#someone more talented than me pls make a gif set

[ryuttaeng]

6th member maknae ( probably like a few months younger than Yuna )

Who's like insecure ,not physical or talent but like personality wise

"I do always wonder if I'm good enough for this group" "I'm a little worried if my unnies might get uncomfortable with me one day" "do they find me annoying?"

Hurt / comfort if you can pls thank you in advance ☞⁠￣⁠ᴥ⁠￣⁠☞

pairing: itzy x 6th member!reader

summary: you huffed after a long practice, sitting on the cold floor, and wondering, are you doing enough?

contents/warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurities, mental breakdown, reader younger than yuna for 4 months, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: hurt/comfort

“okay 5 minutes break and we will continue!” your choreographer announced, making you almost flop on the floor. you noticed your trainings became more intense and more difficult than usual. whether it was your upcoming comeback or you’re being not eno…

“y/n!” you flinched as you heard yuna nearly shouting your name. you quickly got up, feeling your head spin. “sorry, unnie… what you were talking about?” you asked, closing your eyes to concentrate. “i was saying that it’s practice time again.” she said, walking away. you noticed your choreographer came back, and all of them were waiting for you only.

you stood in your position, waiting for the song begin, but as long as you moved, your body started to get tired. you looked down, feeling like crying, blinking your tears away. you also felt your unnie’s gaze on you, feeling like they were judging you for your… everything actually. your stage presence, your personality. “i- i’m sorry…” you excused yourself, running away from the practice room.

girls heard you muttered out an excuse before you run off from the room. looking at each other, they silently asked themselves where you were going, as you didn’t warned them about your plans or something else.

they had to wait until their practice was over before they could finally rush to their dorm and ask you about your sudden change.

the dorm was unusually silent, even though they weren’t sure if you were here until they heard quiet whimpers. they were coming from your room, but the door wasn’t locked or closed. yeji carefully started moving forward your room, being followed by other members.

yeji slightly opened the door, carefully looking inside the room. the lights were off, and the sun already started to set, but they still noticed you in the vague light.

you didn’t turned around, but you still knew they were watching you. you looked through the window, watching the sun setting as you didn’t even spoke. decided to not to disturb you, your unnies take a step back, before leaving you alone.

your quite suspicious behaviour during the next week is the same as you acted before. you barely spoke to anyone, exception was when you interacted with other girls on variety shows. managers already had a talk with you, but it went unsuccessfully, cut no ice.

you blinked several times before you could even begin to understand what’s going on around you. you stood in practice room again, like you’ve been here 3 weeks ago. you turned your head only to realise you froze on the spot when lia accidentally pushed you. six pairs of eyes looked at you, making you gulp, as you stared at them too. “y/n? you’re okay?” yeji asked, receiving no response from you. you shook your head, only to nod after and again say ‘no’ by shaking your head.

you sighed, leaning on the bathroom stall. “i wonder if i even belong in this group…” you whispered, looking down. you always avoided talking on this topic with someone surrounding you, but something that you missed to do was to check if you closed the bathroom door.

“y/n? why would you say that?” you could hear yuna ask, as she walked in. you turned, totally confused by your own oversight, taking steps backwards when other four girls stood in the doorway.

you gulped, avoiding their gazes again. “i- i don’t have anything against you guys…” you muttered out, when yuna suddenly hugged you. “we know, but we don’t want you to leave us…” yuna mumbled, as she put her nose on your neck, nearly crying.

yeji approached you, rubbing your back. “yuna’s is right, you’re our little sister, y/n.” yeji said, as she witnessed your eyes watering, looking in her eyes. you covered your face with your hands to spare yourself from embarrassment, but you felt someone’s hands taking yours in hers.

ryujin removed your hands from your face, making you hug yuna and her, while others hugged three of you. “unnies…” you mumbled, trying to not cry but you couldn’t help yourself.

it felt like all your worries started to slowly washing away after you felt your unnies surrounding you with warmth and feeling of safety. you muttered out several ‘thank you’ and ‘i love you’ before you could calm down.

“please remember that you’re not annoying, you’re appreciated.”

[ateez-amanda]

The Plan

Time: February 2020

Summary: After Seungkwan learns about Jeonghan's little crush, he meets up with Wooyoung to come up with a plan to set the two up

Masterlist

characters: svt's jeonghan, joshua, woozi, seungkwan, and atz's wooyoung. (amanda is only mention in this scenario)

a/n: this is the prequel to Set Up. i also suggest reading no way before this too. made this scenario in celebration of my 100 followers!! thank you guys so much for your love and support😘. this is also a teaser for next couple of fluff scenarios about jeonghan and amanda coming up. (it's about time🙄) I hope you all like it. pls let me know what you think.

taglist: @skzfairies @3nhyp3nn [send an ask if you want to be on/off the taglist! :) ]

“Let’s try it one more time.” Woozi instructed Seungkwan, who was currently in the booth recording.

“That's the 23rd time you’ve said that.” Jeonghan grumbled.

“This time with more emphasis on the ending.” The vocal leader ignored Jeonghan's commentary, making Joshua chuckle from his seat on the couch.

Seungkwan jotted down the note on his music sheet, “Okay.” 

Jeonghan mentally groaned, sprawling his body along the couch and resting his head on Joshua’s lap. Woozi’s perfectionism had prolonged their recording session extremely long, keeping Jeonghan from getting some sleep in the comfort of his soft and cozy bed back at the dorm. Although he could get some sleep now while he’s waiting for his turn in the recording booth, his sensitive hearing just wouldn’t allow it.

He pulled out his phone in hopes to find something to entertain him. Aimlessly scrolling through twitter, he caught a quick glimpse of Amanda’s face. He instantly scrolled back up to the clip and clicked on it. 

Nowadays he often finds himself admiring random photos and video clips of her as he scrolled through his private twitter, which was probably why many of her videos began popping up on his for you page.

Joshua snuck a glance at his fellow 95er friend's screen, “Is that another clip of Amanda?” 

Jeonghan hummed a reply, fully engrossed in the video with a tender smile spread across his face. Joshua grinned, intrigued to see his friend interested in someone. A rare occurrence. 

He was probably the only one that knew about Jeonghan’s interest in Amanda. He had sensed something between the two when he spotted them together backstage at MAMA last year. But everytime Joshua inquired about Jeonghan’s feelings for her, he always managed to find a way to dodge it. One of Jeonghan’s many talents.

“Great job! You're all done for today Seungkwan.” Woozi’s sudden compliment to Seungkwan drawed the two 95’s attention back. Jeonghan sprung up on the couch, swiftly putting his phone away, ready for his turn in the booth.  

Seungkwan gave a thumbs up to him as he began gathering his things. The vocal leader spun his chair towards Jeonghan, “Let’s take a break for a few minutes before we start on your session.”

“No problem.” Jeonghan returned to his previous position on the couch. Although he wanted nothing more to finish his recording, he knew the break was more for Woozi than it was for him. 

Woozi had been helping a majority of the members record their part since the beginning of the day. Plus the group has been diligently preparing for their upcoming tour these past few weeks, so of course he was extremely exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes and him chugging down his 8th cup of coca cola (the man has a serious obsession) only confirmed it. 

“Good work today, Kwanie!” Jeonghan compliments his younger member.

“Thanks, hyung!” The younger member beamed, feeling proud to be getting compliments from his hyungs as he packed his bag.

Woozi sipped his drink before asking, “Are you going back to the dorms?”

“No, I’m meeting a dongsaeng.”

“Which one?” Joshua questioned, knowing well that Seungkwan sociability led him to easily make numerous friends in the industry.

“Ateez’s Wooyoung.” 

