw Yoongi walk into the living room.

All of the others were out, either working on something in regards to the performance on the show or to enjoy a late night meal with their idol friends.

When it came down to music shows, you always liked to take it slow the night before, knowing that you'd have to get up extremely early. You wanted to rest as much as possible, hence, you always staying back when everyone else went out.

Yoongi was usually one of those who worked through the night, but not this time, apparently.

“Taehyung texted and said that everyone left. Didn't want you to be on your own,” he placed a bag of takeaway on the coffee table in front of you.

“You know it doesn't bother me.”

But when you opened the bag and saw that he brought food from your favorite restaurant, you got so excited that Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle. Good decision to come here after all.

It wasn't the conversation you had that was an indicator for what was about to happen next. You didn’t even flirt casually like you normally did. Neither of you had anything to drink, so that wasn't the reason either. You really didn't know what it was, in hindsight.

But one moment you were having a friendly conversation and then the next you were reaching out to wipe some sauce from his lower lip with your thumb and BOOM.

Yoongi was surprised, but let you do it. His eyes dropped to your lips and with you being so close it was easy for him to simply grab your hand and pull you towards him to close the distance.

It was a bold move that he easily could have regretted, but the sexual tension that has built between you two had only grown these past weeks and so he had decided to finally act on it.

His intuition hadn't been wrong, because instead of pulling back and slapping him - which would have been your good right -, you were actually the one who quickly settled on his lap and turned the kiss into one that was a lot more heated than what he has had in mind.

Both of you had thoughts of: 'But is this right? Should we be doing this' cross your mind, but the more his hands wandered and the harder his dick grew in his pants, the less you both cared.

Still, this was extremely random and unplanned and maybe that's why it worked. If you had put too much thought into it, who knows if you would have gone through with it, the moral questions probably would have made you not act on your feelings.

But now... now that question was out of the window as Yoongi's hands interlinked under your ass and he got up, carrying you into his bedroom.

As excited as he was for what was about to happen, he'd rather not have the others see this. Because despite being so far gone and into it in that moment, he knew that this was scandalous and would turn messy if anyone found out about it.

He shut the door closed with his foot as soon as he was inside his room, then gently laid you down on his bed and began to kiss your neck.

Yoongi was usually a fan of exploring what his partner liked, but the need to be inside you was so much greater. And thankfully, that was a mutual feeling.

When he pushed up your sweatshirt and wanted to kiss your breasts, you pulled on his hair and made him look at you.

“Forget foreplay.”

That only got him harder as he let out a dark chuckle. He shoved his hand in your sweatpants, straight under your panties to feel how wet you were and boy, oh boy, “Were you looking forward to this, princess?”

“Just shut up already,” you pulled on his shirt and waited for him to take it off and while he did, you took off your own clothes.

One item after the other found its way to the floor, until there was one pile of both of your clothes and you were both completely naked.

Looking back at this, you felt a little dirty at how eager you were in that moment. Had these feelings been hiding inside you all this time? Because when you felt Yoongi's dick at your entrance, you felt yourself dripping, that's how much you wanted him.

His penis slipped inside you so easily that both of you let out a loud and surprised moan.

“What the fuck,” Yoongi moaned out, his hands fisting in the bed sheets beneath him, “Shit, you're so fucking wet, (Y/N).”

If he had known just how good you felt, he would have acted on this sexual tension long before today. Even just slipping inside you once made him regret ever having sex with other people. Because this right there? This was the best feeling he's ever had when it came down to sex.

And once again, it was mutual.

You arched your back and whined, “Please.. fuck me.”

It wasn't romantic and it unfortunately wasn't long either.

You felt so good that Yoongi couldn't hold out long and you were gone the moment he got on his knees to fuck you from a different angle and rubbed hard circles over your clit to make you orgasm with him.

You moaned out your lungs and despite Yoongi usually holding back on the moans, he couldn't this time. He nearly screamed when he filled you with his seed and it was only when it was all spilled inside you that he realized what he had just done.

His wide eyes made you chuckle and pat his naked and sweaty chest.

“I'm on the pill.”

Dodged a bullet right there.

It wasn't uncomfortable that night, but it wasn't something that you talked about either.

You grabbed your clothes and washed up, Yoongi doing the same in the other bathroom. But instead of talking about what just happened, you went into your bedroom and he back into his.

And it was only now, hours later, that you realized what had happened, and the consequences of it.

Yoongi's promise of talking about it afterwards made you nod and try to gather your professionalism.

You couldn't let anyone see that you were so troubled. You just had to make it through this performance and then, when you were back home, you and Yoongi could talk.

And that worked rather well, thankfully. The moment you set foot on stage, you only thought about performing well for your fans. The only time of the day where you got a break from thinking about last night.

But the second you stepped off the stage and the adrenaline wore off, it was over again.

Yoongi didn't let you wait long, though. Not even ten minutes after you had gotten out of the shower and walked into your bedroom, he walked in with two cups of tea.

“You usually only do this when I don't feel good.. bring me tea, I mean,” you said with a small smile.

“You look like you could use something to calm you down,” he handed it to you, then sat down next to you. You weren't sure if it was troubling Yoongi as much as you, or if he was just hiding it better. Right now, he was staring at you as you were drinking the hot beverage and smiling when you let out a happy sigh, “Better?”

“You always manage to make me feel good..- I mean..-” your eyes immediately widened, realizing that this could also be understood in regards to yesterday, but Yoongi quickly laughed it off as he shook his head, “God, why am I acting like this..”

He didn't respond right away, seemed to think about his words first, before he carefully asked: “I'm going to ask you a question now. Don't think about it too much, just answer, okay?” you nodded, then he added: “Do you regret it?”

“No,” you said right away, surprising yourself with that answer. Good thing you didn't think about it, otherwise your bad conscious would have made you say yes.

The answer made Yoongi happy, though. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, “Glad to hear it.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” he put his cup of tea on your nightstand then looked back into your eyes, “Because I don't regret it either. The only thing I regret is that it didn't last any longer.”

That made you snort and gently hit his shoulder, “Stop that.”

He was glad that you seemed more at ease now. He waited for you to drink another sip of the tea, then he added: “I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable, (Y/N). Whatever happens now will be up to you.”

You were so thankful that he was letting you make that decision.

Right now, there was only one question that kept coming up in your head that you needed to know the answer of in order to decide: “Was this just... us acting on the sexual tension?”

“I can't speak for you,” Yoongi brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “But it wasn't for me.”

You unconsciously began to smile and lean into his touch.

"Glad to hear it,” you said in his own words from before.

[feelin-woozy]

"You really think you are so much better than me" +bo or lester Sinclair please?

Btw i really enjoy your writing it is amazing

-🌺

argument sentence starters | Under the cut bc it got longer than I originally intended!

You lay in bed, a thin white sheet caught between your legs as you stared up at the ceiling. Your eyes roll over the knots in the wood, counting them as you would count sheep. It was the only thing keeping you grounded, saving you from replaying every detail from the day through the distorted lens that was memory recall. Every word you said suddenly was ulterior; every look you gave Lester was a double edged sword. Yet no matter how much you looked, you couldn’t place a moment that may have set Lester off, to have his smile forced and his eyes distant. Each clipped response he gave you made your stomach do flips, and the result was you excusing yourself to bed far earlier than you usually would.

Tension washes over your body for a brief moment as you hear the floorboards creak outside the bedroom door. You close your eyes in anticipation for the door to swing open. You make a conscious effort to level your breathing to slow, easy breaths to create an illusion of sleep. It was easier to sit and ferment within the dangerous spiral of your mind than to let the concern flow off your tongue. A part of you is afraid that you might not like what you hear.

Though Lester doesn’t offer you much of a choice as he settles into the bed.

“You really think you are so much better than me.” Lester mutters tiredly. A part of you breaks as those words leave his lips; it takes all your will not to argue vehemently against him. Instead, you remain rigid, letting your limbs sink into the mattress as your mind spirals with the force of a typhoon. “I know you’re awake.”

A soft sigh leaves your lips as they curve into a gentle frown, eyes fluttering open once more. You turn your head to stare at the man. He still has that distant look on his face that sometimes sunk its claws into him and refused to let go. Typically, it wouldn’t last this long. His bouts of moodiness and detachment were not nearly as volatile as Bo’s were. They left you unsettled all the same, though, but this time, in particular, you couldn’t help but fixate on it.

