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undiscovered-horizon · 11 months

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Cinderella - Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

SUMMARY: Nikolai is a party person, you're not. But he's also a fool in love, so when you quietly disappear, he wastes no time finding you.

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Nikolai didn’t notice your sudden disappearance right away. He can’t exactly be blamed for that - he wasn’t given a chance to. With the mob of aristocrats and silk stockings flocking to him without mercy or patience, Nikolai’s attention could only take so much. They all wanted to shake the king’s hand, tell him a witty remark or confess how much they were enjoying the evening. He was, however, disillusioned by their pompous words - throughout years he’s learned to quickly catch on to the kernel of truth covered with layers of exaggerated epithets and sophisticated lexicon.

Only when the nobility and magnates spread out through the castle, taking advantage of the rare goods imported just for the ball, did Nikolai feel like he was forgetting something. He looked around the lavish ballroom in search of you, even just a glimpse of your dress or your hair. Alas, he saw none. Logically, he knew you were not in any kind of danger but lovers rarely are reasonable. There’s this strange itchiness in the back of his head that made his fingertips and feet tingle. In a room full of people, he felt uncomfortably lonely without you next to him; the world felt strangely wrong when you were not around.

He walked through the crowded halls asking about you - Grisha, guests, guards, no one seemed to have seen you recently. Despite the audible uneasiness in his voice, he dismissed any questions regarding your assumed well-being. Truthfully, the inquiries were only slightly misguided. You were probably perfectly fine and it was he who was sick with yearning because of your absence. Not sure what to do or where to continue his search, Nikolai simply marched forward, hoping to miraculously bump into you at some point. After all, what kind of miserable night is it going to be for him if he can’t dance even one time with his beloved queen?

Then, a gust of cold wind tugs at his clothes. His eyes look towards the direction of the night breeze only to discover one of the balcony doors being cracked open. Could it be…?

Nikolai approaches the windowed door with hopeful vigour. His heart stops for a moment, only to resume beating at a feverish pace:

As if unbothered by the grand ball, you’re leaning against the guardrail of the balcony, watching the starry sky. Moonlight washes over your silhouette, painting you more of a creature of dreams rather than reality. Cold wind tugs and waves the hem of your lavender gown but you don’t seem to mind it. To Nikolai, you appear almost inhuman like he just stumbled upon a dryad that got too caught up in looking at the moon and forgot to hide from the human gaze. It must be by the Saints’ mercy that he’s the one to not only admire the nymph but hold her heart as his own.

“You come here often, красивая девица?”

Startled, you turn around to look at the unexpected guest. Upon seeing Nikolai’s face, you sigh and let your shoulders relax - you can discard all of your facades around him without ever hearing a word of criticism. Without thinking about it, your lips curve into a smile.

“Only when I need a moment to breathe,” you answer before turning back to look at the sky again.

Nikolai leans on his arm against the guardrail. His watchful gaze studies the side of your face, his thoughts slipping away to gush about your beauty, while he’s trying to keep his focus on the more important matter that is checking up on you. The longer his eyes trail your features, the more he grows convinced that you are, in fact, a dryad and have put some kind of spell on him that has bound his thoughts to you.

“You worried me, love,” he speaks softly, as though he’s afraid his words might further spoil your mood, “disappearing so suddenly.”

With an apologetic look on your face, you meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. I just…” You look away for a moment, gathering thoughts. “It all became a little too much: the people, the noise. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Nikolai brings your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on your wedding ring. “I will always worry for you.” The gold jewellery glistens in the pale, silvery moonlight.

Part of you still finds it hard to believe that a man of his sort is doting on you. Funnily enough, he’s thinking the same - what unimaginable machinations of the universe blessed him with you taking his name?

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. The noise of people enjoying the evening is distant and muffled like it’s coming from another reality, somewhere far from the microcosm of the balcony. As mentioned before, lovers tend to belong to another species. Nikolai and you are just staring at each other with complete devotion in your eyes, silently exchanging confessions and oaths even death can’t quite break.

The sound of someone walking past the balcony door pulls you back to reality. Although the awakening is not welcome, you find it necessary. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to your guests, мой царь? They came from far away to meet their king.”

“Oh, please, they didn’t come here for me. Why else attend a ball if not to admire the queen?”

“That’s your reason for attending.” Nikolai doesn’t find it in himself to lie and deny the accusation. “Most people just want to dance, talk and have a bit of caviar.”

Jokingly, he puts a hand on his chest. “Are you calling me special?”

You only shake your head and bite your lower lip but it’s not enough to stop the wide smile from spreading across your face. “I never said that.”

Nikolai frowns at your denial but the playful glint in his blue eyes rids his expression of all seriousness. “No, I’m pretty sure I just heard you say ‘Nikolai, you’re the most amazing man I have ever met’. Why, thank you. I must agree.”

His half-serious cockiness makes you laugh out loud. If he didn’t look pathetic before, he surely does now: the king of Ravka, staring at you with a soft smile and a dreamy gloss in his eyes. For a moment, he’s not noble in any way, shape or form. Nikolai is just a man - a man who gladly traded deference for love. Your laughter rings in his ears, his yearning mind hoarding the beautiful sound as though it desperately needs it for survival. Even the efforts of the talented orchestra are drowned out by your happiness as there is no other music he wishes to listen to.

Only when you’ve stopped laughing does he continue the conversation, never daring to interrupt something he adores so much: “Are you feeling better, милая?”

“I will soon.”

The orchestra finished one of the more upbeat pieces and in a true show of their expertise, they smoothly transition to a slow, sombre tune. Because of the distance between the balcony and the grand ballroom, the music is muffled as though the artists are performing their song in a nearly-forgotten dream; as if the soft tune belongs to another realm.

“In the meantime,” he says as he offers you his hand, “may I have this dance?”

You only giggle as you put your palm on top of his. Soon, you’re slowly swaying to the distant melody with his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. It’s not an actual ballroom dance, so you feel no embarrassment in comfortably placing your face against his shoulder. Out there, among lords and magnates, maybe this would be considered too casual but on the balcony, it’s the only way one should dance. The time seems to stop as you and Nikolai rock to the rhythm of the sombre tune.

After what feels like both seconds and hours, you lift your head off his shoulder. Nikolai’s dreamy stare is following your small movements, never missing as much as a twitch of a muscle. If he could, he’d engrave your face on his eyelids, so he doesn’t have to go more than a few seconds without seeing you.

“As much as I appreciate your concern,” you begin quietly, as though raising your voice might burst this little bubble of careless romance, “you don’t have to run after me anytime I need to get away for a moment.”

Nikolai answers in an equally low voice: “I also don’t have to kiss your beautiful face but I just can’t help myself, you know?”

You’re still giggling when you feel his lips against yours. It’s sweet and tender and absolutely consuming. There’s a certain intensity to this kiss - the passion known only to those obsessed with something, whose intrinsic instincts can’t just casually enjoy the object of their desire. His warm lips feel perfectly moulded for yours as he’s silently pouring the contents of his heart for the world to see.

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красивая девица [kra-see-va-ya de-vi-tza] -> beautiful girl

мой царь [moy tzar] -> my tsar/king

милая [me-la-ya] -> 1. darling, sweetheart 2. cute

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feelbokkie · 8 months

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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 9

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

word count: 1, 505

screenshot count: 3

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You set down the tray of cookies on the cooling rack before closing the oven and getting back to icing cupcakes to for an order. You roll up your sleeves and get your hair out of your face before putting on gloves and getting to work. Music softly playing in the background, a random playlist of ballads you found to fill in the quiet in the bakery.

Today has been relatively calm. After the morning rush, you've been working on cookies and cakes for orders as you wait for your shift to end. That's one of the parts you love about working in your bakery, the quiet moments where you could just sit and work. Your boss was kind enough to let you watch TV while you worked after catching you watching skz code videos or dramas on your phone while working. Eventually, he brought in an old television and set it up so you and your coworkers could have it on in the background during the slower moments.

Your life has become increasingly dull and a little lonely since you blocked Topher—Chan. Bothering Topher/Chan had become a part of your daily life over the past few months, it was basically a routine. You gotten used to the delayed responses and were even happy when he happened to be awake at the same time as you.

When you found out that Topher is actually Bang Chan, you were a bit disappointed. Not because of who he is but because of who he is. You’re not sure exactly when, but you started to develop feelings for Topher at one point. Daydreaming of the two of you eventually meeting in real life and falling in love like some fairytale and living happily ever after often consumed your brain. But when you found out that Topher is an idol, those daydreams suddenly felt like nightmares.

You watched enough dramas and even witnessed the real-life drama that entails dating an idol to know how bad things can get. It scares you, the idea of just being friends with Chan because you know what the fallout will be. You don’t need the added drama that will ensue from just being in Chan’s life, you’ve been through enough as is. But part of you wants that connection that you had with Topher back.

Ring, ring

“Welcome to Sugar Bliss! I’ll be with you in a minute!” You call from the side of the bakery as you hear the bell ring from a customer coming inside the bakery. You finish icing the cupcake you are working on and set the icing bag on the counter before tossing your gloves in the trash and heading to the front of the shop.

Your breath hitches in your throat and a chill runs through your spine as you catch a glimpse of the customer on the other side of the counter. He did his best to remain unrecognizable, the face mask and black cal he’s wearing doing their job. Even the large black hoodie and jeans helped cover his identity. What gives him away are his eyes. You would recognize his eyes anywhere, and you have playing those Guess the SKZ member based on a body part games online.

Bang Chan was standing in the middle of your bakery. Why? You weren’t sure, but you wanted no part of it.

“Get the hell out,” You say coldly as you turn back to go back to work on the cupcakes.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” Your boss asks from further in the store. He was currently on his lunch break.

“Yeah, I was just talking to a tool,” You call back, “the icing wouldn’t come out of the piping bag.”

“Y/n, please,” Chan calls, loudly. There’s no way your boss wouldn’t have heard him.

You silently swear to yourself and quickly turn on the balls of your feet and walk up to the display cases. You look Chan in the eyes. They’re soft and sad.

“I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone, so get out before I call the cops.” You say cooly. Chan stands there a second, thinking. Or maybe he didn’t hear you

“Did you hear me? I said—“

“My MBTI is ENFJ. My natural hair is curly but I’ve gotten used to it being straightened, which I don’t necessarily like. My favorite season is autumn. I like sunny days more than rainy days. I—“

“What are you doing?” You ask, cutting him off as he info dumps on you.

“One of the reasons you stopped talking to me is because you said I lied because I was pretending to be someone else. So I’m telling you everything about me.” He rambles, his voice muffled from his mask.

“As sweet as that is, Chan. None of that is new information. I can find all that out from interviews and fansites. Hell, I already knew all that stuff.” You sigh as your hand reaches for the store phone. You didn’t want to call the police, it would only cause a scandal. You were going to pretend to call them so he would run before they got there.

“Wait, wait, wait! Fuck,” he huffs, pulling down his mask, “I love my sister, I really do, but when Hannah was born I despised her. I wanted a little brother, not a little sister. So one day I put her in a box with a note asking for a refund or a baby brother instead. My parents only found out because I went to them for packing tape.”

“What—“ You can’t help but laugh, “where did you try to ship her?”

“My parents said we were Korean so, I tried to ship her here.”

“Chan! You tried to ship her here all the way from Australia?”

“I was 6, what did you want from me?”

You start to laugh harder, which causes Chan to let out a relieved smile. A twinkle shining in his eyes.

“You have a really pretty smile. I’ll tell you more stories like that if you want. If it’ll make you laugh like that. If you’ll be my friend again.” He says quietly.

“You know,” you usher for Chan to follow you behind the counter. It’s nearly time for people to start coming in for lunch and the last thing you need is a frenzy. “You not being truthful wasn’t the only reason I stopped being friends with you.”

“Don’t worry about that. I have it figured out. I’ll protect you, I promise. Nothing will happen, and if it does, I’ll handle it.” He sits down in the chair next to your workstation, careful not to touch the counter. You pull on your gloves and go back to icing the cupcakes.

“Why are you so obsessed with being friends with me?” You ask, not looking up as you work. You know if you look at him there is a strong chance you might cave.

“Because you didn’t know who I was and you’re the first person in a long time I could talk to freely without worrying that you wanted something from you. And talking to you makes me unbelievably happy even though you were a pain in my ass 99.9% of the time.” You finish icing the last cupcake and quickly glance at Chan. His eyes are half crescents as he smiles softly as if he’s remembering something fondly.

“I know who you are now. What makes you think I don’t want something from you now that I know that I know the truth?” You get the sprinkles and continue decorating the cupcakes.

“I’ve been talking to you for months. Plus, you blocked me when you found out and tried to call the cops. Besides, I want something from you.” He leans back in his chair, still trying to avoid the counter.

“What could I possibly have that you want?” You scoff. you make significantly less money than him, there is. O way that you have something that he wants.

“If I remember correctly, I was promised a free meal for those tickets.” He said coyly.

“Are you serious?” You finish decorating the cupcakes and start putting them in the box.

“You’re a Stay, you know I don’t play when it comes to food.” He smirks.

“You’re rich,” you throwback

“A free meal is a free meal,” He crosses his arms and leans his head against the wall.

“Okay, let’s go,” You huff, closing the cupcake box and putting it in the fridge.

“Wait—“ You grab your bag and throw the dirty gloves in the trash.

“Mr. Lim! I finished the cupcakes for the order, I’m going to take my lunch!” You call out loudly.

“Have a good lunch!” Mr. Lim calls from the back of the shop.

“We’re going right now?”

“Yeah, the sooner I pay back my debts, the faster this is. C’mon, I only have an hour and it’s lunch rush.” You pull Chan up by his hand and drag him out to the bakery.

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Buy me a coffee?

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silverflqmes · 7 months

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໒⦂ 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.

synopsis. you’ve been having a hard week with your studies, so hajime has taken it upon himself to lighten the load a bit, even if his actions are minimal.

genre. comfort + fluff

tw. discussion of bad eating habits, mentions of starvation and codependency.

for @melukonova <3

hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader.

⌗ the last thing hajime likes to see is you blue. it just hurts his soul to see you distressed and under pressure like you have been as of late.

⌗ so when you’re not taking care of yourself, that’s his cue to step in and make sure you’re getting your daily needs fulfilled, that way they aren’t neglected in a way that can get you sick.. which is the last thing you need.

⌗ when he sees your water bottle or sippy cup empty ( i have a starbucks venti sized one bc ppl often say it encourages you to drink when a straw is in sight, so i use that even if i have to refill it a few times ), he’ll take it ( you probably won’t notice anyway ) and fill it back up for you.