Jeonghan’s ear perks up recalling the familiar name of the group and the member. He jerked up from laying on the couch startling the vocal team’s youngest member, “When did you become friends with him?” 

“I’ve told you this before.”

A puzzled expression spread across the older member’s face, obviously not recalling it, “I don’t think so.”

“I did. Backstage at MAMA. Ringing any bells?” Jeonghan remained clueless, triggering Seungkwan to let out an exasperated huff, “Forget it. I’m going now. See ya.”

“Wait!” Jeonghan suddenly blurted, which not only baffled Seungkwan and the other two members witnessing the scene but mostly himself.

“Pfftt.” Everyone's eyes shifted from Jeonghan towards the other 95er in the room, who was snickering after putting the puzzle together. 

Finally Seungkwan was the first to speak up and ask the question they were all wondering, “What’s wrong?”

Jeonghan froze. What should he say? 

I happen to be interested in your new dongsaeng Wooyoung’s member Amanda. So help me meet her. 

If he told Seungkwan about his little crush, he knew Seungkwan would never let him live it down and neither will Woozi. Just looked at Joshua's smug grin right now and Jeonghan hadn’t even officially confessed to him. 

Yet this might be his only chance to find out more about her and get a chance to meet her again. 

After a few seconds of contemplating, he agreed upon subtly gaining information from him. He plastered on his most uninterested and chill expression, “Are you friends with any of his members?”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes, “No. But I hear a lot about them from Wooyoung.”

Jeonghan’s shoulders slightly slumped as he mumbled, “So you haven’t met any of the other members.”

“No. Why are you so curious about-” A shocked gasp escaped the younger member’s lips once it hit him like a bag of rocks, “Oh my gosh! Hyung, are you interested in Amanda?”

“That does explain him looking at photos of her earlier.” Woozi chimed in.

“I wouldn’t say I'm interested. More like, curious.” Jeonghan shrugged it off casually, but Joshua shaking his head with a grin smacked onto his face behind him showed otherwise.

Seungkwan became speechless by seeing Jeonghan’s bashfulness for the first time in the decade that he’s known him. The hyung he knew had never really liked anyone. Well as far as he knew.

“When did you meet her?” Woozi asked.

“At MAMA.” 

“Sort of.” Joshua corrected him.

“I would have if you didn’t interrupt.” Jeonghan retorted.

“You would have missed our performance if I didn’t.”

Jeonghan ignored him and redirected his attention back to Seungkwan, “Do you think you can get me a chance to meet her again?”A mischievous grin spread across the younger member’s lips, “You want my help? What do I get out of it?” Jeonghan snarled, causing Seungkwan to laugh, “I’m kidding. I to talk to Wooyoung about meeting her but I can’t promise anything.”

The eldest embraced the youngest in a hug, “Thank you, Seungkwan-ah! This is why you are my favorite dongsaeng.”

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

“True. But let’s just say it is.” Jeonghan teased. Seungkwan rolled his eyes and shoved his hyung off, making Jeonghan laugh.

“Seungkwan hyung?” 

Seungkwan snapped his eye towards his dongsaeng, Wooyoung, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, “Sorry. What did you say?”

“You okay hyung? You seem distracted today.” 

“Yeah. Sorry.” He mumbled. His mind had been miles away. He had been considering how he should ask Wooyoung about Amanda. He wanted to help Jeonghan with his little crush. Even if he won’t admit it’s a crush. But he worried about how Wooyoung would react. “How are your members?”

“Same old same old.” Wooyoung’s eyes glued on the game screen.

“Amanda too?”

Wooyoung nodded, “Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence before Seungkwan finally blurted out, “Is she seeing anyone?

“What?” Wooyoung’s eyes, now filled with dumbfoundedness, shifted over at his hyung, causing him to lose grip on the game controller and lose the game, “Why are you so curious?”

“If I said someone I know is interested in her, what would you say?”

“Who? You?”

“No. One of my members.” Seungkwan sheepishly answered, praying it would be enough. But at last, Wooyoung’s endless peering broke him down, “Jeonghan hyung.”

Wooyoung was even more astonished now, “Really?” Seungkwan nodded in response. There was a few minutes of silence as Wooyoung attempted to wrap his head around this confession. “Is he really serious about her? Because Amanda is too good for him.” 

Seungkwan fondly smiled at his dongsaeng protective brother mode kicking into high gear for his younger member. He knew Amanda had gone through a lot the past year. Although Wooyoung never went into details as to what happened, he could tell Wooyoung was really concerned about her. She was finally in a good place right now and the last thing Wooyoung wanted to do was cause something that could ruin that. “I agree. Amanda seems like an amazing person.”

“The best.” Wooyoung corrected him.

“Yes, the best.” He agreed. “I can promise you, Jeonghan is usually very serious about who he likes. And to be honest it’s the first time I’ve seen him like this. It’s rare to see him interested in someone.”

Wooyoung let out a defeated sigh, “Even if I did say I was okay with it, it’s up to Amanda.”

“Of course. So can you ask her to meet with Jeonghan?”

“I could but I don’t think she will say yes.” 

Confusion surfaced on Seungkwan’s face,“Why? Does she not like Jeonghan?”

Wooyoung couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Amanda hating anyone from Seventeen. The dozens of albums stacked in her room were evidence that it was impossible. “No, it’s just that she’s shy around new people and if she knew that it was a blind date, she won’t say yes.”

“What if she didn’t know about it?” Seungkwan suggested.

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, “You want me to lie to her?”

“More like withholding the full truth.” He revised but Wooyoung didn’t seem convinced, “Come on. The worst thing that can happen is that it doesn’t work out between them.” At least”

“You don’t know how scary she gets when she’s mad.” Wooyoung leaned in towards his hyung before whispering, “You might never see me again.” 

Seungkwan caught a glimpse of the fear flash in the younger boy’s eyes, “That scary, huh?” Wooyoung nodded. Seungkwan contemplated on what the next best strategy was to convince him. “Well, if things go well then she won’t be mad right? She will probably be really grateful. And we both will be there to watch after them. At least we can say we tried.”

Wooyoung ruffled his hair with his hand, letting out a defeated sigh, “Okay.”

“Great!” Seungkwan beamed. “When would Amanda be free?”

“Whenever we don’t have any schedules usually. She likes to lazy around the dorm on those days.” An amused smile spread across Wooyoung, thinking if Amanda was here she would be punching him for embarrassing her in front of one of her favorite idols.

Seungkwan chuckled at his comment, “Jeonghan is the exact same way. Maybe it is meant to be.”

© ateez-amanda — all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

[touyota]

Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen. 

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing 

"Fuck I'm horny." 

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment. 

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room. 

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!" 

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking. 

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist. 

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?" 

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room. 

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura. 

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another. 

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep. 

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think… 

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise.  Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.  

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later. 

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly. 

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)" 

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan 

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face. 

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you. 

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo. 

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly 

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

 let me see that pretty pussy baby, 

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch.  By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent 

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime. 

Keigo: 1 image sent 

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night. 

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment… 

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

 The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set. 

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts! 

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination. 

Room 555 

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice. 

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest. 

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him? 

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs. 

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed. 

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you. 

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced. 

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard. 

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name? 

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps. 

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time. 

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body. 

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes." 

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said. 

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please." 

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh... 

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.  

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep. 

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

[heavcnslyre]

ricky bowen x reader second series!! part four

— (continuation) starstruck au!

first series | series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

IN WHICH common sense drops and ricky (accidentally) tells you something important.

