#lowkey my current hyperfixation

[alittletouchofthetism]

also thinking about how the political party that’s constantly yapping about the economy also aggressively supports “traditional” home structures, despite stay at home parents kinda being bad for the economy.

1) the unpaid domestic labor that stay at home parents perform doesn’t contribute to the GDP and 2) unemployed stay at home parents obviously don’t have jobs and don’t “produce” economic activity

please don’t think I’m anti stay at home parents btw.

but countries with significant gender inequality tend to have much lower GDPs by comparison. gender inequality costs the world approximately $12 trillion in global GDP (World Economic Forum).

so I find it quite strange that the party that’s always whining about the economy seems to want to bring back social policies that would *hurt* our economy.

something something proof they don’t actually care about the economy (I could’ve told you that in about 8 other ways) they just hate women and minorities

Sources:

https://www.weforum.org/impact/gender-gap-accelerators-benefits-over-850000-women/#:~:text=Gender%20inequality%20costs%20the%20world,up%20to%20a%2035%25%20loss

[saltedcaramelchaos]

@thelingering Let Me Tell You About My Moon Knight Playlist.

it eventually leveled out at 100 songs. the genres and styles and song lengths are all over the place. it's exactly the kind of playlist a 14-year-old would make for her blorbo. i was actively looking into music artists for the purpose of finding songs for it, so every once in a while i'll hear a song on the radio and my mk brain cell activates like a sleeper agent. whenever i got bored of listening to the music i would just listen to the actual show and if you count that i've watched it about 12 times through. every song has specific characters and usually an imagined animatic behind it. i love it so much

[bl0ssom-skies]

Created another shadow milk au just for fun 💃

Already got his design drawn out and everything

[television-overload]

Tagged by @thatfragilecapricorn30 <3

What's your lock screen, last song you listened to, last picture taken, and last movie you watched?

I am currently super obsessed with and hyperfixating on Calypso by John Denver. This song's vibes are unmatched, I've never heard anything like it.

Tagging whoever wants to do this! (lazy rn sorry looool)

[seventh-district]

why have i suddenly been gripped with the desire to get back into fishkeeping

[mariatesstruther]

It's said in the books that the children of victors are reaped at much higher numbers than regular kids which is what made me think of Sarah in game. She'd hardly be unusual or stand out as the child of a victor, and worse would probably have playmates who's parents also had to survive like her dad.

yep! i know from the books that that’s likely how sarah would be killed in this au. i doubt she’d have any friends whose parents would’ve survived the games too, though, because joel (and lucy grey or her tlou equivalent) would be the only district 12 victor and i doubt she would’ve spent time outside 12

the only reason i didn’t immediately gravitate towards this outcome is because i can definitely see joel doing anything and everything snow asks of him to make sure sarah is never reaped. maybe something happens that changes this—snow makes a bargain joel has to refuse, or maybe snow tries and fails to get information out of joel on tess, who is maybe suspected but never not yet confirmed to be rebellion, i don’t know. either way, the result is either sarah getting reaped or sarah being “tragically killed” in some “accidential” way that was totally not planned by the capital as joel’s punishment.

i especially like the latter option because it keeps the capital looking clean and innocent to the public, whereas reaping sarah could be seen as cruel. in this au the capital citizens’ would’ve literally known her since she was a baby, so putting her into the games could backfire for them. but claiming there was a rebel attack in 12 and the victor’s only remaining child, innocent capital- darling sarah miller, was killed in the crossfire??????? when in reality she was shot by peacekeepers assigned to do so???? definitely some shit the capital would do

[thesmollestsnek]

Huh. I just realized that my hair is even longer than I think it is. Which is fuckin impressive, coming from me, considering. I normally think of my hair as waist length. But uhh, I showered just now and apparently it’s actually down to my hips? Which is fuckin wild, like damn. I know I literally never get haircuts but I somehow wasn’t expecting this, normally it’s in a braid and even when it’s down it’s wavy enough that I didn’t realize. There’s not like, an actual point to this ramble, just. I happened to look in a mirror right after showering and was surprised at how long it actually is, I didn’t think my hair could actually get this long, it’s never gotten more than like an inch below my waist before. I guess the most recent addition to my hair care routine’s been having even bigger effect than j thought.

[gojoest]

FIRST WORD — girl dad!gojo satoru

girl dad satoru, established relationship (you’re married, it is indicated that you have two other kids besides the little one that appears in this drabble), nanami cameo, suggestive credits at the end (breeding hinted, just to be safe), sry this lowkey sucks + not proofread, i typed it out in 10 mins but i hope you enjoy!

satoru is trying really hard to get his little daughter to say “papa”, but oh well

“come on, my life — say it”

satoru, crouched down before the baby chair where his little daughter is sitting, a picture of his face in one hand while the other alternates between pointing at the photo and then at his face, slowly repeats, over and over, with utmost perseverance and patience, the first word he wishes his little one would utter—

“pa-pa”, he carefully speaks, syllable by syllable. “pa-pa”, and again. “come on, baby — at least you don’t betray me, i know you’re papa’s girl — come on now, say it”, he pleads.

this has been going on for the past few weeks.

your entire house currently looks like the room of a teenager where it’s posters on the walls and little trinkets on the shelves, courtesy of heavy hyperfixations. but instead of posters and trinkets it’s your husband’s face, everywhere. kitchen, living room, hallways, your baby’s room — every-single-where and every-single-surface and wall has the photograph of your husband’s face on it. he even purchased custom-made plushies and toys of himself, some of which are hanging from the musical baby mobile above your daughter’s crib — but instead of music it’s his voice, teaching his toddler through made-up songs how to say ‘papa’.

“satoru, don’t you think this is a little bit, um— “, you once brought up, pausing to clear your throat, trying your best to sound softer while you say this. knowing how sensitive he is about the matter, and how devoted to have this innocuous win — “…too much? hm, love? it’s like you’re… brainwashing the baby…”

lips immediately pursed, satoru pouted under his nose — “easy for you to say, our two other kids said ‘mama’ first — effortlessly, at that. let me have this one at least”

okay, you shrugged and backed off.

and this morning, as you sipped on your coffee, you silently watched your husband in the kitchen — kneeled down before the baby chair, going about his educational routine.

after he was done with the photos, he took your daughter’s hand and pressed her fingers on his lips, while he kept repeating the word ‘papa’. he said that this method allows the baby to see the way your mouth moves as you speak but also hear and feel the sound all at the same time. (he sure has read a lot of things on the internet)

but your little one remained silent, only giggling here and there as she poked around her father’s face, completely refusing to cooperate with him despite his desperate attempts.

it is an endearing sight, really. part of you felt pity for your husband, you cannot lie. he was trying so hard, and for what...

all of a sudden,

the doorbell rings.

“i’ll take it”, you quickly pad over to open the door.

it’s nanami — dropping by with some baked treats for the kids, as he often does. your children love him a lot. during dinner gatherings he always sneaks away to read them bedtime stories. even though he doesn’t look like the type on the surface, he sure has a soft spot for children. and, truth be told, they are all naturally drawn to him as well. maybe it’s his calm demeanor and the sense of safety he brings along with his presence.

“ah, thank you — these look so delicious, i am sure the kids will die for a bite”, you chime, as you guide him into the kitchen.

