#bye bye buzzing melodies is exactly what i wanted it to be :)

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Piano Man

Woozi (Jihoon) x (gender neutral) Reader | university AU

fluff | 3.9k words

synopsis: you’re a music major just trying to get through school, which meant dozing off during class, and cramming study sessions with the rest of your friends. the usual. until one night you come across a mysterious man playing a familiar song, and soon comes the harmony of the melody that is your life.

a/n: this is my first fic, i’m sorry if it’s not that good haha, enjoy:)

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As someone majoring in music, you were kinda an amateur at its theory, and yet somehow, you’ve managed to make it into a pretty university with good grades — bless the fact that you were actually pretty good at your instrument. As you sat in one of your least favourite lectures on music theory, you couldn’t help but let out a quiet cry in frustration as the professor continued to blab on and on about a subject that you just can’t wrap your head around, no matter how much you tried. A chuckle to your right snapped you out of your self-pity and you paused the hands that were in the middle of pulling your hair out. Soonyoung’s face popped into your view with that cheeky smile of his and you couldn’t help but softly return the smile at his presence. The two of you had been good friends since high school and luckily were able to move on to the same university as well. You’ve helped each other through thick and thin, whether it’d be in school or your social lives, but when it came to music theory, Soonyoung definitely carried, or rather, his friend did. To his right was Wonwoo, a friend that Soonyoung made when you arrived at university and the three of you have been hanging out in this class ever since, helping each other out with the homework and studying together. Wonwoo was actually the one who understood this theory the most and thankfully through Soonyoung, you were able to meet him too, and get through the class with his help.

“Don’t worry about it y/n, I don’t really understand what’s being taught either, but Wonwoo said he could teach us tonight after our lectures.” Soonyoung smiled and Wonwoo’s head peaked out from behind him to give an affirmative nod.

“As long as the two of you at least try to listen to the Professor, I’m sure I’ll be able to explain it in a, er, less boring way.”

You let out a silent chuckle at his jab at the professor’s monotone voice and then determinedly returned to your work.

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Later that evening, the three of you agreed to meet in one of the many practice rooms the school had to offer. As you got ready to leave your dorm your phone buzzed a few times.

[ group: music baddies ]

Hoshiii !!⭑: Professor Jeon which practice room are we meeting in ??

Hoshiii !!⭑: The fries that I bought are getting cold:(

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: Let’s meet in room 2A.

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: Also, Jun said he wanted to join because he’s bored, so you might want to buy some more fries.

Hoshiii !!⭑: Nooo>:(( who said I was sharing these fries they’re are all mine,, I was just saving them so that I could eat them in front of your faces >:))

JunJunJun: I’d like some paprika flakes for my fries please:^)

JunJunJun: Thanks Soonie ♡

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud at their antics and quickly rushed to the meeting place. Upon arriving you could already see Wonwoo setting up his workspace and Jun milling around the various instruments in the room, occasionally trying to play one that he found interesting. He was actually majoring in a totally different subject but loved to hang out with your group and flex his piano skills, so he often showed up during your meets to bother you guys entertain himself, and admittedly, bring out quite a few laughs from the rest of you as well. As childish as his antics may sometimes eem to be, he was joy to have around and definitely made these long study sessions much easier to get through.

Wonwoo glanced up at the sound of you closing the door, “Hey y/n,” he smiled, “Soonyoung went out to buy some more fries as per Jun’s request, but we can start anyways so that we don’t stay up too late.” You nodded in agreement and sat next to him and began your study session, taking notes as Wonwoo began to explain from the top. Soonyoung showed up a while later, and though the room did get noisier after his arrival, with the mix of him and Jun’s natural charisma, you guys managed to fully understand the lesson by around 11:00 pm, which just left you and your few pages of practice left to do.

As the others packed up their belongings and got ready to leave, you stayed in your seat and began to pull out those leftover bits of homework to complete. Soonyoung, taking notice of your actions, gave you a questioning look. “Y/n, you know that we don’t have to hand the practice in right? You can just do it later, it’s getting late…”

You sighed in agreement, but merely stretched your arms and picked up your pencil. “I know Soon, but I think I’m gonna try to finish it all tonight so that I don’t have to worry about it later. We all know Professor Monotone will just give us more work to do by the end of the week, plus, I think on a roll right now.”

“Alright then,” he replied as he slung his red backpack over his shoulder and began heading out behind the others. “Don’t stay up too late though, or else I’ll come over and pick you up personally.” He gave you a little evil look which quickly converted into his usual cheery smile before he disappeared. “Bye!~”

The door closed shut and you were left all alone in the silent room, minus the buzzing in the vents above. You hummed quietly to yourself as you diligently got back to work.

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You were only about halfway done when you hear a soft song being played on the piano down the halls. It was much more calming than the vents and it sounded vaguely familiar, stirring many memories in your mind. Glancing at your phone you checked to see the time,

12:16 am

[ group: music baddies ]

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: Has anyone seen Jun? He was supposed to walk to the dorms with me but he just disappeared and he’s not answering my texts.

Hoshiii !!⭑: Nope! He’s not with me, did he go to the bathroom or something?

Hoshiii !!⭑: Also, y/n, you better be finishing up soon or else both me and my tiger plushie are coming to get you>:))

You turned to the 2 pages of work that’s yet to be done and then back at the messages on your phone. You could just complete the rest of the work some other day and then get some sleep tonight… Rubbing your head sheepishly, you decided to might as well wrap up. The moment you turned away from the music notes that were glaring on the sheet, you realized just how tired you were getting.

Y/n: I haven’t seen Jun either… Maybe he got distracted by a cat again?

Y/n: And I’ll finish up for today Soon, please don’t come for me with your tiger plushie:P

Slipping your phone into your bag, you rushed to clean up your things when the soft piano resonated along the halls once more. This time, it was a bit louder. As you turned off the lights of the practice room behind you, you peeked down the halls out of curiosity. The piano was coming from the community room and a list of names who the player could’ve been ran through your mind.

That song… wait a minute, isn’t that the song Jun always plays?

Quickening your pace you made your way to the community room, once you’d arrived you were ready to scold Jun for disappearing again.

“Jun, what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to—”

That player was far too small to be Jun. The song was cut off as the mysterious person turned around, giving you a blank, almost disapproving, look. You stepped back a bit out of surprise. That is definitely not Jun, though he seems somewhat familiar? Have I seen him around before? You wondered to yourself.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry I thought you were someone else…” You managed as you shyly started to back off. The other person just stared at you for a moment until he opened his mouth a little, clearly thinking about something. You could almost see the gears turning in his head.

“Are you Y/n?” He asked cautiously, yet with confidence.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his question, you didn’t recall ever speaking to this man before. You took a close look at him to realize that he wasn’t just small, but he was tiny, though, admittedly you weren’t exactly the tallest person out there either. He wore a plain black t-shirt, shorts, a cap that slightly blocked his eyes and comfy slippers. What an odd choice of footwear.

“Ah, y-yeah, that’s me,” you managed to smile in the awkwardness. “I’m sorry but how do you know me?”

This time, he fully shifted his body around to face you. “You know Jun too then, right?” You nodded. “He talks about you a lot, can’t stop talking about how cute you are.”

“Oh, I see,” you blushed a little at the statement. Wow, Jun seems to be pretty popular amongst everyone. You noted to yourself. “That song, the song you were playing. Did you learn that from Jun?”

This time, it was he who was taken aback. “This song?” He pointed to himself “No, I composed it on my own, but Jun likes to copy what I play, so maybe that’s how it spread around. You weren’t the only person who thought that it was Jun’s song… I gotta start protecting my music from that guy.” He muttered to himself

“You composed it yourself? That’s… that’s really cool of you. It’s really beautiful, I could never compose something like that, let alone understand theory…” you trailed off and he took note of the empty worksheets you held in your hand.

“You need help with that?” He asked, nodding his head cooly towards your hands.

You shyly fumbled with your papers. “I mean, I was going to work on it some other day because it was getting late, but I was having trouble with one of the questions…”

The boy got up from the piano bench and sat at a nearby table, pulling out a chair beside him. “I’ll help you out with it then.” He paused. “If you’d like.”

Considering your options for a moment, you opted to take the opportunity to learn from someone so skillful — sleep could wait. “Yes, I would really appreciate that!” You thanked him as you sat down. “Er…”

He seemed to have caught onto your hesitation, “My name is Jihoon by the way.”

“I was just about to ask. Thank you, Jihoon.”

The two of you ended up working on the rest of the sheets that night and he explained the concepts you learned that day even further. If you had to compare, you’d probably say that he was even better than Wonwoo at explaining it. As you filled in all the blank spaces with notes and answers, you couldn’t help but glance at him every so often. He was honestly really cute and the way he spoke as he explained the concepts to you made your heart flutter a little. You wanted to hug him every time he put extra effort into making something easy to understand and relate to. He looked so passionate about what he was talking about and you couldn’t help but want to reciprocate that love for music back at him.

The short while you spent together went by faster than you realized. It was well past 1 am by the time you decided you should probably wrap things up for real, despite how much you would’ve loved to talk to Jihoon all night long.

“Thanks so much, Jihoon, like honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever understood something so well on the first day of learning it before.” He gave you a dimpled smile as he got up along with you and began heading towards the piano once again. “And I’m sorry for taking up your time like that, you must’ve had important things to do too…”

He shook his head in disagreement as he turned back to you. “No, I really had fun too, it’s nice to be able to explain the things I like to others, it also reaffirms what I know.”

You sucked in your breath a little at his response and decided to go with your gut feelings that were screaming at you to try and get to know him better. “If you don’t mind… do you think we could hang out again? I had lots of fun with you. It doesn’t have to be a meet up for my work or anything, but since you know Jun too, maybe we could do something together?”

“Hmm… Jun’s really out here making me be all social and stuff huh? But sure, I don’t mind that, I guess.” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand to you.

You traded phone numbers with him before finally heading back to your dorms, your feet and eyelids falling heavily with every step you took. It wasn’t often that you stayed up past midnight to actually do work, but this time, you were really happy that you were able to get a lot done in such a short amount of time and you couldn’t wait to rest fitfully in your soft bed. Your phone buzzed and you were reminded of the fact that you promised Soonyoung that you would return home more than an hour ago.

[ chat with horangshi ]

Hoshiii !!⭑: Are you back yet Y/n?

Hoshiii !!⭑: Helloooooooo~

Hoshiii !!⭑: Nyam tiger plushie’s gonna come for you if you don’t reply soon>:(

Hoshiii !!⭑: Y/n??

Hoshiii !!⭑: You said you would come back soon,, I know I’m probably getting too worried but please at least reply:(( I’ll leave the tiger at home

Hoshiii !!⭑: !!11!1!1!1 Earth to Y/n!!! Are you ok??

Hoshiii !!⭑: The Don isn’t letting me leave the dorms today for some reason so I can’t come to pick you up:( please at least reply

Hoshiii !!⭑: Y/n?

Your heart broke a little at the fact that you accidentally neglected Soonyoung’s worried texts. The two of you were very close so it wasn’t a surprise that he was getting concerned. You quickly shot him a text back apologizing for the lack of replies and promising that you were on your way back at the moment. To make him happier, you also sent him a selfie.

