#i have been thinking about this song nonstop since the day it went up

[omentranslates]

Condolences, and Then the Everyday Resumes -- UkaROKU english lyrics translation

Song: UkaROKU

VO: RIME

English Translation

I pulled on my uniform that morning, even though I wasn't going to school

And I couldn't seem to bring my parents' faces into focus, both dressed for mourning

The expansive clear sky and pleasant breeze felt disgusting

A voice rang out ahead of me and I got in the car

Faces blur together, both familiar and new

I hope the knot in my heart didn't show in the form of strained greetings

Sitting down in a traditionally styled room, the chair felt cold even through the cloth covering

As the master of ceremonies called us in and slid open the screen

The look on your face was so peaceful, as if you were just sleeping

It almost felt like you would still open your eyes

And flash me the brightest smile

But your icy skin was stiff and ungiving under the burial wash

Every gentle touch on your empty body further broke any illusions I had

Morning the next day, I clothed myself numbly in the will to survive the day

My heart rocked back and forth all the way to the venue

Fit snugly into the coffin you were adorned in flowers, buried in them

And whenever I closed my eyes, reality tracked down my cheeks

The door is closed and the key turns

It's mine to hold onto and I can't do anything but just keep staring at it

The cicadas were crying even though it's not summer yet

As if they were trying to fill the hole in my chest

It's coming time to say goodbye and your coffin is engulfed

Something's overflowing and I can't stop it, or even tell whether it's sweat or tears

Someone bought me a sweet drink from the waiting room and vending machine

I can't taste it, and every time I knock it back more time escapes me

The conclusion of all this spills to the floor and a chill bursts down my spine with vengeance

The master of ceremonies is calling us back

Every last bit of you has been broken to fragments

Pieces passing between chopsticks to fit snugly in a vase

You've become so incredibly small, haven't you

The drops of sweat shed have frozen

You've become light enough that I walk out with you carried in my arms

I've fallen to the point that I can't tell what of this is real and what parts I might be dreaming

A stinging pain radiates from where I burned my hand a bit

And the reality of it all crashes over my head like a bucket of water

The color of the blazing sunset I can see through the car window is so vibrant when compared to that of my heart

I hate it so much

Morning the next day, I sleepily pulled on my uniform

And had to use enough concealer to hide the puffy redness under my eyes

The clear sky stretches endless on the other side of my window

I grab my bag and let them know I'm off for the day, before I open the door

JP original under the cut (kanji/romaji)

学校を休んだだけど朝制服に袖を通した 礼服を纏った両親の顔はぼやけてた 広がる快晴な空と心地の良い風が嫌味だと感じた 前か��声がして車のドアを開け歩いた

Gakkou wo yasunda dakedo asa seifuku ni sode wo tooshita Reifuku wo matotta ryoshin no kao wa boyaketeta Hirogaru kaisei na sora to kokochi no yoi kaze ga iyami da to kanjita Mae kara koe ga shite kuruma no doa wo ake aruita

久しぶりの顔ぶれ　初めて見た顔ぶれ 心ん中綯交ぜで軽い会釈は上手くできてたかな 和室で座る椅子布越しでも冷たくて 係の人に呼ばれ襖を開いた

Hisashiburi no kao bure Hajimete mita kao bure Kokoronnaka nai maze de karui eshaku wa umaku dekiteta ka na Washitsu de suwaru isu nunogoshi demo tsumetakute Kakari no hito ni yobare fusuma wo hiraita

その表情は柔くて　まるで眠ってるようだった 今にも目を覚まして 笑いかけてくれるような気がしたんだよ 湯灌で触れた肌は固く硬く冷たかった 絵空事は私の前で破られ空っぽのその身を撫でる

Sono kao wa yawakute Marude nemutteru you datta Ima ni mo me wo samashite Warai kakete kureru you na ki ga shitanda yo Yukan de fureta hada wa kataku kataku tsumetakatta Esoragoto wa watashi no mae de yaburare karappo no sono mi wo naderu

明くる日の朝うつろげに征服に袖を通した 会場までずっとゆらゆら心は揺れていた 棺の中に収まったアナタが花に包まれて埋まってく 瞼閉じたら現実が頬を伝ってた

Akuru hi no asa utsuroge ni seifuku ni sode wo tooshita Kaijou made zutto yurayura kokoro wa yureteita Hitsugi no naka ni osamatta anata ga hana ni tsutsumarete umatteku Mabuta tojitara genjitsu ga hoho wo tsutatteta

扉は閉じられてく　鍵はかけられてゆく それが運ばれてゆく私はそれをただただ眺めてる 夏は先なのに蝉の鳴き声がした 心の穴を埋めてくれた気がした

Tobira wa tojirareteku Kagi wa kakerarete yuku Sore ga hakobarete yuku watashi wa sore wo tada tada nagameteru Natsu wa saki na no ni semi no nakigoe ga shita Kokoro no ana wo umete kureta ki ga shita

別れは近づく棺は吸い込まれてく 止められないほど溢れたのは汗か涙かわかんないや 待合室の自販機で買ってもらった甘いジュース 味がしないそれを���み干してく度に時間は去ってく 零れた結論が床に落ちて爆ぜ頭から爪先まで寒気が走る 係の人が呼んでる

Wakare wa chikadzuku hitsugi wa sui komareteku Tomerarenai hodo afureta no wa ase ka namida ka wakannai ya Machiaishitsu no jihanki de katte moratta amai juusu Aji ga shinai sore wo nomi hoshiteku tabi ni jikan wa satteku Koboreta ketsuron ga yuka ni ochite haze atama kara tsumasaki made samuke ga hashiru Kakari no hito ga yonderu

肌は果てて欠片になって 箸で渡してく壺に収めていく すっかり小さくなってしまったね ポツリとこぼした汗は冷えていた

Hada wa hatete kakera ni natte Hashi de watashiteku tsubo ni osamatte iku Sukkari chiisaku natte shimatta ne Potsuri to koboshita ase wa hieteita

軽くなったアナタを抱え歩く 現実か夢かがあやふやになる感覚に落ちている 少し火傷した手がヒリヒリと痛みだした 現実だって水を差されたような気持ちになる 車の中から見た夕焼け空心と比べて色は鮮やかだった それは憎らしいほどに

Karuku natta anata wo kakae aruku Genjitsu ka yume ka ga ayafuya ni naru kankaku ni ochiteiru Sukoshi yakedo shita te ga hiri hiri to itami dashita Genjitsu datte mizu wo sasareta you na kimochi ni naru Kuruma no naka kara mita yuuyakezora kokoro to kurabete iro wa azayaka datta Sore wa nikurashii hodo ni

明くる日の朝　眠たげに制服に袖を通した 腫れた目の下コンシーラーで隠さなくちゃ 広がる快晴な空が窓の向こうでどこまでも広がってた 鞄を抱えて　いってきます　とドアを開けた

Akuru hi no asa Nemutage ni seifuku ni sode wo tooshita Hareta me no shita CONCEALER de kakusanakucha Hirogaru kaisei na sora ga mado no mukou de doko made mo hirogatteta Kaban wo kakaete Ittekimasu to doa wo aketa

[sweetkpopmusings]

how they feel before they know it's love with seventeen <3

a/n: i'm genuinely obsessed with "i don't understand but i luv u" like i have been listening nonstop since it dropped and i cannot get enough <333 i thought it'd be cute to do a lil post somewhat inspired by the song, so here it is !! i hope you find some comfort in the sweetness of these :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, sentimental and cute vibes only | wc: 2.6k | warnings: none really! | pairing: seventeen x gn!reader | requests: open

seungcheol♡‧₊˚

seungcheol, as a leader, knows how to step back and support his members, even when it comes to holding back what he wants to say to let the others continue the excited conversation. with you, it was an entirely different story. it’s not that he ever spoke over you–he would never dream of such a thing–but he talked with you nonstop. there was an effortless exuberance in your conversations because he knew that you’d always listen to him. anything, truly anything, that popped into seungcheol’s head was something he wanted to share with you. sometimes he worried that he was annoying you with his endless chatter, but speaking his mind to you was instinctive. he wanted to share every one of his thoughts and perspectives with you because he wanted you to have all of him. every word he said to you was filled with a deep desire to share himself with you. the vulnerability that flowed through each conversation with you convinced him that maybe, just maybe, there were some important words he had not said to you yet. 

jeonghan♡‧₊˚

jeonghan’s an extremely caring person. everyone knows that about him, but his thoughtfulness towards you went to a whole different level. he thought of you first for everything. everything. he could be on tour and trying a new drink, and the first thing that would pop into his head is “y/n would love this drink.” he did not care that you were hundreds of miles away from him; at that moment, all he would want to do is send you the drink in his hand, so you could try it and then tell him what you think about it. he never realized thought of you constantly until one of his members–probably joshua–pointed out how he always said your name in conversations or bought two of everything just in case. jeonghan would never intentionally try to bring you up, nor was he aware of how he ended up with duplicates of small items. in truth, your name was always on the tip of his tongue, and you were always on his mind. one day soon, something else would be on the tip of his tongue when he said your name. 

joshua♡‧₊˚

joshua tried to play it cool, but he was fascinated by you as soon as he laid eyes on you. the nuances of how you speak, the gestures you make when you’re telling a story, and the way your favorite songs exposed the most important parts of you–shua was obsessed with memorizing each of these things. when something about you was engraved in his mind, he would show you he knew it by teasing you. his imitations or remarks were always spot on, but they clearly came from a place of fondness and attention. he teased you effortlessly with a soft smile and a sparkle in his eyes, something that made you melt each time. he wasn’t aware of the look on his face or the tone of his voice because the adoration came out so naturally when he was with you. if other people were around when shua poked fun at you, it was completely obvious to them what he was actually saying when he flawlessly imitated your facial expressions while telling a funny story from when you two went to a coffee shop over the weekend. even before either of you could put words to it, you could clearly feel the love behind every teasing jab.

junhui♡‧₊˚

junhui is so very unique, and that shines through in the way he treats you. from the moment he met you, he felt a very intense urge to make you smile. he thought about you constantly, and, one day while shopping around in a random city the day before a show, he found a small figurine that reminded him of you. he was so excited to give it to you that he couldn’t stop smiling every time he looked at it. from that point forward, he collected small trinkets and keepsakes for you, as a way to bring you a little burst of joy, even when he was away. sometimes he bought them, and other times he would just hold onto a sticker from a music shop you went to together, giving it to you when he was proud of you for a specific accomplishment. to junhui, it only made sense to write you a little note with your favorite jokes and hide it in your bag for whenever you had a bad day and needed a pick-me-up. through each thoughtful gift, it became clear that he wanted to give you the world, and junhui most certainly would, one snowglobe and ticket stub at a time. 

soonyoung♡‧₊˚

soonyoung always felt strongly about you, so he never really stopped to put an exact word to it. how he felt about and with you was something special, something only shared between you two. it was just the world you lived in together, and, in his mind, there was no reason to analyze his natural state of existence when it felt as wonderful as life did with you in it. one thing, however, that made his head feel light and his stomach feel frenzied was a new habit he developed after he met you. whenever he said something funny, even the smallest comment that made someone else laugh, he immediately had to tell you. he’d call you, send you a voice message, or rush over to you from across the room, just to tell you the story and repeat his silly little joke. soonyoung, from the first time he ever heard you laugh, knew that he needed to see that smile on your face and hear that sound fall from your lips every chance he got. he wasn’t quite sure what to call that. soon enough though, he’d figure out how to express his deepest feeling for you with words that weren’t tied to a punchline.

wonwoo♡‧₊˚

wonwoo always excelled at observing everyone and everything around him. after he met you, however, most of what he saw, heard, tasted, smelled, and touched made him think of you. everywhere he went, something reminded him of you, and he’d always smile. the shoes a stranger on the subway was wearing could be similar to a pair he saw you in the other week. maybe, in the back of the restaurant he ate at with friends after a long day of work, there was someone who ordered a drink he’d ordered for you a hundred times. no matter where he was, what he was doing, or whom he was with, wonwoo found something in his surroundings that tied him back to you. even when you two were together, you’d catch him smiling in a quiet moment. he’d brush it off, say “it’s nothing; i’m just happy to be here,” but, really, he’d want to say “the sound of the car horn made me think of that movie we watched together a few weeks ago, and every time i think of you i feel so comforted and happy, like nothing could ever go wrong.” he’d stay quiet, pondering what it truly meant to always find you in his surroundings regardless of the distance between you, and he’d squeeze your hand a little tighter as he discovered the answer.

jihoon♡‧₊˚

it was extremely easy for jihoon to find inspiration for his music from you. what he didn’t realize was that you left an indelible mark on his taste in music. whenever you two spent time together, he would give you the aux (literal or proverbial) because he was interested in what music made you happy, sad, want to dance, relax, etc. he listened very intently, and it took almost no time at all for the songs you introduced to him to make their way onto his playlists. more than that, he would frequently hum the melodies of songs you showed him as he walked around his place and cleaned. no one would ever point it out to him because they had no way of knowing that the new songs he obsessed over were all tied to you, but, eventually, jihoon realized that all the songs he associated with you were the only ones he ever had stuck in his head now. memories of you permanently embedded songs into his mind, a playlist only for him to listen to in the quiet moments of life. as he wrote lyrics that expressed this occurrence, he understood that it all came down to the fact he could never, and would never, get you out of his head. 

seokmin♡‧₊˚

seokmin was so fond of you, and he naturally expressed that fondness by giving you at least one thing to smile about each day. it started as a way to break the ice during conversations when you first got to know each other. once you two didn’t need icebreakers, the habit stayed, and seokmin’s habit became one of the strongest aspects of your relationship. seokmin never relied on anything fancy; he would send you a wholesome meme in the morning, so you could start your day smiling, or he would show you a funny video clip when you met up for dinner, starting the night off with a hefty dose of laughter. there was a sparkle in his eye when he laughed with you, one that only showed up when he saw your smile. he would be particularly proud if he made you laugh until tears fell or you smiled so big your cheeks hurt. whenever that happened, he would boast to his members, showing them the picture or video while beaming with excitement as he recounted your reaction. alongside his excitement toward your joy existed the fact that he couldn’t rest easy until he knew you had at least a little bit of serotonin in your day. truthfully, he never felt more at peace than when he was the source of that happiness, and he wanted to feel that for as long as humanly possible. 

mingyu♡‧₊˚

mingyu has a real presence. from his height to his goofy personality, people know when mingyu is around. those charms were how he caught your eye, and he always got an energy boost when you were around. as he grew closer to you, more comfortable, mingyu’s behavior revealed an even sweeter side of him. whenever he spoke with you, his voice was soft and careful, every word meant for you only. his looks always held you gently as he soaked up every word that you shared with him. any times jokes or teasing comments wove their way into your conversations, he laughed hard but quietly, just loud enough for you to hear, even leaning closer to you, enclosing the both of you in the joy of the moment. if you had physical contact with each other, mingyu’s touches were as soft as everything else about him. it was never out of the belief that you were fragile. rather, tenderness radiated from mingyu whenever he felt you near, and it enveloped his entire being when he looked at you. mingyu was always caring, always considerate, but his loved ones often commented that they had never seen him so soft before. mingyu knew, without knowing how to explain it quite yet, that you were the difference.