“oh— nanami, it’s you”, satoru casually points out without even turning his head to greet him, his eyes glued on his little daughter… who seems to be looking elsewhere, past her father…

…at nanami.

a bit bothered by that, satoru shifts a little bit to the side, to block the view — to, once again, be the main focus in his daughter’s eyes. but, alas…

she tilts her head, googly eyes glancing at the blond man behind her father.

she opens her mouth, a giggle first escapes, and then—

“na-na—”, she pauses… “—mi” — a beam of laughter and her hands reaching forward, pointing at nanami.

silence in the kitchen befalls.

you cover your mouth with a hand, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into laughter. it’s tragic but funny at the same time, and you know — in just a few seconds the real baby in this room will not be your daughter.

“nanami”, satoru slowly stands up, shoulders hanging low and voice — monotone and stern. “get out”

p.s.: satoru makes a scene. he is absolutely devastated. you have to drag him away and pick up the pieces and calm him down. and, of course, he thinks — the only way to make things better is to give him another child. a new opportunity…and you need to get down to business, now. while nanami is babysitting downstairs.

[steponmepinkjun]

i still follow u from when u wrote arcana fanfic im a real og and even tho idk who these kpop men are i will never unfollow. #steponmeasraNEVERFORGET

#IWISHYOUWOULDFORGET FUWNUDBWHRNWUABDBJFHRHEHDJFJJE

honestly, babe... What's it gonna take. Come to the kpop side of things. What do I gotta do, tell u which kpop boys r arcana coded??? Like, come on, all arcana fans know is theater, visual stims, [limp wrist] and RELENTLESS PINING, kpop is so up your alley it's not even funny!!!!! Just, shhhhh, open a new tab, put on Sugar Rush Ride, you're welcome.

[player380]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- disco pang pang

━━━ ↳ ❝ [ se-mi x f! reader ] ¡! ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PART TWO in which you try out the infamous disco pang pang ride with your friends in incheon, south korea, and end up having the ride moderator attempt to set you up with the stoic, pretty woman sitting next to you┊2.1k words

contains: potential ooc se-mi (we don't really know too much about her but my hyperfixation has deluded me to believe my own headcanons that were created by the bit we saw her in s2), fluff, some minor hints of sexual content, wlw, teaser x teased, & non-canonical nonsense, au!! the games never took place & se-mi is lowkey loaded (which i may write more about in another fic idea i have oops), i also am not very sure of any korean customs (im a white american) so please please please let me know if any of the manners of this are wrong so i can correct it, also this has not been proofread yet so enjoy any spelling or grammar errors <3

After much debate with your close girl friends, that you were on a trip into the big city with, they had practically dragged you to the long line of awaiting people to try out this silly ride. Each of their hands clasped tightly around your sweaty palms, forcing your feet to shuffle into your spot at the back of the line. It was a warm spring day, the sun beating down only to be combated by a pleasant breeze. So, of course, most would find themselves spending the day at the Wolmi Theme Park in South Korea. The three of you had already spent the majority of the day entertaining yourselves with other rides, though with yourself often choosing to opt out of riding many--given rollercoasters had a habit of making you queasy. Yet, after much convincing and deliberation, you had allowed them to take you on this ride. They had claimed that it wasn't that scary, and was oftentimes quite fun. But as you got into line and saw the ever-moving ride your stomach dropped and your face paled. Laughter and screams echoed around as the current set of riders were being bounced up and down whilst the ride spun everyone in round in differing speeds. As you watched this, you couldn't help but feel the corn dogs you just had thirty-minutes prior rising their way through your innards.

While you stood there, mouth agape, your friends had busied themselves with calling their boyfriends back home in the countryside. Snapping you out of your scared daze, was a smooth laugh from beside--even smoother words following in pursuit.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost," a woman laughed from beside you, your eyes narrowing as they traveled up the body beside you in line. Taking notice of her skinny ripped black jeans, the loose tank top that had a bit of the side tucked into the waistband of her jeans, and a black leather jacket over her shoulders. Her face was adorned in few piercings: just one silver ring on her lip, the other a silver ring on her left nostril (a gem-incrusted sun on where the ring met the visible skin). Her hair was short, some strands of her black hair covering the right side of her head slightly. Her narrow features complimented her stylistic choices. And by all means: the woman was completely, and utterly gorgeous.

After a few minutes of silence, your eyes only widening upon seeing the pretty woman, she spoke up again. "Are you alright? Surely you haven't actually seen a ghost," she replied, her thin brows furrowing slightly as she stared at you--her head cocked to the side just a hair. She was concerned for your wellbeing. How cute.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you blinked, snapping out of your haze and returning your gaze to the still-moving ride--swallowing hard. "I just don't like rides like this," you added and nodded awkwardly. "Not really my thing."

The woman beside you nodded, letting out a quiet hum as her gaze follows yours up to the ride. "It's not that bad," she commented, letting out a quiet laugh. "Just make sure to hold on tight."

"What?" You asked, misunderstanding her words and her eyes widening slightly.

The woman laughed harder, shaking her head. "The bars, hold on tight to the bars," she corrected, tilting her head. "Or your friends."

You suddenly felt the presence of your two friends who had gotten off facetime with their partners, and were now standing beside you once more--staring at the taller woman with slightly furrowed brows. The woman just nodded once, before turning back around and facing the front of the line. Leaving you to suffer the teasing looks and questions from your friends for the remainder of the wait in line.

Eventually, after growing slightly impatient from standing still for so long, it was finally your group's turn to file onto the circular ride. The eager group of riders all excitedly piled on, sounds of annoyed groans coming from the people who were cut off and had to wait another round.

Your friends rushed to a spot, sitting on the seats and giggling excitedly. Their hands reached behind themselves to grab the plastic and metal bars--wrapping their arms around the slick material in hopes to stay (mostly) still throughout the ride.

You sat there awkwardly, trying to mimic your friend's actions but you found yourself struggling to keep yourself comfortable. You didn't realize the woman who was in front of you in line was sitting beside you until you felt her hands gently guiding your arms to wrap around the bars--her hand resting there for a moment and looking over you.

"Comfy?" She asked you, raising a brow slightly.

Your face, now red, moved up to meet her gaze--nodding awkwardly. "Yeah, thanks," you said, voice quiet, and pressing a small smile up as another bout of gratitude. Her dark eyes traveled over you for a second, smiling and giving a nod back. She moved to sit beside you, leaving the width of a person and a half between you two.

Unfortunately for your humility, the ride moderator had noticed the small interaction and so once the ride started slowly spinning--your face all but heated when you heard the moderator's loud voice call out your descriptor over the speakers. Little did you know the running internet joke that if the moderator called you out, you were done for.

"Are you two together?" The male moderator's voice called out, "you, tweed skirt and the h/c hair. And you, short black hair and the leather jacket," he described. Your heart all but dropped. Before you could reply, the woman next to you beat you to it:

"No, we aren't," she yelled, her voice loud over the mechanics of the machine and the loud sounds from around the theme park.

"Do you want to be?" The moderator called out, a hint over amusement carrying over in his voice.

You shook your head, laughing awkwardly. "No, no it's okay. I came here with my friends," you replied, brows furrowing in embarrassment--trying to ignore the giggles from your friends beside you.