[ chat with horangshi ]

Hoshiii !!⭑: So glad you’re alive ! I thought you got abducted by aliens or something,, please don’t do that again ><

Hoshiii !!⭑: Just so you know, Jun has also arrived at the dorms, he’s not telling us where he went though,,,  so I’m currently figuring out how to take my fries back out from his stomach

Hoshiii !!⭑: He doesn’t deserve them>:(

Hoshiii !!⭑: also ur cute

[ group: music baddies]

Y/n: Do you guys know someone named Jihoon?

Y/n: At our university

JunJunJun: Omg !!! How did you meet the famous Lee Jihoon? Did you get an autograph?

Y/n: ...Aren’t you guys friends?

JunJunJun: Well, yes, but even I have his autograph:P It’s hanging on my wall rn

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: He’s the one who’s famous on the campus right? The one who composes a bunch of music? I think I heard some girls talking about him once too...

Hoshiii !!⭑: Oh hey!! I know him ! We worked on a project together before and he carried

Hoshiii !!⭑: We got a 96 yo

Y/n: Yeah

Y/n: And Jun— did you really lie to us and say that the song you play on the piano all the time was yours? Jihoon said he composed it

[ JunJunJun has left the chat ]

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: Wow Jun didn’t compose that? No wonder it sounded so good

[ JunJunJun was added into the chat ]

JunJunJun: NOOOO please forgive me I just wanted Jihoonie’s fame

JunJunJun: Also, if you know that fact, that must mean you talked to him then right?

JunJunJun: Y/n’s getting some game !! yes finally some action !!

Hoshiii !!⭑: Y/n’s making friends all by themself !

Hoshiii !!⭑: I feel like a proud dad

JunJunJun: We should invite him to hang out with us too, he’s may be famous but he’s still a loner

Y/n: Ok wait…

Y/n: Is it just me or is he like, really cute

Y/n: And maybe good looking

Y/n: But mainly really really cute

Hoshiii !!⭑: :O

JunJunJun: :OO

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: (o - o)

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: Wait I gotta make sure my glasses are on.

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: (O-O)

Y/n: ...No? I take back those statements

Hoshiii !!⭑: Jun… are you thinking what I’m thinking…

JunJunJun: Does our dear Y/n have… a crush !?!? O-O

Y/n: :( Please I just think he’s cute and he helped me with the homework that’s it I swear

Professor JeonBagOfLuck: a study date already (O-O)

Y/n: Wonwoo not you too:((((

JunJunJun: When they go on a date the moment they meet ♡♡♡♡

JunJunJun: Love is in the air tonight bois !

Hoshiii !!⭑: Jokes aside, we should totally invite him to hang out then

Hoshiii !!⭑: Maybe something will spark between you two:))

Y/n: You know what, goodnight

Y/n: I need to sleep over this

JunJunJun: Our little Y/n is in love ♡♡♡♡

JunJunJun: Is this what they call love at first sight?

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After your first encounter together, you couldn’t help but find yourself running into each other more often, whether it’d be when you were rushing down the halls to your next class or when you’d find him at the same piano after a long night of studying.

Then, one weekend rolled by and you stood in front of the mirror looking at the outfit you were wearing. The four of you, along with Jihoon, had planned to meet up at a park nearby to hang out and “do what cool kids do these days” as Soonyoung called it. Some other friends of Soonyoung and Jun were invited too, so you wanted to make yourself look at least a bit more presentable than usual, though really, your mind was set on dressing in a way that Jihoon might like. Almost as if Soonyoung knew what you were thinking, he appeared behind you in the mirror, bag on his shoulder, ready to go.

“Please, Y/n, you look great, and I’m sure Jihoon will think that too. I mean — look at you! You’re so cute he won’t be able to resist it I promise.”

You sighed in defeat. “I don’t know why I’m trying so hard, I just really want to get close to him.”

He patted your shoulder in reassurance, placing a cap on your head, completing your outfit. “It’ll work out great, and we’re all rooting for you. Just be confident! And if it doesn’t work out, once again, we’re all still here for you. Let’s go and have a good time.” He pinched your cheek with a grin and opened the door to let you leave.

By the time you arrived the others were already there, including Jihoon. You could recognize some of Jun’s friends, you’ve hung out before and took note of Seokmin, Seungkwan, Vernon, and Minghao who were all busy with a game of frisbee with the others. You and Soonyoung didn’t hesitate to join the game and were greeted with shouts and cheers. Your eyes locked with Jihoon’s and he gave you a small smile and nod.

Hours flew by and you quickly forgot about your previous worries about how the day would go. Your hair was messy from the rough playing, but you couldn’t care less at this point, you were still glad that you had a cap to at least cover some of the mess though. Eventually, you were utterly swamped from the activities while the others were still going quite strong at their game of volleyball. Walking over to the picnic table filled with snacks and drinks, you waved at Jihoon who seemed to have had the same idea as you. He was nestled on the blanket with a bottle of Coke, getting out his guitar when you joined him. You watched him quietly as he played a little tune on the instrument which you quickly recognized to be a popular song amongst the music majors. Unable to help yourself, you hummed along to his playing and he looked at you in surprise but continued the steady rhythm he was tapping. Once the song was over, he shyly complimented you with a high five and offered the guitar.

“Do you play?”

“I know a few songs, but I’m not the best.” You replied modestly, gently taking the instrument from him. Taking a moment to get used to the environment, you began to strum another popular song and this time, it was his turn to sing along. You harmonized with him and it felt like it was just the two of you sitting in the park. Just you, Jihoon, and his bottle of coke. The shouts of your friends became a distant distraction and you focused on the features of the man in front of you instead. You smiled at the way his lips curved with every vowel and how kept his eyes closed to concentrate on the song. His face looked so serene and you wished you could’ve stayed in this moment forever. When the song finished, your hands instinctively stopped but your eyes lingered on his face for a moment too long. He finally opened his eyes and when you realized he caught you staring, you hurriedly looked in any direction except towards him and blushed, handing the guitar back to him. Your hand grazed his as he grabbed it from you and you quickly retreated your hand back into your lap, rubbing it gently. Your heart was pounding and the butterflies had returned in the pit of your stomach. Now more than ever did it feel like it was just the two of you there, except this time, the world around you felt a little dizzy as you tried to slow your heart’s dance.

“Um…” Jihoon started, placing the guitar onto the blanket below you two. His hand slowly reached back to the one on your lap and he gently grasped it. Your skin tingled under his touch. “I know it hasn’t been long since we first met, but I was wondering if you would maybe like to… hang out a bit more? Like, just the two of us. You seem like a good person.”

Your mouth was left open as you stared back at him at a loss for words. At your reaction, he pulled his hand back and held them up in defense.

“Ah, I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course, I totally under—”

You cut him off with your hands waving back at him. “No, no. Actually… I was going to ask you the same thing today,” you managed to giggle. “So I think it works out.” He returned your smile. “Well if that’s the case, then how about coffee tomorrow? I don’t have any plans then.”

“Tomorrow sounds great.” You replied, holding his hand just a little bit tighter as you both looked upon the rest of the loud group battling for the last setpoint. The excitement between the teams could be felt from where you sat, but you were content with just watching them from afar with Jihoon.

“Oh, and Y/n?”

“Mhmm?” You hummed.

“Your outfit is really cute today.”

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haha hi i’m back! i really enjoyed writing the chats so i hope you liked it:) maybe there will be a part two so that i can develop the actual woozi x reader a bit more, who knows.

i’m still trying to get used to tumblr so please bear with me i’ll stop talking now

~ tiny

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Milkshakes: Part Four

Pairing: high school!Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Family drama

Word Count: 2070

Request: No specific request, but a lot of people wanted a part four to this series :)

Author’s Note: As per usual, make sure to read parts one, two, and three before you read this one so that it makes sense! This was really fun to write and I hope all of you enjoy it as much as I did :) (picture credit)

“I like that one,” you said as Tyler finished playing a melody. He turned and looked at you over his shoulder.

“You do?”

“Yeah, it’s very calming to listen to.”

“Noted.”

Tyler grabbed his notebook and started to write something down. While he did that, you checked your phone to make sure your parents hadn’t texted you and told you to come home. Ever since the huge fight with your mom nearly a week ago, you had spent most of your afternoons at Tyler’s house. Being surrounded by his loving family helped you forget about all the drama happening in your own. You and your mom were barely speaking to one another, and your dad, not wanting to be in the middle, was barely speaking to anybody.

“Are you ok?” Tyler asked, lightly rubbing your arm.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I started thinking about my parents again.”

Tyler frowned, “I know. I’m sure your mom will come around eventually.”

“I don’t know, it’s already been a week.”

“She will, Y/N. I think it’s just going to take her a little while to get used to the fact that we’re… you know.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you said, forcing a smile. Although it didn’t change anything, you appreciated Tyler’s effort to be reassuring.

“Why don’t we go downstairs and get a snack? My mom just bought stuff to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

“Ok.”

Tyler gave you a quick kiss before standing up and walking into the hall. You rolled off his bed and followed after him, challenging him to a race down the stairs as you went. This resulted in the two of you in a pile in the entryway after Tyler took a corner too fast and brought you down with him. Thankfully the worst injury was Tyler hitting his funny bone against the floor.

“That’s the last time I challenge you to a race down the stairs,” you laughed as you offered him a hand to help him up.

“Sorry,” he said. You covertly admired his tensed arm muscles as he pulled himself up. “I’m kind of competitive.”

“Competitive is an understatement.”

Zack and Maddy were already in the kitchen, bent over a pot of something on the stove. Since Kelly and Chris were out, Tyler decided to step in and be the responsible older brother.

“What are you two up to?” he asked, leaning in so he could get a better look at the stove.

“Making mac and cheese,” Zack answered.

“Why does it matter?” Maddy asked, turning to Tyler. Before he had a chance to answer, she spotted you and started smiling. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!”

She ran around the kitchen island and slid along the floor into your arms, nearly knocking you over. You smiled and hugged her tightly.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to burn the house down,” Tyler said. “Why are you standing over the water?”

“We’re waiting for it to boil,” Zack said. “It’s taking forever and I’m starving.”

“It would probably go faster if you distracted yourself with something else,” you chimed in.

“Like what?” Zack said, turning to you.

“You could play a card game,” you shrugged.

“Yes! Zack, let’s play Go Fish.”

“That’s kind of hard to play with two people, Mads.”

“Tyler? Y/N? Will you play?”

You turned to Tyler, deciding it was best to let him answer.

“We would love to, but I’m working on some music upstairs. We’re just taking a break to have lunch.”

“Aw,” Maddy frowned.

“Tell you what, we can play card games tonight once Y/N goes home, ok?” he offered.

“Deal.”

Maddy went back to watching the boiling water with Zack, meanwhile Tyler started to grab things to make your sandwiches. You took a seat at the counter, figuring you would still be able to help him while you were sitting down.

“Hey,” Tyler said, swatting your hand away when you started to reach for the peanut butter, “I’ve got this.”

“I can help, Ty.”

“Just let me be nice,” he said, looking up at you and smiling. “You’ve had a rough week.”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to argue that, so you sat back and waited for Tyler to finish making your sandwiches. When they were finally finished, you scooped up the plate before he had a chance to. The least you could do was carry them upstairs.

“Bye, Y/N!” Maddy said as you walked out of the kitchen.

“Bye, Maddy! Good luck with your mac and cheese.”

“Thanks!”

