#if no one got me i know sadie sink got me amen

[sinclairstarz]

when the byler fandom get too hellish i watch sadie sink edits like a man looking at photos of his wife to give him strength while at war

[writingsofmyimagination]

Conjecture |4|

Yoongi x Reader

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

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Warnings: Swearing Suggested smut. (Smut in next chapter YAY :)

(Mention’s on Monsta X’s Wonho)

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//Yoongi had to consciously stop his mouth falling open when you came onto the set. He had to retain the same control over his gaze stopping them from constantly soaking up the view. When he was directed to grip at your hip, his heart forgot to function for a few beats. He wasn’t surprised by your irritated reaction given how you’d been acting and made himself empathise with you even though his less than innocent thoughts were permeating through.//

 You jolted awake

“Fuck” was all you heard muffled through your door accompanied by the sound of glass shattering. You rushed out of bed to the source of the noise. A section of the floor was blurred with a pool of orange juice with glass shards floating as debris. What was more alarming was the droplets of red falling and causing a red orange ripple throughout the pool. Yoongi was hissing through pursed lips and gripping his left hand with his right nursing it with a tea towel.

“What happened? Sit down” you ordered. He looked at you through his fringe which overshadowed his eyes.

“I just turned with the glass in my hand which wasn’t high enough and just smashed into the worktop. I’m fine, sorry I woke you”

“You’re obviously not, sit the fuck down and let me have a look” Your tone drew his eyes wide and he submitted, taking big steps to avoid any more glass took a drooped himself on the sofa.

“Please tell me you have something that resembles a first aid box or something” you pleaded.

“Under the bathroom sink”. You washed your hands and brought the box as well as some tweezers and sat on the coffee table facing him.

“Give me your hand” he did as he was told and gave you his hand.

“I don’t know how I feel about you bossing me around” Yoongi quipped a pained smile directed your way. This is nothing you thought.

“No? Why’s that?” You slowly pulled away the towel, there were several small cuts and a couple of large but thankfully not too deep gashes. You removed all his bracelets quickly erasing any blood which had invaded them.

“Because I normally hate being told what to do” he exhaled forcefully as you picked a couple of glass fragments from his hand.

“And what? With me you like it? Brace yourself” You wiped his palm over with a disinfectant wipe.

“Shit!” his other hand retracted into a fist, his knuckles washing over with white. “That stings, and yeah something like that” he chuckled with a light heartedness you’d not seen before, a light heartedness that was acting as a decoy to disguise the confession of something less innocent and playful than the reality of what he meant. You found the confession amusing yet curious but you hid any reaction, you cheeks on the other hand let you down and tinted a shallow shade of red. A quick smirk peeked out on his lips noticing this before his pained expression returned.

“What was you rushing around for anyway?” you asked completely steering away from any more teasing remarks.

“I was trying to make you breakfast before you woke up” You paused wrapping the bandage around his hand and stared at it for a moment, why was this guy so god damn sweet!

“And why was you doing that?”

“I could see you were pissed yesterday, and just thought it might make you feel better” you resumed your final wrap around with the bandage and pinned it.

“And I know you don’t particularly like me for some reason and I’d like to try and change that” he added as sincere as you’ve ever heard him but it was also laced with sadness that loaded you with slight guilt. You heart sank down feebly to the bottom of your stomach, you felt kind of bad that he’d picked up on it but then you acknowledged how much of a bitch you’d actually been to him at times. You wasn’t by any means going to enter into a discussion about the details but you told yourself from now on you’ll try and be more amenable. The guy you started working with a few days ago had been nothing but professional, kind and thoughtful.

“There, all done” you stood and gathered the rubbish and ignored his previous comment and went to go and make a start on the kitchen.

“I’m more than capable of cleaning up my own mess and thank you for this” he stood after you and waved his injured limb.

“Consider it my apology for being difficult and my thanks for making me breakfast. It has made me feel a bit better” You smile and words were resolute; he went to protest further

“Don’t make me boss you around” you teased. He raised his hands up in surrender and waited while cleaned the chaos and finished serving up the omelettes he’d prepared. They were amazing. He wasn’t sure on the toppings you’d want so he’d gathered a few bowls of a few different options.

“What’s the plan for today?” you enquired

“Well we’ve more or less smashed out the lyrics so let’s get those finished and polished off and then we can get started on the music, I’ve took some ideas from your singing the other day and made some demo’s we can trial. I reckon we can be in the studio by the end of the week  and make a start on recording” he ended brightly

“Sounds good, I’d like to have some solo studio time if that’s okay while I just work out the sections I’ll be rapping and singing. If you trust me in your set up that is”

“I’m sure I can cope. What time you want the guys to come pick you up later?”

