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Love Me Like A Rockstar (9)

ー☆ Chapter 9: You (Show Me Where My Days Went)

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cursing ー☆ Word count: 9.8k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hi, lovelies!! LMLAR is BACK!! I am sooo happy I could finally update and just write, y'all have no idea! I am so sorry for making you wait so long for this update, but finishing my thesis was super important! I still have to study and such this month, but I promise next update won't take as long as this one did! (I'm writing other stories too while writing this one, so that kinda backfires sometimes lol) I am forever grateful that you are patient and stick around for the new chapters, this story is so dear to me you wouldn't even believe it. I am also super grateful and happy whenever you leave feedback, so please, keep on doing just that!<3 This chapter only exists because I was randomly inspired, and I'd like to apologize if it's a little rusty, I always have to get in "character" when I write this story lol. I am soo excited for next chapter, I think it's going to surprise you hehe. PLS PLS imagine that airport look from Mingi when reading this chapter, the pics from the moodboard, you'll see during which part! I also have a very small surprise at the end of this chapter hehe. I hope the time jumps aren't too confusing:(( Please, listen to the song called You before or while reading! Enough yapping, I hope you enjoy and leave feedback! (Taglist is always open for those interested! ^^)

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Later that day

I hate him: hey…just checking in that I got home safely what are u up to?

I blinked, fingers tightening around my phone before I locked it, leaving the message on unread. My mother’s shuffling outside my door caught my attention, bringing a smile onto my lips as I watched her struggle while bringing all the dirty laundry to the bathroom. Then, I got off my bed to go help her.

Friday (11:30 am)

I hate him: i see u still haven’t checked my message… nothing too worrisome u certainly know how to make a man yearn for you lol that was a joke…dont freak out on me pls (lowkey true tho)

Friday (12:50 pm)

I hate him: lol, wooyoung has been bitching about seulgi’s professor for half an hour now mr. kwon u know him? i mean…i suppose he also teaches u i should take a sneaky video for u…wooyoung looks like a clown hanging upside down my bed and pouting like a damn child too (dont say im also one, thanks)

Friday (15:26 pm)

I hate him: well…ik my messages are going through so uh… why tf are u ignoring me???! *cries and dies in loneliness* entertain me dollll!!! im so bored pls oh…u said u had an important assignment…i bet u’re busy with that sorry for spamming u (text back tho when u’re done, im dying here…wooyoung is with seulgi and so is seonghwa with hongjoong…the single life sucks, bestie…lets be single and depressed together<3)

My jaw clenched as I heaved a long sigh, falling back on my bed as the sun shone brightly through my open window, the light breeze making me shiver as I only wore a t-shirt and sweats. Autumn was slowly turning into winter; the weather wasn’t so warm anymore. I threw another look at my phone, unlocked it, and stared at the received messages from Mingi for a second before finally deciding to delete them from my notification center, rolling over in bed to muffle a frustrated scream into my soft, and purple, pillow.

            Saturday (9:09 am)

I hate him: i had the weirdest dream and im not even sure i want to tell u about it LOL but uh…a grisly was chasing me??? and then u appeared on a fucking white horse like a prince LOL and threatened to like…slay it if it didnt leave me alone??? honestly…what a slay, bestie good morning, btw, doll hope u had a better night’s sleep than me (and dreamed of me ehehehe)

            Saturday (17:40 pm)

I hate him: i cant believe i allowed myself to be fooled like this back in highschool yuyu and i used to play baseball for shits and giggles and hongjoong (that rich prick) rented a whole ass baseball field for us for the afternoon and let us play with some of his (rich af) friends and uh… i think i wont be able to walk straight for another week with how much running i did… hongjoong kept scoring homeruns…i wish yuyu was here to kick his loser ass (dont tell hwa or hong i said that PLS) yo doll…everything’s alright with u? uh u…really havent answered me since… yk…i stayed over and waited for the rain to stop… have i done something wrong?

I sighed and put my phone on ‘do not disturb’, suddenly having lost all of my appetite as I forced the rest of the lettuce down my throat. My mother was sipping her kiwi and apple smoothie, eyes narrowed as she muttered to herself while trying to memorize the recipe of a dessert for later. Desserts were never her forte, unfortunately.

“Is it Seulgi?” She asked absentmindedly as I took a large gulp of my own smoothie, staring down at my salad, steak pushed to the side in my plate.

“Huh?” I asked distracted, eyes still glued to the dark screen of my phone.

“Texting you, your phone keeps buzzing, my starlight.” I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but didn’t bother to comment on it. I took a peek at my mother and her eyes were narrowed at me already, video on YouTube paused. Fuck, I had to answer her now or else she’d pester me all day long. And that would be a nightmare.

“Yeah, it’s Seulgi.” I lied, trying to make my voice sound convincing.

“Well, answer her then, don’t be rude.” My mother chastised me, pressing play on her video again, pursing her lips as she shook her head at whatever the man baking was saying.

“Later.” I whispered, biting my lower lip as my eyes remained glued to my phone, stomach clenching and heart dropping.

But I couldn’t.

            Sunday (1:01 am)

I hate him: …you’re ignoring me, arent u? im sorry, y/n, i dont know what i did wrong, but we can talk about it we’re friends, after all…right?

『When you came along, I knew what was wrong

If you want to know exactly what I've missed』

            Monday (present time)

            It truly would have been a missed opportunity if Seulgi and I wouldn’t have grabbed coffee and went to sit in our usual spot in the back garden. The campus of our University was huge and that was perfect, because it meant people migrated and didn’t stay in one spot for long—at least long enough to irritate me to no end. Last week deemed to be rather rough, and I still didn’t feel like completely myself. To be honest, I thought about staying home today—and for the rest of the week—but I couldn’t afford missing any of my classes as exam period was slowly nearing, and so, I had to force my ass out of the house this morning before my mother could come and nag me about my weirdly unusual broody mood that has been going on for the past few days.

I hummed as I took a sip of my sweet coffee, enjoying the taste of warm caramel as Seulgi sighed loudly next to me, both hands cupped around her own coffee cup. The scent of cinnamon wafted from her cup and I scrunched up my nose, not too fond of the ingredient’s smell. Our classes started early in the morning today and we’d be here for at least four more hours, caffeine seemed like our only hope to stay awake and aware at this point. Given the fact that my baffling thoughts kept me up all night yesterday, I felt grateful that I was still on my feet at two o’clock at noon. As Seulgi fidgeted again, I chuckled and finally turned my head to look at her. She had a sheepish look on her face, and I tried not to laugh as I knew she was bursting to tell me all about her date with Wooyoung on Saturday.

“Well,” I started as I took a sip of my coffee, prolonging the suspense for her, “how did your date go?”

“It was amazing!” I had barely finished asking as Seulgi exclaimed, her cheeks turning rosy—and it wasn’t due to the cold air, “Wooyoung is—everything I thought he would be. He’s sweet and up for anything, he makes me laugh until I feel like passing out, and there’s just never a dull moment with him, you know?”

“One would expect that from him.” I muttered against my cup, laughing as Seulgi nudged my side, not looking too happy with my comment, “Oh, come on, it would be hard for Wooyoung to be different than the way he mostly presents himself; don’t you think?”

Seulgi grumbled something against her cup as she lightly bit into the carton, shooting me a pointed stare, “Well, yes, but…he makes me happy. Treats me well and all that, you know, he’s the perfect embodiment of what a boyfriend should be like.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” I teased with a smirk, wriggling my eyebrows at my best friend as her cheeks flushed an even darker color as she bit her lower lip, trying to mask the huge grin expanding on her lips. But as soon as I started giggling, Seulgi also broke out in a fit of giggles, hiding herself behind her wavy hair, pressing her cup of coffee against her face.

“God, I’m so down bad for him, Y/N, I don’t think you’d understand.” She mused, voice airy as she threw her head back, leaning back against the back of the bench. I chuckled and took another sip of my drink.

“Maybe I’d do.” I muttered, memories of my relationship with Yunho resurfacing. Thankfully, however, I managed to repress them as quickly as they came. They didn’t feel so gut-wrenching anymore, and to my surprise, didn’t leave a bitter taste in its wake either. What has changed? Certainly—certainly getting closer to his best friend didn’t influence the way I feel about Yunho, right? Right.

“So,” I glanced at Seulgi from the corner of my eyes as she swung her legs, looking down at her feet in the process, “how are you?”

“Fine, why?” I asked confused, angling my body to face Seulgi better.

“You’ve been…distant the whole weekend. I could barely reach you.” Seulgi’s voice sounded small and I gulped, feeling bad for making her worry about me, “You know…the last time you pulled away and disappeared, it was bad.”

“I promise you I am doing completely fine, Seulgi, you’d be the first person to know if I was in a bad headspace again, alright?” I reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Seulgi sighed and then raised her head to look at me, lips pulled into a thin line.

“Promise?”

“Of course, I promise.” I smiled at her warmly and she hummed in contentment, squeezing my hand back as she took a sip of her coffee. I followed suit before removing my hand from hers to fiddle with my half empty cup, “I’m just dealing with some things right now. I think I’m confused.”

“About what?” Seulgi asked curiously, leaning closer as I continued to avoid eye contact with her.

“I’ll tell you once I have my thoughts sorted about it.” I chuckled, making Seulgi roll her eyes in displeasure.

“You know, I tell you absolutely everything about myself and how I fell, and you always shut me out and tell me how you felt about a situation when it’s been over for years.” Seulgi pouted, narrowing her eyes at me, “How’s that fair, Y/N?”

“Hey, we work differently, don’t try to guilt trip me now.” I chuckled and took a sip of my coffee, making Seulgi roll her eyes, “Anyways, what did you do on your date with Wooyoung?”

“We went to the cinema,” Seulgi’s face lit up once again, grinning from ear to ear, “He bought me roses, a big bouquet. And after the movie we went for a walk and ended up stargazing in his cabriolet. It was really romantic.”

I smiled, feeling happy for my friend, she deserved someone like Wooyoung, “That actually sounds really amazing…and romantic.”

“Oh, my God, are you really Y/N? Where is my friend that hates anything that has to do with romance, cute stuff, and love?!” Seulgi’s shocked face was mocking and I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I leaned back against the back of the bench.

“I don’t hate it, I’m just not a huge fan of all of those things, okay?!” I shrugged, letting my arms fall from my chest as I pushed them inside my coat’s pockets.

“Who’s the culprit?” When I raised my eyebrows at Seulgi, a sign that I didn’t understand her question, she chuckled and leaned closer, “Who’s the man that’s changing your views on life, huh?”

“Man?” I asked with a scoff, giving Seulgi a deadpanned expression, “Does it always have to be about a man? Can’t it be just the fact that I had a change of mind?”

“Sure, because of someone.” Seulgi had a smug look on her face, acting as if she won the argument. But there was no argument here and she had no idea what she was talking about.

“Whatever—” But I got cut off as her phone dinged loudly. Seulgi, very comically, scrambled to reach for her phone and as she opened it up, a wide grin stretched onto her lips. It didn’t take two braincells to realize who had texted her, and thus, I chuckled and turned my head. I sipped my coffee, taking in my environment while Seulgi answered her boyfriend, giggling quietly every now and then.

The campus was finally silent and not as busy as it usually was in the early morning hours. The cold weather also helped in keeping the garden a little quieter as most people preferred to stay inside the warm corridors and classrooms. But the chilly air was good, it soothed my nerves and erased thoughts that weren’t productive. Similar to that, were the emotions that I didn’t want to deal with again, like the guilt that’s never left me ever since Mingi walked out of my house wearing Yunho’s old clothes. It felt wrong letting him take them without knowing the truth about them, but I didn’t feel ready to tell him yet about the truth. I was scared, surprisingly, of what he’d think of me once he found out about Yunho and I. I was scared that—he’d walk away, like Yunho had once done. And that was a very frightening thought. But when had I become so attached to Mingi? When has Mingi managed to infiltrate himself so thoroughly in my life, that the thought of completely losing him became scary? And why was I taking the past few days so badly? It’s not like we were as close as Seulgi and I, or him and Seonghwa and Wooyoung, yet, ignoring him felt like the wrong move to do. However, the reasoning I always circled back to was the fact that I needed space. I had to clear my mind, to find the purpose of this whole friendship that’s been blooming between us, and to make sense of everything. I had to figure out first why Yunho barely scraped my thoughts now, and why was it was Mingi who I found myself thinking of so often. In case you were wondering, no, I still haven’t found the reason, and it was becoming frustrating quite quickly. That near kiss was a—mistake. Yet, it could have been so much worse—it could have been a real kiss. And a real kiss would have ruined everything. I didn’t want to open up to anyone just yet, not when the memories of Yunho still haunted me in my dreams and drawings. Drawings that now more often than not consisted of Song Mingi.

And to my horror, the flipping of paper sheets is what alerted me back to my surroundings as I had been lost in my thoughts, oblivious to Seulgi putting her phone down and grabbing my sketchbook that lay between the two of us on the bench. As I turned my head, my eyes widened as Seulgi’s expression held surprise but amusement as well. She chuckled as she looked up, making eye contact with me. I lunged forward in an instant, trying to take my sketchbook out of her hands, but she leaned back and away, putting it behind herself.

“Bitch, I’m not the only one who’s down bad for a man.” She said with a laugh, making me groan as I gave up trying to snatch my sketchbook back from her.

“I’m not down bad for a man, Seulgi, stop this non-sense.” I hissed, cheeks burning in embarrassment as she kept flipping through my drawings.

“Please,” She scoffed, turning my sketchbook around and making me grimace as I came face to face with an exact replica of Mingi, sitting in his chair, at his studio that one time he invited me inside, “Who the fuck draws so many drawings of one single person if they aren’t in love with them—”

“I’m not in love with Mingi, stop it!” I exclaimed, heart beating fast as Seulgi raised her eyebrows at me, looking unimpressed, “Don’t ever again say that, Seulgi.”

“Okay, calm down, whatever. You’re not in love with Mingi.” She chuckled, closing my sketchbook but she didn’t hand it back yet, “But let’s face it, Y/N, you have a thing for Mingi. It’s super freaking obvious even without the drawings.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed and finally snatched the sketchbook out of her hands, clutching it to my chest. I knew bringing this along today would turn out to be a mistake, and here I was, facing the repercussions of my actions.

“There’s this glint in your eyes whenever you look at him—”

“Yeah, it’s called dislike.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“And I see how you struggle to refrain yourself from smiling when you’re around him—”

“Bitch, be for real, Mingi and I aren’t even often together around you for you to notice that.” I scoffed, completely appealed by whatever absurd claims my best friend was making.

“So you’re not denying it—would it really be so bad if you liked Mingi?” But Seulgi ignored all my interruption as she raised her eyebrows at me, smiling softly, “He’s a nice guy. Very well-mannered and with a big, and good heart. Wooyoung loves him a lot and is always worrying about him. He says Mingi hasn’t been the same ever since his best friend moved away for college—”

“Mingi is Yunho’s best friend!” I blurted out before I could stop myself, finally feeling like a stone was taken off my chest as I bit my lower lip, averting my eyes from Seulgi’s shocked expression, “Mingi is the best friend Yunho had always talked so much about while we were together. I—do you understand why it would be so bad if I ended up liking Mingi?”

“Y/N,” Seulgi whispered, eyebrows furrowed, “for how long have you know?”

“Long enough.” I muttered before clearing my throat, “So please understand that I’m not ready for whatever the hell me drawing all those sketches of Mingi could mean. A month ago I was close to bursting out crying even at the thought of Yunho, and now I fail to remember his existence on my best days.”

When I dared take a peek at Seulgi, she was smiling softly, almost proudly, “Fine, I’ll pester you about this later on, when you’ve figured things out, but until then—you can’t deny Mingi isn’t hot—”

“Can we stop talking about Min—”

“Hi, girls!” I jumped in fright at the overly excited and shrill greeting as both Seulgi and I turned our heads to be met with…Wooyoung and Mingi. Speak of the devil. Suddenly, there was a lump in my throat, and my heart started beating just a little bit faster as my eyes fell on Mingi’s tall form. It didn’t help that underneath his coat he was wearing Yunho’s sweater—the one I had given him.

“Hi.” Seulgi giggled as Wooyoung leaned down to press a kiss against her cheek, the two looking sickly in love. It was actually endearing, but I’d never admit it out loud for my own sake as I knew I’d get teased about it by Seulgi. I averted my eyes from Wooyoung and Seulgi as they were muttering things to each other, and so, had no choice but to look up at Mingi, who looked—expressionless. Something in my stomach dropped at his cold demeanor, and it was worse that I wanted to assume it was my fault that he looked like that. But just as I was about to look away, he cracked the tiniest smile ever, and I exhaled, licking my lips.

“Hi.” My voice was small as I gulped, eyes trans-fixated on the tall man as his smile became just a little wider. I don’t think I had the power to ignore him anymore, not when he was standing right in front of me, looking like he wished to be anywhere but here.

“Hi, Y/N.” Having not heard his voice in days, it sounded even deeper and raspier than usually, making butterflies erupt in my stomach as my grip tightened around my sketchbook. I felt a little awkward, perhaps even tense, as Mingi didn’t say anything else, just continued gazing down at me with his sharp dark brown eyes boring into my own. I had so many things that I could’ve said to him, but I felt tongue tied. I didn’t know what would be the right way to approach him after I ignored him for so many days. Would he understand? Is he mad at me now? Does he hate me now? Will he forgive me—

“Okay,” Wooyoung chuckled, syllable drawn out and sounding amused, “I feel like I’m interrupting something here, yet they are basically just staring at each other.”

“You’re right.” Seulgi giggled, and I finally looked away from Mingi, throwing a glare at my best friend as she had leaned into Wooyoung’s side, who stood next to the bench and her.

“Shush, you two.” Mingi beat me to telling the two love-birds off, and I couldn’t help but smile, “Don’t poke your nose where it doesn’t belong to.”

“Look who’s lecturing me about poking my nose where it doesn’t belong to—”

“Wooyoung.” Mingi’s tone held a warning, and it made Wooyoung giggle as he leaned down and pressed a fat kiss against Seulgi’s cheek—again—making her push him away playfully.

“We’re headed to class, are you coming over later?” Wooyoung smiled down at his girlfriend, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Maybe, if I get to finish my project.” Seulgi said with a pout and Wooyoung hummed, leaning down to press a kiss against her lips this time around. I averted my eyes, not a fan of seeing couples kiss, only to catch Mingi already looking at me. He was expressionless once again, but he was fidgeting with his fingers, looking almost nervous. And as Wooyoung stood up straight and ruffled Seulgi’s hair affectionately, Mingi took a deep breath.

“Will you come to Outlaw this Friday?” He asked in a rush, sounding almost reluctant as his eyebrows furrowed slightly and he chewed on his lower lip. To my horror, I found my eyes fixated on his plush mouth and I gulped before I quickly averted my eyes, praying that nobody caught it.