"Ah, no, no, let me fix that," the moderator said, laughing, and your heart dropped from his mischievous tone.

Suddenly, the ride was tilted all the way to the left side and began bouncing slightly. Lifting you up and down from your seat, your sweaty hands barely holding onto the plastic bars as gravity tried to pull you to where the woman beside you was sitting. She seemed to keep her body planted firmly--hardly moving. The ups and downs got harsher, and before you knew it, one of your arms slipped from the bar and you fell slightly down to your left. You felt another leg wrap around yours--realizing it was the woman's, who was trying to keep you steady so you didn't fall.

You grunted as you moved to steady yourself back onto the seat, pulling your leg from hers and attempting to grab back onto the bars. Before you could succeed, another unexpected bump made your other arm slip--letting out a yelp as you stumbled off the seat and about to start rolling on the metal floor of the ride. You didn't go very far before you found your body ensnared by both the woman's legs--holding your torso tightly as to make sure you didn't fall anymore.

As the bumps continued, you felt one of her hands grab your arm and pull you up--setting you on her lap. Your face burned with embarrassment and awkwardness at the entire situation--wishing you hadn't even let your friends convince you to get on this stupid ride to begin with. Her legs entangled with yours, an arm wrapping around your waist and pressing your back tight against her front. Her fingers found purchase on your hip, pressing into the part tightly.

"Are you okay?" She asked, tilting her head so her mouth was right next to your ear, her voice quiet. God was her voice attractive.

You nodded, the consistent bumps making the two of you rise up from your seats occasionally--but your landings were cushioned by the woman's body beneath you. It was almost strangely nice. No. You shouldn't think like that. She was an entire stranger. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," you replied, turning your head slightly--though not realizing how close your faces would be. You quickly turned your head back around forward--your cheeks the color of a tomato.

As the ride continued on, the moderator still continued to pick on the two of you, moving you two around. Even with the woman's firm grip on your body, you had somehow ended up turned around--your legs straddling her hips. Her jacket had been moved to wrap around your waist so no one could see how your skirt rid up, allowing some form of modesty. There were some other instances of other people flailing around and landing on others, however you could hardly pay any mind to the others on this ride given your situation. This continued on throughout the ride's duration, before eventually the machine came to a stop--the moderator thanking everyone, though still finding a way to insert a tease about the two women's interactions throughout the ride.

You shakily got off of the woman--pulling your skirt down and untying the jacket around your waist, holding it back out to her. "Um, thanks for this. And for making sure I don't fall," you muttered, looking down at your feet. When she took the jacket, you quickly took off and found your friends at the exit of the ride--trying to ignore the burning throughout your body as their incessant teases fueled your embarrassment.

Before you could get far, a female voice called out and you turned around--your eyes widening as the woman before approached, slightly out of breath from the small jog. Your friends looked at each other with raised brows, both backing away to leave you two to yourselves.

"Oh-- um, hi," you said, brows furrowing slightly. "Did you need something?"

"How long are you in Incheon for? Or do you live here?" She asked, her chest still rising up and down with rapid breaths. She almost sounded hopeful, and a bubbly filling filled your stomach. As if someone had opened a cage of butterflies between your ribcages.

You blinked, looking away from her for a moment. "No, I don't live here. Just visiting with my friends... but I'm not sure. A couple more days, at least. We didn't really have an end date. Why?" You asked, licking your lips slightly--and you watched as her eyes flickered to your slightly damp, pink lips for a moment before she looked back up at your eyes.

"Let me take you sight-seeing around the city, yeah?" She asked, despite her cool demeanor, she almost seemed nervous. "You don't have to, but it'd--"

"Sure," you cut her off, flashing an almost-nervous smile of your own. "I'd like that, my friends and I aren't really super knowledgeable around anyway. I'm sure they'd like it too."

Her face flickered with some unknown expression and she shook her head. "No, not them. Just you... and I," she said, sucking in a long breath.

"Oh," you breathed, your brows raising. "Yeah, my answer is still the same. I would like that," you answered, emphasizing the 'I' in your sentence. The woman nodded, any nervousness or tension immediately lifted from her demeanor.

"Good," she said, grinning. "Let me get your number," she said--pulling out her phone from her back pocket, opening it, and shoving it in your direction with the screen showing an empty contact form to fill out. You nodded, and took the phone to begin typing in some things in each slot. "I'm Se-mi, by the way," she added, her eyes watching you intently--studying every and all aspect of your face.

Once you finished, you looked back up at Se-mi and handed her phone. "Well... just give me a message, Se-mi. I should be free, well, if I can ever escape those two for a moment," she laughed, tilting her head back to where her friends stood--watching the two of you interact with large grins.

Se-mi nodded, watching your form retreat as you handed her phone back and went back to your friends who immediately began pestering you for information on your new 'hot date', as they called it. She looked back down at her phone, studying your name on the contact--trying to burn it into her memory.

"Y/n...," she said slowly, nodding as she enjoyed the feel of it on her tongue. Knowing full well she was going to be saying that name for a long time. Or, well, at least she hoped.

Who knew your friends dragging you onto a silly ride could lead to any of this.

[wheneverfeasible]

Girlie, I'm gonna need some abo recs. Steddie and otherwise. You've got me intrigued

(lowkey browsing your blog for more writing)

Oh! Yes! Hello!

First off, I do want to point out that when using the initials, it’s best to use slashes in-between (a/b/o) as the term without those is actually a slur against the Australian indigenous community. Just something to think about, no hate or anything! ♥️

As for recs, I’ll just stick with Steddie for now as that’s my brainrot ship…

Honestly, anything by @lexirosewrites is fantastic. My personal favorites tho are:

Bad Bet wherein Steve is a secret omega and bet by Tommy to take alpha and freak Eddie Munson to prom as a prank, only to fall for the strange alpha.

Online, Offline (Out of My Mind) where famous actor and secret omega Steve finds his scentmate through an online dating service thanks to Robin.

Bandaids for the Heart where Steve is a pediatric nurse and Eddie is a single dad whose kiddo might be trying to play matchmaker.

And the Sun Will Rise which has Steve as a packless omega suffering through isolation sickness during the zombie apocalypse, until a certain alpha and his pack take him in.

Baby Mine wherein Eddie discovers he’s pregnant and because of past trauma assumes Steve will expect him to get rid of it, so it’s definitely angsty but with sweet comfort and a happy ending.

But really all of their stuff is fantastic.

As for other fics, I heartily recommend Look For the Boy With the Broken Smile, Ask Him if He Wants to Stay Awhile by Eenselwig_98 ( @sunlight-and-moonshine) and honestly it might be time for another reread of this fic for myself too. But Steve is an omega who’s been hurt so many times that he thinks he’s only good enough to fuck and not mate, except Eddie is head over heels for him.

And can’t forget Whatever you want it to be by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation where omega Eddie is slipped a heat triggering drug by Jason who plans to assault him but he’s saved by Steve who offers his assistance with the after effects of the drug.