“Probably about 20:45 if that’s okay? My hairdresser will be here around half seven. You should really come it will be good exposure for the single if we go together” You omitted the part that you’d actually just like to spend some more casual time with him, you wasn’t keen on accepting it yourself let alone speaking it aloud.

“I’m sure that will be fine, and nope, nothing will change my mind I’m staying in my cave”

“Fine suit yourself” you carried the dishes cleared them and loaded up the dishwasher, the mechanical hum merged into the background.

“Will Wonho be there?” he asked hoping he wasn’t coming across too curious.

“Yeah, but my manager bit my ear off yesterday about the whole dispatch thing. I’m not to go near him all evening” you sulked. There was a slight brightening of Yoongi’s demeanour, he felt slightly guilty for being pleased by this revelation.

“But they’ll be no press inside surely?”

“There’s always a couple who will have been given exclusive access, so means best behaviour for me”

“Is that even a thing with you?” he bounced back at you quickly.

“Very funny, I’m going to grab a quick shower and I’ll meet you in the studio”

A better attitude even if it was a slightly forced one at times made the days session fly by, you’d both completely finished and agreed with the lyrics and were soaring through the music. You ended up being so engrained into your work you were shocked when the bell rang at half seven.

“Oh shit, please can you let her in and tell her I’ll be like 15 minutes, I need to get dressed properly” you were staring into a face clearly amused by your panic and stared right back at you void of motion to wind you up.

“Yoongi!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go”

You rushed to your room, launched your clothes to scatter behind you and unzipped the dress bag hung over the wardrobe door. The Alexander McQueen dress staring back at you made you happy you’d changed your mind last minute. It was a black mini dress with a deep V-neck line, the v-line was filled with tonal floral lace inserts. The same style of lace also covered the arms leaving scalloped edges at your hands. The neck line was too deep to have a normal bra so you’d have to rely on the lift tape to keep you in place and secure for the night. The dress was on the thinner side but the material was thick on quality, it sat nicely on your figure and gave you a smooth silhouette. You secured the thigh choker your assistant had dropped off tightly around your thigh. It was a simple black leather strap with rounded studs on it and connected to a metal heart. You slung your behind on your unmade bed and slipped on your long black ankle boots, also Alexander McQueen. The foot section was adorned with hammered silver studs, the leather that crept up your calf has a strip of nappa leather buttons going down the outside. The silver needle heel was sturdier than you thought it would be as you cat walked yourself up and down in front of the full length body mirror. Grateful you checked, your bruises needed a quick touch up of concealer.

Now just the hair and makeup left

Yoongi nearly floored you coming out of his room in an unnecessary rush.

“Sorry…” the other words got lost as his eyes scanned you intently

“Seeing as you’re there would you mind?” you turned and scooped your hair up exposing most of your upper back. He gripped the zip which sat at the small of your back and made every effort to pull it outwards slightly as too avoid contact as he pulled the zip up.

“Thanks, sure you still don’t want to come with a date looking like this?” you twirled in a joyous motion, enjoying the awkwardness of watching his eyes not know where to settle.

“With you looking as magnificent as that I’d be near enough invisible, I’ll leave Wonho to deal with all the admirers”

Why did he even bring him up? Was he implying he wouldn’t be able to deal with other people looking at me in a certain way?

“Your loss, and he’ll just have to look and not touch with all the others tonight” you affirmed seemingly pleased you’ll be teasing him.

“I don’t envy him this evening” The penny dropped Sadie was still waiting patiently in the living room and you hastily made your way to the woman capable of performing miracles.

“Sadie I’m so sorry, I was too absorbed in this new record” You grabbed a bar stool and placed it in front on the mirror on the wall next to the window. Her stack of boxes piled up on the coffee table.

“Don’t sweat it girl, now sit down and let’s finish this look off”

The boys arrived early to get introductions out of the way and to have a few pre drinks, Yoongi had resigned himself to being a solemn bartender. They repeated trying to convince him to make an appearance but he was as stubborn as he was talented.

“Cars here guys” RM announced. J-Hope bounced up, his face already a little flushed from alcohol.

