#of all of the new album songs to get stuck in my head… it’s this and abs.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[novelconcepts]

novel inquiring minds want to know; does the title of your fic Your Savior Doesn’t Look a Thing Like Me come from the paramore song Idle Worship, or someplace else? please this is incredibly important

It absolutely comes from that song.

[todayisafridaynight]

on the one hand listening to music while drawing is an easy solution to wanting uninterrupted background noise While I Draw however the downside is every time a new song starts theres a 50/50 chance that ill remember how i wanted to make an animatic/comic for it and ill scream inside

[deus-ex-mona]

man. this song reminds me of physiology class

[mainstreamangel]

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You love your girl, your girl loves you.

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): for the sake of this fic she's on the dw team but the uconn players if that makes sense?

WC: 1.6k

Reporters called your name. Microphones were shoved in your face, some asking about rumors and allegations, other asking about your career.

You kept your head down, holding onto Paige's hand as she walked in front of you, trying her best to push the paparazzi out of your guys' way.

"Paige, how does it feel to date a snake?"

"Paige, do you have any words for the media?"

A few reporters called your name.

"Where have you been the last year? You completely disappeared from the media."

"Rumors speculated that you were cheating on Bueckers. Is that true?"

"She didn't cheat and she won't ever cheat." Paige answered that one and made it crystal clear about her opinion.

You had disappeared off the media for a while after receiving bad backlash for your opinions on a certain male celebrity.

You weren't sorry for your opinions though. They were yours and you would go to the grave for that.

"Paige, what do you have to say about the rumours?"

Finally, Paige held the door open to your studio and security held the horde off.

"Thank you P."

"Anytime, ma."

My castle crumbled overnight. I brought a knife to a gunfight. They took the crown, but it's alright.

"Singer and songwriter [Name] continues to lie and damage her reputation. But with fizzled efforts, she continues to receive hate, his status seemingly untouched." You read.

"What a dick."

"I didn't even do anything wrong. They just hate when a woman threatens his legacy with just a few sparkles and a witty mind." You scoffed.

"It's going to be alright, you're going to come back from it."

"I hope so."

Paige grabbed your hand and rubbed it slightly.

"I love you."

You smiled and returned her love before reaching for your guitar.

"I'm almost done with my new album I just need one last song. Luckily I have my own personal muse that I can take inspiration off of." You smirked and Paige laughed.

All the liars are calling me one. Nobody's heard from me for months. I'm doing better than I ever was.

You tuned your guitar and started thinking of lyrics for the bridge.

"I have to say your song, 'So It Goes' is probably my favourite."

"Yeah just cause it's about you."

Paige smirked and you threw a pillow at her which she caught and hugged against her.

"You're amazing you know that? Your true fans will see right through that son of a bitch." Paige reassured.

You smiled and nodded. You knew this comeback was going to be intense.

You had felt anger and frustration throughout your time off, but Paige always made you come out of that state and she reminded you that revenge wasn't the answer. It would just prove the media right.

So you decided for your next album you were going to write a few songs addressing the rumors and the media but focus mostly on the love that you shared from your friends, family, and importantly, Paige. You wanted to address the gratitude you felt from those fans who stuck around, those who never listened to the hate.

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream. Walkin' with her head down, I'm the one she's walkin' to.

Taking a guitar pick you started finding the right chords for the song and getting used to the movement.

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to. My baby's fly like a jet stream. High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new. So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to.

You sang. Your voice filled Paige's ears as she listened to you.

You laughed as you sang because she stared so intensely at you with love and adoration, you knew that you guys were endgame. Unless stated otherwise by her, you knew she was it for you.

"Paige, what do you have to say about your girl's leak of her new album?"

"Paige, what can we expect from her when she comes back to the public eye?"

"Paige! Paige! Paige!"

Paige looked down and continued walking, her hair flew beside her, giving her some coverage from the cameras. She didn't want to answer any questions that weren't related to just her or her basketball career.

"Paige, we heard that your girl is going on tour when she drops the album. Do you think it'll be a flop tour?"

Paige finally got inside the gym and greeted her team.

"Hey P." Azzi greeted with a quick hug.

"Your girl alright? Got some nasty questions from the press on the way over here." Ice asked shooting baskets from different angles of the court.

"Yeah, sorry about that guys." Paige sighed.

"Nah, no worries, hope she's well. I know if I was her I wouldn't last a second."

"Yeah, she's definitely stronger than I am." KK laughed, mindlessly dribbling the ball.

"We don't believe those rumours though. She'd never do that."

"Thanks guys." Paige said, warming up.

All my flowers grew back as thorns. Windows boarded up after the storm.

You walked out onto the streets ignoring the press again, security doing their best to block the people off. You just wanted to go watch your girl's practice, but the public was making that very difficult.

Someone called your name. It was a mother with her young daughter.

"Can we have an autograph? Or a picture? My daughter really loves your stuff and it would make her so happy."

You smiled and bent a bit so that her mom could take the photo. After, you take the vinyl of your last album '1989', and sign your signature in black sharpie.

Adding a little heart you hand it back and say your farewells before heading into the court.

The sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor and the loud reverbs of basketballs entered your ears.

You put your sunglasses on top of your head again and sit off to the side.

She built a fire just to keep me warm. All the drama queens taking swings. All the jokers dressin' up as kings, they fade to nothin' when I look at her.

Sure being a public figure was hard. Both of you knew that. But everytime you looked into her eyes, you only saw her. It made you feel... regular. Like you lived a domestic life with Paige and didn't have to worry about judgmental creeps who always had something to say.

You got out your notebook and a pen trying to come up with your last song's bridge.

Your name was called and you looked up.

"Hey babe." You stood up and fell into her arms. Sure she was sweaty, but damn was she hot.

Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail and her jersey hung loosely on her figure.

"What're you doing here?"

"Needed inspiration so I came to stare at you." You half joked.

"Mrs. Bueckers!" KK joked.

The team always said Paige and you were like the parents of the team. Paige was the fun mother who always followed your lead and you were the mother who had run this game for a minute.

"Hey KK. Nice shots."

"Thanks."

Paige continued to talk for a bit then headed back to practice some more. You sat back down and continued to stare at the blank portion of your song.

I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers. Trust her like no other, yeah, you know I did one thing right. Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night.

One reporter's voice stood out to you on your way here. "How does that make you feel?" It was perfect. You started to scribble something down and before you knew it you had come up with the perfect bridge. That would tie the song off and hopefully you and Paige.

"Can I see?" Paige had been so excited after you told her you finished your last song and inevitably the whole album.

"In a minute, I wanna run it by the producer before I confirm it."

"I can't wait, ma."

"I know P."

My baby's fit like a daydream. Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to. So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to.

"Sounds good. You did a good job." Your producer said.

"Thanks, worked hard on this one."

"I can tell, now go celebrate, we'll release your album at midnight."

You stared at the screen. The promotion banner would be released everywhere at midnight. Then your album shortly after.

HERE LIES [NAME]'S REPUTATION.

My baby's fly like a jet stream. High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new. So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to.

"Can I hear it now?" Paige begged.

You nodded and got your guitar out.

I want to wear her initial, on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck. Not because she owns me.

Paige's initial necklace hung around your neck. It had been an anniversary gift, a token of her love.

But 'cause he really knows me. Which is more than they can say, I, I recall late November, holdin' my breath, slowly I said:

"You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?"

You sang your heart out, feeling the music and the emotion you conjured from simple lyrics and a simple lover. You closed the song with the final verse and Paige tackled you into a hug.

"This album is going to be so great, ma." You smiled and hugged her back.

Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to.

[lnfours]

* ✰. — birds of a feather | l.n

summary: i’ll love you til the day that i die.

warnings: the result of the new billie eilish album being on repeat and me having this song stuck in my head, so this was born. fluff, fluff and more fluff bc i said so. slowly getting my creative juices back, so bear with me.

masterlist | soundtrack

you hadn’t been looking for anything when you had met lando. a freshly graduated student who finally had time to find interest in their personal life, rather then spend their time consumed with textbooks in front of them, trying to navigate your way through the chaotic mess of life.

but the moment the curly haired brit bumped into you in the paddock, sending your notes and fresh cup of coffee all over you and the ground, you were doomed. falling head first into the comforting chaos that was lando norris.

and you thanked your stars every morning when you woke up that you had been running late that day, or else you would’ve never met the sleeping boy next to you. wouldn’t have ever gotten the chance to get to know the sought after driver with a big heart and who loves with his whole soul.

you smiled to yourself, sitting in the bed and taking in the way he slept peacefully, not aware how pretty he looked in the morning sun as it peaked in through your blinds. his cheek pressed against the pillow, his lips slightly parted as he slept.

you couldn’t help but reach out and brush the stray curl away from his face, smiling softly as he stirred in his sleep at your touch. your silent way to keep going, your nails scratching at his scalp gently. a soft hum came from him, followed by the gorgeous sight of his green eyes shining up at you. his eyes fully adjusting to the brightness as he squinted, his hand reaching out to yours.

“c’mere,”

his voice was hoarse and sleep coated, but it never failed to send shivers down your spine. you scooted closer, letting him pull you into his side. your face nuzzled in his bare shoulder, his head laying on top of yours.

“we need to be up soon,” you said, poking his ribs gently, “your family’s coming to see the new house and have dinner, remember?”

he didn’t, actually. and if it wasn’t for you, he’d be certain he’d miss all of his meetings, call times, and hell, even sometimes the start of his races. thankfully, you were never far from him on the pitlane. the perks of working with sky, who he should really thank. he’d make a mental note to do it next race. right now, he was going to enjoy the peaceful month he got to spend with you. uninterrupted peace, free time. where you got to whatever you wanted, wherever you wanted.

he groaned, nuzzling his face into your hair. you laughed softly, “lando,”

“i like when you say my name,” he mumbled, “say it again.”

you chuckled, and in your best flirty tone you could muster up in the moment, you did, “lando,”

he pressed a soft kiss to the skin of your neck, right where your neck and collarbone met. his favorite spot to kiss whenever he teased you because he knew you were ticklish.

and as if on queue, you giggled, shoving his head from your neck, “stop it,”

“just five more minutes,” he pleaded, “with my girl, in our bed, that’s all i ask.”

you sighed, “fine, but not one second longer.”

he smiled, knowing he could always get you to fold. you hated to admit it, but you’d always cave for him. do whatever he wanted. he had you wrapped around his finger and you had him wrapped around yours. smitten for each other, young in love, whatever you wanted to call it, you were it.

“how’d you sleep?” you asked, finger tips tracing the lines in your mind that you drew with your fingers every morning. connecting the moles on his skin, from his shoulders to his chest and down to his sides. your own little routine you had incorporated, a habit you picked up after the first night you spent together a year and a half ago.

“good until you woke me up.”

“you love when i wake you up.”

“you’re right,” he mumbled, “getting to see that pretty face every morning is the highlight of my day.”

you chuckled, leaning up on your elbow, reaching around and grabbing his cheek into your hand. he smiled softly as you leaned down, pressing your lips to his.

he pulled away, a smile on his lips as they brushed against yours, “and your morning kisses, i love waking up to your lips on mine, or on my-“

you shook your head, laughing and covering his face with your pillow before pulling yourself out from the covers, “alright, time to get up!”

“that wasn’t five minutes!” he gasped, tossing your pillow your way softly, teasingly. you laughed, walking into the connected bathroom, calling back to him.