“Les, where is this coming from?” You shift onto your side, bringing a hand up to run your fingers along his forearm. He flinches away from your touch, so you drawback and let your arm fall between your bodies.

“See it whenever we go into town,” He says, turning so that he is lying on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling. You wonder if he counts the knots as you do. “Know I can’t give ya the city life like that, always looking like you want to run back into it. Like you’re better than what I can give you.”

Your frown deepens as you listen to him confess the thoughts that have plagued his mind through the day. You’re not entirely sure where he had gotten such a notion; you were more than happy here in the cabin with him. But you know that despite your best efforts at convincing him, insecurities crept along him like shadows, clinging to his form and refusing to let go.

“I don’t want that Les,” He turns his head to look at you with bated breath as if he can’t entirely take you at your word despite how he yearns to. “I want you.”

“Then why do you always get that look in your eyes? Like you’d rather be there than with me?” Lester’s words are challenging, and he stares at you with narrowed eyes though you smile in the face of his animosity. It makes the negativity that overtakes his features falter. But, even if it had just been for a moment, you counted it as a win.

“Sometimes I miss the city but only for a moment,” You shrug awkwardly, watching as his lips pressed thin. “I’m happy with you, here in our cabin with Jonsey.”

“Do you want to move to the city?” Lester’s voice dips into something closer to a whisper. You know from the way his brows pinch together that he’s dreading your answer, but a morbid curiosity propels him forward.

“With you? Or leave you?”

“Either? Both.”

“No.” You don’t hesitate, and you can feel him visibly relax at that. So, you take this as a chance to press yourself to his side, head resting against his bare chest and tracing patterns through the fine hairs that cover the expanse of skin. “I don’t want to be in the city with or without you for more than a trip. Wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

“Promise?” There’s a certain giddiness to his words, something so unique to Lester that both his brothers lack. You smile and press a kiss to his chest as he snakes an arm around your waist. He holds you close to him, and you don’t bother trying to peel yourself away. Instead, you allow affections to flow freely as you nuzzle and pepper kisses along him.

“S’long as you don’t start actin’ like Bo.” You tease softly, pushing yourself up only to loom over his face. You smile down at him, and he returns the smile. The doubts and fears have cleared from his face. That tired smile that pulls at his lips making you melt as opposed to fretting over him.

Lester laughs at your comment, the sound like music to your ears. His hand stroked along your spine absently before he shots you a lazy grin. “Fair enough.”

[stellaestra]

how would stray kids interact with mc in high school if they ever met? // high school au headcanons [stray kids/reader]

pairing: skz hyung line + mc [reader]

description: who would mc interact with in high school if they ever met? what kind of interactions would they have? // bulletpoints headcanons + small snippets

genre: platonic, high school au, friendship, humour, hurt/comfort

author’s note: this could be a stand alone or not, the mc is the same bodyguard/intern au!mc...it's just a "what ifs" kinda thing, fellas

p.s. some of the scenarios are based off real life events that happened to me in high school but i overly exaggerated some of them for the shit and giggles,, tell me which event actually happened to me in the askbox lmao I'm curious

pls I'm funny i swear

cw: minor swearing, just teenagers being teenagers, idiots, mention of blood (?) uhh mentions of violence (??)

unedited

// no beta read, we’ll die like men

---

bang chan

mc is a '00 liner,

she doesn't interact with her seniors pt.1

to interact with them; it would have to be a school event or a collab project between the seniors and the juniors

possibly would be approached first by chan during sports day or a school festival for something

he thought that she's a pretty decent track runner when he saw sprint during the sports day track event

after that incident, chan would greet her in the hallways or wherever if he ever comes across her

mc would always awkwardly greet him back

“hey! you’re that really fast track runner, you did great that day!” chan complimented her in the hallways. out loud.

mc prays to whoever above there that chan would stop talking so loud as she could feel her face burn when she felt eyes on her.

cue to her awkwardly smiling at him and nodding, “yep, that’s me, yes, alright, senior chan.”

chan finds her adorable ever since that first few encounters

he also found out that she hangs out with felix just as much as he does

(love rivals (for felix) arc when)

he doesn’t know who to be envious of

that mc gets to spend so much time with lix or

felix being able to spend so much time with her

the never-ending saga

(love rivals (for felix) arc turned into possible rivals to friends arc)

(okay, im joking)

their respective friends group made a running joke

about how chan and mc are love rivals for felix

(it eventually became theirs as well)

(it's funny)

once he made her go off-tangent about felix

she was really passionate about his freckles and smile

for a moment

he really did think that she has a crush on him

no surprises there tho

felix IS absolutely cute

(friends arc?? omg, all for felix, HA)

he really really finds her adorable

he could go on for days

esp her little habit of covering her mouth when she speaks

sweater paws bc he almost always sees her with a jacket on even if it was a hot day

it's like a second skin on her

he once asked her if she ever removes her jacket

“only when im on school ground or during school events like assembly, i’ll take it off, senior chan.”

“eh? don’t you feel warm underneath that during a hot day?”

“...i do remove it sometimes, i guess...but i like wearing it bc it’s comforting.”

one time chan saw her without her jacket and wears short-sleeves uniform, he really wanted to shower her in his affections n also it’s such a rare sight that he almost couldnt recognized her

“haha hey, you didn’t wore your jacket today!”

“they’re in the laundry and...today’s a hot day...unfortunately, haah.”

he once tried to ruffle her hair but found her dodging his hand so fast at breakneck speed

that he was kinda concerned

she told him that her hair hasn't been washed yet so it's dirty

but the thing is: she told him every time he tried to ruffle her hair

“you’re not letting me pat your head on purpose.”

“senior chan, i wouldn’t do such a thing.” he noticed the little teasing smile before it disappeared.

he wondered briefly if she has always been this playful and cheeky with others her age

chan is aware that she speaks formally towards him out of habit though so he lets it slide and let her take her time growing comfortable with him.

he knew she was lying but let's her be anyway

bc she's his cute little junior

---

lee minho

another case of mc's "no seniors juniors interaction"

minho’s very attractive so mc will definitely avoid him at all cost

plus, he looks intimidating to her so bye bye

to not step on any of her classmates' landmines that has the hots for him

drama isn't her thing, she already witness a handful and even got thrown into the fire as fuel before

no thank you she liked having her life in high school as peaceful as possible

mc would make her conversations with him very short n blunt

she's not gonna catch anyone's hands today, my dudes

really, she doesn’t

minho thinks of her like a small kitten that needs to be taken care of

bc of how she always scutters away from chan whenever he’s with him

if they ever interact

it would be when the juniors have the collab with their seniors

like a science fair, where the students have to come up with things to showcase

his class coincidentally collabs with her class for that particular event

he told chan about it and he have never seen chan pout and deflate like that

the only person he does that to is felix...if not, it’s jeongin.

chan sure adores this little junior other than felix huh…

then again, felix and mc does hangout a lot and so does jisung and her

so he took this chance as to know more abt her

coughs because jisung seems to be talking a lot about her coughs

(minho + mc love rivals (for jisung) arc pt. 2 when)

(mc really about to fight 2 seniors because she's stealing their respective juniors huh)

(the never-ending saga of love rivals)

he approached her inside that shared classroom for the collab event

she looked constipated when he approached her group of friends

even more so when he directly asked for name and whatnot

it kinda made him want to tease her even more now

he found out her name and what they were planning to do

heard her cursing under her breath

he decided to join their group on the whim

found out that mc is just a little shy whenever he approached her

her friends are somewhat protective of her

he got glared at by one of them once when he wanted to greet mc in the hallways

and mc kind of hid half of herself behind them

so whenever she’s on her own, he would try to approach her as slowly as possible

like. dealing with a cat and you’re a stranger trying to gain their trust

what he never will forget nor stop teasing her was about

her spinning on her heels to walk into the direction she was previously coming from

just to avoid him

he couldn't help but find it hilarious

he won her over when he brings the topic of cats wandering around their school campus

saw how her eyes lit up brightly

“the stray cats here are fun to play with, right?”