⌗ haven’t been eating enough or depriving yourself until you finish that one assignment / problem you’ve been stuck on? this is your reminder to eat or he’s bringing you to the kitchen because he cooked you a gourmet meal with all the minerals you need to keep you going. do not deprive yourself of food! you need your energy.

⌗ can’t finish it? that’s okay. you eat what you can, even if it’s just a couple bites — so long as you eat, he’s happy! he made or brought it just for you with your needs in mind to be able to work as effectively as you can without forcing your body through it. and if you’re worried about wasting food if you didn’t finish, don’t worry, he’ll take them to stray cats and dogs.

⌗ tough time doing chores? that’s okay, he’s there through it all. even if he’s a voice on the phone or text messages, he’s there until you get through all of them.

⌗ words of encouragement? they might not be the usual ones you hear, but he’s got you covered.

⌗ if it gets too much and you really can’t handle the pressure, he’s rushing over to your doorstep, no questions asked.

⌗ when you open the door, he’s got his arms out already to hug you for as long as you need it.

⌗ and when you truly can’t take it anymore, he’s there to turn off the computer, close the textbooks and notes you left open, and takes you to the bathroom into a warm bath he prepared to wash your worries away before bed.

it’s after eight and you’re already brimming with anxiety. the last meal you had was that half-assed sandwich you threw together this morning before rushing out the door for school.

your stomach was growling, but you had to finish this assignment. it had been put off one too many times already — today was the due date, it had to be done if you wanted a good enough grade to satisfy yourself. even if that sadly meant denying yourself of your essential needs.

having had enough distractions for the day, you silenced your phone with do not disturb, in hopes of finishing your work faster.

unfortunately, you hadn’t considered the consequences of that.

headphones in, blaring your usual study playlists, you hadn’t noticed the knock on your door. hadn’t noticed the fresh air spill into your room from the crack in doorway, and hadn’t noticed your boyfriend in the doorframe.

a tupperware of takeout food in one hand and what looked to be a biodegradable dixie cup of tea in the other. yet he was still invisible.

it wasn’t until he placed the food down to squeeze your shoulders, that you finally acknowledged your his existence.

“oh- haji, i didn’t hear you come in..” you sighed in relief, relaxing your eyes as you removed your headphones to hear him properly. “what’re you doing home early? i thought you had work until late..”

the olive eyed male rose a brow before letting out a quiet hum. “they let me off early today so i got you your favorite and some peppermint tea.” he answered with a smile, averting his gaze to the screen before you. “still at it, i’m assuming?”

a small laugh left your lips. “still at it.” you confirmed, rubbing the building sleep out of your eyes. “got a lot due this week so i wanted to finish quickly to have more time for us this weekend.”

“of course,” he almost wanted to say, as it was expected — given it was your usual reasoning, and a decent argument. spare time was always good, however you deserved rest too, and it wasn’t like tomorrow wouldn’t be a possibility to finish the rest. “i get it.” he responded finally before kissing your temple. “although i think you’re due for a nice meal and some shuteye for working as hard as you have.” he finished tenderly, closing your notebook for you.

it made you whine a little when he did, as you were insistent on finishing, but the kisses and squeezes on your shoulders had you giving in.

you supposed a small change of plans wouldn’t hurt too much.

and so he pushed the container in front of you, sliding the tea closer before pulling up a stool you normally piled textbooks on. perhaps he emptied it while you weren’t looking.

with a soft exhale, and perhaps the growl of your stomach, you pried the lid off, basking in the tempered steam and smell. hajime just knew you too well.

your face heated a little at the thought as you leaned in close with your chopsticks, muttering a soft word of thanks before digging in.

iwaizumi, having eaten already, simply kept you company, rubbing your back gently before leaning in to whisper. “you did amazing today, i’m proud of you.” a warm smile. “don’t forget that.”

notes. hi sky, little late but i tried to write this as quick as i could for you since it felt like an emergency request by the time frame and wording</3 anyway i hope this helps and that you feel better mami, be sure to take care of yourself when you study or i’m sending BALD iwa. let this be your warning because it’s important to eat and drink water and have sufficient rest while studying, cuz how else are you gonna remember😐

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moremaybank · 8 months

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THIS LOVE (II) — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary from a glimpse into the past where you and jj share a heated moment that leads to passion and bliss, to the future where jj's reminded of how badly he wants to make you happy again. he realizes that you don't plan on giving him the time of day, and makes a statement that could either help the situation or worsen it.

warnings 18+, language, a lil angsty, a love confession, protected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, soft-turned-rough sex, hair pulling [4.1k]

author’s note chapter two is finally here :) i hope you enjoy ♡︎ side note: y/n/n = your nickname! also, there's a flashback within the flashback, marked in italics.

recommended listening butterflies by queen naija, unlove you (s2) by star cast

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❝ CHAPTER TWO ❞

Flashback — Five Years Ago; Age Eighteen

“What up?” JJ greeted, climbing through your bedroom window as he often — if not always — did.

You’d left it cracked open, allowing some fresh air to come in as you sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Your back was leaning against the mattress, your knees brought up to your chest as you cried to yourself quietly. The minute you’d heard JJ opening up your window to let himself in, you wiped your eyes, trying your best not to show any evidence of your tears.

“I got the snacks,” he informed you, slinging his bag onto your desk and placing the tray of slashes on the surface to give his arm a break. “It was a bitch to carry the slurpees through there, but I did it.”

You could hear the pride in his voice, and normally that would instantly bring a glowing smile to your face, but you just couldn’t muster up the energy to do so. Not while you were in your poor headspace.

And, JJ, being JJ, instantly picked up on your silence. He knew you too well, could easily tell when something was wrong. There was no hiding from him, no matter how hard you tried.

“Hey, you all right? What’s the matter, pretty girl?” He questioned, moving quick on his feet to get to you. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying, J,” you huffed, “‘M fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he said. “I know you. You act like everything’s fine because you don’t want anybody worrying about you. But I’m not just anybody. I’m me. So tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

JJ’s hand came up to your face, the pad of his thumb swiping away the remnants of a tear you hadn’t cleared away. You softened, melting into his touch instantly because he felt like home. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his strong arms, nestling your head under his chin and cuddling into him as he held you and made everything okay.

Being with him always did.

But then he broke the silence you’d left him in, and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

“Is this…” he trailed off, treading lightly, “Is this about earlier?”

You thought back to a couple hours ago, and you wanted to cringe. You didn’t want to relive it.

“J? You here?” You called, walking in through the door of the chateau in search of your best friend.

You heard faint giggles coming from the guest room he’d claimed as his, instantly giving him away. You grinned as you made your way to the bedroom door. Your hand fell onto the doorknob, and you twisted it open. Your smile fell instantly when your eyes landed on JJ half naked with a blonde in his bed.

“Oh, I, uh— Sorry,” you sputtered out, closing the door as fast as you could and making a bolt for the exit.

You heard JJ call after you a few times, followed by the padding of his feet against the wooden floors as he tried to chase after you. You showed no signs of stopping, though. Instead, you got into your car, putting it into gear as you watched JJ emerge through the door and down the steps.

“Y/N, wait!”

His words died in the air as you wasted no time making your escape. You drove off, tears welling in your eyes as you left JJ alone, standing outside.

“No,” you chided, “It’s not about earlier. Just…go home, J. I’m sorry you wasted a trip.”

He scoffed. “You really think I’m gonna leave when you need me? No. Something’s wrong and I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what it is.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “Why do you have to be so stubborn? Leave it alone.”

“I’m not leaving shit alone. Tell me. Now.”

“You wanna know what’s wrong that badly? Fine. Then let me ask you something. Why don’t you want me?”

JJ’s mouth went dry at your words and his brows furrowed. “W-What?”

“Why don’t you want me? I mean, you’ll fuck anything that moves. You flirt with anyone in your general direction. You look at everyone. Everyone but me.”

JJ chooses not to answer, knowing that you aren’t finished.

“I mean, I’ve been wracking my brain for months, now. Years, actually, because I thought that you— that we…” You sighed, your hand coming to your forehead. “I just want to know why.”

“Are you insane?”

“Excuse me?”

“You gotta be insane, here, Y/N. This has to be some kind of joke, ‘cause I’ve been in love with you since we were seven. How can’t you see that?” He moved closer to you once more, thanking the heavens when you didn’t move away from him. “You think I don’t want you? You’re all I want. Everyday. All the time. But, fuck, I— I’m not good enough for you. You have dreams, a-and hopes. Babe, I’m never getting out of here—”

“—Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” he shrugs. “I’m not. But you are. How could I ever be selfish with you and hold you back from that? You deserve more. Better. And I can’t give you that.”

“I deserve you. I deserve us.” Your hands braced themselves on his biceps as you looked into his oceanic eyes. “Don’t you wanna be happy?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It is, J. Don’t do this. You self-sabotage because you don’t think you deserve anything good, and you push people away. But you don’t have to do that with me.”

His gaze softened, and he looked like he wanted to give in to you.

“I’ll ask you again. Do you want to be happy?”

“I’d do anything to be happy with you,” he responded in a hushed tone. He looked like a sad puppy, and you wanted to kiss the frown off his face.

“Then let’s do that. Let’s be happy. Together. Love each other openly and without fear the way we should’ve been doing all these years. You’re the one for me, J. I know it.”

“You’re the one for me, too.”

You kissed him. You melted into him like snow hitting the pavement when it rains. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, urging his mouth further onto yours. He reciprocated just as forcefully, and he tugged you impossibly closer, melding his body against yours and stealing some of your body heat.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips. “So damn much. It’s been killing me to not tell you that everyday. Not show you that everyday.”

Your hands slid down to his chest, and your shared gaze only intensified.

“Then show me now.”

JJ stared into your pleading eyes. There was no way he would turn you down. Not when he finally knew how you tasted. How you felt in his arms now that your feelings were established and everything was on the table. He wanted to throw you into bed and never let you leave, never let you come up for air. But most importantly, he just wanted to express his love for you in a deeper, more intimate way. And with you standing in front of him, looking more beautiful than you ever had, with swollen lips and a pounding heart, he wasn’t going to hold himself back anymore.

He pulled you in for another kiss, his hands holding your face delicately before sliding down your body. His fingers tapped your butt, silently urging you to jump. You did, and he caught you with ease before making his way to your bed. He placed you atop the mattress, momentarily pulling away so he could look at you. You, however, were far too impatient. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him on top of you with a harsh yank. He chuckled into your mouth as you two scooted to the top of the bed. Pulling away again, the two of you discarded your shirts and rid yourselves of your pants, leaving your undergarments to be the only things separating the two of you.

JJ pushed you softly against the pillows, granting you one more kiss before he trailed his lips down your jaw and neck. He sucked and nipped at your soft, sweet skin, leaving a path of love bites that led down to your collarbone.

“You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

His raspy, lust-seeped voice made you dizzy. You’d never seen him like this and you wanted him to show more of this side to you. You wanted him to bear his soul to you.

JJ’s hands slithered around your form to your back, and he undid the clasp of your bra. He tossed it onto the floor and let his eyes return to you. Your bare breasts laid beautifully, and JJ could feel himself getting rock hard just from the look of them.

“So fuckin’ pretty. Never even doubted that you would be.”

You blushed under him, wanting to tear your eyes away. You’d gone shy, now, and JJ could sense it.

“Hey,” he said, his hands resting on your hips. His thumbs smoothed circles into your hipbones gently. “Don’t be shy. You don’t have to hide from me. You’re perfect. Let me make you feel that.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

JJ grinned, bending down to give you another kiss. His hands that previously laid on your hips ran up your torso to your tits. He cupped them in his hands, letting his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples, perking them up. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back and pushing yourself further into his grasp.

JJ broke the kiss, and you were about to whine in disappointment, but then you felt his tongue work at one of your buds. He wrapped his lips around it, swirling and nipping at it lightly in an attempt to pull more pretty sounds from you. It worked. You mewled when he tugged at it lightly with his teeth. He sucked at it once more and let it go with a pop, before mimicking the same actions on the other one.

“J, no teasing. Please. I’ve waited long enough,” you pouted.

“Shhh,” he cooed, “let me take my time with you. I’ve been waiting on this for a long damn time too. ‘M gonna do everything I can to savour it.”

He left more kisses down the valley of your tits, down to your stomach. He reached your panties, and his hot breath fanned over your covered core, causing you to shiver. You were already so wet, the fabric giving you away with the large wet patch bleeding through it.

“So needy, baby. Bet you want me to touch you, huh? Eat this pussy out good?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

His fingers hooked into the hem of your underwear and he pulled it down your legs before discarding it with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He then made his way back down to your core, leaving another abundance of kisses down your legs. He focused on your inner thighs, marking your skin with more hickies.

You bucked your hips impatiently, trying to get his attention and direct it toward your cunt. He simply chuckled into your skin.

“‘M gettin’ there, princess.”

His lips found the skin surrounding your pussy, and he dragged his tongue along it, inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. Then, finally, his tongue ran through your wet folds, from your entrance right to your clit, circling it, before running back down.

“You taste so damn good. Sweetest girl I know.”

He’d always called you sweet, but this, now…it had taken on another meaning.

JJ began to lap at your core like he hadn’t eaten a meal in decades, devouring every inch of you the way he’d always dreamed about. Your moans only made him work harder. He didn’t want a minute to pass by where he wasn’t driving you crazy and giving you everything he had, and then some. His tongue fucked you while his thumb massaged your clit strategically. Then, his lips sucked at your folds as he made his way back up to your clit again. His lips brought it into his mouth, and he pulled at it while he toyed around with it using his skilled tongue. He pushed two fingers inside you, curling up and kneading your walls. He was everywhere, all at once, and he hadn’t even actually been inside you yet.

He felt you clamping down on his digits, and by the way your cries of pleasure were increasing in volume, he knew you were on the brink of falling apart.

“J,” you mewled, your hands slipping into his hair ad you grinded your hips against the flat of his tongue. “Fuck. Please don’t stop. P-please.”

Lucky for you, he wasn’t planning on it.

One magic push of his fingers and flick of his tongue and you were done for. You came, harshly and loudly. Your walls tightened around his fingers so hard that he didn’t think he’d be able to retract them from you.

Once your breathing evened out, he pulled away from you and stuck his cum-coated fingers in his mouth. He cleaned them off, groaning in pleasure.

“God, you taste so damn good. When I’m done fucking you, you’re gonna sit on my face for the rest of the night. I don’t care if I suffocate. I’ll die eating this pussy.”