minghao♡‧₊˚

minghao values peace and quiet. life is chaotic for most people, and this was especially true for someone in his line of work. he tried, as best as he could, to create pockets of calm whenever and wherever he could, through meditation or simply waking up to watch the sunrise by himself. searching for that peace grounded him in his toughest times, and he depended on that calmness to get through it all. as he got to know you, searching for that peace became easier. minghao was calmer, knowing you were there, and he instantly relaxed whenever you were beside him. there was not anything specific that you did; you could just look at him, and his whole body would relax, proving just how stressed he had been mere seconds before he laid eyes on you. to minghao, you were the ultimate source of serenity. he never wanted to lean into clichés, but it was true that, even in a crowded room, he would know you were there by the way his heartbeat relaxed into a natural, happy rhythm. it didn’t take long for minghao to notice that you had this effect on him. it also wouldn’t be long before he admitted this, and something just as meaningful, to you.  

seungkwan♡‧₊˚

everyone knows seungkwan is an entertainer through and through. when you two were introduced to each other, he performed as well as he could to keep you laughing, and, unbeknownst to himself, to impress you. as time passed, however, he realized didn’t have to perform in front of you. he felt comfortable enough to be his most authentic self, and he only ever wanted to be his most authentic self with you. he still loved to do bits around you and be dramatic when the moment called for it, but he wanted to show you other sides of him too. for seungkwan, he felt a connection with and appreciation for you that could only be expressed by him letting his guard down. what mattered more than entertaining you was showing you every part of himself as honestly as humanly possible. showing up exactly how he was whenever he was with you was all he could think of because he always wanted to meet you exactly where you were. it wasn’t long after he realized this that his truest feelings toward you came out. it wasn’t something he thought of before he said it; it was something that slipped out when you asked him, “how was your day?” 

hansol♡‧₊˚

hansol’s mind is expansive. his perspectives reflect his astute introspection and deep compassion, and he would never cease to amaze–or entertain–those around him with the thoughts inside his head. to hansol, however, your mind was the most fascinating. he was deeply curious about the things that made up who you are: your hyperfixations, the dreams you had at night, your favorite snack for each time of day, etc. he was endlessly entranced by everything that colored your life. he wanted nothing more than to color his life with them too. this genuine interest meant that hansol’s eyes were filled with childlike wonder whenever you shared something about yourself with him. he committed every minute detail to memory, and he often retold anecdotes from your life during conversations with his friends. even to them, it was endearing to see his delighted laughter as he recounted stories of small social faux pas in your adolescence that became inside jokes between you two now. it was during one of those conversations, while smiling at the thought of you, that hansol started to uncover what influenced his infatuation with all things you.   

chan♡‧₊˚

chan took to you immediately. your personality charmed him, regardless of how charming you thought yourself to be. he couldn’t get enough of the conversations shared between you two, existential or lighthearted. chan genuinely wanted to talk to you as much as humanly possible–without annoying you or taking you away from the other people you cared about–and that’s why he started calling you whenever he was done with his schedules for the day. it could be the hardest practice of the year, but chan, drenched in sweat and barely able to walk, would light up the second you started to say “hello” on the phone. the sound of your voice literally put a pep in his step. he developed a liking to walking home, just so he had an excuse to talk to you for a long time without any interruptions. neither of you needed convincing, however, because everything flowed so seamlessly between you. chan didn’t know exactly how to tell you this, but, with you, he was eager to say even the simplest things until his voice gave out, just so he could keep on talking to you.

[sherewrytes]

T. A. R (Time, Appreciation, Respect)

(I'll always want you part 2)

Synopsis: Ony was calling Y/N constantly these days, trying to always reach out to talk and say his piece. Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready for it.

C.W. Angst, Black coded reader, Drug use (weed). Song links used as reference.

Fanfic inspired by the following song.

Solange: Cranes in the sky

Link for part one here

Time had passed since your confrontation with Ony on that fateful night. The sting of betrayal still lingered, casting a shadow over your every thought and action. You still find herself unable to shake the memories of everything that took place between you and Ony and the raw emotions it had unleashed.

It's 2:30 AM. You lie awake, replaying the conversation with Ony in your mind. A part of you acknowledges he may be right, yet you find it impossible to converse without being overwhelmed by emotions.

You heard Annie out on her part to play in all this but not Ony. You didn't have class until 2pm today so you had enough time to sleep some more if needed. You got out of bed, stretched, went to your desk to journal to clear your mind.

You lit the candle on your desk, opened your journal and poured your feelings into it. The pen felt heavy in your hand, similar to how your heart felt in your chest. You wrote about the confusion swirling within you, torn between the logic of Ony's words and the ache of betrayal that still lingered deep within your soul. Memories flashed through your mind of happier times, of sad times and every moment in between. You knew you should hear him out but, you couldn't decide if you were ready or not.

You closed the journal and texted Sasha to see if she was awake. You needed someone to talk to. Sasha responded almost immediately saying she's in the area, so she'd be over in a few and she has Connie and Eren with her.

You sighed and responded. You went to your kitchen to make a quick midnight snack for you and your quests. 15 mins later, at your apartment is Sasha, Connie and Eren.

Connie: "Is it okay if I smoke in here. Between Uni, my music shit and other shit. I'm stressed out."

You: "It's cool. I do smoke sometimes, well used to with Ony. Speaking of Ony. He's been calling my phone nonstop.

*Turns to Eren* He said you've been on his ass about me. Eren the fuck you on boy.

Eren sighed "Look I'm just looking out for him. Ony is taking this harder that I've seen him take anything. Him and I go way back. Ony only shows up to class, messages me for some weed well hella weed. He aint even in the studio much either."

You knew Eren, Connie, Mikasa and Ony were music majors at Paradis University which you all attended. Eren was the lowkey producer type that makes beats to rival the greats. Connie is a rising hip hop artist and Ony is a cross between Trap Soul and Rap. Mikasa was the soulful girl with a beautiful voice. You knew Ony never missed studio time for nothing, so you knew he was struggling.

"When last did he show up." Y/N asked Eren with some concern in her tone.

"Probably 2 months ago before that it was 3 months before that. Look you don't have to force yourself to talk to him or bear his wounds or help him heal from the mess he made on his own. It ain't your job to, What I'm asking is if you can hear him out even if its 5 minutes if you can't then Imma tell him to drop it."

You sat in silence for a bit truly wondering what to do, so you turned to Sasha. "Honestly I want to hear him out, I do but I need more time. I know everyone thinks I forgave Annie so easy, but Ony and I had something deeper than Annie and I had even with our years of friendship. Ya we were fighting and at odds that time but..I know I'm being dumb cause Annie is just as responsible as he was. I just need to clear my head some more."

Connie took a toke of his joint and passed it to Eren then Eren to Sasha. Sasha pulled out her phone and connected it to the speakers in your apartment and started playing L.E.S by Childish Gambino. They all passed the joint around the room you took a few hits here and there. Eren was mindlessly scrolling through his IG to see Ony posted a 15 sec video on IG with a link in the caption to his YouTube to his latest track Amphetamine.

Eren blurted out with a bit of shock, "What the fuck, Ony just dropped a new song. It looks like he changed his artist's name from Ony to Soro. I mean he mentioned the change last time he came in the studio. Yo Sasha disconnect real quick lemme listen to this real quick."

Sasha disconnected her phone to allow Eren to pull up the track. " The song is almost 8 mins WTF is Ony on" Eren says.

The beat kicks in with this smooth, laid-back vibe that immediately hooks you in. Everyone's silent giving the track a listen.

" It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night."

You can hear, almost feel the range of emotions in the song. You can hear Ony's voice pouring out his feelings. The beat changes around 2:48 seconds in giving a whole different vibe to the song.

"Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce."

Everyone was vibing with the song until they heard Mikasa's voice drop on the track around 4:28 Everyone a bit surprised since Mikasa doesn't easily do features even if it's with her friends. Connie laughed a bit "He got Mikasa on this with him. Damn he really went all out. Aye Eren aint this the same beat he said he didn't want around 5 maybe 6 months ago?" Eren laughed thinking back to when he played this beat for Ony, and he said he hated it. Ony owed him big time for this, but he'll circle back to it. As the song finished. You sat with your eyes full of tears. You thought to yourself that you could feel every emotion Ony sang about in the song. The loss of their relationship, his struggles with his mental health and so much more.

Connie was the first the chime in when the song ended "Damn that was.... deep." "Yah it was Ony really flipped the script on this one." Eren chimed in.

Eren got a notification that Ony was live on IG. He clicked on it. He saw he was talking about his just dropped song and other usual shit that's going on in his life.

Ony's eyes were the newfound usual shade of slight bloodshot red from smoking and hardly any sleep. He was reading off a comment asking him who inspired him to write the song. he responded with "Someone but also no one."

Ony's voice flowed through the speakers in your apartment causing Eren to disconnect his phone to watch the live a bit easier.

He commented saying "Fire track man, wish you'd let me know you were droppin a song man."

Ony read the comment out loud and smirked and said "Sorry man. I wanted it to be a personal project, but I owe you one big time for the beat."

Ony and Eren were engaging in their usual banter in the comments of Ony's Instagram live. You were deep in thought when Ony read aloud a comment from someone claiming his song was inspired by his ex-girlfriend. Ony and you had a semi-public relationship, which is due to his rising fame as a Trap Soul/rap artist.

Ony sighed, his mind drifting back to the last time he saw you in person, when you came to return his belongings from your place. He had seen you around campus since then, but it simply wasn't the same. His response was "It was inspired by pain. Pain of loss, loss of love, loss of hopes, loss of dreams. Loss of self. She's part of something I lost in my life."

Ony paused, his gaze drifting off as he recalled the bittersweet memories. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the ache in his chest as he continued, his voice laden with emotion. "So yeah, she's part of what I lost, but 'Amphetamine' is also about finding myself again. It's about reclaiming my voice, my truth, and pouring it all out into my music."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though sadness lingered in his eyes. "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand. Understand that she's not just a memory, but a muse who ignited something within me, something I'll carry with me forever."

With that, Ony concluded, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The live disconnected indicating he ended it abruptly.

As the live session ends abruptly, the room falls into a heavy silence. You, sits with a mix of emotions swirling within yourself. Ony's words echo in your mind, resonating deeply with your own conflicted feelings. You can't shake the sense of nostalgia and longing that his music and words evoke. Sasha breaks the silence, her voice soft yet determined. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asks, her concern evident.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. "I don't know, Sasha," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sasha nods understandingly, her eyes reflecting empathy. "I get it. It's hard to hear someone express their pain so openly, especially when it's intertwined with your own." Eren chimes in, his tone reflective. "Yeah, but maybe that's what he needs right now. It's better than him bottling it up and tryna smoke it all away."

Connie exhales a puff of smoke, his expression contemplative. "True, but it's also a lot to unpack. Y/N, you don't have to rush into anything. Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want. What Ony did was messed up"

You nod, grateful for your friends' support. "Thanks, guys. I think…I think I need some time alone to sort through my thoughts."

With that que, Eren, Sasha and Connie left your apartment. you walk through your apartment heading to your room, the melody of Ony's song still echoing in your mind. Your emotions even more confusing than when you talked to Ony earlier. You looked at the time. It was almost 5 am. You decided to shower and head back to bed, hoping to get some rest before class.

Your mind was restless, torn between Ony's latest track and his words during the IG live, you were conflicted. On one hand, you acknowledged missing him, but on the other, infidelity was something you could never condone in a relationship. You recognized a desire to listen to his explanation, yet you feared your heart might not endure his version of the events.

The weight of Ony's words hangs heavy in the air, suffocating your mind with intense thoughts. Alone amidst the dim glow of your bedside lamp, the words "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand." taunt you with the possibility of reconciliation and closure. You thought to yourself "How could I ever hope to understand the depths of his pain when my own wounds still bleed with the memory of his betrayal?"

Finally entering your room, you sink onto the edge of the bed, burying your face in trembling hands, desperate to silence the cacophony of thoughts threatening to consume you.

"Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want." Connie's words echo faintly in her mind. With a trembling sigh, you rise from the bed, your steps faltering as you make your way to the bathroom. The steady stream of water cascades over your trembling form, washing away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"It's 5 am. I should try to get some rest before class," you think to yourself. Climbing out of the shower, your limbs feel heavy. Wrapping yourself in a towel, the fabric offers a feeble shield against the lingering chill. You dress slowly, abandoning your usual routine for the simple comfort of bed, seeking to calm your mind. Eventually, you drift into sleep, the confusion in your heart, perhaps even greater than before.

*Slight Time Skip*

You finished up her class for the evening, your Textile Science class drained your mind. you run into Eren, Connie, Armin and Pieck in the courtyard chattin it up.

"Yo, Y/N!" Armin hollered, his grin wide as he motioned for her to come over. You gave a small nod, casually strolling over as they kept chattin'. It helped take your mind off things for a sec.

"So, y'all ready for tonight?" Armin asked, his eyes sparklin' with excitement. "Tonight?" you echoed, feeling a bit lost.

Armin leaned in closer, speakin' low like it was a secret. "The party, It's goin' down at my place. everybody's rolling through." You thought about if Ony was gonna be there since going Armin's parties was one of their go to things as a couple.

You shifted uncomfortably, tryna come up with an excuse to bail but before you could say anythin', Sasha and Mikasa slid through, bringin' a burst of energy to the scene. "Hey, y'all!" Sasha greeted; her smile infectious as she pulled you into a hug.

Mikasa gave a nod, her expression serious as she peeped Y/N with concern.

"Y/N, you gotta come through tonight," Pieck chimed in, her voice smooth and persuasive. "You never show up to the parties, and it's gonna be lit." Y/N hesitated, caught between the comfort of being alone and the fear of missing out on the squad's vibe.

Just then, Ony strolled past, casting a shadow over Y/N's mood. She felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside, memories of their messy situation flooding back.

Armin, clueless as ever, turned to Ony with a hopeful grin. "Yo, you coming tonight, Ony?"

Ony glanced at you for a sec before turning back to Armin, his face unreadable. But before he could answer, you spoke up with fire in your voice. "I ain't showing if he's gonna be there," you stated, pointing your finger at Ony with a fierce look.

The air got heavy; the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N's heart raced as she waited for Ony's response. But instead of coming back at you, Ony just nodded quietly, his eyes holding a hint of regret before he dipped out.