“yeah, me and friends decided to name a few of them too!”

he mentioned it to her because he saw her playing with the cats when she was waiting for someone or when she has time to play with them during recess

and the ramblings of a high schooler about cats commences

he wasn’t bothered about how much she talked

would nod along with what she says

because wow, shes really passionate about cats

that's a huge bonus for minho

and that was how minho adopted another kitten

whenever they weren’t busy with their own things, they would play with the cats together

playdate with cats <3

she would tell him that one particular grey cat was called

“this cat’s name is miss universe! they’re so cute, right?” she picked the cat up and cuddle with it, eyes sparkling with joy

“why did you guys name them that?”

“because why not?”

“fair enough point.”

and she laughs

he was glad that she stopped being so cautious around him if he was being honest

since the way chan was talking about her so affectionately made him really curious about her

casually mentions that jisung talks about her a lot

expected her to be bashful about it

but all she does was

“oh, cool, what did he say? I’m a weeb? Hah, he’s the same as I am” + "he should've said to it my face, senior minho, hmph"

so making her flustered backfired on him

poor minho

here’s your “you tried” star

mwah

so yeah, minho adopted a new cat (his little junior)

---

seo changbin

same case as the two above, unfortunately

if they do ever interact, it's short and pleasantries

mc does kinda find him intimidating to certain extent

she's not good with dealing with intimidating looking people

but when he smiles, her shoulders feel less tense when she interacts with him

thinks of him as a pretty cool senior

he made her listen to his rap once n she told him that he's so cool n that stuck with him for days

imagine a junior telling you that you're so cool with that starry-eyed expression

your ego would go off the rooftop

after that, changbin would make it out of his way to greet her in the hallways

RAP MUSIC BUDDIES???? POTENTIAL

pat her on the head occasionally

if she doesn't dodge like hell away from his hands

“why do you keep avoiding them”

“no, don’t pat me, you’re treating me like a cat”

“I’m not?” lies, ever since minho told him that she reminds him of a cat, he really thought about it more

“you have that same look minho gives me when he tries to pat me…hyung…”

“we’re really going to make you call us oppa one day, watch us”

“um, yeah, no.”

“let your cute senior pat your head!!”

“im gonna run away!”

he knows that the younger ones in their friend group do interact with her

esp felix and jisung

for innie’s circumstances, that’s different

she does comes to him every once in awhile to abuse her title of his cute little junior to get a chance to listen to a teaser of his raps or songs he composes

found out that she does like rap songs! a lot more than he thought

they became those friends who shares new songs they found out and share it with each other

even at ungodly hours like 2am in the morning

that would not stop them

“this song reminds me of you”

“hey hey hey listen to this, psst”

“This shit SLAPS, go listen or else im gonna fight you in the school hallway, coward”

he became smug about it and boast about his knowledge to 3racha

jisung complained that he thought she only listened to anime songs or soft indie songs because he saw her playlists before

changbin told them that she has other playlists that’s for more “intense and aggressive” songs

they were floored and the conversation starts like this,

“what do you mean she likes listening to yours and ours music and raps?”

“im not kidding, she does! she even showed me her playlists that were filled with rap, rock and metal songs!!”

“my little mc? likes those songs? are you sure you’re not dreaming?”

“it’s a public playlist, i even followed her playlists”

“If you’re wrong, hyung, im really gonna fight you on this! bc I KNOW her first”

“doesn’t mean that you know her BETTER”

lots of petty bickerings

chan and jisung has a big revelation about mc that day at school

(there goes mc’s little rep within their group of friends)

he did warned them to not tell her that he told them about it and

that they actually are aware of her music taste

or else

she tried to rap really fast one time, trying to rap like how he does

he had to witness her biting her tongue live

changbin would never think someone like her would have

such a vulgar language

every profanity he knows came out of her mouth

he quickly got her something to soothe her wounded tongue

after fretting over her though, he started teasing her

relentlessly

she threatened to sue him

"I'll sue you"

"with what money?"

"my 2 fucking dollars lunch money!"

"that's not enough to pay anything, not even your attorney!"

"fight me!"

he’s that older brother figure that mc would come to whenever she has no one to tell her woes to

their relationship turned out to have lots of playful banters and teasings

he gives very comforting hugs and pats

mc doesn’t want to admit it tho

well, until, changbin caught her snuggling into his hugs one fine day

“admit it, you like them, you like my hugs”

“okay, fine, i DO like them, they’re great hugs, don’t let it go to your head.”

“I KNEW IT”

“You’re so loud, shut up, hyung!”

“OH MY GOD, YOU FINALLY ADMIT TO IT, IM GONNA TELL THE WORLD-KSDFNKSDNF-”

"FUCK- I SAID, SHUSH"

rip in peace, changbin

he didn’t expect someone like her would have so much strength to smother his mouth with her hand and shut it

the more you know

curiousity killed the cat????

---

hwang hyunjin

avoidance at all cost (pt.2) despite being in the same year

why? exhibit a: he's considered very attractive in her year and that her classmates n batch mates have crushes on him

coughs one of the school princes coughs

their batch year prince

she's really gonna swerve away from him

interactions will be kept at a bare minimum

one time hyunjin n some others wanted to borrow a textbook from their class because they have forgotten theirs n he chose hers

she could feel cold sweat forming as she feels the death stare of some of her classmates

that gta [wasted] sfx whenever ur character dies

yeah that's mc

that was probably the last time she would even think about it

when he returned it back to her, he smiled at her, the really cute eye smile and she felt like she made the target on her back bigger lol

goodbye mc you've lived a good life

your friends will definitely will play never gonna give you up during your funeral (it's a promise)

jokes aside

hyunjin would probably noticed the panicked look in her eyes and wondered why

since his friends like felix and...jisung...and seungmin are like on good terms with her

he probably wondered about it a lot

borderlines on overthinking since both felix and jisung are particularly close to her

so she should know that he’s friends with them

ever since that encounter, it would come across his head whenever he saw her hanging out freely with felix or jisung or both of them

or when he come across her in the hallways

sometimes he wants to greet her but it feels like it would scare her away

esp when she looks ready to run into the opposite direction

if he ever made eye contact with her

so his plan to befriend mc has started

tried to join into the trio hangout; jisung, felix and mc

mc never did protest his presence like at all

but does occasionally look stiff when he's near her

eventually shes comfortable enough with him

but not enough to actually hang out with him alone though

that thought kind of made him feel envious towards the other boys

and a little left out

as a teenager, he has too many emotions to handle so

jisung and felilx caught the idea and told him to let her

take her time because she kinda. shy. (???)

that didn't stop him from mulling over it tho sometimes

one day he found her waiting at the bus stop

it was in the evening, she was still in her school uniform

he was kinda on an errand run too

kinda didn’t want to sit on the same bench as her

afraid that she might run away

she noticed him standing there eventually albeit very anxiously and kinda awkward

a casual greeting slipped past her lips which shocked hyunjin to his very core

he splutters back a reply

“on an errand run, errand boy?"

"huh?"

“uh, um, pretend that i didn’t say anything.”

“right, sure, but may i sit next to you, the bus seemed to be late and my legs are kinda tired.”

“oh, uh, yeah, sure, but you didn’t have to ask, y’know?”

“well, didn’t wanna scare you off…"

“it’s nothing personal, if that’s what you’re worried about,” + “it’s just. didn’t wanna step on a landmine and the girls in our batch seemed to adore you a lot and me being close to you might set off the wrong signal…?”

“that’s absurd, you’re...being unreasonable..i mean, its none of their business-!”

“i know, im sorry, my bad, it’s not your fault either, it’s not anyone’s fault, to be honest.”

for a moment, he found her reasoning to be petty and unreasonable until it finally clicks inside her head, from her point of view when he really thought it through.

“...no wait, im sorry, i think, i kinda get why when i really thought about it.”

“yeah, it’s no biggie, don’t worry, im sorry too, we’ll both get over it”

“...um, we’re friends, right?”