WARNINGS swearing

NOTES first of all, this probably isn’t accurate to an artists song being dropped LMAOO i’m just a normal girl pls excuse that. second of all, im sorry for the inconsistent updates! sports were cleared to start in my state so basketball started (then ended after two days) and i also have schoolwork so i’m kinda all over the place. i was also working on another fic so i found myself sort of ignoring this one but i have a lot of plans for it!! so look out for better updates in the future :D also third of all this is cheesy but i always write cheesy stuff

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

lowercase intended

( tags: @hesvoid34 @omgdani17 )

“hi baby,” ricky said as you answered his facetime call. common sense was dropping in ten minutes— and he wanted you on the phone with him when it did. you grinned.

“hey! you excited?”

he nodded. “yeah! i’m sorta nervous, though. you can never predict how people are going to react to things like this.”

“i get that,” you said. “but whatever happens, you know you will have people who support you.”

“yeah, for sure,” he said. “and i have you, and that’s all that matters, right?”

you laughed. “of course.”

“come in,” ricky called to someone. you heard his door open and suddenly big red was on your screen.

“(y/n)!” big red cheered when he stole the phone from ricky. you laughed.

“red! how are you?”

“great! excited for ricky’s song, as i assume you are too?” he asked. you nodded.

“very!” you checked the time. “three minutes!”

“big red, give me my phone back,” you heard ricky say.

“no. i want to talk to (y/n) more. she likes me better anyways,” big red said. you laughed.

ricky grabbed his phone back from big red and you watched, amused. he grinned at you when he got his phone back and went to sit back on his bed, where big red plopped down next to him.

“after the song drops, i think i’m going to go live on instagram. get some feedback, yknow?” ricky said. you nodded.

“that’s a good idea. i’ll be sure to join.”

he smiled. “are you going to take your accounts off private? no pressure, just wondering. people are probably going to find them no matter what.”

you considered it for a moment. “yeah, i think so. that way we can interact easier, right?”

“yeah of course!” ricky said. “just be aware that you’re going to get a lot of attention. and not all of its going to be positive— and that’s not your fault.”

“i understand,” you said genuinely. “everyone loved you and nini, and everyone loves you. a new person isn’t going to be everyone’s favorite right away.”

“less than a minute!” big red suddenly exclaimed. ricky’s camera shook as big red stood up on ricky’s bed and started jumping. ricky laughed and told him to calm down, but big red ignored him. you laughed as you watched, but then your alarm for the release of the song went off.

“it’s three!” you exclaimed. big red flopped back down on ricky’s bed and ricky set his phone down so he could grab his laptop. he typed for a moment before ‘common sense’ started playing through the speakers. you listened intently and ricky paused on facetime.

before the song (which you knew was beautiful, but hearing it sung professionally just melted your heart) even ended, your notifications on every social media started blowing up with follow requests. you opened twitter and turned your account to public before checking ricky’s tweet.

your notifications were going crazy, with people stalking all of your social media accounts, curious to learn more about you. suddenly you were overly aware of what people were going to see on your accounts, and the type of things they would say. ricky was one of the current most famous singers— and you were a nobody. yet you were lucky enough to be with someone as amazing as ricky. you were sure if you deserved him.

“(y/n)? you there?” ricky asked. you returned to the facetime and smiled at him.

“yeah, i’m here. just dealing with the social media.”

“understandable,” he said. “how’d you like the song?”

“ricky, you know i loved it!” you said. “you’re insanely talented. i’ll make sure to stream it as much as i can.”

“oh, i seriously love you,” ricky said. your eyes widened and after a moment so did his once he realized what he said. you saw ricky give big red a ‘can-you-leave-look’ and then his door opened and closed. he looked back at the phone with a sheepish smile on his face.

“i didn’t mean to say that now,” he explained. “i... meant it, obviously. i just wanted to wait for when i could say it in person.”

“i love you too, ricky,” you said. “i was waiting for us to be in person to say it, too.”

he grinned. “glad we’re on the same page, then.”

“me too. although,” you said. “in your song you did say ‘i think i love you.’”

“yeah, i was hoping you’d just ignore that until i could say it for real. which, you did to be fair,” he said.

you hummed. “i figured i owed you that much. besides, it’s nice to say it now. i love you.”

“i love youuu,” he dragged out. “i should go, start a live on instagram. you better be there, like you promised.”

“i will be. go have fun.”

“i’ll talk to you later,” he said. “i love you!”

you laughed. “i love you too!”

he ended the call and you sat there, a goofy smile on your face. you were in love— and he loved you back. you genuinely couldn’t be happier. ricky bowen was yours, and solely yours.

[morningfears]

DIY Romance

Rating: PG

Summary: “Am I your lock screen? That’s so cute.” “...you weren’t supposed to see that.” For @marvelsperalta​. Ft. YouTuber!Reader and YouTuber!Cal that no one asked for but I’m sort of obsessed with. And pining best friends to lovers! (Also, I haven’t written anything in months pls don’t judge me I’m rusty thx)

Word Count: 1.6k

“Hey, guys! Welcome back to my channel, I hope you’re all having an amazing day! Today’s video is going to be super fun because Calum, my best friend and nine-tenths of my impulse control, is joining me.”

Calum knows that he should glance at the camera as you introduce him, knows that you’ll playfully scold him later as you edit the footage, but he keeps his gaze firmly on you as you smile brightly at the camera. He’s got a small smile of his own, his lips tilted up at the corner, and pink tinged cheeks as you gesture at the table full of craft supplies in front of you both.

“We’re going to be attempting to follow some really interesting holiday crafts, some edible and some not, here on my channel. Notice how I said attempting, by the way. Last year’s holiday video turned into a dumpster fire so quickly so… Hopefully this year will be different! On Calum’s channel, you’re going to get to see me epically fail at learning how to play a few of our favorite holiday pop punk songs on the bass!”

Calum laughs at this as he recalls the last time he attempted to teach you how to play a song on bass. For someone who knew how to play piano and was fairly good at picking up new skills, he remembered thinking that you were hopeless. However, that didn’t stop him from attempting to teach you new songs as it always gave him an excuse to sit just a little closer, his knees touching yours and his fingers brushing over the back of your hand as he attempted to show you the right chord.

“I’ll leave a link to Cal’s channel in the box below, along with his Insta handle because I always get a million comments asking for it because apparently you all have a crush on Cal.”

“I mean, who wouldn’t?” Calum questions, his voice dropping into an over exaggerated caricature of confidence as he winks at the camera. You turn to stare at him for a moment, eyebrows raised but face otherwise void of emotion, before you both giggle at his behavior.

“This is why I don’t let you participate in my videos more than once a year,” you tease with a laugh as Calum nudges your side and you attempt to keep the goofy smile that your subscribers mercilessly point out any time Calum appears on your channel (or on your Instagram) off your face.

You know that it’s cliche, you’ve told yourself that time and time again (and your friends, any time they ask about what’s really going on between you and Calum), but you couldn’t help falling for your best friend. It wasn’t love at first sight, contrary to what everyone seemed to think, but you’ve found that Calum is the kind of person that almost worms his way into your heart. He’s thoughtful and kind, funny and charming, talented and hardworking, and, as if his heart wasn’t already the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, his physical appearance (no matter how drastically he changed his hair or his wardrobe) was just as beautiful.

You sometimes hate that you fell so hard for someone you consider your closest friend. However, when he moves just a little closer as you reach for the basket containing the items you need for your first holiday craft, you can’t help but think about the little moments that make you think your feelings might not be one-sided.

Any time there’s a movie night at Luke’s, any time there’s a dinner at Ashton’s, any time there’s a game night at Michael’s; Calum is always by your side. He somehow always manages to claim the seat to your left, his hand on your knee or his arm around your shoulders. He somehow always manages to capture your attention, regardless of how interested you are in the movie or the food or the game at hand. He always manages to be the center of your world, no matter how many people are around, and even managed to keep your attention in the presence of your (at one time) crush.

