#i left it open ended though so if ur not as much a fan of pain as i am u can apply ur own endgame decision

[maeumi-jng]

hiii!! i love ur writing it’s absolutely adorable 🥹🫶 i was wondering if you could write something about riki & reader and maybe the reader is just a little older than him like a few months to a year? and they are very adamant on giving him his space especially since he has dealt with… so much from older fans. but riki rlly likes the reader and he’s frustrated because he doesn’t want her to think of him like a kid maybe 🤔 but reader likes him back she is just scared bc she feels like what if she makes him uncomfortable? but then it has a happy ending because they talk it out & jungwon helps them 😭🫶 totally understand if u don’t want to take this request! even if u don’t, it’s alright i love ur writing sm

kiss her you fool

pairing: idol!riki nishimura x idol!fem!reader, childhood bsf!yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: riki likes you. you like him. if the maths is right, you should be together. but riki left one variable unaccounted for. or in which riki must get to the bottom of why you are withholding your feelings for him if it's the last thing he does

warnings: reader is a year older, ANGST, mention of c-19, DISGUSTING OLD CREEPY FANS, mentions of sexual harassment, insecurity, problems of young debuting and discrimination, and crying, jealousy, swearing, appearance of riize's anton, riki being an absolute menace but a communication king 😤, romantic confessions, cringe but fluffy, proof-read before dinner soooo ☺️

word count: 2k+ library: enhypen bookshelf

author’s note: it's my first request 😭 i got youuuuuuu. i didn't mean for this to get so um well sappy and sad, got a bit carried away with the 'older fans' thing, but thank you so much for requesting! i hope this is up to par ♡︎ // song rec is titular but not really incorporated

You had made a mistake.

A very big mistake.

Liking Riki Nishimura.

How exactly that happened... well almost four years ago now, in 2020.

The practical shut down of all things physical in the industry. No concerts, no fan meetings, no live performances, restricted filming... the entire world had gone quiet.

Yet, as humans had done since the dawn of time, there was adaptation. Online concerts that were pre-recorded and emphasised stage performances, masked filming with very few staff, well.. masked everything...

And in the midst of all of this, was I-LAND. The survival show that would form a new boy group. The same show that your childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon, was participating in. As his friend, former label mate, and a representative of BigHit, you were very enthusiastic, promoting the show when you could on your lives and consistently voting for him, producing the theme song, even coming on the last episode with your seniors.

Jungwon did it. He got first place. With almost 1.5 million votes. To withhold all your tears that day was a heavy task. You didn't want anyone to think that the votes had been manipulated due to your influence so you had kept a bit quiet about your relation to Jungwon. But you were just so proud.

People eventually found out soon though. Months before ENHYPEN was to debut with the claims that it just made sense that you two were childhood friends.

Along with him came six other people that you would soon make lifelong friends with, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki. You debuted quite early and despite being the youngest leader ever to debut and the maknae, friends were hard to come by (surprise surprise). So you welcomed these with open arms. Any friend of Jungwon was going to be a friend of yours.

You cherished all the members in their own ways but you couldn't lie and say Riki wasn't special to you. He reminded you of yourself. So young yet so passionate. Furthermore, he was Japanese. Living in a foreign country by yourself at such at such as young age... it had to be tough.

So in a way, you took him in. By that you meant your mother had basically accepted him as her son and you took care of him as if you were his older sister. You helped him with his Korean, your mother invested into learning Japanese cuisine so he didn't feel too homesick, always sending you with tiffins of food to the company or to the dorm, you stayed by him during the tough times... you made sure that he never felt alone, even for a second. You promised him.

The thing about debuting so young was that it often attracted the wrong type of people. You had gone through it and were still going through it despite turning twenty soon. Older fans... they seemed to love you. Especially, older men. From shouting your name loudly and asking for cute poses at fan signs to genuinely asking to marry you and specifically positioning their cameras at a certain angle to capture under your skirt... It was beyond you.

And Riki was going through the same thing, primarily with older women. Asking to marry him, seeing him shirtless, inappropriate fan fiction... the list of crazy was endless.

But your group and especially ENHYPEN wasn't having any of it. You all tried to the best of your ability to protect Riki but it just never seemed to stop. There were just so many weird people out there. It was infuriating.

You stuck to your promise. You made sure Riki felt safe and you could tell it was working. He was always honest with you, at his most vulnerable. He could share anything with you and he'd feel comfortable. You were the one person closest to him, there was no doubt about it.

But then you had to fuck it up. You got feelings.

You didn't realise it at first. But by the end of last year, you were sure. The long hugs, the stares that lasted a second more than they should've, Riki's abrupt clinginess... all of the mundane things were suddenly making you flustered and open the opportunity to having arrhythmia with all your fluctuating heartbeats.

You weren't sure what to do. It terrified you. How were you any different from the older fans? Well, of course there was a difference. But that year difference between the both of you... it was imposing.

So you did the only thing that made any sense to you. You gave him space.

You thought the space you were giving wasn't too obvious. You just wanted Riki to feel lighter and free.

But he noticed.

Immediately.

Riki noticed your wide smiles were now brief, the fewer texts you shared, the pathetic excuses you made to not hang out as much, the way you never sat with him to eat your mom's food... that the space you gave him was also physical given that you no longer sat right next to him but opted to sit diagonal to him (that way you weren't invading him too much).

Riki wasn't the type to beat around the bush. He directly confronted you. A trait that came naturally to him but was only furthered by the ever so direct Jungwon.

When you told him that you just wanted to give him a bit of space, given that he was older now and the whole plight of dealing with his 'fans'... Riki was in turmoil.

On one hand, an ever small part of him was touched that you cared so much. Not that was a surprise. You had the biggest heart he had ever seen.

But for the most part, he was frustrated. See, the thing was... he liked you too. A lot. Maybe too much for a normal human. It wasn't that you took care of him like a sister (if anything that combination would've made him throw up), but it was just you.

You entirely made him like you. Before he debuted, Riki was a big fan of you. He admired your work and passion, especially for as someone as young as you. Not to mention, he's pretty sure that you're the prettiest person in the entire universe. Never did he think he'd actually meet you. But then you visited I-LAND, twice. Once for the theme song and second for the last episode. And Riki was in awe of you. He couldn't believe it!

But that was nothing in comparison to finding out that he was debuting with ENHYPEN, a group that so happened to have Jungwon, your childhood best friend, and would often meet you to have their songs produced and composed.

And then you took him in.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. Heck, he could never forget it even if he tried.

You found Riki head down, crying alone in the dance practice room and you were immediately by his side. He was having an internal crisis.

It had been a few months since he had debuted and everything was going so well. ENHYPEN was popular. But his Korean was barely up to par, he couldn't keep up with everything that was going on, it was fuzzy in his head, people were commenting on his ethnicity and his looks in ways that discriminated him, he missed authentic Japanese food, he missed his annoying sisters, he missed his dad, his mom... he missed home. God, in that moment, he just wanted to go home.

You sat next to him, listening to all his worries quietly. By the time he was finished, he looked up at you with puffy red eyes that made your heart ache and apologised for burdening you with his problems.

He actually apologised.

For a moment, you were speechless.

So being an experienced person (well a year by age and a few more by career), you did what anyone else would do. Well, you hoped.

You wiped the remaining tears off of his face with your thumb and held his hands with yours. You looked him directly in the eye and told him, "You having nothing to be sorry about, Riki-ah. This... this is all normal to feel. To some extent, I know how you feel. I promise you that you'll get through this. I'll be by your side the entire time, hmm? I'm won't leave you alone. I promise."

With that, you brought him into a hug that he reciprocated. And this was the very moment Riki began to have feelings for you. After all of that and with everything you had done for him, how could he not like you?

Riki's frustration was beginning to peak. Ever since you told him you were giving him space, he had decided to the complete opposite. He was going to be up in your business 24 fucking 7 (if he could).

If you were going to sit away him, Riki would make his hyungs move so he could sit right next to you.

You were too far from him? He'd drag your chair close to him.

Your poor text response rate? Unannounced, Riki would walk into the room, rest his head on your lap, and scroll through TikTok, showing you all the videos he found funny.

But he needed to up his game. They say that flirting is a mastery of sort. It takes time, skill, finesse, if you will. Riki, however, is a fast learner.

"Cute hoodie, noona. But you'd look better in mine."

Backstage, you found him waiting outside your dressing room, on his phone. You sighed, shaking your head. "You're a living nightmare, Riki. You know that?"

Riki looked up from his phone, a smirk tugging away at his lips. His eyes grinned at you with their hanging lids. "So you do dream about me? That's nice to know."

When you gave him your most miffed expression, a soft laugh fell from his lips. "You look so cute when you're mad, noona."

The other time you were at HYBE cafeteria. You had finally given into your stomach's needs after slugging away for hours at a song. You spotted a nice yellow iced cupcake... it was calling your name. Just as you went to pick it up, Riki's hand intervened. His fingers brushed against yours, making you immediately retract your fingers. "R-Riki... yah, I was going to get that."

"I know," Riki said, amused by your flustered expression. "I'm going to get it for you."

Then came RIIZE's Anton. An idol who happened to be the same age, also produced music, also spoke English, had the most softest voice known to mankind, devilishly handsome, tall without stupid vitamins... and happened to be shipped heavily with you by everyone and their mother.

Also known as: Riki's worst enemy.

You were both coming out of the studio when Riki had caught the both of you on the way. From how he saw things, he didn't like it one bit. He didn't like the eye-smile Anton had when he looked at you nor did he like the smile you had at the poor joke he had cracked.

Hands shoved in his pockets, Riki stopped in front of you, interrupting your conversation. "Oh, hey, noona."

"Hmm? Oh, hey, Riki. Anton, this is–"

Completely ignoring the Boston-born but moved to New Jersey whatever-the-fuck guy, Riki just smiled at you. "Noona, you look so pretty today. What's the occasion? Me?"

You went home and screamed in your pillow that day (and apologised profusely to Anton (he said it was okay because anyone with a single brain cell could tell you and Riki were close)).

You had had enough.

The next day you had stomped into the dance practice room with Riki and Jungwon following after you because you had met them just as you were entering. Closing the door, you turned to your childhood friend who was placing his bag down.

With one hand pointing to Riki, "Tell him to stop it."

Jungwon raised a brow, looking at you incredulously. "Stop... what exactly?"

"I– stop... stop this," You stressed when Riki shuffled closer to you.

Jungwon looked at you helplessly. He knew how you felt. But he also know how Riki felt. In fact, he was the one who suggested him to be more obvious with his feelings... resulting in this. Clearly, Riki had misunderstood being obvious with being a bit more invasive. Probably, Jungwon's fault... What you two needed to do was communication.

Just as Jungwon opened his mouth again, he watched you push Riki so he stood a metre away from you. "Stay over there."

So much for communication.

Riki pursed his lips, pretending to ponder your suggestion. He took a step closer to you. "But I want to be next to you."