“...i suppose so, if you dont mind, dummy.”

a giddy smile crossed his face while mc struggles to not stare at him looking so cute like that as she coughs into her hand, avoiding eye-contact

pretty boys have too much power in their hands

and she’s one of their fallen victims towards their charms

this isn’t fair for her heart

so when the bus arrived

they sat beside each other on the bus

hyunjin did most of the chattering while mc listens

he was so glad he cleared smth up with her

if she allows it, he would definitely tried to hug her

until he remembers that one time changbin told him he almost got punch in the face by her

when he tried doing it the first time and startled her

yeah no not now

maybe sometime in the near future, a long-awaited hug would be great

(if he was honest tho, he really wanted to cry when she told him the truth)

(it felt like a heartache)

but it’s okay now though

they’re friends now (somewhat) and that’s all that matters

---

[masterlist]

[twink-appreciation-posts]

Innocence - Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: 

Agegap!femreader w post prison Reid One of the agents suggest the team go clubbing & Spencer was all like nahhhh man I’ma go home but reader isn’t all like “please Spencer, I want you to come so badly” w an innocent look on her face & he’s like fuck fine I’ll go idk if that makes sense lmaoooo

so uhhh you mentioned age gap and so i made that kinda intrical bc i LOVE a good age gap. anyway porn below!! 

“Are you really not coming?”

You heard Garcia’s voice walking down the hall towards you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just gonna head home for the night.”

You peeked around the corner and Garcia noticed, calling your name and frantically motioning for you to come over to her.

“Y/N, you’ll come to the club with us right?” She asked excitedly.

“Uh, yeah!” You smiled. You figured you deserved a nice night out. “Who all is coming?”

“Everyone.” Garcia turned to Spencer, glaring jokingly. “Except for our resident genius over here. He’s turned me down twice now.”

You raised a brow, turning to face Spencer, who was putting his hands up and shaking his head. “Clubs just aren’t my scene,” he explained. You pouted. You wanted Spencer to come. Not for any particular reason. Of course.

You considered for a moment and Garcia nudged you, asking for you to help her convince him.

“Spencer, you really should come,” you met his gaze, the height difference forcing you to look up quite a bit, and frowned. “I really want you to come.” You spoke softly, feigning innocence, utilizing your young age to your advantage. You looked so pure. How could he say no?

“I-I really don’t know…” you could tell your plan was working, he was already giving in.

“Please please please.” You continued over-dramatically. “Who’s gonna make sure I don’t drink too much and get home safe?”

He rolled his eyes, sighing. “I’m sure Morgan would be more than happy to do that, but if you really want me to go then fine.”

You and Garcia squealed with excitement, high fiving each other for your success. “Hell yeah!” I’ll see you tonight, then!” You grinned.

Spencer just shook his head in defeat. “See you tonight.”

When you arrived at the club you saw your co-workers huddled around a table. And fuck, you couldn’t help but notice how good Spencer looked. You were glad you convinced him to come. “Hey!” You said loudly ad you approached your friends.  

“There she is! I’m surprised they let you in, you must have a pretty convincing fake ID.” Morgan teased. You were of age, of course, but you were pretty young and you definitely looked it, and he never missed an opportunity to make a joke out of it.

“All I had to do was show them the identification.” You joked back. “Told them it was for a super secret FBI mission.”

You gave everyone a hug, leaving Spencer for last. “You look good,” you said sweetly as you wrapped your arms around him. He chuckled and you could feel it reverberate through his chest. “You too.”

As the night went on the group separated a bit, each person going off to flirt or dance with a stranger, except for you and Spencer. You had kept close to him and you weren’t even sure if it was intentional or not. You were seated at the bar together, exchanging casual conversation.

“This is our first time out of a group since you left,” You told him over the music at some point.

“Yeah? I didn’t realize you were keeping track,” he replied, leaning down a bit to hear you better.

“I missed you, you know,” you admitted, face turning a bit red. Had you drank enough to be telling him these things? No. It was normal. Everyone had missed him. He wouldn’t find that strange. “Thought about you a lot.”

He didn’t speak for a moment and you were scared you might’ve said something wrong. When you looked up at him you saw his jaw was tense. Was he upset? “I thought about you a lot, too.” He said eventually. “Sometimes I think I thought about you too much,”

You almost choked on your drink. “Oh, really?” You questioned. “What, um, what type of things did you think about?” Why were you doing this? What were you implying?

He coughed a bit, readjusting himself. “Things I definitely shouldn’t have thought about. Especially not about you.”

“Why is that?” You asked, using the same innocent voice you had used to convince him earlier.

“You’re my colleague. It’s unprofessional. And you’re… young. It’s fucked up.”

You nibbled your bottom lip, suppressing the surge of heat that was forming in your belly. “Does that mean that I shouldn’t have those types of thoughts about you, either? Am I doing something wrong?” You poked at his chest, the collar of his shirt, the buckle of his belt, fingers wandering absentmindedly.

“I suppose it’s not wrong as long as we don’t act on them.” He was watching your every move, trying to maintain composure. But he wouldn’t last for long, you knew, because you had already proved your abilities to work your magic on him.

“So, it’s not wrong that I would think about you late at night while you were away?” You prodded, pushing him further over the edge. His hand was in a fist and he was tense. You held down a smirk. He was flustered, you could tell. “I guess it’s just.. I can’t help it. When I see you, when I think of you, my body just… reacts on its own.”

Before you could recognize what was happening you were being pulled off of your seat by your wrist. “W-Woah, what are you doing?” You were shocked by the switch in his mood. He looked hungry. Starved even.

“If you’re going to tell me all the dirty thoughts you’ve had about me, I might as well tell you what I thought about, huh?” He was weaving through the crowd at the club, pulling you towards the bathrooms. “Sometimes I would think about fucking you for hours on end. I’d think about how tiny you are. I’d think about how I could ruin you, strip you of that innocent little act you always put on and watch you become the greedy little slut I know you are.” He was practically growling, and when you arrived at the door to the bathroom he took a moment, taking you in, eyes filled with desire. After he was done, though, he pulled you inside, locking the door behind him.

“You like it, don’t you? You like the power you have over me. Bigger, older, stronger, more mature. It makes you want me more.” You scoffed. “You’re right. That is pretty fucked up. Preying on me just because you know you can.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, searching for something in your face. He knew you were just saying things to heighten the situation. He knew he was letting you win, but you were right. He knew it was wrong, he knew that you calling him out on it should’ve made him uncomfortable, but it didn’t.

“I guess you’re lucky, though. Because I like it too.” You crashed your lips onto his and he responded by cupping your face in his hand roughly, his fingers squeezing your jaw tightly enough that you couldn’t move if you tried.

You used your hands to unzip the dress you had thrown on for the club, and he let you go to allow it to fall down your body and pool at your feet.

“I knew you were a slut.” He groaned, undressing himself from the waist down as well. He pushed you up against the wall, hands roaming over your bra and down to the waistband of your panties. “I bet you’re so fucking wet.”

“Find out for yourself.” You challenged, panting, and he did, dipping a finger underneath the fabric. You arched your back, moaning, as he ran a finger over your clit. You were grinding your hips into his hand, desperate for more.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t act on our dirty thoughts?” You panted out.

“You were practically throwing yourself at me. If you’re going to act like a whore then I have no choice but to fuck you like one.” And with that he was pushing your panties to the side, lining himself up at your entrance, and thrusting his hips against yours. You were absolutely paralyzed, the pain and pleasure of him stretching you out overwhelming you. “You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed out.

You moaned in response, one of your hands reaching behind him, nails raking down his back over the fabric of his shirt. “Fuck, is this what you thought about while I was gone?” He whispered in your ear. “You think about me fucking you? Did you think about me throwing you around and calling you mean names?”

You didn’t reply, opting to moan instead, and he slowed. “Answer me.” He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Is this what you wanted?”

You whimpered, nodding, your hips moving to meet his in an attempt to urge him to keep going. “Y-Yes.”

“Good.” He smirked contently, thrusts picking up speed again. You were close, your moans loud enough that you figured someone walking by the bathroom might hear, and he was relentless in his pace.

“I’m g-gonna..” you whined, and his hand shot up to your throat, wrapping around it and cutting off your oxygen. You sputtered, a hand moving up to pull his away but to no avail.

“Cum for me, slut.” He commanded, and your body responded quickly, moans catching in your throat as your orgasm washed over you. Only a few thrusts later Spencer was pulling out, his grip around your throat easing up, as you watched him finish himself, the warm substance coating your stomach and chest, dripping down. He let go of your neck completely, focusing on your body like he had just created a masterpiece.