“long enough! you killed the romantic mood,”

“i’m only speaking my truth, baby,” he said, footsteps joining you in the bathroom, watching him lean against the doorway out of the corner of your eye, “is a man not allowed to speak his truth?”

you popped the toothbrush in your mouth, sending him a glare. he laughed, pressing a kiss to your head before grabbing his own toothbrush from his side of the sink. he joined you in brushing your teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist. you smiled softly, trying to ignore how good he looked. sweatpants loosely hanging around his waist, bare chest on full display, curls wild and in serious need of taming.

you two looked good together, and even though he wasn’t necessarily considered ‘tall’ he still stood a few inches above you. his green eyes met yours in the mirror, and he knew you were subtly checking him out. he sent you a wink and you rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you finished brushing your teeth.

he finished shortly after you, watching you as you rummaged around in your drawer. you pulled out the skincare he had seen you put on every morning and night, and even has put on for you after nights where you’ve had one too many vodka redbulls.

he leaned against the counter, watching you in the mirror as you rubbed the product into your skin, “can i have some?”

you giggled, moving to stand between his legs. you squeezed a little bit of the moisturizer onto your fingers, rubbing into his face. he grinned softly at your gentle touch, “that smells good.”

you nodded, “and it has sunscreen in it, it’s good for you.”

he motioned towards your drawer, “do you have any lip balm?”

you hummed, putting the tube back before grabbing the lip balm. you went to hand it to him but he raised an eyebrow at you. you sighed with a laugh, shaking your head.

“gimme,” you said, grabbing his chin and swiping the lip balm against his pursed lips. you couldn’t help but giggle again, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips when you were done, “there.”

he rubbed his lips together and hummed, “hmm, is that coconut?”

you nodded, “like it?”

he nodded, pulling you in closer by your waist, “love it.”

you grabbed his wrist, checking the time on his watch, “they’ll be here in an hour.”

“so what i’m hearing is-“

“no,” you shoved his shoulder with another laugh, “what im saying is that i need to run to the store and get flowers for the vase on the table.”

“who needs flowers,” he said, pressing a kiss to your chest, “when i could have you back in my bed, all to myself for a little while longer until i have to share you for the rest of the day.”

you ran a hand through his hair, his eyes looking up to meet yours, “as tempting as it sounds, i really do have to run to the store. plus, i have to get some stuff for dinner.”

he sighed dramatically, “okay,”

you walked into the closet, rummaging through his side and stealing one of his hoodies and fishing out a pair of sweatpants. a quick outfit to run a few last minute errands.

he had found his way to the kitchen, standing at the coffee pot. you pinched his side, kissing his shoulder. he turned his head and smiled, leaning down and kissing your head, “need anything while i’m out?”

“mm,” he hummed, “breakfast? i don’t feel like cooking.”

you laughed, “me either. i’ll pick up something.”

he nodded, smiling playfully, “i guess you can take my car.”

“oh i was going to,” you said, grabbing his key off the hook, “even without your permission.”

“rude!”

you laughed, blowing him a kiss, “i’ll be back. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

your trip to the store was quick, making it back within a half an hour, arms full of things as you carried everything inside, closing the door with your foot. you set everything on the counter, hanging the keys back on the hook.

“i’m back!”

“i’m in the bedroom!” his voice called back to you. you made your way down the hallway and into the bedroom, smiling as he held up two shirts in the mirror.

“which looks better?” he asked, holding both up against the pair of plaid pants he had picked out. you hummed, standing behind him and watching his reflection. his hair being perfectly styled and his cologne filling the room telling you he had been getting ready while you were gone.

you pointed to the white shirt, “that one.”

“you think?”

you nodded, watching him take it off the hanger and slipping it over his shoulders. you stepped in front of him, buttoning the buttons. purposefully leaving the top few open.

he rolled up the sleeves, sending you a look, “might as well have my whole shirt unbuttoned.”

“i wouldn’t complain.” you joked and he smiled, before quickly realizing your attire. you smile as he started pulling at the hem of his hoodie that sat on your frame.

“hey! this is mine.”

the baby blue hoodie looked better on you anyway, but he still liked to joke around with you, “i know.”

“thief.”

“come and get it then.” you shrugged, crossing your arms.

“oh, so now you’re in the mood?” he asked, “what was it? the buttons?”

you laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “maybe.”

“you’re going to be the death of me.”

“you love me.” you smiled, his hands finding your warm, soft skin under his hoodie.

“damn right i do, baby. til the day i die.”

[sweetmisery]

first kiss with piwon | hyung line

pairing: theo | keeho | jiung x female!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: just a little drabble of sharing your first kiss with piwon, hope you like it :) pt 2 with maknae line will follow soon!

part 2 - maknae line

THEO - Between the Strings

The recording studio was dimly lit, as Theo sat there alone, his fingers fumbling on the guitar strings. His brow furrowed in frustration as he plucked and strummed the same chords over and over again. His lips moved silently as he worked through the song under his breath, his fingers slipping once more on the neck of the guitar.

“Come on,” he muttered to himself. He let out a frustrated sigh, slumping over the guitar.

It had been weeks since Theo had felt like himself. The pressure to finish the new album, the late-night recording sessions, and - most of all - the tension between the two of you were getting to him.

He didn’t know why things had become so awkward. At first, everything had been easy - your quick wit and creative eye as the groups stylist had made every interaction exciting, even fun. But lately, something had shifted. Theo found himself tripping over words around you, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart raced every time you walked into the room.

You hadn’t seemed unaffected either. Your usual sharp comebacks had softened, replaced by a hesitance he couldn’t quite read. Every time you brushed past him backstage or adjusted something on his outfit, he’d catch you looking away a little too quickly.

Theo strummed the wrong chord again, his frustration bubbling over. He cursed under his breath, shaking his head.

Then the door flew open with a bang.

You froze in the doorway, wide-eyed. “Oh god, Theo, I’m so sorry! I thought this room was empty!”

Theo startled, nearly dropping his guitar as he turned to face you. His pulse quickened, the sight of you making it impossible to find his voice for a moment.

“No, it’s fine!” he said quickly, standing up so fast he almost knocked over the stool. “You’re fine. Really.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said, already backing toward the door. “I’ll just-”

“No!” The word came out louder than Theo intended, and he winced at himself. Clearing his throat, he added more quietly, “I mean, don’t go. I could, uh… use your help.”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “My help?”

Theo set the guitar down, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Yeah. I’ve been working on this song, but I’m stuck. I just need someone to listen, and everyone else is… busy.” He left out the part where he didn't even ask anyone else.

For a moment, you hesitated, your hand still on the doorframe. Then you nodded. “Okay. Sure. I can do that.”

You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you. Theo swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were as you leaned against the wall.

“I’m still figuring out the melody,” he said, his voice quieter now.

Then he started to play.

The first notes were soft, tentative, but as his fingers found their rhythm, his voice followed. The melody unfurled like a thread in the air, and when Theo sang the first line, you froze.

His voice was rich and haunting, a perfect match for the bittersweet lyrics. The emotion in his tone was palpable, like he was pouring pieces of himself into every word. You couldn’t look away.

Leaning against the wall, you let yourself get lost in the sound. It wasn’t just that his voice was beautiful, though it was. It was the way he sang with such vulnerability, as if baring his soul.

When he finished, the silence in the room felt almost holy.

“That was…” you began, but the words wouldn’t come.

Theo set the guitar aside, shaking his head. “Terrible, right?” He gave a self-conscious laugh, breaking the spell.

“No!” you said quickly, your voice firm. “Theo, that was… incredible. Your voice- it’s-” You stopped, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I mean, it’s beautiful. The whole thing is.”

Theo’s gaze met yours, and for a moment, something passed between you, an unspoken connection that made your heart race. But as quickly as it had disappeared, the tension returned, settling heavily between you.

“I, uh, should probably go,” you said, pushing off the wall.

Theo’s heart sank, but he nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for… listening.”

You smiled faintly, your fingers lingering on the doorknob for just a moment before you slipped out, leaving Theo alone with his unfinished song - and the sound of your voice still echoing in his mind.

-the next day-

The next day, Theo couldn’t get you out of his head. The way you’d looked at him during the song, the way your voice had softened - it played on repeat in his mind like an earworm he couldn’t shake.

He told himself he was imagining things, that he’d misread the moment. But when you walked into the studio again that afternoon, this time deliberately, he felt hope flicker to life.

“Hey,” you said softly, lingering by the door.

Theo straightened up on the stool, setting the guitar down as if unsure what to do. “Hey.”

“I was thinking about your song,” you said, stepping inside. “And I realized… I need to hear it again.”

“You do?” Theo's surprise melted into a small smile.

You nodded, your expression a mix of nerves and determination. “Yeah. I think… I wasn’t really listening yesterday. Not the way I should’ve been.”

Theo’s throat felt dry, but he nodded. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll play it for you.”

He started the song, his fingers moving more confidently this time. But as the melody filled the room, his gaze drifted to you. You weren’t leaning against the wall like before - you were standing closer, watching him with an intensity that made his heart race.

His voice was mesmerizing - angelic, even. The emotion in it was undeniable, raw and achingly real. It made your chest tighten, your breath catching as you took a step closer to him.

By the time he finished, you were standing just a few feet away, your heart pounding.

“That was…” you began, but your voice broke. You took another step forward. “Theo, that was incredible.”

His eyes met yours, his expression soft but searching. “Thanks,” he murmured. Theo set the guitar aside, standing up so that you were just a foot apart.

The tension between you was thick now, impossible to ignore. For weeks, you’d both danced around whatever this was, but now there was no escaping it.

”You know…,” Theo said softly, taking a step closer. ”Things have been kinda weird between us lately.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, they have.”

“I don’t know why, but…” Theo said, his voice low. ”I don’t want it to be like that anymore.”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. “Me neither.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The air felt electric as Theo suddenly took a tentative step closer, his gaze flickering to your lips.

“Can I…?” he began, his voice trailing off.

You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips brushing his.

Theo froze for a split second, then melted into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face. His lips were soft, warm, and impossibly gentle, and the sound of his breathing mixed with yours, creating a music of its own.

When you finally pulled away, Theo’s forehead rested against yours, both of you smiling through the nervous energy still buzzing between you.

“So,” you teased, your voice still breathless, “guess I should storm into recording sessions more often.”

Theo laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “You’d be my favorite distraction.”

You grinned, your fingers brushing against his as the two of you stayed close. The guitar still sat on the stool behind him, but the song felt complete now, even without another note being played.

KEEHO - Drenched in Love

The rain began as a soft drizzle, cool against your skin as you walked beside Keeho. The two of you had just left the café, where your usual flow of chatter had been replaced by long, quiet stretches. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt different - charged, somehow.

“Guess we didn’t check the weather again, huh?” Keeho said, his laugh cutting through the sound of raindrops hitting pavement. His dark hair was already damp, strands clinging to his forehead in a way that made your stomach do an unwelcome little flip.

You pulled your jacket tighter, though it did little to keep the rain, or your emotion, at bay. Being with him had always been easy, effortless. But lately, you’d felt something else creeping in, something that made you hyper-aware of how close he was or how his smile lingered when he looked at you.

By the time the rain picked up, the two of you had ducked under the awning of a closed bookstore. It was familiar ground, a place you’d stopped at countless times to joke about bad book titles or dream up absurd stories. This time, though, neither of you seemed to know what to say.

Keeho leaned against the wall, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. “Hey,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

“Yeah?” You tried to sound casual, but it came out more uncertain than you’d hoped.

“You’ve been…” He paused, his gaze flicking to yours before darting away again. “I don’t know. You’ve been kind of different lately.”