Tyler shut the door when you got back up to his room. You each took a seat on the bed, close enough that your arms were pressed together, and grabbed one of the sandwiches from the plate. Tyler let you vent about your family while you ate, nodding thoughtfully as he took bite after bite. By the time you finished, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“Thanks for letting me rant,” you said, laying back on his bed. “I haven’t wanted to talk about everything because I didn’t want to make you feel bad, but holding it in wasn’t doing me any favors.”

Tyler leaned back next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You would never make me feel bad, Y/N. I want to be here for you no matter what’s going on.”

“Thanks, Ty. I appreciate that,” you said, giving him a quick kiss.

“You’re welcome.”

“You know, I’m kind of sad that I’m going to miss out on sibling game night though,” you laughed.

“Don’t be,” Tyler laughed. “Zack always ends up cheating, then Maddy gets upset, Jay throws all the pieces everywhere when he’s there, and I end up having to mediate it all.”

“Every time?”

“Every time,” he sighed.

“Ok, maybe I’m ok with missing it.”

“Exactly.”

“Still, I like your family.”

“They like you too. My mom is always asking about you.”

“She is?”

“Yeah. I mean, she did that before, but she does it even more now that she knows we’re dating. Then Maddy hears me talking about you and starts asking me a million questions.”

“That’s sweet,” you smiled.

“Yeah, I like having an excuse to talk about you.”

“Of course you do.”

You turned in Tyler’s arms so that you were facing one another, your noses mere inches apart. He started to smile.

“What?” you laughed.

“You’re really pretty and it makes me nervous.”

“Oh, stop. You’re much prettier than I am.”

Tyler’s eyebrows furrowed, “Are you sure about that?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Then I think you need to get your eyes checked.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

Rather than continuing your back and forth, you leaned forward and kissed Tyler. He moved one hand from your waist to your cheek, pulling you closer. You grabbed at the fabric of his t-shirt.

Footsteps started to come up the stairs and Tyler immediately pulled away, sitting up straight so that only your legs were barely touching. A moment later, Maddy popped her head into Tyler’s room.

“Do either of you want some mac and cheese? I wanted to check before Zack steals it all.”

“I’m ok. Y/N?” Tyler said, turning to you. His cheeks were bright pink.

“I’m ok,” you smiled.

“Thanks for checking, Mads.”

“No problem,” she smiled before disappearing again.

You and Tyler turned to face one another and immediately started laughing.

“Your face,” you grinned, “it’s so pink.”

“I’m embarrassed! First you were,” Tyler dropped his voice, “kissing me and then all of a sudden Maddy was coming up the stairs!”

“It’s ok, it was cute.”

You had just leaned in again when your phone started to buzz in your pocket. Your lips barely brushed against Tyler’s and then you were sitting back again, lifting your hips so you could grab your phone from your pocket.

“Shit, it’s my mom,” you said, standing up and bringing the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Your mom’s tone was sharp.

“I’m at Tyler’s.”

“I need you to come home.”

“Right now?” you frowned.

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’ll be there soon.”

You ended the call without another word and turned to Tyler. He was already frowning.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed.

“It’s fine. I know how it is.”

He stood up and held his arms out. You buried your face in his chest and held onto him tightly, trying to hide how upset you were by the fact that your day had been cut short.

“I’m sure she just wants you home for dinner.”

“Hopefully.”

Tyler gave you one more kiss before walking with you down the stairs. He leaned against the railing while you laced up your shoes.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said as he pulled open the door.

You glanced around the entryway before giving him a final kiss. “Text me, ok?”

“I always do.”

You waved to Tyler as you walked down the front steps and grabbed your bike from where you had left it in the yard. At least the bike ride home would give you some time before you had to face your mom.

The house was near silent as you walked inside, the only sound coming from Percy’s nails clicking against the wood floors as he came running towards you. You bent down and scratched at his ears until he finally calmed down enough for you to unlace your shoes and set them near the door. Once they were off, you started to creep slowly through the house, listening for any sound that would give away where your parents were.

“I need to talk to you.”

The sound of your mom’s voice from a few feet away scared you enough to make you jump. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm down your anger before you ended up snapping and making the situation between the two of you worse. When you felt calm again, you turned to look at her.

“Here?”

“Yes. Take a seat.”

You did as she said and sat down on the couch across from her. She was sitting in her favorite chair, her hands crossed so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were nearly white. A chill ran down your spine as you leaned back into the cushions, trying to look as comfortable as possible as you met her eyes. You weren’t about to let your mom know how scared you were for what she was about to say.

“I’ve been doing something thinking about the fight we had last week.”

Deep breaths. Maintain eye contact. Keep your voice steady.

“About Tyler?” you asked.

“Yes.” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. There were already a list of counter-arguments lined up in your head; the week without your phone had given you plenty of time to think. “I want to apologize for how I reacted. You’re not a child anymore and it’s not fair for me to continue to treat you like one. Although I may not agree with your choices, it is also not my place to control them. If Tyler makes you happy, then I will do my best to support you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Although it wasn’t the perfect apology, you knew it was the best you would get from your mom. Her attempting to support your relationship with Tyler was more than enough for you.

“Thank you, Mom. That means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Is there anything else?”

“No, that’s all.”

You stood up and started to walk out of the room, but stopped yourself after a few steps. Even if there was still some residual frustration with your mom after the way she had treated you over the last week, you still wanted to give her some sort of sign that things between you were ok. Saying it didn’t feel like quite enough to show how thankful you were.

Your mom looked up at you as you walked over to her and held out your arms. She allowed herself a small smile as she stood up and wrapped her arms around you, holding you tightly.

“I love you, sweetheart,” she said.

“I love you too, Mom.”

When she finally let go of you, you called Percy and took the stairs up to your room two at a time, unable to keep the smile off of your face.

[yoon-kooks]

Witch Hazel- Pt.4

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: none

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: my hope is that the idol industry can one day become a safer place for those who have dedicated their lives to making others happy ❤️

-

“Let me guess, you’re the type who needs to feel needed but also pushes people away?”

“How would you know that, Bunny Boy?”

“It’s my power.”

“You have powers too?” Snow blinks her pretty blue eyes. “Can you read minds?”

“I certainly can’t read minds,” Bunny Boy laughs. “But I am pretty good at reading hearts.”

“Oh yeah? What’s my heart feeling right now?”

“Well for starters, you seem to be annoyed by me prying too deep.”

“You are annoying.”

“And you also think I’m kinda cute.”

“I do not!”

You giggle into your phone screen for the hundredth time as you read through the latest Witch Hazel update. With the reveal of another character with secret powers, you wonder what Snow will make out of him. A friend? An ally? Or perhaps just someone who gets her.

Beneath the last comic panel of Snow rolling her eyes at the unofficially named Bunny Boy, you find cute little comments from the author.

“all i hope is for snow to take care of herself during this hiatus”

“even if it’s only a tiny amount, maybe witch hazel can help supplement as new snow content for now;;;;;;”

“ah i didnt mean to sound as if i were anywhere near snow’s level or anything;;;;;;”

“i just hope she knows she doesnt have to carry any burden all on her own”

“she has people on her side”

Your face doesn’t know whether to smile or shed tears, so you do a combination of both. It’s true, you’ve always felt alone. Always. No matter how many staff members it takes to produce an album or how many fans buy that album, you’ve never once felt that people could look beyond your idol music, your icy eyes, your mask.

But that’s exactly why you’re taking a break. You need to separate your worth from the music attached to your name. You need to prove to yourself that you’re more than what the critics and magazines say. And you’re only realizing it now that you can’t do it alone.

If only you had your own jk.seagull in your life. You’re sure the two of you would mesh well together.

-

“Where is that kid?” Taehyung pats the empty seat next to him before class starts. “He never skips class. I remember one time he literally rejected a date with a super cute girl because he ‘had to get to class’. Can you believe that?”

“Knowing Jungkook, I’d believe it,” you shrug. It does feel oddly empty without his presence, though.

“Oh really? You know all there is to know about the mysterious phenomenon that is Jeon Jungkook? It sounds like you guys got real acquainted on that date the other day.”

“It wasn’t a date, Taehyung. It was a meeting for a group project that you didn’t show up to.”

“Well it all evens out since Jungkook didn't show up today. Who knows, maybe you won’t show up tomorrow.”

“I’m sure he has a good reason for being absent. Unlike you.” You have to admit, it does worry you a little. Especially after the hints of doubt Jungkook expressed about his own beautiful art. You wish he knew how amazing of an artist he really is.

“What are you talking about? My reason was valid.”

“Having your cock sucked for five hours straight is not a valid reason, by the way.” You roll your eyes. “Let me guess, today you have a threesome scheduled after class and dinner date at 5?”

“Ouch, you don’t have to be so harsh, Y/N.” Taehyung pretends to be offended, but he doesn’t deny your comment either. “You’re really his type, you know.”

“I’m whose type?”

“Jungkook’s.”

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

“I’ve said this before, but you’re a lot like Snow.”

“How?”

“In how you present yourself,” Taehyung says. “You and her both come across as cold and heartless, but somehow I don’t buy it.” He doesn’t buy what? That you’re just as much of a bitch on the inside too? Ha.

“Jungkook must have weird taste then,” you shrug. Because in your opinion, you’re not exactly an easy person to love.

“But-” Taehyung is cut off by the professor starting class. You don’t know what more he could’ve said to make you change your mind anyway.

“There won’t be any lecture for today’s class.” Your professor is busy typing away at her computer, perhaps trying to get caught up on paperwork and grading old assignments. “Instead, I want you all to take this time to work on your group projects. You may leave the classroom if you must, but remember to stay on task!”

With that, your classmates jam out of the room as if they were just freed from prison. You hear a couple of friends deciding which boba place to try out. Another group, the overachievers of the class, head somewhere outside to actually work on the project. Taehyung, too, looks as if there’s somewhere else he needs to be.

“So I-”

“Go ahead and get laid,” you sigh, shooing the boy away with your hand. “We’ll work next time when all three of us are here.”

“Thanks, Y/N! You get me,” Taehyung waves bye before dashing off.

You wave back as the hall clears out around you. It seems everyone else has found somewhere to go. Everyone except you.

But it’s fine. You’re fine.

Buzz! You jump at the sudden phone notification that seems to echo off the walls of the empty hall. Oh look, it’s a text from your only friend.

10:32AM jinnie❤️ “good morning ^O^// just checking in on you”

10:33AM jinnie❤️ “how are you holding up with everything?”

“I’m fine!” you mumble rather aggressively to yourself, sliding your ass down onto the filthy hallway floor before texting back. Your chunky guitar case sits in your lap like a baby so it doesn’t get dirty.

10:34AM Y/N “i miss seeing you at work everyday :((((”

10:34AM Y/N “lololololol jk”

10:35AM Y/N “fuck work, am i right”

10:36AM jinnie❤️ “Y/N”

10:37AM Y/N “😒”

10:37AM Y/N “im fine”

10:38AM jinnie❤️ “thats exactly what people say when theyre not fine”

But you are fine. You’re completely fine with sitting all alone in an empty hallway, texting your only friend who also happens to be your manager.

10:39AM jinnie❤️ “what are you doing now?”

You pick up your guitar and start walking away. Obviously, you can’t tell him what you were actually doing because it would worry him too much. But you can’t lie to him either.

10:41AM Y/N “if you really must know”

You wait until you arrive at your new location before answering Seokjin’s million-dollar question. You’ve found your place.