Build a Life With You by StarsHideYourFires ( @starshideurfics ) which is a historical omegaverse where omega Steve has a secret that leads him to abandoning the socialite life to become a mail order bride to an alpha he never met in a small rural town. (The author has a lot of fics I enjoy, actually, but I’m only sharing finished fics here, but do please check out the other stuff too!)

the potential of us by emchant3d has both enemies-to-lovers and former hookups fake dating as omega Steve and alpha Eddie try to get their besties off their backs about dating each other. Side ship Buckingham.

feel forever its soft fall and swell by hejustlikemefr which is another historical omegaverse that is an Organ Trail kind of au, young omega Steve and older alpha Eddie have a marriage of convenience to help protect Steve.

The Unbearable Horniness of Steve by @fkinkindagauche has that delicious angst of the classic friends-to-lovers and some classic misunderstanding. (The author also has a Harringrove fic called Goldilocks for all you Billy lovers out there.)

It’ll be fine. Probably. by @stevieschrodinger which is a modern au with an omega Eddie who finds out he’s pregnant and returns to Hawkins where he runs into high school crush and current librarian, alpha Steve Harrington. I love this version of Eddie so much.

Good Omega by Batty4Steddie and @spicycinnabun is another excellent omega Eddie fic where alpha Steve is in the band with him and flirt on stage and Steve is ready to finally claim Eddie as his while Eddie…assumes Steve is straight.

And then we have my lovely @katyawriteswhump with so many wonderful offerings that I can’t even attempt to list them, each one full of angst, fluff, humor, and feels.

Honestly there’s so many I loved and enjoyed but I would say these fics and authors are a great place to start. Many of them inspired my own writing so every single one of them is worth checking out. Each have their own style and it makes for such a lovely exploration of a beloved trope.

And I know that there’s more out there, but this is getting a bit long already, so maybe I’ll do another rec list one of these days lol.

Now off to work I must go! I hope you find joy in these favorites of mine just like I did, my dear anon!

Love to all these fantastic and marvelously talented creators! I’m definitely rereading some these rn 🤭

[ningningsplushie]

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა This is How it Feels - OT5 txt's first admissions of love ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

warnings: mentions of food, micro-angst in tae and gyu's parts but all is well <3 kissing, swearing, established relationship for taehyun and soobin. not proofread lmao. fem reader in hueningkai's part. a/n: oh hi...long time no see. I hope to post more often but university is time consuming but i'm also currently hyperfixated on txt and they're my emotional outlet so i'll post when I can!! i'm also taking fluff requests so please come on by :) masterlist

choi yeonjun:

Hmmmm he’d definitely realize he’s in love with you after a particularly harrowing day while practicing for a comeback or recording an album.

Having been friends with him for almost a year now and meeting him after he was filming a TO DO episode with his members at the cafe you worked at, you’ve kind of picked up on every little thing about him.

Lately, what with his upcoming solo comeback, he’s been unintentionally distant with you.

Normally, you guys text back and forth about your guys’ day, facetime, or meet up just to chill but for the past two weeks, you really only hear about him through the other members and so you decide to pay him a visit.

But now without preparing some homemade food for your guy, who you don’t really want to tell you have a crush on because he’s an idol and you think he’s out of your league.

You lowkey go all out: tteokbokki, some soup, fishcakes, and a bag full of his favourite sweets and you lug all of that to the dorms, knocking on the door and waiting patiently for an answer. 

The door swings open and it’s no one other than Yeonjun, you stares at you, the deep bags beneath his eyes and dry lips shifting from exhaustion to surprise to contained elation.

“y/n??? What are you doing here?” he asks, pushing you inside.

“Oh, well…it’s been a while since I’ve seen you last.” you begin, scurrying into the kitchen as you begin to unpack the food, commandeering his stove to heat up the food. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright. I know how you get during comebacks because I know you’re stressed but you usually tend to retreat back into yourself due to overthinking and stuff.”

He’s watching you as your floating around the kitchen, pouring this into that and plating all the foods you brought over for him, his head feeling the lightest it’s been in a while since you walked through the door. 

“And you don’t really need to worry cuz you absolutely crushed it when Ggum came out and you’re gonna do even better with this upcoming release, if that’s even possible. You’re the hip-popping king and the 4th-gen it boy for a reason! The people love you and you’re gonna deliver. As. You. Usually. Do!” you enunciate the last words by poking his nose.

You then nudge him towards the couch, getting him to sit down while you place his food in front of him on the table and at this point, Yeonjun is looking at you with googoo eyes and pouty lips, his heart pounding as you try to make light of the situation to cheer him up but your face giving your worry away as you chew on your bottom lip and the lines between your brows deepening. 

Yeonjun thinks back on his friendship with you: how you’re a steady weight for him throughout tumultuous storms within his life. How you always put his interests before yours. How you’re perhaps his biggest supporter, always ready to reassure and celebrate with him. How he’s able to be himself around you and let go for once as an idol and he suddenly thinks, ‘This is a person I want to stand by me for as long as possible and who I want to be with…’

You turn to get a drink for him before he latches a soft grip on your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Junnie, what is it?” you ask, cocking your head to the side and Yeonjun can’t help but think that you look positively adorable with the way you’re pouting and looking down at him concerned. 

“Thank you, y/n. This means a lot to me- you mean a lot to me…I love you, you know?”

You coo, sitting down next to him as you push back his hair, thinking he means it in a platonic way. “Aweeeee, I love you too!”

The way you say it so casually has him shaking his head. “No, y/n,” he says softly. “I mean that I’m in love with you.”

You gasp, bringing a hand up to your mouth as the tips of your fingers hide your lips. “You-you don’t mean that.”

“I do.” The way he says those two simple words is so determined and the way he gazes at you intensely, his mouth slightly agape…yeah, you don’t think he’s pulling your leg anymore.

“Where’s all this coming from all of a sudden?”

“I don’t…I just realized this. Like just now but I think I’ve always had this feeling lingering at the back of my mind. I just didn’t let it come forward in fear of ruining our friendship.” He admits, wringing his hands in anxiety.

“Junnie, can I be honest?”

“Please.” He’s desperate to hear your response but at the same time he’s damn near shitting his pants cuz he’s so certain you’re about to reject him.

“I think I’ve like you since I first met you but… Junnie, you’re an idol and i’m just-I’m just me. I thought there was no way you could like me back…but I guess I was wrong.” you smile slightly, biting your lip so you don’t straight up grin like an idiot. 

Now that the tension is gone, Yeonjun joins you in embrace the giddy feelings that envelope the two of you. “Dead wrong. Soooo…y/n, will you be mine?” He asks lowkey awkwardly, raising his shoulders while tilting his head to the side.

You lean back into the couch, cackling. “You’re such a dork!” When your laughter dies down, you look back at him, your eyes sparkling. “But yeah, Junnie, I’m yours so you’re my dork.”

He truly can’t hold himself back anymore so he pulls you closer to him, nearly onto his lap and clings onto you, leaving no space between you and him as he rocks you back and forth. Kissing the top of your head, his heart swells as he hears you hum in contentment, wanting to be nowhere else but his arms.

choi soobin

I don’t think it’s a moment that’s particularly special because I think Soobin’s all about the small, meaningful, and intimate parts of life that you get to share with him.

And it’s not a moment that springs in his mind suddenly, like an ‘aha!’ but it’s something that slowly unfolds and grows into something more as time passes.