You caught the concerned glances of your friends. You knew your emotions were a bit confusing being torn between wanting to hear him out, missing him then not wanting to be around him. Even though almost much time had passed, her emotions still felt raw.

You looked around to your friend group who was gauging your reaction to seeing Ony. Each stare, felt like a trap a push to make a decision you weren't ready for.

"I can't do this," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you took a step back, your eyes darting between your friends and a mental escape route. Sasha's hand on your arm stopped you in your tracks, her grip firm yet gentle. "You can't run from this forever, Y/N, you're gonna have to address this or find the will to move on" she said softly, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. You stared at Sasha's face trying to gauge her facial expression and reaction "I know, Sash I know." you whispered hoarsely, your voice cracking with emotion. "But I'm not ready to face him, not yet. I don't know if I ever will be."

With that said you turned and left them there, briskly walking back to catch an uber back to your apartment.

----------------------------While you left-----------------------------------

Eren stared at Armin, scoffing with annoyance "Bro, how you gonna forget they ain't together no more? Ony straight up did her dirty with Annie."

Armin sighed and took a step back. "I know but they're both my friends and I want them both to be happy and come out more. guess I messed up by asking them out around each other. It's just that we hardly get to chill with both of them around, you know...it's tough."

Eren shook his head, his frustration evident in his furrowed brow. "I get that, Armin, but you gotta realize it's not just about them being happy. Ony really hurt Y/N, man. And seeing him around just brings back all that pain."

Armin's shoulders slumped in defeat, his expression reflecting the weight of his guilt. "I know, Eren, I know," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just... I don't know how to fix this mess."

Sasha, who had been listening quietly, spoke up with a sympathetic tone. "Maybe there's no quick fix, Armin. Sometimes all we can do is give them space and time to heal, you know?"

Connie nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah, sometimes the best thing we can do is just be there for them when they're ready to talk or when they need us."

Armin sighed; his gaze heavy with regret. "You're right," he admitted, a sense of resignation settling over him. "I just hope they both find their way through this, somehow."

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[cheeseceli]

I'll be waiting

Pairing: idol Bang Chan × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, friends to potential lovers, fic (1.6k words)

Prompt: "Even ten years from now, if you haven't found somebody I promise I'll be around. Tell me when you're ready. I'm waiting"

Warnings: for a short moment there's a bit of unrequited love, happy ending tho. Mentions of insecurity back to the trainee days.

A/n: the longest fic I've ever done, I'm kinda proud of it ngl

Patience might be Chan's biggest virtue, he thinks to himself. By seeing where he's right now and where he was ten years ago, he smiles. He couldn't agree more with that statement.

2014

He still remembers the first time he saw you.

Monthly evaluation. At this point, Chan should already be used to this whole process of the trainee life. However, that day felt particularly depressing to him. Hopeless, he would say.

He had found out that JYP was about to debut a new group. A girl group. And as much as Bang Chan tried to be completely happy for his friends who could finally try and debut, he had to admit he was somewhat jealous. Four years of training and he felt like he was heading towards nowhere.

Still, he tried to practice. He sang the song he would showcase so many times he reached the point of not even feeling the words leaving his mouth. He was so lost he also didn't notice the presence of someone else in the practice room. That is, until you clapped.

Chan turned his head towards you, low-key surprised. He recognised you as the child of one of the Got7's staff. He couldn't remember your name though. He doubted he even heard it at all.

"Sorry" you finally spoke. Your voice was pretty "I'm looking for my dad. Your voice is very beautiful though. You're doing well." And with a thumbs up you went away.

Chan couldn't help but laugh. Now that was random. He could barely process what happened. But you complimented him. It had been a while since he last heard a genuine compliment.

Somewhere inside his mind, he repeated his words nonstop, filling him with motivation and hope. He also was trying to remember to ask your name later.

2016

He did remember to ask your name after all. Y/n L/n. The pronunciation of your name was beautiful, almost like a melody. Honestly, after two years of knowing you, he could affirm that your existence itself was like a sweet melody.

You both became friends, good ones at that. He also found himself developing feelings for you. That was the saddest part of it all in his opinion.

Even though he hadn't known you for so long, he couldn't see life without you. To live without your horrible jokes (that he always found funny), without your sunshine-like personality (even though most people wouldn't describe you like that. Maybe you were his personal dose of light) felt like a nightmare.

However, it felt a bit cruel that he needed to live like that. He wanted to be an idol. You were the one who was his biggest incentive. Then why, to have a romance with you, could bring problems to his career? It was almost as if destiny liked to make chan suffer.

Pick one.

Happily, Chan was patient. So patient that he decided to wait for you as long as needed. He had hopes that any time now, you would come to him. And he would be ready.

Meanwhile, he focused on becoming an idol. He couldn't give up now, especially given the fact that he knew you'd be in the front row, cheering for him louder than everyone else.

2018

He kept his promise: he followed his dream, finally achieving the so exciting debut, and still waited for you, his crush developing into the most sincere love he ever felt.

However, you had other plans. Of course, you were still there for him. You were probably the one who got the happiest with the results of the survival show. You spent countless nights with him on the practice room and in the studio. You were seeing his dream come true in first hand.

But this time, there was someone else besides you: your current boyfriend. Chan really doesn't know why he didn't think this could've happened. Of course, you were dating. You were smart, beautiful and had so much love to give. Someone else would've fallen for you at some point. And it was unfair of him to expect you to be single, waiting for an empty promise.

The saddest part of it was that your boyfriend was a nice guy. It was clear he loved you. He even made an effort to love everyone who you loved, including Chan himself. You were happy around him.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Chan got the job, you got someone to love - someone who could adore you without being scared of the media - and you both still got each other in the end.

Maybe that was what Chan could have. It's okay, right?

2020

The downfall of Chan's patience at last.

Although you both were still as close as you always were, life was leading each of you in your own direction.

You had a job, he had a job. You had your friends, he had his members. You had your own house, he had the dorms. You had your boyfriend, he didn't have a partner. But it was okay because he didn't even have the time after all.

Still, he tried to fall for someone else during this period. Being in this industry for two years now, he had the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Some fancied him, some tried to take a step further in a somewhat relationship. Some even wanted to just have fun. Chan swears he tried to give in most of the time.

Needless to say he failed at every try. He couldn't come close to someone without wishing it was you instead. His short answers were compared to how sweetly he talked to you. He didn't even bother to call people or have long conversations. He knew it was only a matter of time until his mind started the undesired comparison.

Maybe it was what the job required. Maybe it was because of his lack of time. Han disagrees though. Chan remembers how his friend insisted on the fact that his leader wouldn't even try with other people. But it wasn't his fault either, as it was a subconscious thing. Chan's mind was still wrapped around you. And his heart wanted to disagree, but it all goes down the moment he finds out you and your boyfriend, now your ex, had broken up.

Although he tried hard to deny, he couldn't help but still wait for you. No matter if there was a light at the end of the tunnel or if it was only darkness. He would wait.

2022

Something in your brain has switched, and Bang Chan can't say he really liked the difference.

Of course, you were still the greatest person he ever met. You were still his sunshine. But it seemed like you were tired. Your conception of life and love wasn't as bright as it once was and Chan couldn't help but feel worried about it.

For him, who has loved you deeply for over eight years now, to see you giving yourself less credit and affection hurt him. He doesn't know why and when it happened, but your brain was trying to shut down all genuine feelings one could offer to you. You thought you were, maybe, undeserving of it all.

Honestly, to see you slowly losing your light has wounded Chan way more than all his past experiences: from his fear of failure to his disappointment upon meeting your ex boyfriend. Almost as an instinct,he tried to solve the situation. This time, patience wouldn't do.

Without even noticing, he started to love you more. To actually show you how he cared for you, to put his feelings into words and actions. At first, your heart tried to deny any possible affection, but it soon realised it wasn't possible. Not when Chan didn't even hesitate on showing the entire world how you were worthy of love. And not once he showed it as a challenge or a burden. He was by your side, and he never made it seem hard.

The best part of it all was that none of you noticed it. He started to open up to you to try and protect you,and you opened up to him in order to heal and protect his feelings. Maybe that was patience finally showing itself as a virtue.

2024

Ten years later, it finally happened.

Honestly, Chan was still a bit suspicious. There was no way he was actually seeing this, right? Maybe he was becoming delusional after all. Maybe he started to hallucinate because of his desires. But at the same time, it felt too real.

The way you looked at him, that is. It was just a normal conversation between old friends. Between gossips and laughs, there was absolutely no reason for you to look at him like this. So lost in thought, with this shimmer in your eyes that Chan knew way too well. He knew it because he had it too.

It was love. Not the one nurtured by friends or family. The one shared just between lovers. And he was so sure of it because he knew he looked at you in the exact same way you were looking at him right now.

He smiles. For a moment, you're a bit lost, wondering if you lost a joke or an important moment. That, however, makes him laugh. He couldn't believe he just saw you fall in love on the first row.

Ah, he's been patient. Now, he can't wait for you to realise what just happened. Either way, he knows with a smile on his face that he'll be waiting for you.

I promise I'll be around.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: summer with you

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Lover Boy | Ethan Edwards

summary: after a stressful day Ethan has the perfect way of coming to the rescue and giving you a moment to relax.

song: Lover - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: none

word count: 650

authors note: when I say that I had no clue how to write this, I had NO clue. Like not a single thought went through my mind. I won’t lie, this is shit but it’s here and even the poorly written ones deserve love. If you want to see the celly that this was apart of you can view the playlist here!

Pure bliss was how you described your relationship.

Ethan and you had been dating since the summer before senior year and after being best friends you two only grew closer when you both moved to the University of Michigan.

It was almost written in the stars how much you two were destined to be together. Out of all of the universities you apply to umich was the only one you wanted to actually go to and it was after you got your acceptance letter that Ethan joined the wolverines for hockey.

As a couple you always found a way to have your schedules merge for you two to see each other. But this week it was feeling a bit rough for your relationship with how stressed you had been.

Ethan rocked up to your room as it was late after a night time training session and he was surprised to see that you were still awake “what have you been up to?” He asked as he saw the scattered papers on your floor and your guitar that was on your bed. It had been a long week of near nonstop work for the music course that you were in.

The boy ultimately came to check up on you but he wasn’t going to tell you that “just been working,” you explained as you let out a sigh.

Your hands were sore from the amount of times you had strung the strings on your guitar “I should get back to it,” you added as you knew that you were only going to get less time with more work to do.

It caused Ethan to scoff “you can take a five minute break,” he pointed out as he ran his finger over the callouses that were on your fingertips as you had over played your guitar.

Complaints from you fell on deaf ears as the hockey player stood up “just hear me out on this baby.” He spoke softly as he held his hand out to you.

You gave him a testing look “not taking no for an answer.” The boy added causing you to finally listen to him.

His hand grabbed yours as he begun to play your favourite song on his phone. When the Lover album was released you dragged Ethan into your car as you drove around your home town letting you two listen and as you stopped at your favourite place in Edmonton Lover the song began to play. It sure sounded cheesy but Ethan realised that he loved you as you hummed along to the song letting yourself squeal as you gushed about how cute Taylor’s relationship was with her boyfriend.

So as Ethan held you as you two slowly danced around your messy dorm it helped you feel at ease. It was hard not to as you only had the space to look at the boy who filled your heart with love.

The hockey player let his hands go to your hips as you two just swayed along to the beat of the song.

This moment reminded you of all of the reasons why you loved your boyfriend, he had the ability to make your shitty days feel bearable.

Ethan smiled as he could see that you were thinking about something “what’s on your mind pretty girl?” He asked as he cocked his head.

You cracked a grin “how much I love you,” you mumbled as you leaned up to kiss him. It was comforting as he dropped his head to kiss you back.

The boy should have been embarrassed with how he felt like a school boy when you said that “well it’s a good thing I love you too.” He smiled as he pecked your lips once more as the song changed to the next one on the playlist that you two had.

This was the best break you could have asked for.

[souryoong]

the hills | myg (18+)

Pairing: fwb!yoongi x reader

Genre: smut!!! (18+), some fluff at the end I think (lol)

Word Count: 2,838

Summary: inspired by the weeknd's song titled "the hills"

Warnings: mentions of infidelity/cheating, tongue kissing, making out, choking, kitchen sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy blowjob, spitting in mouth, oral sex (m. receiving), praise kink, some jealousy, protected sex, henced that reader is on birth control, multiple orgasms, clitoral stimulation, lots of whining, lots of swearing. good god lmk if i forgot anything.

Author’s Note: okay so ummmm this was originally supposed to be posted on my birthday (21 of march) and I absolutely do not know where on earth the time went. but i guess better late than never, right? I have been sucked into a vortex of listening to the weeknd nonstop again and this idea randomly came to me. no complaints! anyways, happy aries season, and this concludes our march madness celebration!!

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I only call you when it's half past five, the only time that i'll be by your side.

“Hey...” You spoke into the phone to your latest hookup, Min Yoongi.

You found yourself calling him now more than ever, since your boyfriend was away traveling for work often. You swore you were on the verge of breaking up with him, that you couldn’t do it anymore, and after all you still had needs. Yoongi on the other hand, was always right where you needed him. Always a phone call away.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Yoongi asked you in response.

“Nothing. Just kind of had a mediocre day at work.” You sat on the edge of your bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi was interested.

“Yeah and fucking your cock all day.”

You could tell that Yoongi was speechless.

“Fuck.” He huffed. “You can’t just say that to me. Your place or mine?”

“Yours.” You answered. You admittedly liked his apartment better; it always smelled good and had a better ambiance. His kitchen practically looked like a showroom; it was hard to believe that he did any cooking in it.

“It sounds like you’re in the car.”

“Yeah, I had some things to do. Now I can’t even fucking focus on driving.” Yoongi spoke, laughing as you could hear him turn on his turn signal. “What time are you coming?”

You looked at the clock on the nightstand in your bedroom. 5:30.

“Maybe like 8:30?” You asked to make sure he agreed.

“Yeah, that works.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I’m guessing that he’s out again?” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, god I’m so sick of it. How’d you know? “You sarcastically asked.

Yoongi laughed at your sarcasm. “Just a wild guess.”

—

You knocked on the door to Yoongi’s apartment upon your arrival. While waiting, you glanced at your phone for the time. 8:30. Right on time.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there was Yoongi, flashing you a smile. “Perfect timing.”

“Hey, am I ever late?” You joked as you stepped through the threshold and came inside, Yoongi closing the door behind you, his eyes on you the entire time as you walked over to his kitchen counter.

“Yeah I know, I’m joking.” Yoongi answered. “You look nice.” He stood behind you somewhat close, referring to the skirt and strappy top that you were wearing.

You smirked. “You always say that.”

“Yeah and I never said I didn’t mean it.” Yoongi’s fingers grazed your hips, practically sending electricity through your body.