10:45AM Y/N “im practicing in the music room before my theory class starts”

He sends you the Surprised Pikachu meme but also a few supportive comments.

10:46AM jinnie❤️ “good luck!”

10:46AM jinnie❤️ “and if you ever need something, please reach out to me!”

10:47AM jinnie❤️ “ill be checking in on you every now and then, but please enjoy your time off~”

10:48AM Y/N “thank you seokjin”

With your manager off your back, you settle into the empty music classroom and pull your trusty guitar out of its case. The flat and out of tune strings remind you of how long it’s been since the last time you touched the guitar. Because despite carrying it around wherever you go, it’s all for show.

In all honesty, you’re too afraid to let others hear, and yet, part of you wants them to know. You want them to know you’re an artist in your own right—without the judgment. But that’s asking for too much from this cruel world. Especially when you know you aren’t there yet.

One by one, you turn the pegs on your guitar, fine tuning each string by ear. That’s always been your secret talent, and maybe that’s how you’ve never been off-key since the moment you said your first words. If there was one thing you had going for you as an idol, it was that.

Once all the strings are tuned, you just sit there, staring at your fingers curved naturally in the C chord position. The muscle memory is still very much ingrained in you, but so are the scars. The last time you actually held your guitar, you were told you weren’t good enough. So you ended up settling for something else.

Today, however, you want to change that. You shouldn’t let several people’s opinions determine what you can or can’t amount to just because they were the professionals of the industry who supposedly “knew” what they were doing. They didn’t know you then, and they certainly don’t know you now. They don’t even know your real name.

But that’s okay. Having a secret identity makes you feel as though you can someday become a true superhero, someone who makes the world a better place from behind the scenes. In that sense, you want to be someone like your current favorite person on the internet, jk.seagull. You don’t know him, nor do you know his real name.

All you know is that his craft makes you happy.

With the funny fanfic boy in mind, you glance up to make sure the coast is clear before taking your first strum. Despite the dullness of your old worn-out strings, what your ears hear is crisp and bright.

-

You aren’t sure how much time has passed since you began singing along to a melody only you know, but you’re suddenly pulled back into reality with a single mention of her from outside the classroom.

“What do you think about the Snow news?”

“It’s honestly sad.”

“With how little she contributes to her music, I really don’t think she deserves a break.”

“She should just keep going. How hard is it to sing a few songs? I hope she knows she’s letting a lot of people down just so she could relax.”

“Or better yet, she should just retire early.”

You set down your guitar on the piano bench. You’ve heard quite enough and you’re ready to slam the door on the noisy group passing by. But by the time you peek your head out from the crack, the group is already at the other end of the hall. You do, however, find a surprise sitting right outside the music room.

The boy who was supposedly too sick to come to class is too busy sketching away to notice you staring at him.

“How long have you been sitting out here?”

The tiny hairs on the back of the boy’s neck stand up as his drawing hand freezes at the sound of your voice. He turns around, looking up at you as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“Since I started sketching.” Jungkook shows you a simple yet pretty drawing of a flowery spring field. By his art standards, it couldn’t have taken him long to draw that one page.

But it isn’t until you start flipping through the rest of the pages in the sketchbook that you realize he’d been sitting there for quite a while. Each page is similar to the last with only slight differences in between. When you fly through the pages like a flipbook, you see the whole picture.

From the first sketch of spring flowers, snow slowly covers the field until only a single flower remains in a winter wonderland. If you go in reverse, you can watch as the snow melts away until that one flower disappears amongst its brethren.

“What kind of flower is that?” You point to the one that somehow managed to blossom through the thickness of the snow. Maybe if it were colored in, you’d have a better idea.

“A strong one?” Jungkook shrugs as if he’s not the artist who knows the the answer. You hate yourself for cackling along at his lousy joke. He closes his sketchbook as a way to change the subject. “Why aren’t you in class?”

“Funny you should ask. The professor dismissed our class to work on the group projects. And then Tae ditched to go do his usual skirt-chasing shenanigans because somebody in our group didn’t show up.”

“Sorry,” the boy bites his lower lip with a hint of regret. “I didn’t really feel well enough to sit in class today.”

“Then why didn’t you just stay at home?”

“I still had this project to turn in and finish for my other class.” He raises his sketchbook. “And besides, music is the best medicine.”

You feel your cheeks burning up. The last person you expected to catch you messing around with your guitar in the music department was the art student who was supposed to be out sick. “How much did you hear…?”

“All I heard was one song…” He assures you for a slight second before going in for the kill, “…that you kept replaying over and over and over-”

“I get it. You heard a lot,” you hiss. “You better not tell anyone! Not even Tae.”

“I won’t,” he promises, chuckling at your distress. It seems the kid’s gotten comfortable enough around you to start clowning you. “It’s a nice song, by the way.”

“Really?” You want to believe him, but you have a hard time doing so. When all you’ve heard was brutal criticism for the past few years, it’s difficult to accept any compliment without feeling like there’s ill intent behind it. It feels wrong to feel good about yourself.

Besides, maybe he’s just complimenting you out of obligation. Like he’s trying to be nice, even if he doesn’t actually feel that way about your song.

“I’ll burden the pain so you don’t have to,” he says.

“What?”

“That’s a line from the lyrics, right?”

You nod.

“It’s a very Y/N thing to say.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jungkook shrugs and swirls his Sailor Venus keychain around his index finger. “Just take it as a compliment, Y/N.”

If not for his soft teasing smile, your mind would still be filled with doubt. Instead, you accept the compliment and gain a tiny bit of confidence back.

“Come in for a second,” you start walking back inside the music room. “And close the door behind you.”

Jungkook does as he’s told, his eyes glued to your guitar as you pick it up off the piano bench. There, you do something you’ve never practiced but had always hoped to perform as Snow—your own acoustic version of one of your songs.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve never practiced or touched your guitar in years. You know the key, the chords, the strum pattern. And you know how to make it your own. Not Snow’s or anyone else’s.

When you’re done with your mini acoustic performance, the boy can’t help but chuckle. He’s about to clown you again. You can feel it.

“What??”

“It’s nothing.”

“Jungkook.”

“It’s seems like you don’t hate Snow as much as you lead on.”

“I was only trying to show how I would’ve done the song if I were her.”

“Ah, so you criticize Snow so much because you think you can do better?”

“Not necessarily better… just differently.” You hope that answer is enough to satisfy the boy. But it’s not. He only nods with an awfully suspicious smirk. “What now??”

“It’s cool that you want to be a songwriter.”

“I never said that I did,” you say with a slight pout and hmph. You’ve never once mentioned your true dreams to anyone besides maybe some random kid at camp when you were ten. You’d hate to announce your bold aspirations with the utmost confidence, only to flop and fail before achieving anything. You’d rather keep it a secret until you perhaps “pop-off” as the kids say.

“Sure.” He doesn’t believe you.

“Are you always this sassy when you’re sick?”

His long locks flow as he shakes his head. “I’m feeling better now, actually. Thanks to your medicine.”

Maybe the kid was faking his sickness all along. Then again, Taehyung did say Jungkook wasn’t the type to skip class under most circumstances. Perhaps there was something else that was bothering him.

“Wait, you weren’t upset about Snow’s hiatus, right?” You remember the gossip from the noisy group that had passed by earlier. The beating you took from their words still stings.

“To be honest, I was worried about her at first with everything that went on,” Jungkook says. “But I think she probably just needed some time away from all that.”

“Probably,” is all you say, doing your best to downplay the amount of relief his words gave you. He isn’t upset or let down; he just wishes the best for your well-being. And as an idol, that’s all you’ve ever asked for. “You know, you’re the nicest Snow fan I’ve ever met.”

“You know a lot of other Snow fans?” Jungkook tilts his head at your odd statement. Oh right. You’ve only really met other fans as Snow, not as Y/N. Now you sound suspicious.

“Oh yeah, for sure. My friend, Seokjin, reads Snow smut all the time,” you force out a laugh while making a mental apology to your manager. Then you decide it’s best to change the subject before you blow your cover. “Speaking of fanfiction, I need your opinion on Witch Hazel!”

“What about it?”

“The new bunny character.” You whip out your phone for direct reference of the comic. “He’s funny, right?”

“He’s good at teasing Snow,” Jungkook looks at your phone screen of the bunny saying that Snow thinks he’s cute. “I wonder if he’ll make her fall for him.”

“I want him to.” Your eyes light up without knowing. To have Snow fall in love is wishful thinking, but a large part of you craves romance deep down—even if it’s only for the fictional version of yourself. “But at the same time, he’s not Snow’s type.”

“What’s Snow’s type?”

“Huh?” You somehow managed to fuck up again, so you shrink yourself and hope to disappear. “I don’t know… Why would I know what Snow’s type is…? It’s probably not a playboy like the bunny, but I wouldn’t know that…!”

“So you think she’d like someone more… considerate?”

You nod. “Probably just someone who takes the time to get to know her.”

“I guess we’ll see in the upcoming chapters.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You can’t quite hold back a smile. After all, your day always feels a lot better when it involves your favorite little comic.

Jungkook must’ve noticed your face because he makes a comment. “I am curious, though, as to why you like Witch Hazel so much when you clearly don’t care for Snow herself.”

“For me, it has nothing to do with Snow.” To mask your smile, you make a cute duck face instead. “Reading it just… makes me happy.” As much as you’d hate to admit it, it’s been a long time since anything has given you good vibes the way that one comic does.

“That’s good,” the boy says, gathering his things to head to his next class. “It’s the same for me with Snow’s music… in case you were wondering.” And with that, he leaves you with something to think about.

If Snow’s music is Jungkook’s medicine, Witch Hazel is yours.

-

By the time you get home from school, you’re still smiling like an idiot after what Jungkook had said. Snow’s music makes him happy, and the mere thought of that makes you happy. It’s in (very rare) times like this that you remember why you chose to become an idol in the first place. It’s why you endure the pain.

With your mind clouded in an unfamiliar wave of emotion, you pull out your phone and tap on Jungkook’s contact information. After changing his contact name to something cuter, you start composing a casual message just to say hi.

Jungkook. What if I told you a secret?

Delete. You’ve never deleted a message so quick. You don’t even know which secret you would’ve told the boy. That you’re his crush, Snow? Or that he’s yours? Not that you have a huge crush on him… You swear it’s just a tiny one!

Regardless, you shouldn’t be sharing any of your deepest secrets with him—at least not for now. It’s not that you don’t trust him. It’s just that it’s a tricky situation to be in.

Your eyes move from your guitar, to the stacks of handwritten sheet music beside it, to the album that won you your first award—where the pain all began. Even the most supportive fan could not imagine what you’ve given up to be the idol that you are, to be someone with a name.

The only thing you can do now is take it all back. And only then will you let Jungkook in. But until that time comes, you don’t belong to him or anyone else.

4:44PM Snow “Are you free to talk?”

4:46PM Jimin “Yeah”

[bookworlders]

the wedding date - chapter 8

percabeth fake dating!au based on The Wedding Date movie

part 1 | FFnet | ao3 

note: this story contains adult content :) 

Annabeth woke up alone.

And sore. She stretched and her muscles ached in protest. The light streaming in through the windows of Cabin 3 brought attention to the pounding in her head in addition to her sore muscles. Annabeth suddenly remembered why — actually more like two, three, and an earth-shattering fourth reason why her body ached so much this morning.