You sometimes wonder if it’s just him being friendly, if he’s only treating you this way because he’s comfortable around you, or if he’s really interested.

However, before you can think too much about it, yet again, you push the thought to the back of your mind and return to the craft at hand.

“So, up first,” you hum as you begin pulling the ingredients you’ll need for a homemade sugar cookie out of the small red basket, “sugar cookies! We’re going to make some and then decorate them with a few cool hacks I found on Pinterest. We all know that Pinterest hasn’t been my best friend in recent years so let’s hope that these turn out as nice as they looked online.”

Calum is one of your most competent friends in the kitchen. He knows his way around, even if he isn’t the most confident chef there is, and manages to help you get the dough ready to cut into shapes. As you roll it out, flour on your hands and covering your kitchen counter, your cell phone dings and you huff an annoyed breath.

“No one ever wants to talk to me unless I’m filming,” you laugh as you glance at the camera. “Cal, can you silence that for me, please?” you question as you nod at your flour-covered fingers.

“‘Course,” he hums as he reaches for the device. The moment he picks it up from the counter, it goes off again but you pay it no mind as you focus on getting the dough just right. However, after a moment of silence, you glance up to find Calum grinning at your lock screen.

“What?” you question, a frown on your lips as pause and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Am I your lock screen?” he asks as he clears the notifications and turns the device toward the camera. “That’s so cute!”

“…you weren’t supposed to see that,” you mumble as you glance at the picture of the two of you that you’d set as your lock screen a few weeks prior. It’s a picture that Luke had taken of the two of you, sitting on his couch. Calum is holding a bowl of popcorn above his head, grinning as you attempt to reach for it. It looks like something out of a cheesy film, some ridiculous photo of two idiots in love, and you loved the photo more than you cared to admit.

It made you feel like there was something there, that you weren’t totally crazy for believing there could be more to you and Calum some day, but you never wanted him to see it. It isn’t weird, not really, but it’s also not completely normal, either. It’s a strange limbo area that you’re not sure how to deal with and you almost reach out for the device, flour hands be damned.

“It really is cute,” Calum hums, his smile blinding as he glances up at you. “Fitting, I guess, ‘cause mine’s of the two of us, too.”

“Wait, really?” you ask, your lips parting in surprise as he fishes his own phone out of his pocket and clicks the home button. As the screen wakes, you catch sight of the two of you, sitting in Ashton’s backyard under the fairy lights his girlfriend had strung around the area to keep everything bright. It’s a picture that you didn’t know existed, one you’d never seen before, and you can’t help but smile at it. “That’s such a good picture,” you mumble before you tear your eyes away from it and glance up at Calum. “When was that taken?”

“Few months ago,” he shrugs as he shoves the device back into his pocket. “Ash took it. He said he was sure we’d want it later. He wasn’t wrong.” When you blink in confusion, Calum steps a little closer to you. “I might’ve read this wrong, might’ve read everything wrong, but I like to think that I haven’t. I’d like to think that you feel for me what I feel for you.”

“And what do you feel for me?” you ask, even though you’re half certain you already know the answer.

“I’m into you,” Calum offers, his voice going quiet as he glances down at the floor. “I have been for a while but I’ve just been too afraid to make a move. A real one, anyway. But I’m tired of hinting and hoping.”

“I feel the same,” you nod, a small smile on your lips as you wait for him to lift his gaze from the floor to your eyes. “I’m into you, too. And I’m glad that you made the first move because we both know I would’ve overthought it to the point of nothing actually happening.”

Calum laughs at this, nodding as he considers just how true that statement likely is, and grins at you. “Does this mean that you’ll let me take you on a date tonight instead of us hanging out at Luke’s, watching movies with our friends?”

“Absolutely,” you nod, your grin matching his as you reach for a towel to wipe your hands. “I don’t think I could think of a better way to spend tonight than by having date night with you.”

The pair of you stand there for a moment, grins stretching your lips and nothing else seeming to exist, and Calum moves as if he plans to kiss you when the beeping of your camera battery pulls you from your fantasy. You blink, mildly disoriented, and laugh as you realize that you’d filmed the whole thing. “I don’t think that’s going to make it into the final video,” you hum as you reach to turn off your camera for a moment, “but I don’t think I’m too upset about having that footage.”

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Author’s Note: I haven’t written in months, help. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with this AU it’s just fun. Okay, I’m tired. I’m gonna go watch more YouTube. No, I don’t have a problem. Goodbye.

[shhhlikeme]

Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

***

In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

***

In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

***

Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

***

I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

***

OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

***

More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞

[txthearteu]

extra long tag game (aka a tmi that no one particularly cares for)

tagged by @soobindipity​ 🥰 thank you bb 😌❤️

tagging @btxtreads​​ @choisoobinie​​ @unlocktxt​​ @bffsoobin (this one is long so feel free not to do it ahahahaksksksks)

note: i found the breakers somewhere here in tumblr but i forgot who the owner is, so full credits to whoever owns these breakers

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

of course it’s their debut song Crown. I have to admit, I listened to them not because i discovered them but because of the whole “bighit is releasing another boy group” fiasco. people thought the hype would die down, i did too, but to this day the boys never failed me. they consistently made me happy with the content they gave out for everyone to enjoy. also adding, i think i’m attracted to them more (compared to their seniors) since they’re around my age– something in which i feel like i can relate to (in terms of the content they put out, or the jokes, etc)

TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

becoming a music artist (pop star) 😔

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

travel to Japan and explore the place 😩

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

chopsticks hahahahaha because i usually eat using the spoon and fork when i eat out 

favourite type of plushies and why?

anything twotuckgom related! they’re so soft and convenient because of the size. i also kinda wanna buy the bolsters 👀

favourite song right now?

i don’t have any but if you ask what i’ve been jamming to i’d say its city girls by chris brown

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

producing music, japanese, korean, hacking 

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

so in the city where i live, there are places in which the canals don’t have any stoppers. i saw this kid walking with his family alongside these canals and he was just vibing with the song he was singing to. he was so into the song he was singing that he missed a step and he kinda slipped and fell in to the canal (don’t worry though there weren’t any serious injuries) and i swear it was a funny sight 

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones! when the opportunity is present then i’d listen to my music with no outside noise

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

corndogs 👀

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify since i’m on spotify family 

😌✌️

questions from eri to me:

what’s the best trip/vacation you’ve ever had?

the vacation i had in Japan last year! 10 days never felt so short in my life and i was planning to go back earlier this year but you know...’rona....

do you have any random fears/phobias? if yes, what are they?

i’m the toughest gal everyone knows but i get really creeped out by butterflies or bugs. i also get scared with inanimate objects that look like a human being when it’s laying still in the dark, i’m scared of mirrors as well HAHA.

weirdest food you’ve ever eaten?

worms

do you have any hidden talents? what can you do?

i can curl my tongue into what seems to resemble a three-leafed clover. i can also mimic voices well and, from what my friends said, i could actually dance well and im super fast in picking up choreography hahaha (ok but it’s what they said okay)

what is an activity you’d like to try out someday?

biking/hiking/camping :> 

when did you get your first phone and what type of phone was it?

i think it was back in 4th grade and it was the famous nokia 3310 

what is a movie you never get tired of watching?

flipped!

biggest pet peeve?

 i absolutely get annoyed when someone tries to rush me and by the time i’m ready, they haven’t readied themselves

earliest childhood memory?

i put sand in this ice-cream-cone-looking rock, and i ate the sand thinking it tasted like ice cream

as a child, what did you want to be? what about now?

a music artist (pop star), until now that’s still my dream but unfortunately, i had to be “practical” 

✌️😌

questions from me to you:

android or apple? why?

words of affirmation or physical affection? why?

bean bag or rocking chair? why?

do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)

if someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?

if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)

favorite season and why

what made you enter tumblr?

are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?

to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people

.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

PERSONAL

name: -

nickname: cj

birthday: oct 12

zodiac: libra

nationality: filipino

languages: english, filipino (and my dialect), lil teeny bit or korean and japanese kskskskksks

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5'1 and a half (spare me the half pls im trying to act tall)

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: --

meaning behind my url: to put it simply, i love txt

blog established: start of quarantine

followers: 43 lovely followers! 