“Let me clean you up,” he said after a moment, grabbing some paper towels and wetting them in the sink. You rubbed your face in your hands, in shock about what had just happened.

“Aren’t you glad I convinced you to come tonight, Spencie?” You asked sweetly as he wiped you down.

He chuckled. “Definitely. Your methods of persuasion never fail to impress.”

[moonlit-han]

if i could comfort you ↠ stray kids: all members

genre: bullet point imagine word count: 1.4k warnings: mild angst, brief description of anxiety attack request: no a/n: as i was listening to another day, it struck me that stray kids need comfort and care just as much as anyone else. they put on such strong and happy faces, but sometimes i’m sure they need to break down. so often we write about how, in our fantasy worlds, we’d like others to care for us. but how often do we write of how we’d care for them?

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

bang chan

if i could comfort you . . .

i would tell you everything will be okay

it’s okay to be worried or anxious

but it’ll work out in the end

i would give you all the cuddles and snuggles and hugs

i’d make a blanket fort with plenty of pillows

so you’d never have to come out if you didn’t want to

you work so hard and push yourself to create perfection

but honey you need sleep

i’d run my fingers through your hair 

and murmur soft words as you drift off to sleep

when you’re down and the world feels like it’s crashing down around you

i’d hold you

i’d listen

you could spill all your worries and doubts and everything else

all your secrets

into me and i’d keep them so you could be safe from harm

i’d help you carry the weight of all the expectations and responsibilities you’ve taken on

it’s easier, after all, with two to share a load

i’d wipe the tears from your cheeks when it all becomes too much

and cheer you on even when you can’t muster the energy yourself

i’d make you breakfast in bed (with obligatory pineapple juice)

and run like children through the park with you

i’d help you laugh over anything and everything

bc your giggle is the brightest thing in the universe

lee minho

if i could comfort you . . .

i would let you cry on my shoulder

as i rub your back and rock us back and forth

i’d listen to all your frustration and anxiety

and when the pain is physical from so much dance practice

i’d give you the best massages imaginable

when you’re so busy that you can barely function

i’d feed the cats

and make you food

and remind you to sleep

i’d shower you with kisses in the morning to wake you up

and do it all again at night to help you fall asleep

i’d do all the little things you do for others without them even realizing you do them

i’d give you flowers so your days would be sweet

i’d hold your hand whenever i could

just so you’d know i’d always be there for you

seo changbin

if i could comfort you . . .

i would kiss you sweetly

so, so sweetly

if you felt self-conscious about anything at

i wouldn’t ignore or minimize your feelings and thoughts

but i’d still reassure you that you are perfect the way you are

i’d casually trace spirals and words of love into your skin

and i’d cuddle you just as attentively as you do for me

i’d be the big spoon, tangling our legs together

and nuzzling your neck

when the stress of composition becomes too much

i’d slow dance in the kitchen with you

or go on an ambling walk

i’d bring you sparkly stones or pieces of art

(because you’re my baby crow)

i’d make you tea just the way you like it

and when you go to sleep

i’d be there to hold you tightly the whole night long

hwang hyunjin

if i could comfort you . . .

i would finger-comb your hair to relax you

i’d give your neck and shoulders a massage, too

when all you want to do is stay home and hide from the world

i would stay with you

and bring you yummy food

i’d read you poetry and play calming music

when all you can do is cry

bc people can be cruel and critical

i’d hold you and kiss the tears from your cheeks

when you’re sore and tired and can’t even think for being so tired

i’d help you into the bath and gently wash your hair, making sure to use the lily soap you like so much

i’d wrap you in so many blankets and sweaters

or make sure you have a fan in your bedroom for the night

in the quiet before dawn

when the light is like silver

and you’re restless in your sleep, your brow creased ever so slightly

i’d brush the hair from your forehead

and kiss your cheek

before pulling you toward me so our chests meet

and our breaths and heartbeats synchronize

to lull you back to sleep

han jisung

if i could comfort you . . .

i would try to make everything okay

i’d listen to your fears

and keep them tucked away in a little box you could never find

if all you can bring yourself to do is stay in bed

because the world is overwhelming

and the little voices inside your head talk too loud

i’d stay under the covers with you

nice and safe

we could stay there all day, comfy and happy in each other’s company

giggling about the silliest things

when anxiety gets the better of you

and the tears fall fast

and your breath comes in great gasps

i’d hold you and rub your back

i’d help you breathe steadily

and i’d make sure you drink water

when the pressure of work becomes too much

i would make a blanket nest for you

and queue as much anime i could

i’d hold your hand and kiss you sweetly

and run my fingers through your hair as you rest your head on my chest

i would protect you

lee felix

if i could comfort you . . .

i would simply be there for whenever you need me

i would hold your hand for as long as you wanted me to

when you can’t bring yourself to be upbeat

and can barely think

i’d do all the little things for you that you can’t deal with

i’d make sure your friends (chan, probably) come over

bc the presence of those who love you helps once you’ve had a little time to yourself

i’d bake you something special

and hope that it lives up to your expectations

and i’d get out the nerf guns to play with you

maybe we’d play hide and seek with them, too

i’d cling to you like an otter clings to a shell

just so you’d know i’m always there for you

i would tell you how precious you are to me

and all the things that make you wonderful

since your soothing voice calms me so much of the time

i’d sing to you in all the languages i know

and massage the back of your neck if you’re ever anxious in public

i would kiss your sweet nose

and cuddle you all night long

kim seungmin

if i could comfort you . . .

when you can’t stand being sensible anymore

and just want to scream at the world

i would listen to you

to your ranting and frustration

and i’d just smooth your hair and kiss your cheek

i’d read from your favorite book to you

and make a nice pitcher of water with lemon and thyme or mint in it

i’d hold your hand and occasionally kiss your palm

i’d play music to cheer you up

and when you’re napping because the demanding schedules eat into your sleep

i’d draw you, capturing your soft smile

and the gentle slope of your cheeks

and the graceful slant of your neck and shoulders

so that when you wake, i can show you how lovely you are

if you need reassurance

i’d be there

i’d help you think through whatever’s on your mind

when you just can’t keep going anymore

after a full day of singing

and your throat is almost sore from it all

i’d make you tea and give you a warm compress

and then lay with you, your hand in mine

and your head on my shoulder

yang jeongin

if i could comfort you . . .

i would make sure to get your favorite foods and snacks

so you could simply hunker down and not deal with the world

when the combination of work and school and high expectations becomes too much to handle

i’d hold you as you cry out your frustration

i’d rub your back as you shake from the feeling of having no control over your life

because all the things you need to do just overwhelm you

and i’d assure you that everything will be okay

that you’ll get through it all

and that, no matter what, you’re still loved and amazing

if you’re so tired from life 

and can’t even think, much less cook and plan and even wash,

i’d do as much for you as i can

i’d help you regain control

and make sure that you sleep

i’d put a lavender sachet by your pillow to calm your senses

and curl up with you, slowly trailing my hand along your back

a light reminder of my presence and support

[pennylanewrites]

＊why not me?＊

shizusumi x hiiragi one shot bc they’re criminally underrated

I saw some screenshots of the new chapters and with my scarce knowledge of Japanese I figured out a few things so I felt VERY inspired to write a tiiiny oneshot for my faves<3 also not really following the events of the manga, just random:)

loosely inspired by the lyrics in Mitski’s ‘Washing Machine Heart’ bc I was listening to it while writing this :(

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description: just shizuragi! being cute and admitting their feelings

genre: angst bc I said so, some fluff at the end

pairings : shizusumi x hiiragi

words: 0.9k

cw: none! some cursing but that’s expected. if you think anything needs a warning let me know!

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“Bitch.”

“Huh?! What did I do this time?”

“Why did you ignore Mafuyu’s text? Are you cheating on him?” Hiiragi exclaimed, hands waving around.

“We were in the middle of practicing!” Ritsuka retorted. “And what’s your problem? Are you in love with my boyfriend or something?”

The arguing teens turned around when a pair of drumsticks fell, rolling on the hardwood floor. With wide eyes, Shizusumi gathered them and pretended to look at the sheet music.

“Of course not!” Hiiragi scoffed.

“Asshole.”