Your heart skipped. Was he guessing at the feelings you’d been struggling to keep hidden? The ones that made your chest ache whenever he smiled at you like you were the only person who mattered?

“What do you mean?” you asked, hoping you sounded more composed than you felt.

Keeho hesitated, one hand lifting to rub the back of his neck, a habit you knew well. “I mean, not in a bad way. Just… I don’t know how to explain it.”

The rain filled the silence that followed, the steady rhythm matching the nervous thrum of your heartbeat. You wanted to say something, to push him to clarify, but fear rooted you in place.

“It’s probably stupid,” Keeho added with a quiet laugh, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before looking away again.

“It’s not stupid,” you said quickly, your voice firmer than you expected. “Just tell me.”

He turned to face you fully then, and the intensity in his expression made you forget the chill of the rain. “I don’t want to mess this up,” he said, his voice barely audible over the downpour.

Your throat tightened. “Mess what up?”

Keeho opened his mouth as if to answer, but a sudden crack of thunder made you both jump, the sound splitting the air and breaking the tension. You laughed nervously, the momentary distraction easing the tightness in your chest. Keeho’s laughter followed, warm and familiar, and for a second, things felt normal again.

But then his hand brushed against yours - whether by accident or not, you couldn’t tell - and the warmth of his touch sent a jolt through you. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you.

“We should probably find better shelter,” he said, though he made no move to leave.

You nodded, but your feet stayed rooted to the ground. His gaze found yours again, and this time, it didn’t waver. The rain fell harder now, soaking through your jacket and chilling you to the bone, but you hardly noticed.

“Keeho,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” he asked, stepping closer.

The distance between you seemed to vanish in an instant. You could see the rain clinging to his lashes, the way his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how.

“I-” Your words faltered, caught somewhere between your head and your heart.

Before you could gather the courage to continue, a gust of wind whipped around you, scattering rain in chaotic waves. Keeho laughed, reaching out instinctively to steady you as the storm raged on. His hand wrapped around your arm, and the touch was electric, sending heat coursing through you despite the cold.

For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you standing there, soaked and shivering but unmoving. The words you wanted to say hovered on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t need to speak them to know they were written all over your face.

So were his.

The rain was relentless now, soaking through every layer of clothing. You and Keeho were still standing there, frozen in a moment that felt like it had been years in the making. His hand lingered on your arm, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill seeping into your skin.

He didn’t let go.

The world around you seemed to blur, the pounding rain and rumbling thunder fading into the background. All you could focus on was him, the way his dark eyes searched yours, like he was trying to find the courage to take the leap you both knew was coming.

“Keeho,” you whispered, not trusting yourself to speak any louder.

His name on your lips seemed to break something in him. He took a small step closer, his fingers tightening slightly against your arm. “I… I’ve been wanting to say something,” he began, his voice low but steady. “But I didn’t know if-”

“Me too,” you interrupted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

His eyes widened slightly, his breath catching in his chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, and suddenly the words came easier. “I didn’t want to mess things up either. But… I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel this.”

Keeho let out a shaky laugh, a sound of relief and disbelief. “You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to figure out if you felt the same way.”

The vulnerability in his voice made your chest ache. How could you not have seen it? The way he looked at you, the way his hand would linger when he touched your shoulder or brushed against your fingers. It had always been there, just below the surface, waiting for one of you to acknowledge it.

And now there was no going back.

“I guess we’re both pretty bad at this,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

Keeho grinned, his usual confidence creeping back in. “Maybe. But we’re figuring it out, right?’’

His words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The rain poured down, soaking you both to the bone, but the cold didn’t matter anymore.

Keeho’s hand slid down your arm, his fingers brushing yours before settling on your hand. The touch was tentative, like he was waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t.

Instead, you took a step closer, your free hand lifting almost instinctively to push the wet strands of hair out of his face. His breath hitched at the contact, and for a heartbeat, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own pounding pulse.

And then he leaned in.

It was slow at first, as if he was giving you every chance to stop him. But you didn’t. You tilted your head up to meet him halfway, your heart racing as his lips brushed against yours.

The kiss was soft, almost hesitant, but it was enough to set your world spinning. Keeho’s hand tightened around yours, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The rain continued to fall, cold and unrelenting, but all you could feel was the heat of his touch, the warmth of his lips moving against yours.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your rain-chilled skin. “Was that okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You laughed, the sound breaking through the storm. “More than okay.”

Keeho smiled then, the kind of smile that made you feel like nothing else in the world mattered. “Good,” he said. “Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

You didn’t know what would happen next, but in that moment, you didn’t care. The storm could rage on around you, but all that mattered was that you were here, together, no longer hiding what you both felt.

And as Keeho pulled you back into another kiss, you realized you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

JIUNG - Before You Go

The styling room was unusually quiet, the hum of activity that normally filled the space replaced by the soft rustle of make-up supplies being packed into your suitcase. You moved systematic, putting the powder brushes into a small etui and tucking it into the case. The air carried a bittersweet tension; it was strange to think that tonight would be the last time you’d close this door behind you.

Working as P1Harmony’s stylist had been more than just a job. You had shared laughter during fittings, offered comfort during stressful shoots, and your heart ached, not just for the job you loved but for the unspoken feelings you had buried deep inside for Jiung.

You couldn’t pinpoint when your feelings for him started to grow, but over time, his subtle smiles and quiet moments with you had become the highlight of your day. Of course, those feelings could never be acted upon. Being a stylist for an idol group meant following unspoken rules, and dating an idol was taboo.

It wasn’t easy to walk away, but this job could no longer sustain the financial pressures you faced. The offer from another music label was too good to pass up, even if it meant leaving behind the people you had grown to care for deeply.

You sighed, brushing aside the wave of emotion that threatened to consume you. “Just a few more things,” you whispered to yourself, trying to keep the ache in your chest at bay.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Startled, you turned to see Jiung standing in the doorway, his dark eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. He was dressed casually, a black hoodie pulled over his head, but the way he stood there made your heart race.

“I thought I might find you here,” he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“Jiung,” you said, your voice catching slightly. “I didn’t expect-”

“I.. I wanted to see you one last time,” he interrupted, his gaze never wavering. “Before you leave.” His words hung in the air.

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. The intensity of his presence in the quiet room made it hard to breathe.

You forced a smile. “You’ll be fine without me. You’ve got a great team-”

“Don’t say that,” Jiung interrupted, his voice trembling slightly. He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. “Do you really have to go?”

His question caught you off guard. “Jiung, it’s not that I want to leave,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. “I just… need something different. I need to pay off some debts, and-”

“I know,” he interrupted. “But… if it's about the money, I will talk to our boss. I'm sure they are willing to match your new offer. You don't have to leave."

You shook your head, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "It's not just the money. I thought maybe it was time for something new, even if it hurts to leave."

Jiung frowned, his brows knitting together. "But you love working with us, right?"

"Of course, I do," you said, your chest tightening. "It's not an easy decision."

“Please don’t go,” Jiung said, his voice breaking slightly. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle not seeing you anymore.

His words struck a chord deep inside you. The thought of leaving P1Harmony, of leaving Jiung, had been tearing you apart. But you had convinced yourself there was no other option. Now, standing here in the intimate stillness of the styling room, his plea cracked the walls you had built around your emotions.

"Jiung, what are you saying?" You whispered, barely trusting your voice.

He took another step closer, reaching out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours before wrapping around your hand. His touch was warm and grounding, sending a jolt through your body.

Jiung took a deep breath, his gaze locking with yours. "I should've said this sooner, but l didn't know how. I was scared. Scared of what it could mean for me... for us. But now, with you leaving, I can't keep it in anymore."

Your heart was beating fast in your chest as he hesitated, searching for the right words.

"I like you," he confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "No, I- I think I've fallen for you. I don't know when it started, but every time I see you, I feel... I feel something I can't ignore. And now, knowing you won't be here anymore, it's killing me. I had to tell you, even if it's too late."

The world seemed to stop. Jiung’s words hung in the air, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, stunned. Jiung - the person you had been secretly pining for - felt the same way about you?

“Say something,” he urged, his voice cracking.

"Jiung," you said, your voice barely audible. "I... l feel the same way."

His eyes widened, a flicker of hope replacing the nervousness on his face. "You do?"

You nodded, a smile breaking through despite the tears threatening to spill. "I've liked you for so long, but I thought it was impossible. I thought you'd never feel the same."

He let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over him. "I should've told you sooner."

Before you could reply, he closed the distance between the both of you, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and full of emotions you had both kept buried for far too long.

The kiss deepened, and you felt a thousand butterflies take flight in your chest. Jiung’s hands gently cupped your face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. You were both breathing hard, your emotions tangled in a beautiful mess.

“Please stay,” Jiung said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You hesitated. “Jiung… this is risky. What if someone finds out?”

“I don’t care,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours. “I care about you. And I can’t let you leave without trying.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “I didn’t want to leave in the first place. But I thought it was better this way. I thought… I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

Jiung smiled softly, brushing a tear from your cheek. “I’ve felt this way for so long. I just didn’t know how to tell you. But now that I have, I can’t let you go without a fight.”

His words melted the last of your doubts. “Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay?” Jiung asked, his eyes lighting up with hope.

You nodded. “I’ll stay. But we have to be careful.”

A relieved laugh escaped his lips, and he pulled you into a tight hug. “Thank you. Thank you for staying.”

As he held you close, you couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in a long time, the future felt bright, even if it was uncertain. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you’d face them together.

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[library-ghoulette]

With You Always

Pairing: Copia (Frater Imperator) x gn!reader (lightly implied, that forehead kiss can be platonic if you want it to be)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Second person POV, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst

Words: 931

Summary: Papa V Perpetua's ascension and catchy new single raise difficult feelings for Copia. Luckily you're there, and you know all the right things to say to assuage his insecurities.

A/N: I wrote this because I have been both listening to "Satanized" on a loop and feeling the need to comfort my comfort character all day long.

You can also read this and all of my other fics on ao3!

Blasphemy! Heresy! Save me! From the bottom of my heart, I know—

"You're doing it again."

"Hm?" You look up, confused, from the invoices you've been filing. "Doing what again?"

Copia is seated at his desk, staring at his computer, brow furrowed and a sour expression lining his face. He doesn't look up at you when he answers.

"Singing."

"Oh." Your cheeks color with embarrassment. The new song has been stuck in your head since it premiered last night—to much fanfare for the new Papa—but you hadn't realized that at some point you had actually begun singing along under your breath. "Sorry, Pa— Frater. I'll keep it down."

He gives a little hmph in reply, and you return to your filing. The office—it used to be Sister's office, but you're just about used to the larger space being Copia's now, used to the new uniform, used to most of the changes even if your tongue still stumbles on the new title from time to time—fills with the soft sounds of papers shuffing into folders and the clicking of Copia's mouse. It's relaxing… Well, kind of. Just when you think to yourself that his clicking is starting to sound a bit aggressive, you hear him swear at the computer with a level of vitriol that frankly seems a bit much to throw at a humble spreadsheet.

"Everything okay?" you ask timidly.

"Of course everything is okay. Why would it not be okay?" Copia replies, voice tight in that way it gets when things are decidedly less than okay.

"You've just seemed a bit on edge today? Since the premiere?"

He gives you a brief look over his shoulder before quickly looking away. "I'm fine."

"You know, if you want to talk about—"

"I don't."

"Okay." You shrug, slide the file cabinet drawer closed with a satisfying thud, and open the drawer for the next range of letters. Continue transforming chaos to order, one form at a time. You've known Copia long enough and worked with him closely enough not only to clock his tells, but to know that he will break in three, two, one—

As though on cue, he sighs heavily and pushes back from the desk,rolling his chair around to face you.