Yoongi pulled you against him, the quick movement surprising you at first. You turned your head slightly, and he met you halfway with a kiss. He must have been drinking Pinot noir because you could taste it on his lips.

You moaned against his lips, giving him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth and against yours as his hands roamed your body. Once you felt his fingers move over the back of one of your thighs, you let out a whine; and Yoongi lifted up your skirt.

“Fuck.” He broke away from the kiss immediately, his lips flushed and swollen. You leaned down onto the cold marble countertop as his eyes were on probably the skimpiest pair of underwear you owned; leaving little to be imagined.

“Yoongi.” You teased, grinding your ass against his now hardening cock in his pants. Just as you were about to get up, Yoongi’s hand held you down.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wore these just for me.” He teased, his fingers toying with the fabric.

You let out a moan when his fingers brushed against your still covered core; quickly moving to pull your panties to the side.

You couldn’t see, but Yoongi quickly swiped his fingertips against his tongue, and returned between your legs to rub slow circles over your folds.

You nearly cried out at the sudden contact, as Yoongi swore under his breath. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You moaned when three of his fingers were inside of you, and he was starting to fuck into you.

“Fuck. Fuck me, Yoongi.” You whined, putting one of your knees onto the counter for leverage.

Your words encouraging him; he grunted, holding onto you with his free hand, and fucking you with the three fingers on his other hand.

“Shit, can you take 4?” Yoongi asked you, moving his hand along your back. Completely resting your upper body onto the cold countertop; you let out a sigh.

“Give it to me. Anything. All of it.”

You had no idea what had you feeling so desperate, and you whined when you felt the stretch of four of Yoongi’s fingers. The slight twinge of pain turned into pleasure.

“So good.” Yoongi spoke, his voice raspy. “Like your cunt was made for my fingers.”

You bit down on your lip as Yoongi’s fingers were pressing your walls hard, and this didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Don’t be quiet. Let me fucking hear you.”

He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, making you grab hold of his arm that was around you now.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“So cum.” His voice was right in your ear now, a low vibration that went right to your core. “I can feel you clenching me. Make a mess out of my kitchen.”

Yoongi turned you slightly, pulling you into a kiss that was quite sloppy, then he was fucking into you with his fingers at a pace that had you feeling that you might pass out.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whined as he was now kissing your neck and shoulder area, nibbling at the skin every so often. “Don’t stop. Yoongi, fuck.”

Your legs were shaking, and you were clutching onto anything you could to try not to fall. Just as Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and started rubbing your clit, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

Your legs tingled as your stomach tightened, and you leaned into Yoongi. Yoongi’s fingers were still on your clit when you felt wetness on your inner thighs.

“Fuck.” You panted as Yoongi pulled his fingers away, licking them clean.

“Baby, you just squirted on my kitchen floor.” Yoongi spoke, smirking. “Fucking hot, come here.” He grabbed your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss.

He pulled away, his hand moving down to your throat. You bit down onto your bottom lip, and Yoongi could tell that there was something on your mind before he kissed you again.

“What?” He questioned.

“Wanna suck your cock…” You finished the sentence with a smirk.

Yoongi was taken aback a little bit. “Woah—fuck. I don’t think you have to really ask.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, backing up against the granite countertop as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

You could tell how hard he was by the outline of his cock that was straining through his dark jeans.

You reached to unbutton his pants, then unzip them. Yoongi slightly pulled them down just as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his Black Balenciaga underwear and pulled them down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock.

You felt your mouth already filling with saliva, watching Yoongi grab his length and stroke it once; a bead of precum leaking from the tip.

His hand was quickly replaced with yours, and Yoongi let out a throaty groan at your touch. You leaned in, sliding his cock into your warm mouth, feeling him against your tongue.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth, gripping onto the edge of the countertop behind him. “Fuck, you are so hot.”

You let out a moan, taking more of him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Then you pulled away from him briefly, spitting on the tip of his cock then using it to stroke him a few times.

“God, I love how you taste.” You spoke, locking eye contact with him briefly.

“Yeah?” Yoongi was so sensitive that his knees buckled a little bit when you brushed your thumb over his tip.

You slightly hummed, taking him back into your mouth and into your throat so deep that he was panting now.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” One of Yoongi’s hands was under your chin. “On your knees for me.”

His words went right to your core, desperately shifting on the floor for some friction. Yoongi started to fuck into your mouth, his cock head hitting the back of your throat; making the most pornographic sound you ever heard. You finally gagged, and Yoongi pulled away, his length as well as your mouth covered with saliva.

You didn’t even realize your eyes were watering until Yoongi wiped your smudged mascara with his thumb. You sat up a little bit when he leaned down to kiss your sloppy mouth; his hand moving to your throat to make you look at him.

“Yoongi.” You sniffed because your nose was slightly running. “Fuck, I need your cock.”

“Yeah?” He kissed you again, and you hummed against his mouth. “Go to my room, get undressed, and wait five seconds for me, okay?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I have to clean up a little bit.”

You shook your head, smirking as you stood up. Yoongi always had to be neat and tidy.

“Don’t be long, or I’ll start without you.” You joked, grabbing your purse on the way out of the room.

You walked out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom. Upon opening the door, the room was dimly lit from lamps, and he must have had a diffuser going that smelled like lavender and charcoal. You set your purse down on one of his nightstands, then quickly started getting undressed because Yoongi was going to be there any second.

Quickly stepping out of your skirt and kicking it aside, then taking off your shirt; leaving you naked except for your panties.

In perfect timing, the moment that you were about to get on his bed, Yoongi came into the room. His pants were still unbuttoned from earlier.

You sat on his bed In front of him as he walked over to you, undressing himself as he went.

Yoongi was in front of you wearing just his underwear. “Hey, I thought I said undress.” He was motioning to the fact that you still had underwear.

“I know. You came in too fast.” You answered, your hands roaming Yoongi’s upper body. “But you can take them off of me.”

Yoongi smirked at you, tilting your chin up. “Open your mouth.”

You obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out slightly; knowing what Yoongi was about to do.

He leaned in and let a glob of spit fall into your mouth; some onto your tongue. Immediately after, pulling you into a sloppy tongue kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he lowered you back onto the bed, his hands finding the hem of your panties; yanking them down slightly before breaking away from the kiss to completely take them off.

He pulled you to the edge of the bed, hovering over you again to kiss you. Yoongi then started kissing your neck and down to your collarbone, then down the valley of your breasts.

One of your hands moved to his hair, you couldn’t help but giggle slightly, and smirk because his hair was tickling you.

“Yoongi…” You bucked your hips up into his. You could feel how hard his cock was against you, and now you needed it more than ever.

“Hmm…” Yoongi hummed against your skin as he kissed around on your chest; nibbling at your skin gentle enough to not leave any marks.

“I need your cock.” You let out a high-pitched whine when you felt his warm mouth around your left nipple; sucking and biting every so often. Your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightened In frustration; making him moan.

You let go and Yoongi stood up off of you, stepping over to his nightstand. “One second.” He opened the drawer, picking up a box of condoms. He pulled out a foil packet and stepped back over to you as he opened it. “I know you say you’re consistent, but just to be sure.”

You sat up slightly as Yoongi took off his Balenciaga underwear. You’d be lying if you said his dick wasn’t big; it was huge. Bigger than you ever expected when you first started seeing him, especially because Yoongi had a very small frame otherwise.

You sucked in a breath, propping yourself up with your elbows slightly to watch him as he rolled the condom over his length. Yoongi had a decent girth, and was somewhat veiny; just like his hands.

“Okay.” Yoongi spoke, opening your legs slightly more than they were so he could get leverage.

You felt him press the tip of his cock against your opening, and you closed your eyes.

“No, no, no.” Yoongi suddenly spoke. “I want you to look at me.”

You whined, opening your eyes and looking at him, then watched as he pushed himself inside of you. Your eyebrows furrowed, it always slightly hurt for a few seconds before Yoongi gave you time to adjust. He patiently watched your facial expressions for the queue on when to continue.

“Fuck.” He panted when he finally bottomed out inside of you. “Take my cock so fucking good.”

You smirked at his praise, reaching to rub your clit as he fucked into you.

“You’re fucking smiling.” His thrusts got harder and he tightened his grip on your legs. “Turns me on.”

“Fuck. Don’t stop.” You whined, eyebrows furrowing as you felt him bump your g spot.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He shifted positions so that now he was hovering over you, now hitting deeper.

“God, you’re so deep.” You whined as you could feel tears brimming in your eyes. Yoongi loved hearing you, never getting sick of it.

“You can take it.” Yoongi grunted as you clutched onto his arms.

The way that Yoongi was hitting every right place had you trying to keep yourself together, fighting an orgasm to make everything last a little longer.

“You got quiet.” Yoongi was breathing heavy, his face mere inches from yours and you could hear the wet noises coming from your cunt.

“Fuck. I’m so close.” You swore. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, tell me.” His voice was low and raspy before his lips crashed with yours, the kiss sloppy. You could barely kiss him back, everything too much.

“Fuck. Yoongi I—“ You barely even got to finish your sentence before your orgasm crashed into you unexpectedly.

“Fuck. You got tight.” Yoongi swore, your body shaking beneath him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You whined when you felt his fingers on your clit. “You can give me one more.”

You looked up at him over you, both of you sweaty. You watched him. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his throaty grunts and moans, the way he knew exactly how to please you, the way every kiss knocked the wind out of you.

Yoongi now switched your position, now you were flipped over onto your hands and knees. Your face against his sheets; you were too fucked out to care. His cock was back inside of you like it never left.

“God, you are so fucking good.” Yoongi swore, one of his hands smacking your ass hard; making you jump slightly. “I wish I could cum in you. Fuck.”

“So do it.” You didn’t even realize what you were saying.

Yoongi scoffed. “You know I can’t.” He gripped your hips with both of his hands, pulling you back into him. “God, I envy that man.” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Fuck. Him.” you muttered, hands gripping onto the bed sheets. “Oh god, Yoongi.”

Your walls were clenching him again, and Yoongi’s thrusts were becoming erratic like he was close as well.

“The way you say my name.” He moaned, sending a chill through your body.

“Yoongi.” Your voice was whiny this time. Your second orgasm hit you seconds later, your legs threatening to give out beneath you. Yoongi’s thrusts didn’t change much, only slowing a little bit because of the overstimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Yoongi swore before finally stopping, spilling his own release into the condom. Both of you exhausted, sweaty, and panting for breath.

“Fuck.” You swallowed thickly, turning over when Yoongi pulled out of you.

“Come here.” Yoongi turned your face towards him, kissing you.

You suddenly heard your phone on the nightstand. Your boyfriend’s text tone. Yoongi must have noticed your facial expression change, because now he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No.” You sighed. “That text, it’s him. God, I so bad want to –"

“So do it. Dump his ass.” Yoongi cut you off. “Stay here with me. You can take a shower if you want, borrow my sweats. Just stay.”

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes.

Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge?

Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies.

Only you to trust, only you.

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A First Kiss and a Lie

When asked, Yoongi lies about your first kiss which leads to an argument and a revelation as to why.

Kind of based on an episode of The Big Bang Theory.

“Y/N I love you and they will love you too.”, your boyfriend Yoongi said trying to calm your nerves. The two of you were standing outside the dorm heading to have dinner with the rest of the group. You were meeting them for the first time and you were pretty nervous. “I know I just really want them to like me.”, you said. He smiled and squeezed your hand before opening the door and leading you inside.

The boys instantly ran up and greeted you with hugs and asking a million questions. Jimin grabbed your hand and led you to the kitchen offering you a drink causing Yoongi to smile. He knew you’d fit right in. Dinner went smoothly and wasn’t as bad as you had thought. They continued to ask you questions trying to get to know you even though Hobi said they felt like pretty much knew you since Yoongi talked about you nonstop causing your boyfriend to groan and turn a light shade of red.

After dinner Yoongi invited you to stay and hang out. The two of you cuddled up on the couch while Jungkook and Jin played a video game and Namjoon was reading a book. Taehyung came and sat down next to the two of you with a smile on his face, “So Y/N how did you get this guy to turn into such a softy?”You chuckled at his question while Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I think he’s secretly always been a softy at heart.”, you said before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Taehyung laughed at how Yoongi pretended to be disgusted. Yoongi’s phone started ringing and he excused himself as it was an important call he had been waiting for. Taehyung slid over closer to you, “Soooo Y/N how are things with Yoongi? I heard he’s quite the romantic these days. Even planning your first kiss at that cabin he rented for you two on your birthday.” You thought back to that trip three weeks ago, it was really nice and sweet and you had a great time but it caught your attention that Taehyung had said your first kiss was there. Your first kiss was actually at a party a few months ago.

Before you could question him Yoongi returned and shooed Taehyung away so he could take his seat next to you back. “What are you two talking about?”, he asked. “I was asking Y/N about your romantic antics like renting that cabin for your first kiss.”, Taehyung said. “Yeah Yoongi. How come you told them that you were planning our first kiss at the cabin even though we had already kissed at that party?” He shook his head, “No Y/N our first kiss was at the cabin remember? While you were showering I built a fire and lit a bunch of candles and then when you came out I played that song I wrote for you and then at the end of it I leaned in and kissed you.” With anger starting to rise you shook your head, “No it was at that party in the back yard on that bench. How do you not remember our first kiss?”

Taehyung could sense the tension and excused himself feeling guilty for causing this argument. You were glaring at Yoongi. Suddenly not feeling like being social you turned to look at him, “Can we please go home? I’m not feeling well.” Yoongi didn’t say anything. He just nodded his head. The two of you apologized for ending the evening early and said your goodbyes before making your way to his car. The ride home was silent for the most part. As you thought about Yoongi not remembering your first kiss the sadness in you bubbled up to the service and a few tears slipped out. Yoongi looked over and saw you wiping at your eyes, “Please don’t cry Y/N.”

“How can you not remember our first kiss? I thought that moment was so special. It was the moment I started to fall in love with you. And you don’t even remember it.”, you said the tears coming in full force now. He sighed, “Y/N why do we have to argue about this? Why cant we just agree that our first kiss was that night at the cabin?” Thankfully he just pulled up into the parking lot of your shared apartment and you got out of the car slamming the door behind you and stormed inside not waiting for him.

Once inside he tried to grab your hand but you pushed him off of you, “I’m going to take a shower. Maybe you should sit here and decide how much else of our relationship you want to forget.”

You set the water as hot as you could handle hoping to wash away the anger. While in the shower you started to replay everything over and over in your head and you started to feel bad. You shouldn’t have gotten so upset with him. It’s not like he lied about having a first kiss or anything. And he did work really hard to make that kiss at the cabin memorable. After your shower was finished you felt better and more relaxed. You got dressed and made your way out of the bedroom to find Yoongi and apologize. Luckily you didn’t have to look too far. You found him sitting on the couch in the dark staring out of the window. You swear you heard him sniffle when you first walked in which broke your heart.