You motioned him over to you, and when he was in your grasp, your hand cupped the back of his neck as you kissed him deeply.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Maybank.”

“It’s worse when it comes to you.”

You giggled against his lips before kissing him again. “You gonna fuck me, or what?”

Your hand palmed him over his boxers, and his hips bucked into your touch. He let you rub at him, shutting his eyes as his breathing became shaky.

“Fuck, w-wait. ‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that. I wanna be fucking you when I do,” he spoke, breathless.

“Mm, so stop talking and get inside me,” you teased.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He got up from the bed, scrambling to find his shorts and pulling a condom out of his wallet. He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled it on after removing his boxers.

“That was way hotter than it should’ve been,” you breathed.

JJ simply chuckled before crawling back onto the bed and towering above you. He guided his tip to your entrance, and his eyes met yours.

“I love you.”

He said it like it was a prayer only you could answer. And it was.

“I love you too, J. Love you so much,” you responded, giving him a smile. He returned it, and pushed into you. He relished in your gasp as he bottomed out and stuffed you completely full.

You felt him, he was so big and deep that it was hard to breathe. Like he had reached your lungs. You looked down to where you two were joined, and you noticed that you could see his bulge in your tummy.

“Fuck, look at that,” JJ gasped, his pointer finger tracing the outline of himself inside you. He then placed his palm there, pressing down and retracted before pummelling into you again. You felt a gooey feeling deep in your belly, your legs turning jelly-like. His cock stroked your g-spot again and again as he started to move, and it wasn’t long before you were calling out for him again.

“So big, J. Shit. Too big.”

“But you’re taking me so well, baby. Look,” he instructed. You leaned up onto your elbows, watching as your pussy reeled him in and swallowed him whole. “You can do this. You’re my good girl, know you can take me. Right?”

“Yes. Yes, ‘m your good fucking girl. Gonna make you proud.”

“Already are, pretty girl.”

JJ’s other hand pushed down on the back of your right thigh, spreading you open more so he could fuck into you deeper. His thrusts started off slow as he rolled his hips into yours. Your legs wove around his waist, and your arms did the same around his neck to keep him pressed to you. Lips locked, chest to chest, hands in each other’s hair. Despite being in love with each other since the beginning of time, this wasn’t your first time, and it definitely wasn’t JJ’s. Still, neither of you had ever felt so close to someone, so intimate and vulnerable and open. It was addicting. You could picture yourselves staying like this forever. Remained as one and never daring to let go.

“J,” you spoke softly.

“Hm?” JJ hummed, his lips pressed to the nape of your neck.

“You don’t have to be so gentle. I love that you are, but…I want more. I want you to wreck me, really make me yours.”

“Fuck, don’t talk like that, princess. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, craning his neck to look up at you.

“You won’t,” you assured him. “Fuck me harder, J. In any position. Anywhere you want. Please.”

He pulled out of you instantly, his hands grabbing you and flipping you onto your elbows and knees. His hand pushed on the flat of your back, arching you for him. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back, baby.”

“Don’t,” you instructed. “I don’t want you to.”

JJ swore you were trying to make him bat-shit crazy with your goading words. His control had already been slowly slipping out of his grasp since he first kissed you, and now you were telling him he didn’t need to have restraint?

He shoved his length into you without warning, one hand bracing itself back on your hip and the other on the back of your head, half-smushing the side of your face into one of your pillows.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a week straight.”

Grunts leave his lips as his hands pulled you back against his cock. It speared into you rougher than before, with so much force that the bed was shaking and your headboard was smacking against the wall. Your cries were much louder now as he punished your pussy the way you wished he would.

“So fuckin’ tight. My perfect girl wants to be fucked like a slut, huh?”

“Yes. Yes.”

JJ’s hands circled your wrists and restrained them behind your back, using them as leverage while he pounded into you. His grip was to tight you knew his hands and your wrists would be sore by the time you finished. But the only thing you could really focus on was how good he was fucking you.

“J, oh my god. Right there, so fucking close,” you begged. “Don’t stop!”

He kept up his pace, but released your hands, watching you scramble to grip onto the bedsheets like a vice. He towered over your back, one arm keeping himself steady while the other thread through your hair and yanked your head back toward him. His teeth nipped at your ear before he spoke.

“Cum for me, mama. Make a mess on me,” he spoke. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“J!” You called out, your hand moving backward to hold the back of his head.

The two of you reached your highs at the same time, and JJ collapsed on top of you. He felt like a weighted blanket on top of you, encasing you in his safe and loving warmth.

“Shit. We’re doing that again.”

Pure bliss was all you could feel at that moment.

JJ’s arms were wrapped around you as he laid on his side. One hand was splayed between your shoulder blades, and the other’s fingers trailed lightly up and down your side. He smiled when you hummed contently, pushing your face further into his chest and planting a kiss there.

“You gettin’ all shy on me again, baby?”

“A little,” you replied quietly. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks and you try to hide your growing smile.

JJ’s chest vibrated as he huffed a soft laugh. “Why?”

“‘Cause I never thought I’d hear you say you were in love with me.”

He scooted lower onto the mattress so he could catch your eyes.

“I’ve wanted to tell you that every day for over a decade. It’s been killin’ me, pretty girl. I just…I didn’t think you felt the same way, and I thought that if I couldn’t have you as my girl, at least I could have you as my best friend. I wanted you any way I could have you.”

“I wanted you in any way I could have you too.”

JJ watched something in your eyes change, and fear instantly crept into his chest. Were you about to say that you changed your mind? That it was a mistake? A million things ran through his mind, but, he needn’t have worried.

“What if we ruin it? Us? J, I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could bear that kind of loss.”

JJ let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and his hand reached for yours. He kissed your knuckles softly. “We would never let that happen. You’re my favourite person, and I’m yours. Nothing is ever gonna change that.”

“Promise?” You questioned with hopeful eyes.

“‘Course I do. You’re my pretty girl. There’s no way I’m ever letting go of you.”

You couldn’t help but beam at him.

“You’re my J, and I’m never letting go of you either.”

JJ’s brows furrowed with confusion, “Hold up…I’m your joint? That’s a little weird, baby.”

“Shut up,” you giggled, shoving his chest. “You’re such a goof. What do I even see in you?”

“Hey!” JJ exclaims with a loud laugh, moving on top of you so he can tickle your sides.

The love he felt for you had never been as immense as it was in that very moment, and he hoped it would never end, because to JJ, there simply was no happiness without you by his side.

End of Flashback

JJ thinks back to the last time he got to hear your laugh, the last time he saw your eyes twinkle with pure adoration for him. the last time he saw you happy. The guilt was always unbearable, but it worsened more than he thought possible when he saw you today.

He needs to fix things. Win you back. There’s no way fate would throw you into each other’s paths again if it means that all hope was lost. Or, at least, he hopes.

He snaps out of his trance when he hears the clicking of heels against the concrete from behind him, and before he can turn around to see who it is, he hears a scoff.

“God, are you stalking me now?”

JJ is quick to jump to his feet, following after you. He can hear reporters calling both your names, but he tunes them out. He doesn’t care about the press. He cares about you.

“Y/N, wait! At least let me explain,” he pleads. His hand reaches out, wrapping around your elbow.

“Let go of me!” You spit, yanking yourself from his grasp. “What could you possibly have to say to me? I gave you a chance to explain five years ago and you didn’t seem to care then. So I don’t care about anything you have to say now.”

“Y/N/N, I’m begging you. Please.”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

Before he can respond, a reporter approaches the both of you with his camera flashing in your face.

“Y/N Y/L/N! JJ Maybank! What’s the deal between you two?!”

You turn to him. “There is no deal. We’re coworkers.” Your head flips back to meet JJ’s gaze, “And that’s all we ever will be.”

JJ watches you storm off, your shiny hair blowing in the wind of your escape. It’s like you're taking another piece of his heart with you as you walk away.

“Mr. Maybank! Any comments?!”

JJ looks at the reporter, chewing on his words. If he wants to get you back, he has to be bold. And if you aren’t going to listen to him, then maybe you’ll get the message if he goes to the media. His millions of fans have got to count for something.

“Actually, yeah. I’ve known Y/N Y/L/N since I was seven years old. She was my best friend, and my favourite person in the world, and I really hurt her. But I’m going to win her back. Make sure that’s on the front page of whatever tabloid you work for. I want her — and the world — to know.”

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the bucket list ✘ [ten]

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summary:Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but maybe Falling in Love was.

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of death in later chapters, eventual smut. more warnings posted for each individual chapter.

word count: 4.4k

chapter content: a phone call from our girl Robin, angst angst angst, we find out about Jisung's friend, pls don't read if you're not in the right mental state

updates: okay, so I lied. It took me awhile for this chapter. The end of the year is a rough and busy time.

You posted the picture of Jisung on the balcony onto your Instagram and immediately toss your phone aside, too giddy but also too anxious to see what kind of responses you would get. Instead, you look for some kind of clothing to put on quickly so you can join him on the balcony. A glimpse out the window shows you his bare toned back, early sun bouncing off of his skin.

You wrap the white bed sheet over your form, making your way to the couch where you find a shirt of his. You check to see if Jisung is peering in through the window and thankfully he isn’t. You’re still shy around him when it comes to being naked, it still works your nerves. That’s probably something that won’t change. Just the thought of his eyes roaming your naked body sends a chill down your spine.

You quickly put on a shirt of his, tugging the bottom hem down in an attempt to cover more than the top of your thigh. You slip out to the balcony to join Jisung, taking your place next to him and leaning against the railing. “Hey.”

Jisung looks down over at you and nudges your shoulder gently in greeting, smiling fondly at you. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” He takes a sip of his cup of warm black coffee that he made with the hotel room’s coffee machine and offers it to you.

You take the cup in both of your hands, smelling the rich aroma of the coffee. You inhale deeply and close your eyes, savoring it. You open them with a blush on your cheeks, considering his question. How were you feeling? Happy. A bit shy. Sore. “Good, how are you?” You take a sip of his coffee and immediately scrunch your face at how bitter it is.

Jisung laughs and takes the cup from your hands in his left one, wrapping right arm around your torso and guiding you in front of him so he can easily hug you from behind. He places his chin on top of your head and starts swaying you gently. “Good.”

There’s a comfortable silence between you two, simply enjoying the view of the ocean and the soft whirr of people and cars on the streets. Your ears pick up the faint sound of your ringtone and you turn around in Jisung’s arms, placing a small peck on his cheek before freeing yourself from his hold and walking back into the hotel room.

Jisung watches your form as you walk away, biting his lower lip subconsciously. “Is that my shirt?”

You look over your shoulder to him with a smile on your lips before plopping yourself on the bed, stomach down. The action gives him a peek of the bare skin of your butt, making him raise both brows like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Jisung had woken up feeling refreshed, relaxed; it was something that he didn’t feel often. Perhaps it’s because of his regular sleep schedule which consisted of three, maybe four hours of a day. Maybe it was because he got to sleep on a bed instead of the uncomfortable floor. Or it could be because he was absolutely spent last night after getting acquainted with your body. Either way, his shoulders felt relaxed, his back untensed, it was nice.

When he found you still asleep next to him, you had your hair splayed all around you, mouth slightly open, arms tucked close to your chest, the bed sheets covering you from your waist down. The image sent blood rushing down his body and he had to get out of bed quickly before it became too much. However, before he did get out of bed, he placed the sheets higher on your body.

Now, from the balcony, he could see the bottom curve of your ass and he determines that its best if he stays outside on the balcony while you take your call. He sips on his warm black coffee, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he tries to calm himself down.

You unlock your phone to answer Robin’s call.

“Excuse me miss ma’am?!” Robin’s voice only goes higher in pitch, her eyes wide as she stares at you through the phone.

You lean away from your phone, her voice taking you by surprise. “Well hello, too you too, Robin.”

Robin smiles sheepishly at you before she takes a seat in front of her vanity, placing her phone down against the mirror. She leans forward in her seat, getting close to the camera with a cocked brow. “Explain.”

You feign innocence, hiding your smile behind your curled up fingers. “Explain?”

Robin gives you a deadpan stare. “DID YOU FUCK HIM AGAIN?”

Behind you, you can hear Jisung nearly choke on his coffee. He decides that maybe he shouldn’t be within earshot of this conversation. He downs the rest of his drink and calls out from the balcony, “Hey, I’m gonna shower real quick while you discuss all of that.” Strategically, he walks in, making sure that both you and Robin could see him in the background of your facetime. Your face reddens and you plant your face into the mattress, hoping the bed would swallow you up.

Robin is doing the exact opposite on her end. Her eyes perk up and she sits up straight in her seat, as if doing so would get her a better view or angle of Jisung’s abs and then back as he makes his way across the hotel room to the bathroom. Her eyes are glued to her phone screen.

When the door closes and the shower turns on, you groan and bring your head up, running a hand over your face. The high squeal of Robin rings in your ears.

“GIRL, is that HIM?”

“M’hmm.”

Robin gives you a dramatic and prolonged wink of her eye and the “okay” hand sign. She whispers-yells, “Did he rearrange your organs?”

“Why do you do that?” You laugh at her, “Whisper loud enough for people to hear you anyway?”

Robin laughs and shrugs her shoulders, “It’s just a part of my charm.” Robin eyes you pointedly, still. “So?”

You shrug your shoulders, avoiding eye contact. “So what?”

Robin sighs in frustration. “Okay, I get it we’re shy. I’ll ask the questions then!”

You laugh and smile at her through the phone. “Go ahead.”

“Were you drunk or sober?”

“Sober,” you say confidently.

“Ooo, sober Y/nnie got some dick last night.”

“Okay, Robin. Next question, he’s not going to be in the shower forever.”

Robin laughs on her end and wiggles in her seat, her excitement manifesting physically in her inability to sit still. “Was it like you remembered the first time?”

You move your eyes towards the ceiling, thinking back to last night and a small smirk plays on your lips. “Better.”

“Ooo,” Robin bites her lower lip, raising her brows up and down in support. “Love that for you. Any spanking? Choking? Hair pulling?”

“No spanking. No real choking. A little hair pulling.” You recount last night’s details in your mind, subconsciously pressing your thighs closer together.

“So.. he wasn’t, like, nasty?” Robin pouts her lower lip at you. Robin always wanted the best for you in every single aspect of your life. Including sex.

You sit up in bed, bringing your legs under you. Without knowing, you start to play with the ends of your hair with your free hand when the butterflies start picking up in your stomach. “No, but it was a lot more romantic… it just felt like,” you pause to exhale loudly, trying to find the right words to say. “It just felt right. Like it needed to happen.”