FAVORITES

favourite animals: do you know cat and dog?

favourite books: anarchy by styleslegend (swear i've been hyping it since my 1d days) ; the tale of heidi by johanna spyri

favourite colour: yellow/brown/black (can’t choose)

favourite fictional characters: hulk, hinata shoyo, tomoe (from kamisama kiss)

favourite flower: i don’t have any ahahahhaha

favourite scent: mens perfume/deoderant

favourite season: spring

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 6-9

cats or dogs: (i love them both but i really love dogs but i just wanna hug them both because i love both cats and dogs)

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee is my go to energizer, for some chill time i’d go for hot choco

current time: 22:34

dream trip: japan(again)/australia/europe 😩

dream job: music artist 😔

hobbies: playing instruments [violin piano ukelele sometimes guitar and drums], listening to music, writing songs, beatboxing

hogwarts house: slytherin 

last movie watched: oh dear god i cant remember HAHA

last song listened to: bbibbi by iu

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1

random fact(s): if given the chance again, i’d combine mint choco and bubblegum ice cream; when i’m bored i try to re-read all my past lessons AHAHAHAHAHA; currently in a 5-year relationship akshsskskssjsjduskgkad

FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to

city girls - chris brown, young thug

angel or devil - tomorrow by together

paradise - bts

zombie - day6

see you again - tyler the creator, kali uchis

dally - hyolyn, gray

love - kendrick lamar, zacari

redemption (with babes wodumo) - kendrick lamar, zacari

pyramids - frank ocean

all in - monsta x

[baekthecorgi]

“rewrite the stars (haechan) part v. genre: royalty au, slight fluff, angst summary: after 17 years of living normally, haechan receives a life-changing announcement waiting on his doorstep. 

part iv. | part vi.

haechan twiddles his thumbs as yeri dismisses several themed wedding invitations. the girl couldn’t make up her mind and haechan doesn’t give a shit. the only thing he cares about is watching you shine onstage tonight -- something he wouldn’t miss for the world.

on the nights haechan slept over at your house, you would recite lines for the upcoming school musical. haechan already knew you were the lead character. i mean, nothing screams talent more than you.

unfortunately, haechan’s grandmother wanted him to focus more in the wedding preparation. his grandmother commanded that there were to be no more distractions. yeri leans on his shoulder in a subtle manner, enjoying their bonding time. haechan

the thought tugged on his heartstrings. you, meshed in the crowd, while haechan says yes to a woman he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with. ever since the royal family meddled, every decision he picked seemed wrong.

“donghyuck, this goes with my wedding gown, don’t you think?” yeri holds up a certain cream colored piece of paper, embellished with fancy fonts.

“whatever you say,” he replies before grabbing his hoodie and heading for the door. taeil, the royal adviser, follows haechan but he waves him off.

“hubby, where are you going?”

“none of your business,” he eyes her, “and don’t call me hubby. we're engaged but i don’t love you.”

yeri scoffs, “was that supposed to hurt?”

"i’m wasting my time"

“you may love her but you're stuck with me, donghyuck. it’s still me you’re going to end up with. better suck it up now before you walk me down the aisle.”

“when i come back, all this pretentious bullshit will be over"

“oh, darling, do you think she’ll accept you after all the things you’ve done?”

the silence cut through the room, rendering the latter to mumble a “fuck off” under his breath

yeri grabs her phone and dials an unknown number. once the line on the other end picks up, a smirk grows on her face.

"i need a favor, taeyong. this time, it'll be huge."

haechan promised to come to the musical; he’d be the first person to enter the venue, sitting in the front row. yet, you were only met with an empty seat while delivering your lines. haechan became great keeping your hopes up.

“No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you’ll be mine?”

haechan gets a jittery feeling in his belly as soon as he heard your mellifluous voice. he didn’t bother to distract the audience from being a latecomer. watching from the sidelines was enough.

“Everything keeps us apart. And I’m not the one you were meant to find.”

it all sounds so bittersweet trilling the lyrics. you had to compose yourself several times throughout the song. an unwanted breakdown onstage was the last thing you wanted. the show must go on.

you spot haechan standing at the back of the theatre. somehow, your eyes locked with his in a shared understanding as you sing the final lines.

“You know I want you. It’s not a secret I try to hide. But I can’t have you. We’re bound to break and my hands are tied.”

he earns a special backstage pass to meet the main star for tonight (courtesy of chenle). with a bouquet in hand, haechan aims not to stumble on his words when he speaks to you. this time around, he was finally ready to talk about the kiss you shared that night.

“congratu--”

haechan takes a step back. you were too preoccupied pressing a passionate kiss on mark’s lips. you hardly noticed his presence. so he does what he does best. back off and run away like any coward does. though, it would be a shame to bring his token of affection with him.

haechan drops the bouquet of flowers by the nearest table, hoping it would find itself back to you.

eliciting a giggle from you, mark breaks apart, breathless. mark was actually breathtaking. the boy was everything haechan wasn't and you deserved all this. you couldn't get enough.

there's a voice at the back of your mind looming over your coherent thoughts. mark is perfect as he is, it says. the only flaw is that he's not haechan. you deserve the way mark treats you but he's not the one you expect to treat you that way.

mark notices the slight change of your expression. he sends you a small grin, pushing your hair back.

"you okay?"

"never been better"

"i'll be waiting in the parking lot. don't take too long changing. we have to be at the restaurant in thirty."

he leans in to place a long kiss on your forehead. closing your eyes, you felt the warmth of his sigh. you held yourself back from wishing. wishing it was haechan who you're spending this perfect moment with.

as soon as mark leaves the dressing room, chenle tosses you a bouquet. you catch the bundle of flowers and look at him, befuddled.

"what's this?"

"read the note and see for yourself"

chenle calls out your name. "i'll be out in a few minutes. the stage crew's having dinner. you sure you wanna lock up?"

"positive," you say, getting the keys from the latter.

you carefully slide out the card hidden between the forget-me-not and the carnations. to be honest, the bouquet was a beautiful mess of flowers thrown in and wrapped.

"Forget-me-nots to thank you for all the memories we've spent together. Daffodils because the sun is always shining when I'm with you. Red carnations because my heart aches for you. And a single full bloomed rose because you're my first and last love. Forever yours, Full Sun."

whipping out your phone, you text haechan to meet you but a loud crash by the offstage area startles you. you set down the phone and bouquet on the dresser. you shout chenle's name while warily traipsing towards the wing. no response.

"chenle, this is not funny!"

quickly paced footsteps scurry behind you, making you clutch the nearest weapon. you swallow nervously, firmly grasping the weapon in your hand. your heart thumps against your ribcage. chenle was too logical to do such a prank. your mind convinces that it may be one of the crew messing around with you.

"cut it out, whoever you are!" you hear your voice echo around the theatre. "show yourself!"