Uenoyama left with Mafuyu when the practice session was over, but not before hitting Hiiragi’s shoulder hard enough for him to wince. Shizusumi dragged his feet out of the studio, secretly hoping Hiiragi would have left without him.

“Shizu-chan! Hurry up, I wanna eat.”

“I’ll go home.”

“You okay?” Hiiragi asked as they started walking towards the direction of his house.

“I’m just feeling dizzy.” He shrugged. “The station is the other way.”

“I’ll take you back to your place first, c’mon.” Shizusumi mustered up all of his ego to not scoff, thinking he didn’t really have a reason to get angry at his friend.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled. Hiiragi thought it was weird how he got dizzy from one second to the other, but said nothing and they walked in silence to his place.

“Do you have those assignments I missed? Can I come in to grab them?”

“Yeah...sure.” Shizusumi cursed the day Hiiragi missed school, making him take home all of the assignments and notes for him. With a key on the lock and a heavy weight on his heart, Shizusumi turned around to look at Hiiragi.

“Need help opening that?” Hiiragi grinned ironically. The brunette decided against what he was going to say and walked into the empty house. The teens headed for his clean and polished bedroom. Shizusumi mumbled something about the folder being on the desk and watched Hiiragi fall on his bed like he owned it. With a frown, he threw the heavy folder on the other’s face, earning a groan.

“What was that for?”

“Didn’t you want the folder? I just gave it to you.” He shrugged.

“What’s up with you? Is Uenoyama pissing you off?” Hiiragi held his weight on his elbows and tried looking into Shizu’s eyes, but the boy was staring at a stain on his rug instead.

“You’re pissing me off.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Huh?! Why?”

“Nevermind.” Shizusumi stood up and took his jacket off, throwing it on a chair. Hiiragi pulled on his arm, making him lose his balance and fall -very conveniently- on top of his friend. The two had a staring contest, angry eyes meeting confused ones before Shizu rolled to the other side of the bed, sitting with his back to Hiiragi.

“You shouldn’t bug Uenoyama about Mafuyu. It’s their relationship.”

“Mafuyu’s my friend!”

“Really?” Shizu turned his head to meet Hiiragi’s gaze, sitting a little closer to him than expected.

“What are you talking about?”

“Is that why you talk our ears off about him? Or because you think of Uenoyama as someone else?”

“Huh?!”

“I’m really tired, Hiiragi. You should go home.” Shizu held his head up in his hands, but realized the light in the room was suddenly blocked, so he looked up to meet Hiiragi again.

“What are you even saying, Shizu?”

“I’m saying,” he started and got up, backing Hiiragi to the wall behind him, “I know who you pretend he is.”

“Shizu–”

“You never really stopped loving Yuki. And you think everything in Mafuyu’s life is a replacement for him. That’s why you hate Ritsuka.”

“N-no. You’re wrong.” Hiiragi exclaimed, mouth agape at Shizu’s claims. He looked up only to be shattered in pieces at the tears escaping Shizu’s eyes. He loved him. So, so much, more than he knew he could love anyone. “Shi-Shizu...” a hand found its way to his cheek, thumb wiping a tear away, only for more of them to roll down.

“Why not me?”

“Shizu-”

“Why not me? Why is it always Yuki or Mafuyu or Uenoya–”

“You fucking dumb bitch, it’s always been you!” The words came out of Hiiragi’s mouth without him realising it until Shizu stepped back wide-eyed. “Yeah, you heard me! Why are you so fucking surprised?”

“Wait-”

“I’m done waiting. Yes, I admired Yuki and yes, I care for Mafuyu, I don’t want him to get hurt any more! But don’t you realise it’s you?”

“Me what?” Shizu whispered. Hiiragi chuckled and grabbed his shirt to pull him closer to his face.

“It’s you I’m in love with.”

“Don’t come closer or I’ll slap you.” Shizusumi said with flushed cheeks and blurry sight.

“I’d like to see you try.” Hiiragi replied cheekily, lips finally meeting the ones of the person he loved.

“Hiiragi.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Their lips met again, but this time Hiiragi had Shizu under him on the bed, hands interlocked over his head. Shizu finally let his guard down, realising that oh my God, I’m finally kissing Hiiragi.

Out of breath, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, Hiiragi dropped on the pillow next to Shizu, who was equally flustered about the sudden make-out session. And as Hiiragi’s calloused hand came in contact with his cheek, he was brought to sweet reality.

“It’s always you, okay?”

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go listen to washing machine heart and cry bc I did it and it’s therapeutic

[kimnjss]

round two | jhs

⤑  series: groupie love

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!hoseok x youtuber!reader, idol au.

⤑ rating: explicit.

⤑ word count: 4.4K

⤑ warnings: cursing, hickeys, (slight) oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it up, loves!).

⤑ A/N: wow, this is sooo late and i literally have no excuse bc i’ve been at home all day - i was just too lazy to pick up my laptop. LMAO. buuut! i really, really hope you guys like this part! 

Your conversation with Jimin is cut short, his words rushed as he tells you Yoongi is trying to FaceTime. He's hanging up before you have a second to wonder when the two of them had gotten close enough to be FaceTiming... and why there was so much excitement in his tone. 

 Before he was rushing you off the phone, you two had been talking about the dos and don'ts for you to follow tonight. Do: be flirty and offer a few laughs at his jokes here and there. Don't: decide everything falling from his lips was hilarious and deserved a reaction. Mentally, you took notes as Jimin listed off the simple rules for you to use as guidelines.

 You had been seconds from asking him to help you pick out what you were going to wear tonight, but he was off the line too quickly. Either way, you were going to at least try to be yourself tonight. It was no secret to you that Hoseok was mainly interested in the persona that you put on, you were determined to get him to like the real you just as much.

 Which meant the new clothes that you had bought when the two of you first started talking were pretty much a waste. Not comfortable in any of those outfits and they really didn't match your personality.

 Just because you had decided to be yourself, didn't mean that finding out which outfit highlighted your best self would be easy. It was hours before you were nodding at yourself in the mirror, satisfied. Your favorite white lace tank top neatly tucked into the waistband of a comfy pleated skirt. Casual, but still cute. This was your style. Hair done in loose curls, makeup kept natural... this was you.

 Your phone is dinging with a message from Hoseok, just as you're slipping your arms into a knit cardigan. He's outside, ready and waiting for you and the calm that you had been feeling earlier had been washed away. A nervous patter in your chest as you typed back your response, tucking your phone into your purse and making your way down the stairs.

 Hoseok is sat behind the wheel, dark sunglasses hanging off of the bridge of his nose and hair falling in messy curls onto his forehead. He grins when he sees you, leaning over the threshold to push the door open for you. You're sliding in beside him, instantly being intoxicated by his sweet scent that fills the car.

 “You look pretty,” He's complimenting as soon as you're settled, eyes dragging over your attire before he's smiling, nodding to himself and turning his attention to the road ahead of him.

 You smile your thanks, watching as he shoves the car into gear and pulling away from your house. 

 “Where we going?” Curiosity getting the better of you after you've been moving for a little bit, no destination in sight. He had his latest mixtape playing through the speakers, loudly, and you couldn't help but find it interesting he actually listened to his own music like that.

 “Studio,” He replies simply and you want to ask what kind of date could be had at the studio. But you don't, just nod your head and allowing your body to sink into the leather of his seats. 

 “So what's up with the new get up?” Hoseok is tilting his head in your direction and despite already knowing what you're wearing, you're looking down at your attire and scanning it over. “I mean, you look good. Just different from the first time I saw you,” He's quick to buffer when you're not answering him right away.

 Hands reaching for the hem of your dress, fingers toying with the edge as you shrug your shoulder. “This is more my style,” You reply simply, shocked at the smile that breaks onto his features. He's nodding his head, body bobbing with the action while he faces the road again.

 “I like it. Looks good on you,” 

 The compliment has butterflies rising in your stomach. The smile on your lips growing and the worry that you had of him not being interested in you anymore slowly washing away. It felt good to receive compliments for looking like yourself. Surprised that he had even noticed the change to begin with, to anyone else it would look like you had just decided to add some color into your clothes.

 It was as if he knew that what you had first presented to him, wasn't you.