Robin looks at you with a tilt of her head, a small smile on her lips, brows raised again with eyes wide. She’s looking at you with such happiness in her eyes. “Awwh, that’s so cute.” The smile quickly turns into a wide grin, “Was this romance happening on a different ancestral plane?”

You laugh loudly, not expecting that follow up question. When you don’t answer, she asks another question. “On a scale of one to ten, please rate your experience.”

“A hundred. For sure. Would come again.”

Robin is about to dig further when the both of you hear the bathroom door open. The both of you give each other an embarrassed look and Robin quickly waves a hand in front of the phone camera. “Well, I’ll leave you to it! Have fun! I’ll see you home soon.” She winks at you once before immediately hanging up.

“Sorry about that,” You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and place your phone on the nightstand. Jisung makes his way to you in a fresh pair of dark gray sweats and a white tee. His hair was still slightly damp, water droplets falling when he rakes his hand through his hair and immediately shakes it out.

“No, don’t worry about it. It was just my friend, Robin.” You walk into the bathroom to grab a towel for his hair. When you come back into the room, you find him sitting in the bed. With a soft smile, you lazily make your way between his legs, plopping the towel on top of his head, obscuring his vision.

Jisung’s deep chuckle bounces around the room as he brings his hands to your hips, pulling you closer to him. The chuckle seems to rumble in your own chest while you gently rub Jisung’s hair with a towel. You feel a blush paint your cheeks; the whole situation was so domestic it made you a little shy just thinking about it.

“Robin seems fun,” Jisung closes his eyes, leaning into your touch, feeling relaxed as you dry his hair.

“M’hmm,” You take the towel off his head and toss it onto the couch.

He looks up at you with a small smirk and a mischievous look in his eyes. “So… 100 out of 10, huh?”

Your eyes shut, hands coming up to cover your face. His warm hands encircle your wrists as he tries to pry yours away. “Oh my god.”

“That’s kind of high.” He succeeds and places his chin on your chest, staring straight into your eyes. He enjoys watching you get nervous, he thinks it's cute you can’t look him in the eyes.

“Oh my god,” You repeat. You’re not sure if there are other words to explain how mortified you are.

“Gonna be hard to top that.” Jisung’s voice lowers in octave, it’s that husky voice that he primarily has used whenever you two are naked and or in bed together.

You do your best to turn away from him, attempting to free yourself from his hold so you could hide your shame.

Jisung easily encircles your waist with his arm to pull you back into his lap. His lids are nearly closed as he stares down at your lips, his lashes nearly touching his cheeks. “Guess I’ll have to try harder, then.” He leans closer to you and closes the distance, placing his lips on yours.

“Jisung, it’s 10:50 already, check out is at 11:00!” You’re hurriedly stuffing your toiletries into your backpack that you took with you on your trip to Busan, going back and forth between the bathroom and your backpack constantly just to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind.

Jisung brings his duffel bag and your smaller suitcase by the door, picking up your jackets that were laid on the bed. “Hey, don’t forget the ears you got at Lotte World.” You're thankful for the reminder and you snatch the bunny ears off the small table in the corner.

You meet him by the door, slipping on your shoes. Jisung takes your backpack from your hands as you put your jacket on. When you try to take the backpack from him, he places it on top of your rolling suitcase and clicks his tongue. “You’re stressed. Don’t worry about it.”

While you were running around making sure you got everything, Jisung was gathering the items you overlooked: your mascara by the window, your phone charger under your pillow, a sock in the closet. He finds it an amusing quirk of yours that even though you were doing your best to be meticulous, the stress of it all caused you to overlook things.

You give him a small smile, opening the door for the both of you. You walk beside him in the hallway, gently nudging his side, “Sorry. Hotel check outs are my worst nightmare.” It was an over exaggeration but you always felt bad for taking too long when checking out.

Inside the elevator, Jisung’s hand leaves the handle of your rolling suitcase to pull you tight against him. “Don’t worry about it.” He places a chaste kiss on the left side of your forehead. “We have to be somewhere anyway.” When the elevator dings to signify your arrival to the lobby, Jisung walks towards the front desk bringing all the luggage with him.

With your eyes wide, you follow behind him. “Another surprise?”

Jisung shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, handing over the hotel room card keys to the hotel employee. “It’s really nothing special, so don’t give me those eyes.” He looks at you with a lopsided smile, taking in your eyes full of excitement and wonderment before deciding he can’t take it anymore. He places a hand on top of your head to ruffle at your hair, finishing up the process of checking out. “Just one night before we go back to Seoul.”

“Hey, we’re here.” Jisung puts the car in park and you look out the window, taking in the new environment. You had been immersed in a book that Jisung had recommended to you back at the record-book store. Outside, you notice how wooded the area is. He parked next to a trailer with a small wooden patio set outside of it.

You look back towards him with a slight tilt of your head, “Camping?”

Jisung nods and opens his door, shutting it behind him to run around the front of the car to open your own door. “Camping.”

You give him a soft smile and place your feet onto the soft dirt and dry leaf covered ground. Taking in a deep breath, you can smell the earthy aroma around you, the slight moisture in the air amplifying the evergreen scent.

Jisung takes the luggages out of the trunk of his car and brings them up to the doorstep of the trailer. He fishes out his phone from his pocket to find the email with the instructions. He inputs the number into the trailer’s electronic keypad lock. With a chime, the door unlocks.

This time, you grab onto your backpack and luggage and bring it into the trailer before Jisung can. Inside the trailer is a lot more spacious than you would have thought looking at it from the outside. A lot of the trailer was furnaced with warm-colored wood stains and white accents. The full-sized bed at the far end was against a large window. Outside the window was the beautiful view of the wooded area outside. Tall moss covered trees with branches that stretched and loomed far above, a small creek a couple of ways out, and a glimpse of the outdoor shower behind the trailer.

It felt like a cozy woodsy getaway. It was perfect.

“Did I do good?” Jisung comes up behind you and wraps his arms around the smallest part of your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder.

You lean your weight against him and he supports it. “What is this for?”

“Mmm,” He hums and flashes a gummy smile at you. “Fall Asleep Under the Stars.”

You spent the day playing games provided by the company who hosted the trailer campers with Jisung. You played chess, which didn’t go too well. You knew the basics of chess, what pieces did what, but you didn’t know too much about strategy. Jisung, however, was both knowledgeable and competitive. He didn’t let you win, but he did demand a kiss whenever he took a piece of yours off the board, so you didn’t mind at all.

For dinner, you had some ramyun that you boiled in a pot above the firepit provided in front of the trailer. The sun set overhead and soon the both of you were getting ready for bed.

You tug some sleeping shorts under your oversized t shirt and messily tie your hair up in a bun. When you leave the small toilet room, you find Jisung already in bed, sitting up against the wall, the book you were reading before open in his lap. When you take a couple of steps, your feet’s soft thuds alert Jisung of your presence. His brown eyes leave the book immediately to fall on you as his hand pats the spot in bed beside him.

With a huge smile on your face, you easily slip in under the covers, back against the wall to mimic his position, head on his shoulder. The large window gives view to the eerily calm forest, full moon peeking above the tops of the trees. You give a sigh, feeling at ease with Jisung’s arms around you.

“Oh,” You tilt your head a little to get a better view of the night sky, “We can see the stars!”

Jisung nods and points at a specific star cluster, “That right there is Lupus.”

You squint your eyes, trying to make out what he was pointing at.

Jisung laughs and glances at you from the corner of his eyes, “You can’t see it, can you?”

You give him a sort of apologetic smile and shake your head, “No, but I want to!” You get on your knees and hands, crawling across his legs to get closer to the window. You press your hands on the glass pane, craning your head up at the sky.

Jisung joins you and points in the same direction. “Right there,” He observes your face, so close to the window, the moonlight on your face; he wants to commit this moment to his memory. He gets close to the window and breathes onto the window, causing it to fog up. With one eye closed, he takes his index finger and with the very tip of it, he presses it against the glass, right where he sees the stars that make up the constellation. “Look,” He places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you to the correct perspective. “Do you see it?”

You look through the window, doing your best to match your perspective with Jisung’s to see with how the stars he dotted on the window were. You squint your eyes for a couple of seconds, focusing your vision when you see it. “Oh, I do! I do see it, Jisung!”

Jisung smiles at you, then falls back onto the mattress, his hands behind his head while he watches the night sky. “That’s one of my favorite constellations.”

The stars reflect in your eyes, wide as you stare at the constellation for a moment longer. The room is quiet as Jisung’s eyes fall onto your form, absolutely enthralled by how perfect the night was. Finally, you join him back on the bed, fitting yourself against his side, head resting on his chest. “Any reason why?”

Jisung stares back up at Lupus. “I like to think that’s Chan watching over me.”

“Is Chan the friend that your tattoo on your back is for?” Your eyes look up at him, trying to tread carefully on the subject. He’s mentioned it once or twice before and you’ve gathered from what limited information he’s given you as well as how tense the air gets that whoever Chan was meant a lot to Jisung.

Jisung gives you a lopsided smile, one that that’s a little sad, tugging down at the corner of his lips. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t change the subject, and if you could read Jisung’s mind, he’d tell you: Keep going, ask another question, I’m ready to talk about it.

“What was he like?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, daring not to disturb the atmosphere that allowed him to open up. Like if you were to move or if you were to talk too loud, something in the air would shatter and Jisung would pull away and keep that side of himself tucked away for the next time he felt vulnerable enough to share.

“Chan was my brother– well, no. Not my brother,” Jisung bit on the inside of his cheek, struggling to find the correct words to say. “Not by blood anyway. I have an older brother, but Channie was more of a brother than my actual brother. Not that my brother was a bad brother, just… Chan was different. He was my best friend.”

“How old were you when you met him?”

“Sixteen,” Jisung’s smile is small, recalling one of his best friends. “I was such a little shit,” Inwardly, he cringes, but he chuckles softly. “But Chan… He saw something in me that I didn’t know was there.”

You stay quiet to let him continue on, observing the miniscule movements in his face. Small twitches of his lips, the way his eyes would seem like they lost focus, presumably lost in a memory.

“I like to think that I just didn’t know how to channel all the pent up energy I had. I never knew what to put my efforts into. Everything just seemed so… arbitrary. The more I was expected to do something, the more I just didn’t want to. Teen angst I guess.” Jisung’s hand subconsciously falls to your back, lazily drawing shapes with the tips of his fingers overthe fabric of your shirt. “He asked me one day, ‘Jisung, what do you like?’” He imitates his friend, pitching his voice a little higher and even putting on an Australian accent. “At the time, I told him I liked anime and music.” Jisung grins, “He told me that I should try and draw, so I did. It wasn’t good, but Channie still kept it and said he’d sell it one day after the anime or manga I made would become really popular.”

“So, was he the one that got you into music?”

Jisung nods, “Yeah. After I got into music, I just… I was a better person. I felt like I had purpose and I could stop pretending to be something people wanted me to be.”

“How did you guys meet?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it’s not as embarrassing as you think it is.”

“Okay… well. I met him at a chess meet up at the park.”

“Chess?”

“Yeah, I was a really nerdy kid. Definitely not as cool as I am now.” He looks at you with a fake smug look. “Chan won and said something in English in this Australian accent and I told him I thought he was really cool.”

Jisung grows quiet and it’s become a little awkward; a little tense. There was something looming in the air that was begging to be spoken.

“Wh-what happened to him, Ji?” You stutter, feeling apprehensive about his answer.

“I think,” He pauses to swallow a lump in his throat. “I think Chan was lonely. I mean, we were all friends with him. Changbin, Lee know, Seungmin, too. But I think that wasn’t enough.” He shakes his head quickly, “No– Sorry. I told myself I would stop saying and thinking that way.” Jisung chokes up a little, his voice wavering slightly. Jisung pauses, both to regain his composure, but also to gather his thoughts. “I think even in crowded rooms, Chan felt lonely.”

Your eyebrows knit together and tears start to sting the corner of your eyes.

Jisung sighs, loud, heavily, and slowly. The silence is truly deafening; the longer it goes on, the more Jisung’s expression cracks. Eventually, his brows furrow, eyes staring off somewhere out the window as he bites his lower lip to choke back the sobs, tears staining his face.

You’re unsure at what point it happened, but the fabric of Jisung’s shirt on his chest has grown damp with your own tears.

“He always encouraged me to keep going. He always told me that life wasn’t always a straight path. Sometimes we take detours, but if we stick to it, we’ll get to where we want to be.”

You lean up on your elbow and wipe the tears away with the pad of your thumb.

Jisung reaches for your wrist to stop you and instead, he wipes his face with the back of his arm. “I just wish he took his own advice.”

Your lower lip trembles and you drape your body on top of his, holding onto him tightly. Jisung places his hands around you, fingers clenching at your shirt. His sobs are thunderous, strong enough to shake his whole body; a stark opposite of the calm atmosphere outside.

It makes you wonder, has Jisung ever talked to anyone about this?

In truth, this was a pain that Jisung shared with his friends, but no one truly knew how he felt outside of that circle. So when he finally talked about it with you, he felt like the floodgates opened, he felt just a release of emotions that was so overwhelming, all he could do was cry and sob. His cries pierce through your soul, pulling at the strings of your heart. His pain is so strong and you can’t help but squeeze him tight, to let him know that you’re there for him and if his pain is anything like yours… You squeeze him tight to let him know that he’s still here, physically, persevering, fighting.

After what felt like forever, Jisung’s shoulders cease their shaking, his breath in his lungs is more stable, the tears on both of your faces now dry. You resume your position by his side, head resting delicately on his chest. You stay quiet, listening to the air in his lungs, paying attention to the rise and fall of his chest. When his breathing slows and becomes even, you assume he’s fallen asleep.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jisung.”

When there’s no response, you close your eyes, certain that he’s asleep, almost relieved that he is.

“I am, too.” Jisung presses you closer to him before falling into a deep slumber.

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A big reason it's taken me long to update is because we're nearing to the end and I've grown so so attached to these characters; I don't want to say goodbye yet.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 11 months

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You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to, but there’s an idea that has been on my mind lately and I just need to get it out there and share it with someone. Lately I’ve been thinking about a whumpee sitting in the passenger seat of caretaker’s car, being driven home after caretaker picked them up from the bar. Under the influence of alcohol, whumpee starts casually rambling about the fucked up shit that whumper did to them, all of which caretaker was completely unaware of. Whumpee wasn’t normally the type to open up to them. Caretaker is horrified, while whumpee is too drunk to even notice caretaker’s stunned reaction.