“Yes.” I answered before Seulgi could, and nodded, smiling a little bit, “I won’t miss it.”

A beautiful smile spread on Mingi’s lips and he nodded once, looking too happy for something so little. I don’t think I’ll understand anytime soon why he gets so excited and happy when I listen to his songs or watch him perform. I’m no expert when it comes to music, my feedback is merely amateur and I’m not even a fan of his band yet.

“Cool, see you then.” And Mingi didn’t wait for Wooyoung as he turned around and walked away, steps hurried. I didn’t miss the confused glance Wooyoung and Seulgi shared before Wooyoung was off, chasing after his best friend. And maybe I would be soon able to make sense of my thoughts and feelings around Mingi, figure out what they meant and why they felt so real at times.

            Monday (16:58 pm)

I hate him: hi Me: hi I hate him: would it be a lot if i asked to meet u tomorrow? Me: no, im free in the afternoon I hate him: cool, me too so uh…we can hang out in my studio? Me: or we can go to that new café with pottery I hate him: really? Me: u did say u wanted us to go… I hate him: i certainly said so i’ll pick u up around 4 Me: u don’t have to i’ll meet you there I hate him: come on, y/n…let me drive u Me: u’ve driven me around too many times by now i’ll meet u there and that’s final. I hate him: okay, boss, see ya there Me: :))

            Getting here before four o’clock and having to wait in front of the cute café had no business being this nerve-wrecking. Yeah, Mingi hasn’t shown up yet—but perhaps that’s because there were still ten minutes until it’d be four—and I knew I had no reason to think he’d bail on me, but we hadn’t spoken since yesterday, when he had asked me if we could hang out. And so, waiting for him shouldn’t have had me breaking out in a sweat despite the cold weather, making me bite my lower lip harshly as I tried to smooth down the wool, green, brown, and beige patterned coat I was wearing. First of all, why the hell would I be so nervous about meeting up with Mingi alone at this cute café? He probably wanted to talk about that near kiss, and once we had that cleared, things would go back to normal—right?!

And maybe that was the reason which made me want to vomit on the sidewalk, the thought that I knew Mingi would demand answers—answers that I wasn’t yet ready to hand out. Why did I even agree to this? Because I missed him? I should have just stayed at home and done the project I’ve been procrastinating on—again. But when I heard the rumble of Mingi’s old Honda’s engine, I knew there was no turning back, catching the bus and running home to hide underneath my blanket.

As Mingi took his time to parallel park, I took a deep breath and gripped onto the strap of my tote bag harder, looking down at myself. My apricot orange sneakers matched the color of my blouse, the top two buttons out of five undone, but not showing too much skin. My blouse was tucked inside my washed out high waisted mom jeans, the black belt matching the color of my tote bag—I know black isn’t a color, I’m an arts major after all. My hair was pulled in a low ponytail just to prevent the wind from blowing it in my face, and I was thankful that I chose my wool coat as it kept me warm enough. I have opted to wear quite a few rings today, and because my neck felt too exposed, I decorated it with three necklaces of different length. I gulped hard one last time as Mingi got out of his car and took a few seconds until he managed to lock it. However, those few seconds were exactly what I needed to prepare myself to not pass out at the full sight of him.

Mingi, in true fashion to him, wore all black, except for his jeans that were a very dark shade of blue, almost black too. His turtleneck was tucked inside his jeans, a black coat with a hood keeping him warm from the cold late autumn weather. It almost made me smile upon seeing his own tote bag, black, and funnily matching mine. Except that his was plain, while mine had Claude Monet’s Water-Lily Pond painting painted on it, done by none other than yours truly, me. Mingi’s eyes were concealed by black sunglasses, and I snorted as he almost splashed himself up by stepping a little too enthusiastically into a big puddle. Two necklaces hung around his neck, reaching down his chest. A very obvious and sturdy silver cross necklace, and another longer chain that had pearls scarcely strung on it.  And in true Song Mingi fashion, his rings weren’t missing, only two of his nails painted black on each hand, almost as if he didn’t have time to finish doing them. My heart racing in my chest so fast just at the mere sight of him, certainly wasn’t healthy, right?

“Hi!” I squeaked out and wished to burry myself instantly as Mingi chuckled, a very charming smile spreading onto his lips. It was a little annoying that I couldn’t see his eyes, forced to stare at his plush lips instead—let’s be real, nobody forced me, I did it because I couldn’t help myself, “The sun is quite blinding today, isn’t it?”

And of course, in good old fashion, my mouth worked before my brain would agree to saying something out loud, and my cheeks were burning as I knew Mingi saw me look at his lips. I had to divert the attention somehow, and teasing him was my best method, actually. It always worked.  

“I’m trying to make a fashion statement,” Mingi grinned as he gripped the sunglasses and took them off in a very unnaturally hot way, “but hello to you too.”

“No need for a fashion statement when it’s just the two of us,” I narrowed my eyes, finding Mingi’s hair very soft and fluffy looking, almost as if he had recently washed it, and it wasn’t completely dry, “I’m not one of your fans.”

“Pity,” Mingi hummed, stepping slightly closer to me, “I thought I might just finally wove you.”

I scoffed, and as I was about to tell him off, he grabbed my tote bag and pulled me after himself, headed for the entrance of the café, “Did you have to wait long for me? Traffic was busier today, I had to take a few detours to get here in time.”

“Don’t worry,” I smiled as he opened the door for me and let me walk inside first, “I only waited half an hour for you to arrive, runway princess.”

“Runway princess?!” Mingi’s eyes bulged for a second before he started laughing loudly, making a few customers glance our way as we made it inside the café. I elbowed him in the stomach gently, not too keen of having people glare at us as he disturbed their peace.

“Don’t like the nickname?” I asked with a raised brow as we neared the front desk. The cashier had a friendly smile on her face while she greeted us as Mingi and I looked up at the menu, trying to decide what we’d like to have.

“Never said that,” Mingi answered with a chuckle as he threw me a quick glance, “it’s just surprising coming from you.”

“Why, can’t I call you a princess?” I chuckled, turning to face the cashier as I have made up my mind about what I’d like to have.

“Up until now you seemed to prefer the term ‘bro’, but I’m fine with whatever you decide on calling me, doll.” The look the cashier gave us made my cheeks flame up and I cleared my throat loudly, shooting Mingi a look that told him to shut up.

“Sorry about that,” I muttered embarrassed, smiling at the cashier, “can I get a strawberry cheesecake?”

“Sure, right away, and you, sir?” Her attention was on Mingi now, cheeks flushing the longer she looked at him. Okay, I could totally understand why. Mingi looked quite good right now, it was hard not to ogle him.

“A mint-chocolate cheesecake and a cappuccino?” Mingi hummed, eyebrows furrowed in thought as he looked down at the cashier.

“Plain cappuccino or with vanilla?” The cashier typed in our orders as she asked Mingi, averting her eyes shyly once he looked at her, pursing his lips.

“Plain,” He decided at last, turning to look at me, “are you not getting anything to drink?”

“An orange fresh will be alright.” I said as I reached inside my bag to fish around for my wallet.

“And would you also like to paint some pottery?” The cashier asked, pointing behind herself at all the displayed options. Mingi and I shared a look and I smiled as I nodded at him, making him grin from ear to ear.

“Yeah, we’ll paint some pottery too. Can I have a cup?” He asked, pointing at one on the higher shelf. It was a smaller cup, specifically made for drinking coffee. The cashier nodded and then looked at me expectantly.

“Uh, a mug will do for me.” I said and thanked her once she handed us the pottery and the paint that was used for painting these. Then, she tapped a few more on her tablet and told us the total. I opened my wallet to pay for my purchase, but Mingi had a card in his hands, the cashier already typing in the total sum for him to pay.

“Mingi,” I hissed quietly, looking at him with a frown, “what are you doing?”

“It was my idea to come here—”

“No, it wasn’t.” I cut him off, fingers curling into the scratchy fabric of his coat as I reached out to hold it, “I suggested we come here instead of going to your studio.”

Mingi sighed and pocketed his card, already having paid, then turned his body to face mine. I didn’t let go of his coat just yet, “Yeah, but when I drove you home during that downpour I asked you if you’d come here with me. So technically, it was my idea. Initially, anyways, it really was.”

“Mingi—” I started, but soon swallowed my words as he stepped closer, invading my personal space. My fingers tightened more into his coat and I gulped, suddenly feeling nervous due to our proximity. He faintly smelled of vanilla, it was a fragrance I didn’t except to smell on him.

“Can you not fight me on this one, please?” Mingi’s eyebrows slightly furrowed and his eyes softened up and I—struggled to breathe for a second as I stared up in his pleading eyes, mouth going dry. He looked—adorable like this, and I did not like the way I felt myself getting lost in his soft gaze.

“Let’s find a table.” I muttered, forcing myself out of the trance he placed on me, and grabbed my mug and the painting supplies. Mingi followed suit as he took his own cup and followed after me closely. We walked further inside the café and found a smaller table in the next room, closer towards the window. The walls were painted a faint orange and were decorated by white stripes that created abstract shapes. The chandeliers were white and hung low, the place well-lit for those who wished to paint pottery.

I placed the things in my hands on the table carefully, and then discarded my coat on the back of my chair and my tote bag by the leg of the table, pulling my chair out for myself. Mingi followed suit, however, he managed to almost send his cup tumbling to the floor when he took his seat. His eyes were wide as he just barely caught the cup, and I giggled as I watched him while opening the box that held all the paint. Thankfully, the table was spacious enough to harbor both our pottery and paints as the cashier brought out our delicacies. She threw Mingi a lasting look before she hurried back to the front desk, glancing our way at times.

“This is going to be a tough one.” Mingi said before scooping up a bit of his cheesecake with his little spoon.

“Why?” I asked with a chuckle, choosing a thin brush to start painting some flowers on my mug. My cheesecake could wait.

“Because I’m literally sat at a table with an arts major, having to decorate some cup by painting.” Mingi sounded stressed and I chuckled as I looked up at him, amused by his expression. His hair fell in his eyes a bit, and I found myself absentmindedly reaching over the table to brush it to the side. Almost as if realizing at the same time what I had done, we both froze. It felt like time stilled around us as I watched Mingi with a gaping mouth, slowly but surely, my cheeks becoming the color of a fire hydrant. But Mingi wasn’t better off as he bit his bottom lip, averting his eyes shyly as his cheeks turned the faint color of pink. Clearing my throat and accidentally choking as I hastily pulled my hand back, I averted my eyes and fought for my life to not choke. Thank God the orange juice was right there, I quickly took three large gulps.

“Th—thanks.” Mingi stuttered, staring at the table as he licked his lips, “Uh, it’s gotten long, my hair, I mean, I have to cut it when I get the time.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, grabbing my mug and chewing on my bottom lip in embarrassment—God, could the Earth swallow me up right now? Why the hell did I do that?! “Yeah.”

“Do you think I should change it up a little?” I paused as I had dipped my brush in red paint, and slowly looked up at Mingi, “Do something fun with it—like going blonde?”

“I hate blonde hair.” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Nice one, idiot. Yunho was blonde while we were together, and thus, yeah, I’ve hated blondes ever since. And to be fair—and this is not me shitting on my ex—but that hair color did not suit Yunho at all.

“Oh, noted.” Mingi whispered, pouting a little. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, hating myself for the weird atmosphere I have created.

“Mingi, you can do whatever you want with your hair.” I spoke up, leaning down to try and look him in the eyes as he was busy staring at the table, “My opinion shouldn’t matter. It’s your hair. Go crazy with it, have fun, try out something new. Really.”

“But do you think it would suit me?” Mingi was still pouting as he finally looked up at me, looking quite crestfallen. My eyebrows furrowed and I tried to imagine him with blonde hair. He was quite blessed with his skin complex as most colors looked good on him, but perhaps I preferred Mingi with dark hair—black hair, more specifically. Like he had it right now. He looked—good. Handsome, even. Completely gorgeous. Fuck.

“I think it would suit you.” I settled on saying that. He didn’t have to know my train of thought, like at all. Mingi hummed in appreciation, and I watched as he reached inside his tote bag, pulling out a case that held his glasses. He took it out of the case and put it on, pushing it up on the bridge of his nose. He grinned when he looked at me and I chuckled, shaking my head as I looked down at my mug, finally starting to decorate it.

“There goes the cool, mysterious, hot celebrity act.” I teased under my breath, not expecting Mingi to hear me. But he did, and he started laughing, giving me a cheeky grin.

“Not quite a celebrity yet, but at least you admit I am hot.” Of course he was smirking as I gave him a deadpanned look, about to argue him on his statement, but he didn’t let me as he continued talking, “By the way, let’s exchange our cups when we are done. The mug will be mine and the cup will be yours.”

I tried to fight the smile off my lips, “So that you get the artwork of a talented artist for free to sell for an outrageous price later on when I’m famous?”

“I fear you have misjudged my character, doll.” Mingi’s eyes narrowed playfully, but there was truth to his words. I might just have misjudged his character.

“I still think you’re arrogant and selfish.”

“Of course you do, didn’t except anything less from you.” Mingi winked and then looked down, his cheesecake forgotten as he started decorating his cup, tongue just barely sticking out as he concentrated hard on whatever he had in mind to paint onto the cup. I chuckled and shook my head before focusing on my own mug, the silence that’s settle around us comfortable, as always.

            Mingi and I were the quietest table in the café as we worked in silence diligently in, painting our own pottery. Mingi, at times, would hum along quietly to the songs that were played on the radio. Despite his cup being smaller and easier to paint, I finished painting mine before him, and so, I took the time to savor my cheesecake even if it had gotten warm and a little too soft. Mingi was hunched over in his seat, glasses low on the bridge of his long nose, with his full lips either pursed or with the bottom one bitten as his eyebrows would furrow every time he almost made a mistake. It was a funny sight, and I grabbed my phone without thinking much, and snapped a few pictures of him, leaning lower and even closer to his face to get the funny angles, all while Mingi remained oblivious to it. I chuckled as I looked at the pictures I had taken of him, looking at him when I felt eyes on me.

“What’s so funny?” He asked curiously, eyeing my phone for a second.

“You.” I chuckled and stuck my tongue out as Mingi rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair as he heaved a long sigh.

“I’m finally done.” He grinned and I looked down at his cup, taking in the yellow chicks he had painted quite—clumsily. Well, not all of us had the skills of a painter—not that it was an issue or anything—it’s just that it’s been long since I had seen someone have the skills of a—kindergartner, “It’s pretty sick, huh?”

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from giggling and nodded with my eyebrows furrowed, “I’d give it a seventy out of a hundred mark.”

“Hey! That’s too low!” Mingi said, looking offended. I chuckled before shrugging.

“You’ll have to work on your skills for a higher mark.”

“Fine, next time you come to the studio, I’ll make you sing.” Mingi raised his eyebrows, making me narrow my eyes at him playfully.

“Oh, I didn’t know we are in a competition.”

“We weren’t, until now.” He winked and then stood, grabbing my mug and his own cup carefully as he took it to the front desk for drying. I gathered the items we had used to paint the pottery with to place them back in the box, and couldn’t help it but sneak a glance at Mingi. He was leaned up against the front counter, grinning widely at the cashier as she spoke to him, using her hands for big gestures as she was probably explaining something. My eyes narrowed as Mingi leaned slightly closer to her, only to detach himself from the front desk and walk back towards our table. I looked away and busied myself with my glass of orange juice.

“So, we’ll get them delivered to our houses once they are dry and all.” He said with a smile, sitting down, “I hope you don’t mind I gave her your address too.”

“I don’t.” I muttered, chewing on the straw for a second, “I didn’t think you’d know my address.”

“Well,” Mingi flattened his hands on the surface of the table, “I’ve been to your house twice now. I think it’s only right I remember your address, doll.”

“Right,” I muttered, “you’ve been to my house.”

Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed, and I figured he didn’t like the tone of my voice. But before I could correct myself and explain that I had nothing against that, he spoke up, “Y/N, I—I didn’t mean to scare you or—I don’t know—make you think that I want anything from you. I mean—we are friends, and I respect you as a woman and as a friend, and I know we almost—kissed. But I—I don’t want you to think that I’m playing some sort of game with you to get—to get in your pants. I’m your friend. And even if I wasn’t, I still wouldn’t do that to you.”

Hearing him say all that felt wrong. I didn’t deserve any explanation from him. I was the one that’s overreacted that day, and Mingi was the one that deserved an explanation and apology from me for the way I have acted. I knew I couldn’t completely open up to him right now, that some parts of the truth had to be omitted today, but he also deserved to know why I had pulled back. And I wanted him to understand that it wasn’t his fault for the way I reacted to everything.

“Mingi,” I offered him a small smile and gripped my empty glass for some support, “If you think you are the reason why I ignored you, please, stop thinking that. It’s—we both leaned in, okay? We were both about to kiss each other, it’s not like you initiated it or forced me to do something I didn’t want to. And nothing even happened, for God’s sake. I reacted that way because I—”

When I paused, Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned over the table, gently poking my hand with his ring clad fore-finger, “You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not comfortable sharing it, Y/N.”

“But I want you to know this, Mingi.” I averted my eyes and took a deep breath, embracing myself for what I was about to tell him, “I had a boyfriend back in high-school who completely broke my heart, shattered it into pieces. And I know that happened a long time ago, and yes, I am over him, but I—I am scared people will treat me like he had treated me. I’m scared that if I let you close, you’ll just—leave. Like he did. And I know ignoring you for days was very shitty of me and I shouldn’t have done that—because quite frankly, Mingi, you deserve better—I just didn’t know what to do. I needed a few days to myself, to figure things out. It’s a bad excuse, but it’s the truth, and I think you deserve to know it. Since we are friends.”

Mingi’s face conveyed no emotion for a few seconds and I gulped, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Did he figure it out now? That I was talking about Yunho? That maybe I have started feeling something for him too, for Mingi? Would he stand up and leave? But to my surprise, a wide smile stretched onto his lips and he hummed, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

“Thank you for trusting me, it means a lot that you told me all that.” I bit my bottom lip, looking down at the table abashedly, “And I was never mad at you for ignoring me. I completely understand you, Y/N, and for the record, I have zero intentions of leaving you. And your ex is a fucking asshole for breaking your heart like that, tell me who he is and I’ll beat him up when I cross paths with him.”

There was nothing funny about what Mingi had said, especially since he was talking about his best friend, but the comically tough look on his face made me snort loudly as I shielded my mouth with my hand, trying to stop myself from laughing too loudly. Mingi started grinning like an idiot, his giggles deep, and making something coil in my stomach. When has Song Mingi become adorable instead of annoying?

“I doubt you’d want to kick his ass once you find out who he is…” I grimaced once that was out of my mouth, regretting it instantly. What was it about today that I couldn’t keep my thoughts and mouth in check? It was turning really frustrating.

“So, you plan on telling me one day?” Mingi wriggled his eyebrows, making me snort, “Like real besties gossiping and shit.”