Your eye twitched in frustration. "Riki!" You cried out, balling your fists around the invisible air with annoyance. "Can't you just stop? I told you... you need space. With everything that's being going on for three years... I'm worried about you."

All the humour that was sported by Riki had disappeared in the matter of seconds. He chewed down on his lip, eyes darting around the room, registering what you had just said. He sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm not a kid, noona. Not anymore. I'm older. I have thoughts. and... I have feelings too."

You blinked, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I know but... I just... I just wanted you to gave some space. Some time to think for yourself as a person. It's important for you."

Riki's tongue poked the inside of his cheek. His eyes fell to you, meeting your tired gaze directly. "You said you'd never leave me alone."

Your eyes suddenly softened at his words while your heart ached. "Riki-ah, I'm not–"

"You promised, noona," Riki whispered, a flash of hurt crossing him. He took a step closer while you took another back. "You're afraid of something."

You furrowed your brows. "W-What? I'm not afraid–" You started to defend yourself but Riki cut you off again, not heeding to the warnings Jungwon was calling out.

"No, you are. What are you so afraid of, noona? Tell me... we can fix together. This time I'll help you," Riki persuaded, still inching towards you.

"Riki," You breathed out. God, you were a mess. All you emotions were everywhere. You didn't know what to think... what to say. "Why are you making this so difficult?"

Riki's hands stretched out, encasing yours with his. "I'm not making anything difficult. I think you're just in denial. In denial that I really like you. In denial that you like me just as much."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden confrontation. The guard you had built for the past few weeks had come flying down after taking every hit from Riki. "I... I don't wont you to feel uncomfortable," You confessed, "I don't won't you to feel pressured because I'm older than you... because of everything we've done together."

"Noona, I–" Riki's shoulders fell at your admission. God, the fact you were even thinking of that was entirely disheartening. "I don't feel pressured at all. You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I– you're the only person in the universe who actually makes me feel comfortable. No offence, hyung."

Jungwon raised his hands, gesturing his acceptance and dismissal at the same time.

Riki kept his eyes on you, hands tightening around yours. "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me but that's not the only reason I like you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You might not know it but you welcome everyone with open arms, the most beautiful woman I know, but don't tell my mom that, you're so smart, hardworking, caring... you make me want to be a better person. You make me happy, noona."

You blinked rapidly. Were you dreaming right now? Was this a prank of some sort? You removed your hands from Riki's, using the tips of your fingers to pinch your skin of your wrist. A small yelp slipped past your mouth.

Riki jumped slightly, startled. His hands immediately returned to yours, gently rubbing the affected area. "Noona," He chuckled, "This is real. All of it's real. My feelings for you are real."

"Just making sure," You laughed softly before sighing. A wave of heat washed over you and your mouth felt dry. What were you to say now? How do you respond to something so silly yet so valid?

"You can just say you like me, noona," Riki said, eyes beaming down at you in amusement.

Of course you had said that out loud.

You sucked in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling. "I... I like you, Riki," You mumbled.

Riki narrowed his eyes. "I can't hear you," He teased, grinning from ear to ear.

"Nope, nope." You retracted your hands. "I take it back. I'm taking it back... right now."

Riki laughed, reaching out for your hand, only to pull you into a hug. He lifted you gently, spinning you around with pure happiness rushing into his brain.

"Riki," You cried out, "I'm going to feel sick," You said, even though a full blown smile was on your face.

"It's okay," He retorted back, slowly coming to a stop and putting you back on the floor. "If you do..." His hand darted out to push back your hair behind your ear. "I'll take care of you. I promise."

After a brief minute, Riki turned to the empty area where Jungwon once stood. "Where did hyung go?"

"I think he left after you said I was beautiful," You cooed.

A flush of red tinted Riki's ears and cheeks. He folded his arms, getting defensive. "I... Well... it's true!"

© maeumi-jng | do not copy, post (repost is fine!) or translate anywhere else! thank you ♡︎ requests here!

[luckylzclerc]

Hello!! I saw that your request was open so I wanted to request an instagram au where Charles gf who is a model gets caught wearing Charles clothes and accessories which some eagle eyed fans recognise and piece it together that you're dating. Thanks💗

unexpected | cl16 x model!reader

notes: hii tysm for requesting!! my first ever request so its a lil bad :((🤍 hope u liked it, this is my first time writing abt charles whoao😵‍💫 anyways ENJOYY🤭🩷

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part 2 !! | unexpected ii

[liliewrites]

Reader just started working in the theatre as a singer. I imagine arle being those super classy as heck person so like she's such a regular in the theatre that she has a private booth all to herself. So like arle is sitting in her private booth watching everything on stage & that's when reader comes out to sing (whether reader is debuting for the 1st time or no is up to u XD). Arle hears reader's voice for the 1st time, leans forward towards reader just to hear more of reader's voice (and simp but arle will never admit it) & wonders how reader's voice will sound like when getting pleasured.

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HIIIIIIII 💫 ANON!!!!!!!:D here's ur ask pls don't kill me- anyw HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA this one's a thirst only, so i hope that's fine with you!:) i do want to elaborate on this au though, hihihi.. actress reader being wanted by multiple women?

-warning/s ; a bit suggestive in the end, not set in the canon universe, not proofread:D

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she didn't expect that she'd have her eyes stuck onto you like a bird to a prey.

arlecchino was not a big fan of going to theatre's like this, unless it was a show that starred her children. today was an exception, she was invited by a few of her orphanage's investors and to maintain a good reputation amongst them, she had to come and get along with them. she put on a faux smile as she just kept on mindlessly agreeing to their stupid chatter. they were talking about some pretty lady going on stage tonight, she was rumored to be fontaine's next big star- or whatever. ugh, she couldn't stand it, those old men fantasizing over a woman.

the light had dimmed with one spotlight focusing on one spot on the curtains. arlecchino sat back on her chair as a yawn left her lips. she really wasn't interested, she was hoping that this would end more quickly than she'd expected.

her eyes closed as the curtains opened. the soft melodies of the piano playing first, then the violin had lulled her, making her feel like she'd fall asleep. not that it'd matter; she was high up in a balcony reserved only for VIP audiences, and she was the only one occupying this one.

however, her eyes shot open as she heard a voice join in with the melody, comparable that to a siren's- she couldn't help but stand up and get a closer look at you. curses, she thought, why didn't she bring galilean binoculars with her? still, she sighed and stilled, listening to your voice with more interest this time.

oh celestia above, she'd love to compare you to an angel, but no- you were so much so like a siren to her. how your voice pulled her in, making her want to go closer, probably jump off from this balcony if that made it quicker. to her, that was a threat- your voice was a threat, to make her feel this way.

as she got a closer look at you, sitting there as you sang so beautifully, gracing her ears with your own melodies. truly, it was euphonic to her ears. she watched you and stared at you, she earnestly believed that you were a being descended from celestia. how on teyvat could you be blessed with such a face as pretty as your honeyed, mellifluous voice?

she stared at you in shock and as the show ended, arlecchino had excused herself from the men. she was thankful that her children had been frequent performers in this theatre and it'd granted her an easy backstage pass as an esteemed guest of the theatre.

she looked around, eyes darting around as she was desperate to see you, and yet she kept her calm. she asked one of the staff where you were, but they said you were currently unavailable. having to keep her reputation, she could only frown at the thought of not having to see a closer glimpse of you.

the theatre had already been vacant by the time she walked out the backstage as it was the establishment's after-hours already.

as she walked out the doors of the theatre, it was raining. she felt fumbled, not seeing you and walking in the rain? what luck tonight, she thought.

however, much to her surprise, water had stopped dripping on her. someone had obviously held an umbrella up her head, and as she turned head to see and thank who had done it, imagine how fast her lips shut itself into a thin line. you looked up at her, smiling so innocently, like you hadn't almost quite literally made her jump to her own death back at the theatre.

so instead of muttering a thank you, she awkwardly looked away and sat there silent. the singer beside her didn't mind, as per the orphanage's head's reputation, she was known amongst the people as a person of small talk and an incomprehensible expression. so you decided to strike the conversation for her.

"miss.. arlecchino? was it? my, you shouldn't really be walking out in the rain. shall i accompany you to a cab?"

you asked, and with your words, the said woman had tucked her hands in the pocket's of her pants. she curled her hands into a fist, trying her hardest not to fumble with her words. ".. oh, no need, mademoiselle. it'd be improper of me to ask a lady to escort me." she answered back, then looking at you. her breath had been taken aback for the third time this day, once at the theatre and once just minutes ago.

"oh, no! it'd be my pleasure to, miss arlecchino. i don't really mind."

you insisted and it made her heart thump. you looked so.. divine and heavenly, but her thoughts had been filled with indecency. your lips looked plump and glossy, that it made her wonder, what would it be like to-

"miss arlecchino?"

the calling of her name had caught her off guard, the way her faux name rolled off your lips like honey off a honey dipper. so smooth, so silky- and so damn good in her ears. she wanted to hear more.

"ah, pardon, mademoiselle. i was just thinking of something, however, shall i invite you to dinner instead? we can dine as the rain persists, then leave when it has gone. i'll take you home."

you smiled at her suggestion, thinking it'd be nice to spend some time with her. arlecchino grabbed the umbrella from your hands, insisting on holding it for you. both of you walked side to side in the rain, and her presence was akin to a tranquil silence. she didn't talk much, but her company was very much comforting.

as dinner went on, the knave sat in front of you and you sat in front of her. you chattered on and on and did not mind her silent demeanor but unbeknownst to you, indecent thoughts had been filling her head as she stared at you.

eventually, wine had been served to the both of you as dinner almost ended. none of you knew it was alcoholic, so it obviously made the both of you tipsy. seeing as you were getting a bit hazy, she kindly offered to take you home.

too drunk to make decisions for yourself, you just nodded along and let her take you away.

as she dropped you off by the door of your house, she grabbed your hand and kissed it. at first, you took it as a sign of respect, but not soon after had she brought her head up, she leaned in to your ear to whispering something.

"little nightingale, i enjoyed your company today. however, if given the chance, i wish to make you and hear you sing my name in ways most people cannot."

perverse at it may sound, the way she spoke in such a hushed and gentle tone made your heart flutter. she moved back from you, but you found yourself pulling her back towards you.

perhaps, it was dangerous to spend the night with a stranger- but with how good her kisses felt to your skin, how she had pleasured you just right, maybe it was worth it. you sang in her ears beautifully, and arlecchino felt bliss alone from your dulcet moans.

tonight was your first tango with the devil, and you just found yourself wanting more.

perhaps next time, you could give her a much more better private performance?