"as you say, princess"

before you even get a chance to defend yourself, a thick cloth covers your nose completely. a pair of strong arms traps you into place. your muffled shouts are non-existent with the cloth shrouding half your face. you struggle but the intruder was too strong. the toxic smell of chloroform finally takes over. darkness consumes you.

mark taps his foot impatiently. almost an hour has passed and he was pretty sure the reservation's canceled by now. mark was certain you got over a bunch of missed calls from him but to no avail, no answers.

mark enters your dressing only to find your things splayed on the dresser. black fabric envelops the mirror to which seems odd. he checks all the rooms to find no one. as he was heading back to your dressing room, mark discovers a piece of cloth. his eyes grow wide when the smell of chemical hits his nose.

mark runs back and examines your dresser. he uncovers the black fabric, now pooling by his feet. the messy handwriting was hard to read but the same anxiety overshadows mark.

"Prince Charming needs to save his damsel in distress before midnight. The dragon will not wreck havoc as long as Prince Charming saves the day. Time is ticking! Tick tock! Tick tock!"

haechan strolls around the playground near the mansion. it was nice to reminisce childhood memories once in a while. in fact, any memory of him with you was worth reminscing. taeil was stubborn enough to locate him and send him guards. haechan jumps at the incoming call on his phone. what could mark possibly want now?

"haechan!" his voice sounds alarmed, it frightened haechan.

"mark, what happened?"

"she's -- she's missing"

"what do you mean she's missing? wasn't she with you?"

"i found a handkerchief with chloroform and a ransom note written in lipstick"

"are you suggesting someone kidnapped her?" haechan blows a raspberry. "this is not the time to joke around, mark."

mark repeats the words written on the mirror, "the person demanded you, haechan"

haechan feels his heart drop. you were in grave danger and there was no lead on your location. he was about to return to the mansion to seek help when his phone vibrates. a text message. an address.

"No funny business, Prince Donghyuck. The dragon doesn't exactly like visitors. Oh! What a horrible curse! It seems like your damsel transforms into a corpse at midnight."

note: i switched the genre from fluff to angst lol know i did something bad hfjghsdfj pls don’t attack meヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3 gentle reminder: i love hyuck with all my heart  okay but we all knew he had it coming. he deserves this. (◕‿◕)

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[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Chloe you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Sybill Trewlawney!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Your application was such a treat to find in our inbox, Chloe! From the expanded traits to the wonderful headcanons you gave, your Sybill is so wonderfully fleshed out. The love you have for her is amazing and we all loved just how well you captured her - ‘she’s always been unafraid to march to the beat of her own drum‘ completely sold us. It’s so clear to see from you application just how much you’ve thought about the role that Sybill has to play in the war and gone into so much detail about her involvement with Aversio it’s such a pleasure to see! We think that Sybill will fit in just wonderfully and we cannot wait to have you both in our roleplay!

Application beneath the cut 

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION  

Chloe, she/her, GMT, from England  

ACTIVITY  

Well it’s been a little while since I’ve actively roleplayed so I might start out a little rusty, but given the preference you have for longer threads and your lenient activity limit I’m sure I’ll be around fairly often, like three times a week at least. (to give you a number I’d say like 7/10 on the active scale)

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?  

I was looking through the hp rp tag, and to be honest I was looking specifically for a Sybill Trelawney to play that I felt was actually a good representation of her character and also sat within an rp that had a good plot aha

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Maybe a cliché but I really loved Ginny (in the books of course, don’t EVER get me started with the mess they made of her character in the movies dear god) she was spunky and confident (and ginger like myself, which tbqh has made me slightly bias in favour of the whole Weasley clan. Like you’re telling me not only do they deal w/ shit for being blood traitors but they redheads too??? Hard knock life, my man.) And of course my dear Sybill, who was just trying to be understood in a world that wasn’t quite ready for her.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nope

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER  

Sybill Trelawney  

FACE CLAIM

Alycia Debnam Carey isn’t an fc I’ve ever worked with before but after browsing her tag and doing a little research she seems an excellent choice for Sybill in my opinion, and since she’s your chosen fc too I’m sure you’d have no problem with me picking her. (I am also partial to Juno Temple as Sybill, but I kinda feel that’s getting a little overdone)

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER  

Uhhhh this is just a general comment but I really love that you’ve made Sybill a big of a fighter and actually self confident like all the time I see her portrayed as this scared little thing and I don’t think that’s accurate, like I’ve always felt that (at least in her younger years, before the world beat her down a bit) Sybill would have been a passionate and confident woman with faith in her gift and a desire to set the world to rights. Her words aren’t always tactful, sure, but I think everything Sybill says she says because she thinks it needs to be heard.

When I first read about this Aversio group you’d created I wasn’t sure that putting Sybill in with such people was the right choice but after a little thought the idea really grew on me. I think Sybill’s visions have forced her to witness so much death and destruction that she has been powerless to prevent, and who wouldn’t be made angry like that? Who wouldn’t grab the first chance that came along to take back some of that power, to try and defend the people she loved? Sybill is part of this group for all the right reasons. She’s fighting for freedom and safety, but she’s not naïve, she doesn’t think the order sitting around and just waiting to form counter attacks are doing enough. I also feel she was something of a loner in school and despite being quite clever was never really invited into or considered for the order and so perhaps this comes from the ever so slight niggling urge she has to prove herself, because despite being a hippy dippy seer she’s also capable of affecting change and taking part in things. (If anything her visions and prophecies have only made her more determined to change the world, for she will have seen how truly tits up everything could go.)

I just have a longstanding love for Sybill, she’s always been unafraid to march to the beat of her own drum. Like, refusing to take on the name ‘higglebottom’ and so causing the end of your own marriage?? That’s hardcore. That’s a woman who won’t take no shit. Yeah, I love Sybill and I am forever searching for an rp with what I feel is an accurate representation of her. This is getting long so I’ll wind it down now, but if you’d like to hear anything more about my love for Syb pls just do message me lmao.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Sybill has always been wary of romance and love. With her gift it is easy to see the multitude of ways things can fall apart. Not only that, but it is hard to find someone with complete faith in this gift of hers, someone who truly believes all her madcap ramblings and feels the power of nature and the universe as much as she does. (Of course, she would only ever settle down with someone who believed in this power as much as she did and yet like her was not afraid to question it.) Sex is different to romance, though, I think Sybill views sex as something much simpler and it’s very much a pleasure she indulges in without ever feeling guilty about it. Honestly I think she can be quite the flirt when she wants, not ashamed of her desire to lure a man or woman into her bed for the night, because why should we deny ourselves such a simple craving? We shouldn’t.

As far as ships go I’m very happy just to go with the flow, nothing prioritised. Sybill goes by she/her pronouns, did consider them/they for a while but after some contemplation in the forest realised her energy was decidedly feminine in its nurturing and care, even if it was a little wilder and more adventurous. (Sexuality I touched on a little above, i feel like she’d be very fluid about it and call herself bisexual if pushed on the subject)

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-EXPAND ON THE TRAITS

Self-assured- Sybill has gotten comfortable with her gift of sight, and by extension- since she’s long felt like that was the most drastic aspect of her personality- the rest of herself. She’s confident in who she is and the doubts of others can no longer throw her off her chosen course.

Free-spirited- spends a lot of time out in nature, but its much more than that. Sybill is very unassuming and so as long as what/who you are is not a cause of harm (for example, unless you are a death eater) she is quite happy to not only let you continue with your life and hobbies, but likely also interested in learning about it. She is happy for you to be in love, she is happy for you to mindlessly fuck, she is happy for you to abstain and spend all your time writing. As long as your soul is good and warm, you can be counted as a friend of Sybill’s.

Crafty- well, there’s the obvious definition of her being artistic which is true, Sybill likes to paint and tell fanciful stories and take one mans trash to make into her own treasure. But her crafty mind also  makes her quite statistical, she can wriggle her way out of almost any problem and really earns her keep as one of the strategic minds of Aversio.