“You never fail to make me cringe when you call us besties, Mingi.” I shook my head, taking a glance at my wrist watch. Oh, the time had flown away, it was well past five now, and the sun was going down. I’d probably have to head home soon to have dinner with my mother. I was becoming hungry too.

“Well, that’s what we are so…” He cleared his throat before slowly standing up, making me look up at him, “Did you know today we’re celebrating the Festival of Light?”

“Nope, I had no idea.” I shook my head, standing up too as Mingi wore his coat, “I don’t follow the events our city organizes.”

“Pity, it’s really pretty.” Mingi pouted, waiting for me as I grabbed my tote bag and pocketed my phone, “Should we check it out?”

“I mean…maybe?” I shrugged and Mingi beckoned me over as he crossed his arm with mine, making me chuckle as I looked up at him. He wasn’t much taller than me, but his sneakers had a thick sole and they made him even taller, “Where is this festival held at?”

“Just down the street, at the Citadel.” Mingi smiled as he led the way out of the café, waving at the barista as she blushed again, making me chuckle as I subconsciously nuzzled up against Mingi’s side, the air chilly as the sun had set by now.

“That barista totally has a crush on you.” I found myself saying as we walked down the sidewalk, trying to avoid crashing into the people that came towards us. Yeah, there certainly was an event on-going in the city, otherwise you wouldn’t see so many people out and about around this time. Everyone preferred staying inside after the sun had set, not keen of the cold nights.

“You think so?” Mingi mused, bottom lip jutting out as he narrowly avoided a child that was running around, “I didn’t notice.”

“You must be really dense then.” I snorted, eyebrows furrowing as I looked up at him, “She was constantly blushing, and she was totally looking at you with hearts in her eyes.”

“How do you know when someone is looking at you with heart eyes?” Mingi’s question threw me off, and I detached myself from his side, clearing my throat as I looked ahead, pushing my hands in my pockets. He was warm, it made me realize as the cold bit at my skin now that I wasn’t nuzzled up by his side anymore.

“Well, they have this look in their eyes, you know? It’s warm, and soft, and it lasts.” I explained, feelings my cheeks heat up, “And their eyes always linger on you when you aren’t watching them. It’s like…puppy eyes, I suppose? I wouldn’t actually know, Mingi, nobody’s ever looked at me like that.”

When there was no response, I looked back to find Mingi looking at me intensely. My eyebrows furrowed as we have arrived to the Citadel, the gates open for the visitors of the festival. The place was packed, this wouldn’t be so fun anymore. I would’ve turned around and walked back home if I didn’t see how excited Mingi was when I agreed to come check it out.

“There’s lots of people here.” Mingi muttered, and then walked closer to me as I led the way inside, a little baffled by his reaction to my answer. I just merely gave an answer based on my beliefs. It was him that was acting weird now. But as I looked at him, I could see it in his eyes that he didn’t want to talk about this topic anymore, that he wanted us to drop the subject. His last comment was a way to veer the conversation in a different direction. What was it about us today making everything weird? I sighed and just walked further inside, trying to avoid the big crowd which seemed almost impossible as it stretched on and on. The Citadel, however, was beautiful as it was coated in darkness, only the little paper lamps and fairy lights illuminating the place. It had a certain aura to it, almost romantic, and I soon found myself smiling as we walked down the cobblestone path, still trying to avoid people and stick close to each other’s sides. The air was chilly but the walls of the Citadel did a great job at keeping the breeze out, and the crowd certainly kept the place warmer than it was outside the stone walls.

I found myself admiring the décor in wonder, my mouth hanging open as I took in all the little lamps placed down on the ground, following the cobblestone paths, illuminating our way. It was truly beautiful, it almost felt like the scene was taken out of a fairytale. I found myself filled with excitement and happiness as I turned to grin at Mingi.

“This is so beautiful!” I giggled, absentmindedly grabbing the sleeve of his coat and dragging him away from the path and into the dying grass as there was a panel covered with paper, and people were writing on it. Mingi remained silent, but as I searched around for a pen or pencil, I felt him watching me, “What, do you not want to write something?”

“If you manage to find a marker or pen, I will, sure.” He said with a shrug, adjusting the strap of his tote bag before he pushed his hands deep in his pockets. I chuckled and looked around for a marker, but it was hard to see it in the darkness whether they were laying around in the grass or not. To my surprise, a little girl standing next to me looked up at me with a small smile on her lips, and offered me her purple-coloured marker, saying she was done with her drawing. I thanked her with a chuckle and turned to face Mingi with a grin.

“I found one!” Mingi chuckled and took the marker from my hands, being able to reach high up where the paper was still empty, due to his height. The panel was illuminated from the inside so you could actually see what was written on the paper. I watched him as he wrote on the paper, hesitating for a second, before he stepped back and handed me the marker. I raised up on my tip toes curiously, and craned my neck to see what he’s written. ‘The moon is beautiful tonight.’

I felt a smile spread onto my lips as I looked back at Mingi, who’s expression was serious and almost sad-looking as he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his tall nose. I craned my neck back once more to gaze at the dark sky, at the moon, and indeed, there she was, beautiful and shining brightly. It was a new moon. Taking a swift glance at Mingi, I raised back on my tip toes and stood close to the panel, reaching up, just underneath Mingi’s writing. Thankfully, I could reach just bellow it, and I grinned as I quickly drew a new moon, adding a little shading to it and dents as well, creating the illusion of a real moon. Mingi remained silent as I took a step back, admiring our work. I handed the marker to another child as I fished my phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture quickly of our artwork.

“The moon turned out beautifully.” Mingi commented once we had stepped away from the panel to let others draw too, headed back onto the cobblestone path.

“Still, it’s not as beautiful as the real one, but I tried my best.” I chuckled as I crossed my arms in front of my chest for a second, avoiding a man as he wasn’t looking in front of himself as he raced down the path. Mingi threw him a displeased look before looking down at me.

“Your drawings and paintings are always beautiful, Y/N.” Mingi said and I found myself blushing, thankful that it was so dark he wouldn’t be able to see it. I uncrossed my arms and turned my body a little to face him. There was music coming from one path, the one which led to the southern part of the Citadel.

“Are you nervous about Friday?” I found myself asking him as Mingi veered us towards where the music was coming from. He looked at me for a second, and then shook his head.

“I’m rarely nervous when we have to perform.” He said nonchalantly, the back of his hand brushing lightly against mine. My heart did a somersault against my ribcage, but I ignored it.

“Oh, you’re such a cool guy.” I teased him with narrowed eyes, making Mingi chuckle.

“I rarely get nervous, to be honest, even less when it comes to performing.” He hummed, looking up at the dark sky for a second, “I trust myself and my bandmates that everything will go well, so, there’s no actual reason to feel nervous.”

“But I’ll be there on Friday, that still doesn’t make you feel nervous?” My question was meant to be teasing, part of our playful banter, but the way Mingi gulped and quickly averted his eyes told me that perhaps I hit the nail spot-on. Well, now I have turned things awkward again. I sighed loudly, chewing on my bottom lip as Mingi remained silent, the two of us walking down the narrow path as the music became louder as we were nearing the stage. Jazz music was playing, the lady who was singing had a powerful and smooth voice that carried over the crowd neatly. There were a few people dancing in the crowd.

“Perhaps having you there will make me nervous.” Mingi’s voice was barely above a whisper and I tensed when I felt his pinkie brush against my own, making me clench my hand into a fist. But a very quiet voice inside my head demanded me to accept Mingi’s subtle request, and willing my heart to stop hammering so hard in my chest, I relaxed my hand and slowly slipped it into Mingi’s. If he stopped walking for a milli-second, I didn’t say anything about it, and he also ignored it. His grip turned firm as he intertwined our fingers together, gently pulling me closer into his side as he smiled at a mother who apologised for his son almost running into us.

I gulped and kept my eyes ahead of me, too nervous to look at Mingi. Holding his hand like this meant nothing in particular, but it was a nice feeling. It made my cheeks warms and heart race. And I didn’t have to look at Mingi to know he was smiling like crazy, his cheeks just as red as mine as we came to a stop behind the dancing people.

Have I started falling for Song Mingi?

『It's you, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm just saying it's you, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

You, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

You're what I've been chasing

Show me where my days went』

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so...the festival of light scene was totally inspired by me and my bestie attending it in our city lol; it was sooo beautiful and the pictures in the moodboard were actually taken by us; also, her and I kept laughing about the romantic vibes we were getting, all in all, we had a nice time...and OFC we make everything about Ateez so :))

I wrote that LOL I'm like Mingi, tall enough to reach the top where people haven't scribbled onto yet lol

also, this is what y/n's outfit looks like for anyone wondering, except for the colors as they are the way I have described them in the scene ^^

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WIP PLAYLIST TAG

i was tagged by @magic-is-something-we-create thank you so much :3c

Rules: list at least 4 songs from your current WIP playlist or a writing playlist you’ve been using lately, and the lyrics that speak to you the most! Then tag 4 people (or as many songs as you listed).

i have a lot of scattered playlists for my wips, but if we’ll do paramour cuz that’s the most developed one lol. i’ll throw 4 songs on shuffle :3c

KING FOR A DAY — PIERCE THE VEIL

this is also definitely amon’s theme song

You told me think about it, well I did

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore

I'm tired of begging for the things that I want

I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

Imagine living like a king someday

A single night without a ghost in the walls

And if the bass shakes the earth underground

We'll start a new revolution now

ADIEU — RAMMSTEIN

Everyone dies alone (All alone)

But you will always be with us

LUCIA DI LAMMERMOOR ACT III SCENE 2

it’s hard to find a translation so i’ll just explain why this song is here: this is an opera based off of an italian novel where a woman is forced to marry a man she doesn’t want in order to improve her family’s fortunes and she ends up killing him. this scene is after she stabs her husband and imagines what it’d be like to be with her lover lmao. like lowkey is this not the plot of paramour 😭 except hya gets to be with his bae and doesn’t yknow. fall into madness hamlet style lolol. anyway the song is very beautiful and in general just fits the vibe of paramour both in actual plot/content and the sound so like if you’re chill with operas you should listen to this song lol

FANTASY — VIXX

Pain pain
I can be in more pain
Even if I get torn apart and cut by knives
I only need to have you
Your existence is heaven and hell

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[dejwritesarchived]

↠ characters: ran haitani, mentioned in story all the other bonten members.

↠ warning: heavy smut, praise kink, size kink, alcohol, drug usage, overstimulation, edging, virgin!reader, slight age gap, mention of fetishization,  this fic lowkey smut but with a plot !!

↠ pairings: ran haitani x [black fem coded] reader

↠ timeline: timeskip, doesn’t really follow anime/manga

↠ chapter summary: ran is invited to [y/n]’s place so she could sketch him, but he decides that the young woman should approach her project in the a different way.

↠ a/n: when i told you guys that this fic was going to be smut with a plot. i wasn’t lying. anyway, hope you guys enjoy this. remember to message me if you want to be tagged because i no longer use a tag form.

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RAN STARED AROUND THE FLAT, HIS FINGERS TRACING ALONGSIDE the sculptures that [Y/N] created. The scent of dried acrylic paint and a vanilla candle lingered his nostrils as he was giving himself a tour of the small apartment complex. His hands shoved into his black-colored slacks as he stared at the various paintings that decorated the place. Some of them finished, some of them incomplete. He could hear [Y/N] shuffling around trying to find her sketchbook. He would have thought that she would have multiple ones, but she mumbled along the lines that it was her favorite and lucky one.

“Finally, I found it. You’re ready?” She asked as she plopped down on one of the singular chairs in her living room.

Ran unbuttoned the jacket of the nicely tailored suit he wore. He sat down on the fusion-colored chair that sat in her living room. He watched as [Y/N] eyed him, a pencil in her hand and her book in her lap. She then let out a sigh, “You need to relax.” She says,

He let out a sigh. How could he relax when the events that were taking place that involved Bonten was causing him so much stress? He would spread his legs and arms to relax. “How long will this take?” He questioned, his violet-colored eyes stared at the woman across from him.

“It depends.” She speaks through the sound of her drawing and erasing.

“Depends on what?” Ran asked.

“If you stop talking or not,” [Y/N] responded as she looked up at him.

Ran chuckled as he stopped talking. He took in the features of the woman in front of him. The way her eyebrows crinkled together when she looked down to draw or the way her teeth grazed her lower lip in dedication. It was attractive.

It would be cliche for Ran to admit that the young woman lingered in his mind ever since she paid for his coffee. Perhaps it was the way when he mentioned the word sex; she got so flustered. She reeked of innocence.

“Are you going to sculpture me naked?” Ran asked, causing her to shoot her head up with a quickness.

That same bewildered look he got from her a couple days ago appeared on her face. “That’s the plan, but I just wanted to start with a sketch of your face and then work downward as you get comfortable with me drawing you in that matter.” [Y/N] explained.

“You don’t think I’m comfortable with this?” Ran asked.

“No.” She answered truthfully. “You’re still tense.”

“And you can tell that by?”

He watched as [Y/N] shrugged her shoulders. The man reached over to undo his tie a bit, letting out a sigh. “If you’re a sculptor, shouldn’t you be more hands on with your model?” He asked.

“I mean probably, but I can do well with just looking from afar.” [Y/N] said. “See.” She flipped her book over to show him the sketch she did of him.

He leaned forward to look, she indeed was good at what she did. “My point still stands, shouldn’t you be more hands on. I mean the sketch is nice and all.”

“I know what I’m doing,” [Y/N] huffed as she got up, she sat on the coffee table that was in front of the fusion colored Ran sat at. She needed to get a closer look of his facial features if she wanted the sculpture to be accurate.

“I didn’t say you didn’t. Just think you should approach this project in a different way,” Ran suggested.

“Who’s the artist here?” She questioned.

“And who’s the model you practically begged for?”

Her plump lip gloss covered lips gasped open, “I did not beg.” She says, “But I am open to hear your suggestion since you think you know everything.”

“Do you trust me?” Ran questioned as he undid his tie. Her eyes stared at him with so much confusion, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she searched for words to say.

“I mean, I let you into my space and you haven’t killed me yet,” [Y/N] answered, her shoulders shrugging at his words as she watched him tug the dark colored tie from around his neck.

“Okay then,” Ran simply said as he would motion for her to scoot closer.

She placed her pencil and book down and leaned forward. She looked up at him through her eyelashes with so much innocence. Prepared and eager for what he was about to. Ran brought the tie up to her eyes, he could feel her tense up just like she told him he was a couple minutes ago. When he was finishing tying the tie around her neck, he would place one hand on her shoulder. “Relax love, this is the different approach.” He admitted.

“How exactly will this help me?” [Y/N] questioned. Her hands gripped at the ends of the coffee table. Even though she was blind folded, she was facing Ran and seemed to move her head in his direction each time he spoke.

“You’ll see…well actually, you’ll feel.” He answered as he unbuttoned the button down shirt he wore. He neatly placed it on the other end of the couch, his bare chest now exposed for [Y/N] to touch.

“Feel?” [Y/N] questioned.

And that’s when he saw her knees click together and her head tilting in such a manner that caused Ran to just lean back and smirk. He had dug into his pockets to collect the pack of cigarettes and his lighter. He quickly lit it and placed the nicotine rolled object in between his lips. His dark and excited eyes stared at the woman in front of him who was placed in between his legs as she was using the coffee table as a chair.

“[Y/N], you’re a sculptor. Which means you’re most likely better with your hands, I’m sure the sketch is just to see where you’re at with your project. But just touch me. Feel me. You’ll get more familiar with my body more than staring at a sketch of me.” Ran admitted.

He watched as those lip gloss covered lips formed a straight line. Her hands were practically tugging at the wooden object below her. “And the eye covering is for?” She questioned.

“So you won’t get distracted while feeling me. AKA, stare at me and then get all flustered sweetheart. Are you uncomfortable with this? He asked.

She shook her head quickly. “Just relax okay?”

“Anything for you, gorgeous.”

“And stop with the names.” She adds as she inched closer.

Ran would smirk as he relaxed, head leaning back on the couch before he could feel her hands on his torso. He lifted his head up, getting a glance of her, her teeth biting on her lower lip as she timidly was feeling on his toned torso.

“Don’t be afraid [Y/N], I’m not going to bite,” Ran answered as he would watch her.

Her hands were feeling on his body and he could only exhale the toxins from the cigarette he was smoking. Her hands roamed his body as if she was trying not to break him. He would grab a hold of her hand guiding it across his body. He felt her tense up a bit, his lips curling in a smirk. “Relax.”

“Quite hard to do that when I’m blind folded and feeling on your bare body.” [Y/N] answered, “But I definitely understand the approach you suggested.”

He watched her lips form a smile. His lips parted to speak but his cellphone interrupted him. He glanced down to see that his brother was calling him. Ran let out a sigh and answered the phone. “I’m kinda busy right now, can't this thing wait.” Ran spat on the phone.

He watched as [Y/N] hands dropped to her side. “Fine, I’ll meet you guys. Give me ten minutes,” Ran says before hanging up. He watched [Y/N] smile disappear as he leaned over to untie his tie that was wrapped around her eyes. The two of them stared into each other's eyes searching for words to say.

“Can I just finish this sketch really quickly?” [Y/N] questioned, she picked up her sketchbook once more and looked at him. There wasn’t any space in between them as she was still sitting on the coffee table and he was still sitting on the couch.

“Fine,” He said. “You got five seconds.”

“Five?! That’s not fair,” [Y/N] said out loud as she was trying to sketch Ran’s eyes on the paper.

“Five.”

“You know that’s so shitty of you, only giving me five seconds.”

“Four.”

[Y/N] glanced up at him after putting her complaining to a halt. Seemed like the young artist didn’t notice how close the two of them were. Thighs touching and Ran seemed to inch closer to her due to him leaning forward. As Ran finally got to zero, he stood up tugging his shirt back on. He would sooner grab his jacket as [Y/N] was walking him to her front door.

“Here’s your tie.” [Y/N] extended her hand out to him, the tie that once was around her eyes was in her hand.

“Keep it, I have plenty.” He said as he left the apartment complex. His fingers combing through his hair as he left the artist in her doorway flustered as ever.

He was going to have plenty of fun with her.

[shotorozu]

you’re a closeted kpop fan

characters : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku

fic type : headcanons, [fluff, crack]

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral reader, your quirk is an overpowered quirk— but i barely mention it here so dw

notes : should i change my theme? i want to change it to a light academia / blue purple theme. but idk,,

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bakugou katsuki

you’re a twice stan in this (i haven’t been a once that long but.. the fancy era.)

you rather slurp 3 pairs of jeans through a straw than let bakugou know your music taste

and it’s so accidental too, you wouldn’t force your music taste on him

you know his music taste is.. the polar opposite as yours

he’d be a blackpink person, if he was a kpop fan before his discovery of your secret passion (and his bias would be jennie or rosé 🤠)

don’t get me wrong, twice isn’t just cutesy- no.

but he barges into your room while you’re blasting their newest comeback— i can’t stop me

(please, im in love with sana)

anyway, when he barged into your room, you scrambled to turn the speaker off

he’s lowkey offended that you feel the need to hide your music taste, it’s not serious..

but he shakes his head, and it kind of sounds like he recognises the song

so he sits on your bed, and you shuffle your twice playlist

it switches to fancy

he’s bopping to it

even bakugou can’t escape fancy.