[lovelyhan]

dunno if ure comfy being sent nsfw links but i IMMEDAITELY thought of streamer wonwoo and reader when i saw this 🫠🫠 https://twitter.com/sugarfemdom/status/1662648169510096900?s=46&t=-M95tJ5hXqBg8X7CbBlW4A

02:35 — WONWOO

🔞 nsfw link 🔞

i'm sorry but you're going to hell. straight to the boiler room. no excuses!!!!

p.s. read underlying pretense for a good chunk of context!

this was meant to be a regular cosplay-fitting session. you've been receiving new sets to try both from thoughtful fans and sponsors in abundance lately and, while you have a rather...unconventional tradition with these things when your boyfriend comes into the picture, you really just wanted to try them on before hopping into the shower and preparing for your next stream.

meaning: you were being serious when you told wonwoo that you're not trying to get your brains fucked out while he defiles this precious, rather revealing catgirl set that borders on lingerie.

but of course, things rarely ever go your way.

"d-daddy, fuck."

wonwoo's grip on your hips is iron-tight as he pins you to the edge of the mattress—cock fucking into you with relentless precision. he gives you little room to squirm around and with how his eyes are pulled into a mixture of intense concentration and carnal desire, you don't think he'll let you get away anytime soon.

the ruby red mood lights paint his skin in a swath of erotic gusto as wonwoo mutters, "hold your thighs open for me. you can do that, right, baby?"

you nod all too eagerly—his perfect, obedient cockwhore—before doing as you're told. your eagerness frees up his hands and wonwoo wastes no time taking your pretty face in his grasp and leans down to capture your lips.

usually, it's all teeth and tongue whenever your mouths come together in the height of passion—a dizzying bout of lust taking the reins from what's left of your rationality. this time though, wonwoo kisses you firmly, thumb stroking the high of your cheekbone and you swear you feel him smile against you.

"beautiful baby," he whispers—his calculated thrusts slowing to a crawl as the praise makes you preen with a pathetic whimper. "you're cruel for thinking i could ever keep it in my pants when you look so fucking hot in this. who's the fucker that sent these to you anyway?"

fuck. you know it's only been a few weeks since you started officially dating, but you don't think you'll ever get used to wonwoo praising you so easily.

"i-i don't remember," you tell him honestly and your boyfriend merely chuckles, rising just a bit to give his hips more leverage to decimate your poor cunt. "shit. right there, daddy!"

the head of his cock rams against your cervix again and again and again—a sob caught in your throat as each drag stimulates you to no end. one of the perks of fucking you at the edge of your bed is that wonwoo gets to control just how deeply he can penetrate you.

he notes your desperate moans with a smirk, one of his large hands fitting snuggly around your throat as the other lingers by your face. when your boyfriend's thumb prods against your spit-slicked lips, you're all too eager to suck on it like a piece of candy.

wonwoo groans at the sight—the practiced cadence of his thrusts faltering for a millisecond before resuming the punishing pace he's set.

"don't you ever fucking wear this on your streams," he growls, hooking his other thumb into your mouth. when your boyfriend leans down again, you can feel his hot breath fan against your face. "for my eyes only. got that?"

in the back of your mind, you feel like you've had this conversation with him before. but the difference now is that you're no longer toeing around a complex situationship that you were too afraid to give a name to.

this time around, wonwoo is your boyfriend.

your extremely possessive boyfriend, apparently.

"only yours, daddy," you mewl as wonwoo molds your lips into another kiss that feels much too sweet for someone who's just staked his claim on you.

it brings you over the edge anyway.

the sensation of your velvet walls clamping down on his length when your orgasm slams into you is enough to drive wonwoo into bucking his hips against yours erratically. your boyfriend rides out the way your sweet pussy milks his cock for his release like it's begging him to fill you to the brim.

and who is he to deny you what you so desperately want?

wonwoo's hot cum paints your insides in his colors as your boyfriend engraves the sound of you screaming his name into memory. not that he doesn't have enough of that to go around, but whenever he makes you come, wonwoo likes to think it's a brand new experience each time.

though he wouldn't ever say it aloud, there's nothing more that he wants than to share even more of these moments with you.

"no, seriously, who sent you that set? didn't you already get rid of that old twitter account? i saw you deactivate it with my own two eyes."

you giggle at the clipped tone that accompanies wonwoo's words as he helps get you cleaned in the shower. after you wipe off a clump of soap suds that landed on his nose, you stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.

"i never gave my address out on twitter though, so it might just be one of those more daring cosplay brands trying to get me to become an ambassador," you reassure with a ditzy smile. "joke's on them though 'cause the only person who'll see me wearing cat girl lingerie is you."

when wonwoo grumbles, "damn straight," under his breath before turning on the shower to rinse off, you consider it as a win in your book.

⟢ end notes: it's been a hot minute since i've acknowledged the existence of gamer!daddy!wonwoo so it's kinda refreshing to write them fucking around again :') i ALSO don't mind being sent nsfw links as long as there's a heads up lol we're all horny here <3

[bookwormbynight]

hello! as a huge fan of ur works i was inspired to write something of my own but im struggling to get L & light's voices down, in both exposition and dialogue, theyre so tricky! 😭 would you have any tips youre willing to share? 💖💖

Oh my fucking God I'm so flattered I'm going to crumple up into a little ball and die you let me know the second I can read whatever u got going on my dms are open

Here's the biggest single piece of advice I can offer you: can you hear their voice actors read the line you just wrote in your head. That's the one I always end up harkening back to. To get a good sense of this, make sure you know the material. Interpret the way the characters say things and deduce how this adds to the person they are beneath everything explicitly stated or shown. Watch the series a couple times, maybe focusing on episodes that the character you're struggling with features strongly in. That sort of thing. I use this in every fandom I've been in that has voice acting. This applies to exposition as well, although that's always a bit more nebulous and can really come down to personal style.

Character specific... Let's see...

L - Be an asshole. State everything eloquently, but basically as plainly as possible and do not pull any punches. His vocabulary tends to be a bit higher-class than pretty much everyone else in the anime, aside from maybe Watari. Lots of SAT words and synonyms for common words. ("I understand" instead of "got it" like Ryuk would say. But don't overdo it, he still speaks like a human being.) Do not hold back on the snark, he's a fucking dick and even more so when he doesn't have to watch his words for cooperation purposes. If you can fit the occasional pun or two in there, do it, you KNOW the scene where he shows a penchant for wordplay and I'm inclined to believe that wasn't out of left field for him. He's constantly cracking himself up and no one else, and he doesn't care, because any jokes he makes are for him. If Light's involved in the scene, have L fixate on him. In the anime, he's CONSTANTLY poking Light, asking questions, and trying to get him to engage. If I'm translating this into prose, I usually take his POV as the opportunity for the most fucking detailed obsessive descriptions of Light I possibly could want to do. (If L describes literally nothing else about his surroundings and all you can envision is a white room, HE WILL LET YOU KNOW HOW LIGHT'S EYELASHES ARE LOOKING.) He also tends to notice little details about others, to be fair, but far less frequently lol simply because he doesn't give enough of a shit to catalog them.

Light - He's a lot trickier for me, tbh. I'll do my best. He tends to avoid slang, but I don't think he goes out of his way to, and he's not afraid to cuss for emphasis, but otherwise he keeps his mouth clean. Other than that, his word use is very average and unremarkable (he pays a lot of attention to not being noticeably weird, even though he's super hindered in that goal by virtue of the fact that he's a fucking weirdo 😭 he's got most of the superficial stuff down, tho). His emotional thought process (and thereby descriptions) depends on where exactly he is in his Kira journey, sliding scale of arrogant but legit sweetheart to full on Regina George. He is kind of a bitch regardless, but he'll be very very polite if it's good for him to do that. He's a hardcore rationalizer, and sometimes he's right, but sometimes he's dead wrong and deploying it as a defense mechanism, which can affect the prose.

Hope this helps.

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Hii Ria! Hope you’re doing well. I saw your requests were open and I saw Tangerine was on ur list so if you have the time I’d love a (possibly nsfw but all is fine) blurb with Tan. Thanks so much💗

hi, lovely! wow, i’m so glad you requested tangerine. i love him and had too much fun writing this. i hope you don't mind it's not set on a job. i know you said “blurb,” but i got carried away, yike sorry, hope you like it!! and hope some of my marauders readers give it a go!

pairing: Tangerine x reader

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!), fingering, fem!reader

notes: the “blowing bubbles” song is West Ham’s theme song and it repeatedly plays in the movie in Tangerine and Lemon scenes 🍊🍋

word count: 2.2k

“I’m forever blowing bubbles!” you sing at the top of your lungs with the rest of the elated stadium even though you’d left your seat to go to the loo. “Pretty bubbles in the air! They fly so hii…HEY! What the fuck?!” 

You quickly go to grab the wrist of the hand you felt trying to knick your wallet from your pocket. As you turn to curse out whoever thought they could just steal from you that easily, you’re met with the prettiest pair of blue eyes you’ve ever seen. It throws you off balance for a second — but only for a second — before you work to quickly recover you’re pissed off facade. You give the man a “what the fuck?” look, eyes wide, eyebrows expressive.

“So sorry, love,” he responds. “Just bumped into ya.” 

“Oh? You’re fingers bumped into my pocket?” you shoot back, your look scathing. 

He’s surprised you caught him; pretty much no one ever does. He’s even more surprised you’re calling him on it with as much feist as you  are… and he fucking loves it. 

“Alright, alright. ‘M sorry.” He lifts his hands up then puts one on his chest as he swears, “Truly.” 

He has nice hands, you can’t help but think. You scold yourself for thinking that when this bloke is so clearly a prick, but you justify it to yourself by thinking it’s just that his many rings caught your attention… and damn do they make his hands look even better. You shake your head at yourself, but thankfully, he seems to think it’s your response to his apology. 

“Let me make it up t’ya,” he offers, and you’re curious. 

You cross your arms across your chest, and shoot him a harsh “how?”

“However ya like.” He smiles and takes a step closer to you. He’s charming as hell, and you hate it. “How bout… you let me buy ya a drink somewhere round here? This thing’s basically over anyway. No fuckin way they come back from three nil.” 

You debate for a moment, biting your lip in consternation, and you notice his looking at your mouth when you do. You hope you’re not imagining it, and think “fuck it”; you had nothing better to do after the match anyway, your friends wouldn’t mind, and you could just ditch him if it’s not fun. 

“Okay… fine.” 

“Alright then,” he says with finality, his gorgeous smile sneaking back onto his face. “Let me just tell my brother I’m leavin, and I’ll be right back, alright?” He turns to go then turns back and adds, “Don’t disappear on me, love.” 

You shrug but then lean against the wall. He smirks a bit as he walks away. 

The walk to the nearby pub is mostly quiet, but strangely not awkward... except for the moment you have to ask if you heard him correctly when he said his name was Tangerine. “It's a kind of nickname that's just sort of stuck,” he explained, shrugging. “Besides, tangerines are very sophisticated, right?” You weren’t sure if he was joking.

The pub’s emptier now the match is still going on than it will be soon, and you manage to sneak up to the bar on the end furthest from the telly everyone’s eyes are still glued to. 

“What’d ya like?” he asks from beside you, and your heart rate increases a bit — okay, a lot — at the proximity. You both order, and you take a nervous sip of your pint when you can’t think of much to say. 