Genuine- Another fairly obvious I feel. Some of the stuff Sybill says may be odd, but she means every word of it. This applies to her actions too. She has not one conniving or manipulative bone in her body, she never lies. Everything Sybill does is honest and true to the core of who she is.

Dreamer- constantly lost in her own world. Idealistic almost to a fault, often too optimistic about the future. Sometimes too optimistic about the present and so gets herself into dangerous situations just because she underestimated the circumstances.

Emotional- oh GOD if you criticise Sybill’s shoes she will CRY for a week. If you call her pretty in passing it will make her smile all year. Let me be clear here I don’t think Sybill holds grudges or has preferences, but I think she remembers everything that people do and everything impacts her as much as it did at the time it truly happened (does that make sense? Every time she remembers that Lily once complimented her hair it fills her with the same joy as the initial compliment did, for example.) I think this is why her gift takes such a toll on her, every bad thing that happens (whether it really ends up happening or not) affects her psyche terribly.

Dramatic- it’s very up and down with Sybill. I think being dramatic is good and bad, because every small show of kindness is an absolute joy but also every little negative moment or action is the worst betrayal imaginable. Nothing is done in halves by Sybill.

Weird- I mean self explanatory. She talks to plants, she’s constantly blabbering on about the energies of nature and the universe. She relies too heavily on her inner eye to guide her rather than just watching and responding. It’s a weirdness she’s comfortable with but that doesn’t mean everyone else is so ok with it, sometimes she makes people uncomfortable with her frank statements and odd habits.

-A FEW HEADCANONS

Sybill can play guitar. Yeah, she loves music, I think she plays guitar really very well and finds it quite relaxing (can’t think about anything else if you’re trying to master difficult songs y’know) but it isn’t a talent she often shares.

She writes poetry too, doesn’t call it that, just calls it writing. Often times her visions and prophecies can be a lot to digest and so writing about it all can help to sort her crazy imaginings from what might actually be possible.

Not adverse to substance abuse. She lives alone, and sometimes being part of Aversio leaves her incredibly amped up and angry, so it can be difficult to sleep. A few glasses of whiskey or a couple of joints sort that problem out, though.

Can get aggressive with fellow Aversio members. See she knows they can handle it and all the negative energy has to go somewhere (where else would she take it out? Nature? Absolutely not.)

She meditates because it helps focus her inner eye.

-A FEW POTENTIAL PLOT POINTS

This aggression with Aversio members might be an interesting one- like, does she think some of them are really just death eaters afraid to admit that? Are some of them scared of her? Do they think she’s too pushy with the people she’s supposedly aligned with? Yeah, lots interesting to say there.

Of course as an Aversio member there’s always the chance that the order or DE might find out that she’s part of such a group and try to sway her one such way (the DE would have no chance, and i don’t really see the order being much luckier, though she may be willing to form some kind of cooperation with them.)

There’s always the chance of her abandoning everything to just live in the forest.

More prophecies or visions! Are they always accurate? Who knows?!?!?! No one really.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

I think I’d like to invent a potion that would make me immune to all poisons. To be honest, that’s one of the few things that forces me to buy actual food from shops and stops me from living purely off the foods nature provides. I’m quite worried about being poisoned by something not meant for me you see, so if I had a potion that meant no such poisons affected me I would live only off the bounty provided by nature.

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

I think Xenophilius Lovegood would make for very good company. He’s easy on the eye and we’re both the types who see more in the world than most people do. I don’t suppose i’d pick anyone for their ability to keep me safe- I’m quite capable of that, thank you. Rather I think I’d pick Xenophilius because we would not run out of things to talk about. Ad far as objects go, maybe a sword? They fascinate me to be perfectly honest- so violent, so pretty- and I think it would be most useful should magic fail me.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

Who to send on missions or counter attacks. It’s never very easy to decide if you need stealth and logic or aggression and strength, you know? And always I am so fearful that by sending the wrong type we will do more harm than good.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

That I am a liar. That’s easy, people can say much about me as long as they always believe I am true.

WRITING SAMPLE

Sybill could not sleep. This was not a rare occurrence. More often than not she’d use alcohol or drugs to knock herself out for the night, acutely aware of all the work that there was to be done the next day and so too focused on being alert for that to be concerned with her own body. Tonight, however, she chose the forest. And drugs. There was a lovely little wood right by her house (would Sybill move anywhere without nature close by? Of course not.) And so she meandered through the trees until a small clearing came about, settling herself with a joint and her notebook for a sleepless night.  

See, tomorrows attack did not directly involve her. It was more an urban stealth mission, not really her style, and so she saw no harm in turning up to the meeting a little tired and out of it. Hey, she was usually ‘out of it’ as far as the others thought anyway, and so what was the harm really. So for this plan she had taken more a strategic role, using her gift to her advantage to help plan the timing, who she be where and when they should be there. It was something of an arduous task to be honest, left her a little drained to look so closely at individuals, but Sybill would never complain about it. Her inner eye was a gift very few possessed and she intended to use it to it’s full potential.

Besides being out here among nature’s glory with her writing and a joint would be sufficient to restore the balance of her energy. She took a drag and sighed into the quiet night, shifting to lay on her back and feel the full flow of the earth against her body. Her fingertips tingled and her toes curled. God, you know what would really help her sleep? Sex. But so few were as interested in no strings in the same way she was. Still willing to form a connection and truly bon with each other, just not so insistent that such a bond be permanent. It was okay to need someone only for a night or two. The summer she’d bounced around muggle music festivals had spoiled her, obviously. Maybe most wizards were so interested in commitment because it carried on the family name.

Not that she could blame them for such. Cassandra Trelawney had claimed the gift skipped three generations after all and by golly the family had seen to it that her point be proved. The idea made her giggle, bright energy pushing out against a dark sky.

Whatever the case, she was antsy and restless and worried about tomorrows plans. Worried about tomorrows’ people. If things went wrong those few were the ones who would pay most dearly. She closed her eyes, trying to feel the influence of the universe move through her and search for the answers she desired. Would tomorrow be okay? Had they chosen well? The universe, as it so often was in what it considered small affairs, had little more to offer than a small reassurance that Sybill wasn’t driving towards utter disaster.

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⤷ title: 12:04

⤷ featuring: taeyong (nct) x reader

⤷ rating: purely soft

a/n: i thought about this after watching one of his studio lives, and knowing the credit he just doesn’t often receive for being such a hardworking, and incredible artist, i felt it was my duty to write deeper into that, but pls enjoy !

⤷ summary: late night studio talk.

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It was late.

A million things were on your mind. You were completely distracted. You thought about how you could never be on time for anything. Not even for your best friend's midnight crisis. To tell the truth, he never actually slept at normal times, so he liked to call you up late at night to have someone to talk to and be around. It was fine. Sometimes you weren't able to fall asleep so it was nice to be bothered. You were always his first choice. Always the one he called up at random times either to just chat or come hang out. That was nice too.

As you walked along the streets of seoul, you noticed the first drop of snow that began to fall. You stopped, and craned your neck up to look at the sky. It was dark, but you could see each and every snowflake that fell, one landing at the tip of your nose. With a crinkle, it dissipated into water, and made your nose tingle.

You took a peek at the time on your watch. It was past midnight. A sigh left your cold lips. You knew that if you didn't hurry, he would send about a billion messages wondering where you were or whether you got lost again. It was his way of worrying about you.

You smiled. He liked to be motherly. It was annoying, yet cute at the same time. You didn't mind it. Not at all.

The further you got down the street, the more you realized that it really was late out. You only came across two other people that were out, and they looked to be in a hurry (unlike you). Perhaps because of the cold. Either way, it made you pick up the pace to avoid the texts that you were sentenced to get if you didn't get there quickly enough.