---

It was the briefest of post-hook up naps. Annabeth bristled as Percy roused her awake with light kisses up her jaw.

“Wake up, sleepy head. I don’t think you want to sleep on a stable floor, especially with those dance lessons in the morning.”

Annabeth tugged one of the tangled flannel blankets tighter around them, enjoying Percy’s warm weight on top of her, “Hm, someone’s been paying studying Leo’s itinerary.”

“I never thought I’d meet someone who can turn me on by saying the word ‘itinerary.’”

Annabeth grinned, rolling them over so she was on top of Percy. The blanket slipped down her back and she shivered when the chilled air in the stables hit her bare skin. She kissed him deeply, hands threading into his hair. She couldn’t tell if she was still buzzed from the bachelorette party or drunk off Percy. She only pulled away when her lungs were screaming for air. She stared at him.

“What?” Percy asked, “Why did you stop?”

Annabeth settled her hands on his chest, “Is this too much like prostitution? It feels like prostitution to me. I feel like I’m sexually harassing you, with the whole I’m paying you situation.”

“Trust me,” Percy replied between kisses on her neck, “I’m only doing what I want to do. Also, you’re the drunk one.”

“I’m not that drunk. Anymore.” Annabeth added.

“Good, because since you are paying me, let’s just say this is, uh, an intimacy charge. And it’s on the house,” Percy suggested, resuming kissing her. Annabeth obliged.

They gathered their clothes that they could find (Annabeth’s bra was lost to the stables forever) and stumbled half-clothed back to Cabin 3. Annabeth swore she saw Will sneaking into Cabin 13.

---

Her sore body alongside the pillows and blankets strewn all over the Cabin made sense if Annabeth’s recollection was correct. She and Percy had barely slept last night.

But Percy’s side of the bed was empty. She sat up, searching for her clothes in the bedding. She found her camp shirt hanging off the bedpost, but it was, shall we say, quite rumpled after their late-night escapades. She settled on a casual sundress that was at the top of her suitcase. Annabeth heard the rumble of Percy’s low voice outside, noticing the screen door of the cabin was propped open. She slipped on some flip flops and peeked her head out the door.

“Yeah, the wedding’s on Sunday. I’ll be back in the city by Monday morning.”

Percy was on the phone. “It’s going pretty great actually. We had a lot of fun last night, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled, switching ears. “Yeah, her friends are pretty cool. No, I don’t think they realize.”

Last Annabeth checked, none of Percy’s friends new about their arrangement, even their mutual ones like Rachel. Annabeth’s face flamed.

“I’m her plus one. Good work experience. Haha. I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms as she waited for Percy to notice her standing out on the porch with him. Percy ended the call as he turned around and noticed her.

“Oh, hey, morning,” he said, an adorable grin sliding onto his face when he saw her. She was not amused.

“What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, that was just—”

“Who are you blabbing to about our arrangement?” Annabeth lowered her voice, looking around the circle of cabins. It was still early enough that no one was milling about yet, but she pulled Percy back into Cabin 3, regardless, and slammed the door.

“Annabeth–“

“We sleep together once and you’re going on to the world about how I’m paying you to be my wedding date? I can’t believe you told someone! I am paying you to be discreet and this is not discreet.” She marched over to their bedside table, wrenching the drawer open a tossing a thick envelope at Percy, “There’s your fucking intimacy charge.”

Percy frowned, glancing at the cash inside the envelope, “What the hell is this? Well, now you are treating me like some kind of prostitute, if that was what you’re worried about.” He tossed the envelope onto their bed, “For your information, that was my roommate who thinks I’m at a wedding with a girl I’m dating. For real.”

Annabeth scoffed, “’Good work experience,’ ‘my friends don’t realize’?”

“My roommate and I were cast in As You Like It at Shakespeare in the Park! And I told him I don’t think your friends have realized that I’ve never been to a wedding before. It’s like you want this whole thing to fail. I have no stake in this wedding except to be here for you!”

Annabeth was about to retort when their door flung open and Piper barged in, “Oh, thank gods you two are awake! It’s time for the dance lesson, let’s go!”

Annabeth, arms still crossed and exasperated, muttered, “Piper, we’re in the middle of something.”

“You can finish up your something at dance class.”

“Come on, Pipes, I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.”

Piper shrugged, “Well, you should have gotten up earlier, Chase. She grabbed Annabeth’s arm. “Oh, Percy, you’re coming too. Nico’s super hungover and hasn’t stopped throwing up and Annabeth is gonna need a dance partner.”

---

Annabeth was fuming, arms crossed and refusing to look Percy in the eye. Percy was also fuming, however she could feel him glaring at her head.

The rest of the wedding party were gathered in a makeshift dance studio in Cabin 7. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were going to join Piper and Jason after their first dance and open up the dance floor to everyone. Jason insisted on the wedding party taking a dance lesson from his sister, Kayla.

The bunks in Cabin 11 had been pushed aside to make a clear dance floor in the middle and the cabin’s décor had mirrors and bars along the walls already. Kayla had partnered them off and positioned them around the room — Piper and Jason, Reyna and Leo, Frank and Hazel, Thalia and Luke, and Annabeth with Percy as Nico’s stand-in, and Drew with Will who was standing in for Dakota, Jason’s friend from California who wasn’t flying in until tonight for the rehearsal dinner.

Kayla clasped her hands together, “Alright, everyone! We’re going to learn some ballroom basics so you guys can waltz to Piper and Jason’s wedding song. What is it again, guys?”

Jason beamed. Annabeth had heard them arguing about their first dance song for months, and it was clear that Jason had won. Piper rolled her eyes, “Tell her, Grace.”

“Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers,” Jason announced to the room.

“Only the whitest song in the world,” grumbled Piper.

“It’s the song that inspired Lover by Taylor Swift and since you wouldn’t let me choose that-”

“Let’s get started!” Kayla cut them off, thankfully. Annabeth could sense a fight starting if they continued. Taylor Swift was a soft spot for Jason. “First, we need to learn how to do a proper basic hold. That will be our base. Gentlemen, lightly take your partner’s right hand.”

The only thing that gave away that Annabeth had heard Kayla was the sharp exhalation through her nostrils. When Annabeth didn’t uncross her arms, Percy rolled his eyes, prying her right hand and taking it in his own.

“Now ladies, left hand slightly below your partner’s shoulder, and guys, right hand on her back. The holds should be very light,” Kayla continued.

“You’re gonna have to look at me for this to work, Annabeth,” Percy muttered, settling his hand on her back. “I don’t even understand why your still mad. I haven’t told anyone anything.”

“Shut up,” Annabeth hissed under breath, bringing her hand up to his shoulder, “I don’t want anyone to hear anything.”

Kayla was circulating the room, correcting each pairs hold. “Ooh, Annabeth, loosen up. You’re so tense. You don’t want to restrain Percy.”

Percy smirked, “You did last night.” He whispered in her ear.

Annabeth’s mouth gaped open. She stomped on his foot.

“That hurt, you’re being so childish,” Percy whined.

“What’s childish was your little kiss and tell stunt this morning.”

Kayla continued on teaching them the basic steps and counting, Percy and Annabeth bickering with each box step. They were actually pretty good at it. They were the first couple to nail down reverse and natural turns in the waltz, while most of the other pairs were struggling with who was leading.

“For the last time, Annabeth,” Percy said, spinning her, “I haven’t told anyone anything. Just believe me.”

Annabeth met him with silence, even refusing to look at him as he dipped her. Percy met her silent treatment in stride with their waltz.

“I’m surprised you’re actually letting me lead,” Percy said, moving them across the Cabin floor in time with the classical music Kayla had put on through the speaker, “I wouldn’t pin you as someone who lets other people take control after last night.” He guided them away from Thalia and Luke whose shoelaces had somehow ended up twisted together. Kayla was trying to unknot them.

“You don’t even know me, Percy,” Annabeth rolled her eyes.

“I know a lot more than most now.”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t want you spreading things around!”

“I haven’t said anything to anyone! Seriously, you just woke up ready to be pissed at me, didn’t you?”

“Might be because I woke up alone-”

“Hey, you two,” Kayla said, walking over to them after helping Piper and Jason with their counts, “Your turns look great, but I think I need to review the steps with the others a couple more times.”

Annabeth glanced over to where Hazel and Frank were struggling with their waltz. It may be that one of Frank’s strides were double of Hazel’s, “Fine. I could use a break anyway.” She dropped Percy’s grasp and strode to the other room in the cabin where Piper had set up drinks and snacks.

Percy followed her, scooching past Drew and Will who seemed to be tango-ing rather than waltzing and Reyna who was most definitely the one leading Leo around the cabin, “You can’t be mad at me forever, Annabeth. I’m not sure Nico will be able to deal with you stepping on his foot every five seconds.”

“Will you just quit it already?” Annabeth roughly twisting the cap off a water bottle off.

“You weren’t saying that last night.”

Annabeth choked on the water she was gulping down. She coughed, “You’re so goddamn frustrating!” She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and threw her hair up into a tight ponytail.

“Uh, Annabeth—”

“What! What now, Percy?”

“You, um,” he motioned to his own neck, flushing. Annabeth had a huge, purpling hickey above her collarbone.

Annabeth’s eyes narrowed. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, turning on the camera to view the evidence of her drunken tryst. She gasped. Percy swore she was exhaling steam from her nostrils, “Percy!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Look what you’ve done!

“Hey, you weren’t complaining last night!”

“The wedding is tomorrow-”

“Hey, you guys?” Kayla called out, peeking her head around the corner.

Annabeth tugged her hair back out of the ponytail, effectively hiding her hickey, “Hey, sorry, we’ll be back out there in a sec.”

“Actually, I think I’ll be a little while longer with everyone else. You guys can leave, though, you did great! I’ll see you at the rehearsal dinner tonight.”

“Oh,” Annabeth said. “Okay.”  

Percy followed her back out into the main room of the cabin. Kayla’s dance lessons had since descended into further madness. Reyna and Leo had given up. Drew was in tears. Nico had finally shown up looking more gaunt than usual, and Will was yelling at him. Hazel seemed to nursing a bruised toe. Frank was fumbling with an ice pack and paper towels. Percy winced, he would not want a guy the size of Frank stomping around anywhere near his feet. And Piper and Jason were arguing in the corner with Kayla.

“Tell him, Kayla! We can’t waltz to Lover by Taylor Swift!”

“Actually-”

“It’s more waltzable than an Indie crap you want us to dance to!”

“Indie crap? What the hell did you just say to me, Sparky?”

Percy quickly followed Annabeth out of the cabin, he did not want to witness that argument. She stalked ahead, not bothering to wait up.

“Annabeth!” Percy sped up to meet her stride. She didn’t acknowledge him as she beelined back to Cabin 3. She pushed open the door, letting it swing back on Percy. He rolled his eyes, following her into the Cabin. “Annabeth, come on.”

She finally turned to face him. With the look on her face, he wasn’t sure if she was going to punch him or-

“What are you doing?” Percy pulled away after returning Annabeth’s fierce kiss.

Annabeth pulled her hair into a ponytail, exposing the hickey on her neck, “Getting you back.”

[fmdxsujiarchive]

summary: a little word play, a reminder of her age, and the longing to reach higher  date: sometime in april word count: 1,427 words, excluding lyrics + a short explanation i included about the translation of the lyrics notes: creative claims (full lyrics & composition) verification self-para for 26! 