"It's not even that good, this song, you know? 'Satanized'? 'Urges to burst'? What the fuck is that?"

"It is awfully catchy," you venture.

Copia snorts, incredulous. "Catchy? You know what song is catchy? 'Rats' is catchy. Now that's a lead single. I was nominated for a Grammy with that one, you know."

"I know."

"And 'Call Me Little Sunshine'!" Copia continues, triumphant. "Another Grammy nomination! And I could have won, too, if…"

But he trails off, and in the heavy silence following that if, you hear what is left. If there had been a third album cycle. If he was still Papa. If he'd had just a little more time…

Copia abruptly turns to gaze out the window, jaw set, his eyes glistening. You know that he's not really seeing the early spring day on the other side of the stained glass.

After a moment, he asks, "They seemed happy, didn't they?"

"Who?"

"My— the ghouls. In that video, they seemed happy." He swallows hard. "With him."

This isn't about Grammys, you know, or tours, or albums, or movies, or any amount of success that can be measured in accolades or dollar signs.

You close the space between you, coming to stand at Copia's side, close enough to reach out and thumb away the tear tracing its bitter path down his cheek.

"They're not going to forget you," you say softly. "You know that, right?"

"They already have."

"No, listen to me." You apply gentle pressure, turning his dear, sad, stubborn face up so that he has no choice but to look at you. You repeat, more forcefully this time, "They are not going to forget you. Not the ghouls. Not anybody. I mean, how could they?"

And now it's your turn to blink back the tears prickling your eyes.

"How could anyone forget everything that you've given to this Ministry? Yes, the songs, the tours, the movie. But it's more than that. You've touched millions of hearts, given countless people joy and comfort and a sense of belonging."

"But— but I'm not Papa, anymore."

You shake your head. "It doesn't matter. The entire Ministry, everything we're doing here? It could end tomorrow, and you would still be with all of those people forever. Your songs, your words, memories of nights filled with music and magic, all of that love… Nothing can undo that. Not time or distance or different outfits or some new guy in a shiny mask."

Copia chuckles in spite of himself, the laugh causing more tears to fall. But these he quickly wipes away, and takes your hand in his. "Such a stupid mask."

It's a pretty cool fucking mask, but wisely, you keep this thought to yourself, instead reassuring him, "There are plenty of people who still consider you their Papa."

For the first time all day—honestly, for the first time in longer than that—some of the tension melts out of Copia, his shoulders dropping out of their anxious hunch. He runs his thumb over your knuckles and asks, almost shyly, "And what about you?"

"Me? You even have to ask?" You bend down and press a kiss to his forehead, feeling the worried creases there smooth a little, as though your kiss is a balm to his very soul. "You'll always be my Papa."

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes - 53. just the two of us (written)

a/n: i have not written in ten years oh my

aside from being lost on the last song of your album, your life has been pretty great.

you and hanni have been talking more. it started with a few calls after the night you both cleared the air, soft check-ins that slowly turned into long conversations stretching past midnight about anything, everything, and nothing. sometimes you'd be fine just listening to the occasional hum or breath that gets caught on facetime, and that's enough for both of you.

occasionally you'd regret staying up past midnight—the groans in the morning and the slight headache always make you second-guess calling so late. but you like exchanging small updates on what's new; you tell her about a song you've been stuck on, and she tells you about an embarassing trainee moment she still hasn't lived down.

(you nearly snort, "you cursed at the evaluator?"

"i wasn't trying to! i just- ugh! i saw her for the next monthly evaluation and it was so... grueling..."

hanni catches your toothy cackle and the way you fall on your bed from how hilarious her story is, which makes her eyes soften. she falters for a moment, not that you notice, but it's a tidal wave in crashing in her heart.

"you're so cute, it's crazy. i'd kill to go back in time and witness you do that again."

"you're the worst person i know."

"sure, pham." you snicker. there it is, that shake of your head through the screen that leaves hanni a little weak. something churns in her stomach and it has her hoping you feel the same way she does.)

you don't even realize how often you've been seeing hanni until yunjin teases you for showing up to hybe under the pretense of "visiting her," when it's obvious your feet are already turning toward newjeans' practice room.

it's become kind of a joke—"how's my name still the excuse when i'm the one getting ten-minute visits?" yunjin grins. you roll your eyes but don't deny it.

you and hanni have a rhythm now. sometimes, she's still in rehearsal when you arrive—her schedule has been quite packed with her upcoming comeback—and you'll wait outside her room with her favorite tea, leaning against the wall while listening to the muffled beat thumping from inside. she'll spot you through the mirror and beam mid-dance, cheeks flushed, waving with one hand while mouthing something like "wait a bit!"

other times, she's already waiting for you after you've blessed yunjin with your ten-minute-long visits. she's usually perched on a bench in the hall with a sly smile, saying, "took you long enough," even though you're the one who texted on my way minutes prior.

once, she grabbed the end of your hoodie as you passed by just to say, "you look really good today," before flashing a smile that takes your breath away momentarily and disappearing around the corner like nothing had happened. it's not difficult for her to leave you standing alone in the halls with your heart skipping a beat and a grin on your face.

it's been a few months, but little moments make it seem like you've known hanni much longer. a brush of her fingers against yours when she hands you her phone. her shoulders bumping into yours as you walk down the corridor, neither of you bothering to move away. a laugh too soft, a glance that lingers a second longer than it should. you haven't labeled anything, not like you would dare to, but the air between you thickens with the tension from what you two are way too scared to admit.

more than friends, less than lovers, and together two people who are too scared to do anything about it.

you're finished with all the communication that was needed to organize a music video shooting, and only one song is left to finish up your album. there's a lot of stress from all the preparation and technical stuff, but it would've been way worse without the daily texts and calls from hanni.

the past month after settling things, you've filmed music videos, tweaked a few songs here and there, and of course tried your best to finish your last track.

hanni has also let you know that she's been pretty stressed herself with preparing for her own comeback. she rambles on about how she's iffy on one song's choreo because it's far from her style, but you make sure to let her know she's going to do great. you two are each other's rock.

after the last day of shooting your title track, you barely make it to your bed before collapsing face-first into the comforter, limbs heavy and sore from the music video shoot (which required much more physical activity than you thought it would).

it's quiet—yujin's been staying with her girlfriend every other day, so it leaves you alone some nights—but the sound of your phone buzzing somewhere in your jacket sleeve breaks the silence. you fish it out, sighing tiredly before you light up at the sight of hanni's name glowing on the screen with a simple: home yet?

you text back a lazy "yeah, just got here," and almost instantly, she calls. you flip the phone on, speaking and drop it beside your head, setting the back of one hand on your forehead as you stare up at the ceiling. you're tired, tired enough to where you can't really budge, but not too (or ever) tired to hear her voice.

she asks how you are, you do the same with all your energy, and there it goes—the conversation flows easily.

"minji knocked off danielle's claw clip by accident during practice today," hanni says, tone warm and amused. "it like, flew across the room! danielle looked so betrayed, she was soooo dramatic, i love her so bad. we laughed for like five minutes straight, i swear my abs were forming."

a tired laugh escaped your lips. "i'm glad you guys had fun."

there's a littel pause, and then hanni's voice softens. "you sound tired."

"yeah... physically," you murmur. your gaze blurs over the ceiling as your mind wanders. "but other than that i'm just..." you train off for a second before adding, "i've been wanting to see you more. not in hallways or between practices when i visit. just—like, you and i. no one else. i think i miss that."

the line goes quiet and you think for a second the call might've dropped. have you said too much? you must be way too tired—

hanni's soft inhale interrupts your spiral. "you can't just say that out of nowhere," hanni says, her voice quieter than usual, laced with surprise.

a sleepy smile tugs at your lips. "sorry, but i do mean it." you exhale slowly, smiling to yourself. "do you think you can sneak out? we don't even have to do anything. i just want to be somewhere else, together."

there's silence again, but not the bad kind. you swear you can hear a smile in her voice when she responds, "if you're asking then... yeah."

it's just five minutes past eleven when you find yourself jogging down the dim sidewalk toward hanni's dorm, hoodie flapping behind you while you hold onto your cap. there wasn't a clear plan, just that you'd be at her place, and here you are.

waiting by her building at this hour felt more peaceful than anything else had in weeks.

she slips out minutes later in a hoodie and slides, the soft sound of her laugh cutting through the silence when she sees you. "you look like you just ran here."

"maybe because i did, idiot." you say, out of breath, matching her smile as you both start to walk down the street side by side.

the convenience store is still open, a small space of flickering fluorescent lights and soft american pop on the radio. you wander in, grabbing a bag of coffee and a cup of ice to put it in, then pay quickly.

"seriously?" hanni raises a brow. "you're gonna dose yourself with caffeine at this hour?"

you shrug, pouring it into the cup without a care. "grandma, it's the only thing keeping me up."

she snorts. "grandma? i'm the one keeping you alive."

"caffeine at night won't kill me, loser."

"maybe i will before it does." she says, earning a snicker from you in response.

eventually, the two of you stumble upon a little playground tucked between apartment buildings, empty except for the creak of the swings and the rustle of tree leaves planted nearby. both of you climb up the platform of the jungle gym, legs dangling, shoulders brushing. it's quiet there, peaceful, with only the slight hum from the city around you.

for a while, you just talk about whatever. work. music. hanni tells you about a weird dream she had the night before about a haunted sink. you tell her about the time you accidentally went live with toothpaste on your chin. you guys both giggle, and it's light, easy. but then the conversation dips to romance in regards to the album you've been working on.

"do you think you'll ever fall in love?" she asks, her voice soft now.

the question hits you like a bullet train. you exhale through your nose, looking up at the sky. "after lauren... i kind of gave up on it for a while, but it was easy to romanticize stuff, especially as an artist." you begin, leaning back more comfortably as you sip on your coffee. "i got tired of believing in it the more that relationship went on, i think."

she hums, barely nodding, but you can feel her listening.

"but..." you tilt your head to look at her. she's already looking at you and the moon casts a slight glow in her eyes. "then this girl came into my life out of nowhere, literally. she's annoyingly good at everything, pretty, genuine, and i think of her all the time now. i don't know... it's hard not to be in love with someone like her." your eyes flicker toward her, catching the soft surprise written across her face. "really hard, actually."

there's a stillness between you and hanni now—not awkward, but delicate.

"what about you?" you ask quietly, eyes on hers as you swallow lightly. "have you ever been in love or anything like that...?"

hanni hums, thoughtful. "i don't think so," she says after a moment. "i never had time to htink about stuff like that. crushes came and went, and they were... nice, i guess. fleeting. but nothing like this." her voice dips softer at the end, barely legible.

you make sure you're not making things up in your head. "nothing like what?"

now you two are staring at each other—your eyes are slightly widened from surprise and hanni's can't decide whether they should stay on your lips or eyes. she turns her head slightly, meeting your gaze in the dim glow of a streetlamp filtered through the trees.

"nothing like how i feel right now," she confesses, "with you."

there's a pause. like the wind holds its breath and the world freezes completely.

"i think about you all the time, even when i try not to. when i'm busy, tired, or when i'm supposed to be focused on something else—you're still there in my mind. and that's never happened before."

you stare at her, heart loud in your chest, loud enough that you swear she must hear it.