The party was an exclusive event, anyone who was anyone in the industry gets invited, it’s more of a showcase with new or up and coming artists performing throughout the evening and general atmosphere to network. The car stopped outside the venue and the chauffer opened the door and the guys climbed out to a blinding screen of flashes and excited demanding noises. RM offered his hand and assisted you out of the car. Only a couple of media networks were allowed inside to take official photos and interviews; this only made the frenzy of media into the venue more ravenous. You stood and posed for the camera’s when directed, when you were freed you spent the remainder of the carpet time by the fans, taking selfies, signing autographs and generally giving them as much of your time as you could before you were ushered inside.

The buzz of the room when you entered was electric, crowds of people fluttering around reconnecting and mingling. Everyone had a drink in their hand and looked stunning, J-Hope and RM managed to find you amongst the chaos and showed you to your reserved booth for the evening at the side of the room. At the end of the room was a small elevated stage with equipment stacked neatly at the side, including some brilliant speakers. The room was decorated with mostly a royal red with silver vines twisting around features of the room; it was similar to the décor you’d expect at a theatre.

“You can order your drinks on this, we don’t even have to get up and go to the bar” J-Hope beamed as he slid you a small phone like device and you immediately went to the gin section and ordered a few pink gin cocktails. You’d sweetly smile when your eyes caught someone you were familiar with; your eyes fritted around for people you actually wanted to speak to. You and Wonho finally spotted each other pulling your lips into a grin, moments later your phone buzzed.

- You expect me to stay away from you all night looking like that?-[20:59]

You knew instantly it was going to be a long frustrating night

- well we’re just both going to have to do as we’re told, doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, you know I like to tease – [21:02]

You watched his expression diffuse into manic anticipation as he read your reply. When your drinks arrived you drifted from the boys and mingled with your friends, who imposed more than a few shots on you. Your manager managed to come out from backstage preparing a newbie to your label for his performance and casually checked in on your progress, you’d always loved his relaxed approach and how he just mostly left you to work, he didn’t even have to learn the hard way.

You slumped yourself back into the booth out of breath from owing the dancefloor, downing the last of one of your drinks including the ice cubes.

-That dress belongs on my bedroom floor, with me bound and gagged under you and my chest all marked up because I misbehaved-[22:39]

RM was looking at you amused with your intoxication or your wry smile as you read your message.

You almost choked on your drink, seemingly forgetting how to swallow as your body was too preoccupied controlling its arousal levels. He knew how to get you. You made a conscious effort to divert from being drawn in to Wonho’s gaze which you knew would be more than you could tolerate without dragging him somewhere private.

“What?” you questioned with a challenge.

“Nothing, nothing” he lied unapologetically. J-Hope returned reuniting the three of you at the table.

“Performances start in fifteen minutes” he announced. You were sat perfectly content until your eyes fell on the reason you’re mainstream career struggled to take off and the reason you’d vowed to never work with a male artists again. When his gaze melded with yours the bastard winked. Your eyes widened and mouth dropped slightly open with disgust. Anger swelled in your chest, raising your heart rate, adrenaline flooding your system preparing your for battle. You jumped up and made a b-line straight for him with everyone else in the room becoming a blur into the background.

“Hey, watch it!” you complained as you’d crashed into a figure. He grabbed your wrist and refused to move out of your line of fire.

“Let’s go get some air before you ruin your career” a voice spoke sternly yet quiet enough to keep the demand just between the two of you. You looked up

“Yoongi… What the fuck, I’m not…”

“You’re telling me you’re not on your way over there to attack that asshole?”

“He deserves it” you spat

“I’m not disputing that, outside now and cool down” he applied more pressure to your wrist, the way he was glaring at you, you knew he wasn’t backing down on his. Your rage hit a wall and sat simmering on hold. You rolled your eyes as he essentially escorted you out of the building.

[classicallyclarington]

THE CLARINGTONS || Head Full of Doubt / Road Full of Promise

WHO: Hunter Clarington, Cressida Clarington, introducing Sadie Henry WHAT: Hunter makes a very important discovery.  WHEN: Afternoon of 7/20 WHERE: Apartment complex in downtown Chicago WARNINGS: tw: death mention WARBLE: “Head Full of Doubt / Road Full of Promise” by the Avett Brothers. (ooc here is a link of me plinking it out on my keyboard very poorly heh: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLx9lIgq7EY ) 

Hunter underestimated how difficult it would be, following a person all the way to Chicago. It was becoming more and more apparent, as he lay utterly squished beneath rows of seats in the back section of a commercial jet, that recklessness, while often effective, was not a plan. 