CW: References to domestic violence, drug use, derogatory self-talk, Kauri being a Drunk Mess. Takes place early after Kauri starts coming to the safehouse.

"I said, 'Oh my God, look at that face,'" Kauri sings, voice husky and cracking, boneless against the passenger seat. "You look like my next mistake-"

"Annnnnnd we're not listening to this," Jake interrupts, leaning forward to switch from the random dance-pop playlist to his own personal one. Kauri's glimmering smile fades into an overwrought pout in response.

"Boo. You have the worst taste in music."

"I do not. I just don't want to listen to you drunk-sing Taylor Swift, that's all. Not again. Last time you cried."

"Excuse me, Jakob Stanton, that was a private performance and you should be glad I didn't make you pay for the concert of the century." Kauri kicks his dirty Vans up on Jake's clean dash, crossing his legs at the ankles. He drops his right hand down to pull the little lever on the side of his seat, the back falling backwards until he's nearly lying down. "Not my fault I get carried away with emotions."

"Ever tried not doing that?"

"Yeah." Kauri smiles again. Jake pretends not to glance sidelong to watch his eyes move, like he can see the stars right through the roof of Jake's car. There's a hickey on Kauri's neck, bruising in the shape of teeth and tongue. Might be lipstick smudged on an earlobe. Kauri's own mouth seems too red in the dark, yellowed under the occasional streetlight.

It isn't the answer Jake expects. "What?"

"Course I tried. You think I let this pretty face be ruined by all those ugly tears before? It's in my training, you know. No tears unless he wants them, no screams he doesn't demand, nothing left that he didn't pay for. He wants a gorgeous face, not some asshole who feels things and has opinions."

Jake falls quiet. His music seems incongruous now, clashing with Kauri's soft voice. He takes a turn, driving out of downtown where he'd found Kauri giggling outside yet another bar, dancing with a group of people who looked just as wounded as he does.

He isn't as good as Kauri is at knowing, but he thought at least two of them probably had barcodes hidden underneath jewelry and long sleeves, too.

Romantics run away often, it's in Jake's literature. But they struggle once they're out. They don't know how to make a living. They tend to shoplift because no one showed them how to pay, they can't get a job anyway even when they know what to do. They get treated like shit and taken advantage of... and they go back. They're bad at hiding, at blending in. They get caught, or they go back.

"There's a lot in you that nobody made but you." Jake wishes he was better at this. He's still kind of new at it, and Kauri hasn't been coming around that long. He still has some bandages under his shirt, covering the fresh scar on his collarbone.

"Therein, Jakob, lies the problem." Kauri intones the sentence like a professor delivering a lecture. "Mr. Owen hated all those parts, because none of them were in the person I was supposed to be."

Jake tries not to grind his teeth too obviously. Mr. Owen. Fucking asshole.

"I tried not to feel things that I wasn't supposed to. I was great it, too, for a while. Even better at lying once the feelings showed up anyway. But that wasn't enough, because it was a lie and we both knew it. Love is just lying, for us. To ourselves. To the owners. To everyone. We don't really mean it. We don't know how."

Jake licks at his lips. They sit at a stoplight, and he wishes he'd told Nat to get Kauri instead. Or had told Kauri no, figure it out, it's late and Jake doesn't want to be doing this.

But Kauri called, and he came.

It's a bad habit he can't let himself get into, or he'll be who Kauri always calls on nights like this.

He hopes so, anyway.

"We lie." Kauri's voice is a haze, fog rolling in off the bay. Kauri sounds the way someone looks when they're far enough away that every edge has softened. "We manipulate, we steal, we plead and flatter and fuck like rabbits. And there's absolutely nothing underneath."

"Kaur, you know that isn't true-"

"Every time there was," Kauri continues, as if Jake hadn't spoken, "He hurt me, and then he put me back in my box."

The light finally turns green, and Jake presses down on the gas. "Your box?"

"My delivery box. He kept it, set it up against the wall. When I couldn't be empty enough for him, when he remembered it was all just the two of us lying to each other, he would put me back in it. In the dark... all by myself." Kauri blinks rapidly, and Jake sees streetlight gleam, dim and yellow, off the tears escaping the corner of his eye to soak saltwater into his hair, just above his ear. "Can't feel anything. Can't see anything. Can't hear anything. He'd leave me for hours. One time for-... for over a day. Once he even moved it around like he was sending me b-back."

"Holy fuck."

Jake thinks about that.

He thinks about the way Kauri flinches away from small spaces, sleeps outside because the doors don't lock when there aren't any.

"Jesus," He whispers.

Kauri doesn't seem to notice.

"I just got so tired of pretending I didn't feel it when he hit me," Kauri says, holding his hands up, looking at his own palms. The leather bracelet that hides his barcode looks like handcuffs at this angle, in what passes for light at midnight under nothing but tree canopies lining residential streets. "I couldn't keep it up and he couldn't keep remembering I'm not ever going to suddenly become Vincent fucking Shield, even if he killed me. And... and he was gonna kill me sooner or later, right? After the choking started, the..." He touches his collarbone over his shirt. "He was going to, soon. And nobody would care."

Jake swallows, hard. "That's not-"

"I almost didn't even care anymore, either."

There's no way to respond to that.

He just listens.

"I got so tired of being empty. I couldn't lie to him any longer. Couldn't keep lying to me, either. I'm a failure, a broken pet. I wanted to tell the truth. Just the one time, I wanted to tell the truth without being put in the box, Jake. I wanted to say that I could hate him more than I loved him. I wanted to get to hate him at all. But there's... there's a problem with that."

"Is there?"

What the fuck else can he say?

"Yeah." Kauri digs a hand into his pocket. He swallows something before Jake can stop him. Maybe it's just Tylenol to hold off the hangover. Maybe. Probably not. Kauri'd smile swims, uneasy and seeming oddly seasick. "The problem... is that the truth isn't what I want it to be."

"Kauri-"

"I am empty, Jake. I got away from him and there isn't anything in here. They're right. I'm not even a person. Just a face and a cock. Just the cold and the walls and... and the box."

"That's not true-"

"It's okay." Kauri, absurdly, lays a hand on his arm to soothe him. "It's okay. I don't even mean it. I'm just rambling, Jake. None of it means anything. I am so drunk, just ignore me, yeah? Just talking shit, that's all." He suddenly smiles, bright as any star, and jerks his seat back upright. "Hey, can we go to Burger King? I want some fries."

The sudden swerve of mood feels like driving right off a cliff but finding yourself suddenly flying a plane.

"What? It's twelve-thirty in the morning-"

"Drive-thru is open til one. Come on, Jake, please?" Kauri's eyes are absurdly wide, too blue.

Jake groans. "Yeah, fine."

Kauri claps his hands together with glee, half-lunging to grab Jake's mp3 player. "You're my favorite person on earth, Jake. Now, where is the list with the pretty orangey looking background color..."

Kauri keeps his eyes carefully unfocused so he won't read the letters. The guitar starts up for the first song in the list, and Kauri grins. Whatever he swallowed is already starting to work on him, pupils wide, wiping out so much of the gorgeous blue.

This time, Jake doesn't stop him from singing along.

@finder-of-rings @endless-whump @arlin-always-writing @thefancydoughnut @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @burtlederp @whump-tr0pes @autophagay @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears @hackles-up @grizzlie70 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @keeper-of-all-the-random-things

#whump #kauri's poor life choices #writing #bbu #box boy universe #box boy #trauma recovery tw #recovering whumpee #runaway whumpee #escaped whumpee #caretaker and whumpee #erase to control #jake the shelter guy #drug use tw #alcohol tw #drunk whumpee

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bodycountgame · 11 months

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The way I, and i think lots of others, would devour your Hozier essay like please spare us some crumbs i beg (also Vinh my beloved......when I say that song choice has ruined me.. your mind thank you)

hahaha okay this been so hotly requested but i am incapable of coherent thoughts so please enjoy these rambling thoughts that i jotted down in the notes app while on the bus!

i feel like there is more to be said but also bus journeys are finite so i'm just doing what i can with the time i have lol. what are your thoughts??? please share with the class i Know you have opinions and i wanna hear em!

adegoke: movement

so adegoke's character playlist actually has a different hozier song on it (from eden) which i always imagined to be more from MC's perspective.

for adegoke, i love the idea of romance like the push and pull of the ocean currents, waves meeting and breaking, a rhythm. and movement just gives me that, i guess! adegoke is also a deeply creative person and movement really gives the vibe of the lover as an inspiration, a muse, which i think would be something that he would totally relate to. as a writer, love is at the core of his work - even when it isn't the subject it is what he finds grounding.

adegoke also loves to dance (and is an excellent dancer) so that particular expression feels so appropriate.

arthur: angel of small death and the codeine scene

this one is quite literal, i guess - arthur is a mean little weasel and it can be a challenge to find the sweetness in him. i think arthur defaults to an "i can make them worse" approach to romance which i think this sort of speaks to.

also his family are terrible and he often feels like a bit of a stray, i think.

atticus: NFWMB

this one has been pulled straight from his character playlist because its just So ???????? musically it just reminds me of him but i know nothing about music so i have no idea how to articulate it - the sort of unassuming and almost casual vibe contrasted with the utter devotion in the lyrics. the emotional intensity comes from the lack of fanfare, you know?

also like. atticus loves a hair pull, sort of sexy possessive vibes and a rhetorical question so the "ain't you my baby" really hits on that level as well lmaooo

avery: it will come back

this is another one that is already on avery's character playlist hahaha what can i say i'm a hozier bitch!

this choice is really about avery's complicated relationship with softness and intimacy, especially in a romance with MC which is Forbidden when she places such an emphasis on her professionalism. the way that she partitions different parts of her life is something of a defense for her after her difficult experiences in medicine - she's learned the hard way, she knows better, and yet she just can't help herself. i always think of avery's romance as being like a dam bursting; there's nothing for a long time until a little crack forms and then the dam breaks and everything falls apart. once she has a taste she can't be satiated, which i think this song speaks to.

charlie - sunlight

he just can't keep away, even knowing how totally disastrous it will probably be for him, but he continues on gladly because he thinks that being that close to the sun will feel worth it even after it's burned him. he's 'death trap clad happily'.

ellis - almost (sweet music)

i did a deep dive into ellis' who playlist on patreon way back when and (surprise surprise) this was one of the songs that features on their playlist. this was actually one that i didn't say too much about because its just a bop, you know??? there's the lyrics about their foolish heart, but otherwise this song just screams ellis at me and i never really know why its just a warm fuzzy good vibe and that's them all over.

florrie - take me to church

a song thats an endictment of catholicism And fucking???? all the ingredients to make up a solid florrie song. there are a few lines that give me big florrie energy (she's the giggle at the funeral / knows everybody's disapproval / my lover's the sunlight / get something shiny) but in general i imagine florrie would fare well being worshipped, i think that's a great dynamic for her, so this is reflective of that.

griffin - someone new

i don't think this one really needs much explanation - griffin falls fast and hard and often. he's my romeo, and every bit as naive.

beyond that, i do think that griff is someone who doesn't believe there's a Right Way to go about things and he's quite happy to muddle through life and always seems to land on his feet - a great person to help someone really uptight unwind hahaha

imogen - my love will never die

of all the characters, imogen is the one who is most likely to get on her knees and beg someone to love her.

also she loves flowers 💐

nyra - to be alone

this one is also pretty literal lmao i am many things but i am Not a deep thinker. she doesn't love crowds, and i think the thing that nyra would value most in a partner is having someone that she can be alone with, if that makes sense? one of those special people that you can hang out with and still have the regenerative effect of alone time.

when we meet nyra in body count she's in the midst of a really hard time in her life - we're at a real low point for her. she doesn't really feel like a person, she feels like a zombie dragging herself from one day to the next. she needs to work through that on her own (falling in love doesn't Magically Fix People), but i think that her relationship with MC would give her a few little sparking reminders to help guide her on her way.

rowan - jackie and wilson

again soz this is on her character playlist hahaha! this is an absolute rowan anthem for me - she is my roman candle of the wild. i mean obviously this song is so fun and that is Very Rowan, but the "better yet, she wouldn't care" particularly speaks to me. rowan is very much someone who can meet people where they're at with grace and understanding and help to build them up.

syd - work song

syd was the hardest person to match a song with, weirdly, but it was the second verse that really cinched it (and I was burnin' up a fever / i didn't care much how long i lived / but i swear i thought i dreamed her / she never asked me once about the wrong i did). syd is a hard person to Date because they are a fuck up! they don't always get things right or know the right things to say or make the right gesture. that said, if someone can work through the initial challenges with them, they would be rewarded with endless devotion (albeit expressed in their own funny little way).

vinh - in a week

lying down and dying together in a field to be eaten by animals is peak romance to vinh lmao. in general, i think once they find Their Person it will be someone that they can feel at home and happy with regardless of the situation, and there isn't much that they wouldn't be willing to endure as long as they had that.