You made your way over to him slowly so you didn’t startle him and lowered yourself down on the couch. “I’m sorry I got so upset with you. I was just hurt that you didn’t remember our first kiss.”, you said while wrapping your arms around his waist. He put his arm around you and you both sat there in silence for while. “I do remember our first kiss. It was that night at the party. We were sitting on the bench next to the flower garden. You were wearing that pink dress. You looked so pretty. I had wanted to kiss you all night but I was so scared.”, he said with a smile thinking back to that night.

“If you remember all of that then why did you lie and tell everyone our fist kiss was that night at the cabin?”, you said turning to look at him. “I hated that our first kiss was that night at the party.”, he said biting his lip. You were about to argue again but he continued, “I had just gotten in that huge fight with my brother. I was angry and crying. I smelled like whiskey and was really drunk. I mean I almost missed your mouth because I couldn’t see straight.” You both chuckled at that memory.

Yoongi grabbed your hand and held it in his, “I wanted a redo on our first kiss. That’s why I planned that whole cabin trip and tried to make it special so that it could be memorable to us for all the right reasons. I wanted to have a nice story to tell people if they asked and not just say yeah it was a drunken kiss at a party neither of us wanted to be at. I always thought maybe you’d be embarrassed to tell people that was our first kiss as you deserve better than that.”, he said shyly looking over at you.

You thought for a few moments about what he had said your heart swelling with love for him. “Okay the cabin kiss will be our first kiss. It is a really nice story.”, you said before giving him a kiss. Yoongi flashed a big gummy smile before leaning his head on your shoulder, “Thank you Y/N. I really appreciate that.” “Yeah plus I’ll get to see you get all flustered every time I tell that story and people realize you’re not cold hearted but actually a big romantic goofball.”, you said laughing as Yoongi pushed you onto the couch tickling you as revenge.

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Steven Universe X Gem/Human Hybrid!Fem!Reader

Steven Universe Future!<3

Based on this song ; here

“I didn’t want trouble, Im the girl in the bubble.”

Steven was heavily breathing, he looked up from the sand. How many fights have happened on the beach again? He got attacked, again. He put up his shield and threw the attacker into the sand, Steven looked absolutely annoyed. He was supposed to meet you, but yet! He’s stuck fighting again. Again, again. God, how many times have Steven had to fight and then get late to something with you? As he thinks about it, he kept dodging the attacks until he heard his name getting called.

“Steven! There you are!”

You yelled out, running to him before seeing him get punched in the face. You absolutely looked shocked before looking at whoever did it, you sighed loudly

“Call someone instead of fighting alone!”

“I was getting ready to hang out!”

“Then came trouble.”

Steven put you and him in his bubble which in that bubble he was absolutely checking up on you. Yes he has seen you fight but you were rusty.. you looked tired, annoyed like he was. Steven didn’t want you to be annoyed, tired, looking like you were about to give up!! That isn’t like you, right? That isn’t absolutely like you. But then, the attacker broke the bubble which shook steven out of his thoughts and he almost got attacked before you used your (gw) {gem weapons} and immediately after, you went straight into the attacker’s face. With a sick sick look on your face which.. Steven sorta liked, for whatever reason.. Maybe you annoyed was a good thing??

“It was 6:48. He was walking home.”

You two were immediately hanging out after the fight, acting like nothing happened which was normal for you both. Well it wasn’t normal before but now, with everything you both have been through? It was absolutely normal to act like nothing happened. It was weird though, Steven was acting weird.. well since that little kindergarten thing.. he has been acting weird, you could get it. Everyone is moving on and yet it seems like Steven can’t?? But during the fight, you saw something pink and the attacker getting absolutely knocked out and yet you keep saying nothing.. well what could you say? "hey steven, what was that pink thing?" It could bring back bad memories of him finally learning about his mother or something at least, that what scared you mostly.. you didn’t want to bring up the past at all, the main reason? The way Steven acts about it, the way he has the most traumatic memories, experiences out of everyone.. yea the gems have it bad as well but Steven was a child when it all happened.

Soon after you guys were done hanging out. You two got ice cream and you heard steven talk nonstop about Connie, you ignored that lurking feeling every time he did talk about connie. It’s not jealousy, no it isn’t. You know damn well it isn’t, or is it..? It’s just that.. maybe you like Steven, and he is saying stuff about proposing to connie when they haven’t even—, have they dated in secret or something? God… You quickly got snapped out of your thoughts when Steven said he was going home, He was smiling so happily at you.. how could you not fall in love with him? But then.

“I could walk you home Steven?”

God why did you ask that, maybe he was tired and grumpy or upset! He may be sor-

“I would actually like that!..”

Oh. You smiled, happily but maybe it was laced with confusion at him before walking ahead of him, already knowing where his house is. Afterall everyone in beach city probably knows where steven lives, you heard him catching up. You started to ramble about random stuff during your day that happened, You didn’t catch it but Steven was admiring your face, seeing how adorable it is..

“With the blood on his hand from the broken nose (attacker’s..)”

Steven still remembers him turning pink and absolutely punching the attacker’s nose, or whatever it is really.. he knew it was broken after that really. It wasn’t confusing how it was broken, not at all. But it was weird honestly.. for steven it felt good, maybe it was him being protective, yea that.

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Uhm… sooo. I was planning to do everything but i got writer block so quickly omg, but now!!! HERE IT IS<333, im very happy that some people still like steven universe 😭😭 i got too excited bc i like this song and i like steven universe so😞😞 yay!! I have 5 more stuff to do omg, EEK!!

— Akira.. Akira<3.. logg.. logging…. Off- off. Bye!!<3

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that kind of devotion | anarcia (7)

yayy chapter seven is here :) as always, don't forget to check it out on ao3 !! and leave a comment if you liked it teehee

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For the next two weeks, Marcia found herself texting Lotus every waking moment. During breaks, during dinner, any free time she had was spent laughing at her jokes or smiling at a picture she sent. She got to find out she loved ducks (through the several pictures she sent of the ones at the nearby park- Marcia didn't mind though) to her favorite song (Boss Bitch by Doja Cat, a song Marcia had found herself listening to nonstop lately). If she was lucky, Lotus would even call her after her patrol, and the two would talk for hours. They mostly talked about their day and the investigation, but sometimes Marcia would slip in a story about her growing up, or Lotus would tell her a story about Sasha. The two had grown much closer in the past two weeks, getting along like a house on fire.

Even now, she was sitting on the couch texting Lotus. She giggled at a text the other girl had sent before she was drawn out of her thoughts by someone nudging her leg. "I need to sit down too, you know." Luxx rolled her eyes as she sat down, handing Marcia her food. "Put your phone down and eat, you've been glued to that thing lately. It's your one day off and you've ignored me the whole morning!"

Marcia takes the food from her, "I'm sorry! It's just so...exciting! We've pretty much gone from talking a few times a month to every day, it's hard not to be so engrossed."

"Aww, she's down bad." Luxx teased her.

"No, I'm not down bad. I'm a lover."

"Marsh, that's the same thing."

"It's totally not! Well...maybe a little. Whatever..." She flushed in embarrassment, rolling her eyes. Luxx chuckled at her,  "Isn't that sweet, you know I haven't seen you this excited over a girl since that one in college...what was her name again?" Marcia cringed at the memory, she had to admit she may have the tendency to fall for people quite easily, but Lotus wasn't the same.

"That's not the same thing. Lotus is different."

Luxx raised her eyebrow, so she continued, "She shows genuine interest in me. She cares about my theatre stuff and how my day is. She texts me pictures of cute dogs she sees because she knows I'll love them. She's...thoughtful. Also, she didn't forget my name after one date, so she's already leagues ahead of Caitlin."

Luxx laughed, "Oh my god, I forgot about that! What did she call you again? Maria?"

"Miriam. She said she knew it was some old lady's name."

"Oh my god, she was awful. I'm so glad that lasted like, two weeks."

"You and me both. Anyways, what were you thinking of doing?"

"Well, since we're all getting together after your show tomorrow, I figured we could just lie low today. We could go to that coffee shop you like and people-watch."

Marcia was sold. "You know me so well, Luxx."

"Of course I do. We've been friends for like 10 years, it'd be sad if I didn't. Now let's go, I want to get a good spot before it gets busy."

-

They arrived at the small shop, setting their items down on the counter facing the biggest window. Marcia took a seat, taking out her drawing supplies as Luxx went to grab their drinks. It had been a while since they had been able to do this- they used to do it all the time in college, watching the people pass by and wonder about their lives while they worked on essays or assignments. They would wonder about their own lives, and what the future would be like. Marcia likes to think her younger self would be proud of where she is now. It makes her smile.

"One tea with honey for you...and an espresso for me!" Luxx hums as she sits the drinks down, sliding onto the seat beside Marcia. She brings out her own drawing materials, peering out the window.

"I missed this. Feels like it's been forever since we've done this."

"I know, it feels like we barely have time anymore. I guess that's what it means to be an adult."

Luxx nodded, her pencil sketching across the page. "Such is capitalism. Ugh, I'm so antsy to get this collection done. We're almost ready to go into production, so my stress is mostly over."

"Oh, I'm excited to see the collection! You're taking me to see the show, right?"

"Who else is going to be my plus one?" She laughs, taking a sip of her drink. "Oh yeah, that's good. Fuck, I've missed good coffee. The office coffee is so shitty, Marsh. Oh my god, it's horrible."

Marcia smiled, opening her own sketchbook as she began sketching some of the people outside. "For a luxury brand, you would think they could afford a better coffee machine." She laughed, scribbling in a woman's dark coat. "Maybe they'll get you a new one for Christmas."

Luxx rolled her eyes, "Please, don't give me hope. Irene keeps saying she's going to fix it and improve it herself but we've been so swamped she hasn't had time yet." She looked up for her next target before selecting a man with a dog. "Look at that dog- isn't it cute? Ugh, I wish I was better at animals. It looks like a rat."

Marcia leaned over to look at the sketch, rolling her eyes. "It looks great, you're being dramatic. That is a cute dog though, what a baby." She cooed, snapping a picture of it before she sent it to Lotus. "How is the collection going anyway? Weren't you guys almost done like, a month ago?"

"Well, we were going through final revisions, but they decided to scrap some of the looks so we had to come up with some new ones. I'm hoping this will be the final round though. I've got some of the early concepts for designs in here though." She answers, flipping through her sketchbook to show Marcia some of the designs. 

She always admired the other girls' aesthetic, Luxx's usual grungy and dark designs had seemed to translate perfectly to spring fashion. Desaturated colors and skirts with purposeful rips and tears turned a skirt into the shape of a flower, an impressive feat. Marcia had seen Luxx make gorgeous designs that weren't her aesthetic, but these ones were special. She always loved it when Luxx could show her passion through her designs.

"Dark forest...what a theme, right?" She softly chuckles, flipping back to the sketch she was working on. "I like it though. I think it'll be our best collection yet."

Marcia proudly smiles, returning to her own sketch of some scenery. They sketched in comfortable silence for some time, Marcia having stopped sketching the people outside and started sketching Lotus. She didn't mean to, it was just sort of a habit at this point.

"That's really good, is that Lotus?" Luxx asks, leaning over. Marcia nods, her face tinged red. "Is she coming to your performance tomorrow?"

"No, but she's coming for my first night as Elle. I'm really excited, I hope she'll like my performance- I've been working so hard on it. God, I hope it goes well, what if I choke?"

"You won't choke. You were like, born for this. You're gonna kill it."

Marcia smiles at her, "Thanks, Luxx."

-

Luxx volunteered for dinner duty that night, allowing Marcia a moment to herself. To debrief, to prepare herself for tomorrow. She felt the nerves creeping up, like they did for every show she had done. She had to remind herself that it was going to go well, that she was going to do well. She focused on the warm water of the shower that was beginning to turn cold- maybe she had been in there longer than she thought.

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping her hair in a soft pink towel before beginning to dry herself off. It was nice, and for a moment she felt calm as she blow-dried her hair, the muffled music of Ariana Grande playing in the background. 7 rings was interrupted by the ringing of her phone, Marcia clicked off the hair dryer as she answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, doll." Lotus' voice came from the other end. "Are you able to talk?"

Marcia hummed, "For a little bit- Luxx will kill me if I miss dinner." She wrapped her soft pink robe around her as she left the bathroom and entered her bedroom across the hall. "I thought you're usually on patrol around this time of day?"

"I am, but it's always a slow start. Thought I'd talk to you until I get a call."

She softly smiled, "Well, I won't complain about that. How's your day been?"

"Pretty standard. I'm hanging out with my coworker soon, but other than that nothing of note. But enough about me- you're gonna be on Broadway tomorrow! How are you feeling?"

"Nervous. Excited. I can't tell- I think it's both." She chuckled, "I know I'll probably do well, but it's just those pre-show nerves, you know?"

"Nah, I know you're gonna crush it."

"But how do you know? What if I...I don't know, trip and break my arm or something."

"I think you'd still perform, even if you had to be in a cast. Don't worry. Besides, isn't the saying break a leg?"

Marcia softly sighed, a smile creeping onto her face as she rummaged through her dresser for her pajamas. "Yeah, it is...and you're probably right. I'm way too excited about this. I just can't believe it's finally happening!"

She heard a faint buzzing on the other line, vaguely recognizing it as the sound of a call.

"Do you have to go?"

Lotus sighed, "Yeah. I do. I'm sorry. Hey- break a leg tomorrow. You're gonna kill it."

Marcia smiled. "Thanks, I will."

She heard Lotus laugh, she could practically see the other girls smile in her head.

"Atta girl."

-

The next morning was a blur. She remembered waking up to a 'break a leg ;)' text from Lotus and eating breakfast with Luxx, but time seemed to fly by after that. Her usual subway ride seemed to take five minutes, and their rehearsal that morning felt like it had happened in a second.

Now, she was in the dressing room with her castmates, all giddy and excited for the show. She applied the last of her blush and made sure her costume was perfect, waiting in the wings with the rest of the ensemble for the first number to start. Many were excitedly whispering to each other, the air in the theatre felt electric.

"Who's here for you tonight, Marcia?" One of her castmates and friends, Plasma, asked her.

"My friends and one of my cousins- we're going out afterward. What about you?"

"Some of my friends- and my mom, she flew in from Texas to be here. I can't believe it's opening night!" She excitedly shook Marcia's arm, causing her to smile.

"I know. Oh! There's the house lights, we're going!" She excitedly whispered, taking her place in preparation. She felt the anxiety returning to her chest, taking a deep breath as the curtains drew open.