"hanni," you shift a little closer, shoulder pushing into hers ever so slightly. "i really like you."

you two gulp simultaneously as your bodies shift to face each other a bit more.

with more certainty, you continue, "i've tried to talk myself out of it a hundred times. told myself it wasn't a good idea, or that you wouldn't feel the same, but..." you exhale, a small laugh escaping in an attempt to calm your pounding heart. "for the past month's there's been nothing on my mind but you. just you. always you."

stillness settles in the gap between you two, the gap that decreases with each second as your faces inch closer.

and then she leans in—slow, hesitant, but sure—and you meet her halfway. the kiss is gentle and cautious as you two test the waters. her lips are warm, soft, and they taste like the strawberry tea she had earlier.

you deepen the kiss and it feels like exhaling after holding your breath too long. it's less careful now, something familiar like you were meant to kiss her like this. her hand settles on your neck just under your jawline and you swear you melt.

she pulls back, but not far. her nose brushes against yours as she settles her other hand on your jawline, her thumb just by your ear. her touch is warm, you'd let her hold you like that for as long as she'd like.

"i've wanted to do that for a while," she whispers.

"me too," you smile, a little dazed. "i like this a lot."

your hand snakes to the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. you feel her smile into you, and you do the exact same.

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[jinnie-ret]

Hiii can I rq a skz x 15 y/o trainy were she acts v gen z n stuff?

generation z

aka 3 times Y/N left the boys feeling old

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, crack

content warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

summary: she's the youngest of the group and the boys can't keep up with her internet slang

Ok first of all I'm sorry my mind got jumbled and I wrote this as the ninth member instead, but if you want to you can still read it as a trainee friend :) also I tried so sorry if you find this cringe lmaoo

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1) Slay

Y/N was currently on a VLIVE with danceracha, not that she was a part of it, but she was the best hypeman around, both the boys and Stays knew this. They were practicing 'Wow', the danceracha track and Y/N was obsessed.

"Wow, wow, wow!!" Y/N shouted along with the song's chorus, comically jumping up and down in the back of the room and waving her SKZ lightstick around. It was quite the scene, Stays laughing in the comments at her enthusiasm whilst admiring the boys dance.

As soon as they finished dancing she cheered loudly for them, handing them their water bottles and reading the comments from Stays.

"'Y/N is the best hypeman', duh!" Y/N jokingly pulled an obvious face at the camera as she continued reading comments, Hyunjin sitting next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"'Y/N is so me'," Y/N read out and smirked, "hey Stay..."

"Oh lord," Hyunjin moved away, already anticipating that their maknae was going to do something that would disturb his ears. And he was right to do so.

"I AM YOU, I SEE ME IN YOU-" Y/N sang loudly at the top of her lungs, before Lee Know muffled her shouts with his hand.

"Aigoo, our Y/Nnie is so loud," he patted her head too, a condescending smile on his face.

"Yah hyung! You're normally the loudest! Let her be hyper!" Felix giggled, pushing Lee Know's hands away from Y/N.

"Yeah, Stays think I'm funny!" Y/N stuck her tongue out as the boys and her sat around reading the comments again.

"Go on then, give us a joke, Miss Comedian," Hyunjin poked her cheek.

"Ok, Lee Know your hands smell like cat litter," Y/N shrugged her shoulders and said bluntly, making danceracha burst out into laughter and Lee Know get up to chase her.

"That wasn't even a joke," Hyunjin giggled.

"It was a diss," Felix laughed along, the other two still running around the room. It was too much for Stays to handle, this moment going into many fan compilations in the future.

"Hey, hey Stays," Y/N stood in the middle of the room, fighting against Lee Know as he tried to drag her off screen.

"Hey, Stays, all around the world, you make Stray Kids SLAY!!" Y/N cheered and then squealed as Lee Know lifted her into the air.

"What-" Hyunjin facepalmed, shoulders shaking as he laughed.

"I'm gonna have to use that one," Felix nodded as he giggled.

2) Gyatt

Y/N was currently recording her parts in the ROCKSTAR album, entering the studio with an iced coffee in hand.

"What's poppin?" she matched Han's energy as he laughed and repeated after her, Chan and Changbin shaking their heads with small smiles.

"Ok, Y/N, we're recording Megaverse first, you ready?" Chan pressed the button to speak so Y/N would hear him once she was in the recording booth.

"Aish, my ears!" Y/N jumped at how loud his voice was and ducked down to crouch on the floor, making the staff laugh with the members.

Soon she began recording a small rap part which was new for her, she was part of vocalracha and so was used to singing on their tracks.

"Ok, Y/N, do the same again but just a bit louder, like you want the world to hear your message," Changbin leant over Chan as he gave some advice.

"Ok, ok, I got this," Y/N told herself, "GYATT!" she randomly shouted, before continuing to nod, not hearing or looking at the looks of confusion and amusement spread across the faces of 3racha.

She finished recording her rap part successfully and exited the booth, the boys praising her but they only had one question on her mind.

"What was that you shouted?" Chan rose an eyebrow at her, grinning.

"I shouted a lot of things, you told me to shout my rap," Y/N shrugged with a confused smile, hands resting in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Don't play dumb," Changbin pointed out, messing her hair.

"Ohhh," Y/N realised and laughed, "hey Changbin, just start walking over there for a second."

"Why?" Han laughed from the sofa, wondering what the maknae was up to.

"Just do it," Y/N further prompted and so Changbin sighed and nodded.

"GYATT!!!" Y/N shouted once again, as she very obviously looked at Changbin's butt.

"Omo," Chan covered his ears and laughed in shock.

"Understand now?" Y/N laughed.

"Not really, no," said poor Changbin, who had turned around in shock and didn't see what happened. It was often they didn't understand their maknae's slang words.

3) Rizz

Stray Kids were currently filming for Teen Vogue, taking part in the Compliments Battle, a video that would quickly win over Stays' hearts as one of their funniest videos ever.

Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin had already gone, the latter unable to take Seungmin's compliments no longer.

"Innie, I'll avenge you," Y/N whispered to her fellow maknae, who in turn grinned right back at her.

"Yah what are the maknaes talking about?" Seungmin have them an unimpressed look, folding his arms.

"Hyung?" Jeongin asked.

"Yeah?" Seungmin asked back.

"Shhh," Jeongin commanded lightly, making the members laugh. Y/N took her seat opposite Seungmin whilst everyone laughed.

"Y/N is so precious, and has the purest soul, Y/N is my... everything," Seungmin stared Y/N dead in the eyes as he spoke to her, the girl cringing.

"Seungmin is my puppy, I love him so much, cute puppy Seungie so talented," Y/N said sweetly, being over the top as she spoke.

"Oh my gosh," Jeongin wrinkled his nose hearing the words.

"I think I just threw up a bit," Seungmin said in English.

"Wah? Who said that about me?" Y/N gasped and laughed.

"I did. About how you just spoke to me," Seungmin laughed at Y/N's face.

"Yah give me a compliment," Y/N folded her arms.

"Ok, ok," Seungmin stopped laughing, "Y/N is my queen."

"Woahhhh, I'm gonna have that on replay," Y/N smirked. "Let's see... Seungmin is so handsome and sexy- I'm not reading that... Forget the tweets lemme use the Y/N rizz," she smirked as she pulled up her sleeves.

"Rizz?" Jeongin repeated after her looking confused.

"Hey Seungmin, what do you say we go on a romantic walk and pee on a lamppost?" Y/N smirked, the guys choking on their breaths as they were shocked at what she said.

"Y/N... What?!" Seungmin gasped.

"He reacted, he's out!" Jeongin clapped happily.

"No, let me keep going I've got more. He's a puppy get it? It's not weird! Hmmm, what else..." Y/N defended herself and began, as her leader shared nervous glances at the staff, but she didn't need to know that. "Hey are you my dog when I'm depressed?" perhaps Y/N left a pause for too long, "because I just wanna... give you... kisses... Guys stop looking at me like I'm weird!"

Jeongin covered his face to avoid her wrath.

"This isn't just Y/N rizz! This is puppy rizz!"

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @kpopmenace143 @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @cheesemonky @his-angell @turtledove824 @2minstan @royal-shinigami

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

Bad decisions // Quinn Hughes

No god, no religion … just bad, bad decisions

Summary: Quinn gets dragged to his girlfriends favourite bands concert despite it not being his favourite genre, but all it took was one song to change his mind.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, light fluff, pda (18+)

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“I can’t believe you’re dragging me to this.”

“Hey, you knew what you were getting yourself into dating me.” I commented as I applied my lipstick, looking back at Quinn in my mirror.

I wasn’t wrong, but I also never expected him to pursue someone like me either. I wouldn’t really consider myself an “alternative” or “goth” girl though. I had black hair, tattoos and listened to heavier music but I preferred wearing aritzia sweat suits, doing Pilates and swapped wing liner out for clean girl make up. Still, I wasn’t the stereotypical girl that most hockey players go for. I remember the first time I met Quinn and how terrified I was to take my sweater off and expose my full sleeve. But much to my surprise, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Actually, any time I went to get a new tattoo he came with me and held my hand the entire time. It was a kind of intimacy I never thought I would find.


“I know, I’ve just never been to a concert like this. What if I get stuck in the middle of a mosh pit? Also how loud is it gonna be?”

I chuckled, zipping my boots up, “we’ll stay along the side, and yes, bring earplugs.”

“Oh god.” He groaned, throwing his head back on the couch. “You are so lucky I love you.”

“Well…” I trailed off, standing between his legs, leaning over and gripping onto his thighs. “If you’re on your best behaviour, I’ll reward you for it.”

Quinns head popped up as I peaked his interest. “What kind of reward?”


“Whatever you want.” I replied, hovering over his face. His lips ever so slightly brushing against mine, “but you need to be a good boy.”

“I’m about to become the biggest Bad Omens fan you’ve ever seen.”

About an hour later we arrived at the venue, my stomach was filled with butterflies from excitement. I’ve been a huge Bad Omens fan since 2016 and this was my first time seeing them post-covid. Their new album had been out for over a year and I played it so much I think Quinn was getting sick of it, but I would catch him mouthing the lyrics when he thought I wasn’t looking. This man tried to convince me he only listened to rap and country, but I firmly believe he didn’t want to admit he likes my music. I think he was paranoid his brothers or his teammates would tease him for it.

“I think you’d look really hot in that shirt.” 

Quinn and I waited in line at the merch booth before the concert, which was incredibly long. I saw a hoodie on display that I really liked so I wanted to see if they had it in my size. Another shirt caught my attention and I fully envisioned Quinn wearing it with his black Levis, a backwards hat and his white nikes. Just the thought of it made my knees buckle. 

“You think so?” Quinn leaned his head down to take a better look at the shirt in question. His cheek brushed against me, making his cologne hit my nose. It was the perfect mix of sage and cedar. I gently kissed his cheek, a bashful smile appeared on his face before he pressed his lips to my temple.


“Absolutely. I mean, you make everything look good.” I breathed, still reeling from his lips, “but I’d love to see you in that.”


“If you say so.” He smirked as it was our turn. He bought my hoodie for me along with a signed vinyl, and the shirt I told him to get. He sent me the most devilish grin as he tapped his credit card, knowing he just made me incredibly happy.

We made our way towards the stage, it was already pretty packed so I suggested we stood at the back near the sound booth. That way we would be out of the way of any crowd surfers or mosh pits because no one was dumb enough to fuck around expensive sound equipment. The concert was everything I hoped it would’ve been and more. The openers, I see stars and Erra put on incredible sets. Quinn looked like he seen a ghost when Erra came out, considering they were a little heavier than I see stars were, which made him look so adorable. Towards the end of their set, he was more impressed than scared which was a relief. Small smirks kept showing up on his face that he desperately tried to bite back but he couldn’t.