Cressida’s destination was staggeringly unspectacular. She disappeared into a building laid with red brick, square all the way up and down; Hunter couldn’t even tell what it was from where he was standing a little ways down the block. It troubled him. Perhaps this wasn’t where she got her treatments at all - or worse, perhaps it was and no one told Hunter that they were going bankrupt. 

He secured the drooping hood of his coat and pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and mouth. It was damp from the sweat that streamed down his face as he walked under the searing summer sun toward the red brick building. As he drew closer to its entrance, it became evident that this was not a salon, or any other beauty related establishment at all. It was an apartment building. 

Hunter’s eyebrows knit together. The Claringtons had never held residence in Chicago, and he was certain they wouldn’t have been caught dead in a place like this - so drab, so amenable to the gathering heaps of cobweb.

He didn’t have time to consider as he spotted Cressida making for an elevator. Without a moment’s pause, Hunter, concealed almost entirely in a mass of baggy clothing, took hold of a cart full of packages from behind the turned back of an unsuspecting mail person, and hurried to get in the elevator with her. 

As long as she didn’t see his eyes, he thought, as he pushed the cart into the elevator and stood behind it, staring into one of the back corners. It wasn’t a problem anyway; she had her eyes trained on her issue of Lineage, which was worn from use and stained with red wine. There were two other men, one between them and one on her other side. Not one of them made a sound, but Cressida sniffled very softly, as though she had been weeping for a long while, not unlike the last wandering wind at the end of a long storm. It had been a long time since Hunter had last heard her crying. Lawrence had thrown her favorite chair across the den, he remembered, and she cut her feet on the emeralds. 

She got off on the twelfth floor, and Hunter followed with his mail cart in tow, stealing short glances toward her as he walked in the other direction. Apartment number 12-14, that was the one she’d stolen away in. Hunter sucked in a breath and wrung his hands together. Now all he had to do was wait. 

Waiting was the worst part, probably. For all Hunter knew, Cressida wouldn’t emerge until the following morning. It wasn’t impossible for her to want to escape here, to a corner of the city where her husband’s lover once - oh.

Hunter’s staring eyes flared momentarily, as his right hand came up to meet his face. His thumb and index finger took a light grasp at his lower lip as he began to chew on the nail of his thumb. The Claringtons never took residence in Chicago because of Freya Henry. And yet here they were, in a residency in Chicago, and - he thought she was dead. He’d heard her screaming, for God’s sake, he’d seen her floating dead in the river, but that was all illusionary work, maybe - just maybe - 

Hunter’s heart clenched in his chest over and over, until the door of apartment 12-14 sprung open again. It was only just twenty four minutes later, and Cressida Clarington was entering the elevator back down to the lobby.

Hunter rushed to the door, his heart in his throat, and knocked incessantly. Maybe it wasn’t too late. All he needed was someone true, and he could put things back together again. All she needed to be was alive. He shivered when he heard a small voice from inside: “Come in, it’s open”. 

It was. Hunter opened the door. 

He coughed. 

The apartment looked awful; it was hardly furnished and it was absolutely caked in dust. There was a couch in the middle of the floor, where a woman sat up, back straight and face staring at nothing at all. Hunter could feel his insides squirming at the eerie sight of it all, but his hopes weren’t dashed yet. 

“Mom,” He whispered, more breath than voice, so quietly he wasn’t sure that she could hear him, “It’s me.” He moved toward her, then, toward the couch in a few sweeping steps, “It’s Hunter.” His eyes searched hers as they locked together for a passing moment. She looked awfully fragile; like her skin was paper and her little bones were all glass. She squinted back at his forehead and her faded eyes flashed with something like realization. 

“Hunter?” She whispered back. 

Tears sprung to Hunter’s eyes with immediacy, and he choked out a laugh as he reached forward to take her hands in his, his tongue on the edge of Yes, when she withdrew from him, her fragile frame tensing. His eyebrows knit in the middle, his heart sinking, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I’m not your momma,” She said, delicately, “I’m not old enough to be anyone’s momma, I don’t think.” And even if she was, she didn’t know the first thing about how to make babies. “But my momma told me about you. I thought my momma was your - I thought you - I -” 

“Who are you?” Hunter asked, staring at her though her gaze traveled past him.

He was surprised that she didn’t shrink at the demand, meek as she appeared, her heart was mightier than Hunter could know. 

She said: “My name is Sadie Henry.” 