You’ve been dating Soobin for about three months and you’ve known him way longer…like since pre-debut when he was still in high school. So I guess in a way you’re high school sweethearts :)) 

Comeback season has died down and the boys are now taking it slower, recording random content like TO DO and other interviews, meaning that you get to spend much more time with your boyfriend!

He’s come over to your apartment in the evening and you shared takeout with him, sitting on the floor around your coffee table as you listened to him yap about whatever anime he’s been watching. As the night progresses, he helps you clean the apartment up, connecting his phone to your speakers as he puts your favourite songs on a low volume, existing together in your own little bubble with him.

The two of you then do your own things but together!

You’re sharing the couch with him, with Soob curled up in one side and you with your back against one of the arms, your legs resting on his lap. He’s playing a game on his switch, his lips jutting in concentration as his fingers work at a rapid pace while you’re reading your book silently, occasionally underlining and tabbing your favourite parts.

It’s silent throughout your apartment, save for Soobin’s periodic groans of frustration or the flipping of pages. 

You’re so engrossed in your book you fail to notice when Soobin turns off his switch, placing it on the coffee table to lean back comfortably and trace patterns on your calf.

He lives for the intimacy of sharing each other’s spaces, of existing separately but together, always reaching out for one another through soft touches. He finds comfort in being his own person around you, of watching you do your own thing, and knowing you feel comfortable sharing silence with him.

However, he feels compelled to break that silence right now. 

“Whatcha reading right now, bunny?” He asks, sitting up to rest closer to you, peering over your shoulder to read alongside you.

Looking up from your book, your face glows with adoration as his pouty lips mouths out the words to himself and you close the book to show him the cover. “The Lady of the Camellias,” you reply, reaching a hand up to play with his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Oh? I haven’t heard of that one.”

“Yeah, it’s an older one from the late 1800s from France,” you explain, Soobin nodding along to your words.

“What’s it about?”

One thing about Soobin is that he loves to read and if it’s not a book he’s interested in reading, he still loves to learn about it, especially from you!

“It’s a love affair between a courtesan and well to do man. She eventually contracts tuberculosis and dies and there’s this whole thing of him thinking she left him for another man because she’s a courtesan and they part ways but then he returns to her but it’s too late, she dies in the end…it’s actually quite beautifully sad. This is just a reread for me.”

Aweeee now it’s your turn to yap about your interests and whenever you do this, Soobin listens, literally entranced. He listens intently, never missing a word and humming along while his eyes rove over your features, the way your brows furrow then you think about how sad the book is or the way your eyes light up talking about it.

“So she never got to hear that he loved her?”

You shake your head, putting the book away. “She knows it, she hears it but it’s kind of too late cuz they can’t properly be together because of her dying…he pledges to love her even after her death.”

Soobin frowns, getting lost in his own thoughts. He doesn’t know why but it makes him think of his relationship with you even though your situation is vastly different of that from the book.

He’s starting to get in his feels because he’s lowkey scared for the same thing to happen. For you to go on without hearing he loves you because he does, terribly so, he just hasn’t said it yet.

Taking your hand in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles as he remains silent, thinking, eventually bringing your hand to his lips to press a lingering kiss against the skin his thumb brushed over. “You know that-that I love you, right?”

You nod, eyes filling up with tears as Soobin doesn’t break eye contact with you because he’s serious, oh so serious with this confession. “Of course I do, Binnie. You didn’t have to say it…I mean it’s nice that you did but I already knew through your actions.” Leaning forward, you brush back the bangs that fall over his face and kiss both of his eyes. “I love you too.”

Ugh, it’s just a simple confession, nothing overtly grand but it just means so much to you and him. It’s so sickeningly intimate but you two have never felt more alive than now. 

Soobin blushes at this reciprocation, looking down at his lap before you hook two fingers under his chin to get him to redirect his attention to you. “I love you,” you say repeat, clinging onto him amidst the silence of the night. You say it so softly but to Soobin, it’s like you’re screaming it from the rooftops.

“Good, because you’re never leaving my side.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

choi beomgyu

I think when he realizes he can show you all the different sides of himself. 

You were part of the fashion team for Tomorrow x Together so you’ve always been assigned to work with Beomgyu and naturally, seeing him nearly every day, you’ve gotten rather close to him. Y’all exchange phone numbers and start hanging out as friends outside of company time, enjoying Beomgyu’s chaotic yet soothing nature. 

Sure, you’ve developed a little crush on him but you’ve never acted on it because you work for him. Wouldn’t it be a little weird? And shouldn’t Beomgyu like someone who’s also in his league. 

You really can’t help it though. There’s no one else who makes you laugh as hard as he does, who notices your dip in energy takes the time to talk you through it, reassuring you, or who you could confide your deepest worries, and vice versa. 

You’ve also noticed how buff he’s gotten and of course, as his stylist, you use that to your advantage to show off his arms for MOAs. 

Beomgyu’s standing in front of you as you hold up different shirts on hangers over his chest, seeing which one would suit him best before nodding to yourself, thrusting an outfit into his arms and ordering him to go try it on. 

He returns, looking down at the clothes with a smirk on his face as he starts flexing, holding up his arms to show off his muscles. “Oh hell yeah, all my hard work’s paying off. What do you think?”

Your eyes trail over his body, admiring him and lowkey working yourself up. “You, sir, look really good. I think MOAs are gonna lose their minds when you walk onto the stage in this outfit.”

Again, he smirk, crossing his arms as he rests on a table. “Be honest. If you were a MOA, would you lose your mind too.”

You roll your eyes at his subtle teasing. “I’m already a MOA but sure, I’d go crazy, probably more so for Yeonjun,” you lie, noticing how he looks down, pouting. 

Yeah no, he’s your bias but you won’t admit it in fear of him finding out your feelings for him.

“Yeah…Yeonjun’s pretty cool so I can’t blame you.” He can’t hide his disappointment at your admission, his mood shifting as his teasing disappears and is replaced with a calmer demeanour. 

He pulls out a chair, sitting down while he begins to pick at the skin around his nails. You approach him, kneeling in front of him as you place your hand over his to stop him from tearing off the skin. 

“Hey,” you say gingerly, looking up at him. “You’re cool too, gyu. I was just pulling your leg.” Genuinely this whole time you’ve told him Yeonjun was your bias so you take a shaky breath, ready to admit the truth. “You’re my bias…you kind of always have been.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m all sad and pouty,” he sighs.

Shaking your head, you give him a small smile. “That’s not true. Look.” Pulling out your phone from your back pocket, you show him the case, how there’s a decorated photocard of him nestled inside.

At this, Beomgyu sits up straight, getting excited like a puppy. “So that’s why you never wanted me to see your phone!”

Blushing, you nod without saying anything and put your phone away. “See? You don’t have to worry about anything. Plus, you have a shit tonne of MOAs who also bias and love you.”

“No, i know…it’s just different when it’s you.” He looks off to the side, embarrassment eating him alive. 

“Why’s it different?”

“Because I want you to think I’m cool. I want to impress you and stuff. I mean like, we’re friends. We’re always goofing off together and I want you to acknowledge my more determined and passionate side.”