“You surviving?”

“Yeah, thank you for bringing me.” Quinn replied taking a sip of his drink, “I’m actually having a lot of fun.”

“Good, I’m glad.” I mused, “we haven’t even got to the best part yet.”

Before he could say anything, the lights went dark again and Bad Omens slowly made their way to the stage. My heart was rapidly racing in my chest as the boys opened up with Artificial Suicide. I immediately started jumping up and down, screaming the lyrics, completely forgetting about the world around me. Every now and then I would look up at Quinn, who just had the biggest smile on his face watching me enjoy myself.

Halfway through the concert, the band slowed the pace down, which came at the perfect time. My drinks were starting to hit me, making my head feel lighter than normal. The melody for Bad Decisions started and I immediately fell back into Quinn, becoming enamoured with how his breath crept along my neck.

Her skin feels unholy, but I'm still drawn

The morals I'm holding, you know they're gone…

His arms wrapped around my stomach as he slowly swayed us back and forth to the beat, slow and reverberating. His skin felt warm to the touch as his chin rested gently on my shoulder. The low vibrations from the song along with the siren red lighting was stirring something up in me. My hips instinctively rolled into him, feeling overstimulated by every single sensation that took over my body. I knew Quinn wasn’t complaining, considering I felt him twitch through his jeans.

You can be all I got, what's the difference?

Hennessy and a lot of bad decisions

All I know is bad, bad decisions

Quinn brushed my hair away from my shoulder, slowly planting kisses on my exposed shoulder. Each kiss nonchalantly making their way up to my neck, then my jaw, causing goosebumps as his week old stubble grazed my skin. My eyes stayed shut, as his lips dragged all over me. An audible gasp left my mouth as he lightly nipped at my skin, gently sucking, leaving his mark on me.

“Turn around.”

I turned around, his arms found me again and bringing me closer to him. My hands found their home in his hair, enveloping his curls between my fingers. The soft aura of the red lights made his green eyes the perfect muse in this dark room. I was so lost in him that I forget where we were, the crowd completely melted away from us and it was almost as if we were the only ones here. He had that effect on me, he knew how to make me feel like I was his, and only his. His forehead pressed lightly against mine, lips hovering so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath. The gap was finally closed, his mouth enveloping mine as I turned into putty in his hands. Our tongues danced together as the song was getting close to the end, but Quinn didn’t seem to care. He pressed me harder against his body, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and kissing me with such desperation. He never gave me any chances to come up for air, his lips stayed glued to mine as if my mouth gave him a new breath of life.

Bitter ends to the night, I'm along for the ride

Out of breath, out of time, everything has a price

We broke apart and the smallest smile curved at the side of his mouth as he trailed his thumb along my mouth. Neither of us realized the band started to play What do you want from me? shifting the energy in the venue. The music slowly filled my ears like I was underwater and coming up for air finally. I smiled back at him, I was in a complete state of euphoria.

“Okay you win.” Quinn said into my ear as I gripped onto his shirt to keep my composure. “I definitely just found my new favourite song.”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” I mused as I had a lightbulb moment, “we need to get you into the pit.”

“Babe, no -“

I grabbed his hand and drug him into the crowd. Everyone was moving around and having the best time. I had to admit this was one of their better songs and it’s physically impossible to stay still during it. Quinn stood there frozen before giving in and started to jump around with me, not daring to let me out of his grasp. He sung the lyrics he was embarrassed to admit he knew with me, caught a guitar pick for me and held me as I cried during Just Pretend.

“Holy fucking shit, this guy is an animal.” Quinn gasped as the lead singer, Noah let out the most primal, gluttonous screams during the encore of dethrone. He wasn’t wrong though, I could feel those screams in my bones.

The concert finally ended, tears prickling my eyes as black and red confetti stuck to us and covered the entire floor. I didn’t want to leave but we had to. That was the best concert I’ve never witnessed and it felt so bittersweet that it was over.

“So, have I been a good boyfriend or what?”

I just chuckled as we made our way outside. The cold air hit my face and it felt like heaven after being a sweaty mess for three hours. We got into the car and Quinn leaned over to help me with my seat belt. I never once questioned why he started doing it, but I wasn’t about to complain about my boyfriend being this close to me at any given moment. His eyes were a perfect shade of green, the kind of green you wanted your morning matcha to be. They peered so deeply into mine I didn’t realize he asked me a question.

“So what’s my prize?”

“You’ll find out when we get home.”

[midnightloversmusic]

Request for Shane Boose (Sombr), with a girlfriend who makes like whimsy folk music, fluff, with a little bit of anxiety on readers part because his musics getting big and shes so proud but she is scared because hes getting bigger, and maybe she isnt enough now. Please and thank you!!

Heyyy, finally someone I can share my sombr obsession with lol!!! Thank you for requesting :)

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You have loved music since before you knew how talk. You've been making it for what seems like forever. Everything about music spoke to you. Lyrics that resinated with the masses, and squeezed your heart strings, guitar melodies that had you dreamily staring off into space, and piano chords that you could feel deep in your soul.

When you got your first guitar you were 11 years old. You knew you wanted to be a musician from the start. You slowly worked up the skills to make melodies for your lyrics and when you were 15 you figured out how to produce your own music and upload it on Spotify.

You still don't understand how it happened. People fell in love with your music so quickly. they started calling it "whimsical masterpieces" and your sounds started trending on TikTok and filtered over to other social media platforms. It happened so quickly that you couldn't even pause for a second. You put out song after song and wrote lyrics like there was no tomorrow.

When you got a record deal you were thrilled, It was new and exciting. They helped you produce your first full album and got you a tour. You couldn't wait to meet all the people who had made this happen for you. All the fans who streamed your music.

You had never been better.

until you met him.

Your tour manager told you about a new singer, he went by the name "Sombr". you had heard his song Caroline from a few years back and instantly fell in love with his voice. You'd been listening to his music ever since.

You were ecstatic to know that you'd not only be meeting him, but living with him on a tour bus for months. You hoped a friendship could bloom and maybe even be able to make some music with him.

As tour kicked off it was all a blur of busses, endless fans, new cities, but meeting Shane stuck out. Shane was never a blur.

He was truly a ray of light and a center of peace on the hectic tour. He was funny and smart and your fans loved him as well as his fans loved you.

A friendship bloomed quicker than you could've imagined, you hit it off immediately.

Post show movie nights snuggled on the couch. Playing each other new song ideas, jamming out on guitar, and reading quietly beside each other.

It was nice to have someone you could talk to about a newfound fame.

That was until his song "Back to Friends" blew up completely.

More and more people started coming to your shows to see him open, and you were so proud of him, but it seemed that you and him had less and less in common in the months that followed.

You got more distant, your brain insisting that because of his newfound popularity that you weren't a good enough musician to hang out with him. You thought that he would leave eventually and become to big to even remember your existence.

Shane noticed, of course he did.

He had been confused. he thought he'd made a friend and wanted to confide in you about the rapid success he had gained, but you seemed off. You smiled at him, congratulated him, but avoided spending any extra time with him if you could help it.

It hurt his feelings, if he were being honest, he had started having more romantic feelings toward you and was going to ask you out before you started distancing yourself.

Shane started going over everything he could have done wrong in his head. Did he say something, or do something that made you upset?

he knew he could be loud, sometimes too much. He thought you liked it though. He always felt like he could be his truest self around you.

After a show in Boston he decided to talk to you, if it was something he did, he needed to make it right.

he missed you.

As expected he watched you get off the stage and pass him, you murmured a quick and concise,

"you sounded great out there earlier"

but before he could say anything back, you had already left and headed toward the tour bus.

He frowned, and took a deep breath before following you out of the venue.

"y/n!" he shouted after you,

It looked As if the sound of his voice pained you, or startled you because when you stopped walking it took you a few moments to turn around. Internally battling on wether or not you should keep walking.

wow.

Shane thought,

I must have really fucked this up.

He ran up to meet you, his facial expression could only be described as a kicked puppy. His brown eyes pleading before he said anything to you,

"y/n, look I know I'm a lot. I can be shitty, I'm loud, I'm rowdy, I talk too much, I'm too unserious, and I know you can do so much better but I really like you and I need you to tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. please."

you took a sharp breath in.

The pain in his voice startled you, you had no idea he felt that way about you, you never wanted to hurt him. You were just protecting yourself from the pain that would come when he inevitably left you behind to start his newfound career.

"Shane," you said like it pained you.

Before you could explain yourself he cut you off again,

"No. Don't do that. I need to know what I did wrong, I miss you okay? I miss you so fucking much it hurts. I miss cuddling on the couch, I miss your laugh, your smile, everything about you, and you just left. You're still here but you're gone and I need to know how to get you back and-"

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

You couldn't stand watching him beat himself up over your stupid tendency to hide yourself away.

the kiss was sweet, it was soft and gooey, it was everything you had ever dreamed about. His lips were soft and you could feel his little breaths of air puff across your face. the tickle of his curls brushing your cheeks.

you smiled against his lips and he pulled away gasping softly. He rested his forehead against yours and his eyebrows were scrunched like he was in pain,

"you- I-, you left, Why-"

"Shane," you whispered

"I thought you were going to leave me." you croaked out

"What?"

"You were doing so good with your music, I mean I don't even know why you're still opening for my tour, I should be opening for you now."

you sigh.

"I just thought that once your music started kicking off you'd be so enthralled by the fame that you'd forget about me. I mean I'm not a good enough musician to even be seen talking with you anymore"

"no," He sounded like your words were a knife that sliced right through him,

"You are the best musician I know and I don't know how you could ever think I could forget about you. you are everything to me. Don't you get it? You're everything. I'd give it all up to be by your side."

"Shane," you breathed out

you brought your lips back up to his for another kiss. This one was firmer, passion poured into every part of it. You wanted this forever. You wanted him forever, and you thought he might feel the same.