“So you a big West Ham fan then?” he asks.

“Yeah. Don’t miss a match. Since I was a kid really.” “Oh yeah? Same here. My brother and me, we watch ‘em all together unless we’re in the middle of a job.” “Sounds nice,” you smile. “What do you do?”

He hesitates, taking his own nervous sip of his drink this time. 

“Odd jobs, you know? Freelance stuff.” You can tell he’s being vague but don’t want to push it so soon. 

“And you work with your brother?”

“Mmhhmm, best part ‘a the gig sometimes. He’s a riot.” 

You find this affection extremely endearing and hope in the back of your mind that you get to meet his brother next time, that this will lead to a next time… So, you take a chance.

“Sounds like he’s the fun one, and you… you’re the handsome one then? Or is he as handsome as you?” You make an effort to stop yourself before you start ranting and ruin it. 

“No. He’s not,” he chuckles seriously. “But I don’t appreciate ya insinuating I’m not fun, love. What? You’re not having a good time?” he challenges. 

“Early stages,” you reply mock-serious. “We’ll see.” “Oh, alright,” he nods. “You should know now though, darlin…” He leans in. “I’m a man who loves a challenge.” He winks at you, his face closer to yours than it has been thus far. You’re sure you’re not imagining it this time when his gaze lowers to your lips and lingers there. 

You don’t know how to respond and clear your throat lamely, turning back to your drink, clearly flustered. You hear his amused chuckle beside you, and you roll your eyes at him teasingly. 

Your chat continues, the two of you quickly falling into a rhythm, and before you know it you’ve finished your first drink. Seeing he’s doing the same, taking a long last swig, you hope this isn’t the end of it. Relief and excitement wash over you when, as he puts his glass down, he looks over at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye you’re starting to love, and asks, “The same?” pointing at your empty glass. You nod gladly. 

As he leans into the bar to hail the bartender, your heart feels like it somehow both stops and races in the span of one second when you feel his hand on the small of your back. He asks for your drinks, but when he leans back, he leaves his hand there. You love the contact and lean closer to him to let him know. He smiles down at you, and you feel his hand caress your back. 

You keep chatting and drinking; he’s brilliant at making you laugh, and you have him cracking up not infrequently as well. 

The pub starts filling up now with the post-match celebratory crowd, and though you’re glad for the excuse to be even closer to him, tingles shooting down your spine every time he leans in to speak into your ear, you also lament the loss of the somewhat intimate bubble you’d created with him. You’re mid-sip when a seemingly drunken man pushes against you aggressively in his attempt to get to the bar, making you spill your drink on yourself and lose your balance. Tangerine’s arms come around you immediately, catching and stabilizing you. You love the warm, firm feeling of them, but it’s gone as quickly as it came as he shifts next to you, turning toward the man and squaring up with him. “Oi! Better fuckin watch it, mate!”

The drunken guy doesn’t even fully turn to him, responding, “Fuck off, pretty boy,” slurring his too-loud words. 

You see something slightly terrifying shift in Tangerine’s expression, a kind of craze come into his eyes, and you can tell already that he’s not someone you want to mess with. You see his fists tighten and his lips snarl, but before he can make a move, you stand in front of him and put your arms on his broad shoulders. 

“Hey, hey, it’s fine. It’s not worth it, really. Please, I’m fine, and you getting in trouble for beating his arse would really ruin what we’ve got going, don’t you think?” You try to sound playful and comfortingly rub his shoulders. 

He exhales slowly, puts his hands on your hips, and leans in. “He’s lucky you’re here, love. Woulda ended up crying for his mum otherwise.” You laugh but feel the stickiness of the the spilled drink on your shirt as you do. You look down at it and tell Tangerine you’ve got to go clean up then make your way to the toilets. 

You’re glad of your luck that they’re individuals since it lets you take your shirt off to rinse it at the sink. You’re wiping yourself down when you hear a knock at the door. “Occupied!” 

“’S me, love. Sorry to rush you, but I gotta go.” “What?” Your heart sinks.

“‘M so sorry, really, but I just got a call about a job I was waitin on, and it can’t really wait.” 

You come up against the door he’s just on the other side of, a knot in your throat. You crack it the tiniest bit to be able to look at him, to say goodbye you suppose. When you do his eyes, full of emotion that makes it clear he’s sad to be going, immediately go from your eyes to your shirtless torso, landing on your bra-clad tits. He takes a beat, looks around, whispers what you think is “fuck it” under his breath, and pushes into the bathroom with you, locking it behind him. 

You’re shocked, standing completely still in front of him. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking you up and down before grabbing your face, the cold of his rings on your cheeks, and kissing you. 

You kiss him back immediately, wrapping your arms around him, entangling your hand in his thick brown hair. He groans at this, and you feel the vibrations in his chest that’s flush with yours. You moan in response, sucking on his tongue in your mouth, and pulling him impossibly closer. He pushes you back against the sink counter; it’s too small to sit on, but it helps give you some leverage.

He kisses along your jaw, sucking on your neck, moving his hands down to squeeze your tits. He kneads them, pinching your nipples through your thin bra. One hand caresses down your stomach to the waistband of your trousers. He unbuttons them adeptly and sticks his hand in your knickers. “I thought you had to go,” you laugh into his ear, lifting your hips to give him better access, already reveling in the feeling of his hands on you. 

He groans into your neck and takes a teasing bite then responds, his voice much lower than before.

“I do,” he grumbles. “But they can fucking wait.” He kisses you again then adds, “And I can be quick when I need ta.” His smirk is devilish as he runs his fingers across your already wet slit. “Feels like you are having a good time after all, love,” he jokes. 

You moan and lean your head back at the feeling. He returns to kissing, sucking, licking on your mouth, your neck, your chest, as he massages your folds, rubbing your clit before slipping a long, thick finger inside you. You whimper at the delicious sensation and rut into his hand. He chuckles appreciatively and expertly tilts his wrist on every thrust, hitting your spot over and over. He adds another digit inside and adjusts his thumb on your clit to rub as he strokes. It feels incredible. 

You’re holding on to the sink behind you for balance but bring one hand to his neck, gripping his shoulder and caressing his cheek, bringing him closer as you kiss him. He kisses back passionately, not missing a beat in his other actions, holding your face with surprising tenderness with his other hand. 

He reads your body, your sounds perfectly, speeding up and slowing down, adding and removing pressure, better than if you’d tried to explain to him out loud. You know you only met him today, but he doesn’t even feel like a stranger to you anymore. The connection excites and scares you at the same time, and you moan his name into his ear as you cum.

He kisses and touches you through it, and when you’re finished he leans his forehead on yours then kisses it as he steps away. 

“I do really have ta go now,” he bemoans. You nod wordlessly, your lips parted, your legs jelly. You spot the giant bulge in his trousers and another wave of pleasure washes over you at the sight. You wish you could do something about it, but he’s washing his hands and straightening his clothes before you can gather yourself. 

He’s adjusting his rings on his hands as he comes back in front of you. There’s conflict in his baby blues as you stare back up at him. 

“I’m not exactly relationship material,” he says softly. “But I really would love to see you again.” 

You kiss him gently and slip your hand in his pocket, taking his phone without his noticing. You lift it up in front of his face, and his surprise quickly melts to adoration as you whisper, “That’s how you do it.” 

He laughs and answers, “Not really fair, love. I didn’t have the benefit of a brilliant kiss as a distraction.”

You shrug and smirk; he unlocks his phone, and you put your number in it. He gives the phone a little shake, slips it back in his pocket, and kisses you quickly but roughly before turning and leaving without another word.

[urauntiefaye]

OMG i saw ur post about leehan with breeding kink (?)!!!!!!!!!!

ur writing really entertains me, thank u very much༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

if ur request is still open, can i request about me keeping my pregnancy a secret from Nicholas for 4 months and wanting to leave because I thought he would dump me for the safety of his career which has only been running for a year (even though he wouldn't do it!) || idol!nicholas x fem!reader 😙 || (scenario: i'm pregnant with a babygirl)

nicholas is my biaswrecker and i want to hear 'this' version 🤙

Those Two Little Lines-Nicholas(❤️‍🩹,🌸)

Word Count: 892

CW: Angst, Y/N AFAB, Pregnancy, Idol!XY/N, pet names(Nicho calls you his babydoll, doll) Mentions of female anatomy, fluff at the end. Let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Omggg anonie you have no idea how much that means to me 🥲. Also Nicholas is my bias and when I say I've had so many thoughts about this man 😭😭. But I hope this is what you meant and that you like it!. Story down below!

You and your best friend both sat on your bathroom floor. You were curled up in a ball, your hand through your hair as your friend rubbed your back. “God, I do not think I can handle this right now”, a heavy sigh left your lips as you looked at your friend. “I know babes, but hey I’m sure no matter what everything will be fine okay?” b/f/n, you looked up at them. Your eyes were puffy from crying, stress having taken a toll on you. “But what if he leaves me?”You said through broken sobs, your friend only giving you a look of pity. Not knowing how to respond. After a moment of silence and your friend holding you a loud beeping came from your phone, signaling that it has been five minutes. Both of you stood up, you took a deep breath, shaky hands reaching out to the tiny stick. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt your heart drop to your stomach following a strong burst of tears. “Shit!” you yelled loudly crying, slamming it back onto the counter, your friend held you close in attempts to comfort you as their eyes fell on the two little blue lines on the stick. 

After a few months have passed, you have spent trying to figure out how to tell Nicholas of your pregnancy. Not only were you both so young, but you were worried he would leave you or convenience your to get rid of the child. Considering he has only been an idol for a year. You knew that he needed to put his focus on that. And the fear of how the fans would react if it got leaked to the public. Nicholas was already receiving some backlash for being in a relationship. Luckily most of the Lunes seem to love you. You tried to hide the pregnancy as much as you could while trying to figure out how to tell him. But with time going on it was getting harder and harder to hide it. You started to show signs of craving, and your belly started to swell a little, and your doctor appointments became more frequent for your regular check ups. It wasn’t until today that you had finally come to a decision. You had your anatomy ultrasound appointment today. The day where you found out your baby's gender. Once you heard the words “it’s a girl” fall from the doctor's mouth you couldn’t help but feel both excited and scared to say the very least. It was then that you had come to the conclusion that you must leave. You couldn’t put this kind of pressure on Nicholas and you couldn’t handle having to confront him. As you went home you instantly started packing your bags, grabbing only the necessities you needed. Your friend had agreed to let you stay with them in the meantime. As you were packing you felt a pair of warm hands grab your waist. “Baby? What are you doing?”, you immediately turned around, feeling all of the blood in your face disappear. “Nicho?, what are you doing home so early?”Nicholas looked at your open luggage and then back at you, confusion written all over his face. “We got let out early, are we going somewhere?”, the words ‘we’ made your heart ache a little. You stayed silent, words getting blocked in your throat. How the hell are you supposed to tell him, especially now. Emotions had overflowed you, causing you to break down into tears, Nicholas instantly becoming even more worried. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. Holding you ever so tightly as if he was going to lose you if he had let go. “Doll, what is going on? You know you can talk to me right?” His words only make you cry harder. You told him everything, all of your worries. You speed talked all of it, coughing and trying not to break out into another sob. After what seemed like an hour of you crying you had finally calmed down, Nicho whipping away your tears, he held your face gently and had you look up at him. He smiled softly, evidence of him crying shown on his face. “First of all babydoll, I would never ever leave you because of something like this. Yes my career is important to me, but you are by far way more precious than that. Secondly, I love you more than anyone can ever comprehend, I will never stop loving you, and you being pregnant with our child is never going to stop that. Only thing that will change is that I now have two beautiful girls to love. So please, don’t ever think you have to hide or anything else from me okay? I want to be there with you, throughout every little step.” His words reaching your heart, he leaned in and pressed a loving kiss upon your lips, a small sniff came from you “I-I’m sorry for not telling you”, he rested his forehead against yours as he held you, “there’s nothing to be sorry about my love, just promise me to never keep anything from me again, okay?” he whispered loud enough for only you to hear, “I promise” you whispered back, smiling up at him lovingly.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - forty-seven | surprise modu girip baksu

“...Your solo work is Hearts Awakened Live Alive? You’re HALA?!”