#is this coherent? no!#but is it insightful? also no #music tag #is this just a hozier fan blog now #also if you need a good drinking game then read this post and take a shot every time I'm like its just SO them tehe x #sorry but we cant all have thoughts all the time!!#i tried to add a cut in this but tumblr mobile is a bitch as usual

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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hey! if you have time would you mind doing ateez headcannons on what they're like as a best friend? thanks! I love your writing so so much- you're so talented and I always look forward to your posts :)

ateez as best friends

genre: headcanons; fluffy crack stuff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: cursing

pls like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

hongjoong

the honest friend

always offers solutions to your problems

appreciates and craves deep convos

not all the time, but every now and then

he likes to know that as much as he can have a good laugh with you, he can also express to you his problems and concerns

is the type to like a bit of routine in regards to friendship. like... going to the same cafe to catch up at the same time on the same day/s each week, sitting at the same table, ordering the same things, etc...

he likes having that little something to look forward to with his bestie on days when he is working

seonghwa

the comfort friend

literally just wants to listen to your worries forever and ever

he always gives you options. you want to talk about your feelings? here's there to listen. you want to cry? he'll give you his shoulder to cry on. you want a distraction from your worries? he'll make you forget you even have worries in the first place

he likes feeling useful in any way he can, so just so the word and he's happy to oblige

just naturally interested in other people

his whole presence is just so comforting ;-;

yunho

the carefree friend

just goes with the flow, to be honest. if he's in good company then there's nothing much to complain about

so ways to hang out with, honestly

he likes going with whatever anyone else wants, but if you're super indecisive then he's fine with making the decision as well, no biggie

he literally gets on with everyone purely because of how easy-going he is

and also he's just cute and nice and polite isn't he so >.<

he's just there to have a good time

there for the vibes 😎

yeosang

the sarcastic friend

you gotta get used to this humour

if you are besties with our sangie boi then you have the privilege of being the only one he will properly relax and be his true self with

he's still quiet but much more likely to come out of his shell and express himself more freely

which results in him being a sassy mf

you are the butt of all his jokes just to warn you

he likes being his random self with you and he appreciates that you get his humour

san

the clingy friend

once you've classified him as your bestie, there's literally no turning back

joined at the hip

likes sharing things with you. whether that's food, memes, playlists, etc... he wants his bestie to be a part of what he enjoys, yk??

giving you regular updates on his life and certainly expects you to do the same >:(

he's the type of friend that just absolutely adores and loves his friends so much

like they mean more to him than anyone else in his life

friends = family

mingi

the goofy friend

so silly and goofy 🤪

he's so random and most of the time he lets his intrusive thoughts win so be on the lookout for that

it's always a good time with him

he can have so much crackhead energy sometimes like it's hilarious

he is never, ever a boring best friend. that's just his personality; he's always got something to say and he never lets a conversation go stale

even when you guys are just sitting around, he's always bringing up the most random topics up or just weird speculations and shower thoughts he has, you know the drill

i love him uwu

wooyoung

the loud friend

laughs often

yall are the type of best friends who get strange looks from other people because of how obnoxiously loud you both are

like you two are the main characters and everyone else just sort of exists around you. wooyoung certainly doesn't care about what other people think and neither should you!

so you end up doing the randomest shit together

he loves spontaneity

also will take the craziest most unflattering pictures of you

his whole camera roll is just filled with pictures of you and him or where you guys have been together

he loves making memories <333

literally the best friend you could ever ask for, i can't lie

jongho

the independent friend

meets up every now and then

probably a few times a month because you guys have different schedules and are so busy

a firm believer that distance makes the heart grow fonder

he thinks that being around someone all the time, 24/7 isn't always the best case-scenario

having some time in between when you meet gives something for the both of you to talk about

and makes it seeing you more special

although both of you have the knack for gossiping about literally everybody

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universecorp · 11 months

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Temptation: Chapter 2

Chapter warnings: None

W.C.: 3.8k

Mood Playlist: Temptation

Day 7

The past three days have been the longest of your life. You truly understood why these fairies were given the domain of lust. Not only had you walked in on several more very compromising scenes and positions, but you had been invited to join each one. It was like fucking was their profession, and you knew it wasn’t because Soobin and Yeonjun were doing their jobs right now.

Yeonjun worked as a choreographer for a music label. His schedule was often very open because they only enlisted him for new music releases or award shows, which is why he had so much time on his hands. He had shown you some of the artists he choreographed for, and you were in awe at how amazing his dances were.

Soobin on the other hand worked as an old language interpreter. Fairies much like humans had old and lost civilizations, Soobin’s job was to analyze their old texts and try to decipher them. It was a job he described as challenging, but he enjoyed it. He also got to set his own schedule, which still left him enough time to be with his lovers.

Over the last few days Soobin had been working a bit, so you had been spending time with him in his study, reading and listening to the fairy explain what he was working on. You enjoyed watching him work, and even took a look at some of the languages, which also had a very similar look to some of the old human lost languages.

The younger ones of the group had been traveling back and forth between the domain and the hub for school. You wanted to go with them to see how different fairy college was compared to what you were used to, but unfortunately the school had a strict policy against anyone attending classes that they weren’t enrolled in. It wasn’t too bad though, you had been spending time with the older men, or on your own, exploring the domain and its endless landscape. Lucky for you The fairies had human proofed the domain with different paths to make sure you made it back to the tree no matter what path you took. You were grateful to them for making your stay easy and also for showing you the beauties of their world.

Right now you were laying outside under a large tree by one of the many streams that inhabited the domain. Your eyes were closed as you focused on the sound of the small waterfall nearby. You could hear birds chirping softly as soft rays of sun that slipped through the cracks of the tree's shade warmed your face. You stretched a little, wiggling your toes against the soft blades of grass before turning on your side. You figured a nap couldn’t hurt, especially since you had nothing better to do.

You were beginning to drift off when suddenly a ray of sun was shining into your eyelid. You huffed a little before turning your body, hoping a different angle would help. For a few moments it was serene again… until it wasn’t and another beam of sun was assaulting your eyelids. You turned onto your back and threw your arm over your eyes, hoping to block out the rays, but it was of no use. The sun felt even hotter and brighter, causing you to sit up. You opened your eyes only to see a Hueningkai, who quickly screamed and flew out of sight.

“Get back here!”

You heard giggling coming from above you, not just Hueningkai’s.

“You guys are so in for it!” Standing from the blanket you huffed and began climbing the tree. You were making progress when suddenly the branch under you began growing farther away from the tree causing you to yelp as you wrapped yourself around it. Boisterous laughing could be heard as you struggled to try and get back to the tree. Looking up you huffed when you saw Hueningkai, Beomgyu, and Taehyun all hovering above you. “If this is how you guys seduce people, I can see why no one has bothered to stick around.” Grumbling you inched your way off the tree branch, trying to find a safe place for your foot to land.

“It’s not, we can show you how we do if you’d like though.” Beomgyu replied cheekily, flying to your side, helping you down to the ground safely.

“I’m good.” You deadpanned, dusting off your white skirt, frowning at the dark residue the tree left.

“Oh, poor petal got her skirt dirty,” Taehyun fretted, fluttering down to join you and Beomgyu on the ground, Heuningkai following close behind. “We should go back to the tree, maybe we can convince Soobin and Yeonjun to come to one of the lakes and we can all go swimming?” You perked up at that, you had been wanting to swim in one of the pretty lakes that you had come across. One in particular that caught your attention, it had a large cave that had a waterfall in it. There were also a few rocks that were perfect for sitting on and just watching, all in all it looked just as fun to lounge in as it did to swim.

“Can we go to the one with the cave that has the waterfall in it?” The three fairies nodded, smiling at your enthusiasm.

“I never asked, what do you all major in at university?” You were about three quarters of the way back to the tree. The four of you had been making small talk and giggling over some embarrassing stories that you all decided to share. Even though you had no interest in the fairies romantically or carnally, you still enjoyed their presence and the conversations that you had.

“Music, with a minor in education,” Heuningkai replied.

“Math.” Taehyun answered shortly.

“Same as Hyuka, but I’m minoring in music technology.”

You made a sound of awe, it was interesting how all of the fairies had such different interests and careers, but still had the common ground of their love for one another. Even though it had only been a few days, you gained an understanding of the bond they shared. Sometimes it made you laugh how different they were, but the feeling you got watching them all be so in love with each other was so indescribable. You could only hope one day you would have someone that you felt that way with.

“Hyungs, we’re back!” Hueningkai called out as the three of you entered the tree. You followed the fairies to their shared room where you found the two oldest of the five. Yeonjun has his head in Soobin’s lap, who was playing with his dark locks with one hand as he held his phone in the other.

“Hi, how was school?” Hueningkai flittered over to the taller man, kissing him on his cheek before sitting down next to him.

“It was good, but I got a C on my stats quiz.” Soobin tsked, closing his phone.

“I thought you had Hyunnie help you study. You said you were confident, what happened?” The youngest blushed slightly, while Taehyun smiled coyly looking away from his blonde boyfriend.

“We did… but then we got a little distracted.” You stifled a laugh at the scene before you. They definitely belonged in this domain you thought to yourself.

The second oldest had a slightly unreadable expression on his, but ultimately relinquished, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“It’s fine,” Soobin huffed, “you just have to try harder next time, and i’ll be sitting in on your next tutoring session, understood?”

“Yes hyung.” The two youngest spoke in tandem.

“Ok now that the boring stuff is over, our little human wanted to visit starlight lake for a swim!” Beomgyu interjected, pushing you forward a bit. You hated to admit it but the way Beomgyu referred to you caused a small pit of warmth in your stomach.

“Is that so?” Yeonjun arose from his position. You nodded in response.

“Can we go please?,” Hueningkai begged, displaying his best pout. “Binnie hyung, you have to show her more of your magic! He can make waves and Hyunie and Yeonjunnie hyung make us big leaves to surf on!” Your eyes enlarged in awe and excitement at the new piece of information.

“Calm down raindrop, we can go, how about we spend the night there? There’s a reason we call it starlight lake, I think we should show Y/N why.” The youngest fluttered his wings in excitement, a large smile on display as his boyfriend spoke.

“Tae baby, why don’t you and Junnie go prepare a picnic for dinner while Gyu, Hyuka and I go get the rest of the supplies.” Both garden fairies nodded before leaving the room together, heading towards the kitchen.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

Soobin made a face as if he was pondering, “You can help us if you like, go get changed and then meet us near the washroom.” You acknowledged him with a small nod and made your way to your room.

You remembered that the fairies had bought you a few bathing suits. All of them were bikinis, but you didn’t have a problem with that, thankfully they also provided you with slips that you could use to cover yourself. Even though no one else was in the domain, it still made you grateful that the fairies were looking out for you.

After browsing through your options you ultimately decided on a blue bikini with a slip covered in small blue and pink fabric flowers. Once you were satisfied with the way you looked, you quickly packed an overnight bag before making your way to the washroom.

“Gyu, do you think you could get the animals to help us carry some of this?” Soobin inquired, handing a large blanket to the orange winged boy.

“Yeah, I'll see if Taehyun can create a wagon that a few of the deers can pull, hold on.” The blonde nodded, before directing his attention to you.

“Y/N, you look so cute! I picked that one out, I knew you would look good in it. Hyung, doesn’t she look good?” Soobin smiled endearingly down at his youngest lover before nodding. You blushed at that, thanking the two for the compliment.

“Good timing, I need you to go help Gyu load some of this stuff.” You hummed before grabbing some pillows that the water fairy pushed towards you.

“Hyuka and I will be right there.” Making a sound of affirmation, you made your way towards the entrance of the tree. Beomgyu seemed successful in getting that cart as well as some deer because he was now attaching some reigns made of what appeared to be some type of tree branch.

The fairy whistled in your direction, taking note of your appearance, causing you to blush again. “Where should I put these?” You asked, clearing your throat.

“In the cart is fine, Junnie and Tae are almost done, so they should be out soon.” You hummed before complying, standing awkwardly as you waited for the other four men to join.

“Wanna pet them?”

“Huh?”

“The deer, do you wanna pet them?” Beomgyu inquired.

“Oh… sure.” You replied, walking over to the orange winged man.

He grabbed your hand gently before lifting it towards the doe’s snout. The doe sniffed cautiously before nuzzling into your hand, causing you to break out into a wide smile. “She likes you, she says she wants you to meet her fawn.”

“Really?”

Beomgyu nodded.

Bending down to the doe’s level you nuzzled into her, a silent way of showing your shared adoration for her. Beomgyu wishes he was the doe that you were staring at right now. You looked at her with so much awe and love, just as you did with most of the animals and other aspects of their home. It made him jealous because you had yet to look at him or any of the others in that way. Despite that , Beomgyu couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. Even though you had only been in the domain for a week, he couldn’t imagine saying goodbye to you and neither could the others. They had a talk yesterday in the quiet of their room, illuminated only by a small orb of light, about where they stood with you and it was safe to say all of them wanted you to stay. They had had other humans stumble into their domain before, but none of them had intrigued them like you had. Your energy and love of all things that their domain had to offer only managed to endear them more with each passing day.

“Ready to leave?” Yeonjun chimed, walking out of the entrance of their large tree with a large picnic basket on hand. You stood from the ground humming a quick

“Uh huh” before grabbing the small overnight bag you had brought out with you. Slinging the small tote over your shoulder you began walking behind Beomgyu and the deers, keeping pace with Taehyun and Yeonjun.

Eventually you all arrived at the lake, you had walked past it at least twice since you arrived, but it never failed to take your breath away. There was a waterfall that flowed beautifully over the cave, and you could tell the inside had a nice secluded pool as well as enough room to sit comfortably on the ledge.

“You three can go swim while we set up camp and dinner, we’ll call you when it’s ready.” Yeonjun said, referring to you as well as Hueningkai and Taehyun. The three of you nodded, dropping your coverups onto the bank. You watched Hueningkai walk into the water with Taehyun close behind, you were hesitant to get in, but after the two looked back at you, you followed suit. The water was surprisingly warmer than you anticipated. You slowly submerged the majority of your body into the lake, sighing softly at how comfortable you felt.

You hadn’t realized you closed your eyes until you heard a very eager “Y/N, watch this!” come from near the waterfall. You opened your eyes, focusing them on Hueningkai who was standing on top of the large cave. Only a moment later Hueningkai was diving from the rock, landing gracefully in the water with a small splash. You saw the way he used his wings to control his speed so that the splash wasn’t as large, but it was still impressive.

Hueningkai soon resurfaced smiling widely at you, it was cute the way he paddled over to you. “Did you see,” he grabbed your hands underwater, “wasn’t I cool?”

“You were.” You affirmed with a shy smile.

The fairy beamed brightly, gripping your left hand a bit tighter so he could guide you deeper into the lake.

“How deep does it go?” you asked.

“Huh, oh the lake? Uhm…about 15 feet, the deepest part is inside the cave.” Hueningkai replied, hand still held tightly in yours.

“You wanna make some rainbows?” He was too precious for his own good, is all you could think as he stated expectantly at you.

“I don’t really think I can make them, since I don't have powers, but I would love to watch you make them!” The boy broke into a small pout.

“You can, though, splash some water in the air.” You were hesitant but the look he gave you managed to melt your heart even more and do as he wished. Breaking your hand away from him you cupped some water underneath the surface before shooting your hands up to create a large splash of droplets in the air. Hueningkai quickly directed sunlight over the droplets creating a beautiful dazzling rainbow over the two of you. You stared up in awe, smiling widely, before splashing more water up into the air.

The two of you continued this, laughing wildly as you made a game out of it by splashing water in different directions at once to see if he could create the colorful refractions in time. The whole time you and Hueningkai were playing you noticed Taehyun observing the two of you from a nearby rock. His wings were glistening in the sun as his damp hair stuck to his forehead. You noticed a small smile playing on his lips as he watched the two of you. You also noticed his naked torso, had he always been that toned? You had seen the fairies shirtless countless times before, but only now we’re you starting to realize how toned they were.