You coo, rising up to your full length as you begin to play with his hair. “Oh gyu, I already think that. You think I don’t notice when you give your all for performances or how sucked into song-writing you get? How you break off from your silly self to be an anchor for your members and your friends? I notice every side of you and I love them all equally.”

Poor gyu looks like a fish, at a loss for words, looking up at you with a hopeful look. “Really?”

“Really! Ever since we’ve become close I’ve gotten to know the real you, all of you.”

Beomgyu gets up from the chair and puts his hands in his pockets, biting his lips as he debates on whether he should say what he wants to say.

“At first…I didn’t like getting all serious on you. I wanted to seem easy-going to you but you make it so easy cuz you never make me feel ashamed for feeling the things that I feel. But now…” he shrugs, trailing off. “Now I don’t mind, I think I just fully accepted that but that’s because-” he shakes his head, turning around.

Walking around him, you place a hand on his arm. “Because?”

“Because I love you.” He simply admits, biting the bullet. 

You really can’t reply right away cuz you can’t believe it so he clenches his eyes shut, groaning. “Sorry, forget I ever said that.”

“No! I love you too!”

Beomgyu whips his head towards you, eyes wide. “No, you don’t,”

“I do! Why do you think I kept letting you think Yeonjun was my bias? I didn’t want you finding out I have feelings for you because I was scared you’d push me away or we’d grow distant.”

He places both palms over his eyes, chuckling deliriously. “Seriously? You’re such a dummy sometimes but I shouldn’t be complaining now that we’re a thing.”

“Bold assumption for you to make,” you state, raising your brow.

“Oh, okay. Guess we’re not then. And here I was thinking I’d take you out for dinner.” he sasses, pulling you closer to him because he knows you’re joking. 

“You still can.”

“Trust me, I will. I’m not letting go of you know.”

kang taehyun

I feel like he’s a pretty chill guy fr. he doesn’t get jealous often nor inappropriately passionate. He just feels secure in his relationship with you!

But when he is passionate and protective…boy oh boy.

Like, he’s comfortable with having you be besties with the rest of his members, he goes out to clubs with you, let’s you do whatever because he trusts you so there’s really no reason for him to go all possessive and jealous on you.

But it isn’t until today, after seeing an old childhood friend of your try and flirt with you that something switches in him.

You went out to brunch with him, having a pleasant morning while he spoils you with food and his steady and comforting company.

By the end of brunch, while you’re finishing up your plate, you hear a familiar voice you haven’t heard in a few years call out your name. “y/n?? Is that really you?”

You turn your head around, searching around the restaurant as your eyes finally land on your old friend, his figure sauntering up to the table. 

“Oh my God, Juwon! How’ve you been?” you ask, getting up from your seat to hug him.

“Not too bad, just been busy with work and stuff.”

You’re having a yap session with him while you sit back down and this man has the audacity to slide into the booth next to Taehyun without asking and completely ignoring your boyfriend???

The whole time he’s deadass flirting with you, making comments here and there and you brush them off, never feeding in to his delusions. This is kind of what ticks Taehyun off cuz why are you not telling him to stop? Why are you not explaining to him that you’re on a date with your boyfriend.

After what feels like an eternity, Juwon leaves, leaving his number with you and telling you to stay in touch but Taehyun pockets the slip of paper, getting up to pay while you sit there awkwardly.

He returns to fetch you out of the restaurant and the drive home is so quiet, you’re honestly too scared to say anything. But when you return to his apartment, he tosses his keys onto the table, pushing back his hair. “What the hell was that, y/n?” 

“What was what?” you ask in confusion.

Oh.

Taehyun furrows his brows, biting his lips as he thinks of what to say. “Well, let’s just start off with the fact that he literally inserted himself into our date. He completely ignored me, never even asking who I was or introducing himself to me. He was shamelessly flirting with you. And to top it all off, you never told him to stop nor did you tell him I was your boyfriend. You completely ignored me.”

What have you doneeee :((( he’s literally looking at you with watery eyes, though he’s quite pisses. He’s really hurt and confused right now. 

“I-I’m sorry, Tae. I got too caught up seeing him again, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No. you shouldn’t have. I can’t help but feel like he’s gonna swoop down and take my place.”

You stand there with your mouth agape, not quite believing this confession because he’s normally so secure in your relationship. 

“That would never happen,” you reply. “I’m dating you, not him.”

“I know that but the thing that hurt me the most was you not even telling him that we’re dating!”

“You’re an idol, you’re not exactly vocal about our relationship either.”

“Nor do I keep you like some dirty secret.” His composure is honestly crumbling with each word, his voice raising with every reply but never getting to the point of yelling.

“Why do you care so much?”

He cups his hands together, almost beseeching you to understand as he cries out, “Because I love you, y/n!

You and Taehyun stand in stunned silence, staring at each other for about ten seconds. He continues with a hushed and shaky voice. “I don’t need you to go around telling everyone or make a big deal out of it but please, don’t ignore me.” Coming towards you, his fingers brush past your own. “I’m not usually this insecure, you know this but it doesn’t hurt knowing you’re proud to call me your boyfriend…I-I thought you were ashamed or something.”

You gasp, throwing your arms around him as you press your face into his neck, shaking your head. “No, Taehyun! Never! I love you too, Tae. I just got caught up in the moment but I swear, it won’t happen again!” You feel him shudder in your hold, his hands raking over your back. “You have no idea how much I love you, Taehyun. I sometimes don’t know what to do with myself because I love you so much. I’m sorry it had to get to this point for you to tell me that, though.”

Taehyun chuckles, breaking apart to kiss you softly. “Don’t apologize for that, honey. I probably would have went on not telling you for a while. I like to let my actions speak for me.”

Giggling, you lean forward to kiss him again, whispering a multitude of “I love you”s against his lips while he whispers them back.

hueningkai

I think he’d realize he loves you when he sees you interacting with his family!

I don’t know, like yeah all the members seem really family oriented to me but Hueningkai the most of all.

You met Hueningkai a little after debut and you’ve been attached to the hip as friends ever since!

Today, you went shopping with Hueningkai and his sisters Lea and Hiyyih and honestly, it was mostly girl time, plus Hueningkai, which he didn’t mind because he loves seeing you laugh and get it on with his sisters. 

You tried on outfits with Lea, tried makeup with Hiyyih, gossiped with the both of them and he can’t help but think you’re part of the family but not in a sisterly way?? Poor boy is confused at why his heart clenches when you walk out of the dressing room, doing a twirl for them and squealing in delight when his sisters tell you to get it before asking him for his opinion, giving you a curt nod because he’s starting to grow flustered. “You look really cute, y/nnie,” he whispers, blushing.

He’s confused as to why his throat runs dry when Hiyyih reveals she bought matching plushie keychains for the four of them and when you envelop all of them in a giant group hug. 

Sure, he’s always thought you were pretty but today he seems enchanted when you swipe your new gloss over your lips, never tearing his gaze away from your face and resisting all urges to launch himself at you to kiss you. Today, for the first time, he simply cannot keep his eyes off you as you strut around the mall in your new adorable outfit :(( 

You head back to the dorms and you start preparing ramen for everyone, balancing the bowls on a tray towards them, placing one in front of him and his sisters. “Eat up!” you chirp, bouncing to sit next to Hueningkai, your thighs brushing next to his.