Hongjoong looked at you for a second, expression changing from confusion over the change in topic, surprise that he had been found out so easily, and finally to a smile that indicated you were right. “In the flesh.”

How would you possibly explain HALA to another person?

Something about the moment you found them was so Proustian that you still remembered it clearly years later: It was the year you had moved to Seoul and you were perusing a music forum one day, clicking link after link of new and underground music. You had just exhausted the links people left in one forum - finding a few artists you felt you liked - and closed the tab, moving onto the next forum ready to scour it for new songs to listen to and new artists to explore. You opened the next forum, “Underground Artists,” and started opening links. 

One poster wrote “This artist is INSANE. Their music is like Seo Taiji on steroids. If you listen to any of these links today, please make it this one!” You eyeballed their comment for a few seconds and right-clicked, opening it in a new tab before scrolling to see how people responded to it.

>Low key, ur comment made me wonder if this was going to be shit, but it’s really good! >How old is this person, this is the mixing of a veteran! >Is this one person or a group? >>I don’t think they say. >Is this a man or a woman? >>Does it matter? >Fair >WHO is this? They sound like their from one of the big companies >>*they’re >Is this really just some basement musician??? >Do you think they’ll tour?

Intrigued and a little confused by the conversation, you opened the tab. It was a bandcamp link. The background and the album cover were all black, with all of the text in red. The person or group was called HALA. You snorted. What the fuck does HALA mean? You sort of hated when bands or groups just made up words for things. Like, sure, you can but just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should. You supposed you could give them a fair shake though, it would be hypocritical of you to be judgemental about someone else’s music when you had done so much to enjoy the music you wanted to enjoy.

You scrolled and looked for the title track, “HALA - Hearts Awakened, Live Alive” - so that was what it meant - and clicked.

So how the hell would you possibly explain HALA to another person?

HALA was like if the weird genre-jumping artistry of Bjork and Mitski somehow had a three-way baby with the confessional-style lyrics of Nine Inch Nails and the combined socio-political anger of Seo Taiji and the Boys and Rage Against the Machine. HALA flawlessly integrated any genre, any sound, any instrument into their overall makeup, like the first cell to consume another cell and end up with a mitochondria.

And what a powerhouse that turned out to be. Every instrumental decision made in service to the song, flawlessly executing thematic concepts like isolation, the struggle against power, the grief of being small in a world where institutions are so big they can crush you instantly, and the euphoric beauty of life itself in something as small as a new sprout. HALA took epic themes and made them accessible and relatable, and took small nuances and turned them into epics. 

You had been an instant fan upon listening to their first song and continued to be; as the subject and tone shifted, as they explored new styles, and as they weaved stories the likes of which were only seen in epic poetry from ancient peoples.

And the lore discussions, the lore discussions.

>Rev#9 was anti-communist and against North Korea. >>Then why was the album and the page RED, dipshit? >>>No name calling, please. >Rev#9 was anti-capitalist. HALA started with a black album (the color of anarchy), and the newest album is red (the color of communism). All of the lyrics are either anarchist or anarcho-communist (black and red), WHY would this album be *against* communism? Read theory and then get back to me >>The teaser for the newest album used soviet architecture as an inspiration. >That was an almost one-to-one of one of the posters for the movie Metropolis: that’s Bauhaus-style architecture. I can see how you’d confuse it with Brutalist architecture because they look similar and I can also see how you’d think it was a soviet invention, but Brutalism started in the UK in the 1950s and was used all across the world as corporate architecture by the 1980s. So you’re actually thinking of capitalism and capitalism again. >>…I guess I can take an L when I see it >Good on you >>So what happens in Metropolis? >I’m glad you asked 😈😈😈

You had to admit you’d seen few online arguments that actually ended with someone acquiescing. Maybe HALA just brought that out of people. You supposed it was probably hard to like someone who preached kindness and humbleness - especially as a contrast to how harsh the systems we lived in are - without subconsciously taking in at least a little bit of that message. HALA was something you desperately needed, the polar opposite of your own upbringing when it came to the worldview your parents tried to instill: where they wanted authoritarian order and control, HALA advocated for community and togetherness; where they felt that only certain kinds of music and culture were valuable, HALA felt that all kinds were valuable as all were proof of human creativity; where they felt that only the upper class was worth associating with, HALA felt that all people were worthy of attention and love.

No fucking wonder.

And now here he was, sitting in front of you, the man behind the curtain himself.

Your mouth opened in shock and you pointed at him. You couldn’t believe it. You started crying.

“Are you okay?” Maddox asked as he sat up and rushed to your side and helped you sit. 

“I don’t know, I think I'm overwhelmed? Don’t meet your heroes, because you’ll end up crying like an idiot in front of them,” you laughed through your tears.

Hongjoong laughed gently and rolled over to you, putting his hand on yours.

“Is it just you?” You asked.

Hongjoong nodded. “I hire musicians for the performances.”

You nodded. Of course: he was a Korean Trent Reznor. 

Who would have thought you would one day be sitting in front of your favorite artist, and that now he was going to train you?

“Wait, hold on… Wait, hold on… You’re my favorite artist.”

He laughed.

“Don’t laugh! You’re my favorite artist. I can’t believe-- I can’t fucking--” Brain unable to comprehend this outrageous information, you cried harder.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Hongjoong chuckled as he gently tried to pull your hands away from your face by the wrists.

You didn’t let him. You shook your head.

“What? Are you upset?”

“I wish I had known… you don’t even release under Wonderland.”

“I never have,” he smiled.

You let him pull your hands away, and he grabbed a tissue from the box on the desk and handed it to you. You wiped the tears away. 

“I don’t know why I got so emotional.”

He shook his head. “You just realized you’ve been working with your favorite artist for weeks without knowing. I think I’d feel the same way.”

“Flex.” Maddox said. 

Hongjoong kicked his foot. You laughed.

He turned back to you. “I think I’d feel the same way if I ever met... Seo Taiji. Or  Zack de la Rocha or something.”

You nodded. “Yeah, but you’d be able to know it was them. I got fucking blindsided.”

He laughed awkwardly.

“Why hide your identity?”

He shrugged. “Some of the music I make is very experimental. I want to play in every kind of genre of music, and I can't really do that if, you know, I have fans who can harass me for not making something like what they were expecting because of the label I’m associated with.”

You nodded again and blew your nose. “K-music fans can be really unforgiving like that.”

He grabbed another tissue, and gave it to you.

“Thanks.”

He nodded. “I’m like you, I’m really just here to make music. It’s the thing that makes me get up in the morning and the thing that makes me want to keep living.” He shrugged, “It’s the thing that makes me love my life.”

You looked at him for a moment and nodded again.

He got it. You always, always knew that HALA got it.

“Umm… am I allowed to ask you questions about your music?”

He thought for a moment. “Mmm… yes. But you can NOT tell anyone that I’m HALA. We can only talk about it when it’s just us. Only the CEO, Maddox, and now you, know. The musicians I hire had to sign NDAs.”

You nodded vigorously. “Of course. I would never. I’m amazing at keeping secrets. I kept a whole-ass bass guitar from my tyrant mother for months before Yunho sold me out by accident.”

He smiled and nodded.

“I have… a lot of questions though.”

He chuckled. “You can ask me questions… once a week. So write down whatever you have during the week and I’ll answer them at the end of the week.”

You nodded excitedly. You immediately thought of a question and opened up your notes app to write it down. Seeing you were now alright, Maddox went back to laying on the couch and draped his arm over his face again. Hongjoong chuckled at the both of you and closed the window of the music production program.

Someone knocked at the door and you looked at each other, shaking your head that it couldn’t be for you.

“Come in?” Hongjoong said.

A hand pushed the door open and Jongho peeked his head in. “Hi.”

“Ahh, Jongho. What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to record today.”

“I just did an audition and since I was around I thought I would tell you in person--” he presented his foot, still in the post-cast boot. “It can come off soon.”

“Oh, really?” You asked. “That’s great!”

“Yeah, that’s great news.” Hongjoong agreed.

Jongho smiled. It dropped. He looked at your face carefully. “Why are you crying? Are you okay?” And to Hongjoong, “Hyung, did you make my friend cry?”

You thought quickly and shook your head. “Hongjoong asked me if I wanted to join the production team for the year-end music remixes for award shows and I got a little emotional.”

Jongho’s eyebrows ticked up. “Really? I didn’t know you know how to remix.” He pulled one of the chairs over and sat.

“I’ve been making mashups for my youtube channel since before I was hired.”

“Way before.” Hongjoong added. “She’s really good.”

You turned to Hongjoong to protest but his expression - the raised eyebrows of a proud papa trying to urge their child to show off their talents - made you rethink that idea.

“You should show him.”

You turned to Jongho.

“Of course, noona. I’d love to hear it.”

You pulled your phone out with a shy laugh and opened your channel. You found one of the remixes you made a while ago of just artists from Wonderland and played it, putting your phone on the desk so he could see. Jongho watched the mashup of music videos your editor made for you as he nodded his head as he listened to the song, the occasional ‘ooh’ said as he liked a particular transition or moment. You turned to Hongjoong and he smiled like a proud parent; the kind of smile that said ‘you should be proud of yourself.’

The song ended.

“Noona, that’s really good.”

You smiled and nodded as you picked your phone back up.

“Can you send me the link? I want to watch the other ones.”

“Oh-- sure.”

He nodded as you exchanged numbers and you sent him the link to your channel. He scrolled for a few seconds before his brow furrowed.

“Noona… you don’t have any with me?”

You opened your mouth to answer and then looked at him indignantly. “That’s why you wanted the link? To see if I mashed up one of your songs?” You turned to Hongjoong and looked at him with the same face. “This guy,” you pointed at Jongho.