“i like their songs. don’t hide your music taste from me, idiot.”

he doesn’t have a bias (he has you after all) BUT

he’d be the biggest chaeyoung-jihyo stan YOU CAN’T CAP

bias wrecker would be nayeon, because he saw the feel special music video and went 😳 ok now that’s attractive

kirishima caught him mumbling to feel special, and it became an inside joke in the bakusquad

he caught you eyeing leeknow from straykids, and he turned that shit off real quick

like,, to do that infront of HIM?? smh, he’s going to smother you with kisses

regarding dances, he’ll say no, but then do them so aggressively afterwards

i see bakugou dancing to tt very aggressively

you don’t ask him to buy you things— but he knows how much you want an album, or a twice lookbook/photocard collection

so he gets you one! though he rather not be caught buying one..

anything for you ✨

midoriya izuku

also a twice stan himself 😳

would kinda be a sana-nayeon stan (his bias wrecker would be dahyun)

you don’t hide it from him, but you don’t shove it in your face y’know

you’d be training with him, a song playing in the background

but this was your playlist, so it shuffled to signal

the biggest bop that everyone hates on :(

his mood gets all giddy because of this, i feel like signal would be one of his favorite songs

“Y/N!! you didn’t tell me you’re a once!”he’d say, excited.

you also stan red velvet and blackpink

(his bias would be joy in red velvet, and for blackpink— it would be lisa because yeah ✨)

he’ll bop with you, and this will kinda amaze the dekusquad— since they never really thought izuku liked kpop that way

it’ll annoy bakugou, hearing yes or yes for the 3rd time (izuku lowkey petty so he’ll be kinda smug behind baku’s back)

he’ll sing just one day by bts with you, but don’t expect it to not be broken af

you guys have a lot of fun, and he’ll practice dances with you

it’s a hit or miss..

regarding photo books, and photocards— he’ll get you those (you don’t ask for a lot, but he might accidentally get you more than you’ve bargained for)

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i do not own bnha/mha and its characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

don’t steal my work

[joshuas]

the playlist

♫ pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

♫ genre: college/university student!au, slice-of-life, crack (at the end, really), fluff

♫ word count: 1.4k

♫ warnings: Nil of note!

♫ prompt: #You made me a Christmas playlist but it's just Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas is you" and I can't tell if you're hitting on me or if it's a joke. - if anyone is aware of the owner (?) of the prompt, please let me know so that I can credit appropriately :)

♫ a/n: The first addition to my Christmas drabbles! Enjoy this lowkey chaotic fic!

♫ skz christmas drabbles: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |��6 | 7 | 8

[16:23] 10th Dec.

Entering the cafe your friend Chan was working at, you sighed contentedly, inhaling the smoky aroma of freshly ground coffee. “I need caffeine like right now.” You slumped against the counter dramatically. “Exams were that bad, huh?” He smiled sympathetically, starting up the espresso machine. “Not bad. Tiring, but not bad. I’m honestly just erasing any memory of them as we speak.” You sighed, propping your chin on your hands. “Well, regardless, I did make you something as a gift for completing those... things that you’re currently forgetting.” “You did? I mean you didn’t have to.” Your eyes lit up though, negating any attempt at masking your excitement and curiosity. “Okay, well I should clarify. It’s nothing big. My professor set us a task to make a playlist for someone, basically for the purpose of getting us to consider the audience that we’re making music for... so I chose you. Just think of it as something to relax to after a long week of exams.” He explained, tone slightly laced with trepidation that you payed no heed to. “Well, I’m flattered that my best friend considered me to be their... muse for this assignment? In fact, I’m super curious as to what songs you put on it. Send it to me tonight and I’ll listen to it!” You grinned, grabbing your coffee and waving as you exited the shop. “Yeah, okay...”

“Don’t spill the flour everywhere!” Your friend, Felix, stressed, pushing the bowl of cookie batter closer to you.

“This whole process would be a lot more fun if we could listen to music, as well.” You rolled your eyes at his hotheadedness. “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to make gingerbread for Chan because of the whole playlist thing, which is highly romantic by the way. Also, we all know what happens when you get distracted while cooking.” He smirked, mixing through the batter. “I’m pretty sure friends can make playlists for their friends. Besides, I have you to help this precarious venture not go sideways.” You flashed him a smile, opening up the playlist and pressing shuffle play, before quickly redirecting your attention to to the cookie trays. All I Want for Christmas Is You blasted out the speakers, you laughed awkwardly as Felix raised his eyebrows pointedly at you. Odd song choice, but okay.

Half an hour later, with Mariah Carey playing on loop for almost 10 times, Felix rubbed his temples,

“Either Chan has an extremely unique sense of humour, or it’s an extreme declaration of his undying love for you.” Parcelling the gingerbread away and neatly tying a bow on top, you looked at him, “It’s weird, though. All the songs on the playlist are the same. I don’t think Chan would do that... it’s probably some network glitch or something like that.” You resolved, thoughts whirling as you cleared the kitchen. You had known Chan since childhood. Growing up, the two of you were as thick as thieves, causing enough grief to last both your parents a lifetime. It wasn’t until late high school that you’d started viewing him differently. Every little act of kindness that he did out of friendship made your heart both burst with happiness and twinge at the fact that he didn’t share the same sentiment as you. You hadn’t ever really considered the possibility of him liking you back. You never wanted to venture into that territory, afraid that you’d get your hopes up and your friendship, something you valued more than anything, would be ruined at the cost of your curiosity and feelings. You considered it as too selfish to even entertain the thought. However, some nights you couldn’t help but daydream on how it would feel to have his soft lips on yours, and to be wrapped in his warm embrace every night. Yet, whenever reality dawned on you, you shut down that part of your brain, reinforcing to yourself that the two of you were only friends. “Hey, Y/N? Sorry to interrupt whatever internal monologue you’re having but I’m going to leave now. Regarding the Chan situation, I’m not telling you to read into it too much, but considering Chan, I doubt it was just a joke.” Felix gave you a tight hug, snapping you out of your reverie. Sighing, you shut off the speaker, heading to your bed, your thoughts provoking as you tossed and turned, unable to drift off.

[18:39] 12 Dec. You had actively avoided the cafe and Chan over the last few days, fleeting texts often with one worded answers being the only form of communication between the two of you until you had sort of wrapped your head around the whole playlist situation. You knew it was bad to keep Chan in the dark like that, but you weren’t ready to see him, regardless of what his reasoning was. It wasn’t until Felix had forced you out of the house to give him the gingerbread you had baked that you had to face your fears and him. The door jingled as you stepped into the place, Chan in the same place you last saw him, humming to, wow, he really likes this song, none other than All I Want for Christmas Is You as he wiped down the counter, “Sorry, we’re closed.” He called out, not glancing up as you approached. “You must really love Mariah Carey.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he glanced up at you, startled, “Y/N? You’re alive?” “No. I’m the ghost of christmas past... Of course I am. I came bearing gifts. Particularly Christmas ones since you’re going home tomorrow.” You placed the gift bag in his arms, avoiding his gaze. “Thank you.” He said quietly, putting the bag to the side. “So, about the playlist—“ You both started. He stopped as you continued. “Was it a joke?” You blurted out, silence pursuing as Mariah Carey belted in the background. Santa won't you bring me The one I really need Won't you please bring my baby to me “This is really poor choice of music... anyway. Look, Y/N, you’re my best friend.” Your heart twinged in disappointment as your throat tightened, casting your burning eyes to the ground. He grabbed your hands, “but... it wasn’t a joke. I literally put 100 copies of All I Want for Christmas Is You in a playlist to try and articulate my feelings for you.” “Wait... so you were hitting on me?” You questioned, looking up, incredulous. “I mean. Yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Cool cool cool cool cool.” You stared at each other for a while, eyebrows raised. You surged forward, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, as he gaped at you in shock. “You mean you...” “I don’t know about you, but I don’t go around kissing randoms after they declare their undying love for me, unless I like them too.” He pulled you close to him, his lips moving tenderly moving against yours. Time came to a standstill, the music distantly playing in your mind as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the two of you blissfully enjoying each other’s company. You pulled apart, breathing heavily as a smile spread on both your faces, laughing softly. “You know... your wish did come true.” You remarked. “Wish?” He tilted his head, questioning. “All you want for Christmas is... you know...” You gestured to yourself, as he facepalmed, laughing, “I guess you’re right. All I’ve wanted for Christmas is you.”

+bonus -  high-key crack ((because Felix would never ever do this)) this is lowkey inspired by Chan’s Room: Ep. 69! Watching your silhouettes behind the tinted windows of the cafe lean in to kiss, Felix scrambled out of the car, eyes wide in horror as realisation dawned on him. “No! This can’t be happening! My plan...” He fell to his knees on the sidewalk, his upset tone echoing throughout the almost deserted street. He was in turmoil. He had been the one to orchestrate this whole thing - 100 copies of the same Mariah Carey song on a playlist, even with the concept of a playlist, he was sure you would hate it. However, what he didn’t account for... was that the two of you had feelings for each other. His heart twinged enviously at the possibility of Chan sharing all the pick-up lines customers (cough cough stays) had used on him throughout his day on you instead of Felix. He had to do something about this. This wasn’t the end for platonic Chanlix. He’d get his pick-up lines back.

➳ part two?  |  masterlist!

[kurohoely]

Hi. Is there any way we could get headcanons/or a story where the s/o that’s from America and her boy (mad dog/kuroo/Suga/daichi/hinata/kags) take her out for karaoke and she sings a country song and surprises them?

hello! thank you so much for requesting this TwT i can only imagine the chaos for these characters kskskss (i’m sorry i didn’t do mad dog idk him too well) i did it this with a twist so i hope you’re okay with this one :’D sorry it took me this long

haikyuu boys karaoke shenanigans with their s/o - kuroo, suga, daichi, hinata, kageyama

genre: crack but i highkey did soft fluff :’))

wc: 1k

a/n: all boys are in time skip hehe no proofread please enjoy!! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated :D

Hinata

After having a long distance relationship with Hinata, you both finally meet each other here in America

Poor baby was so jet lagged the first few days, so both of you just chill at your place before starting the road trip

You both drove to the long, mother road of Route 66

Just the two of you cruising in the sunset

Your shared playlist was on shuffle, then a classic old country song played

Hinata was confused why this song was here inside the playlist

Then he heard your voice

You tapped your fingers on the windowsill, following the rhythm

You sang along, hitting the notes perfectly

Hinata turned his head, looking at you in awe

He always knew the range of genre you listen to but somehow it slipped his mind that country is probably your childhood jam song

His eyes soften seeing you in this state

“If you really liked country songs you should put more into the playlist. I would love to hear it more”

Blushing cheeks, both of you and no it's not because of the sunset

This smooth ass sunshine

Kageyama

You both went out shopping at your favorite thrift store

Need a new spring jacket because why not

He practically followed you around the whole time because he’s afraid of getting lost (cue shiratorizawa bus scene)

Suddenly, a leather jacket caught Kageyama eyes

“This would look good on them”

He brings that leather jacket to you

When he approached you, you were karaokeing softly to the song played in-store

Kageyama has zero idea what song it is since it was the first time he heard it and it had come from you

But he enjoyed it nonetheless

Actually more to liking the part where he discovered something new about you today

You swayed your body left and right and when you turned around

“What the hell Tobio you can at least say hello”

“No it’s okay, I was enjoying the show. Here, thought this might look good on you”

You tried the jacket on and it fits perfectly

“After this, you wanna go to a real karaoke” he smirked

You punched his arms softly and both of you laughed

Suga

It has been so long since both of you went out and spend time together

Since you’re both tired of work, you want to let out some steam, having some random fun

You both went to downtown, seeing all the local trinkets shop that they have

Went to buy coffee, window shopping and tried some random Sephora make-up that you know you can never afford (but lets just imagine that Suga would buy it on your birthday)

While walking, you spot a coin karaoke

Gosh how long has it been that you went to karaoke?

“Hey love, do you wanna go karaoke with me?”

“Sure! I bet I can beat you”

You started off with your inner weeb by singing the classic, the OG - KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

Suga, lowkey being a Swiftie - sang Love Story

Enough hype song, you both turned down the energy by singing blues and calming ones

You forgot that you put one old country song that your parent/guardian sang to you in the car when you were younger

Suga eyes went wide, confused

You picked up the mic and start singing

“Wow y/n I didn’t know you can SING sing”

We all know he sat and just hyping you up and throwing praises how talented his s/o is

After you finished singing, he pulled you into a hug

“Let’s stay together until we have no more surprises” and he kissed your forehead

i am truly soft for hypeman soft suga :””)

Daichi

It’s Friday night which means soft loving hours are open!

You were preparing some snacks and dinner for your movie marathon tonight

Daichi is gonna be a bit late so you have lots and lots of time to prepare

You put your apron and start cooking and blasted your songs on shuffle

Daichi pushed the door and let himself in

You didn't hear him because the music was too loud

Daichi was taken aback the fact that this is his first time hearing an American country music

And you were bopping to it wholeheartedly

Daichi is shooketh

While you were stirring the pot, he went and hugged you from behind

Almost needed to have a takeout for dinner

“I experience new things every day. How long will it take until I know everything about you?”

Blush, blush, more BLUSH

“Aww it’s okay Dai, we have lots more days to know about each other :)”

“Maybe next time we should actually bring you to karaoke and teach me some more of that genre”

Best. Cuddle. Night. Ever.

Kuroo

Today is game night

Kuroo just got back from celebrating their win for the season

Pretty drunk but sober enough to play some more fun with you

Thought that game would be hard for him to actually focus, you asked how bout a late night karaoke instead

Thank God this apartment is soundproof or else rip neighbors

He knows you’re from America and he wanted to be the coolest boyfriend ever by showing off that he knows his s/o in and out

Cute

He picked Whitney Houston’s song

Idk where he got it but okay

Pretty good pretty fair for some Tokyo city boi

You were fired up, can’t let this rooster head beat you in your own songs pfft

So you skipped to the next country song in queue

You were singing so passionately trying to rile up Kuroo

But he just sat there and was mesmerized by your vocal range

After singing, you turned your head wanting to tease him but met with his adoring face

But of course, knowing Kuroo he won’t tell you what he feels (just yet)

Sober enough to keep his pride

“Babe cut me some slack will ya? That's like me singing any Naruto OP because I’m Japanese!”

He pouts (PLITH SO CUTE)

“Awww bub at least now you know not to mess with me again haha”

He tackled you for cuddles

That day he swore to never gonna mess with you again (sike)

[jbbarnesnnoble]

Incentive

Summary: Wanda gives you an incentive to get out of bed and eat breakfast after a mission. 

Features: Smut; Mild Domme Wanda Maximoff; Cranky Bucky Barnes 

Kink: Eating Out

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Reader; Background Polyamorous!Avengers

Notes: Day Two of Kinktober! This one has more plot than smut, but there is definitely a nice bit of smut...I’m lowkey building my Polyamorous!Avengers universe this Kinktober 

Word Count: 1572

The sun was over the horizon, but you were not yet vertical. No, you had no interest in joining the rest of the waking world. Your curtains were drawn shut, shrouding your room in darkness. You could hear shuffling past your door as the others went about their mornings. You could pick up the quiet murmurs of conversation between two people outside your door before the door opened. You heard Wanda speak to Steve before shutting your door behind her.

“Rise and shine, love,” you heard her say. You grumbled, pulling your blanket further over your head. You’d had a late night, getting back past three AM from a mission with Bucky and Natasha, which was exhausting in more ways than one. You loved and hated being on missions with just the two of them.

“Let me sleep, witch,” you said, your voice laced with exhaustion.

“Steve wants you to at least eat breakfast, you know how he is,” she said.

“The Captain and kindly go shove his breakfast where the sun don’t shine,” you said. You felt her sit on your bed before she gently peeled the covers back. She had flipped on the fairy lights that lined your room. You preferred the softer light of them to those of the lamps in your room, or worse, the overhead lights. 

“Sweetie, you know you can’t hide away. You’ll feel better after you eat. Did you eat when you got in?” she asked, a gentle hand upon your arm, running in soothing circles. You sighed.

“No,” you said, pulling your pillow over your head. You wanted to sleep in.

“You know the rules. If you don’t eat when you get in, you’re subject to being woken up to eat,” she said as she pulled the pillow away. You hated that rule with a passion. You knew why it existed. There were far too many times where one of you would go hours without eating after a mission, getting too wrapped up in paperwork, more training, and other obligations. Or in your case, catching up on sleep.

“Are Tasha and Buck awake?” you asked.

“Steve’s gone to wake Bucky. Tasha ate before she slept,” Wanda said.

“Of course she did,” you snarked. Wanda let out a light laugh. 

“If you get up and have breakfast, I’ll make it worth your while,” Wanda said, her voice dropping. You sat up a little bit at that.

“I’m listening,” you said. You may have still been worn out from the mission, but you would never turn her down unless there was a good reason beyond being stubborn about breakfast. 

“If you come with me and eat breakfast like a good girl, you’ll be coming in another way,” she said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing up. You almost fell, tangled in your sheets scrambling out of bed to follow her. 

Bucky was glaring at Steve when you entered the kitchen, arms crossed staring at the plate of eggs as if they had personally offended him. Bruce was manning the stove, placing food in containers on the counter, buffet style. Sam was sat on the couch, Clint’s legs across his lap as he munched on the last of a piece of toast. 

“Morning sunshine,” Clint said from the couch. You flipped him off as you sat down next to Bucky.

“What’d Steve do this time?” you asked.

“Cold water. What about Wanda?” he asked. You smirked.

“She made some promises,” you replied. You were sure you caught him cursing Steve under his breath.

“She gets promises, I get cold water. Can Wanda wake me up next time?” Bucky asked.

“Eat when you get in from a mission and there won’t be a next time. Besides, you use promises as an excuse to stay in bed. She,” Steve said, pointing at you, “listens and gets out of bed when promises are made.” 

“Her? Listen? In what universe?” Bucky asked. 

“If given the right incentive…,” you said, trailing off. Steve gave you a look that had you turning to the plate Wanda placed in front of you. Your favorites covered the surface of it. You were almost certain you wouldn’t be able to finish it all. 

You helped clean up once everyone was done, quietly washing the dishes with Bucky and Sam as music played in the background. By the sound of it, it was Wanda’s playlist. You slipped away to your room once the dishes were done, wanting to get a shower in. Wanda made a promise, but you weren’t sure when she’d make good on it. 