You and his sisters have the bowls on your lap as you begin eating but poor Ning’s head is so clouded, too distracted by your close vicinity and your intoxicating perfume, he can’t find it in himself to eat.

Clearing his throat, Hueningkai rises from the couch and you look up at him with wide eyes, confused as you cock your head to the side. “Ning, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he croaks out, failing to meet your eyes. “I’ll be back in a second, I just have to use the bathroom.”

LMFAOOO blud literally rushes towards the direction of the bathroom but you notice how he actually dips into his bedroom, hoping you wouldn’t see that. 

After like two minutes, he still doesn’t come out and the giggles and yap session with Hiyyih and Lea die down as you too get up, telling them you’re gonna go check on Hueningkai. 

You knock on his door and you hear a muffled, “come in.” Hueningkai thinks it’s one of his sisters so when he sees you opening his door, he fumbles with his phone, dropping it onto the floor. Picking up his phone, you offer it to him and ask, “Are you sure you’re okay, Ning.”

“Yeah, sorry…I just needed a breather.”

You frown, sitting next to him on his bed while you play with the hem of your skirt. “Oh, we’re we being too loud?”

Hueningkai shakes his head, fingers itching to hold your hand. “No, no, it isn’t that. I just…Just got overwhelmed I guess.”

He’s being awfully quiet, which is unlike him and you keep this in mind. He’s normally never nervous, especially around you so you feel like you’ve done something to upset him. “Did-did I do anything?”

Hueningkai is silent for a while, hanging his head as he stares down at his feet. “Do you want me to be honest.

You gulp nervously but tell him to go ahead.

“I don’t know where it came from but I’m just so nervous around you…like everything you’re doing is driving me crazy. In a good way, though! We’ve been friends for so long and I don’t want my feelings to affect our friendship but-but- God, I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to realize this but I think I’m in love with you.” 

You lean down, peering up at him and smile. “You think? Or you are?”

He huffs, leaning back to prop himself on his pillows and plushies. He purses his lips, the habit you think to be the most adorable. “Are you really teasing me right now? I’m honestly quite confused so-” 

You shut him up by planting your lips onto his, your hands gravitating to play with his hair as you feel him gasp into your mouth. You pull away after a few seconds and give him a coy smile. “Are you sure now-”

Now it’s his turn to interrupt you. He kisses you once more and this time it’s more hurried and he drinks you in, his lips dancing against yours while one hand cups your cheek and the other finds purchase on your thigh. 

Your little kissing session is broken apart from the gasp of of Lea, barging into the room and finding the two of you kissing. “Finally, Kai! Hiyyih and I knew you liked her way before you did and it was killing us!”

Hueningkai pants from the kiss, letting his breath catch up to him while he blushes furiously, the tips of his glowing red. “You couldn’t help me figure it out?”

Lea crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, we wanted it to happen organically, you know?”

Hueningkai throws one of his plushies at her, wanting her to leave. “Give us like 5 minutes, I need to process everything.”

Lea leaves, closing the door as she yells out, “more like so you can keep kissing her!” Hueningkai chuckles, squeezing your thigh before kissing you again, completely drunk off of you.

[hp-hcs]

• smut (?) • like a record, baby [soulmate au]—poly! simp! mattheo riddle x poly! simp! harry potter x poly! gn! reader

hey sorry i fell off the face of the planet for like two and a half months i fell back into my old hyperfixation and started a new blog just for that and lowkey forgot abt this one and kinda fell out of the fandom lmfao anywhore—

inspired by that one Dead or Alive song

tws: sort of smut? it’s mostly implied and also like two sentences and also doesn’t involve the reader whatsoever?, lowkey bottom mattheo tbh, blink-and-you-miss-it reference to potential harry self harm :(, so fucking ooc omg

not edited if you see any mistakes shhh no you didn’t

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If I, I get to know your name / Well, if I could trace your private number, baby

Mattheo huffed, resigned. It was official; he’d finally have to talk to Scarboy.

Eight years.

Eight years of avoiding the damn boy. Eight years of ignoring the sudden sharp pains that would slice across his forehead, right where Potter’s famous scar was. Eight years of waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares that weren’t his own.

His fingers reached down on instinct to mindlessly trace the prominent soulmarks etched into his wrist. His fingertips skated over the sprawling lightning bolt mark that twisted its way up his arm, its branching lines crossing over part of his faded Dark Mark.

His fingers then marched their way across his scarred skin to the other soulmark. It was an odd black circle with a smaller red circle inside, and an even smaller circle in the center. Thin white lines following the curve of the circular shape were intermittently drawn on the black part, giving it a ridge-like visual texture.

He had no fucking clue what it was supposed to be. Neither did his mother, the one time he’d worked up the nerve to ask her about it.

Potter might, a little voice in his head whispered. He was raised by Mudbloods. If it’s a Muggle symbol, he might know what it is.

Fuck. He really would have to get over himself and talk to Scarboy.

~~~

I, I got to be your friend now, baby

“It’s a vinyl.”

Mattheo paused. “What?”

“The mark. It’s a vinyl.” Harry pushed his glasses up his nose where they’d started to slip down. “It’s an old-fashioned way Muggles used to play music.”

“Music? Is it an instrument?” Mattheo asked, his eyes lingering for just a second too long on Harry’s slender fingers. Potter had taken the news of being Mattheo’s soulmate surprisingly well. He’d just shrugged and nodded, saying he already knew.

Mattheo looks between his and Harry’s exposed forearms. His skin itches to pull his sleeve down, to cover up the shameful mark of his father burned into his flesh for eternity. Harry’s arm is also scarred, but in a much different way. Both bear the same circular soulmark—the vinyl, as Potter had called it—although their other soulmarks differed. Mattheo’s was the obvious lightning bolt, while Harry’s was a cigarette, puffing out a cloud of smoke that formed the shape of a snake.

And I would like to move in just a little bit closer

“Sort of,” Harry answered his original question, doing his best to explain as his fingers tracing the identical vinyl soulmark on his own wrist. “It’s just a plastic disk. When you put it on a record player, it spins, and a little needle follows the grooves. It plays whatever music was recorded onto it.”

“Uh huh,” Mattheo hummed in acknowledgment a half-second too late, too busy focusing on Harry’s fingers. Had they always looked that good?

Harry smirked and reached over, lacing their hands together. Mattheo’s skin promptly heated up about ten degrees and the skin under his soulmark sizzled with a pleasant buzz before radiating a soft silver glow.

That’s it. They were together; now, until forever.

~~~

Mattheo’s legs shook, his teeth digging into his lower lip hard enough to bleed. “A-ah~ P-Potter—”

“Nuh uh.” The man in question, currently hidden underneath a library table, pulled off. “That’s not my name, and you know it.”

“Harry!”

“That’s it. Good boy.”

~~~

All I know is that to me / You look like you're lots of fun

They refused to call it the Yule Ball this year. After all, the war was over, there was no reason to continue separating Muggleborns and Purebloods with something as silly as a school dance.

So, much to the horror of many a Pureblood parent, Hogwarts was hosting Prom this year.

Open up your lovin' arms / Watch out, here I come

Harry was having a blast. Admin had insisted on only playing Muggle music at Prom, and it had been a wonderfully painful mix of *Nsync, Outkast, and Ricky Martin.

“You have to dance with me,” Harry demanded, pulling Mattheo out onto the dance floor by his arm.

Mattheo stumbled, still not used to the odd formal attire Muggles wore. (A tuxedo, Harry had informed him it was called.) Although he’d never say it aloud, he preferred the tux over his usual dress robes. So much easier to move around in; why were dress robes ever on the table as an option?