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[peaceqi]

★ what kind of music each love & deepspace boy would listen to! ★

hcs of zayne, rafayel, and xavier's music taste ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱

pairing: lnds boys x reader

warnings: none

zayne:

he listens to classical music 90% of the time. it's not because he particularly likes it, but he just got used it after listening to classical music to focus while studying 12 hours a day as a med student. now, in pavlovian fashion, he'll play it while performing surgeries to really get him in the zone. the other 10% is, surprisingly, cutesy kpop girl group songs. think "russian roulette" by red velvet, "magnetic" by illit, and "only" by leehi. he doesn't go out of his way to find these songs, but he'll hear them in passing and get one stuck in his head. he's one of those people that'll get hooked and listen to a song over and over again, especially while he's working out or when he needs an energy boost. he's embarrassed about it, so he'll try to hide it from you, only listening to music with his earbuds in. but there's been times where you catch him:

"zayne, i didn't know you were into red velvet," you stifle a giggle. you hold his phone up to him, the song "russian roulette" on the lock screen. he crosses his arms, ears turning pink, "what's so funny about that? ...it's catchy." "nothing! i just didn't expect that from you," you laugh. you hand him his phone back, "i can teach you the dance, i know it by heart," you tease. "hmm," he raises an eyebrow, an amused look on his face. "i'd like to see that."

xavier:

he likes a few different genres of music, but he tends to like classic rock and alternative the most. some of his favourite songs are "little dark age" by mgmt, "eyes without a face" by billy idol, and "let it happen" by tame impala. he doesn't like to explore new music often and will usually just stick to what he already likes. he'll often blast music through his through his earbuds when he's fighting wanderers alone or when he's trying to stay awake. he's had a lot of time on earth, so his taste spans a lot of different music eras. there's been a few times when he's complained about how he "just doesn't get music nowadays." sometimes he'll show you a super old song and be surprised that you've never heard of it before:

xavier hands you an earbud, the other one in his ear. he shows you a song on his phone that you don't recognize. after a few seconds of listening, you shake your head, "i don't know this one." "really?" xavier looks at you shocked. "this song was huge in the 80s." you hand him back his earbud, "see that's why i don't know it, i'm not 40," you tease. "they just don't make music like this anymore," he sighs. you laugh, "xavier, that makes you sounds so old!' he smiles back at you, "i think those songs are just timeless."

rafayel:

he's into artsy stuff. he's one of those people who listens to a song or album multiples times to dissect and analyze every part of it, appreciating it as an art form. some of his favourite songs include "my love mine all mine" and "washing machine heart" by mitski, as well as "movement" by hozier. he plays music while working on paintings, because apparently, "listening to complex music helps with the artistic process." he also experiences sound-to-colour synesthesia, which explains why the music helps him paint. he has a really pretty singing voice and will often hum or sing his favourite songs, but will get shy when you ask him to sing for you. despite his usual pretentious music taste, he'll occasionally get hooked on some generic top 40s song, like something by drake.

rafayel had been humming the same song over and over again while working on a painting of you. you couldn't help but close your eyes and focus on the melody, "what song is that?" you ask. he pauses from humming, his concentration on his painting unwavering, "my love mine all mine by mitski." "it's nice, i've never heard of it before," you reply. "i'm not surprised, i have spectacular taste, you know," he boasts. you stare at him blankly, "wasn't your top song last year passionfruit?" holding back a laugh. his ears and cheeks turn bright red, "those are never accurate anyways."

[caratfairytales]

Locked in Harmony

Woozi x reader

Release date: March 29, 2025

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Summary:

Y/N and Woozi have always had a steady work relationship-professional yet comfortable as they collaborate on SEVENTEEN's new album.

But when they get accidentally locked in the studio late at night, they're forced to confront the tension that lingers beneath their usual dynamic.

As exhaustion sets in and conversation drifts beyond just music, unspoken feelings begin to surface. Trapped with only each other for company, they realize that maybe their connection runs deeper than just work.

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The dim glow of the studio monitors flickered in the dark room, the low hum of an unfinished track looping endlessly in the background. The clock on the wall read 1:47 AM, and I felt every second of exhaustion settling into my bones. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and the faint notes of the song we had been working on for hours.

Woozi, as usual, looked unaffected by the late hour. His fingers danced over the keyboard with a practiced ease, each keystroke adding layers to the melody that filled the room. To anyone else, he appeared completely immersed in his work, but I knew better. I could see the slight crease in his brow and the way his lips pressed together in concentration.

“You should take a break,” I murmured, rubbing my tired eyes.

“Almost done,” he replied, not bothering to look away from the screen.

I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. “That’s what you said an hour ago.”

He ignored me, his focus unwavering. I knew better than to argue with him when he was in this mode. He was a perfectionist, and nothing less than flawless would do.

Still, I was exhausted.

Sighing, I stood up and stretched, feeling the tension in my muscles. “I need a drink. Want anything?”

“Just water,” he replied, barely glancing in my direction.

I nodded and walked toward the door, reaching for the handle. I twisted it, expecting it to swing open, but to my surprise, it wouldn’t budge.

I frowned. “Uh… Woozi?”

“What?”

“The door won’t open.”

He turned away from his laptop, standing up to test the door himself. He twisted the handle once, then twice, before pushing against it with an irritated sigh.

“Locked,” he muttered.

I crossed my arms. “No kidding.”

He pulled out his phone, only to let out a frustrated sigh. “No signal.”

I checked mine and groaned when I saw “No Service” in the top corner. “Perfect. Just perfect.”

Woozi rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. “The staff must’ve locked up for the night.”

“Great,” I deadpanned. “We’re stuck.”

“Looks like it,” he said, his tone resigned.

I let out a dramatic groan and slumped onto the couch. “Amazing. Trapped in a room with Lee Jihoon all night. What a dream come true.”

Woozi shot me an unimpressed look. “Try not to sound too thrilled about it.”

As the minutes dragged on, the initial irritation of being locked in began to fade into a strange sense of calm. The studio, with its muted lighting and soft hum of equipment, felt oddly cozy. I could hear the faint sounds of the city outside, but in our little bubble, it felt like time had stopped.

“You’re really just going to keep working?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as he returned to his desk.

“What else am I supposed to do?” he replied, fingers already tapping away at the keys.

“I don’t know, maybe talk to me? Be human?”

He sighed but eventually turned his chair to face me. “Fine. Let’s talk.”

I smirked, feeling the tension ease between us. “Wow. A miracle.”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but the corners of his lips twitched upward.

I shifted my weight, leaning forward in my seat. “Do you ever get tired of this?”

He tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “Of what?”

“Of always working. Always striving for perfection.”

Woozi exhaled, his gaze drifting to the floor as he considered my question. “Sometimes. But I love what I do. Even when it’s exhausting.”

I nodded, understanding his passion. “Yeah… I get that.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on us. I could hear the faint sounds of the city outside, but in our little bubble, it felt like time had stopped.

“You know,” I started slowly, “sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we weren’t just working all the time. Like, if we could just… be. No pressure, no deadlines.”

Woozi looked at me, his expression softening. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if we could just hang out, like normal friends?” I suggested. “No music, no expectations. Just… us.”

He considered this, and for a moment, I could see a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps? “I think I’d like that,” he said slowly. “But what would we even do?”

I grinned, the playful side of me coming out. “We could binge-watch terrible reality shows, eat junk food, and make fun of everything.”

Woozi chuckled lightly, the sound warm and genuine. “You’d probably end up making fun of me for every cringe-worthy moment.”

“Of course! It’s my job,” I teased, and he rolled his eyes, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Okay, but what if we actually did that sometime?” he asked, a hint of seriousness creeping into his tone. “Just hung out, without all the music?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Are you asking me on a friend date?”

“Maybe,” he replied, his expression playful yet sincere.

I felt a warmth spread through me at the thought. “I’d like that.”

The conversation flowed easily between us, and as we talked, I realized just how much I enjoyed this side of him—the one that wasn’t always focused on work, the one that could laugh and share ideas without the pressure of perfection looming over us.

After a while, I noticed my eyelids growing heavy again. It had been hours since I’d had a proper break. I fought to stay awake, but the exhaustion was overwhelming. When I felt myself dozing off again, I instinctively leaned against his shoulder, feeling the warmth radiating from him.

When I stirred awake, my head was still resting against something solid and warm. I blinked, confused for a moment, until I realized it was Woozi’s shoulder. My breath hitched as I registered the intimate position. Worse—he hadn’t moved me.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice low and sleepy.

I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked comfortable,” he replied, a hint of mischief in his tone.

My heart raced as I processed his words. I felt a mix of embarrassment and warmth at the thought that he would let me rest against him like that. It felt oddly intimate, and I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to this moment than just friendship.

Silence stretched between us, charged with an unspoken tension. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the air thick with the weight of our proximity.

“Y/N…” he began, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

Before I knew it, the space between us disappeared. His lips brushed against mine—tentative, testing the waters. But when I didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, his fingers curling gently around my wrist.

It was a soft kiss, exploratory, as if he was trying to memorize the moment. My heart raced as I melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth radiate from him. It felt electric, a moment that had been building for far too long.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other.

“What was that?” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his eyes searching mine for answers. “But it felt right.”

Before either of us could say anything more, the sound of keys jingling outside the door made us jump apart.

“Why was the door locked?” Seungcheol asked as he stepped into the room, confusion etched across his face.

Woozi cleared his throat, standing up quickly. “Faulty lock.”

I nodded rapidly, trying to regain my composure. “Yeah. Totally faulty.”

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes but didn’t push further. “Well, you’re free now.”

As we stepped out of the studio, Woozi glanced at me, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

“Guess we’ll have to get locked in more often,” he murmured, his tone teasing yet sincere.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide my grin. “Yeah, right.”

As we walked out into the cool night air, I felt a shift between us—one that promised more moments like this in the future.

“Hey,” Woozi said, stopping in his tracks and turning to face me. “About earlier…”

I held my breath, anticipation swirling in my chest. “Yeah?”

He took a step closer, his expression serious. “I don’t want that to be a one-time thing. I want to explore this… whatever this is between us.”

My heart fluttered at his words. “Me too. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”

His eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Then let’s figure it out together.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. This was the beginning of something new, something exciting.

“Let’s get ice cream first,” I suggested, my playful side returning. “You can’t start a relationship on an empty stomach.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Okay, ice cream it is.”

As we walked side by side, the city lights twinkling around us, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope. The night was still young, and so were we. Whatever the future held, I knew we would face it together, one note at a time.

The evening air was crisp and refreshing, and as we strolled down the street, I stole glances at Woozi, who seemed more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. The tension from earlier had dissipated, replaced by an easy camaraderie that felt like a breath of fresh air.

“So, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Woozi thought for a moment. “I think I’d have to say mint chocolate chip. Classic, but it’s got a good balance of flavors.”

“Interesting choice,” I replied, grinning. “I’m more of a cookies and cream person myself. Can’t resist the crunch.”

He chuckled, and for a moment, it felt like we were just two friends enjoying a night out, free from the pressures of work and the expectations that usually surrounded us.

We arrived at the ice cream shop, the neon sign flickering cheerily against the night sky. The shop was surprisingly empty, the late hour keeping most customers away. We stepped inside, the cool air filled with the sweet scent of sugar and cream.

“Two scoops of mint chocolate chip, please,” Woozi said to the cashier, and I watched as he smiled, his eyes lighting up at the thought of ice cream.

“And I’ll have a scoop of cookies and cream,” I added, feeling a rush of excitement.

We paid and took our cones to a small table by the window, the world outside bustling with life. As we sat down, I couldn’t help but smile at Woozi.

“See? Ice cream is the perfect way to celebrate our newfound… whatever this is,” I said, taking a bite of my ice cream.

He chuckled, his expression softening. “You’re right. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad we got locked in the studio.”

“Me too,” I admitted, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Who knew a faulty lock could lead to something so… amazing?”

“Sometimes, the best things come from unexpected situations,” he replied, his gaze steady on mine.

We spent the next hour chatting and laughing, sharing stories about our favorite songs, embarrassing moments from our time in the company, and our hopes for the future. With each passing moment, I felt the walls I had built around my heart begin to crumble, replaced by a sense of trust and connection I had never anticipated.

As we finished our ice cream, Woozi leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. “This was really nice,” he said. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

“Me neither,” I replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “I think we should do this more often.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “What, get locked in and then go for ice cream?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, I meant hanging out, like this. Just the two of us.”

“Deal,” he said, extending his pinky finger toward me.

I grinned and linked my pinky with his, sealing the promise.

As we left the ice cream shop, the night air felt invigorating, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what lay ahead. We walked side by side, our fingers brushing against each other occasionally, sending little sparks of electricity through me with each contact.

“Do you think we’ll get in trouble for being out so late?” I asked, glancing at him playfully.

“Probably,” he replied with a smirk. “But it’s worth it.”

With Woozi by my side, I felt like anything was possible. The future, once filled with uncertainty, now felt bright and full of promise.

As we walked back to the company building, I felt a sense of belonging, a connection that transcended our roles as colleagues and friends. Whatever this was between us, it was real, and I was ready to embrace it wholeheartedly.

When we finally arrived at the building, the night was still young, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together.