Hongjong laughed loudly. “I have to admit, Jongho, that was pretty cold.”

“Nonono!” He waved his hands, panicked. “I just meant that you don’t have any ballad mashups, only midtempo and high tempo songs.”

Maddox - who, if he didn’t keep adding his comments you would have thought had fallen asleep at some point - scoffed. “Nice cover.”

“And how are you doing with your music, hyung?” Jongho asked.

Maddox took his arm off his face and sat up. “Doing okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he nodded. “Doing okay. Okay. Okey. Okey dokey.”

“That’s great.”

“Mhm.” He nodded again. “Amazing, nice, nice. Is that true? Okey dokey, okey dokey, okey dokey, yo.” He put his head in his hands and fake sobbed before getting up and leaving the room.

“What was that about?” You asked.

“Mmm… he gets like that when he’s having a hard time writing for his personal project.” Hongjoong answered.

“Ah…”

He nodded.

“There’s a rubix cube under the couch by the way.” You pointed to where it had rolled.

Jongho stood and lifted the corner of the couch with one hand and retrieved the cube.

“Okay, just show off, why don’t you.” You said flatly as he sat back down.

He smiled and put the cube on the desk.

“You were busy justifying yourself?” Hongjoong asked.

Jongho nodded. “I simply meant that you didn’t have any slow songs. I didn’t mean to make that about myself.”

You nodded. “I mean, it is sort of a blind spot if someone is looking at my channel expecting to see the gamut of genres and styles.”

He cocked an eyebrow and looked at you.

“But if someone isn’t, it doesn’t matter.”

He smiled, bested. “I see.”

You raised your eyebrows playfully and he laughed awkwardly. “Food for thought, perhaps.” 

He laughed. “Perhaps.”

You thought to yourself. Actually, he had a point. Good thing you were always hungry.

Hongjoong chuckled to himself and you turned to look at him.

“I can see the wheels turning already.”

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[not-alien-girl-v]

hii luv ur work!! can u pleqse write a george daniel fic where he gets jealous

warning: language, jealousy,

note: famous!reader and boyfriendcore george in this one for the sake of making fucking sense. also this is so brain rot read at your own risk. if u get to a point where ur thinking ‘wtf r u talking about��� just know i was thinking that too while writing it

"so what's your setlist looking like for this tour?" he asks. he's leaning against the wall, all five feet and eight inches of him, and his dark brown hair is pulled up out of his face in a loose ponytail, very hipster with his wire-framed glasses and oxford shoes. he's flirting up a storm, she know this, she doesn't quite enjoy it, but she accepts it, as the man is approaching her as a fan, and she must maintain her 'humble to fans' persona she has as a famous person.

"it's a lot of new stuff, some from the new album, a few classics from a while back, and some covers we've been working on too, it's really great, though, i guarantee you'll love it."

"oh you guarantee?"

"absolutely, i do. this tour so far has been our best one yet!" she giggles.

"if you say so. oh hey, by the way can i get a pic with you?"

"yeah, of course," and he moves forward to wrap his arm around her shoulder, and his phone has already been taken out from his back pocket, he's about to snap the pic when his head turns, lips touching the side of her cheek, taking her by surprise.

once the round white button has been clicked, he traps her in a hug, squeezing tightly before pulling away, holding her at arms length, "thanks so much for the picture, and the chat, you're really cool, maybe we could-" he trails off.

from behind her now, "hey babe, we gotta head out." george's voice is deep, low, at the bottom of his range as it always is, and one wouldn't suspect an edge to him tonight just through his tone, but the manner in which he moves, the rough exhale through his nose once his words release from his mouth, and the tight grip his calloused fingers take on her bicep all add up to his grouchy face.

"oh, bye! it was lovely meeting you!" she calls out, lightly being dragged back to the tour bus, struggling to keep up with his long strides, taking roughly two steps for his every one. oh to have long legs.

he doesn't open the door for her, he opens for himself, at least not slamming it in her face while she trails hesitantly behind him, wondering what's got his panties in such a twist tonight, and she refrains from asking once she hears a huff from him and the rough shutting of a bunk curtain, a sign he's not in the mood to talk, and he'd rather just lay down and pout for a bit.

that's fine. he often does this, acts immature when something's bothering him rather than communicating his feelings in a productive fashion. it's something they were working on. you can't have everything be perfect in a relationship, after all.

the couch dips and slightly squeaks under her weight, settling into the corner of it, arm resting on the arm rest. there's no tv, no nearby books to read, and she left her phone in the bunk her boyfriend was occupying, so she was left alone with her thoughts, a fate worse than death. it doesn't take long for a conclusion to be made and an action plan.

up on her feet again, she's bounding towards the bunk and she rips the curtain open, him doubtfully rolling over to face her standing next to him, and he blinks once, "what?"

"hey baby, can i lay with you?" he almost rolls his eyes, almost, but ultimately doesn't want to end up single by the end of the night, so he wordlessly scoots over to make space for the second body.

she decides to open the floor for love, choosing to curl up into his chest before exchanging words, and he gratefully lets her. it's so like him, even in a fight, to graciously accept whatever form of affection she's willing to bestow upon him.

some silences follows, but it all ends when she rests her chin on his chest, propping her head up to look right at him. "can you tell me what's bothering you?"

he glances down at her, feeling as though it would be easier to stare up into the darkness than into her endless eyes while spewing his feelings.

"he was all over you."

there it is. he's jealous. he won't admit it, but he's jealous.

"it's not like your fans aren't all over you, too. i don't give you shit for that."

“that’s what worries me. it feels a little like you don’t care,” he’s met with silence and for a fleeting moment, he regrets wearing his heart on his sleeve as he so rarely does. “i’m sorry i just get scared sometimes it seems like us being together is an afterthought for you, just a perk of the fame lifestyle, but to me, you’re my entire life. i know sometimes i can be a bit hypocritical in that often fans get up close and touchy with me but it feels nice to have you be jealous of me, like i am. i feel… wanted, i feel cared for.”

“of course i care. you know this. you know i just don’t choose to let these things bother me, and it’s fine that you can be jealous awsometimes, but i am so confident in the fact that you’re it for me, for life, that i don’t worry about losing you because i know that neither of us could ever picture a life without each other. now that you’re mine, you’re mine forever, and i’m not scared of letting you go because you’d come back to me, in any lifetime, you’d always choose me in the end. that’s a beautiful thing. i want you to remember that more often.”

he doesn’t move. he doesn’t speak. she wonders if he’s stopped breathing, heart ceasing to beat. “please?” her voice barely breaks through her throat, an inch above a whisper from her lips.

“i will. i promise to try, at least.”

“cool. can i big spoon you now?” he cracks into a laugh, a cackle, almost, and she wants to clown on him for sounding like an old witch but she figures now’s not the time for that.

“did u give me that entire speech just to coax me into saying yes?”

she smiles, a sweet smile that could only be translated into the word ‘yes’, but she doesn’t need words to speak that to him, sometimes it seems as though they have their own language together, consisting of shy smiles and sweet kisses that mean whatever they need them to. she meets her lips to his.

he snickers a little but turns around and lets her spoon him, simply accepting it as if he doesn’t cherish every small touch she leaves on him.

she drops a kiss on his shoulder blade and rests her forehead on him, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through her, like a personal space heater, and it’s a calming sensation, to know that george is near, right now and for the rest of their young lives.

what a good place to end this chapter, right? wrong.

he whispers, “i wish i could get to know you.”

“… you do know me.”

he sighs like she should be able to read his mind at this point (she never does). “i wish there was some deeper level of connection available for humans to utilize. i want to know you. i want to breathe in every thought in your head and exhale it into existence, see it all spalyed out in front of me. i want to pick you apart, look at you for hours, for as long as i can, i want to be consumed by you. i need to know it all, everything.”

how is she supposed to function when he says shit like this on the daily. george, and his handsomeness, and his niceness and his hotness and his sappy words that make her melt. it’s not fair, truly.

“yeah, right back at ya, man.”

this time, his loud howling laugh is not any bit considerate of those surrounding, he’s unapologetic and expands into the silence, huffing and puffing and rolling out the bed like he can’t contain the precious feeling she plants in him.

“oh god, i’m taking a lap for that one sweetheart, i’ll be back in 10.”

gentle hands shut the curtain that provides his frazzled girlfriend with privacy in the bunk, the sound of his footsteps retreating being the only audio, until they change pace, change direction, the curtain rips open.

leaning in, with a deliberate pause just as he would reach her lips with his own, a signature move he’s developed over the many years of kissing women. but when he finishes his little trick, he’s soft, he’s so full of love that she can practically taste it on his pink lips, something like mint toothpaste and watermelon chapstick but it’s so originally him that she can hardly breathe at the thought of it.

she hopes she can live the rest of her life without air in her lungs, if that’s what it would cost to love so deeply as she does.

[trophywifetroybarnes]

heyyyy!! LOVED ur fic and was wondering if uve got any new ones in the works?

i answered one ask and then told myself i deserved a treat, hence the delayed response im sorry, thats my bad

that being said, first of all, thank you so much???? you dont know how much that means to me! i'm so glad you enjoyed it.

and, regarding any prospective works, yes actually! i have a longer fic that im currently working on (its the reason for all the over the garden wall posting, the swan posting, and the shirley endgame poll) and honestly its a struggle because ive never quite written something like this before, and considering the pov character is Elijah, its definitely something new for me. but, without going too much into it, its an elijah & ben + elijah & shirley fic first, and a trobed + jeffshirley fic second, even though the original premise i had for it started off as a trobed fic lmao

i do have a smaller oneshot im working on as well. it was based off this post, but i can just explain it here too! so, if you've ever watched Bluey, there's this episode called fairytale. bandit, bluey's father, is telling his kids a "real life fairytale" as a bedtime story, and it involves what he claims is the first ever meeting (short as it is!) he has with chili (their mom) from when they were kids during a vacation at a camp site. however, chili doesnt remember this meeting at all although she does say that her family vacationed there often and so timelines do match up, even if she has no recollection of it. in the end its left open-ended. popular fan theory suggests that the girl bandit met--he didnt get her name, it was a few seconds meeting where she returns his hat to him--was actually brandy, chili's older sister. but regardless, the idea of a small incidental meeting, is just so cute.

and, i also have an annie fic, but thats mostly bc i had like, this need for FBI agent Annie getting with a down on her luck former-conwoman from London. i was watching cw's nancy drew as well as some white collar and i guess the though of it just wouldn't leave me alone.

[dojae-huh]

Coming back w the link to the last ep of MIK (@jamgiz on X). The ending is kind of sweet haha.

Ep 6 https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=1qZB5p6QgQ7WkFOUgcp4aJKPGBDX2pAgX

Thank you for the review to the last 5 eps, I agree w you. Them feeling unwanted bcoz they don't get positive feedback reminds me of your comment on the last ep of Lastart. "You see, Riku realises he needs to fill in the shoes, that's why I like him, he is like Taeyong, he will improve relentlessly, some others don't feel the burden really...". The need to realize your role in the group & work on it, rather than focusing only on getting positive feedback as the goal.