You emerged from your bathroom to find Wanda waiting, dressed in only a short robe. You almost dropped your towel then and there. She had lit the candles you had around your room, the light scent of lavender filling the room. You made a note to change them out for your favored fall scents. 

“Come, lay down,” Wanda said as she approached you, pulling your towel from you, leaving you nude. Your room was kept at a comfortable temperature, never too cold. Your body was reacting, both to the temperature and what was to come as you felt your nipples harden and your core dampen more than it had been in anticipation. She pulled you toward the bed, gently spinning you around before pushing you lightly to sit. 

You scooted up the bed to the pillows, making sure you were situated on the towel Wanda had laid on your bed. She had laid down several large towels, which were kept at the foot of your bed in a chest that also contained your favored toys. 

“So wet already, my love. Someone is eager this morning, hm?” she asked as she pulled off her robe. You took in the sight of her. You saw the harness sitting on the edge of the bed, which sent another shock of arousal through you. Oh yeah. You certainly were being rewarded today. 

“Yes, Wanda please,” you said, coming out as more of a whine. She gave you a light smack on your thigh in warning. 

“Patience. You’ve been so good this morning,” she said as she situated herself between your spread legs. She kissed her way up one leg, one of her favorite ways to tease you. She neared the apex and pulled away. You bit back a groan as she repeated this on the other side. Instead of pulling away a second time, she continued toward your pussy. You knew she’d ignore your clit for as long as possible. Wanda loved to draw your pleasure out. 

You almost bucked up when her tongue made contact with your pussy. She was focusing her attention on your hole, pressing one finger in as she lapped at your juices. She hooked her finger, hitting your g-spot ever so slightly before adding a second finger. Her tongue moved up, closer to your clit as you let out a loud moan. You felt her smile against you as she increased the speed at which her fingers moved in and out of you before adding a third finger. The sound it made was positively dirty and you reveled in it. You were beyond soaked. Just as she was about to reach your clit, she pulled away, leaving you wanting as she withdrew her fingers as well. 

She returned with a vibrator, clicking it on as she pressed it into you before returning her mouth to your pussy as she worked it in and out. You felt the pleasure peaking as she finally touched you where you wanted. Her tongue swirled around your clit as she ramped up the intensity of the vibrator, sending you crashing over the edge with a scream as stars danced in your vision. 

As you came down from the high and opened your eyes, you saw Wanda looking positively wrecked, her face soaked with your release as she grinned at you, before pulling you into a messy kiss.

“Your turn,” you said breathlessly before pulling her into another kiss. 

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Bucky glared at Steve when he heard your scream. He had been subjected to hearing you and Wanda for the past hour and he was far from happy about it. Not when Wanda had you crying out over and over as she pulled you over the edge again and again. The others didn’t seem bothered. They were the lucky ones. Soundproofing did nothing against the hearing of a super soldier, at least, not the soundproofing at the compound. He glanced over at Steve who was gripping his newspaper harder than one should. 

“Steve,” Bucky said.

“No Buck. It’s their time,” Steve said. 

“Fuck it. You’re coming with me,” Bucky said before he stood up and grabbed Steve, dragging him off to his room. Natasha smirked from where she sat sipping on her coffee as Sam and Clint both handed her a $20 bill. 

“I thought he’d hold out longer,” Clint grumbled.

“We all know Barnes’ libido is on a hair trigger after a mission,” Natasha said before setting her cup down and following after the pair. Clint shared a look with Sam, who just shook his head.

“We have training with the recruits. We drew the short straws. Come on Barton,” Sam said, heading toward the elevator. Clint sighed as he looked wistfully in the direction of your room and the direction the trio had disappeared in. Next time, he reasoned, before following after Sam. 

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#️⃣ Music Tag Games

Thank you so much @my-faves-said-gay-rights for the tag 💕💕

Game Numero Uno 🎶

Idk why I wrote it in Italian lol

♠ Rules

We're snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs. Then choose 10 victims.

I did this back in June but it wouldn't hurt if I do it again,right? So let's see how much my library has changed:

Downpour - I.O.I

Boom - NCT 127

I'll Be There - Shownu (Monsta X)

Top of the Chain - Cravity

ご機嫌サヨナラ - IZ*ONE

Naughty Boy - Pentagon

Star 1117 - ATEEZ

Wave - CIX

My Heart Skip a Beat - Purple Kiss

All In - Stray Kids

Game Numero Dos 🎶

♠ Rules

Write down 10 songs you believe are true masterpieces and why (no obligations!)

This will be fun, I lowkey want people to judge my taste tho 👀👀👀

Bloom by Ab6ix - I was pretty hesitant to say anything about the song cause it's...a hidden gem? Like at the same time I wanna tell everyone about it (extremely underrated lol) but at the same time I wanna keep it to myself since it means a lot me and idk why I feel exposed and vulnerable when I tell someone about it... Is that normal? Beside it being my ultimate favorite Ab6ix song it also became my signature song which, no matter how many times replay it, it always gives me some sort of comfort and happiness

I Love You by Treasure - my current I wish for it to be forever favorite Treasure song. I adore this song in so many ways like I just love everything about it... Lyrics? Amazing! Choreography? I'M ADDICTED HOW PERFECT IT IS! Mv? MF LOVE IT! Beat? MY FAVORITE JESUS CHRIST I LOVE HYPED SONGS! I really really wanna learn the choreography plss I keep bopping my head to the beat but I literally look like I have been thrown out of asylum lol Whoever tf wrote and composed this song...truly I Love You 💕

10 Months by Enhypen - this song brings me so so much happiness I can't even describe 🥰🥰 idk why but I find the song to be adorable like there is something about the song that makes me vibe every time I hear it like- I just can't help it but feel nothing but pure happiness when I'm listening to it and honestly if serotonin was a song it would be 10 Months

Top of the Chain by Cravity - my favorite song on the album, this song is so mf powerful and for some reason it boosts my confidence like watch out world when I listen to TOTC it's over for y'all!! also the song itself deserves so much better like we DIDN'T EVEN GOT A MF DANCE PRACTICE STARSHIP BITCH DON'T MAKE ME COME FOR YOU!!!

Scent by I.M - no cause why does this song makes me "I have had the worst heartbreak in my life and now I'm exhausted cause I have been crying for the past 12 hours" kind of sad, but at the same time makes me peacefully happy and decreases my anxiety? And why do I adore listening to this song on repeat especially and only during the night?

Shoot Me by Day6 - PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT THIS SONG IS DEFINITION OF WORD PERFECTION, TRY TO CHANGE MY MIND!!! I remember the first time I watched the mv I was left completely speechless like my jaw dropped I almost dislocated it. MV IS A MF MASTERPIECE JESUS CHRIST!! I have never fell in love with a song right after the first listen but this one OMFG 🤯 and I'm still in love with it like no matter how many times I've heard to it I feel like I'm listening to it for the first time ever 💓

Bad Dream by CIX - look it's one of my favorite CIX songs but idk how should I feel about it like I remember my first thought when I heard it was: "this song is beautiful and kinda makes me sad but it also makes me wanna dislocate my hips what do I do know?" but then again I still vibe to it whenever I hear it *sadly swaying my hips*

Green Light by BAE173 - PERFECT DRIVING SONG I SWEAR! I DON'T EVEN DRIVE YET IK THIS IS THAT DRIVING SONG. Every single time I listen to it I daydream about driving by the seaside just as the sun is about to set 💚 (maladaptive daydreamer in da house) It always successfully calms me down and stabilizes my heartbeat.

Ice Age by MCND - 3 DAYS AFTER THE SONG WAS RELEASED YOUTUBE RECOMMENDED IT, I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED ON IT AND I SWEAR THAT WAS THE BEST ACCIDENT THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME!!! It automatically made me stan them which I do NOT regret at all! This song is God tier but ain't nobody is ready to have that conversation and it shows

Y U Comeback by 4Mix - I have been brainwashing myself with this song ever since I heard it (a week after it has been released because idk why I keep avoiding it even tho YouTube was like: "here, listen to this you will love it" but I was like nahh bitch) I swear have never thought that Thai Pop can slap THAT hard like biiitch why isn't it as popular as Kpop?! Especially these guys? Like, the have everything like JESUS CHRIST WHY ARE PEOPLE SLEEPING ON THEM?!?!

Okay I didn't mean it will be that long OMFG since when do I have an ability to write that much haha

Tagging: @aurorasillusion @mingziiii @peachzens-bread @strawberryjoongi @stay1507 @myleejooheon @hatsukeii @lala1209 @chaoticdreaminisode @just-a-dumbass-doing-shit @trashlord-007 basically everyone who wants to do it 💕

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Ya girl is watching the latest HSM series ep and Imma live blog it hshshs and will add my reactions under the cut so it doesn't end up a long post. Anyways, let's goo:

AHHHH THE MORNING SHOW WITH GINA AND EJ WE LOVE TO SEE IT

They really said we're gonna let life imitate art with Nini and Olivia huh

Ricky was SUPPORTIVE??? Damnn I really thought we gonna get a classic Ricky tantrum....

But also wow sir that sounds salty and should definitely talk to someone abt how you're feeling...A therapist maybe 👀

I know we needed to contextualise how Ricky felt abt the song but I really wanted to see Nini's interview in full!!

Sebby you're so cute I do wanna see yall do DEH

Shjshshs not the rights not being available for another 5 years 😭😭

I dunno how they're in great shape and closer to the Menkies Gold after not having a single proper rehearsal, but go off Miss Jenn

Omg honestly Kourt's costumes are always amazing and on point Imma excited to see it

Kourt is such a simp we love to see it

Carlos is so pissy this episode we love to see it shshhs

Also love the way Seb calms him down and keeps him nice it's such a funny dynamic

"We had 20 people make our Belle dress over 50 hours" Okay North High shut the fuck up

I'm calling it now the reason North High knows so much is cos Howie is the leak and Kourt has been unwittingly telling him. The way her phone keeps going off as they discuss how North High knows everything is really good foreshadowing if my prediction is right

Also like her phone went off just as Carlos said "How did they know that?" THAT'S PEAK FORESHADOWING

If Howie ain't in North High, I dunno what Tim is doing

GSJAGSHAH KOURTNEY MAKING ABS FOR EJ I CANNOT

"I have abs" We know sweetie

"I PADDED THE THUSH FOR YOU" "AWW THANKS KOURT I NEEDED THAT" THIS INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING THAT WAS SO FUNNY!! I love that it is now canon that EJ has abs but no butt love that for him

Okay but like damn these costumes are great!! North High can fuck right off with its high end ones I just wanna see lowkey homemade costumes by students; I'd watch a Broadway show if I wanted to see professional costumes okay

Damn Carlos has killer eyesight clocking in that mask in the trunk

GINA BBY DON'T SAY THAT AND HAHSGSH NINI NUDGING HER WAS SO FUNNY

Nini's little look over at Gina was like "Omg you guys my girlfriend is so cute and dumb" GINI STANS HOW WE FEELING?

Miss Jenn don't be that naive, your boyfriend probably put them up to it

That Insta page is prophetic with their timing tbh; all the info is a leak obviously looking at your Howie but like the timing of it all. Those kiddos don't know that they are discussing the stolen mask at this exact moment (Kourt has put down her phone after Carlos snapped at her so Howie doesn't know they are talking abt it rn)

"We don't dance with the enemy" *cuts to her dancing with Zackey later*

SEBBY WEARING THE TEACUP COSTUME OMG HE'S GOING MAKE SUCH A CUTE CHIP (yes I am still mad Seb/Joe was robbed but Imma fangirl over the costume anyway)

Wtf why does North High look so expensive - they are literally in the same district as East High right??? How did they get this much funding

North High is a very artsy and rich for a public school; they should have had Nini go here instead of YAC tbh (like this campus feels like what YAC should have been) NOW THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN AN INTERESTING STORYLINE

Seblos' dynamic IS ON POINT THIS EP I really love my bois so much and their back and forth is hilarious

Shhshs DIANE who loves volleyball and North High okay I totally believe it

WHY ARE RED AND ASHLYN SO KINKY EVERY DAMN EPISODE TIM THESE ARE UNDERAGED CHARACTERS STOP IT

Shshsh we love Gina knowing herself and practicing self control by volunteering to be the lookout

Omg yall listen to Carlos and stfu they are so lucky no one saw or heard them yelling Wildcats

Oh no no no no no Miss Jenn you gonna get sucked in; this is gonna be so messy

Omg I saw someone post about this scene before I watched the ep YALL ARE RIGHT THAT BOI HITTING ON GINA IS SO FINE Babes go for that one, not EJ

NOT THEM FAKE DATING UGH E W TIM STOP MAKING ROMANTIC PORTWELL A T H I N G I honestly do not understand how some of yall can ship it romantically knowing Sofia is a whole underaged babey and Matty is a whole ass grown man - like I get the appeal of the Wonderstudies getting together and they do have chemistry but the irl age gap is creepy and outweighs the appeal of shipping them romantically

As I always say; Portwell/Wonderstudies should be a BROTP not an OTP

Ugh Brotp Portwell would have clocked Lily right away; romantic Portwell making googly eyes at each other isn't helping anyone

Living for Nini getting the recognition she deserves - I really like her solo arc this season she's so much more interesting without Ricky tbh

Aww Kourt you simp I love her and I'm so happy she's happy I wanna be wrong about Howie being a North High kid

Where is the mask??

OHMYGOD THESE KIDS COMING IN LIKE A HORROR MOVIE

Lily really wishes she was Jesse St. James huh; you could never Lily so stop

Andrew Barth Feldman and his cute little French accent I love him so much

Hnng Miss Jenn gonna get manipulated by this hoe. Omg wowow Zackey really is a hoe, making out with another girl before the show THE AUDACITY OF HIM SAYING MISS JENN WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH I WILL THROW HANDS WITH THIS MOFO

Wait the kids didn't steal it BUT WHAT IF ZACKEY DID

Ssjsgfajhdfg I CANNOT WITH ANDREW'S ACCENT but I can't tell if its really bad or really good but I'm also confused why didn't they just cast a French person as Antonie shshhs Antoine is adorableee and a little shit the best type of character

Lily is so annoying b y e sis bye and Olivia Keegan is talented I just wish they didn't make her character such a cartoony villain type

"How about if we bop to the top" SEBBY I LOVE YOU AND NEVER STOP BEING SO CUTE I SWEAR and Awww Carlos called him Honey I am s o f t

Hnng why do these fools are really gonna give into North High calling them chickens

OHHH NO SHE DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT ABOUT ASHLYN FUCK A DANCE OFF I AM ABOUT TO THROW HANDS WITH A 16 YEAR OLD

"She told us not to dance with the enemy. She's better than this" No Sebby, she's not *cuts to her dancing with Zackey* AND OMG THE WAY I SAW THIS EDIT COMING BEFORE IT CAME

Ooooh I like this song wayyy more whatever the mess The Mob Song became (when I first heard it drop on Spotify yesterday) Around You is such a great song musically and lyrically very relevant to these two and gosh I love their voices together

They have so much chemistry damn, go home Mike (well he technically has oop) and Mr. Mazzara

YES YOU DO MISS JENN YOU ALWAYS HAD IT

Oh god this is the scene from the trailer; she's gonna make a move on Ricky isn't she?? Leave him alone Lily he doesn't need a 3rd girl to be confused about he needs a therapist

Lily shut the fuck up with quasi; STOP TRYING TO MAKE QUASI HAPPEN

"I love Nini's song" Sure, Jan.

...Okay yes you should have called him out but don't bait him LIKE THAT oop there's the scene from the trailer

Ohmygod is Andrew Barth Feldman gonna hit on Ashlyn

Okay this is so cute but also I am VERY annoyed with the way this show handles its characters like they aren't relevant or important unless they get into a relationship or a love triangle?? That's such a shitty way to give out screentime and arcs to characters. Is it not enough to develop the characters on their own and strengthen their friendship???

HUH TIM why you so obsessed with compulsory heterosexuality??(well also homosexuality for Seblos but they are the only ones I'm not annoyed with their relationship cos its a hella big step for Disney to have a gay couple and their relationship isn't in our faces or overshadows the plot and its just spinkles of cuteness every time they interact - they are honestly who Rini wishes they were; besties in love. They are a couple that Tim should be taking notes from; leave the relationship drama in the background, focus on the theatre and friendship aspect of everything)

My mini rant aside; this is a very adorable interaction between Ashlyn and Antoine.

"TOM HOLLAND ON STILTS" GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT COMPARISON I AM SCREAMING ANTOINE THAT'S SO FUNNY

This is so funny he keeps picking out the hottest guys of the group; as if he himself isn't the French version of Big Red they look super alike ngl shshsh

WHY YOU RUIN IT WITH THAT ANTOINE I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU

Drama between Antoine and Red is already spicing up shshsh I cannot

Why are you so dramatic with the shuffle Lily gtfo of here...also this doesn't make sense?? She wasn't even on a BATB playlist; what if a non BATB song came on ahahah

Good to know they aren't big fans of The Mob Song like I am Awww EJ you cutie, okay I will appreciate the OG Mob Song just for you

OH WAIT HE PROLLY LIKES IT COS ITS A GASTON LED SONG TIM GIMME THE EJ SOLO I DESERVE IN THIS NUMBER

I'm being robbed of Gaston for the last 7 eps I at least deserve an EJ solo for compensation

The way the set looks straight out of Broadway but also like omg the blue lighting and fancy stage gave me intense flashbacks to that Glee episode where Vocal Adrenaline sang Bohemian Rhapsody

RICKY STOP BEING SALTY AND ACTUALLY COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

OMG THE SUBTITLES SAID ITS HOWIE SINGING AS THE BEAST I FUCKING CALLED IT

Howie you hoe you gonna break my girl Kourtney's heart

Yeah...still not a fan of Antoine's Dance Remix

Yall know Gina would kill the dance number if she wasn't wearing that fit

Okay but it's Gaston led song WHY DOES EVERYONE BUT EJ HAVE A SOLO IN THIS SONG??