~~~

You spin me right ‘round, baby, right ‘round / Like a record, baby, right ‘round, ‘round, ‘round

You spin around in a circle with Hermione, both of you doing your best to teach Pansy Parkinson—Hermione’s soulmate—how to dance anything other than ballroom-style.

All three of you were laughing like mad, spinning around and around until you all got dizzy.

All three of you tried to stumble off the dance floor and back to the table you’d called dibs on earlier in the night. As you’re stumbling back, dizzy, you bump into a pair of men.

Suddenly, your outfit feels a lot stuffier than it did before. You feel hot all over.

One of the men grabs your bicep to try to steady you. His hands are slick with sweat. The other also looks rather warm, his face flushed. All three of you stare at each other as a bright silver glow emanating from three people’s wrists suddenly cuts through the dimmed lights of the dance floor.

I want your love.

[yawujin]

Heyyy I havent seen you write any danganronpa stuff recently so if you fell out of interest its alr I was just wondering if you could please write danganronpa v3 boys x reader at the beach HEAVY on korekiyo haven't seen much fan stuff for him and it saddens me.

anyway pls&thx have a good day :)

hey anonnn, you're right i haven't written for dangan in a bit...thing is; i have a hard time writing for things i'm not currently hyperfixating on (bad trait to have i know) there are a ton of requests for dangan hcs/x reader in my inbox rn so i'll try to get more of those done ദ്ദി(˶‾᷄ᗜ‾᷅˵ ᵕ) hope you enjoy this in the meantime!!

request | v3 boys x reader 🏖 beach edition

type | headcanon format , reader insert , light hearted , you pronouns used

shuichi saihara ♡

easily gets sunburned so he prefers to stay under a beach umbrella most of the time

asks you for help with applying sunscreen all over his exposed skin

brought water bottles for everyone (my thoughtful kinggg <3)

lowkey would want to play volleyball w everyone else but think he'd be too awkward whilst playing

would most likely invite you to sit under an umbrella with him near the shore and listen to the sound of the waves with you

rantaro amami ♡

walks along the pier with you

buys you whatever you want at the concession stands there

"this beach is beautiful, you should see the ones i've traveled really far to see, too. they're amazing!" he exclaims

rantaro shows you a plethora of pictures he's taken of beaches all around the globe

would most likely collect a little bit of the sand from the beach just to keep a piece of it with him for memory's sake.

k1b0/kiibo ♡

he is awaaaaay from the water

he stands up on the rocks , looking out to the ocean (he would like to admire it without getting wet)

he's 100% a nerd so he gives you some fun facts about sharks , fish , etc

when you come back from swimming, he tells you how cool you looked

he totally wishes he could go and swim w you :(

korekiyo shinguji ♡

he enjoys the atmosphere , and your company ofc

you two walk on the pier talking about what to get for lunch

ngl it feels like a date when you are sitting across from kiyo, eating your food

"it's beautiful, isn't it?" he says, after a moment of quiet

"yeah! the beach is pretty nice." you reply

"i meant you, dear." he tells you

wink

kaito momota ♡

he's the one that set up the volleyball net

trying to encourage his sidekick to play volleyball with him

after getting rejected 5 times within a minute, he asks you

"i won't go easy on ya!"

kaito got a little too cocky for someone who kept on getting foul balls

gonta gokuhara ♡

quietly observing the hermit crabs on the beach

he marvels at the slugs crawling up the rocks

he's lowkey in bug heaven rn

you tell kokichi to stfu when he tells gonta that his hair looks similar to seaweed

"does gonta's hair really resemble seaweed?" he frowns

you comb your fingers through his hair and reassure him that his hair looks just fine :)

ryoma hoshi ♡

spends most of his time away from the crowd or in a shop on the pier

"beaches really aren't my type of scene"

you walk about a mile or two with him on the endless sands of the beach

you hadn't expected him to break the long silence until he said:

"glad you're here to keep me company."

he's pulling his beanie down to shade his eyes from the sun (and to hide his cute embarrassment)

kokichi ouma ♡

"let's both run into the water in three...two...one!"

except he stayed behind and let you do it all alone, much to your embarrassment (and annoyance)

he makes it up to you by buying you an ice cream

"awww don't be so mad! after we're done we can go swim together! promise!"

surprisingly, he keeps his promise and you two have a good time

you splash each other with ocean water playfully and engage in a small game of water tag

⋆ ˚｡⋆ my ao3

[p3achii-was-h3r3]

Lowkey like this sketch I did, it's also one of the last TIOS fanarts I have in my gallery

I do have more traditional art, but I'm too lazy to take a good pic of em

Also, I haven't been able to draw more TIOS fanart since as of late, I couldn't really make time to do so 😔💔 also cuz my hyperfixations have been jumping left and right so,,, prepare to see fanart of a character I'm currently obsessed with that you've prolly never even seen before

[curly-fry-3]

Hi could I request daughter¡reader hyperfiction on a show or something and constantly talks about it to Dean?

𖦹Hyperfixated𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean would happily listen to you talk for hours

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 393

notes𖦹 I may be 16 but Damian is my child

You won't stop talking, and Dean isn't exactly complaining. You were going on about your current hyperfixation, Batman. Well, in your words “it's not just batman, it's the whole batfam. Bruce isn't even my favorite, he's not even in my top five. I lowkey care about batcow more than bruce.” Whatever that means. He of course is listening and trying his best to understand, but it got kinda confusing when you mentioned multiple robins.

You did this every couple of months. You would find a new piece of media and obsess over it until you got bored of it and found something else. It was cute, you could go on for hours about your favorite characters and plotlines. Dean loved listening cause you always got this look on your face when you went into yapping mode. You would light up and you'd have the biggest smile ever. Dean loved seeing you so happy. He would let you talk his ear off if you would be that excited.

You were currently sitting on the counter next to him while he was cooking breakfast. You’re dangling your feet and talking animatedly with your hands. “Everyone freaking hates on Damian like bro he's just a kid. And if you were raised being told you were the best around then it's not crazy to think that you're better than everyone.”

Dean nods his head in agreement, “yeah, but he's still kind of a booger”

I stop my movement with shock, “you don't know him like I do, ok? I have maternal instincts for damian. He can do no wrong in my eyes”

He looks over at you dumbfounded “maternal instincts?”

“Don't judge me” You defend

Dean moves the eggs from the pan onto a plate “i'm not judging, don't worry”

You hop off the counter and sit at the bar “Good. Damian isn't mean he's just misunderstood. He doesn't want to seem weak”

“Yeah I mean, with everything you told me, it sounds like he just doesn't want to be underestimated” He agrees while pushing your breakfast towards you

You pick up your fork and start digging in, “See, you get it” 

Dean watches as you eat the food and continue to ramble on about robin. He's happy that you've found things that make you so happy and that you can talk to him about them.

sorry for any typos

@areswasneverhere