“Let’s do this again soon,” I said, stepping closer to him, my heart racing at the proximity.

“Definitely,” he replied, his gaze steady and sincere.

We stood there for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words and promises. I could feel a smile tugging at my lips, a sense of joy bubbling up inside me.

“Goodnight, Woozi,” I said softly, my heart racing as I prepared to turn away.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, his voice warm.

As I walked away, I felt lighter than air, a newfound sense of hope and excitement guiding my steps. The night had been unexpected, but it had brought us closer together, and I couldn’t wait to see where this new chapter would take us.

With each step, I replayed the moments we had shared—the laughter, the kiss, and the promise of what was to come. The world outside felt vibrant and alive, and I knew that with Woozi by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And maybe, just maybe, we could create a beautiful harmony together—one note at a time.

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

Note: I don’t know how I feel about this one.

[wlntrsldler]

If the boys played “never have I ever” in an interview, what would be revealed to the public?

I SPRINTED TO MY COMPUTER

here's the transcript of poisoned mercury's buzzfeed interview where they played never have i ever as part of their press tour to promote their new album:

interviewer: thank you guys for coming!

luke *smiling while he fixes his mic*: thanks for having us :) we were just talking about how we used to do buzzfeed quizzes when we were younger.

travis: there were many days where we'd be in luke's house back in connecticut and completely forget that we were supposed to be rehearsing because we got caught up trying to figure out which inside out emotion we were.

interviewer: well, i'm glad to hear it because today we're gonna play a game of 'never have i ever.'

chris: unrelated but i fucking love that show. team paxton for life.

luke: dude no. ben is clearly the right choice.

connor: ok mr. enemies to lovers, of course you'd say that.

luke: shut up???!

travis: i think if we took the inside out quiz again right now, i'd get disgust because that's how i feel being in a band with two idiots who are so in love with their girlfriends.

connor: swear to god if i hear another "no you hang up first," from either one of you *looks at chris and luke* i'm blowing my brains out.

interviewer looks around the room, trying to ask the producers what she should do. the video editors are already stressing because they know they have to bleep out a lot of the words the boys are using.

interviewer: .... so let's start with the first question. never have i ever gone skinny dipping.

chris: fuck, how did you get all of us on the first question?

connor: yeah we've gone skinny dipping a few times, but the most recent was last summer. mama c-- shoutout mama c, we love you!

luke: yeah, we love you mama!

connor: she put all of us on timeout and we spent the entire summer at a music camp and on our last night, we all went skinny dipping at the lake with our roommates.

luke: oh shit, i forgot about that. those were good times. *looks at chris* i miss camp bro.

chris: me too.

travis *stares deadpan into the camera*: do you see what we have to deal with?

interviewer: never have i ever had a crush on a friend's sibling.

travis: guilty.

chris *turns his head so fast*: given that you're related to connor and luke is an only child, you better be talking about a non-band friend.

travis *shrugging*: your older sister is hot, rodriguez.

chris: stay away from my sister.

luke *looks at the interviewer with wide eyes*: next question or you'll have a video to submit to worldstar.

interviewer: oh! uh, okay-- never have i ever accidentally posted something to my main account instead of my private or close friends one.

connor *cracking up*: castellan, wanna take this one?

luke *blushing*: this feels like a targeted question because we know the infamous video of me with the handsome squidward filter on (the hozier incident) that was supposed to go on my close friends story! i was so embarrassed. to be clear, i was JOKING. i don't actually flirt like that.

travis: i've seen you flirt with y/n, and you in the squidward video had more game than you normally do.

luke *teasing because he knows travis does not want a relationship*: and yet who's single between the two of us?

connor: oh he got you there.

travis: y/n, if you're watching this, you deserve better. he's a loser. i have better friends i can set you up with.

luke: five star, if you're watching this, you're stuck with me. there's no going back.

interviewer: never have i ever had a song written about me.

chris: this is a great pivot to promote our sophomore album's lead single, "kiss her you fool!" we wrote this song about our front man, luke, here. our second album "optimism don't come easy (unless it's with you)" is out now.

interviewer: i love that shameless self-promo.

connor: i think we as a band can benefit from having some shame, but thank you.

chris *turns to luke*: this will also come as a shock to you, but there's another song out in the world that's kinda about you.

luke: huh? which one?

travis: quinnie, remember her? she was in cabin 7. she wrote the bulk of it, but y/n actually gave her the idea. chris and connor helped her with instrumentals and the song is sick.

connor: it was amazing. quinnie is so talented. if you guys haven't heard her music, i highly, highly recommend it. the song we're talking about is called touch tank. you guys should check it out.

chris: agreed. she's also just a fucking cool person. she's one of our closest friends in the industry.

travis *making a heart with his hands*: we love you, quinnie!

interviewer: okay, final question since we're running out of time. never have i ever gone on a world tour for my band's second album.

luke *laughs*: i see what you did there. that was good.

connor: we are soooooo excited to announce that we're going back on tour! this summer, we'll be seeing all your beautiful faces again. tickets go on sale this friday! we hope to see you there!

luke: check out our band's twitter for more information on how to get tickets and to see if we'll be coming to a city near you.

chris: we miss seeing you guys!

travis: see you guys so soon! we love you!

interviewer: that's all the time we have for today. thank you guys so much. it was a pleasure!

[lucydixon]

Euronymous x Pink Girly Metal Headcanons

Are we rocking with the moodboards, or should I go back to potentially recycling photos? Anyway, here are some headcanons for Euro x Girly Pink Reader, who is also a metalhead.

I think that if you walked into Helvete, dressed in all pink, Øystein would immediately be a huge dick to you and try to get you out of his store. He’d shake his head right away and point at the door. It might go a little like this,

“You’re lost, sweetheart.” He scoffed, eying you with clear distaste, “Candy store’s down the street.” 

“I’m actually looking for an album.” You held your hands up in surrender, very much used to this kind of treatment whenever you crossed paths with other people from the scene. “I can’t find it anywhere else, and everyone I talked to told me that if anyone had it, it’d be you.”

“I don’t have anything you’d be looking for.” 

“I dunno,” you shrugged, looking the slightest bit amused, “I’d think you sell anything released by your label, no?” 

“You’re looking for something that came out on my label?” He looked unconvinced. “You?” 

“Death like silence, right?” 

He nodded, looking skeptical. 

“It’s the Abruptum album.” You explained, watching as he raised his brows, “You do have it, don’t you?” 

“Tell whoever it’s for to come get it themselves.” 

“It’s for me.” You frowned. “Is that a problem?” 

“I don’t sell label stuff to posers.” He snapped, unable to believe that someone dressed the way that you were could possibly be into metal enough to know of his obscure label. 

“What do I have to do to prove I’m not a poser?” 

“I can tell just by looking at you.” 

“Quiz me.” You shrugged, eyes locked onto his in a challenging stare. 

“You’re that confident?” He crossed his arms over his chest, sizing you up as you nodded. 

“Alright. We’ll start off easy. What’s the tracklist for the album you’re looking for? Name every song.” 

“Gonna call a trick question easy?” You raised a brow and smirked slightly when you saw the clearly taken aback look on his face. “It’s just the two tracks. Part one and Part two.” 

“Okay, so you did your research.”  Øystein brushed you off dismissively, “Black metal, who started it?” 

“Venom or Sarcofago, depends who you ask.” 

“Rise of the mutants, Who’s album is-” 

“Impaler.” 

The two of you stared at eachother for a full minute. 

“So you know your stuff.” He nodded, finally conceding, although it looked like it pained him a little, “I’ve never seen a metalhead dressed like that.” 

“That’s why I don’t go around calling myself one.” You tried not to look too smug.

He’d be impressed and would hand the album over. Your hands might brush against eachother while you paid, and he’d jerk back like he’d been burned, completely caught off guard by the current flowing between you. 

I think he’d call out to you while you were on your way out the door, a little confused as to why he already felt like he wanted to see you again. 

“You can come back if you want.” 

“I will.” 

You’d be stuck in his head. He’d run through your interaction over and over again, trying to figure out if he was just still completely shocked by your metal knowledge despite your clothes, or if he wanted to fuck you. 

You’d come back a few days later after having listened to the album, looking for another. This time, he wouldn’t try to kick you out. He’d find himself asking if you’d liked it while he helped you look for your next vinyl. He’d be friendlier. Still standoffish, but a little less so than before, as he looked you over discreetly. 

When you leave, he’d conclude that it wasn’t just shock. He would want to fuck you, but more than anything he’d found you interesting and wanted to know more about you. This would unsettle him a little. 

He’d find himself looking at the door every time the bell above it chimed, slightly disappointed every time that it wasn’t you.

You’d come by every few days and give him a review of whichever album you’d bought the time before, looking for a new one. I think that the two of you would become friendly, making small talk at first, then getting to know eachother a bit. Eventually, it would blossom into full-on flirty banter and casual touches. A hand on the arm here, fingers purposely brushing against eachother when an item changed hands. 

He’d invite you to a show at some point, trying to be casual about it while watching a grin stretch across your face. Your excitement would give him a little bit of reassurance, especially if you immediately said yes. 

You’d be so easy to spot in the crowd. He’d look for you the second he stepped on stage and find you already staring back at him. It would be hard for him not to smile, but he’d have to bite it back, unwilling to look soft while they were on stage. 

After the show, you’d be waiting for him by the bar. You’d gush over how good the show was, and he’d immediately go backstage to blow off his friends to go get a drink with you, dead set on using his post-performance confidence to make a move. And he would. 

Before you’d even made it to the bar two blocks away, you’d find yourself pinned to a brick wall, kissing him. It would be a little unexpected, but immediately reciprocated. You’d melt right into him, and the two of you would spend most of the night making out like teenagers. 

You’d start dating not long after that, but he wouldn’t want his friends to see him with you. Your feelings would be hurt. How could they not be? Your boyfriend didn’t want to be seen with you.

Finally, you’d walk into Helvete one afternoon, all sad because his friends are there, which means you aren’t allowed to talk to him. He’d feel so bad that it made his chest hurt, so he’d hop down from the counter, march over there, and kiss you in front of everyone while they watched, slack-jawed.  

Everyone would get used to it after a short adjustment period, especially after you open your mouth in front of them for the first time and jump right into whatever conversation they’re having about obscure metal things, shocking them all with your extensive knowledge. 

Anytime anyone makes a comment about your clothes, Øystein would slap them upside the head and shoot them a threatening look. He’d be fiercely protective of you and would make sure that you were always in reach, especially at gigs. 

You’d always be touching in some way, an arm draped over your shoulders, a hand on the small of your back or resting on your ass posessively. I don’t see him as much of a handholder, but he’ll always be holding something. 

If you’re sitting anywhere, it’s in his lap. Always. 

If he ever sees anyone making eyes at you, he’d pull you in for a sloppy makeout, grabbing your ass in plain view of whoever it is, all while maintaining eye contact. 

Øystein would love seeing you in his leather jacket. Anytime you’re even a little bit cold, he’d be shrugging it off and draping it over your shoulders. 

This man would absolutely try and get you to dress more metal, even if you try to shut down every attempt he makes. He’d constantly be buying you leather cuffs and little black accessories, and of course, you’d wear them, only because he went out and bought them for you. He’d learn pretty quick that you never said no if he bought something for you and would take full advantage. 

I don’t think he’d completely try and change your style. I think he’d slowly start to love the pink and the intensity of the contrast between the two of you when you’re out in public. It would draw people’s attention, and if anything, having a super girly, pink girlfriend would make him look a bit tougher. 

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