“Tae, come play with us!” The light fairy wore a small pout, much like the one he used to win you over.

“This rock is warm though, the water is too cold for me.” Taehyun replied, stretching out a bit on the large rock. He almost looked like he was glittering, the way the sun hit his skin, the sight made your stomach twist with a weird feeling.

“I’ll beam more light so the lake gets warmer, please? Hueningkai elongated the plea, jutting out his lower lip a bit for more of an effect. Taehyun tried to avoid eye contact with the younger, so as to not be coerced into getting in, but Hueningkai’s charms were just too much for him.

“Fine, but only if you warm up the water.” Hueningkai nodded, wings fluttering quickly causing small ripples to form in the water. You watchmen in awe once again as Hueiningkai made the beams of sun grow brighter, making the air around you grow warmer, but not in a way that was unbearable.

Taehyun slowly entered the water, like a flower opening its petals during the spring. You couldn’t help but be entranced by the way he slowly eased in, face morphed into one of satisfaction. “Is it warm enough?” Taehyun hummed in affirmation, eyes closed as he basked in the warmth of the lake.

“Could you make it like a hot tub, even at night?” You asked, making room for Taehyun to join your semi-circle.

“Unfortunately no, even though moonlight is technically sunlight, since it’s not hot I can’t do much with it and the light I can create isn’t hot either. I can do it during the day with sunlight, but not at night.” You hummed in understanding, treading your hand through the water lightly.

“Food is ready!” You looked over your shoulder at Yeonjun who was standing outside of the cave, waving the three of you over.

“Race ya!” Hueningkai quickly dove under the water to get a head start. You and Taehyun quickly followed, trying to catch up to the younger boy. You of course lost badly since the fairies had their wings to project them farther and faster than your mere arms and legs could. You were breathing heavily by the time you made it into the cave. Taehyun, Beomgyu and Hueningkai were all snickering at your state while Soobin and Yeonjun only tsked at the three.

“Poor petal, you knew that wasn’t a fair race.” Yeonjun said, walking over to give you a hand, helping you out of the water

. “It’s ok, it was fun, you guys are really fast.” All of the fairies giggled at your disheveled state as Yeonjun helped you walk over to the picnic blanket. Soobin placed a towel around your shoulders, causing you to let out a small thank you in response.

You looked at the assortment of sandwiches in front of you, most of them were savory, but you spotted a few sweet ones made with cream and fruit. Beomgyu began pouring tea from a thermos into the small cup in front of you, Taehyun offered you milk and sugar which you graciously took. You blew on your tea before taking a sip, but could feel everyone's eyes boring into you, which was confirmed as you shifted your gaze from the cup to the men around you. “Is something wrong?” All of them shook their heads, but you couldn’t help the skeptical expression that graced your features. You pulled your towel tighter around yourself before reaching forward for one of the sandwiches and taking a small bite. The rest of them followed in what felt like a silent game of simon says. “Why are you guys being weird all of the sudden?”

“We're not!” A chorus of whines broke out making you burst into laughter. You missed the way the fairies' faces softened at the sound of your infectious giggles.

“She’s so cute, I can’t take it.” Soobin whispered, to which the rest hummed. You tried to pretend not to hear the compliment, thankful that the cave was dim enough to hide your blush.

After all of you had eaten and your food settled, the six of you went back out into the lake. True to his word Soobin showed you more of what he could do, and you were thrilled. You never thought you would have a chance to boogie board on a giant leaf, but you were given that chance today. Your loud squeals rivaled Hueningkai’s own as Soobin created a giant wave that soaked both of you. You squealed even louder as Yeonjun used a vine to drag you through the water, giggling almost maniacally as you crashed into his chest. “Oh my god, do that again!” Yeonjun only chuckled before obliging you and dragging you through the water. This time you were halted near the cave, before you could recover you were swept up by a wave which caught you off guard, but made you yell in delight at the rushing feeling.

After a few hours of playing in the water all of you returned to the cave to dry off. Hueningkai started a fire with some wood and heat from the last remaining sunlight of the day which helped your shaking frame. The sun was beginning to set and you now understood why they called it Starlight Lake. The water was glittering even in the darkness of the cave and the small specks of light looked like stars swirling around in a galaxy. “They’re bioluminescent organisms, they’re safe to swim with, but I can tell you’re all watered out today.” Beomgyu explained handing you some tea that Taehyun had just brewed. You nodded, giving him a quick thanks before blowing over the rim and taking a sip.

After finishing your tea the fairies gave you space to change into your pajamas and set up a small area for you near the fire to keep you warm. They had a feeling you wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping next to them, much to their dismay, so they made sure to have an alternative for you. After settling in next to the warm fire you watched as Hueningkai began making small shapes and stars with the light from the fire. It was so calming that you fell asleep only a few moments later.

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kaekae-x0x0 · 1 year

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Welcome Home - Phantom of the Opera AU

Part 7/?

MASTERLIST HERE

A/n: I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! THANK YOU FOR THE CONTINUED SUPPORT WITH THIS!

Anyway- I’m really sorry for not being consistent with my posting. I try to post as often as I can but schools a massive pain, and I have my finals coming up… so I don’t think I’ll update this for a few days or so.

Now onto the story!

You and Howdy walked to the shop arm in arm after packing up your picnic. You didn’t feel the greatest, considering you lied to the only person who honestly wanted to help, but you would tell him about it… eventually.

You went into the guest bedroom to change to go to sleep, and you couldn’t help but stare in the mirror.

It wasn’t that you were looking at anything in particular, it just felt that somewhere, someone was staring at a mirror too, full of guilt for something they’ve done.

Knock knock knock

“Come in.”

Howdy came in and gave you a small wave with a familiar smile. He carefully sat down on your bed and invited you to sit with him.

You smiled and accepted the invite.

“Lovebug, I’m sorry to bring it up, but I want to talk.” He said.

“About what?”

“Look, I know we’re engaged, and the masquerade is coming up, but I don’t really feel comfortable letting the whole… well everyone to know about it.”

You nodded in agreement, “yeah, I’d like that too.”

He smiled as he gently took your hand as he stood up, he guided you over to an old style record player.

A song (playlist should be linked above) played from the speaker. You laughed as he put two hands on your waist (his other hand is on your waist on the other side.) and held your hand with one too.

You two began to slow dance around the room, laughing at every mistake YIU both made. Although Howdy always told you he had four left feet, he always seemed to step on your feet less often than you did to him.

You two lost your balance and feel to the ground, you both laughed.

Howdy stopped laughing and turned over to you.

“Darling I love you so much…”

You smiled as you took his hand, “Oh Howdy, I love you too.”

Howdy sat up, “I gotta wake up early to open up the shop…” he leaned over to give you a kiss, “I love you, my dear. Goodnight.” He got up and left, leaving the door cracked open.

“Goodnight Howdy.”

You turned out the lights and laid down on your bed, and just kinda stared up at the ceiling.

You tried to close your eyes to sleep, but all you could think of was Wally. His hair, his smile, his… mask.

Because you couldn’t sleep, you decided to see him once more, maybe last time was just a backlash, something he was overwhelmed about.

You left Howdy’s house and sighed.

“Why do I keep going back?” You asked yourself.

You reached out to open the door—it was locked.

You were surprised, it was never locked before…

You shrugged as you walked back to Howdy’s place.

“Maybe he’s still just a bit angry…” you pondered.

-Masquerade-

Just a fancy time skip because I don’t know when y’all’s birthdays are, just pretend the masquerade happens on your birthday cause that’s how I’m writing it.

The neighbors were planning this ever since you and Howdy got engaged. You both knew about it, but just never really put much thought into it.

Julie and Sally were put in charge, and boy did they deliver. The space was decorated with f/c colored EVERYTHING but it didn’t look crowded or tacky!

“I really hope you’ll like it!” Julie said to you.

“Like it? I love it Julie!” You replied, giving her a massive hug for her hard work.

Poppy ended up pitching in for you and Howdy’s costumes. She mainly stuck with masks with fancy embroidery, matched with simple yet elegant clothing.

Howdy looked absolutely stunning in his costume, and you felt absolutely amazing in yours, both of you were sure to give Poppy your appreciation.

Sally had the grand idea to come up with entertainment, which included some of Julie’s siblings to dance, and you to sing.

Sure enough, as the day turned to night, people started to come in from a town over ready to celebrate. Howdy wanted to talk to you beforehand, so you both stepped away from the crowds to have a conversation.

“I was thinking, and I think it would be best to make the engagement public.” He began.

“What? What about what happened months ago? What if he finds out?”

“But darling, you haven’t seen him for months… he could be gone.”

“We’re keeping it secret, I don’t want to risk it.”

“Why are you so afraid?” He asked stepping towards you.

You cowered downward in an act of defense. You took a deep breath and stood straight back again.

“Why is it now you’re arguing with me over this? We agreed to keeping it secret. Why change it now?”

“Because I want to let people know I love you, I want them to know I am somehow the luckiest man alive” he softened his voice and lightly touched your face.

You leaned away from his touch.

“I thought you would only follow through with something if it was what I wanted.”

“I want this. It’s always ended up being what you want in this relationship.”

“You told me you wouldn’t push me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with. You told me you wanted to keep me safe.” You stepped forward with every sentence, causing him to back off.

“…”

Tears began to burn in your eyes. You blinked to try to prevent yourself from crying.

“You know what… if you want to make it public, I don’t care. Put me at risk for him to find me again. It’s not like I care.”

You walked away, the tears finally falling.

#welcome home howdy #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #howdy x reader #welcome home au #welcome home phantom of the opera au #welcome home wally #welcome home arg

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slimedblr · 8 months

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guys tallahassee is literally THE slimariana album by the way.

"dysfunction in their relationship" thats slimariana.

like i cannot emphasize enough how i had like half of this album on my slimariana playlist in like may of last year and was like "wow all of these songs fit them so well! anyways" like to get the obligatory yes, no children is Their Song, out of the way but also so much more than that

i feel like even down to the progression of the album just Fits.

^ from game shows touch our lives

like, we open with the titular track and it's not quite a honeymoon phase but it's almost close because they're raising a child together and then they're married and they fight and it deteriorates and so do they. they're like magnets. they try so hard to push away from each other but they just Can't, so instead they fight.

^ from game shows touch our lives

as they get away from southwood plantation road their relationship takes a nose dive. they don't go home often. slime's house is literally blown up. only juanaflippa's room is intact.

^ from idylls of the king

they see cracks. their daughter dies. they go to court.

^ from no children

she dies again. she dies for good. they're made for each other. misclickers.

^ from international small arms trafficking blues

melancholy. eggxile. bittersweet reminiscence on their relationship, from a separated perspective. slime doesn't see mariana.

^ from old college try

^ from oceanographer's choice.

as the album ends, there isn't much left to do. the magnets push and pull. they're locked in with equilibrium and sealed together by grief. their daughter is dead. they hate each other. they love each other. they go months alone, one without the other.

but they always come back.

#qsmp #qsmp analysis #slimedblr #point is if you like slimariana listen to tallahassee by the mountain goats #slimeriana #i still think that's the fundamentally incorrect spelling of slimariana but i recognize that it is the more successful tag

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 2 years

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finally [jake 'hangman' seresin]

A/N:It has been a hot minute since I've written smut but Hangman was a good entry back into it! So hot and cocky. Let me know if you want a part three :D

Warning: 18+ Smut! Do not continue if you are under the age of 18. I will not be held responsible. Female & Male receiving oral

PLAYLIST: If you feel like listening to some music while reading, I wrote this to Could Have Been Me by the Struts & Can I Be Him by James Arthur (two very Hangman songs in my opinion).

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

PLOT: Part two of Come A Little Bit Closer which can be found here :)

“What about pizza in the shower?” you cracked, making him falter as he tried to key the door open.

“I think that can be arranged,” he smiled as the comfort of the AC met your damp skin. You sighed in relief and headed to the kitchen. Jake dropped your bags at the door and followed you, ready for an ice cold beer.

“What about…” you paused, turning to look at him and back up against the counter, “you, me, pizza in the shower?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow and that damn lazy smile. Jake nearly choked on his beer at your forwardness, the new found energy taking him by surprise.

“What?” he coughed, intense gaze back on you. You simply shrugged, leaning to pull the pizza box out of the fridge and onto the counter.

“No pressure or anything,” you said simply, grabbing a slice before heading toward the back bathroom with the glorious rainfall showerheads. Jake didn’t move until he heard the sound of the water turn on and his heart skipped a beat.

“Are you still delirious?” He turned down the hallway, following behind you.

Jake watched with hooded eyes just in time to see your fingertips discarding the sweaty black tee shirt from your body, the material landing like a welcome mat ahead of the wide open door to Jake’s spacious bathroom. He takes a deep breath and gulps down his beer, dragging himself down the hallway. Jake still didn’t believe your invitation, always having used the utmost caution when it came to you. To other women, Jake was admittedly a sleazeball and no stranger to one night stands. He lived in the comfort that women thought he was hot and that because of his reputation, they often didn’t expect much from him.

But you? He would stop the world for you, pray away every sinful thought about another woman and whisper sweet relief into your hips for the rest of his days if you let him. But you never had, always being the strong hand between your magnetic orbit when he could measure the length of your eyelashes from the proximity of your bodies. Before you could breathe him in and swallow his aura into the early hours of a hazy Sunday morning. You were the voice of circumstance, of honesty and very real fears.

Until now.

Jake reached the doorframe, one strong bicep leaning along the white wood as his dizzy green gaze found the bare flesh of your soft thighs and the curve of your tummy that he wished to get clearance to sink his teeth into. You turned fully to his frame, playful smirk etched on your face and crust of pizza hanging between your teeth. His skin felt like it was on fire as you leaned inside of the large standing shower to start the hot water. Steam quickly began to fog up the space and you grabbed the dough from your mouth, licking the crumbs off your bottom lip. Your foot swiftly kicked your panties in his direction and Jake nearly toppled over shifting his weight to catch the skimpy garment.

“See something you like, Seresin?” you winked, leaving your crust behind on the marble countertop before stepping toward your best friend, who just as you had, tried to hide his baited breath. “Or are you going to live up to your callsign Lieutenant?” Your fingertips just barely brushed along the zipper of his uniform before pulling away to move into the shower. His mind short circuited until he saw your figure disappear behind the clouded glass, gulping down the remainder of his beer to calm the high frequency that was shooting through his nerves. And then Jake was stripping down to his boxers and even through the barrier of the shower door, you could see the hard definition of his muscles.