Hoseok's studio building was much larger than you would've imagined. Looked like a tall industrial tower rather than a rapper's recording studio. Seemingly made of glass with the large windows that surround it. A thick laugh falls for his lips, noticing your awe at the sight. “It's not as dramatic on the inside,” He's reaching for his door, pulling it open and walking to the front of the car.

 With his hands tucked in his pockets, he waits. It takes you a moment to realize that he's waiting for you... and not coming around to do the gentlemen like thing and open the door for you. You step out behind him, his arm easily finding your waist as he pulls you close.

 “We won't be here for long, just gotta meet with the guys for a bit.” With a gentle tug he's leading you inside of the building.

 The two of you walk past the security check-in, not even having to go through the whole rundown you notice others are. Perks of being one of the biggest artists on this label. He's greeted with each step he takes, not a single person batting an eye at the fact that you're hanging off his arm. He must bring girls here a lot then, right?

 One short elevator ride later, you're turning the corner and facing a large door. 'GL' written in thick black lettering, spelled out underneath much smaller is 'genius lab'. So that's what they called it? He's pushing the door open immediately, expecting you to follow as he steps inside.

 The 'guys' he had referred to earlier were the same men you met at his show the other night. Scattered around the room, doing their own thing and not even flinching at the fact that someone new had entered their sanctuary.

 Joon stood in the both, determination wrinkling his brow as he tried out rhymes over the beat that Jungkook was playing for the controls across the room. Yoongi lounged on the couch, iPad in hand – fingers flicking frantically against the screen as he half-listened to the way Joon's voice voice caressed the beat.

 “You're late. Did you ask her?” Joon's voice echos around the room in place to the mumble rap he had been spewing just seconds before.

 Her? You take a second to peak around you, checking to see... you were the only 'her' here. They couldn't be referring to you, right? Ask you what? “Not yet,” Hoseok is replying with a roll of his eyes, shrugging off the colorful jacket he had been wearing.

 “Yoongi wants you to do adlibs,”

 Your brows furrow instantly, confusion riddling your features. “I don't sing,” Never once thought of it, your vocal cords just didn't work that way. What in the world made them think that it would be a good idea to have your voice mixed in with their track? That was just crazy talk.

 “First of all, it was your idea.” Yoongi's bored drawl fills the room, he's standing with a roll of his eyes and you can't help but notice the hickeys coating the side of his neck. When Jimin wanted to mark his territory... “And you wouldn't be singing, just like talking? Hobi here says you have a pretty voice, so why not?”

 Despite the way your eyes widen, your cheeks darken at the fact that Hoseok thought your voice was pretty. Was it bad that knowing that alone was able to turn you to mush standing where you were.

 “You think I have a pretty voice?” You're turning to face where Hoseok had sat, the smile not being able to be wiped from your lips. He's shrugging his shoulders, avoiding looking at you – focusing on what Jungkook's doing. “I watched some of your videos... it sounds nice and your laugh...” He's trailing off, acting as if he had become really interested in Jungkook's fingers when in reality he was hiding his blush.

 “Okay,” You're turning to Yoongi, smiling up at him. If this was Hoseok's idea of a date then you were down. Who knows, it could be fun being featured on one of their tracks... people listening and hearing your voice and wondering.

 “Alright, cool. You can go in once they're done. Say whatever you want, really. Moans aren't required but, hey... get into it.” Moans!? Were you going to... Yoongi is reaching for his iPad, tucking it under his shoulder and turning his attention to the remaining guys. “Now I need to go replace some Chanel earrings, y'all good until I get back?” You're nodding even though the question is not meant for you.

 The boys call back their answers as Yoongi makes his way out of the door. Sinking onto the couch, you watch Hoseok as he works. Admiring the way he looks, totally in his element as he gives direction and listens.

 You don't miss the way he steals glances in your direction, trying his hardest to cover it up. Gaze flickering away from you the moment that you catch him, but he's peaking back just seconds later not able to hide the smile on his face.

 Ignoring the butterflies that arise each time your eyes connect, you try your hardest not to let it go to your head. Like Jimin said. Completely uninvolved, your feelings should be. That's how it worked with guys like him. Yet, you couldn't shake the fact that he didn't act like guys like him... at all.

 It had been fun. Watching them work, the way they bounced ideas off of each other. How comfortable they were in the environment they created for themselves. A little while of you just watching passed before Hoseok was worrying that you might be bored, so lost in his work that he seemed to forget he was supposed to be entertaining you. It didn't matter, though, you were enjoying just watching him.

 He was ushering you over with a wide smile, arm slipping around your waist in the way you were starting to get use to. Without plan, you were leaning into his side, looking up at him with bright eyes as he spoke. 

 “What do you think of this beat?” A much slower pace from the songs that they usually released. Namjoon's voice leaked through, as a guide of the temp of the song and just as his verse was ending the beat was dropping. The slow sound speeding up, but still holding that powerful feeling. Hoseok's voice was heard next, his fast stylistic rap bleeding through.

 The song remained upbeat from that point on, lines being shared between the two of them. “This is really good!” You're exclaiming once the music was cutting off. Jungkook is leaning back in his chair, a triumphant grin on his face.

 “I told you. It works better this way,” He was standing now, cocky that he had won the little argument that you had ignored earlier. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he's making his way to the door. “You guys can play with the rest,”

 “Don't even get like that, because-!” Namjoon is chasing behind him, the slam of the door cutting his sentence short. Left alone with Hoseok, you can feel the atmosphere of the room shifting. His eyes are on you as he's sinking into the seat that Jungkook had just been in, teeth nibbling on his lower lip.

 “You want to try?” Despite his casual question, there's a fire in his eye. A look that hadn't been there before, you don't think. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding you close in front of him. Face level with your belly and getting in the doing an adlib is the last thing on your mind right now.

 The tips of his fingers trace over the curve of your back, sending chills down your spine. Heat cruising through your veins and forcing a stutter in your chest. Space. Some space would keep you from jumping him right now, you're sure.

 Taking a step back, you're nodding your head. “Yeah, it seems fun.” You're smiling and he's gesturing with his hand for the open doors of the glass room. You step in, securing the headphones onto your ears while watching him mess with the buttons on the panel. Suddenly, the song that you had just listened to was playing in one ear.

 “Just say whatever, when you think it'll sound good,” His voice is heard overhead and you're nodding. “Okay,” You can hear yourself in the ear that is not playing the music, the sound pushing a grin onto your lips. This was so cool.

 Hoseok watches you the entire time you're babbling, random phrases, and sayings falling from your lips. There's a sweet smile on his face, his eyes never leaving you even when the song has played out. “Do a laugh,” He's clicking on the talk button, his voice filling both of your ears. The sound so deep and husky, it has a pang of arousal rushing between your legs.

 He restarts the song and you wait, letting out a laugh where it sounded good. A soft smile pushes onto his lips at the sound and your heart warms. So content with the sound of your laugh, it seemed. You did it again, a quiet giggle this time. 

 There was no way you were going to get over how handsome he looked in this moment. Comfortably dressed, but fresh... clean. Plush lip trapped between his teeth, long fingers toying with the nobs and buttons and you can't stop yourself from thinking how good it would feel to have his hands on you again.

 The first time (and only time) you two were together, it had been a bit fast. Not much foreplay involved, not enough time to really get to know each other's bodies. Everything with him seemed fast to match his fast pace life. He didn't have time for formalities, he made that part pretty obvious. 

 But tonight, right now, it felt different. Just from the way he was looking at you, how he had been talking to you. The fact that he brought you along to work with him, when he clearly could've pushed hanging out to a later date. He wanted to see you, couldn't wait until he could; so having you in the studio with him was a great compromise.

 And it was funny, even without the proper chance to get to know each other, the knowledge of the stress that would come along with getting involved with him; you still liked him. Still craved him. Always wanting more. Couldn't get the thought of being together with him like that again out of your mind.

 Would it be different? Or the same? Better, most likely. You two had some time to get to know each other, become comfortable around each other. Who's telling what the two of you could get into the second time around.

 Feeling bold and growing bored with trying different laughs and mumbling phrases, you let out a moan. A tiny one at first, that he hardly even notice. Too concentrated on perfecting the audio levels. So you do it again, louder and more drawn out.