First the Beasts led it (Howie sounded better than Ricky ngl), then the Lumieres (their voices worked hella well together; I always forget what a talented singer Frankie is THEY NEED TO GIVE HIM A SOLO SONG) and now the Belles are going at it (Ashlyn's voice is superior)

BIG RED BEING JEALOUS AND SALTY IS SO FUNNY ITS LIKE A PUPPY BEING ANGRY I CRI

...Did anyone really win, Lily??? STFU

CARLOS IS RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT

Oooh I did see someone talk about this when the Rose Song dropped last week, apparently its illegal to add songs to a musical you're doing for a school play; I really thought the show would brush past that irl rule but I guess they are playing into it

THE WAY EVERYONE TURNED TO EJ FOR THE SPORTS METAPHOR I AM D Y I N G AND HIS FACE WAS GOLDEN! ITS LIKE THAT LISA SIMPSON MEME SHHSHSH

Okay Nini is being a little pissy about leaving her song out of the show and its a little selfish to wanna keep it at the risk of being disqualified but I also understand why she's hurt

Everyone is dog piling on her right now being against her idea and it feels like they are being against her song and her herself instead of them not wanting to be disqualified. Also like she poured her heart and soul into the song after Miss Jenn lowkey rushed her to write it. So I can see why this feels like a rejection of her and her song and why she's so hurt rather than her seeing the big picture right now

It doesn't help that Ricky said the final blow causing her to walk off

Okay maybe Zackey gets some rights for being chill and wanting the kids to be peers

THIS MOTHERFUCKER I KNEW HE WAS SHADY Also the way I gasped even though I predicted he stole the mask halfway through this ep shshsh

Stab him Miss Jenn STAB HIM

Bitch why you so threatened by East High if yall have such a Broadway-esque show planned??? They honestly should have stuck to the Little Mermaid; I really wanted to see the aquarium

"It's just a song Ricky" "A song can mean everything" Do you get deja vu? Anyone else getting intense flashbacks to Jan when DL first dropped and all the drama happened 👀

YES PLEASE STAY CO ANCHORS Gosh I love them so much esp once you take the romantic connotations out of their interactions

ROUGE GRAND I'M SCREAMING

I love this long take of checking in with everyone's relationship status (still hate how romantically focused this show has become but still a cool shot)

I K N E W IT I WAS RIGHT

Okay but like looking at Kourtney's face I have never wanted to be wrong so bad GOD I HATE IT HERE I really think he likes her and I hope they work it out

Nini setting up her own music acc feels like when Olivia rebranded her whole IG to be just for her music stuff - love this for both of them

AHHHHH SHE'S NINA NOW YALL

I know everyone loves her as Nini but like I have always loved the name Nina and it really suits her to be honest also shows how she's growing up now and kind of leans into the lyric "I won't be confined to your point of view" from The Rose Song because Nini is the nickname Ricky gave her so it shows that she's outgrowing him too and I love that for her!

Overall thoughts; they really crammed all the North High drama into one ep huh. Personally would have liked it if all of this was spread out throughout the last few episodes; like different hijinks for every episode. I'm just a big fan of properly setting up the overall arc over the season instead of patching it together closer to the climax/end of the show. Cos now it lowkey feels like two different seasons - 2A felt like The Rini/Rina Show esp with YAC storyline and whatever was going on with Rina and now 2B is finally feeling like what this season should have been all this time

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Okay asking again...How about 14, 19, 4,5,6?

Oohh 19 is super interesting!

Okay

19. In complicated narratives how do i keep track of outlines, characters, development etc

OKAY I WANNA TELL U THIS.. like idk maybe try this.. for my series.. i lowkey have a notepad filled with plots and all the story lines and the characters! I have a page dedicated for the characters development then one page of setting time and outline.. another page of dresses and omg yes i drew it so bad but just for the sake of explaining it.. and then i have the crest (coz its royalty) and i have one page for each chapter!! I write down the quotes I want to use.. specific words or sentences for characters.. i couldn't show u the pic coz it was super messy it's reallly me jotting down all the ideas when they're in my head. I left the notebook in my home country sorry can't show u that.. but basically write everything down.. later u can see which part u wanna cross out. I did this and yet i still end up with writer' block lmao but i am quite proud of this...it works for me so maybe try it! (I still do this on my earlier writing projects.. but oneshot.. i don't do this hahaha)

4. Fav character I've written.. tbh it's my OC Scarlet and (y/n)!! No jokes (y/n) is the only one with diff personalities lol! Okay i love to write Baekhyun (i think i can suit him in any role) , Yuta, and Renjun (because i cannot write for kyungsoo.. renjun is similar) sometimes Jaehyun is fun to write too.

5. I answered this.. i am surprised i wrote a fanfic starring Jisung and Kun! Like wow i could never do that again (or could i?)

6. Something i'd go back to change but too late coz its too complicated in my story now.. hmm definitely my series in wattpad.. ahh too much to change i couldn't even decide if i should delete everything or several scenes... Silver spoon.. i should've deleted Luhan.. no forced marriage.. just banned love for loving sehun (their knight) and i should've deleted the kidnapping part in Daughter of silence ���

If you're interested do check them out lmaoo

14. Playlist for current wips? Nah.. i don't have special playlist just hit shuffle or no song at all...

Thanks for asking and I hope you can find some idea on how to write even when i am an amateur too !!

🙆‍♀️💕 keep on writing!!

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Kaminari Relizes He Might Be Bisexual

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So I love Kaminari, Shinsou, Bakugo, and Kirishima, and I ship them all with myself. But subversive that’ll never happen I also ship them with other characters, I love Kiribaku, Tododeku, and and Shinkami, because I’m a sucker for the grumpy/rude x ball of sunshine trope, it’s my favorite ever. So here have this drabble I have made up which is based on this post here by the lovely @paunchsalazar specifically the first panel. I hope I did it justice. :;(∩^﹏^∩);:

Also, haha, Sweater Weather played while writing this, completely by accident, I just put my playlist on shuffle, and I have over 1,000 songs on there so it was like over a 1/1000(probably less than that? Idk how shuffling works on spotify) that it would play and it did lmao.

Warnings: Angst(I guess it is considering the kind of stuff I write), boi questioning his sexuality, fluff, platonic comfort(I guess)????, swearing, Kirishima being the best gay bff everrrrr, Shinsou being lowkey heteronormative(even tho he’s big gay), teeny tiny manga spoilers(only about the stuff right after where the anime leaves off), Shinsou being oblivious(surprising I know)

Another thing I’d like to say, this isn’t my usual content, I usually only post x reader stuff, but I hope you all enjoy nevertheless. Without farther a due...

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Kaminari knew he liked girls since he was younger. Sure he had gay friends, and sure he might have thought once or twice ‘do I like boys?’ ‘Am I gay?’ But he always shot down these questions quickly, because he liked girls, he can’t be gay if he liked girls, right?

Then why did he feel this way? Why was his heart racing whoever Shisou walked by? He thought this feeling was solely reserved for girls, at least for him. Need less to say he was confused. And scared, what if he wasn’t straight? He knew he had no reason to be scared, and there was nothing wrong with not being straight.

Shinsou knew he was gay. He never likes girls as more than a friend, and when he started his teen years and looked at yah know... porn. He always found himself to be the most turned on by the male, even when he first started, and watched the most basic boring ass porn ever, he’d always focus on the man more.

So while it was a surprise that he found himself staring longingly at the blond fuckboy, it was not because he was a boy. His suprise had was more because Kaminari was not his type, at all. His type were the most stereotypical ‘bad boys’ or people who were openly gay. He liked to say he didn’t have time for people questioning themselves.

Both of them on the outside acted unfased by their realizations. Well, Kaminari tried, he failed though. Shinsou didn’t though, which made Kaminari more worried. Because what if Shinsou doesn’t like him?

All of these thoughts about his sexuality ran through his head nonstop, ever since Shinsou had done the joint training with classes 1-A and 1-B. And he tried to push them down, and hope they went away, but they didn’t. And they got worse when Shinsou joined 1-A. And one day Kaminari was just so sick of being confused, and had the courage to actually talk about his thoughts, so he brought it up to Kirishima. ‘He’s gay, so he would know stuff, right?’

“Hey. Um Kirishima?” Kaminari started in shire of where to begin.

“What’s up bro?” Kirishima responded.

“Nothing. Not nothing though, there’s something I need to ask you.”

“Well shoot bro, anything you need you can tell me.” Kirishima said, and luckily his encouraging words helped boost Kaminari confidence.

“How do you know if your gay?” Kaminari asked quickly.

“Hmm, well that’s kind of difficult, I guess I didn’t know if I was gay, I kind of just didn’t like girls, and found boys more attractive.” Kirishima answered, tapping his chin.

“Why do you ask? Do you think your gay?” Kirishima asked.

“Well no, because I like girls, I know I like girls, I like them a lot, but there’s a boy, and he makes me feel how I feel when I see a really cute girl.” Kaminari said nervously, finding it difficult to actually put his feelings to words.

“So you think you like boys and girls?” Kirishima questioned, trying to understand the situation at hand. Kaminari nodded, saying silent.

“Well to me it sounds like your bisexual, if you want a label for it, you don’t need a label if you don’t want to though.” Kirishima deduced, trying time help his friend the best he could. But Kaminari nodded and said a simple ‘thanks’ before walking away.

‘Bisexual huh? Bisexual, I like girls and boys, I am bisexual’ Kaminari said inside his head over and over again, testing how it sounded. He liked it, it brought him peace he hasn’t felt in a while. ‘I am bisexual. I AM BISEXUAL!!!!!’

But just because he knew his sexuality doesn’t mean that he has the confidence to tell the guy he fell for. But it’s a start and he’s happy.

Shinsou found it increasingly harder to ignore his feelings towards Kaminari. Especially when they sat right next to each other, or when they trained together, or when Kaminari invited him to a study session with Kirishima and Bakugo, or when Kaminari would sit next to him at lunch.

His schedule consisted of, wakings up, think about Kaminari, get read for school while thinking about Kaminari, go to school while thinking about Kaminari, pay attention in school but inevitably getting distracted by Kaminari, go back the dorms and in his room, study while thinking about Kaminari, stay up late while thinking about Kaminari, go to bed, and repeat. This annoyed him to no end. ‘Why wont that straight fuckboy get out of my head?!’

He always did this whoever he fell for a staight boy, he’d push all the feelings down until they were gone, and it worked, so why they fuck wouldn’t it work this time? Whatever was happening, he was not having it, he was fucking done with these feelings, and one solution he never did was confess. But that was the only solution he had left.

Kaminari was ready. He was ready to tell Shinsou his feelings, he wasn’t ready for rejection but that’s not something he wanted to think about. He had just came back from the nearest floral shop, and was making his way to his dorm room, when he ran into Shinsou. He almost dropped the flowers he got. Which was something he didn’t want, he had to pay extra to get it custom made with the flowers he wanted. The bouquet consisted of blue, purple, yellow and black flowers, all colors he knew Shinsou liked, but they also represented both of them, the blue and purples for Shinsou, and black and yellow for him.

‘Oh he must be on his way to ask out a girl.’ Shinsou noticed. He hated the sting he felt in his chest, but that’s why he was here.

“I need to tell you something-“

“I need to tell you something-“ They both said at the same time.

“You can go first.” Kaminari said, as Shinsou went silent.

‘Why did he need talk to me?’ ‘There’s now way right?’ ‘No no no.’ ‘I couldn’t even date him if he did.’ ‘I don’t date people like him.’ He was to distracted by his thoughts to hear Kaminari speak.

“Hello? Earth to Shinsou?” Kaminari said waving his hand in front of him.

“Oh sorry, what did you say?” Shinsou respinded snapping back to reality.

Kaminari laughed “I just said you can go first.”

‘I love his laugh.’ ‘No bad Shinsou! No feelings no feelings for straight dudes!’

“Okay. Well I wanted to tell you... I find you attractive, like really attractive, like in the gay kind of way. But I know you’re straight, which is fine, I just need to tell you so I can get over you and move on with my life.” Shinsou said with a straight face.

Kaminari stood in shock at what he had said, happy the he felt the same. However Shinsou took this shock as the ‘suprised a gay guy likes me, a straight guy.’ Kind of suprise, so he nodded and started to walk away, which made Kaminari come out of his shock.

“Wait! That’s what I wanted to talk about though!” Kaminari said running after him. Shinsou was taken aback as he heard Kaminari’s words. He turned around to face him.

“I like you too. I find you attractive too.” He explained

“Oh and these are for you, I’ve never dated a guy before, but whenever I go out on a date with a girl a bring her flowers.” Kaminari nervously put his hand with the bouquet out, while the other found the back of his neck.

Shinsou was confused, Kaminari liked him, but he mentioned girls. He had no problem dating bisexual guys, but he had one to many experiences where they would say they’re bisexual, but end of being straight and breaking his heart.

He took the flowers “uh, thanks I guess? I’ve never gotten flower before.”

“But about the like me and girls, are you just questioning? Are you bisexual? What’s going on there?” Shinsou asked.

“Oh, umm. Well I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual, I talked to Kirishima, and he suggested it to me and I liked it, so yeah.” Kaminari shrugged.

“You don’t just ‘like’ a sexuality, it’s not something you choose.” Shinsou responds, starting to get angry, ‘so he might be messing with me huh?’

“No no it’s not like that! The label felt comfortable, like more right I guess? Than straight?” Kaminari rushed, trying to explain himself.

“Look I get that you like me, and I may like you too, but I don’t date guys who are still trying to figure their sexuality out.” Shinsou responded, and started to walk away again, he might not stay true to his words if he didn’t.

‘He’s to cute. Why does he have to be cute? He’s probably just straight.’

“Wait!!!” Kaminari cried, he wasn’t just going to let him get away, not when he knew Shinsou liked him too.

Shinsou didn’t stop this time, he kept going. ‘Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. You don’t date straight boys. You told him, these feelings should be gone!!!!’

“Please!!!” Kaminari said, his voice getting closer to Shinsou. “Please wait let me explain! I’m not confused about my sexuality, I figured it out I’m just having a hard time putting it into words!”

‘Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around.’ ‘Fuck it.’ Shinsou turned around to find Kaminari right behind him, and he did something he’s never done. He grabbed Kaminari’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. ‘His lips they’re soft, so soft.’

Kaminari stood still for a moment before he started to kiss back. Snaking his hands around Shinsous neck.

“Was that as good as kissing a girl?” Shinsou asked after pulling away.

“Honestly? It was better, way better.” Kaminari reponded before kissing him again.

And it would be one of many kisses they would share.

[sugaabooga]

Sleep For Smiles

Pairing: Seokjin x nurse!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff, smol f2l!au

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: PG-13, some cursing, Seokjin’s lowkey being neglected

Synopsis: After another tiring night shift, you go back home to find Seokjin doing the most to make you crack a smile. -OR- “Can i request a jin x reader fluff where reader is super grumpy and tired all the time and jin wants her to smile uwu”

“EEUHH.”

“Whoa.”

You pause in your loud stretching and shoot a glare up at the doctor who stands leaning over the counter with an amused grin.

He flips back to the first page of his clipboard and drops his hands down behind his back, continuing to look at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“What are you looking at Min?” you hiss.

Yoongi shrugs. “Your ugly ass face, that’s what.”

You over exaggerate a gasp making the 3rd year resident roll his eyes and let out a snort.

“Have you eaten?” he asks with a disinterested expression.

You sigh, shaking your head and going back to analyze the patient’s orders you received from another resident just a few minutes ago. “One of the professors got some food from the convenience store, but I haven’t had a chance to eat it.”

Yoongi looks at you with an awkward smile. “Well, you should uh. . . eat soon.”

You hold back your laugh at the tsundere doctor that you’ve managed to befriend during your three years of working at Yonsei University Hospital and instead shoot him a grateful look to minimize his discomfort of somewhat outwardly showing his care for you.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you say, making his face slightly pink in embarrassment. He awkwardly coughs and holds up his clipboard, lightly smacking it against the counter.

“Well, I’ll be in the night room,” he states, an indirect way of telling you to come find him if there was an emergency.

You nod and send him away, going right back to organizing other patient records and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. You sigh after what feels like a few hours but to your dismay, it’s only been thirty minutes.

Internally cursing the clock that reads 2am, you heave your lethargic body up from the comforts of your swivel chair and head over to the carts so you can replace a couple of patient’s IV drips.

Just a few more hours, you encourage yourself. A few more hours and your night shift for today will be over. It’ll be home at last.

//

“Babe?”

The voice that usually has the power to immediately form a smile on your face fails to do so as you trudge in through your door at 9 in the morning.

You hear feet shuffling as you haphazardly kick away your shoes and enter the living area of your small apartment. You fail to notice the sink empty of dirty dishes, coffee table clear of cups, plates, and wrappers, and your random clothes and objects previously strewn all over the floors, placed into a hamper or their original places.

Your boyfriend appears, head peeking out from behind the wall. 

“Well hello there,” you say in mild surprise, not having expected him to be over at your apartment so early in the morning.

Seokjin’s brows furrow before wrapping you in a brief hug. “Were you at the hospital this whole time?”

“Mmpgh,” you grunt in response, as he pulls away and you stumble past, heading straight to the couch. As you near the living room area, you realize his computer’s out, meaning that he must have been working before you came.

With a heavy sigh, you automatically collapse onto the couch. “Seokjin.”

“Hm?” Seokjin makes his way over to the couch as well, gently sitting on the sofa beside you. He gazes down at you with a soft smile, arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“M tired,” you mutter at which Seokjin chuckles, caressing your hair.

“I came early in the morning in hopes to cook us both breakfast,” he says. “I thought your night shift was two days from now.”

You weakly nod as your consciousness goes in and out. Curse Kim Seokjin and his warm, squishy body. You wrap your arms around Seokjin's waist, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“I had to cover for Mina,” you mumble. “You’re right though. I have another night shift, two days from now.”

Seokjin sighs, gently pushing away your hair from your mouth so you were laying down more comfortably. “Good job for another hard day at work.”

With all the energy left in you, you let out an empty laugh at your boyfriend’s encouraging words.

“Why did I go into nursing?” you sigh, detaching yourself from Seokjin and leaning back into the plush cushions of your sofa to fully lay down.

“Yeah, why did you?” Seokjin jokes, but you feel too tired to give him a solid kick in the shoulder as you normally would and quietly place your feet over his lap.

You groan, reaching over the coffee table to get a hold of the TV remote and turn on Netflix to continue rewatching your favorite medical drama of all time, Hospital Playlist.

You would think after another tiring night shift, you wouldn’t want to watch anything that has to do with your job. But contrary from that common belief, watching Hospital Playlist encouraged you to continue working hard at your job for the sake of humanity.

You silently play the fourth episode and turn up the volume, tossing the remote aside.

Seokjin slightly frowns at your lack of reaction and shuts his computer, wiggling over to you.

“Y/N~” Seokjin whines, form wrapping around your lifeless body.

“Hm?” you hum.

Seokjin sighs in content, your soft, warm body always reminding him of how you were his. His best friend was dating him. How wonderful was that?

“I love you,” he suddenly declares, plopping a kiss onto your cheek.

“I love you too,” you respond, drooping eyes honed onto the TV screen and not sparing him a glance.

Seokjin's nose slightly wrinkles at the lack of attention and chooses to glare at the surgery scene playing out before him.

For a while, Seokjin finds himself immersed in the drama. Then, a joke lights up his face.

“You know people say there’s some kind of foam stuck at hospitals?”

“Unbeliebbuble,” you cut off his joke, making Seokjin’s jaw slightly drop.

“You aren’t supposed to answer the joke!” he exclaims, making you snort at his overreaction.

“I’m sorry Jin,” you sigh with a playful glint in your eye as you reach up to ruffle his hair. “You said that one too many times.”