“have you ever considered rock before?”

suji’s obviously taken back by the question because no, she has never considered rock as a genre that she’d sing or even create. to her, rock appeared as a genre that was so far out of her line of interest that she hadn’t given a single thought to it. she imagines black leather and heavy electric guitar sounds along with a loud drum accompaniment. if she were asked to produce a rock song, perhaps she could from these elements that she knows of, but she does not think she would ever write one for herself. 

“i’m not talking like KISS level rock, but you know buzz is a rock group as well, right? or at least they started out as a rock group. there’s rock ballad, pop rock, and so on. your songs are all too slow, suji-yah. i think your fans might enjoy a one or two uptempo songs, don’t you think?” 

she wanted to argue that ballads were her forte, and those slow songs that the in-house producer was commenting on was what helped her gain her fans in the first place. “but i did write you and i, didn’t i?” she brings up her last title track which was also a self-composed song in hopes that it’d convince him that not all her songs are mellow. 

he hums in his chair before leaning his head back onto the headrest. “i guess, but that’s still a little r&b inspired, don’t you think? i just want you to expand your genres, that’s all. i think an upbeat pop rock song might fit well into the album.” and with that last suggestion, he tells her that he needs to go attend a meeting, leaving her to drown in her own thoughts, and his words popping up in her mind constantly.

— // —

for some reason, the producer’s words haven’t left her mind since she last saw him, and so she decided to look up rock songs. after a youtube search of “pop rock”, suji’s left with a newfound appreciation for the genre. now, it didn’t seem completely impossible for her to venture into that direction, and so she sat down and started to think of a way she can incorporate her own sound along with the new genre that she has discovered. 

the first question that came to her mind was what aspect of her music do her fans love the most? usually when she asks that at fansigns or through social network, the answers vary tremendously. however, the general consensus seems to be that they like hearing her personal stories being told through songs. though she doesn’t like to admit it, most of suji’s songs do indeed come from her own experience. whether it’s the feelings that she felt while watching a drama or movie, her relationship with her family and friends, the love that comes with the job she holds, and so on. there’s not a single song that she’s written that didn’t have a drop of personal touch in them. 

and so she once again starts to write about the thoughts and emotions she holds at the moment. suji looks at her phone to check the time. it’s 12:27pm, and she can’t help but laugh because her fans would refer to the time as 수지시 (suji time). a stan lingo that she learned that fans use on the time that coincides with their artist’s birthday. she doesn’t fully understand how it started, but she thinks it’s cute. all it does for her is remind her how old she is. 

twenty-six. it’s an ambiguous age for suji. she’s heard from rude people about how a girl starts being considered old or less beautiful the moment she passes twenty-five. it’s ridiculous, and she does her best to ignore such comments, but she can’t help wonder where that absurd saying came from. twenty-six is still a perfectly young age where women can start their lives or perhaps discover something new about themselves. 

twenty-six is an age where women can still fly. 

she scribbles down 26 and repeats it to herself a few times. two and six. ee and yook (note: ways to pronounce the numbers in korean). suji realizes that it kind of sounds like 이륙 (note: ee-ryuk, used when airplanes are taking off; can mean to fly). 

it’s when it hits her. 

afterwards, the lyrics come out almost instantly. the urge to push women to fly and fight against the common misconception that twenty-six is an old age. suji’s living proof that people can thrive at this “old” age. here she is still discovering herself, trying out new things and navigating through the world in search of her true self. fuck anybody who tries to tell her or any other woman otherwise. 

slowly i count the numbers backwards i’m going to take my leave now i’ll get away from you into the distance now, i’ll say goodbye to this star

the play on numbers and on her age can be considered silly and cheesy, but she’s so motivated to show that there’s still a world of exploration out there for people her age. suji knows that most of the audience for her solo music are either around her age or even older, and so she hopes that this can be a form of encouragement or comfort to those struggling young adults who need a place to turn to.

goodbye bye, i’m telling you goodbye i’m going to that far away place i love if i happen to hear your name again i’ll try my best to smile vaguely

i jump up once again at the end of the world pass the hills, to the other side i fly

— // —

the lyrics must have been too easy because suji finds herself struggling with composing a new genre. the melody lines need to progress a little faster, and she needs to make sure that the song doesn’t bore out in the middle from its faster tempo. she’s not sure how to moderate the speed of the song because she’s so used to builds and rises in ballads that are much easier to incorporate. usually, all it takes is a final bridge that’s a little different and a few powerful adlibs in order to differentiate the multiple parts of the song. 

the best that she can do is continue to go back to listening to pop rock songs on the internet, trying her best to find the inspiration to compose her own. first, she just boosts the tempo from her usual slow beat. then like most of her songs, the melody of the chorus comes first. she imagines the same airplane that she had in mind back when she was writing the lyrics and tries to characterize an airplane taking off into the melody line. 

she throws away all the preconceived notions that she has of pop rock and just starts out on a blank slate. what she’s trying to do is incorporate her own style into this new genre so she decides that starting out slow isn’t a completely bad idea. she scraps everything and just starts from the start. she thinks it’ll be better to build it up.

the airplane is back in her mind, and she tries to imagine the anticipation and nervousness that someone may hold when they first board an airplane. what if this is someone’s first ever flight? they’re probably unsure of what to do or staring out the window because they don’t know when the next time they see land so clearly will be. 

the drum beat gets laid out first, and then she adds a few more sides that express the fluttering of the stomach or the beat of the heart that slowly beats faster. she decides to leave out the electric guitar until the first chorus hits because that’s when the take off will be. the drum beat becomes more energetic around the chorus as well, and that’s when she knows that her verse and chorus melody and composition sounds just as she wants it. 

it’s a repeat from there. back to the mellow beat because now the airplane is soaring peacefully through the sky. the leap has been made. the bridge isn’t too different from the chorus, but she thinks an electrical guitar solo will be the cherry on top. it symbolizes the airplane coming back down to land. the moments before someone’s about to walk on new land; a place that they’ve only been dreaming of but scared to explore. 

when she later shows off the finishing product to the same in-house producer that had suggest rock, he gives her a pat on the back. “this is exactly the sound that i was expecting from you.” the compliment takes her by surprise, and she feels like she’s taken one step forward by exploring this new genre. it’s completely different from any other song that she’s written before which makes her wonder if it’ll make the cut for her album or not, but she’s just proud that she took this next step.

she’s proud that she boarded on a new flight.

[depressed-lemonn]

Gerard way smut

Gerard way x reader smut

In this smut, Gerard is a sexy priest (like that photo shoot) and he finds your sinful journal and think you should be punished

Warnings - Smut, Priest (NOT BEING OFFENSIVE TO PRIESTS) rough sex? Daddy kink, princess kink. Unprotected sex. That’s it, I think?

A/N : FIRST SMUT SORRY IF ITS AWFUL

•

I was looking through my phone during mass since my parents dragged me here because they thought I needed more God in my life. They say this because my music taste is ‘satanic’ and ‘unholy’. I couldn’t complain though, our priest was unreasonably hot.

I have written countless amounts of sexual fantasies in my ‘journal’, which is basically my secret word for sex stories. I would write of how good it would feel to have his long pale fingers roam my body, whispering sweet sinful things in my ear. But, I know it could never happen, his a man of ‘God’.

As I was scrolling through Instagram, I felt my phone buzz and saw a text message from my best friend B/F/N.

B/F/N

Hey wassah?

YOU

Nm, just forced to sit in church, mom says I need more Jesus in my life 🙄

B/F/N

But isn’t Father Way the priest of that church, your always talking about what you would love him to do to you 😏

YOU

shut up, anyway, I’ll text you a bit later.

B/F/N

Ok bye, MISSING YOU ALREADY BOO 😂

You shut off your phone and try to pay attention to what’s happening in mass, but I’m always zoning out and staring right at Father Way, thinking of new scenarios to put in my journal. Jesus, no wonder my mom thinks I need Jesus.

*Time skip*

After mass I’m trying to rush out the door, but Father Way stops me by grabbing onto my shoulder. DAMN YOU JESUS.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, Father Way?” I turn to the attractive priest and try to hide the fact I’m slowly getting wet in my underwear (I’m not saying panties, it’s a weird word)

“You dropped something, and I want to see you in my office straight away” He gave me a serious look that only made the puddle grow in my pants. Please don’t notice, please don’t notice.

“Ok Father, what exactly did I drop exactly?”

He held up my journal, I could tell the colour drained from my face.

“This” He smirked at me.

“Let me just text my mom that I’m going to be for - how long am I staying?”

“Four hours”

Four hours? Over a journal?

“Ok?”

I quickly texted my mom saying I was going to be with Father Way for 4 hours and I would walk home before following Father Way into his office. He sat at his desk and motioned for me to sit. I did.

“Y/N, I have read through this journal, and what I found was disturbing” He held my journal in his left hand and looked me straight in the eyes.

I stood up, “You had no right to go through my things” I raised my voice ever so slightly.

“Hush, Y/N, I know how you have, lusted for me”

I sat back down, and kept my mouth shut in fear of what he would do.

“And, I must confess, after reading this” he held up my journal again “I would love to give you something accurate to right on”

My eyes widened, I knew what he was suggesting, but he was a priest? But his so hot...

“What are you suggesting Father?” I gulped

He rose from his chair and made his way towards me, when he arrived to where I was seated, he placed a hand on each side of me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“You know exactly what I’m suggesting, princess” he bit gently on my earlobe, his hot breath tickling my neck. I bit on my bottom lip.

He quickly shot up and pulled me up with him, grabbing my hand roughly.

“Now princess, strip”

“As you please fath-”

“It’s daddy, princess”

“As you please daddy”

And with that, I slowly stripped myself of my clothing, discarding them in a corner somewhere in the room. I’m not going to lie, I was nervous as this was my first time, but it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Once I was done, Gerard started walking towards me and running his large pale hand over the side of my body.

“So beautiful, yet so slutty”

“Now strip me, princess”

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and when I was done, I slid the fabric from his toned white body and threw it towards where my clothes were previously placed.

I kept eye contact as my hands made their way towards his belt, I slowly unbuckled his black belt and watched as he bit his lip to stop a moan. I just smiled as I knew I was successfully teasing him.

After I slid off his jeans, I started palming his growing bulge through his boxers, watching how he shifts uncomfortably on his desk.

“Fuck princess, such a little tease”

“Only for daddy”

I make sure to keep eye contact and make myself as innocent looking as possible as I dropped to my knees, eye level with his crotch.

“Does daddy want my to suck him off?” I ask him innocently.

“Fuck yeah, princess”

I pull down his boxers and a smile comes to my face when his member springs free, slapping his stomach.

I looked up at him as if asking for permission, to see him staring at me intently, chewing his bottom lip so much I was sure if he kept going, it would bleed.

I took his hard cock in my hands and started pumping him, twisting my wrist in swift motions, I kiss the tip and swirl my tongue in circular motion before taking him all in. I can hear a moan escape his lips, his moan only made me wetter, if that was possible.

What I couldn’t for in my mouth, I used my hands to... ya know

Gerard’s hands found their way to my hair and he started gently tugging as he thrusted his cock deeper into my mouth, I began to feel the need to gag, but I resisted and didn’t mind.

“Princess, I’m gonna- ”

Since I knew he was close, I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at him.

“You really shouldn’t have done that princess” He growled as he grabbed my wrists and forced my to lay on his desk.