Hunter was so shaken he could have dissolved right then and there. His body resigned to the shock and froze in place, his face still. But he whispered back, “And your ‘momma’ is - ?”

“Cressida Henry.” 

Aether God. 

His jaw remained slack, his gaze buried in vacant air. But without another moment’s hesitation, Hunter pulled Sadie in close and hugged her tight. He had... a sister. He had a sister. He had a sister. Holy shit. He had a sister. 

“Are you my brother?”

“Yeah.” He choked on a breath, grasp tightening, “It’s a long story, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

His hand came up to the back of her head and he pressed a kiss against her forehead. His eyes slid shut for just a second. He had a sister. 

She had no reason to believe him, when he explained it all, but there was something about the way she listened to Hunter that told him she wanted to believe in him, and that meant so much. Still, they couldn’t evade the sadness of the truth. Cressida was not her momma. Her momma was long gone, his too. 

“You look like our mom,” Hunter said. She was much smaller, much more worn, but her hair was the same mulled cider, and her eyes were as kind. “I’ve only seen pictures,” He lied, “I look much more like our dad.” He pulled a picture of their father up on his phone and handed it to her, but she fumbled in taking it. 

“What is this?” Sadie asked, eyebrows knitting together as she wiped away a couple stray tears.

“It’s a picture. Of our dad.” He said, with an offbeat chuckle, matching her confusion.

She gestured the phone back to him with amusement healing some of the sadness in her features. “I can’t see it.” 

“Oh,” Hunter said, taking the phone back to see if the screen had gone black after he’d handed it to her. It hadn’t. So wh - 

“I can’t see anything. I’m blind.” Sadie whispered. 

“You’re - oh.” Hunter said, dumbly. 

“Yeah,” Sadie smiled, as though it were an inside joke between herself and her empty apartment. “That’s why I’ve never seen anyone aside from mo- aside from Cressida,” She corrected, and wiped away another tear that fell on that note, “I can’t leave. I don’t know my way around anywhere. I don’t know what would happen to me if I did.” 

Hunter watched her, with an immense sadness stirring inside of him. Some of it boiled off into anger for a moment, as his jaw clenched and he tore his gaze away, and then it dissolved into miserable empathy all over again. He shook his head and looked at her, “I am so sorry, Sadie. I swear to God, I will -”

She just smiled. 

“It’s okay.”

It reminded Hunter of Jesus. And Quinn.  

She searched for his hand with her own and took it.  

 And she started to sing.

“<<There’s a darkness upon me that’s flooded with light. >>” She waved the hand that wasn’t clasped in Hunter’s and suddenly the room around them transformed into the balcony just outside, where the sun was setting reverently on the Chicago skyline. “<<In the fine print they tell me what’s wrong and what’s right. >>” Hunter looked around the space, amazed by how precise her work was. She couldn’t have had training extensive enough to teach her all of this. He heard the warble of strings and piano keys beneath her gentle voice. “<<And it comes in black, and it comes in white, and I’m frightened by those who don’t see it. >>”  

Hunter started to cry all over again, if not from amazement, if not because he knew she couldn’t see the beauty of what she had created, because he remembered Blaine Anderson waving his hand in much the same way and unleashing a choir of a dozen himselves. God. How had things gone so wrong?

“<<When nothing is owed, or deserved, or expected,>>” She pulled the setting sun right out of the sky and hugged it fondly to her chest - the same size as it had been sitting on the far away horizon - before passing it to Hunter, “<<and your life doesn’t change by the man that’s elected. If you’re loved by someone, you’re never rejected.>>” She squeezed his hand and smiled as she felt the warmth of the sun radiating from him, “<<Decide what to be, and go be it.>>”

Hunter hugged it tight, before allowing her to spin it back into the sky. He didn’t take her eyes off of her as it happened, so amazed and proud of what she could do, with her magic, sure, but with her soul even more. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen. 

She pulled the biggest, fluffiest cloud, right out of the sky above them and climbed on, leading Hunter with her. “<<There was a dream, and one day I could see it.>>” They floated above Chicago, the noises of the city slowly blending into the music around them, “<<Like a bird in a cage, I broke in and demanded that somebody free it. And there was a kid, with her head full of doubt. So I’ll scream ‘til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are ->>”

The scene dissolved, and Hunter and Sadie were suddenly back in the dusty apartment.

“<< - finally out. >>” 

Hunter just leaned forward and hugged her again. 

“You’re loved by someone,” He whispered.

Sadie smiled and nodded quickly, tearfully.

“You are too.”