Whether DA will last long: Aside from beating out the individualistic self, I also want to point out the motivation to join band like this. Idk much about the band culture in the West, I can only refer to what we know in Kpop; commonly being able to debut in ur group is the pride, the final dream (years being a trainee), long time commitment (TVXQ, Suju still active today), a name u want to protect (Haechan w NCT). Things might be different in non Kpop environment (contract as well)..

Hopefully they keep learning to be more as one group.

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Thank you for reminding me people actually read what I write, haha.

I've watched the last episode yesterday. And even watched an English morning show for kids DA guested at for promotion (where slime was thrown at Blaize). The show left an impression... not of a good kind, lol. So they truly follow the k-pop route, variety shows including. (I kind of enjoy how one hobby (stanning one group) kind of expands in different directions and conbines different experiences. The way I related to Doyoung saying salak from the jungles was tastier than from the shop. Still couldn't find fruits as sweet as the ones from Waigeo island. At least Malaysia had the right round kind. The ones in Thailand are not really edible fresh.)

I liked how Reese told Hee Jun Yoon "I'm a good boy, not a bad boy", when she hinted that they should do alright as a group unless they get into scandals. It was funny. Either the UK producer (that old man) or SM team made sure to take the character of trainees into account. Evidently the guys weren't picked at random only based on how they danced and sang during the initial screening of candiadates.

The boys won a golden ticket, were given private lessons, were treated with care, and still needed multiple lessons to show that they are too over their heads. They wouldn't last a month in a real Korean idol-survival show, heh. I suppose "lashing out" was out of self-protection. "I'm working all day and doing my best, it's not my fault!". Reese wasn't scolded much because he corrected what he was told to correct, not just "put in effort".

Looks like most of them are in the group to perform (two did musicals, one has been singing from childhood, one is a tiktoker), i.e. to be liked and to have fun. Some have musical education though, Maybe song-writing or producing will appear in the future.

DA can last if they develop real friendships. 10 years is highly unlikely, but even 5-7 years will be a good result. With Blaize it was evident he wanted a found family. He looks very different (open, not closed off) in the interviews now in comparison to the show. It's a joint production with SM, the company will continue to participate. SM needs success with them to replicate this formula.

Speaking of Riku. He is on a quest of shipping himself with Jaehee. Considering fans like Riku/Yushi, it is also a consious decision to work for the whole group (three pairs: Shion&Yushi, Riku&Jaehee, Ryo&Sakuya, and the least popular quiet member brought to the spotlight). Of course, Jaehee being a good sport and an enabling friend helps.

[ciel-phantomhives-world]

Exactly. I couldn't agree any less. Like I'm super disappointed with this opening. The song is bad. The opening sequence is bad (just a bunch of slide shows and weird out of context stuff appearing). But black Butler, being the masterpiece of a manga as it is , deserves more than whatever this is. It's been almost 7 years since the bota came out. They could handle this better.

The ending is also so mid (just Ciel falling and then that Sebaciel fanservice?). It's as if they don't know how to attract the audience or their attention without putting Sebaciel at this point. Like y put those fanservice in almost every single movies, seasons, ovas (I get it that part of it is because of Yana) but this is too much extra. They could make a freaking badass opening like the black Butler season 1 or 2 or boc openings but no. They made an opening that's purely boring and won't attract anybody's attention. Even though I'm such a strong black Butler fan, I'm always skipping that opening (and I never did that for the other seasons) as it's that bad. And then that ending that had the potential to be better with those beautiful school scenes but again NO. They had to turn it to slideshow again and then add that awkwardly long Sebaciel vibe moment. That's all.

The anime is just a disaster. Firstly S1 was mostly non canon, although I know the reason why (I also enjoyed the non canon parts) but when they were adapting chapters from red butler arc or yellow butler arc, they could freaking show us all those funny wholesome moments instead of changing them or removing them entirely (like the time when soma drew that elephant or agni was prepared to come clean to Randall).

Believe it or not but most of those wholesome moments got their own importance as well cuz Yana puts her little foreshadows or hints here and there and everywhere. They r not just funny or wholesome but also important.

And then we got s2. S1 and s2 actually feels like those anime writers just took some of Yana's future plans of how she would turn her manga and ran with those ideas, thus turning everything to disastrous (season 2 that is). It's like copying ur classmate's homework but changing some things so that the teacher won't notice lol. But S2 had one of the best ending songs by kalafina and the opening and ending had that gothic black Butler essence and sadness and was also badass.

S3, book of circus was perfect. They showed the entire arc (skipping the Nina Hopkins, Lizzie, soma chapter). They added some new scenes (with yana's permission). Some were great and actually created more emotions while some where totally unnecessary (like the boc first episode where Ciel was going to get ambushed again, like come on, we didn't need that although it was badass, it just didn't make sense at that point where Ciel would constantly get these backstabbers and he would pretend as if he doesn't know that).

Book of murder and book of Atlantic are the ones that disappointed me the most (especially book of Atlantic). Like how dare they turn the Campania arc into a freaking 1 hour movie. They left all those important stuff of Tanaka, snake being insecured, how Ciel obtained his other golden ring, and so on.

The animation for all these seasons were bad (especially s2) or average. Still they were better than what we got this year. Now, of course Season 4 is adapting everything exactly how it is in the manga without removing any scenes most probably. But it feels like something's not right. It feels like so unhinged. I know that it's different studios and stuff. But I can't feel the black Butler vibe or essence from this season anymore. The moments that I once laughed at a lot in the manga, I can't even feel that for this anime. It looks so dull or I feel like the characters aren't moving that much, rather it's slides or something, idk. Whenever something funny happens, it either passes way too quickly to even react or it happens in such a way ( that I can't describe) that u won't even feel anything that Yana was trying to convey in her manga. The feelings are all washed up. Just coping the manga panel by panel is not enough, I guess, they also need to put effort on how to convey the feelings properly.

I was so upset that bom and bota didn't get anime opening but now I'm regretting this. I feel like nothing is better than this. It's kinda feels a bit of disrespect at this point to yana's manga and hard work and how they r just shitting on her hardwork (removing all those small important details, foreshadows, consistency, bad opening/ending). They r also trying my patience by ruining some character designs like Francis, Alexis maybe, Sebastrash, Vincent and all. I'm so done.

All in all, the anime did Yana dirty and anime only fans won't even know that. Black butler anime didn't get the justice that it deserved like the manga 💔.

I'm just ranting at this point. I'm so sorry pal 😞.

College arc Black Butler Opening

I would have wished they took the opening song from the musical "Perfect Black". Of course with better singers and some changes in the lyrics here and there. The bells chime in the song are so eerie and unique. It perfectly reflected the dark tone of the plot for me. Thing is in my opinion Black Butler doesn't deserve a generic opening song and it feels to me that this one is and it isn't catchy at all. Have secret hopes "Perfect Black" will be played another season of this arc if we will even get one. As a manga reader and anime watcher Edward is terribly underrated, he seems the most human from the whole bunch to me. There, I said it.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Hi, can I request a imagine about Rhea being in love with reader and gets jealous when someone else takes an interest in reader and finally confesses her feelings for reader ? :)

Irrational Behaviour

Rhea Ripley x Reader

“I think I’m going to ask her on a date.” She couldn’t help just listen in, pretending to look for something in her locker while the only thing she was doing was eavesdropping some random dudes conversation.

You’d attracted a lot of attention lately. Being new in the WWE universe, you had both fans and other wrestlers falling at your feet, a little too many for Rhea’s liking.

Out of all of the new ones though, you spent most time with Rhea. You guys were out in a tag team together to both give you a chance to redeem yourself and for Rhea’s storyline to continue like it was meant to. The friendship was just a coincidence, and it just so happens to be one of the best things to happen in Rhea’s life.

“Who? (Y/N)?” Another guys asked, wiping her face into a towel. “Shoot your shot mate but, I don’t know, she seems out of your league.”

She swallowed and sighed, biting her lips before grabbing her things and leaving. She wanted to be the one asking you out, but she was so scared of messing your friendship up completely and she didn’t want to lose you forever. Being mates was enough if it meant she could talk to you everyday. Without saying anything bc she left to go home, bummed out that she was too much of a pussy to ask you out.

“Why did you disappear yesterday?” You smiled at her as you walked into the locker room, a towel wrapped around your shoulders as your hair stuck to your forehead from the practise you just did. “I thought you’d stay.”

“Err I was tired so…I went home.” She breathed, looking you subtly up and down before turning to look at her own bag. You simply nodded and got your stuff out, ready for another round of practise before you could go home yourself. “Did Erik ask you on that date.”

You paused for a second, opening your mouth the closing it as no words came out the first time. Rhea didn’t even know why she was asking, her subconscious self doing the talking for her. Mentally smacking herself, she waited for your answer. You nodded with a frown, not looking at her still.

“Yeah he did, why? Did he tell you he was going to?”

“No, I heard him talking to some others about doing it though.”

You looked to the side, watching her as she packed her bag with everything she took to practise that morning. She was already down with hers, so she was free to go whenever. She heard Erik talk to someone else about you, and didn’t tell you? Her expression had something hidden in it, something that prompted you to say the following;

“I said no.” You pressed your lips together as you sat on one of the benches, looking for a reaction from her at your words. Your elbows leaned your your knees, head bend so you could see Rhea clearly.

Same, subconscious Rhea must of come out again, because her next words shocked her even more.

“Would you go on a date with me then?”

Your lips turned from a uncertain frown to a not so hidden smirk. Her eyes stayed on yours and you giggled a little, finding it cute how nervous she seemed.

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded, licking your lips to hide the giant smirk on you ur face. She seemed visibly relieved, taking a deep breathe in, and before she could say anything your coach screamed at you that it was time to go back in. “Pick me up at 8?”

She nodded and smiled, that smile remaining long after you were gone.

THE END

[sawyerconfort]

ummm hiii aaaa i saw ur blog and i was just now getting into the heathers (musical and movie) franchise !! could you maybe write a innocent!fem reader x ram sweeney >_<

HEY ANON SORRY FOR THE DELAY IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE YOU ASKED THAT, BUT OKAY! HAHAHA

I'M ABOUT TO MIX UP TWO REQUESTS HERE SO ANON WHO ASKED FOR KURT'S SISTER, THIS ONE IS FOR YOU TOO!

Guys, don't be shy, really, requests are open and you can ask whatever you want here! I'll be glad to write a oneshot for you!

Here we go, KURT AND RAM ONESHOT!

(Ok, guys, I hate this song so much but I couldn't miss the opportunity, I'm sorry, Blue fans...)

Enjoy!

You Make My Balls So Blue | Twin!Kelly x Ram Sweeney

Prompt: What would happen if Ram fell in love with Kurt's twin sister?

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"HEYYYYYYY CUTIE, CAN YOU PLEASE COME DOWN?"