“Umm, I’ve never done this bef-” he cut me off with a rough kiss, sparks flew and I forgot what was going on for a moment, but only for a moment.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll be gentle” he smiled at me “do you trust daddy to be gentle?”

“Yes Daddy”

He lined himself to my entrance and slowly slided his throbbing dick inside me, it hurt so much. I could feel tears stinging my eyes.

“Does it hurt?” He sounded concerned and sweet.

“Yeah, but only a bit, you can move if you want” I giggled at the end of my whisper.

And with that he slowly started thrusting in and out of me, after a few thrusts, it didn’t feel painful. I felt more pleasure now than I had in all of my life.

Soon moans were escaping us both making a beautiful melody in the religious air. Skin in skin was my new favourite sound. Every thrust he made, I could feel my walls stretching even more to support his size. Him whispering sweet sins such as ‘so tight’ and ‘so slutty’. Every time he would say things like this I could feel an unfamiliar knot in my stomach building up.

“Daddy I feel something”

“Me too princess, hold it for a minute, for daddy”

I could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier with each passing moment. Fuck I don’t think I could hold it.

“You can let go now princess”

And with that, I let go and felt a wave of pleasure take over my whole form, and I could feel a warm fluid running inside of me.

Gerard and I stayed there breathing heavily for 10 minutes before he pulled out, I winced at the sudden loss.

“Well”

“Well”

We both stared at each other for a few more minutes before Gerard decided to break the silence.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I think I’m in love with you....”

•

A/N - yes, I feel horrible for that cliff hanger. But I just couldn’t think of a better way to end it. Send requests for

• Fall Out Boy

• My Chemical Romance

• Twenty One Pilots

• Panic! At The Disco

Anyway with that, I’ll go, bye

[frozs]

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter - Fic for Kitty Witty

Based on the romance between @thatshipcat and the nice German boy she is currently whatsapping. BUT KAKUZU AND HIDAN STYLE. Unedited and done in a space of five minutes

So in this fic Kakuzu is a German who is in Chile and Kisame is his friend who lives in a villa in Chile and Hidan works in DC doing DC things. Yeah Im not even gonna edit this one 

Kisame is smirking to himself as he texts back his friends, while Kakuzu picks out another avocado to peel. "Why are you always on your phone?" Kisame put his phone down, sharp teeth trying not to bite through his lip as he grinned hard. "Okay... don't get mad at me, ok? I have this friend called Hidan in Washington DC, he's a paralegal for cold murder cases. He's pretty fucking gay. Likes your type. I told him you were coming and he know thinks you and him are married."

Kakuzu frowned. "What?" "Yeah, he's the impulsive type." "Im not impulsive." "No no he likes Germans. Foreigners. You know what I mean. Want a pic?" Kisame, instead of typing into his cracked phone, sent a voice message to Hidan. However, after a few seconds the file was sent and he had to send it again. "Oi, Hidan, show a selfie to Kakuzu." There was a buzz around five minutes later, with the caption 'Took fifty selfies and none of them look great' - instead there was a picture of a young man with silver hair, middle finger up at the camera and tongue out. Kakuzu looked over uninterestedly. "Not my type." "Pfft, you won't believe how much money he makes on the side from his religion." "Oh?" "He's the forefront of Jashinism, you should have his number?" Kakuzu had never heard of Jashinism, but Kisame literally took his phone and typed in Hidan's number into Whatsapp. So then Kakuzu started to talk to Hidan, and Hidan sent a whole heap of poetry. 

You are my bloody love fingerprints smudged with the stains of red A sacrifice that is most great A whisper in the wind of time As your life goes by

"Bloody and romantic."

We'll bath ourselves with blood in the field of poppies in Flanders Where war will break out again for Jashin Kakuzu didn't think it was very poetic. He was more of a Keats fan. Kakuzu needed to go to Peru the next day, and he found that Hidan had sent more slighty creepy poetry. But then he quoted Keats, before rambling on about a murder in DC, and so Kakuzu replied, "I want to kiss you right now."  🙊 - was what he got in return The next week after, Hidan gave Kakuzu a list of vacation dates and they go to Germany together. Kakuzu showed Hidan his mansion, and Hidan wasnt exactly interested in the mansion but more interested in the bloody history of Germany. "Did you actually want to go to Germany to see me, or just wanted to come to look at our history?" Hidan took a while to reply. "Both." And that was it. They made bloody love on the bedsheets of Kakuzu's mansion so great they had to go and get a cleaner in. Then it was time for Hidan to go back to DC where he was back to being a paralegal.  Before he left, he waved one last time before going through the boarding gates. "Wait."  Hidan went up to him, and licked his face, from chin to forehead.  "Bye bitch." THE END

[kaoarika]

I think this is one of the things that went under the radar unless you were VERY, VERY well into some of AnKyou’s seiyuu, especially Itona Horibe’s VA, Ogata Megumi.

This year is the 25th anniversary of her voice acting career, and from time to time, she handles the possibility to do an album of anisong covers from anime she was in. This time, however, the project went to be something different, as many of her international fans were asking of the possibility for an international release, which we all know is kind of difficult due to maaaaaaaany blocks that Japanese record labels and agencies apply to international buyers so the last resort is to import them as the original product, although people as Avex would comment that “well, our product wasn’t meant to be imported in the first place (so we are going to make these things only available in JP with no way to get them, unless...)”. So, Ogata’s project (which was also proposed to her record label, Lantis) went to be a funding project for both sides of her fandom: Japanese fans and international fans.

Similar to a kickstarter, this project went on the supervision of Tokyo Mirai Mode, a sub-division of Tokyo Otaku Mode. And the project reached its goal... and for odd turns of fate, I also went to back it up.

The reason that pushed me besides the possibility to help directly to a seiyuu to fund their projects (and heck, in the production of something) was the stretch goals that it went to have... which is WHY I mention this was REALLY under the radar. The only cover that was featuring a duo that made its announcement rounds in Twitter (and my timeline) was a song between her and Katsuki Masako, since they were Haruka and Michiru in Sailor Moon (song is “Moon Revenge”). Other songs from the stretch goals were a duo between Ogata and Hiyama Nobuyuki from Yu Yu Hakusho (“Taiyou Ga Mata Kagayaku Toki”), a cover from Evangelion: 3.0 You Can (Not) Redo (“Sakuraganashi”)... and Assassination Classroom’s “Bye Bye YESTERDAY”... which features the rest of the Terasaka gang (Kimura Subaru, Saitou Fuuko, Harasawa Touki, and Shimozuma Yoshiyuki). 

So, that was basically my plug to say “YES, I will get this”.

Let alone my bias to Suba, my AnKyou biases are definitely Terasaka and his gang. And having a chance of everyone of them singing together (which was WAY neglected by Avex... understandable, yes... but???) was definitely a “go for it” in my book.

The Animeg. 25th album is widely available in Tokyo Otaku Mode if you want to buy and get it. I basically backed to get this as a reward, but the package will take its time to arrive to my hands, which is kind of sad, but i know for sure that the wait will be worth (*).

...and definitely it is, because yesterday during Subaru’s radio program “BUZZ UP”, he played bits of “Bye Bye YESTERDAY” and... it was AMAZING. Only spoilers I can give are: it IS what it is, not exactly another version of the 3-E no Utatan’s melody... and YES, it features an English rap verse by Suba himself. He sounded EXCITED when he was commenting about the song itself and his senpai’s project to Renaud (his co-host) and to the rest of the listeners, lol. 

Definitely a last hurrah for the Terasaka gang as a whole (especially their seiyuu)... and something that I GREATLY think that Avex and the production committee of the anime wasted as a potential opportunity.

(*) Full disclosure, some of my orders were “suspended” to be shipped to Mexico due to the recent earthquake that hit the center/south parts of the country. As of last week, the shipments were back to normal... but you know... it’s 3-4 weeks from now on until they arrive OTL

Also, I didn’t follow Ogata on Twitter at the time, OTL. I wouldn’t find out that bit of the AnKyou cover... if it WASN’T from the anime PR account.

[yoseicosplay-blog]

You don’t belong here! (8)

Chapter 7

A/N: Hello my fabulous readers. I'm finally able to post chapter 8. Sorry it's been awhile. I'm trying to balance out my job, my relationship, my family life and my writing. I've also been working hard on these cosplays I need to get done by next Wednesday because I have a convention to go to on Thursday. Anyway, here's Chapter 8! On a side note, everything you say in the next few chapters to the boys is in Korean (obviously I'm typing in English but you get the idea). Description: You’re an American going to go visit your favorite kpop group in Seoul! But when you get there, you’re not exactly welcomed with open arms. What happens when Mark and the rest of Got7 notice how those sasaeng fans treat you? Chapter 8 With your hand intertwined with Marks, he pushes open the door of the boys dorm. "Hey guys! We're here!" You yell once you walk through the door.

In seconds you hear loud footsteps and then a chourus of "Y/N's here!" You suddenly are bombarded by a very touchy Jackson and BamBam crush you in a three-way hug.

"H-hey guys." You gasp out, since they had you in a bone crushing grip.

An annoyed Mark pulls off a suddenly sad JackBam. "Yah, stop suffocating my girlfriend!" He grabs you in his arms protectively. You giggle at their antics and say hi to the remaining members who didn't try to kill you with love.

Once seated in the living room between Mark and a very happy Yugyeom, you all start eating. "So, Y/N, how are you liking your job here so far?" Youngjae asks.

"I like it a lot. It's stressful but it's something new and exciting," You say with a mouthful of noodles, making your cheeks look like a chipmunk.

Yugyeom squeals and hugs you tightly. Y/N-ah, aegyo!" He shakes you slightly.

Mark puts an arm around you and pulls you closer to his side. "Yes. Yes she is. And she's mine."

BamBam sticks his tongue out at a seemingly irritated Mark. "Hyung, you can't keep her all to yourself." He whines.

Mark glares at the younger boy. "Yes. Yes I can. I was the one to ask her out and she said yes to me. So she's mine."

Jackson scoffs. “Yah, I bet if I asked her out first, she would have said yes to me.”

Jinyoung shakes his head. “Ani, I’m the bias wrecker. If she would have said yes to anyone, it would have been me.”

You roll your eyes at the group of boys that started bickering, knowing their just trying to tease Mark. Just then you feel your phone buzz, which indicates a text message. You open your message, finding out it’s from JB.

 Leader Jaebum: Y/N, we can meet tomorrow to go over you know what. Same time, same place as always.

You look over at JB, who was looking straight at you and give him a nod. He smiles back in confirmation. Mark notices this exchange, confused. He quickly sneaks a look at the text on your phone. He tilts his head slightly, an eyebrow raised at the words on your screen. He quickly pulls himself together before anyone notices his change of mood. ‘No, there can’t be anything going on. She loves me. She wouldn’t do anything with my best friend...right?”

The rest of the night goes smoothly. The boys tease you and Mark some more and you all play a round of the Mafia game. Once dinner ends, you and Mark say bye to the rest of the boys and head next door to your part of the dorm building. Mark usually sleeps over, since he has a key to your room.

Once inside you turn to Mark. “Okay, what’s up?”

Mark looks at you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend. “You were acting weird all throughout dinner. What’s wrong?”

He just shrugs. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just tired from practice, that’s all.”

You raise an eyebrow, not believing him for a second. But you let the subject go, considering it sounds like he doesn’t want to go further with the conversation at hand.