They began their first number, which went as perfectly as it could. Marcia hit all the right steps, all the right notes, and stayed in character the entire time. She felt the anxiety in her chest dissipate after the first number, it turning into a feeling of joy. She felt good going into the second number, which turned into feeling great for the entire first act. During intermission, she and Plasma celebrated their success, which meant excitedly talking about the show while they made costume and makeup adjustments for the second act.

The second act also went spectacularly. She could tell the entire cast was bringing their all, and the audience could too. Every time the audience laughed or cheered her drive became stronger, causing her to perform even better. By the time curtain call came, she was exhausted- but proud. As she bowed with the rest of the ensemble, she could hear Luxx's cheers above the rest. She couldn't see her group because of the house lights, but that was enough to put a smile on her face. 

She's able to get out of her costume and makeup fairly quickly, only delayed by her and Plasma geeking out about the show- releasing the remainder of the energy they had for the night. Eventually, she gathered her things and left, signing some things for a few fans at the stage door before spotting her friends.

"MARSHALL!" Luxx squealed, tightly hugging the other girl. Marcia giggled as her friends swarmed her, excitement filling the air. Jan raved on and on about her vocals and dance moves, her cousin was a fellow theatre nerd and they often spent their childhood watching different musicals (and poorly reenacting them). Robin, although less experienced in the theatre world, complimented her performance and gave her a bouquet- which Amethyst almost crushed as she pulled the group in to take a photo.

Marcia feels elated as the group returns to her apartment, giving her time to change into a sparkly mini-dress. She quickly shot a text to Lotus before coming back out, rejoining the girls who had also changed. They took a quick shot of some tequila they had lying around the house before heading to the nearest gay bar.

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"My girlfriend said she and her friend are a few minutes away," Robin yelled above the noise, trying to keep Amethyst from getting swallowed up by the crowd. "I'm making them get us drinks- what does everyone want?"

The girls shouted out their various drink orders to Robin, drowned out by the club's music. The lights strobed and Marcia could feel her body vibrating from the bass. She danced with Luxx and Amethyst, letting herself go and focusing on having fun- she deserved it, after all. She felt her legs growing sore, but it didn't bother her. She would regret it in the morning, however it wasn't anything she couldn't deal with.

They only stopped dancing when Robin squealed, throwing herself into the arms of a girl who had just walked up. "That's Aura," Amethyst shouted so they could hear, the other girls nodding along. "Who's that beside her?" Marcia asked, referring to the girl who had appeared beside Aura.

She was wearing a short red dress and a leather jacket, and her long light-colored hair was straight and worn down, with some bobby pins to keep her bangs back. She looked like she had some darker streaks in her hair, but she couldn't be too sure with the blaring club lights. From what Marcia could see, she had a pretty athletic build and a scar over her left eye. She felt like she knew the girl, but she couldn't place her finger on why.

"I guess her friend," Amethyst whispered in her ear, "She's hot, right? Is she glaring at us though?" Marcia turned her attention back to the other woman, Amethyst was right- she did seem to be glaring, but she couldn't even clearly see the girl because of the flashing lights.

"Can't tell."

Aura and Robin finally broke apart, allowing Aura to shift her attention to the other girl.

"Oh! This is one of my friends, Anetra!" The other girl nodded her head in greeting. "She doesn't bite, she just has chronic RBF." Aura laughed, Anetra rolled her eyes and playfully elbowed her. Amethyst introduced herself first before Marcia did- she noticed the girl's eyes widen a bit before returning to normal. That was strange, did she recognize her too?

She was going to talk to her more when Aura pulled her away to go get the group's drinks, putting a pin in her plan. That was fine, she'd just talk to her when she returned. However, Anetra didn't return. Aura came back alone, balancing the drinks in her arms.

"Where'd Anetra go?" Luxx asked, taking her drink from Aura.

"She got a call while we were waiting at the bar- came back and said there was an emergency and dashed out. She seemed stressed about it."

"I hope she's okay..." Marcia worried, "Poor girl just got here."

"I'll check up on her later, she's a tough cookie so I'm sure she'll be fine."

That was the last they talked about it, the rest of the night was a blur as they danced and drank until their feet hurt. Marcia tried to tone it down so she wouldn't feel as miserable tomorrow, which worked to some degree. She and Luxx left around 1 am, both deciding to be somewhat responsible. She quickly changed into her pajamas, almost passing out the instant she hit the bed. She shot off a goodnight text to Lotus, who still hadn't answered her last message, which was odd. She worried something may have happened, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind- she was just paranoid.

[cowgurrrl]

Losing My Cool

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: shortie short but I’ve already got another part half finished 🤠 fic named after this song

Summary: What do they say about all good things? [1.1k]

Warnings: yearning idiots, probably incorrect interview technique, idk what else

A PA brings you over to your mark and instructs you to stay there until your name gets called, which seems simple enough, but she stays nearby to make sure you don't wander. It feels a little silly to always have to be babysat, but you brush it off, smoothing your hands down your blue dress and taking deep breaths. You've done late-night shows before, but they still make you nervous, especially since you know just how many people watch them. Ryan sent you a video of Elizabeth sitting in front of the TV, watching an ad for tonight's show, and cheering when she saw your name and face. So, who knows who else might be watching if your five-year-old goddaughter is?

You can hear the introductory remarks, laughter, and applause that come with them, but you miss the voices whisper-arguing behind you. They die down by the time your brain wraps around the sounds and decide to stay focused. And you do. You run through what you want to say about the movie, fun anecdotes, and easy ways to skate around questions about Joel. You feel settled and prepared until familiar hands wrap around your middle, making you jump and turn in his arms. 

"You're gonna get me in trouble," you say, and Joel smirks.

"I had to convince the production assistant to let me come kiss my girlfriend for good luck."

"You're getting fast and loose with that term, huh?" 

"D'you want me to stop?" He asks, his thumbs swiping over your hips, and you shake your head.

"I kinda like it."

"Good," Joel says as the band starts playing, and you push at his shoulders. He quickly kisses you, his hand lingering on your lower back for a second longer than necessary, before rushing away with a mischievous look on his face. "Kick some ass!'

You laugh at the sentiment as your name gets called from the front of the stage, and the curtain opens enough to let you walk through. You smile and wave to the audience members as you walk over and shake Jimmy's hand. "Thank you so much for being here," he says so only you can hear, and you smile. The band vamps until you sit in the plush chair beside his desk and accept the applause when he repeats your name.

"It's so great to see you! You look fantastic!" He says, and you smile as you run your hands over the skirt of your dress.

"Thank you! I'm so happy to be here."

"Well, we are very lucky to have you. You've been a very, very busy lady these past few years. When was the last time you were in New York?" He asks, and you puff out your cheeks as you think.

"At least four or five years."

"And you went to school out here, right?"

"Yeah, I graduated from NYU. I was lucky enough to earn a full ride on a merit-based scholarship which doesn't happen very often, and once I graduated, I did a few projects here in the city before getting my first movie deal out in LA."

"That's amazing! And since then, you have been nonstop. I mean, you are everywhere. And you have a new movie coming out called Red Dirt Girl," he says as he holds up a picture of the movie poster, and the audience cheers at the image. You reach out to boop Lilly's nose and feel yourself smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt, but you're so happy. For once, it feels genuine. "What was it like to work on this film?" 

"It was just the opportunity of a lifetime. We filmed out west around the Colorado-New Mexico border, and I hadn't even been out there, so it was so fun getting to know that area and working with the cast and crew. I mean, it was just like coming to work and having fun for twelve hours a day, and then we all lived in the same building, so we would just keep hanging out, and we got to be really close."

"And the girl who plays your sister, Lilly Porter, is just phenomenal for someone as young as she is. Did you find yourself getting protective of her?" 

"Oh, absolutely. Lilly just turned sixteen about a month ago, but when we were filming, she had just turned fourteen, so she was really young, and I hadn't worked with someone that young that closely. And we had a day where we just sat down and talked for hours, and she's such an old soul, and she's so smart, but, I mean, we both know how hard the industry can be. So, I set her up with people I trust and gave her advice I wish someone had given me. I got really close with her family, and, of course, they are fantastic people as well. So, it was a learning curve for both of us, but she is an amazing, beautiful person, and I'm so lucky that I got to work with her. I totally consider her a little sister now." 

"Which is ironic considering that you guys butt heads so much in this movie."

"Oh, yes, we do."

"Let's take a look at this clip here," he says as a short clip from the movie comes up on the screen behind you. Lilly's character, Sabrina, is arguing with your character, Jo, about getting sent home from school because of her behavior. Lilly perfectly portrays the annoying little sister as she stomps through the house, making sarcastic comments and driving you up the wall. The clip ends with Sabrina telling Jo that she's just like their mother, which obviously, hits Jo right where it hurts. You smile and clap along with the audience as the clip ends. "Wow! I mean, just fantastic! Were those scenes hard to shoot?"

"The scenes where we were fighting were really hard to film because I just love her so much, and I never wanted to yell at her, but Lilly was absolutely brilliant because she would do a new thing each time we shot the scene that would completely throw me off. So, like, one time she knocked over a chair or slammed the door so hard that pictures fell off the wall, and it would startle me each time, and then it was pretty easy to access that anger after that." You laugh, remembering the time you accidentally did raise your voice because she scared the shit out of you. 

"And did the director tell her to do that?"

"No, she just did it! And Peter, the director, was just sitting there like," You cross your arms over your chest and lean back in the chair, copying the famous Peter Jankowski slouch, and nod, pretending to chew gum. "And like, that's it! Which is great! You always want a director that will let you try things, but I was given no warning." Jimmy laughs at the story and seamlessly transitions into a commercial break. 

The rest of the interview goes smoothly, with you promoting the movie and even playing a game where you had to answer New York City trivia facts. Appearances like this can actually be really fun when they're done right, and you always have a good time when you're on the Tonight Show. As you're leaving the stage, Jimmy tells you that you and Joel have to get dinner with him and his wife the next time you're in the city, and you agree, knowing that it will probably never happen. 

You're excited to see what Joel will say about how things went, but when you go backstage, he's nowhere to be found. You don't find him immediately in the wings where you left him or in your dressing room. You almost ask the PA if she saw him leave, but she's dealing with five million other things, and you doubt she would've noticed even if he did. You furrow your brows as you fish your phone from your purse and type out a quick message to Joel.

Hey! Where are you? I just got done.

The message delivers even though his phone is on Do Not Disturb. You think about calling him but figure he might've just gone back to the hotel room before you. Paparrazi gets pictures of you leaving the studio alone and shouts questions at you, wanting to know where Joel is. You don't answer. You just get in the car and try to get back to the hotel as fast as possible. Truthfully, you're a little embarrassed. You looked around for him like a lost puppy backstage, and now you're just dutifully returning to the hotel to look for him. It also doesn't help that you were photographed arriving with him but not leaving with him. You can feel Melanie's migraine from here.

When you scan into the hotel room, all of Joel's stuff is gone. His clothes, shoes, and even his razor have all disappeared. You were there for an hour, maybe less, and he just left? Your phone buzzes in your purse, and you quickly pull it out to see a text from Joel.

Ellie had an emergency. On the first flight back. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you.

You sigh, plop down on the now too-big bed, and kick off your heels.

No worries. Take care of your baby. I'll see you when I get back.

Thank you. I owe you.

You don't owe me anything, Super Dad. Just text me when you get home, and keep me updated. Let me know if you or Sarah need anything.

He starts typing something before deleting it and then typing again. For a moment, you two stare at the same screen, waiting for the other to say something even though he's at the airport and you're in an empty hotel room. Your heart clenches in your chest as he types and types and types, just for the bubble to disappear as fast as he did.  

[rowdyhughesy]

Stage Fright ✰ Luke Hughes

“ You won't forget about me, right? Even though I'm out of your life. You won't forget about me, right? Even if it's over sometime “

- you won’t forget about me right?, neriah

Luke Hughes masterlist

You loved music.

Your parents used to joke about how you were born with a guitar in your hands and a microphone. The older you got the more you focused on writing your own lyrics and trying to get better, the goal of making it big looming over your head every step of the way.

The one big problem being your stage fright. Every time you’ve tried setting your foot on stage your body went rigid, unable to move and voice stuck in your throat as your eyes take in all the faces staring right at you. Just knowing that all of those pairs of eyes are watching you makes you run away with tears in your eyes.

Luke was always the one pulling you back out as you hid in the bathroom. The voices in your head saying that you’ll never make it. That you can’t make it if you cant even perform in front of others that aren’t your family, Luke or the stuffed animals in your childhood bedroom.

His voice grounding you from the panic attacks, telling you that he believes in you and that is all you would ever need.

But then out of the blue one day in September he broke your heart. You can’t even remember what was said anymore. Your brain shutting of after the words “it’s not working anymore.” Fell from his lips. Luke breaking up with you left you feeling deflated. Heartbroken, alone and it made you crawl back into your shell that he has for the past two years been pulling you out of.

Now you were back at square one.

It took two months before you had used all of the tears to make something. Something being a new song. This time you were determined to step your foot on that stage.

You could feel the cold sweat on your neck and hairline. Hands shaking from the nerves as you watched the rest of your class run around backstage trying to get everything done in time.

Every year the music and art school at Michigan puts on a talent show to raise money for a new charity. Every year your friends have been begging you to stand on the stage with them and every year you’ve backed out last minute. But not this time.

You knew Luke would be in that crowd, Dylan had told you as much when you talked to him a couple of days ago. Both of them probably thinking that you wouldn’t be there and therefor Luke wouldn’t have to face you. Seeing as the last time you were near him he broke things off. The cause of the breakup being fear from Luke’s side. Fear that things wouldn’t work of the day he signed with Jersey and you trying to graduate in a couple of months. Fear is what took your peace from you.

So you handled the heartbreak the only way you knew how. You had been rehearsing it nonstop since you finished writing it. Hands cramping from scribbling words and notes on paper. Lead blending with salt water tears on the pages. Balled up paper thrown about the dorm floor and a smashed coffee mug Luke had given you on your six month anniversary in 2021.

“Y/N, you’re on in two okey? Just take a deep breath. You know the song. This is your song, go on that stage and shine superstar like I know you can.” Your best friend embraces you in a quick hug and encouraging words before shoving the acoustic guitar in your hands. Pushing you toward the lit stage. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath trying to calm your shaking hands you walk to the microphone stand in the middle.

The chatter among the crowd quiets down when they see you. Looking straight forward you notice Dylan, Mackie, Mark, Ethan and lastly Luke sitting in the third row. Luke is looking at you with wide eyes. Shock clear across his features. He blinks a couple of times like he believes he’s in a dream and none of this is real but it is. Tucking your lower lip in between your teeth you run a hand through your hair before fixing the mic stand how you want.

Grabbing your guitar pick from your jean pocket you roll your shoulders trying to get the tension in them out before flashing the crowd a smile. Hoping and praying that they won’t think about how scared you must look, but you know that Luke can see right through the facade your trying to build up. That if anything pisses you off. He lost the privilege to be able to read you like a book months ago.