You could hear Ram's voice screaming from your bedroom window, but from his intonation, you knew he must be madly drunk. You didn't know if the friendship between him and your twin brother was right or wrong.

Because even though Ram was good people and Kurt loved him like a brother, when he was around you, he was just an idiot.

"(Y\N), I know you can hear me, kitten, come down!"

You put the pillow in your face, to muffle the sound, but it didn't work, of course, because he was drunk and screaming loudly like he was crazy, it wasn't going to work at all.

Fuck, Ram, you thought.

"HURRY UP, (Y\N), I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

"Get out, Ram…", you said, still screaming from the bed, making no effort to go to the window.

"Oh, you're listening to me!" he suddenly shouted in celebration. "Fine, sweetie, so you can come down to see me, won't you?"

"Ram, I said GET OUT!" you yelled again, burying your head in the pillow. "You're drunk, man, God!"

"No, I'm not," he chuckled. "Okay, maybe I overdosed, but I assure you I'm sober enough to talk to you, kitten, come down soon, go…"

You ignored him.

"Oh ok, so are you going to play with me?", Ram laughed. "Okay, if that's how you want it, then this is how it goes," he cleared his throat. "Let's agree, I'll sing for you, with all my heart, and in the end, if you like it, you come down."

You rolled your eyes and waited, avoiding putting your head out the window to give him any attention. Within minutes, Ram cleared his throat again and began to sing, in a high, husky voice that betrayed how much he'd been drinking.

"You make my balls so blue…"

You had to contain your laughter. As he continued the song, you expected something to happen and send him far away from your window, but you made no effort.

"Just for a while… Can't wait till later, my pants are rubbing like a hot cheese gra-"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP, MAN? THERE ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"

You didn't know where your twin Kurt's voice had come from, let alone where he'd gotten a bucket of water, but you did catch the moment when he threw the water like a waterfall out the window and realized he'd hit right on Ram.

"Wow, did you hear that, kitten? Looks like something got really wet in here, huh?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, SUCKER!" Kurt yelled, threatening to jump out the window. "AND YOU'LL SERENADE ANYONE ELSE'S SISTER BUT MINE!" he yelled, still nervous. "PREFERABLY WITH A SONG OTHER THAN OUR SONG, DICKHEAD!"

You laughed, watching Ram walk out wet and staggering down the street, and after he left, you hugged Kurt and thanked him for making your day better with that little moment. He didn't know how to reciprocate, so he just nodded.

"Did you knew he liked me?", you asked, now curious.

"What does it matter?" Kurt snapped. "Like it or not, this little shit is going to stay the hell away from my little sister from now on, right, twin?"

The two of you gave a high five and were about to leave the room when you started humming Ram's song. Kurt turned toward you and threatened to throw the empty bucket at you, causing another burst of laughter until your stomach really hurt.

[awkwardspontaneity]

Hello. This is my first request for the Legend of Zelda, so I do not know how to write it correctly. I don't speak English and I'm writing this in a translator, so there may be mistakes here, sorry. In general, I want to see how the reader will react to the fact that Revali, Link and Sidon cheated on her. (something made me feel sad) Thank you in advance ╹▽╹

I'm so sorry something happened to upset you. If it's along the lines of this request give me a name😤👊 anyways thank you so much for requesting!! This ended up being so much longer than I intended but I'm pretty happy with it. I hope this is what you're looking for!

✨ requests are open✨

Warning: angst, cheating

Revali🐦

I think with his prickly nature not a lot of people would stick around long enough to get to know how much he cares

But some bitch saw how much he was training to perfect his powers to help Hyrule and couldn't resist

It started off as bringing him lunches and heat pads after a long day of training and then it escalated

They would wrap his wings up and suddenly he was letting them fix his braids. He never saw it as much more than a fan helping him out but you saw differently

It ended up in a big fight when you finally brought up how Revali was allowing this fan to hang off of him like they were his partner not you. You brought up excellent points like how he took such a long time to even trust you with braiding his hair and that he could at least let them know he's in a relationship.

Revali got upset (probably cuz ur right and he can't admit it) and snapped that at least they appreciated him

Yeah bad move. You walked out and bird brain left to train away the pain

You came across his first and decided to head to the shooting range with some peace snacks but what do you find?

You walk up the slope towards the archery range, a container of Revali's favourite snacks in hand. As you approach you see something sitting inside the hut and assume it's him. Sterling your breath you walk into the hut and what you find takes your breath away- not in the good way either. Revali sat there with his wings wrapped around them, too caught up on their liplock to notice you standing there.

CRASH

The container hits the ground with a shatter, ruining their little scene.

"Y/n-"

"Don't even try it." You wish your voice didn't sound as broken. No matter how much your heart squeezed in pain from the betrayal, you wanted to come off so much different- angrier. Because you were angry. "Just because we have an argument does not give you the right to run off with your new friend."

Revali flinches at the word and you feel a sick glimmer of satisfaction. He opens his mouth to protest, ignoring your glare. "I-I'm sorry." Your glare darkens and he immediately flounders for the right words. "You accused me of something I didn't do-"

Yeah, not the right words. You wish you could do something, anything to hurt him like he hurt you. But you had to be the bigger person no matter how much you wanted to snap that precious bow of his in half.

"I accused you, not have you permission."

"We can work through this, together" his wing reached out to you, but you recoiled to fast.

"We're not together." You walked towards the entrance "I hope it was worth it."

Link 🗡️

Link is a closed off person. Sure he has people worship him for his title as the hero of Hyrule, but he would never let that get to his head. You could tell this boy he's amazing and it still wouldn't get through his insecurities

Maybe it's cruel but, that almost reassured you he would never break your heart like that. You felt secure in your relationship

That's why it was so shocking when you found out he had fallen for Zelda.

It wasn't meant to ever be more than knight and princess. And you never should have found out.

You were walking towards the stables of your party was staying at. It was supposed to be a simple trip to complete some research out in the plains. Of course your trip was ambushed by an energetic princess who begged to come along for research purposes. You couldn't complain because the addition of the princess also came with your boyfriend Link.

Now you were looking for him outside the small ranch. You fully expected him to be caring for Epona like he always did after a long trip. His love for his horse was something you had always loved about him. The way he would stay later than everyone else to make sure she was okay. It had made stables kind of your spot. Hanging out at the end of a long day to talk and spend time together while caring for your steeds.

Maybe that was why your heart felt so utterly shattered when you did find him, standing next to the stable, with the princess in his arms. Maybe you could have fooled yourself into believing he was being friendly if he hadn't pressed a long loving kiss to her forehead followed by both her cheeks, chuckling softly as she giggled.

You knew they had always been close. I mean they spent all their time together. You'd just never thought that Link would do something like this to you.

You walked away from the stables fighting backs the tears in your eyes. It was only when you found you had walked into an older area, a spare shack outside, that you finally let the tears fall. Your heart twisted in pain as sobs tore from your throat.

Why hasn't you seen this? Why weren't you enough?

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Your research trip was almost over. You had gone back late into the night to find Link on the edge of his bed head in his hands. He had shot up to demand where you had been when you finally walked in and although he looked like he wanted to argue, he accepted that you had been organizing your research supplies and notes in quiet.

That had been 3 days ago. You had spent the research trip sticking close to your colleagues, poring over each plant and testing their uses. The princess was too distracted with her own interests to really notice how you shied away from her presence. Link had though. And he was about done with you brushing him off in favour of your work. You both were busy so not having time was nothing new. But this was different. You couldn't meet his eyes and he had caught you staring at him and Zelda as if you were about to cry before. He was at a loss and now he needed to figure things out for himself.

However he wasn't quite ready for the answer.

"I saw you and Zelda together."

His throat closed up. He wanted to say so many things. How sorry he was. How he wished he could have told you himself. How he wished he could hold you and forget how complicated things were.

"it's okay." Now that, he wasn't expecting. "I thought I could be mad at you. Both of you. But I guess... It just makes sense." You sniffled softly. You really didn't want to do this. You hated that it had to be you who gave up. But we're you really going to fight? No. As much as it tore your heart into pieces, you would stand aside for them. "I wish that things hadn't changed but, clearly you don't feel the same anymore and I don't want to hold you back. I love you. So much. But I don't deserve this, and I won't put either of us through the trouble. I hope you two are happy together Link."

As you walked towards your friends to head home Link felt his heart clench. You deserved so much better.

Sidon🦈

You were a princess from another kingdom, betrothed to Prince Sidon of the Zora. We all know how these things go, neither of you were all that fond of the idea but you would go through with it. For your kingdoms

You tried to be as understanding as possible of the situations, knowing that the prince was just as trapped as you were. So you played along with your parents wishes.

You two went on dates and spent time together, getting closer and closer until finally you kissed him.

Things were great. You were planning your wedding and enjoying the time you spent with your fiance as you prepared for your future

It wasn't until a few days before the wedding when you were trying on your dress that things fell apart.

Your dressmaker had been in a bad mood, grumbling as they worked and even sticking you with needles a few times. You would have brushed it off as a bad day if not for the facts that they seemed so unapologetic.

You finally brought it up, softly asking if there was something wrong and if you could help. They snapped, going off about how you were ruining the princes life and that he didn't love you and was only marrying you for his kingdom and that he deserved to be happy.

They realized their mistake and left quickly, leaving you alone in your wedding dress with shocked tears slipping down your face.

You later made you way to Sidons office, hoping to clear some things up and maybe seek comfort from the one you loved.

What you didn't expect was to find him already comforting someone. Your dressmaker.

You watched as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurances to them. It was when he said no matter what they were the one that he loved when you broke away.

You stood in your room, packed bags beside you. You knew there were better ways to deal with this. You knew that your kingdom was counting on you and thus marriage. You just couldn't go through with it. Not anymore.

"Y/n?"

You sound around to find the Zora princess standing in your doorway. Mipha had become a close friend in your time in the Zora domain, even feeling like family as you worked closely planning the wedding. She had once told you that you were everything she could hope for in a sister and wife for her brother. You guessed it didn't matter in the end.

Finally you choked out pained words "I can't... I just... I can't do this anymore."

"If you are feeling nervous, I can assure you my brother would never hurt you."

This made you laugh. It was cold, similar to the ice creeping into your veins. "He would. And he did." You cut off Mipha's confusion, wringing a hand through your hair, "Sidon is in love with someone else. I made every effort to work through this engagement despite our... rocky beginning. But he didn't choose me back. He never wanted me, and I won't ruin his chance to be happy."

The room was silent after your outburst. You only noticed the tears when your friend wiped them from your eyes. She offered you a small smile, sharing the pain you felt. She was losing you and still understood it was best for you. You needed to move on and save yourself from a life of pain. A life of being chosen second.

"I hope one day we can meet again, sister."

You let out a choked mix of a son and laugh. Hugging the princess before you grabbed your bags and walked out the door, out of the kingdom that stole your heart and crushed it in its hands.

"I love you, always."

[finelinevogue]

Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.