You go to head to the bathroom to wash up before bed, when Mark suddenly grabs your hand to stop you. You turn around to see him looking at you with concern evident in his eyes. “You love me, right?”

You tilt your head before engulfing him into a tight hug. “Of course I love you. You know that.”

The boy nods and hugs you back just as tight. You pull away and kiss him lightly on the lips. “Come on, lets go to bed.” You grab him by the hand and pull him into the bedroom to spend the long chilly night in his arms.

TIME SKIP

“Ugh, do you think this is going to work?” You look at your song lyrics with disdain. You were trying to come up with the best words to express your feelings to your beloved Mark. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as you originally thought.

JB nods and smiles at you gently. “Don’t worry, Y/N. He’ll love them”

Your head hits the desk as you groan. Supportive JB pats your back telling you it’ll be okay. “Come on, lets go through the lyrics and melody again.” He heads over to the piano in the studio.

You sit down next to him as he starts playing the melody. You look at your lyric sheet and start singing along. As the words pour out of you, you smile. Mark really does mean everything to you. He makes you feel wanted. He makes you feel like you belong somewhere. He makes you feel important. You haven’t felt like this in a very long time.

Once the song finishes, JB just stares at you in awe. “You know, Y/N, you have a very nice voice. Ever think of becoming a singer?”

You blush instantly and shake your head. “No no, I can’t. I have the worst stage fright. I’d probably feint.”

He laughs and nudges your shoulder, making you laugh as well. You look at the clock, suddenly noticing the time.  “Holy shit, it’s 9pm already?!” You gasp as you quickly gather up your papers.“

“Oh wow, we clearly weren’t paying attention. Here, I can hold onto the lyric and music sheets.” JB motions for you to hand him the papers you were holding, which you handed over greatly.

After making sure everything was put back in its place, you turn to JB and bow your head. “Thanks, Jaebum. I really appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to help me.” You smile at him.

“Anytime, really. I’m just glad my best friend found someone as amazing as you.” He smiles back.

You quickly hug him and give him a quick thank you peck on his cheek, to his slight surprise.

Unbeknownst to you, a not so happy boyfriend happened to pass the recording studio at the wrong time.

You say your goodbyes to Got7′s leader and make your way home, oblivious of what awaits you when you arrive.

[withoutjoy]

courage of stars,

yifan/oc canon compliant 765 w

a.n: yes, i wrote a kris/slight self-insert oc fic early in my descent to the chasm that is exo. do i regret it? a little. but it was written when i still have all of my braincells, so ig i should post this here as well. wrote this during the actual silent day three years ago? and was obsessed with sleeping at last.

"Come on, Fan! Wake up!"

Wu Yifan rolled to his stomach, stuffing his face back onto the pillows. His muffled voice was still thick with sleep as he whined "Baobei... You said we can't be seen out here."

"Doesn't mean we can't go outside." Kiran pulled one of his limbs to the floor. The female had a small grin upon her sharp features. "Now get your lazy butt up and follow me."

He let out a small grunt before pushing himself off the bed. "Fine… But don’t blame me if we get caught..."

“We won’t~! Don’t worry!” She smirked as she tugged on his pointer finger with her entire hand to follow her. Oddly, it’s still not enough to completely envelope the entire length.

A slight smile complimented Yifan’s expression, his eyes gazed adoringly into the back of his fiancee. Funny how this 5’3 ft female could pull a 6’0 ft male into following her when she could barely lift herself off the bed in the mornings.

Today was the 9th of March, the day where the people in the island of Bali celebrates what they call as 'Nyepi'. According to the locals, Nyepi is a day reserved for self-reflection, and as such, anything that might interfere with that purpose is restricted. The main restrictions are no lighting fires (and lights must be kept low); no working; no entertainment or pleasure; no traveling; and, for some, no talking or eating at all.

At first, Yifan was beyond confused when his Canadian-Indonesian blooded girlfriend suddenly pulled him to board a plane to Bali on March 7th--two days before the said celebration. He was still lying on his bare stomach on a bed in their shared condominium in Toronto, Canada when Kiran shook him awake, saying that they're going to miss their plane if he doesn't wake up right then. He was supposed to be filming for a scene for the action movie he's starring in at the 10th, but she retorted that she already spoke to his manager that they were going to attend her family's gathering on the 9th and will already board on the plane back by night time.

Of course, that was a huge, blatant lie.

To say that his manager was furious after discovering the truth behind the date would be an understatement. He demanded that Yifan take the earliest flight on March 9th morning, but the airport had already closed down from 6 am and there was no operating taxi or bus that could take them back to the city.

Yifan wasn't even mad--he only stared in disbelief with his drowsy eyes as Kiran took the courtesy to answer the call. It was 5 AM local time when the pair was awaken by the sound of Yifan's phone vibrating against the rattan nightstand. The sight of her naked figure holding onto the recliner to cover her bare chest on that exact morning was still fresh in the back of his mind, soft orange glow from the night lamp on her side accentuating the luscious curves of her body.

He wasn't surprised if Kiran knew exactly that the airport will be closed for the whole day at March 9th, and that tourists are not exempted from following through Nyepi's traditions. For the past few years of dating her, he wondered if she was born reckless or she spent too much time dealing with self-absorbed celebrities and senior designers that she lost all inhibition to think before she act. Nobody--even himself--fooled his manager and actually got away with it. Nobody.

And there was Sasikirana; his girlfriend who just 'abducted' him to the other side of the world just to have him for herself. What was that word she'd curse under her breaths after dealing with exhausting sponsors?

Ah, manusia sinting.

"I'm sorry, James. I really forgot," if he couldn't see the shit-eating grin that inhabited her usually stern features, he would've bought the regretful tone in her voice as a genuine apology. "Yeah--no, hey! Excuse you! I'm aware that we have Silent day this month! I just forgot today is the day." Kiran twirled her shoulder-length strands, eyes rolling at whatever crap his manager was sprouting to her. And from the sudden raise in her voice, he was probably saying something about her being ungrateful enough to forget her own roots.

Yifan watched with bleary eyes as the female continued to mock his manager with her worst impression of him, rolling her eyes upwards while making the shape of a bird's beak with her fingers. "Yeah, yeah. We'll catch the earliest flight to LA by the 10th. Don't worry. Bye."

Kiran swiftly pressed the red button on the monitor of Yifan's phone before setting it back to the nightstand by their bedside. Her grin was still plastered upon her face, even after realizing that her boyfriend has been staring at her with quirked eyebrows.

"What?"

Yifan suddenly let out an approving nod, slow-clapping in mock fascination. His voice was still thick with sleep. "Very impressive, Ms. LeBlanc."

Kiran let out a prideful snort as she leaned closer to place a kiss onto her boyfriend's lips, in which Yifan saw as an opportunity to snake his arms around the female's waist and pull her back inside the recliner with him. A melodious giggle coddled his ears as he placed another kiss on her forehead, fingers buried in her disheveled dark locks.

"I bet you'll be a better actor than I am if you actually auditioned for a movie." Yifan muttered sleepily against the female's forehead, his toned arms pulling her body tighter to his.

He could feel her lips stretch into a grin on his collarbones. "You're welcome, Fan." She gave the bone a soft peck, and Yifan felt a slight shiver shot through his spine.

"Are you joking me, baobei?" Despite his attempt to put on a serious expression, Yifan couldn't help but smirk. And he thought his stamina was high. "Again? We've only slept for like, an hour."

The female let out another chuckle before she pinched his lower abdomen as her answer, earning a low groan from him. "Lucky number seven, right fanfan?" She whispered as she nipped at his lower lips.

A predatory growl rumbled in his chest. "Oh, you're asking for it you little tease."

And they spent their whole day just like that; slow passionate sex, showering together (and another round, of course), cuddling on the messy bed while catching up with each other's stories, falling asleep in a mess of entangled limbs, watching TV with the lowest volume possible, falling asleep once more because the low TV volume were more of a lullaby than a distraction. It wasn't that romantic, but it's just what they needed.

With Yifan's recent breakthrough as one of Hollywood's most successful newcomers and Kiran's clothing line being featured in the annual London Fashion Week, they barely had time to spend with each other. Sure, they still get to Skype between their schedules, but that wasn't even close to enough.

Don't get it wrong; she has been the most supportive girlfriend he's had in years, and their relationship has gone to that stage where they both support each other's career so much that people wonder if their relationship was staged in order to gain more popularity for the both of them. But there was countless times when Yifan wanted to leave his job and fly to wherever Kiran was just to bury his nose into her strawberry-scented hair, or the latter greeting him on video chat with puffy eyes that are obviously not from designing too much dresses.

He made a mental note to lecture her about messing with his schedules later and cutting off several years of his manager's lifespan. Now? He gotta enjoy the moment while it lasts. Not often that he gets a break from his strenuous activities, especially now that his a not-so sane girlfriend is there within his arms, away from the buzz and noise of the city.

Then again, that was one of the many reasons why he chose her to be his future wife.

His bleary eyes were greeted by complete darkness as they reached the patio door of Kiran’s villa. After napping for what felt like 3 hours, Yifan’s eyes had to adjust to the darkness that engulf the usually lantern-lit pathway. The swimming pool bounced the reflection of the warm moonlight, providing a natural lighting that somehow sent Yifan a comforting vibe.

Kiran continued to tug at his finger until they reached the terrace swing located by the pool. "Okay, sit down." She instructed. Yifan lazily rested his posterior to the plush surface of the swing as told. The dark-haired female then rummaged the side pockets of her shorts, fishing out her IPhone and two sets of earphones with one of them being attached to a double jack.

The female continued to fumble with the device in her hand as she plugged the double jack in, then smoothed out a pair of earphones for her to use. Yifan’s gaze continued to rest upon her preoccupied figure before she finally sat down next to him, legs splayed on top of his lap after inserting the earphones inside her ears. "Put this on." She handed him the other pair of earphones.

“Why can’t we share?” Yifan asked, although he did as she said. Kiran took care to not let the light leak too much to divulge their presence to the security men by covering the side with her unoccupied palm, automatically covering it for him to peek through.

“It sounds better if you wear the two of them.” She replied, eyes never leaving the screen of her phone while her thumb scrolled on the glass surface. From the rapid scrolling of album artworks that reflected upon her clear brown eyes, Yifan guessed that she was looking for a particular song.

There’s a brief moment of silence before a violin starts playing from the earbuds, and realization immediately dawned upon him.

“Saturn?” he turned to face Kiran, whom just made herself comfortable by snuggling against him, head resting upon his broad shoulder. “You really love this song, huh?”

She merely let out a chuckle, arms snaking around the male this time. As if this position isn’t close enough for her, isn’t warm enough. Kiran had always been the clingiest one out of the two. “It helped me go through a lot of things, and I thought the song fits this.”

As if on cue, she tilted her head towards the sky with Yifan following suit. 

What greets them is a sky glimmering with stars. There’s no clouds, no fog, nothing. Just a massive horizon of mountains stretching before them and starry skies above it.

“Since there’s no pollution or light, the air is clear and you can see the stars.” Her tone changes into something melancholic. Quiet. “This is my favorite part of Silent Day since I was just a kid.”

“And... I wanted to share this with you. Because in my entire life of listening this song while staring out to the sky from my window, I’ve always imagined I’m going to share this moment with the person that I love in the future.”

Then, turning to face Yifan, Kiran lets out a small smile. “I love you, Wu Yifan.”