Seokjin huffs, removing himself from your body and propping up his computer. You seemed way tired than usual and Seokjin tried to think of ways to cheer you up. He hated seeing you so drained of energy.

Seokjin half-heartedly emails back his superiors, mind running a mile a minute in hopes to get an idea of how to cheer you up.

“Hey,” Seokjin starts off, turning to face you with a lunch suggestion on his tongue, then shuts up when your knocked out state is all he sees.

Seokjin suppresses his grin, quickly fiddling around for his phone and snapping a closeup picture of your mouth dangling open.

“Y/N,” he whispers. “Aren’t you going to wash up?”

No response.

Seokjin’s lip quirks up as you don’t even stir and spends a solid minute staring at your face. He sees how you’ve already taken your makeup off. Or how it came off with the long work hours you’ve had to suffer through. Despite your hair being slightly greasy and drool starting to dribble out the corner of your mouth, Seokjin  coos, wondering how he had managed to gain your romantic affection after those long years of a platonic relationship.

When you slightly twitch, Seokjin loudly snorts and carries you up from the couch, walking over to your bedroom. He changes you into your loungewear and throws your clothes into the hamper, tucking you in and closing the door shut.

Seokjin heads over to the kitchen, deciding to cook up lunch so when you wake up you wouldn’t resort to cup noodles.

A few hours later, a brief rustling makes you stir in your sleep as you continue drifting in and out of your dream. The sound of a door slamming shut jolts you out of your imaginary scene between you and your boyfriend out on a date and you groan, wondering when you had snuggled into your bed. Looking down, you tug on your nightshirt in confusion.

You roll your eyes, a small smile lifting on your puffy, chapped lips as you realize Seokjin had taken care of you yet again.

You roll out of bed and into your bathroom to wake yourself up by doing your normal morning routine. After some refreshing skincare, you make your way into the kitchen, already having decided to just clear another two bowls of cup ramen. To your pleasant surprise, a full-on meal was already awaiting you.

You shake your head, obviously Seokjin being the one who had prepared this grand meal. At the sight of the rice and soup neatly placed beside each other, your stomach loudly grumble and you make a quick mental note to call Seokjin later and dig into the rice and the various side dishes.

“Is it good?”

“HMPFGH!” you choke on the kimchi you were scarfing down, a violent series of coughs erupting at the unexpected voice that interrupted your meal.

Seokjin alarmingly pats your back, reaching for the water cup and handing it to you. With tears in your eyes, you take massive gulps of water and gasp out a deep breath.

“I thought you left!” you finally say after the whole ordeal.

Seokjin nods, walking over the chair across from you and gestures to you to keep eating. “I went out so I could restock your snacks. Food must be good, huh? You didn’t even hear me coming in!”

“Well, first of all, thank you, kind sir, for buying snacks,” you say with a playful glare. “But just so you know, the food is alright. Don’t wanna feed into your ever-growing ego.”

Seokjin scoffs, leaning back and arms starting to move animatedly as a small smile naturally comes up onto his lips. “WOWWW. This is what I get for cooking a whole meal for my dear girlfriend who was knocked out from her night shift! WAAH.”

A giggle erupts between your lips as you shove another spoonful of rice into your mouth. You miss the way Seokjin fondly smiles, leaning forward with a shameless stare.

“Finally,” he mumbles.

“Hm?” you look up from your chewing, eyes wide in confusion.

Seokjin nods to himself. “Of course. Sleep is always the answer.”

Your brows furrow at his randomness. “What are you talking about?”

Seokjin’s bottom lip instinctively juts out as he props his chin on his hand. “I tried to cuddle with you, attempted to tell you one of my foolproof jokes-”

You bark out a laugh that Seokjin blatantly ignores.

“Cleaned your whole apartment and cooked you a meal,” Seokjin dramatically sighs.

You gasp, looking up with an apologetic expression. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Jin.”

Seokjin remains silent, looking down at his cup.

“I was so tired that I didn’t even notice you decluttered everything and. . . washed the dishes?” you gasp once more when spotting an empty sink, pouting at your boyfriend. “I’m so sorry.”

You put down your spoon with a sigh, getting up and smacking your lips onto Seokjin’s for a brief second. Immediately, Seokjin cracks a smile, unable to contain his laughter.

“What the heck,” you scoff. “You were acting!?”

Seokjin laughs, pinching your cheek without care of your protests. “How could I ever be mad at my wonderfully perfectly utterly clueless girlfriend?”

Seokjin giggles at your glare. “I’m just kidding. Of course, I don’t blame you. I never can and never will. You’re working so much these days. It’s obvious for you to not be. . . fully awake?”

“I’m sorry,” you frown, grabbing a piece of fish cake to bring into your bowl.

“Don’t be,” Seokjin grins. “At least you smiled.”

“What?” you say, giving Seokjin a weirded out look.

“I’m telling you!” Seokjin sighs with a shake of his head. “All you women need is sleep. Not a man.”

You chortle out a laugh at his statement and nod. “I one hundred percent agree.”

Seokjin breaks out into laughter mid-scoff, unable to resist your contagious laughter.

“Let’s go outside after you’re done eating,” Seokjin suggests.

“No,” you deadpan, making him flinch. “I wanna finish rewatching Hospital Playlist.”

“You already watched that drama three ti-”

“I’ll give you that cuddle session I wasn’t able to give you earlier,” you interrupt with a wink.

Seokjin breaks out into a grin. “That actually sounds a lot better than a walk in the park.”

You laugh at his eagerness and continue eating with satisfied hums at his cooking. Seokjin wipes the sauce at the corner of your lip and continues to blatantly stare, feeling his heart swell at the sight of your lips stretching into a smile.

//

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed whatever this was LOL. I was slightly debating how to approach this request but i hope it turned out alright!! Seokjin’s cute or whateva.

[unoriginalurl77]

for the fandom asks: K N O S (any of the deh kids !!) Z (…deh :>)

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

I should probably name specific content creators but I don’t want to leave anyone out so !! Here is an open love letter to every content creator. To everyone who makes fanart and fanfics and mood/stimboards and headcanons and fandom-based servers and cosplays and memes and ANYTHING!! Also to everyone who comments on fics and reblogs posts with nice tags: I love all of you !! Your contributions are what make fandom such a fun and interesting place!! Stay wonderful <3 

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom 

Homestuck is my main rn so things I wish I saw more of:

- Those fashion/outfit drawings. I love when people design new outfits for characters and I want to see More.

- Lyricstucks ;-; there are SO MANY good ones, it’s definitely not something that’s lacking, but you know. Always good to have more.

- Cosplay skits !! There used to be a bunch of them and I miss them <33

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

I tried putting my playlist on shuffle but the universe is laughing at me bc the first song to come up was fucking. Karkalicious. And the following ones were not better SO !! I am saying that Cave In by Owl City is and will forever be an Evan Hansen song.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon 

Connor Murphy LOVES animals !!! All of them, he’s just an animal guy. He likes “gross/weird” animals like spiders and snakes but also he loves kittens and dogs. They just make him happy (or at the very least give ~good vibes~ when he’s not happy) so :)

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go 

I’m a lil embarrassed rambling about DEH to you because I feel like you have so much more interesting thoughts on it than I do aaaaa. But ok I think Dear Evan Hansen is really great and I think it lowkey got me back into fandom? Like I was always pretty into fandoms in consuming category but I have done SO MANY roleplays for deh and actually made friends through it and actually written fics?? And while I did these things before deh there was definitely a big spike because of this fandom and I think that’s really cool! And I think this is worded badly but it did say ramble. 

[jacksallys]

hello !! i was tagged by @calumthoodshands & @ashesonthefloor to do this <3

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people!

okay i dont wanna shuffle my on repeat bc... some of us have been listening to a lot of hsm recently so <3 its not an accurate representation of my music taste rn. so im gonna shuffle my all i want is for someone to love me as much as i love these songs playlist bc thats probably the closest thing i have to a favourites playlist or smth?? idk

r u mine? by arctic monkeys i feel like this one is self explanatory... i just like arctic monkeys a little idk. maybe im in love w alex turner !! its not my favourite off of the album and tbh i feel like i probably dont ?? apreciate it as much as i should honestly bc it sorta slaps (i have no memory of adding this to this playlist tho?? im pretty sure i just added all of am but)

boys will be bugs by cavetown this song reminds me of simon snow. thats my only explanation for loving it this much. also its a little fun to cry to idk. i would Not fuck someone up if they were mean to bugs bc im slightly terrified of them but <3 its the vibes idk

cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant !! this song god i hate the fact that i love it but <3 the vibes !!! yes pls i cant explain it but it has such ?? main character energy for a song. makes me feel like im in the opening scenes of a dumb coming of age film. its just so so pretty idk. maybe i romantisied my age w this a lil as well, who knows idk 

love story by taylor swift do i have to explain this? no. its self explanatory. sometimes its awfully Freeing to loop this and cry for an hour (tho my sisters realised that besides love song this is one of my sexy Breakdown songs so she always checks on me if she hears it)

out of touch by dove cameron !!!!!! one of my favourites by her. god its such a banger n im lowkey sorta in love w her and just the vibes of ?? this song. the aesthetic is a lil cute idk. also have i mentioned im in love w her <3

hopelessly devoted to you by glee cast well. in my defence. sometimes,,, i feel things. okay

love song by yungblud hm. well. lets just say that,,, as of Right Now (perhaps ive had it on a loop for the past four hours idk) ive listened to this song,,, 788 times this week. and over 2000 times since it was released in december,,, within !!! one week of it being released i. listened to it so much that it replaced she looks so perfect as my top song on spotify. i have a sexy and slightly healthy coping mechanism and this is it <3

turbulent by waterparks god this is the first song that i heard by waterparks that ??? made me get really into their music. maybe i played it a little too much during... i wanna say the summer of 2019. yes. that summer. its a banger and tbh i havent actually listened to it in a sec so :))

sex by the 1975 ahhhh ok at this point ive made it my only personality trait that. the 1975 is my favourite band,,, this is ?? a banger. not my favourite song by them at all (give urself a try hehe) but it always reminds me of when i saw them live in feb 2020... this was? the second song they played. idk its just :)))) nostalgic n a banger

lemons by brye ft. cavetown i think i found this song ??? looking for songs to put in my carry on fic playlist but lowkey... it slaps. idk its just a bit of a banger honestly 10/10 would recommend??? just... the chorus... its Chill but also not? like it is but. idk my brain is mushy i think i need a nap

idk who to tag so !!! @compulsiveidiota & @boomerangbassist

[melonkooky]

unlike the others [kim taehyung]

requested

word count: 5940

genre: fluff, angst, fluff, like a sandwich

warnings: idk if this counts, and i don’t want to spoil the story, but basically, one boyfriend was a dick, and the other was a fuckboy

author’s note: i’m sorry requests are taking a while. prompts: 44. “i’m not him.” 47. “what if i prove you wrong?” 53. “ask for permission.” i also had to alter some of the prompts to make them fit. anyways, enjoy this long ass one shot!!!! (lowkey proud of this)

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

--- [april 13] ---

you sighed tiredly as you plopped down onto the floor, your chest heaving with every deep breath you took. you and your group had been practicing hard lately. seeing as your group was a newly debuted group under bighit entertainment, there were unspoken high expectations. your leader was a great leader. she was always encouraging everyone to do their best and to practice hard. sure, it was challenging and hard on your body, but you knew it was for the best. it was lunchtime, which meant a break for everyone.

your group followed your actions, sitting on the floor while two of the four members found spots on the bench. “ah, i’m so hungry.” a member, penny, groaned tiredly.

you nodded, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. other members all mumbled “me too”. you sighed at a sudden feeling, as you sat on the floor. your body was just calming down, but now you had to stand up and use the restroom. “i’ll be right back guys.”

the members remained silent as you stood up and walked out of the practice room. a bathroom was just down the hall. you slowly made your way there. but your walk was interrupted. a door opened halfway between your practice room and the bathrooms. you stopped just as a blue-haired young man stepped outside, he too breathing heavily. you recognized him as kim taehyung, a member of the infamous group bts. you blushed slightly and immediately bowed out of respect. he turned to you with a wide smile, bowing in return. “oh, hey.” he hadn’t noticed you standing there.

you smiled, feeling a bit nervous.

“did you just get done with practice?” he asked, walking to you.

you nodded. “you?”

he nodded as well, wiping his forehead with his hand. his blue-raspberry-colored hair was sticking to the perspiration underneath, and was messy. he must of ran his hand through his hair multiple times while dancing hard in order for his hair to look like that.

you knew you would be seeing kim taehyung around, since you were under the same agency and therefore were labelmates. but you still felt nervous around him. you have met all the members before, lots of times as a matter of fact. but never have you been with one alone, without any of the members. taehyung stared at you a bit, as if he was studying your features. you blushed as his eyes were on you, but luckily it wasn’t noticeable as your face was already red and hot from dancing all morning. you sighed in order to break the silence between you and taehyung, “well, i was heading to the restrooms.”

taehyung’s eyes widened slightly. “oh yeah! sorry, go ahead.” he gestured down the hall, stepping aside for you. he laughed shyly.

you smiled and bowed once more before hurrying down the hall and fleeing into the bathroom. you released a heavy breath, one that you unknowingly held, as you turned around and locked the door. your heart was beating fast. you shook your head as you recalled the encounter you had just now. “no,” you reminded yourself quietly, “you can’t. you shouldn’t.”

you finally used the restroom. after washing your hands, you splashed some water onto your face and the back of your neck. you were finally cooled down and calm again, although your arms and legs felt like large anvils were hanging off of them. you dried your hands on a towel next to you and left the bathroom, making your way down to your practice room.

while walking, you subconsciously slowed your pace. out of curiosity, you peeked into bts’ practice room through the windows in the doors. instantly, you spotted the blue-haired man that you conversed with earlier. you sighed and looked away, forcing any thoughts that formed in your head to go away.

you walked into the practice room, finding that your members were still in their places. your leader, sujung, was laying on the floor with her eyes closed, her phone next to her. your other two members, penny and yeonhee, were resting together on the bench - or rather penny had her head in yeonhee’s lap. you sat down next to sujung, gaining her attention. “are we going to get food?” you asked, rubbing your abdomen.

she sat up and crossed her legs underneath her. “perhaps manager kim can pick up something for us.”

you nodded, glancing back at penny and yeonhee. “guys!” you yelled.

penny flinched and her eyes shot open from fear. she immediately glared at you. you, sujung, and yeonhee laughed at penny’s reaction. in response, she shook her head as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “you should have seen your face.” yeonhee laughed.

“so anyway, what do we want for lunch?” sujung asked?

--- [april 17] ---

you packed up your things into your backpack, including a small, white towel, and extra t-shirt, and your now empty water bottle. you slipped on your hoodie, afterwards grabbing your backpack and swinging it onto your shoulder. suddenly, someone jumped behind you, causing you to squeal in shock. you heard laughing behind, and you instantly knew who it was. “penny...” you groaned.

she laughed and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “that’s for the other day.”

you turned around and walked alongside of her as everyone left the practice room for the night. all the members talked about upcoming events, especially about how sujung was currently writing new songs for an upcoming album. suddenly though, you heard laughing coming from down the hallway. you looked ahead, looking passed sujung and yeonhee, recognizing a familiar group of boys. “hello, guys.” they greeted.

you followed along with your group and smiled back, waving to them too. “are you guys going home?” hoseok asked, looking at sujung.

she nodded.

“alright then, see you tomorrow.”

we bowed and started walking away from the group of boys. you were already thinking about slipping into bed and sleeping in until the early hours of the afternoon, until someone caught your attention, just as you were walking by.

taehyung.

you met his eyes, finding that he was looking at you as well. he smiled slightly and seemed happy, despite looking a little tired. you felt yourself smiling back, the corners of your lips tugging upward. his cheeks glowed a rosy red after, and you swore, his eyes twinkled a bit like the stars. you felt your stomach flip slightly, causing you to hurry along and join your members. you sighed, reminding yourself to not fall for anyone. however, that night, taehyung couldn’t leave your mind.

--- [april 18] ---

you came to the building by yourself. it was supposed to be a break day for you and your group, but you felt like practicing more. dancing wasn’t necessarily your strong suit, so you always felt that it was good enough. as much as you wanted to sleep in to the early hours of the afternoon, you knew that practicing would do you good. practice makes perfect, right?

after you entered the empty practice room, you carelessly tossed your backpack off to the side. you walked towards the stereo and computer, connecting the long white cord to your phone because you had a playlist made of all the dances you’ve ever learned. you hit shuffle. instantly music began to play with a strong bass, and you hurried over to the center of the room and began following the routine.

a few songs later, you were feeling the impact of nonstop dancing. but you didn’t want to stop. you continued ambitiously, forcing yourself to dance and follow each step as smoothly and as fluidly as possible. however, the music suddenly stopped. the air in the room fell still and silent, which felt unusual after having been listening to loud music for the passed twenty minutes. you whipped your head around towards where your phone laid, instead finding taehyung standing there with your phone in his hand. you narrowed your eyes at him, your eyebrows knitting together in bewilderment. “why did you do that?”

with an innocent expression, taehyung shrugged his broad shoulders. “you were pushing yourself.”

you stared at him, while trying your best to even your breathing. “i was just practicing.” you stated, slowly walking towards him.

he looked at you. “i know what’s it like, trust me.”

you stood in front of him as he set your phone back down on the desk. he then reached out, grabbing a water bottle that he had set there just seconds ago when he walked in. he handed the bottle of water to you.

you hesitated before thanking him, and taking the water bottle. you twisted the cap off and held the bottle to your lips, allowing the cool liquid to run down your throat in a satisfying fashion. you really needed it.

“so,” you began. “may i ask why you are here?”

“i was walking by when i noticed you in here. you were alone, so i guess i wanted to talk to you.”

you nodded. “what do you want to talk about?”

taehyung stared at you, almost in a confused daze. he paused before sighing, “i don’t know.”

you laughed a bit, causing taehyung to smile. little did you know, taehyung had already fallen for you. he was doing his best in attracting your attention. if only you were notice the way he looked at you, the way he reacted, or acted around you. perhaps then would you realize.

finally, taehyung spoke up. “actually, i was wondering if you wanted to get some lunch with me.”

you almost replied with a positive answer, until you looked down and noticed your attire: a loose t-shirt and leggings, along with a messy ponytail. not to mention that you were hot and sweaty. “um, perhaps a belated lunch.”

taehyung blushed and nodded, feeling a bit shy. “yes, of course.”

you smiled before asking, “um, where should we meet after i go home and shower?”

taehyung thought to himself for a bit. he felt nervous at his next thought. he brought a hand up to his nose, lightly brushing his finger under it. “how about we, uh, exchange...numbers? and then when i find a place i’ll text you?” he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

you blushed, finding yourself chewing on your bottom lip. “o-okay, sure. my phone is just here.” you mumbled as you picked up your electronic device, unplugging it. you unlocked it and opened up the contacts app, handing it to taehyung. “just text yourself when you’re finished.”

taehyung made his contact, filling in his info, before handing your phone back to you. he seemed enthusiastically happy, which made you smile. “alright,” you sighed as you began to back away towards your backpack. “i’ll see you in a bit then.”

taehyung nodded and waved, a bright grin on his face. “i’ll text you.”

you nodded, watching him leave the practice room. you waited a minute, before smiling, giggling to yourself. but then you shook your head. “just friends, y/n.”