Clearing your throat you start strumming the cords. Making sure to maintain eye contact with the brunette the whole time. Make him know how much him leaving hurt. How it left you feeling like you lost a part of you.

“It's 4 AM, I can't turn my head off. Wishing these memories would fade. They never do, turns out people lied. They said, "Just snap your fingers" As if it was really that easy for me to get over you. I just need time. Snapping one, two. Where are you? You're still in my heart. Snapping three, four. Don't need you here anymore. Get out of my heart.”

Your voice cracks at the last sentence. Get out of my heart being a silent plea for Luke. A plea for him to give back the pieces of you that’s embedded with him. A wish to be free from all the memories that haunt you on the lonely nights when your best friend can’t be there to hold you just like he used to.

Luke is staring back at you with glazed over eyes, lips pulled in a tight line to stop them from wobbling. He feels like someone pulled the ground from under him and he’s free falling. The regret of leaving eating him up from the inside. Guilt digging it’s claws straight to his heart and he can’t stop the tears from spilling. He was a coward and he knows that. Leaving you when he still held all his love for you in his heart. Scared of you slipping away when you become what he knows you can be one day. That you’ll forget him and that made him be the one to break it off. Finish the relationship before you realise that you don’t need him.

He just didn’t know that you’ll forever need him in your life. You didn’t want to do anything without him beside you, not in this life nor the next one. Wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand you grab the mic, inhaling with a shaky breath as you try to not think about Luke crying.

“'Cause I might snap (oh), I might snap. 'Cause I might snap (oh), I might snap. Get out of my heart (oh). 'Cause I might snap (oh) Get out of my heart, yeah. 'Cause I might snap.” Your voice thinning out at the end. Closing your eyes you don’t notice the people standing up until the sound of clapping reaches your ears.

Eyes snapping open you cry even more seeing the crowd clapping and cheering. They’re cheering for you and it’s all you’ve ever dreamed about. Whistling makes you move your gaze toward your friends. Mark and Ethan hollering your name as Dylan jumps up and down like a mad man flailing his arms around. Sneaking a glance at Luke you bite your lip. He’s standing up, dried tear tracks on his pale cheeks but he is looking at you with a face full of pride. You did the one thing you never believed you could and knowing that he was there to see it makes your heart clench inside your chest.

Saying a quick thank you in the microphone you half run off the stage. Heart thumping you walk over to your backpack sitting beside your guitar case. A ding from your cellphone grabs your attention from the water bottle that’s raised to your mouth. Grabbing it as you drink the beverage your body freezes.

Lukey💋

I want to talk to you

I have so many things I need to tell you

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

Ok so this is the canon au sick Cyno concept i was chewing on yesterday - and even if it doesn’t become a fic I love the thought

so! Tighnari is leaving the main city for the day, I’m assuming to go back to the forest ? (Idk how this part will work with them being in school but regardless It doesn’t matter point is nari is in the city lol) and he happens to catch a glimpse of Cyno…leaving the bimarstan..

tighnari is a little taken aback cuz he knows cyno would never willingly go and so he goes after him, only to find him pale faced and looking seconds from passing out. When Cyno sees him he’s overcome with relief and almost just collapses then and there.

now this is where my mind goes two different directions fully. 1. Cyno got injured on a Matra or Marta training related mission, and because he was with the others he was all but forced to go to the bimarstan. Maybe it was over crowded that day, full of crying and the smell of blood and antiseptic sprays and it just was far too triggering. Maybe he sees something specific that reminds him of his past and he’s pale faced cuz he’s seconds away from throwing up everywhere from panic and trauma alone. Not to mention depending on what injury he sustained it would make sense he’d be feeling nauseous in general. Tighnari finds him and is concerned and confused, does Cyno pass out? Does he puke? Both? Neither? Either way I imagine Cyno clings to nari and just wants to go with him, to wherever it’s safe. And nari ofc wants to double triple check that Cyno is truly okay (maybe Cyno continues to feel unwell and tighnari is too concerned to just send him back to his apt)

2. Cyno was on a mission to rescue some students. Students who are in the same school that Tighnari is a part of (I forget the name) maybe the mission fails and they are too late, and instead they are tasked with taking the unrecognizable remains back to the bimarstan. Maybe Cyno hasn’t seen tighnari in a few days but remembers him mentioning that he was working on something special. Maybe because the bodies aren’t recognizable when he over hears a random student asking “has anyone seen Tighnari recently” cyno im his exhaustion begins to panic and think of the worst. Maybe because of his newer status as a Matra and the fear and guilt of this mission gone wrong, and being in this hospital he just slowly and quietly begins to panic. Leaving the place feeling sick to his stomach (maybe he also ate something bad idk) and just…on his way to confirm nari is alive. He knows jes being irrational but maybe this is the first time he’s seen that many disfigured bodies of students like him. And the thought that I could be nari- of all people…so you can imagine when tighnari pops up right in front him while he’s half ready to dry heave in an alley he practically feels like he’s seen a ghost. And from there it’s the same song and dance of Cyno needed some extra medical and emotional help from the one person who makes him feel human

Okay these are absolutely BRILLIANT, and if it's okay with you I need to incorporate at least one of them into the Akademiya Days series 👀

Argh, I'm late finally responding to this, but I've been thinking about these ideas nonstop since I first read this ask and!! I'm absolutely obsessed!! I don't even know where to start!!

Tighnari's immediate concern for seeing Cyno at the Bimarstan, that immediate dread of "if he willingly went there, it's got to be really bad" or "he must have so much anxiety right now" and he immediately abandons wherever he was heading to run over and check that Cyno is okay. And just Cyno's utter relief at seeing Tighnari, like a weight lifts off his shoulders!

I can't decide which concept I like more, because these are both absolutely brilliant.

We either have a really injured Cyno who just had so many horrible memories resurfacing, and he just needs to sit down because he's so pale faced and lightheaded. He's shaking and he doesn't even know if it's because he's in pain or because he's on the verge of having an anxiety attack. I can see Tighnari either deciding "right, you're coming home with me" because he definitely wants to look after Cyno and he thinks getting him out of the city and to somewhere he feels safe will help him a lot mentally. Or Tighnari decides to just cancel his other plans immediately to go back to Cyno's apartment with him to look after him and take care of him.

Or we have properly traumatized Cyno who's suddenly questioning his decision to become a matra because he's just been so shaken up by what he just saw. He's already in the clutches of so many horrific memories from just being at the Bimarstan, and now he's been faced with the severed body parts of students like him and, even worse, like Tighnari. And his stomach is just suddenly in his throat and he has to excuse himself to hurry outside before he starts dry heaving. He's half panicking, really nauseous, and just so ashamed, but more than anything he just needs to know Tighnari is okay and- suddenly Tighnari is right there in front of him and asking if he's okay, and relief is so immense that Cyno has to puke in the nearest flowerbed.

These are absolutely fantastic argh!! I really want to write them!!

[zeldaelmo]

Hi Zelmo! I have 2 dialogue prompts for you! Hope that is okay. “What are you listening to?” And “Wait, are you really serious?”

Obviously Zelink, but maybe this is set in a modern au?!!! I’ll leave that up to you ☺️

Congrats!!

Thank you, Missy! This completely and utterly ran away from me. Yeah, it's an 90s AU. 😆 Been there, done that, so... Booyah, enjoy!

Mixtape

It had been two days since Link left the tape on the cracked step that led to her backdoor. He had made sure that it was leaning against the wall so that she would spot it immediately but it was safe from the rain (never mind it was midsummer). For Zelda, he had written on the cover in blocky letters so that she didn't need to bother with his bad handwriting (and her roommate didn't steal it). Ten songs, hand-picked, painfully recorded on his stereo. He had to re-record “Romance in the Air” five times because the buzzkill of a radio host kept butting in toward the end every single time, just before the last chords faded away.

Two days and still nothing. She didn't say anything that would imply she figured out why he left it there. A mix tape, just for her. Could he get any more obvious? But nothing. No reaction. No wink, no joke, and surely no kiss. Nada.

He glanced over to her where she sat next to him on the bus back home, her leg casually touching his. Fishnet stockings brushing over baggies, close but never close. Nothing but nonchalant contact, never sitting on his lap, never pushing her fingers into his hair, and never ever pressing her lips to his.

Best friends forever.

It was driving him crazy. She smiled at him, blue-painted eyes crinkling at the corners and lips too kissable for his sanity, showing perfect teeth. She leaned her head against his shoulder, just like they’d done it dozens of times before. The strands sticking out of her space buns kept tickling his cheek and he held his breath. How could she look so cute, no matter what she wore? The one time he tried to be cool and bleached the tips of his hair, he looked like a hopeless idiot. No wonder she ignored his tape.

His head bumped against the headrest of his seat and he pulled his foot on his knee, toying with the soda tabs she had threaded on his shoelaces for fun. It was his own fault that he had a crush on her, not hers. Which idiot fell for his best friend? And left a mixtape on her doorstep? He would never worm his way out of this one if she confronted him about it. Maybe it was for the best that she simply ignored his little misstep altogether so that he wouldn’t ruin their friendship. He closed his eyes, trying to doze off. Yes, that was probably the way he should see it.

He snapped out of it when she nudged his side. "Coke?" she asked, wiggling the open can already in front of him. He nodded groggily.

"I only have Cherry Coke, I'm sorry."

"As if," he snorted, took a swig, and grimaced wholeheartedly. "Hmm, no better way to catch cavities."

"It's just because it's warm! If you would try it cool, you'd see how superior Cherry Coke is!"

"Not," he deadpanned, but the Walkman in her lap had caught his attention. His gaze followed the cords up to her earbuds and back to the blue, transparent device. There was a tape inside, he could see the little gears turning inside. His mouth went dry despite the awfully sweet Coke. "What are you listening to?"

"Oh!" She giggled and offered him an earbud. "It's a tape someone left on my doorstep the other day. I've been hearing it nonstop. They left no name, sadly. I thought about Groose, but I don't think he hears music like that."

Link stared at her, his brain trying to catch up with the words that just came out of her mouth. She had found the tape and not only that, she liked it! She heard it nonstop. Nonstop!

The tape wasn't from talk-to-the-hand Groose, it was from him! And, oh snap, he, the biggest dumbass in Hyrule, had forgotten to sign it!

He managed a wobbly smile, the earbud falling two times out of his ear when he tried to put it in.

"Glad you like it," he muttered, eyes firmly on the gears of the tape going round and round in the Walkman, half-hoping "Romance in the Air" would drown him out.

No such luck.

Neon-yellow nails waved in front of his face, forcing him to look up at her. Her face was pink.

"It's yours?" she asked, voice a little high. Link wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not, but what else should he do than nod?

The next song, 'Not this time', played in their earbuds. It was about a guy finally finding back to his love and never letting her go again. Link's favorite, mainly because of the lyrics.

"Link," Zelda said.

"Not this time," said the song, and Link had trouble keeping eye contact with her. The sky-blue eyeshadow was smeared to her lower eyelid; she must have dozed off on his shoulder as well.

"I know we're best friends," she said now, wiping even more eyeshadow over her face. "But you can't just give me a mixtape. You know what making a tape means, right? Goddess, you even have 'romance in the air' on it. And as the next to last song on top of that! You just can't!"

Link watched the words spilling from her lips. She was still pink, but now she also seemed angry? Hurt? Maybe both.

"The bridge makes me think of you," he murmured. "Of when we… when we…" The words caught in his throat and he waved her off. "Just forget about it."

Of course, she forgot about absolutely nothing. She snapped her mouth shut and opened it again, her space buns vibrating. "Wait, are you really serious?"

He shifted on the awful polyester seat cover that grew hotter by the second. "Hella serious, yeah."

"Oh, wow." She leaned back, the cord of the earbuds stretching between them. "I ruined this, right? My bad, let me try again."

A small smile graced her lips when she looked up again and lifted the Walkman. "You made this for me, right? I love it! Have been listening to it nonstop. Wanna go out sometime on the weekend?"

His smile grew tenfold bigger. "Yeah. I'd love to."

Chuckling, she dropped back onto the place on his shoulder, readjusting her earbud. A little bit of shifting was necessary to find a comfortable position, and eventually, Link put his arm around her to give her more space. "This okay?"

"Very," she said, a smile in her voice.

Link chuckled under his breath and pressed a kiss to one of her buns.

Best friends, forever-ever.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

I feel like if Kai had a partner who introduced him to some modern music he would be into the band cigarettes after sex

oooh okay, so admittedly i had never listened to this band before getting this ask, so i immediately went and listened to most of their discography! after that, i can confidently agree he would be a fan.

no warnings below, the "keep reading" feature is only there to divide the long-ish post!

first of all, i love the idea of him being with someone who introduces him to all the great music he missed out on. he'd probably be so happy to hear something other than pre-1994 music, and would definitely lean towards that grunge sound. he still loves a lot of his 90s music, but is excited to hear what the new decades have brought up.

you'd be equally excited to play it for him, because it's one of your favorites, and matches his vibe. maybe you put it on as background music, driving in the car or while you're cooking. at first, he just enjoys the tune, but then he really listens to the lyrics.

maybe, also, you play it for him when he has trouble sleeping because of nightmares keeping him up. sometimes it works immediately, but sometimes he just stares at the ceiling and listens. on those nights, whether or not he falls asleep, he's able to relax.

i can see him kinda staring at the wall and just letting the lyrics melt into his brain. some of the songs bring him back to his childhood & he is reminded of the pain it brought. some songs make him think of you & how much he loves you & values the relationship the two of you share.

also, a lot of people have told me "seven" (taylor swift) reminds them of kai's childhood, to which i completely agree. but i was listening to "apocalypse" (cigs after sex) while driving home from work the other day and picked out these lyrics,

sharing all your secrets with each other, since you were kids

sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave you, clutched in your fist

and felt like they related the lyrics in "seven," which then relates back to kai. once i get more into this band, i may come back to this post and drop more songs / lyrics that really stick out to me about him!

anon, thank you for introducing me to this wonderful band! i've been a nonstop listener since receiving this ask 🩷🩷 [also, if you have specific songs of theirs that make you think of kai / think he'd especially like, i'd love to know which ones!]

[brrrkdslek]

QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 014 — WONYOUNG STRIPPER ERA⁉️💸🤑

the four girls ran down the streets as they reached a cafe, in front of it was no other than ms jang wonyoung having her pictures taken by yeosang as san stood at the side awkwardly.