 Hoseok's head is whipping up, eyes wide as he stares at you. A smirk on your lips, you keep your eyes on his as you do it again. Eyes closing slightly and head rolling back. “What the...” It's like he had been frozen in place, wide eyes never leaving you. And to make matters worse, you decide to let a giggle fall from your lips at the sight of him.

 “How's that sound?” Your question has him falling back to reality, blinking a few times as he shakes his head. You watch the way a smirk lifts the corners of his lips, his hand lifting to push his messy hair back.

 “Ehh, sounds a bit forced. If you're gonna make those sounds, they need to sound natural.” His backs straightening, as if he's getting ready to stand up. Oh, how you wish he'd come in here and help you make these moans sound natural.

 Your eyes never leave his, not even for a second. “I'm not sure I know what you mean,” Head tilting and eyelashes batting the in the cute habit you picked up through the years. “Think you can help me?”

 He's standing before the words can leave your lips, long strides taken into the booth. Not daring to move a muscle as he moves to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around your stomach while he pulls your back against his chest. “It all depends how you want it to sound,” He's mumbling, freehand lifting to push your hair to one side.

 “Breathy?” His lips find the skin of your neck, leaving open mouth kisses along the length and pulling a breathy moan from your lips. It echos in your ears and your vaguely aware that all of this is being recorded. You can't bring yourself to care, though. Just a passing thought, your full focus on Hoseok.

 His tongue drags over your skin until he's able to catch your earlobe between his teeth. The palm of his hand is grasping at the fabric of your loose shirt, tugging at it until its being released from the waist of your skirt. “Surprised,” His hand is quick with the way it travels underneath your shirt, finding your bare breasts.

 He squeezes, a short yelped falling from your lips; not expecting him to do that. You can feel his grin against your skin, his little lesson long forgotten now that he had your tit in his hand. His fingers toy with your hardened nipple while he sucks hickeys into your neck. Head drawn back and resting against his shoulder, quiet moans falling from your lips and filling both of your ears.

 “I had a whole dinner planned,” He's speaking, pulling back from you just slightly. His hand still moves underneath your shirt and you're barely registering what he had said. “But... fuck, I just want to take you home. Can we skip it?” You're turning in his arm, catching the last bit of his sentence. Arms wrapping around his neck, chest pressed against his. “Let's skip it,” A breathy sigh falls from your lips, he's leaning in to cover your lips with his.

 The kiss so sweet, soft and there's a tinkle in your chest from the feeling of his lips on yours. He's pulling back slowly, but shaking his head before leaning in for another kiss. And then another. And another. Soon enough you're breaking into a fit of giggles, his smile felt against your lips.

 He pulls back enough to see your face, pretty eyes searching yours. Hoseok lifts his hands, cradling your cheeks in his palms. Thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he smiles. “I think you could drive me crazy,” He's saying, not quite understanding the weight of his words. The questions instantly floating in your mind the second you register what he's just said.

 Not tonight. You'll over analyze later. Instead, you're leaning up on your toes, catching his lips one last time before mumbling out: “Take me home,” 

 When you had said 'home' not for a second did you think Hoseok would be driving the long distance back to your apartment. Parking his expensive car in your shared lot as if it was a normal place for it. Not enough time to mull over it because he's quick with helping you out of the car, allowing you to lead the way to your complex.

 Needy lips and desperate hands clash the second you two are closed within your four walls. Stumbled steps taken to your bedroom, bodies falling onto the mattress as his lips trail hungry kisses down the side of your neck. Strong hands on your hips, pushing your body up further on the bed as his kiss travels lower.

 It's a moment before you're realizing what he's doing, fists dragging your skirt down your legs. He groans at the sight of your simple panties, dark eyes lifting to find your face. “You're so fucking cute,” You can only imagine how you look right now, cheeks flushed and eyes blown. Mouth agape as you wait on heavy breaths on his next move. 

 His long tongue drags along your slit through the material, your back instantly arching at the contact. The moan that falls from your lips as his cock twitching in his jeans and he dives in, covering your mound with his mouth in hopes to hear those sounds again.

 Not long until your panties are soaked and sticky against your heat, nearly breathless and mind effectively turned to mush. He's looking at you again, watching your face as he peels your wet panties out of the way. The hem of your shirt is found by your hands, quickly being lifted and discarded.

 Hoseok's eye go wide slightly, train of thought lost as he lifts his body from between your legs. His lips wrap around your newly exposed nipples, lapping at the hardened skin. “Fuck,” You pant, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

 The tips of his fingers find your clit between your legs, rubbing figure eights into it's sensitivity while his mouth works against your once neglected bud. A string of curses, nonsense sentences slip past your lips as you feel your body warming.

 So fast. Just like everything else with him. No thinking required. The built is easily felt throughout your whole body, his fingers moving faster and his teeth beginning to nibble. You don't notice the way he's fumbling with his other hand, too focused on reaching your end.

 It's not until you feel that snap, your orgasm washing over you at the same time his cock pushing his way past your tightened folds do you figure what all the fumbling was about. “Oh, fuck!” You shout, legs lifting to wrap around his waist and pull him closer – ignoring the sensitive sting between your legs.

 “So... fucking, tight.” Hoseok gasps out, head now buried in the crook of your neck as he holds onto your hips.

 There was just something about being with you like this... being with you at all, that had an unfamiliar swell rising in Hoseok's chest. It was safe to say that he liked you, way more than he liked to admit. 

 Enjoyed your company, thought you were pretty in the most delicate way, and felt this insistent need to protect you. Be there for you. Hold you close when you needed him. Wanted to be needed by you.

 It was something that he noticed when he first saw how nervous you were when you had met him. Something that he tried to ignore, keeping the mindset that he could just sleep you and that would be it. Boy, was he wrong. That just made everything worse. There was no way he could get you out of his mind now, after. He needed more of you. Craved it like a crackhead looking for their next fix.

 And you were so adorably transparent he didn't even need to wonder if you were feeling the same. Realized that you had changed your look in a way to impress him, get his attention... when in reality you would've had it no matter what to begin with.

 It was true, you caught his attention because of that whole thing... but there was something deeper than that. Something more to you that he couldn't really place at first. So no, he didn't start liking the persona that you tried so hard to keep up with, as if you didn't have tons of videos up of you actually being yourself, he liked you for that girl. The one with the pretty smile and the bright eyes.

 That's the girl that he could see himself being with. There were already too many fakes in the world, he liked you a whole lot better.

 The only problem was, he had no idea how to put that into words. Had a knot in his chest every time the thought came to mind. So he hoped this would be enough. Taking you back to his place, inviting you to his job, sleeping with you twice... this time in your room something that he usually never did. He hoped you'd pick up on the differences, be able to see that he was only like this when it came to you.

 Only softened to the feeling of your nails running over his scalp, only truly lost it when it was you wrapped around him like this. Squeezing him so tight as you reached your second peak of the night, wanton moans falling from your lips, cries of his name. He really only liked the way it sounded on your tongue.

 “Shit,” Hoseok's grunting out from the tightness of your fingers in his hair, the muscles in his legs and back tightening as he pushes into you fully. Body ridged as his arousal leaves his body in thick spurts.

 The warmth coats your walls, body falling limp against your sheets. He pulls out short after, his seed instantly rolling down the side of your leg. A sheen layer of sweat on your body makes you sticky, but he doesn't care. Rolling onto his back, he's reaching for you to hold you close.

 You're too tired, too spent to protest, complain about how you stink and should probably wash up before cuddling. Not like he'd be willing to let you go anyway, not with how at peace he felt just by holding you close.

 Head laid on his chest, you listen to his slow breathing an arm wrapped around his torso as the two of you laid in silence. What you would give to peek into his mind, find out what had him so quiet.

 Little did you know, his life was flashing before his eyes. The Hoseok he had once been, the dick who treated girls as nothing more than a whole slowly passing. This new refined Hoseok, ready to cherish you, respect you in ways he wasn't even sure of was blossoming.

 He was ready. Not for a second would he make you feel the way he knew he made the other girls feel. All he hoped was that you'd be willing to accept him. Losing you all at once becoming the scariest thing to him.

– he’s ½ of the famous rap duo, the 94′s. when stumbling upon a pretty youtuber, he’s quick to decide he wants to have her. but one night with her just doesn’t seem like enough.

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