---

after a nice shower, you changed into a more attractive outfit. it was spring, so you put on a skirt with a sweater, finding a nice pair of vans to go with your outfit. you brought your sunglasses, as well as your bag. and your [hair characteristic] hair was natural and down. you told the members that you were going out for a bit, before heading to the place that taehyung texted you to go to.

luckily for you, it wasn’t a bad or long walk. as you headed to the destination, your mind wandered to taehyung, and how he got there. you didn’t know where bts’ dorm was, so for all you knew, it could have been quite a long walk. you didn’t know if taehyung could drive, or had a car. that’s when you realized that it happened again. taehyung was on your mind. you couldn’t believe yourself.

now you were having second thoughts about this date, causing you to slow down your pace. you already could spot the small cafe that taehyung had sent an address to, just down the sidewalk you were walking along. you wondered if he was there already, waiting for you.

you felt extremely nervous. you hadn’t felt like this before you left, or made plans with him. you sighed and stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. you swallowed hard as you began to picture your past, being reminded of all the pain you had experienced. you didn’t want to remember those times, but it seemed that those memories were ingrained into your brain. you shut your eyes, forcing yourself to continue, forcing those painful thoughts away. you were just going to be friends with taehyung, that’s it.

taehyung was naturally friendly, he could make a friend with the snap of his fingers. it was just who he was as a person. and that became the only reason why you were walking into the cafe, looking for taehyung, because taehyung simply just wanted to be your friend.

you spotted him after some studying of some faces. he was disguised a bit, wearing a beanie and a face mask. but he seemed to spot you, and when he removed mask, allowing you to recognize him. you immediately went to the table and sat down across from him, placing your bag in the empty chair next to you. “hey.” you greeted.

“hey.”

you leaned closer to him with an apologetic look on your face. “have you been waiting long?”

he immediately shook his head. “no, no, i just got here too. don’t worry.”

the waiter then arrived and asked if you wanted anything to drink. you replied with [your favorite drink], before looking at taehyung. he ordered what he wanted before leaning on top of the table and looking at you. “so, how are you?”

“i’m alright. you?” you replied, looking into his eyes.

he smiled. “i’m good actually.”

“every time you smile, i smile. it’s like a chain reaction. you’re contagious.” you commented jokingly.

taehyung laughed. “good, i like when you smile.”

you blushed and stared at taehyung for a bit before turning your gaze to the windows across from you on the other side. you looked around the cafe, admiring some of the detail. “i have a weird question. how did you get here?” you asked out of curiosity.

taehyung looked at you while leaning a bit closer to you. “i walked here.”

“me too. do you live far from here?”

taehyung looked around before leaning closer to you, probably checking for any fans or people that might have potentially recognized him. you leaned closer as well, wondering what he was going to tell you. his voice was quiet and deep. he was close enough that you could feel his breath against your ear, sending chills down your spine, “the dorm is just a few blocks away, on [street]. it’s [dorm address].”

he leaned back again, resting his elbows on the table, pretending as if he didn’t just tell you where he lived. he kept admiring you from across the table. there was a pretty glint in his dark brown eyes. he had his unique, contagious smile that always jumbled and mixed your insides, and a voice so deep and smooth, it made your heart skip a beat and brought heat to your cheeks. even though the way taehyung looked at you was polite and loving, it still reminded you of your very first boyfriend, someone you wished you could forget.

you sighed, feeling your mood gradually decline. it was hard to not think about something when you are telling yourself to not think about it. taehyung looked at you with worry, noticing you mood. “hey, is something wrong?”

you shook your head immediately. “no, no. nothing’s wrong.” he didn’t seem to believe you, so you put on a smile, hoping that he wouldn’t think anything of it. “so, what are you planning on ordering?” you asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

taehyung hummed, glancing at the menu again. “i’m thinking some soup.”

you nodded. “soup sounds nice right now.”

---

after spending a majority of the evening with taehyung, you could feel yourself falling for him. he was just so nice, and kind, and polite, and always found a way to make you laugh. he was truly a beautiful soul. but, deep in your mind, you were scared of things progressing any further.

after lunch, when it was time to head home, taehyung insisted on walking you to your dorm. “please?” he begged with an adorable pout.

you laughed at him childish side. “i’ll be fine, taehyung. don’t worry. besides, you should go home yourself.”

taehyung stared at you, almost as if he was trying to telepathically change your mind. you grinned with a light blush in your cheeks. “i’m not changing my mind.”

taehyung sighed and shook his head. you knew he was just being dramatic, trying to get you to let him walk with you. you ignored him for a bit, waiting for him to give up and head in the direction of his dorm. but he really wasn’t taking no for an answer. with a dramatic, teasing sigh, you said, “god, you really are an actor.”

taehyung immediately broke into a grin, obviously proud of himself. “lead the way then.” he replied.

you and taehyung talked a lot during the entire date, including during lunch and the walk. it was easy to feel comfortable around him. after the walk to your dorm, you turned and looked at him. “thank you for taking me out to lunch. i’ve never been to that cafe before.”

taehyung looked at you, slightly confused. “why not?”

you shrugged. “just haven’t thought about it, i guess.”

taehyung nodded. “it’s one of my favorite places. it reminds me of home.”

you smiled. “that’s sweet.”

taehyung was about to say something next, but he hesitated, wondering if it was too early to say anything. but he felt that it was right, he was just extremely nervous. “well, do you think we can keep seeing each other?” he asked timidly. “you know, get to know each other?”

you felt your heart skip a beat at his words, but not in a good way. it was in a guilty way. you felt terrible for having to reject him, but you just weren’t ready for another relationship. you were scared to be in another relationship. you reluctantly shook your head, swallowing the big lump in your throat. “w-we’ll see. we should focus on our careers first.”

you were about to turn and head inside, but you glanced at taehyung one last time, wanting to know how he had reacted. he was watching you with a small, heartbroken smile on his face, and his eyes no longer had the bright, starry glint in them. you felt absolutely terrible, but you couldn’t let yourself fall for another man. you were too scared to. “i’ll see you around, taehyung.”

he nodded, giving you a light wave before turning around and leaving. you sighed heavily, finally slipping into the dorm. penny immediately greeted you with a smile from the kitchen. “hey, y/n.”

“hey.” you replied monotonously.

her smile dropped, sensing that you weren’t feeling all too well. “are you okay?”

you nodded a yes, but of course your expression said otherwise. she walked out of the kitchen, coming in front of you. she looked at you with concern. “did something happen? who did you go out with?”

you looked at her, hesitant to reply. should you tell her? she was your best friend and fellow member, after all. why did you feel like hiding it in the first place? “taehyung.” you admitted.

her eyes widened, a smile gradually forming. “kim taehyung? oh my god! how did it go?”

you shrugged. “it was fine, but… never mind.”

penny sighed and pulled you into a tight hug. “i’m sure everything’s fine, y/n.”

“thank you, penny.”

she nodded. “well, i’m making dinner, but i guess you just ate.”

you nodded and smiled lightly, before glancing at the steaming pot in the kitchen. “just make sure there’s some leftovers for me.” and with that you separated from penny and disappeared into your bedroom.

--- [april 28] ---

things became slow between you and taehyung. and you knew for a fact that it was - unintentionally - your doing. you wanted to talk to him, you knew that you were attracted to him at this point. but you were also scared to get close to him. you past has proved to you that boys were always going to cause problems for you.

you sighed as you sat down on the bench in your practice room. once again, the blue-haired singer was on your mind, and this time there was no point in ignoring it. taehyung has tried countless times to talk to you and get to know you more, and you were beginning to get the hint that there was something going on between you and him. you tried to convince yourself that he was different than the others, but it always brought you to your past boyfriends. and all the thinking and remembering of the bad things in your past has caused your mood to come down. you were no longer the happy, joyful y/n as you were known to be. you were quiet, always gazing or zoning out.

your members had noticed your change as well. penny had mentioned to sujung and yeonhee about you and how you went out with taehyung. but she said that you hadn’t seemed happy when you got home that day. none of them knew what was wrong. they didn’t know about the problems in your past. you hadn’t bothered to tell them because it had never been brought up. it was unnecessary information, in your opinion.

your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a presence next to you. you looked up from the spot on the floor that you had been admiring, expecting to find penny or any of your members sitting next to you. but it was taehyung. it was only you and him in the practice room. your members had disappeared. you looked at him, extremely confused. “what are you doing here?”

“i want to know what’s wrong.” he stated bluntly, looking at you has he leaned back against the wall.

you shook your head. “nothing’s wrong.”

taehyung sighed, giving you a look that you knew meant that he knew you were lying. “sujung, yeonhee, and penny have noticed something off about you. i asked them about it.”

you remained quiet, keeping your eyes directed to the ground in front of you.

taehyung continued. “y/n, i’m not going to hide it anymore. i like you. i am practically in love with you.”

you turned him, suddenly annoyed. “why? you don’t even know me.”

the singer next to you sounded desperate and upset, and the tone in his voice, your heart cracked at each word he spoke. “exactly! and i can’t talk to you or get to know you better if you don’t tell me anything. you don’t even talk to me anymore. we’re laughing and having a great time one minute, and then the next, you change and become quiet.” he paused. “i just don’t understand. when we went to that cafe, you seemed fine and happy. we talked for hours, and laughed for hours. and then later, your mood just...changed.”

hearing how taehyung felt, you felt your chest grow heavy. you felt guilty, and ashamed that all of this was due to you. taehyung was just trying to get closer to you because he was in love with you, and you shut him out or cut him off every time. but, in your defense, you were scared and hesitant. you needed to explain to taehyung everything, and then maybe he would understand. you shook your head as you finally spoke, “alright, i’ll tell you everything, taehyung. i’m sorry.”

he was silent, but you knew he was still there. you had never opened up about your past, so you were nervous. “it’s just, my past relationships… they all ended badly.” there, you finally said it.

slowly, you looked up at taehyung, meeting his eyes. his full attention was on you. he was clearly interested in what you were going to say next. “y/n,” he urged quietly, reassuringly.

you felt that you could trust taehyung. so you began, “my first boyfriend was in my early years of high school, probably sophomore year. when i first met him, he was kind, and respectful, and complimented me whenever he had a chance to, and he showed interest in me. i fell for him instantly, after all he was my first boyfriend ever. so we started dating, and a month later, he finally showed his true colors. he was possessive, and angry, and was always jealous. if i so much spoke with another guy, he would threaten me someway or another, or would start a fight with the other guy. i was scared to leave him. i was scared that he would hurt someone, even me. i don’t know what i was thinking then. i was young.” you paused as you felt a tear slip out of your eye.

taehyung watched you intently. he wanted to wipe the tear away, and pull you into a hug, and comfort you, and to rid you of the pain from your past, but he held himself back. he didn’t want to force himself onto you, and make you uncomfortable.

he waited patiently for you continue, sensing that there was more. “my second and last boyfriend was a bit later in high school, after i finally broke up with my first. again, i fell for him. just like my last once, he started off extremely nice, liked to buy me gifts, and flattered me. but it turned out, he did that with every girl. he just wanted to get into their pants. i found out when i caught him cheating on me with another girl, they were making out in his car. and then, when i confronted him about it, he didn’t seem fazed at all, like he hadn’t felt a thing during the time we were together… since then, i just felt that i can’t trust anyone.” you felt more tears escape. “since then, i’ve been scared to date anyone. they always started out nice, but then after some time, nothing works out, and it hurts.”

taehyung hesitantly reached for your hand. he wanted to comfort you, and tell you that he was there for you. you jumped slightly at the sudden feeling of his hand over yours, but his skin was warm and comforting. his skin was soft and reassuring.

you inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm yourself down. “i’m sorry, taehyung.” you mumbled. “i tried to convince myself… i knew you weren’t like those two, but i just, every time you were nice to me, i was brought back to that time. you reminded me of those two, and then i would remember the outcome of those relationships.”

taehyung looked at you with determination in his eyes. “well, i’m not him, or the other guy.”

you met his eyes, finding yourself falling for him even more. you felt terrible, you did, but you still felt hesitant.

taehyung continued to speak, his voice soft and calming. his face lightened, as an idea popped into his head, “what if i prove you wrong?”

you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowing. “what do you mean?”

“i’ll show you that i am unlike those two assholes.”

you felt the corners of your lips tug up at what taehyung had called your exes. you felt your heart lighten a bit as well. taehyung lightly squeezed your hand. “i’ll show you how a real boyfriend should treat his significant other. i promise, i won’t mistreat you in anyway. i wouldn’t even think of doing that.”

you stared at taehyung. the effect he had on you, you knew he was different.

“and if i ever make you feel uncomfortable, you tell me, okay? don’t be afraid.” taehyung was determined you could tell, and taking everything seriously. you admired him for that. you had never told anyone about your two exes and what they had done, or how they had acted towards you. but telling taehyung everything, and how he took it seriously, you felt your chest lighten in weight. you felt relieved. you were thankful for him.

“what do you say?” he asked, placing his second hand on your empty hand and pulling you closer to him, “would you let me have a shot?”

you stared into his dark eyes, thinking for a second. but just a second, because you were already nodding your answer with a happy smile. “yes.”

taehyung grinned heartily. “i’ll take things slow. and i won’t rush you into anything.”

you smiled, feeling a few more tears cascade down your cheeks. you quickly shook your head. “i trust you, kim taehyung.”

taehyung pulled you into a hug, which surprised you. you slowly wrapped your arms around him, taking in newfound love and affection. he pulled away, almost as if he didn’t want to let you go. “well, i’ll let you practice some more. your members are probably getting bored outside.”

you looked at taehyung. “you told them to wait outside?”

he nodded sheepishly. “i wanted to talk to you privately. and i’m glad i did.”

as you looked at taehyung (and as he continued to speak), you could feel your cheeks redden. your heart was already beating fast. it was close to exploding out of your ribcage. taehyung removed his hands from yours in order to push himself off of the bench. the cold air met your skin, and you wished he would hold your hands just for a bit longer. you sighed proudly as you watched taehyung leave the practice room. but just as he was about to leave, your blue-haired man turned to you and smiled. then, he slipped out of the practice room.

your members filed into the practice room soon after, penny already rushing towards you. “did you guys talk things out?” she asked urgently.

you sighed, “you were in on it too?”

she nodded, before pointing at the members. “taehyung came up to us while you were spacing out in your corner and asked if he could talk to you alone. it seemed urgent. besides, we all want you to be happy.”

you glanced at your members, smiling widely. “well, thank you.”

--- [may 1] ---

you heard a faint buzzing noise resonating from your nightstand. it brought you out of your sleepy state, much to your dismay. with a heavy sigh, you sat up in your bed and reached for your phone. you picked it up, unplugging it from the charger, and saw that taehyung - your boyfriend - was calling you. you smiled happily, forgetting that you had been forced to wake up. you answered his call, “hello?”

“y/n!” taehyung yelled happily, “how are you?”

“i’m fine. i just woke up.”

taehyung let out a laugh.

“what?” you asked defensively.

“you do realize that it’s almost the afternoon, right?”

you sighed and brought your hand up to rub the bridge of your nose. “hey, if you’re going to be my boyfriend, you have to get used to me sleeping in most mornings. besides, i deserve this.”

“sorry, sorry, sorry. i just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out today.”

“what were you thinking?”

“i want to know what you want to do.”

you hummed a bit. “how about a walk in the park? is it warm outside?”

“yeah, it’s warming up quite a bit. so, a walk in a park. i’m coming to pick you up then. we’ll go there together.”

you nodded excitedly. “i’ll see you soon then.” you sang.

taehyung blushed on the other line, a wide, boxy smile on his face. “see you soon.” he repeated.

after hanging up with your boyfriend (of three days), you got out of bed and took a quick shower. you got ready into clothes fit for summer, and afterwards dried your hair. you made sure you were ready before waiting in your bedroom. as you waited for taehyung, you felt nervous, but it was a whole new kind of nervous. it wasn’t the negative kind where you were worried that something bad was going to happen. it was the type of nervous that made you happy, like nervous excitement, while anticipating what was going to happen next.

finally, the doorbell rang. you heard one of your members begin to get up to answer the door, as the noise from the television had stopped, but you yelled, “i’ll get it!”

you zoomed out of your bedroom with a pair of shoes and your bag in your hands. you saw that yeonhee was the one about to answer the door. she was frozen in her place, a bit surprised. “where are you going?” she asked.

you slipped on your shoes in a hurry. then, instead of replying with words, you opened the door, revealing your boyfriend standing on the other side. taehyung waved at yeonhee, while flashing her a shy smile, before turning to you. yeonhee’s mouth gaped slightly, forming an o shape. she nodded, “o-oh, okay.”

you blushed slightly as you stepped outside of the dorm, shutting the door behind you. “you ready?” you said, looking at taehyung.

he nodded. “of course.”

you and taehyung began walking to the park. you and him talked naturally, the topic constantly changing. you really enjoyed his presence. he made you feel at ease, and comfortable, like you didn’t have to worry about anything.

“what’s your favorite food?” taehyung asked randomly.

“hmm… i have to say [favorite food].”

taehyung stopped and looked at you. “i love that too.”

you stopped soon after and laughed at his reaction. “do you really?”

“but then again, i love lots of things.”

you rolled your eyes, a laugh escaping your lips, and continued walking along the sidewalk without your companion. taehyung jogged to join you again, laughing as he walked alongside of you. a comfortable silence fell between you and taehyung, before his deep voice sounded suddenly, “hey.”

“hm?” you looked at you, squinting slightly from the bright rays of (hoseok) the sun directly above you.

taehyung looked down for a second, before meeting your eyes once again. if it wasn’t so hot outside, taehyung’s strong gaze would have been the reason for you melting. the blue-haired man could make your insides flip just with a simple gaze. “i am asking for permission to hold your hand.”

taehyung was being serious, there was no hint of joking around. however, you couldn’t help but laugh. “taehyung, you don’t have to ask.”

taehyung pouted slightly while slipping his hand into yours, intertwining his long fingers with your own. he pulled you closer to his side as you and him continued to follow the path of the park. “well, i said i wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, so i was asking you first.”

you blushed. “taehyung, i trust you. you are definitely not like my exes.”

taehyung smiled proudly, swinging the clasped hands between you both. “i’m glad you trust me.” he spoke softly and quietly, probably so that you wouldn’t hear him. but you did. you smiled in response and continued walking, enjoying taehyung’s company under the sun’s warm rays of light. taehyung was different you knew now, and you were glad to have him in your life.