"yah, wonyoung!" chaewon marched towards the two as wonyoung immediately scurry behind yeosang. he physically held his breath at the smell of her, "nooo get away!"

the other two girls at your side shared a look before charging to tackle wonyoung to the ground. you decided to go buy a latte inside the cafe since it was early. san watched you walk into the cafe, following like a lost puppy.

as you were about to pay, san slid his card across the counter and flashed you his usual gentle smile. "san! you were there? i didn't even see you." you gave him a warm hug as he returned the hug, he could hear his heart beating through his ears.

you two chat a bit when you were waiting for your latte. "ugh, i can't believe you were the mc! i'm so jealous of the other guys, i wanna mc with you too!" you found it amusing how san whined and stomped his feet on the ground like a baby.

you giggled at his antics and pat his head with him freezing on the spot, "it's fine, besides i can see you everyday if i wanted to, right?" his cheeks reddened as he nodded shyly, melting into your touch.

"vanilla latte!" you jogged over to the counter when you heard one of the baristas call for your order. after you retrieved your drink, you and san left the cafe and started to walk back towards the dorms with the others a few streets ahead of you.

"so... i watched your recent live." your eyes widen as you blushed a bit, looking down. "oh, haha. honestly it was kinda embarrassing to talk about." you turned to look at him, the way he was staring at you made your stomach turn.

"you're staring." you point out, "oh..! sorry- but the live was good, i loved listening to you talk about how you produced and wrote the songs. i almost cried when you talked about the concept and the meaning behind the song and lyrics!" he rubbed the back if his neck,

"really? was it that good?" "definitely! i also think it's impressive how you started making money for your family at 14, personally i would die." he looked at how you became quiet after he brought up your family. "a-ah! i'm sorry for bringing up a sensitive topic, i was just amazed by how well you do things..."

you turned and gave him a small smile, "no it's absolutely okay if we talk about this. i was just thinking, that's all! ask me anything." san swore his heart stopped for a second when you smiled at him. "could you tell me about your brother...?" he saw how your smile slightly dropped at that, "you don't have to! i was just curious since-"

"boomi." "what?" "his name is boomi, he's 11 this year." "that's such a cute name!" he smiled at the thought of a little brother, "which school does he go to?" "ah... he doesn't go to school actually." he read through you really easily, your face said it all. "you don't have to force yourself to talk about it if you don't want to." he pat your back in encouragement.

you were quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again, "no, it's about time i talked about it with someone. chae said it's not healthy if i avoid it all the time, but i hope you won't openly tell people." san reassures you and tells you to keep talking.

"boomi actually suffers from leukemia. it's been a few years since he was first diagnosed," san's expression dropped for a while, just as he was about to speak up, you cut him off. "don't tell me 'i'm so sorry', or 'that's horrible'. i don't want to hear it."

"...is he doing well?" you took a sip from your latte, "currently, yes. the doctors said he might be able to go outside next week, he was so excited and talked about it nonstop when i went to visit him a few days ago." you smile to yourself as the picture of boomi jumping around the garden played.

you looked at him with your pretty eyes, making him flustered for a bit. "he's actually a huge fan of ateez! he was so happy when i brought hongjoong to see him a few months back. he really wants to meet the rest of the guys in the future!" he cocks his heaad in confusion.

"hyung met him before?" "oh yeah! me and joong actually gotten pretty close during my trainee years, we hit it off since we both liked rapping and producing. he decided to take me as his 'daughter' and taught me everything he knew about producing and rapping.

the reason i got this far was mainly because of his help, we talk to each other about our problems and things related all the time! he's a great person to he around and i love making music with him."

san got a bit jealous hearing how close you were with hongjoong, "do you think we could build that kind of relationship too?" you blushed a bit, he looked so much like a little puppy, so cute. "of course! we'll get there eventually." you two walked in comfortable silence as you neared the dorms.

you bidded him goodbye but before you could walk away, san pulled you into a warm hug. "y'know i'm so proud of you, y/n. you've been working so hard all this time, you're literally so amazing...!" your eyes watered as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"thanks... i really needed that." san cooed at you and kissed your forehead a few times before his phone rang in his pocket, "ah, crap! i had practice today and i totally forgot, gotta go!" he planted one last kiss on your forehead before running off towards the company building.

you stood dumbfounded for a few more seconds before you turned and went back to the dorms.

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[resi4skz]

CHAPTER 7

Pairing: idol!Chan x Rebecca Greywood (OC)

Warnings: none for this chapter

This is purely fiction!

Cover by: @3rachasdomesticbanana

After the first concert, many concerts came along with it. Two months after the first, they started their first world tour and I had to go with them to all. There were only 1-2 months between that we got to come home but even then, the boys were busy making songs and practicing new choreography for their next album Go Live.

They all even changed their hair color. While 4-5/8 stayed a darker color, the others started off with vivid colors then turned to darker colors. Chan started with green and pink which ended up with black with red streaks on the front. It was a differnt look on all of them, espeically Chan. Personally, darker hair suited him best. It brought out his facial features more. As I was applying concealer under his eyes, he opened his eyes as if to say something. "Ah, sorry. Did I press too hard?"

"No. I had been meaning to tell you about the suggestion you told me about months ago. For my hands."

"Oh?" I resumed applying the concealer, covering his dark circles.

"I used a hand lotion and my hand had never been so smooth," he replies.

"Oh, I'm glad it worked out with you," I smile as my phone chimes for the 20th time today. Annoyed, I completely shut it off and put on the counter.

"Trouble in paradise?" Chan asks, his eyes following my every move as I set his under eyes with face powder.

"It's nothing," I lie.

But it wasn't a lie. For the past few days, dad had been trying to get in touch with me via email and now my phone has been ringing nonstop. I still don't know how he got a hold of my new phone number but considering how he snoops around, I wouldn't be surprised if that's how he got it. And honestly, I didn't have time for that kind of stress. I finish his face with makeup spray. "Done."

"Thanks," he smiles and leaves. Their performance went smoothly and when they were done, they packed up and left to do the rest of their schedules.

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It was Sunday and I was getting annoyed at my phone for constantly ringing. "Oh for the love of god, pick up your phone!" Luna yells coming out from her room. I ignore her as my phone goes silent before my email notifications sound goes off. She sighs and picks up my phone. I hear her gasp and I look at her, confused.

"What is it?" I ask. She gives me my phone, sitting down beside me. I look down at my phone. It's an email from my dad's lawyer.

To Ms. Rebecca Greywood,

I hope this email finds you as your father has tried to get in contact with you many time regarding a confidential agreement. Below is the form that has been signed by your father, it just needs your signature to make it official. Please keep in mind that I'm only doing my job and I tried my best to make your dad re-think his options but he was adamant about this. Please forgive me.

Regards,

Tim

I click on the document. "What the fuck?" He disowned me? That motherfucker disowned his only biological daughter? I feel my vision start to blur but I wipe my cheeks and look at Luna, who's surprised to see me cry. "My dad disowned me."

Her face softens as she hugs me. "Oh, Becca. I'm so sorry."

"I mean," I say, wiping my cheeks. "Who does that? To his own daughter."

"I know, honey. I know," she rubs my arms consoling me. "Let it out, I'm right here."

I angrily wipe my face. "No! I will not cry over a man who never once in his life saw me as his daughter. Who never told me he loved me. Never told me to have a good day. Never told me that it's okay to fail because failure wasn't a choice for him. I will not waste a second over a father who never even tried to contact ever since I've moved across countries and this," I point to my phone, "this is how he repays me." I write my signature on the document and send it back to Tim. "There. Now he can be happy with his life with his mistress and her son."

Luna opens her mouth to say something but I stomp my way into my room, shutting the door with a bang. Hours go by, I lay in bed, with the blanket over me as I stare at the ceiling. Why do I feel like crying when I swore to myself that I would never cry over a father who never wanted me in the first place?

But I did. I cried myself to sleep that night.

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Over the next few weeks, I work like a zombie with little to no breaks. Even Luna told me a few times to take it easy. But my my mind was on overdrive. I just wanted to not think about anything else and that's why I indulged myself in work. And whenever I had free time, I was in the gym. It kind of helped though because I gained more muscle which made my arms more toned. I even lost a couple of pounds ehich wasn't great for my wardrobe though.

I was applying Felix's foundation base very carefully when Han excitedly comes to me. "Noona! We're going to practice later, do you want to come and watch?"

"That's so sweet of you to ask, Hannie but I'm pretty busy." At this point, I was just making up excuses.

"Oh come on, noona. Just come and watch. We really want you to come," Felix says. "It'll be fun!"

I watch their expression turn into a pout. Good lord these boys. Sighing, I nod. "Fine. I'll come." I chuckle at their little victory dance.

*CHAN'S POV*

I changed into sweats and headed down to the dance room. But when I opened the door, I was greeted by the guys already inside goofing around. And then I saw her. She was laughing at something Han and Binnie were saying to her. The same pain comes back in my chest and then she looks my way, and suddenly it's hard to breathe. I cough it out which makes the others look at me.

"Oh good, Channie hyung is here. We can start the practice," Hyunjin announces.

I watch as she sits at the very back. "Is she going to watch us dance?" I ask as I walk over to Felix.

"Oh yeah, Han and I asked her," he replies. "Hope that's okay with you, hyung?" I nod my approval.

The boys and I get in positions for 'God's Menu' and wait for the music to start. Through the mirror, I watch as she watches our every move with the song blasting in the room. When the song ends, I point out the errors and we start again. After about the third time, we were halfway through the song when she suddenly gets up, startling us and runs out the room. I.N. cuts the song and we look at each other like we did something wrong that made.jer run out.

"Is she okay?" Leeknow asks.

"Should we go after her?" Han asks.

"You guys stay here," I say as I sprint after her. I glance around the hallways and empty rooms. "Becca?" I peek inside an empty studio and spot her sitting in a corner. "Becca? Gwenchana?" When she looks up, my chest hurts but this was different pain than before. I crouch down to her level. "What's wrong? Did we do something to upset? If so, I'll apologize."

"No, it's not you guys," she replies, sniffling. "Watching you guys dance just reminded me of the past." More tears roll down her cheeks. "It reminded me of the times I was the happiest."

"Please don't cry." I suddenly felt helpless. I wanted her to stop crying.

"My dad disowned me." She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"What?"

"Oh yeah. I even signed the papers and everything to make it official," she replies.

And then she tells me everything. From the moment how she wanted to audition to JYPE to the point where her dad put the USB in the water. She told me she was a med student before becoming a MUA. She told me everything about her dad marrying his mistress and becoming a step sister. And she told me about Patricia, her stepmom who wanted Becca out of their lives for good ever since her dad made her and her step-son move in. She spilled her heart out to me and I let her because I saw how much pain it gave her for keeping it all in.

By the end of her telling me, I watch her visibly relax. "Feeling better?"

She nods, chuckling. "Yes. Thank you. I don't know why I just told you everything."

"You're welcome. I'm glad I was here. The guys are probably wondering where we are though."

"They must be so worried!" She gasps.

I chuckle. "It's okay. They're probably just goofing around."

She giggles and my heart skips a beat. I seriously thtink something is wrong with it. "Thank you, Chan. Really. I had been working non stop for the past few weeks and telling you everything felt like a huge weight lifted over my shoulders."

"Well, I'm glad you told me. The guys actually noticed that you weren't yourself lately."

"I'm sorry." Why is she apologizing?

"Hey," I grab her hand, squeezing it and she looks at me. "Don't apologize for something that's not even your fault. Just keep your head high and focus on what you want, yeah?"

She gives me a soft smile. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How do you know what to say and make the others feel better?" She asks.

Chuckling, I stand up and offer her my hand. "People tend to forget that I've been in the industry before I even debuted with the boys." She takes my hands, standing up. "I had to toughen up in order to focus on what I wanted and needed."

She smiles, sniffling. "Kudos to you, Channie." She gasps and I laugh. Only the boys call me by that name but hearing it from her was kind of refreshing actually.

"It's okay. You can call me that," I reply. And when I tell you the ways her eyes lit up, it was was like a kid given candy for the first time. It was adorable.

"Ah! The guys must be worried!" She exclaims but I stop her running.

"It's okay. I texted them after I found you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," I smile as I lead her out to the hallway. "You good by yourself to go home?" She nods. "If anything, you have my number so don't hesitate to use it, even if it's for a quick chat."

"Yeah. Thanks again."

"No problem," I reply. "I really should get going before they all come looking for me. See you at work?"

She nods, smiling. For some reason, knowing she's feeling better made me feel at ease. "See you at work."

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*BECCA'S POV*

As soon as I enter the apartment, Luna comes running enveloping me in hug. "Whoa whoa, what is this?"

She stands back. "I thought you'd be sad? Wait," She examines me from head to toe. "You cried but you look....happy?"

I roll my eyes, as I walk in the kitchen. "Okay. I need names. Spill."

"Why are you assuming there are names?" I ask, pouring water in a glass.

"Rebecca Greywood, you have been miserable for the past few months and suddenly you're in high spirits? No. That doesn't happen unless there's someone involved," she replies. "Or unless a certain blonde haired australian boy confessed?"

I choke on water and cough. "What the fuck?"

"He confessed?!"

"For the millionth time, no! It's not like that!" I groan, setting the glass down. "We just talked."

"And?"

"And I told him everything," I reply.

She blinks at me. "Everything?"

I nod. "Everything."

She goes quiet for a second before saying, "Well, shit. If that ain't the cutest thing I've heard today."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. This woman needs a hobby. Or a boyfriend. I start walking towards my room. "Rebecca and Chan sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-" I shut my bedroom door and close my eyes. Sheesh.

I quickly change into comfy pjs and take off my makeup before finally settling in bed. I was suddenly so sleepy. As I close my eyes, my phone chimes. "Ugh, who is it at this time?" I grab it and my lockscreen pops up with Chan's name on it. Clicking it open, I smile at his message.

C: i hope you got home okay?

R: yes, currently laying in bed to sleep.

C: glad to hear :)

R: thank you for today, i dont know what i wouldve done if it wasnt for you to show up like that

C: dont be too hard on yourself. just keep your head held high and aim for what you want

R: aye aye captain

C: lol its good to see you like this, becca. the boys and i were starting to get worried.

R: im sorry for making all of you worry. i just had a lot on my mind and didnt wanna talk about it

C: im glad you told me. im also glad you let that frustration out. next time come to me if something bothers you

My heart starts beating faster at his text. Why is he being nice to me?

R: just you?

C: yeah, wae? Shireo?

R: oh now the korean comes out?

C: ;) goodnight becca

R: goodnight, channie

Smiling I put my phone back on charging. I sigh as I finally close my eyes and fall asleep faster than I have before. I dreamed of flowers and sunshine. And among the flowers and sunshine was the man who listened to my problems and never said a thing about it to me. I dreamed of him smiling and laughing.

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Author's note: this fanfic won't have nfsw scenes. It's going to be on the sweet and cuter side. I'm not going to make them get together till much much much later.

Text & Korean romanization legend:

C = Chan

R = Rebecca

Gwenchana = are you okay/alright?

Wae = why?

Shireo = don't like it?

Hyung = older bro

Noona = older sis