When you got there, it surprised you that he hadn't sent not one message considering you were about fifteen minutes late. Perhaps he was busy. That was what you assumed, anyway.

Upon opening the door to the building, the immediate warmth you felt washed over your body while the smell of freshly brewed coffee crept its way into your senses. With a soft smile, you let your feet carry you the rest of the way mindlessly. Soon enough, you were in front of the studio, two drinks from starbucks in hand. One, an iced caramel frappicino, the other a strawberry açaí with coconut milk. One of his favorite drinks. You could say he liked anything pink.

Before you were able to knock on the door, it swung open, surprising you.

Taeyong never cared about what he wore late at night when going to the studio unless he planned on doing a vlive so, there he was dressed down in dark grey sweatpants, a plain white long sleeved shirt and a pair of shoes he'd recently artworked on. The shirt looked a size too big for him, but he looked cozy. Whenever he wore clothes bigger than him, it always made him look so tiny. You remembered a few weeks back how he came over to your place wearing the largest hoodie you’d ever seen on him, baggy sweatpants and a pair of converse with the laces untied. It made him look several sizes smaller, and five years younger. He ended up being the little spoon that night. As if you minded. The body heat he radiated all night was worth it. Especially after a point during the night he ended up turning around to wrap all of his limbs around your entire body resulting to you waking up sweaty the next morning. It was still worth it, somehow. Maybe it was the redness in his cheeks, an eyebrow twitching after every other breath, and the way he’d grip onto you at the slightest of movement from you. The moment he mumbled, “stay”, was when you melted in his long arms, and fell right back to sleep despite the overwhelming heat.

So, okay, it was maybe definitely worth it.

Taeyong stood in front of you, an arm holding the door open, wearing a cheeky smile. He looked adorable. You wanted to pinch his cheek but refrained due to still holding the drinks, and knowing he would whine and protest about it even though he liked when you did it. Such a baby.

"Oh! You finally made it, huh?" Taeyong commented, his eyes instantly dropping from yours onto the pink drink you held in your hand. "Let me guess: you're late because you went and got yourself two drinks." He shook his head. "Cruel. I fell asleep waiting for you, and you go and- wow, so cruel,” he said with a cute pout.

So dramatic, you thought to yourself as you fought back an amusing smile, and handed him the drink.

"Don't tempt me or I might actually keep it," you taunted as he took it. You took a sip of your coffee, and grunted with a gesture at him to let you in. He stepped aside, and you walked into the small space that felt like a cozy, warm home.

There was a small candle near the door that made the room smell like tonka bean and jasmine. A modern floral earthy melange. It made the room feel comfortable. He always knew how to make a space his home. Particularly, the studio, considering he stayed in it for majority of his free time. He liked it. He called it his Creative Space. You found him to be ridiculously adorable sometimes. Maybe it was the names he gave things or more specifically the way he said them. Either way, it was cute, and you never missed a chance to tease him about it every single time he came up with one.

You hummed as you sat down in the chair next to his, and looked over what he had previously been doing.

"Any progress?" You asked, as you drummed your fingertips against the paper cup.

You knew that he had been working on a new song he was wanting to use for the comeback that was coming up for 127, but this particular song was a bit more difficult than, perhaps, any song he'd ever written. He tried to explain to you what the concept of the album was going to be about, but you never could understand it. You just knew that he had been having quite a hard time with it. It was pressuring, you knew that as well. It worried you how much of his time he had to spend to work on it. He hardly got any rest because of it, but he always reassured you that he didn't mind the hours of sleep he didn't usually get. Being an artist wasn't a job to him. It was a gift.

Back then, he didn't know how special he was, or what his talents were, but ever since then, he'd been grateful for the opportunity. He felt important. Like he had a purpose. When things got difficult, he liked to remember what he had to go through to get to where he was. Though, it seemed like this time was different.

Taeyong was sipping on his drink as his eyes roamed over the lyrics he was working on. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He looked conflicted.

He squinted, set the drink aside, and sighed. "I get so...caught up in myself sometimes, you know? I think to myself, am what I'm doing...is it enough? There are moments where I know what I want to do, like I'll have the exact vision in my mind but there are times like these where I question myself. Do people actually like what I put out? Or are they just being supportive because I'm me..”

Even from the side, you could see the astray glint in his eyes. You pushed your coffee off to the side, and moved closer to him. He turned to you slowly, looking anywhere but at you. You could see it. He felt ashamed to be so lost. You knew he didn't like to show that side of him. He was a vulnerable person, but also prideful. He only wanted you to see the best sides of him. Not the sides of him that sometimes felt like a thin paper in the wind going nowhere. He liked it when you were proud of him. He just didn't know that you always were, no matter what he did. In your eyes, he was phenomenal in every possible aspect. You were more than proud. You were thankful to be his friend. To know what it was like to see him on his tired days, his happy days, and even his sad days. You felt lucky.

"Taeyong.." You reached out a hand to put over his fumbling ones. "You're brilliant at what you do. Not many people can even do what you do on a daily basis. You lose sleep over all of this. That's dedication. That's having absolute love for what you do. There are always going to be a collective set of people that won't like what you put out either because it ends up not being their taste or simply because they may not like you personally for whatever the reason, but those aren't your audience. You don't have to worry about those people. Your fans? Those that actually appreciate what you do, and love it? They're your only audience. That's your aim. Also," you smiled. "-it's okay to get stuck sometimes. Book authors get writer's block all the time. They stop for about two weeks, then come right back at it again. You're not a superhero, Taeyong. You're human. You can't always do it all. I know you want to, but you simply can’t. Just know that I’m very proud of you for what you’ve done thus far. I really am.”

Taeyong sat there, looked in your eyes, and soaked up every word. His heart could've exploded right then and there. He loved that about you. Your utter support for him was more than enough to always get him right back on track. He appreciated you so much for it. He was grateful to have you in his life, even if he had a bit of trouble saying it. It made him happy to just know that you would always be there for him no matter what. You, his constant. He couldn't have felt any luckier.

"Thank you," he said softly, and took your hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I mean it, thank you for that. You always know what to say."

Your heart felt warm. If only he knew how you truly felt about him. Why you always got so defensive when it came to him doubting himself or worrying about whether people actually liked him. You wanted to tell him that none of that mattered above how you felt. That you’d always be there to support him.

It was hard to continue as if you only saw him as a friend. He made it so hard sometimes. A kiss to the cheek here, and hugs that lasted way too long. There would be moments where you’d ramble on and on about something, but caught him staring at your lips the entire time. As if he hadn’t listened to a word that you had said. Moments like he wanted to know what you’d do if he kissed you right then. Taeyong was quite easy to read. Especially for you. He was never able to hide anything from you. You could catch on easily.

You wondered when you would get the courage to tell him how you felt. Where your true feelings lain. His possible reaction to your confession still scared you enough to hold back, and resist telling him. To lose the friendship you two had, that scared you enough to want to never truly tell him how you felt.

“Ah, so,” Taeyong began as he turned back to screen in front of him. “I think I could use your input on some lyrics here. If they’re good enough, I might actually add them.” He gave you a wink. You couldn’t help but giggle as you drew closer to see the screen as well.

“What? Will I get credited on the album as well if my input happens to be good enough?” You asked, teasingly.

Taeyong shrugged, smiling. “Possibly. Wanna find out?”

You rose a curious eyebrow. “How can I say no to you?”

He laughed before smirking. “Easy. Just say n...n...oooo,” he taunted playfully as you slapped his arm, shaking your head.

There was no way that you could’ve thrown everything between you two away. What you two had was comfortable, and settling. You liked things the way that they were. You definitely could hold onto that confession a little longer.