He was a specimen, a privileged view you were gifted too many times to count due to beach trips and pool days. This time was different though, you reminded yourself as your wet back pressed against the tile of the shower wall and watched the door crack open with bated breath. Your fingertips shook lightly as you realized the reality of your bold moves but there was no going back, not that you wanted to.

Hangman’s concerned gaze and caring touches while taking care of you today were the only green light you needed to stop yourself from denying the natural progression of your relationship. The last thing on your mind when you were slipping into unconsciousness from the G loc had been Jake’s smile and the overwhelming call of your name on his lips as he tried helplessly to get you to come to.

When the door was ajar enough for his slim body to slide through, your eyes slid their way down his carved chest and his slender hips. He stepped under the water, blond locks darkening as he wiped his face and his eyes found yours once more. He was carved of marble and stone, he was strong and solid, a foundation you would protect with your life. And then Jake watched the doe-like expression on your face as you took in his girth, grinning when you swallowed audibly.

You noticed the cocky shift and tilted your head to the side as water droplets chased down your body. It was silent but electric, the pent up energy awaiting its release. “Are you sure?” he finally asked, his serious tone as contrast to the delicate buzz behind his green eyes. “I won’t do this if you have doubts,” Jake admitted as he clenched and unclenched his fists against his thick thighs. The motion being the only act that kept him from devouring you.

“Because, if we do this,” he began, slowly as his lashes collected tiny water droplets, his mouth glistening, “there’s no going back. There’s no one else. If we do this, it’s you and me. Do you understand that? I won’t be able to let you go.” His words whispered as a noise of assertion escaped his chest. It sent shivers up your spine and wetness spread between your legs.

You searched for the right words to say, words that would never be able to convey the way you wanted him to take you and make you his for the rest of time until everything stood still.

“Come make a mess of me then,” you finally sighed out, watching the way the phrase set him on fire. He pushed forward at the drop of the dime, grasping your cheeks between his palms and smashing his lips against yours. The pressure forcing you back against the cool tile as his mouth explored yours. You breathed each other in, teeth clashing and lips smacking as he pulled you flush against his body and underneath the steaming water. You moved against one another with a fervent pace, fingertips dragging along skin with a bruising pull. His mouth slotted perfectly against yours, his lips wet and hungry as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip and pulled away.

Your breath was ragged as you panted, chest rising and falling against his while you attempted to catch yourself. Your knees wobbled at the feeling of him consuming your senses, now sucking and nipping along your jawline, skimming your earlobe as he groaned.

“Y’know how long I’ve wanted this?” he slurred, his voice thick as his hands drifted down your waist and dipping over the curve of your ass. He squeezed with conviction before a hand drifted further to brush between your legs. He turned you in his hold, back flush to his chest as he brushed along your clit and your hips involuntarily stuttering against the rough heel of his palm. “How badly I’ve wanted to feel all of you under my fingertips and pull every noise out of that pouty mouth of yours?” one hand came up to lightly squeeze your cheeks. You whined, eyes falling shut at the feeling of him dragging along the sweet wetness that made him croon.

You lost your breath, glancing up only to see his searing gaze was already awaiting you - shifting intently to shift between your eyes as he teased your hole before pushing two fingers deep inside of you and setting a slow pace. “Jake,” you moaned, needy hands coming up to his forearms and squeezing for balance - a warm feeling spreading all over and settling like a low hum in your lower abdomen. He pushed against your tummy, swinging you so that your back landed against the slippery tile, one of his feet slotting between yours as they curled up on your tippy toes.

Moans and whimpers fell from your lips as he continued to pump in and out of you, watching you fall apart from just his fingers. You were a sopping mess from his touch, starting a fire that he honestly didn’t know if it would ever extinguish and the thought brought him to his knees below you. Wide eyes watched him as he latched onto your clit, lightly sucking as he looked up at you - like a golden retriever hoping they were pleasing their owner. His eyes begged for your release, begging to taste you and a loud cry brought a wide Cheshire grin to his still gobbling mouth. Sucking and licking the waves as they washed through you, heels aching as you tried to chase the feeling of his scruff against your inner thighs.

Jake wouldn’t stop until you were finally shoving at his damp forehead, making a loud chuckle escape him as the wet noise of his mouth smacking against you one last time caused another coil to twine in your belly. You looked so fucked out already and he cursed himself that he couldn’t take a picture of you to keep in his plane. Later, he thought as his hands warmly and affectionately rubbed against your sides.

He pecked your lips once, trailing to your nose and your forehead as your breath returned to a normal sigh. “Goddamn, you’re delicious darlin’,” he quipped as your forehead rested lightly against his hard chest. You took a moment to close your eyes and inhale his scent. A mint of his sea salt and mint body wash overwhelmed you and he watched as your quivering hand moved to turn off the water, leaving the two of you damp and dripping dry.

You looked up at him with a devious smirk, an innocent tweak of your lips painting over your face as you pushed him slightly. His back collided with the door, raised eyebrows staring back at you with surprise as it opened from the impact.

You stalked forward until both of your feet found comfort in the soft plush bath mat and his bum made contact with the countertop. Your eyes narrowed as he moved to grab for your pizza crust, ducking down quickly to press hot mouthed kisses along his chest and down his happy trail. He shuddered at the feeling, the crust falling on his exposed tongue as you nipped at his tanned thighs and licked his swollen head.

Hangman whimpered and you felt the rise of power and authority in your chest like never before. In all the time the two of you had known each other, Jake always took control. You let him most of the time, enjoying the feeling of not having to take care of anything for once. You loved that you didn’t have to make the plans or figure out where the two of you were going on your weekends off. The freedom of being given instructions is a welcome relief after calling shots in the air and making the hard choices.

But watching the cocky shit quaking for your touch, keening for your mouth on him had something bubbling up inside you. “Please,” he begged, hand coming up to stroke your cheek as you glanced up at him. You maintained eye contact as you fully took him in his mouth. He looked like an angel, tanned and eyes falling shut as his mouth fell open. Pizza fell back onto the counter as you began to bob against him, tongue dancing around his length. He was loud, curses rolling off his tongue like commands.

He tasted good and you enjoyed the feeling of him grazing the back of your throat. Saliva collected at your lips and dribbled down your chin as you continued to deepthroat him, wanting nothing more than to make him lose it as quickly as possible.

Your hand came up to wrap around him while you adjusted your position on your knees, the carpet deliciously burning your skin. “You like that baby?” you asked as you pumped him quickly and licked the pre-cum away. “You gonna cum for me Litenaunt?” Your mouth took him in again and he cried out, hips pushing forward to meet your mouth as he fucked himself to complete - chasing toward the overwhelming rush of pleasure that washed over him. He gasped as strings of his release pushed into your throat, making you hum with delight.

The sensation made him fall back against the counter, fingers fisting into the back of your head to hold you still while the sensitivity ran through him.

Pulling off of him with a pop, you licked his remains from your lips and giggled at his dazed off look. You smiled, totally smitten and grabbed your pizza crust from his side. You took a bite, chewing slowly as he watched your every move.

“So,” you began, already walking backward toward the door frame. “Which room do we want to ruin next, lover?” Jake grinned back, catching his breath just enough to rush forward and throw you over his shoulder to head to his bedroom. Your laughter and squeals echoed through the dark house as you lost yourself in each other, finally.

#top gun #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin smut #hangman imagine #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman smut

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jiminsass-istant · 3 months

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There’s a lot of assumptions here I don’t agree with. The west is embracing new jeans and they haven’t had physical promo like bts did. The reason why bts is not getting really embraced by the gp is cos the music they promote to the west is generic meaningless boy band music which is very unrelatable. And authenticity is a big thing in the west. If they gave Mots7 or any of their albums before that the level of promo dynamite or butter had, they would have gotten more of the gp appreciation.

Hybe is not just only promoting jk, but they were also hampering other members promo. Look at how lackadaisical they were with shipping jh, Jin & RM albums. How poorly they scheduled Face, the many issues we faced during Face era that jk never experienced. We had to tag them for basic things that a label should already know about. How they shaded jm in their own article and are several times refusing to acknowledge his no1. It goes beyond promoting one member and more into trying to stifle the rest to present an image the label has the power to make a pop star. And is probably also why they give this promo to songs the label premade and not the artist’s authentic music that the artists makes

Thanks for the ask, anon. I'll share my thoughts to your ask in parts: (and sorry for the long essay in advance, kindly read, i swear i get to a point lol)

Western GP (New Jeans vs BTS): Can I be very very honest? New Jeans music is extremely catchy and has that hyperpop element that western audiences eat up. With rise of artists like PinkPantheress, hyperpop is gaining even more popularity, and Y2K aesthetic is back. NewJeans are all that- the music and aesthetic both. I'm not sure what were their digital promo methods, but perhaps playlisting on streaming platforms? And the collab with Apple was very strategic too. Let's also not forget they have english chorus in their songs and went viral on tiktok. New Jeans are in top 5 kpop groups in tiktok. I cannot speak for NewJeans much, because I have only listened to their songs, and do not follow them.

Let's talk about OT7 songs promoted in the US first- as in Dynamite, Butter and PTD. Let's take Dynamite - a very well crafted product, basically a completely American song with American references and MJ inspired choreo. It was meant to catch western attention and did its job. But the problem was- it was a single, not an album and it didn't really showcase the range of their artistry. Yet it did the job of exponentially increasing the fanbase. It was pandemic time, people were in their rooms, with internet and Youtube. Those who were meant to find BTs, found them.

Could BTS have achieved long lasting attention with MOTS 7 promotion? Honestly, it's hard to say. BTS's music is not conventional. You will never hear a BTS song and think- 'oh! i've heard something similar', in fact, sometimes it is even difficult to comprehend what genre their songs are. A different language, a different genre, 7 different voices, with no two albums that sound similar, no viral tiktok songs. Do you know how difficult it is to crack the western market? It is a lot of information to feed. I will come back to the MOTS 7 issue later.

How does one build a fanbase for a band like BTS?

BTS's popularity and long lasting fanbase has always been formed by the story they sell. Bang PD, right from the start, wanted to show the world 7 authentic, real boys who wanted to share their original thoughts, happiness, feelings and struggles. Added to this, their underdog story. Yes, their struggles from older days are all real and valid, but knowing that story makes you relate to them. Because, aren't we all some type of underdog before we achieve something big? People have often been drawn to BTS via word of mouth, friends, 'i just wanted to know their names' and ending up watching the Taylor Guide, 'my wife took me to their concert and now all my friends love BTS', 'they taught me how to love myself' etc etc. BTS has always inducted fans who were searching for something in their lives, or are curious, or are 'willing to learn'. You cannot sit an American down and show them a BTS US interview and ask them to listen to the album and make them a forever fan. Do you know how people in the west don't watch an international film just because they refuse to read subtitles? The language barrier might be easy for armies to overlook because we are invested, but it's not easy to convince a monolingual westerner to start reading subtitles to get into an entirely different fandom.

To sum up my points above:

BTS sell their story and relatability and group dynamics, which is not possible just through basic promotion. One has to dive into BTS voluntarily and go through the plethora of content, one by one.

BTS songs are usually not tiktok viral for some reason, considering how big of an act they are. Barely any bts tracks have gone viral- BST remix, black swan instrumental (maybe), PTD dance challenge to name a few. I don't know the reason why because I have barely ever used tiktok. Because armies only interact with each other on that app and even then, they don't use bts songs as audio.

The pre-requisite is to be backed by a western label for radio, playlist, western ads etc. Because the US won't allow an outsider label to make money off their GP, simple. It just takes away the money that could have stayed with western labels.

Coming to individual member (JK) promoted in the US: I did mention in the post of mine you have linked- that Golden lacked depth. Quoting my own words directly - " While they paid attention to heavy promo, charts and playlisting for Golden, they failed to create a connection with the music- which seems highly non-personal and lacking in depth and has a non-interesting concept. The promo did do the work of making jk a common name, showcasing his talents and introducing him to the industry. But for a lasting impact, they have to create better stories with the music. Idc, army are acting too defensive when people are disappointed that he didn't write his songs. It's okay to not write, but the very least singers can do is connect to song meanings and relate to personal experiences during the promos."

And anon, you are right, to have a lasting impression in the west, one needs authenticity. Actually let me list down the non-compromisable parameters required for success in the US-

Affiliation to US based label/Connection to industry mammoths. (Give money to US/US based part of the company)

English song/ lots of english lyrics + recognizable genre

Character/ brand of the artist (which the audience calls 'authenticity', but is actually the 'brand' of the artist created by the label. People hear the artist's name and know what to expect. You hear Olivia Rodrigo and you know you will get teenage, angsty, heartbreak tracks.)

Last but not the least- tiktok push. (somehow extremely essential today)

Hybe gave JK 1,2 and 4 from above list. They tried to build up on his character, but it is incomplete and lacks depth. The character they have built for him is- Korean hearthrob who can sing and dance, inspired by Michael Jackson, the ONE member to look out from the massive band BTS (Justin Timberlake trajectory). They gave him catchy songs directed at het women, dressed him up in clothes fitting that image and made him perform live at TSX. Thanks to the massive ads and promo, people know him now. But unless he shows the true depth of his character and brand to the GP, a lot of people (non-army) won't look forward to his future works. And whether we like it or not, him not being being able to interact freely and share his thoughts in english in the interviews is still a drawback for him. (personally, i wish that was not true).

Even when some celebrities of colour get the limelight in US pop culture, it's because they are connected to the US. They emerge as this messiah for their 3rd world country, can speak english and work for US labels and production companies. The US gets to keep the money and awards, and also gets to flaunt 'diversity'. It has always worked like that when the west opened the doors for a POC.

MOTS 7 would not get GP acceptance without being backed by a US label. And would a US label ever accept a full Korean album with all Korean artists? Why would they invest in an artist of a foreign language? Can Bang PD's assistant call up US radio and get them to play Dionysus? No. But if Scooter does it, they will pay attention.

An English speaking artist can convey their feelings through words on a radio, but how will a Korean artist do that on the radio with no subtitles, to an audience who refuses to read subs in the first place? You know how the US GP reacted when Parasite movie won an Oscar, right?

Ever since 2017, BTS have tried for that hot 100, did everything they could, backed by their Korean company, tons of US interviews and what not. But at the end of the day, they had to compromise with meaning and depth and churn out an all english, MJ inspired, disco pop track which finally gave them their #1. I am not downplaying the significance of Dynamite, or saying that it's a bad song. But I simply mean that only a marked shift in genre and strategy gave them that #1.

Anon's words: "Hybe is not just only promoting jk, but they were also hampering other members promo."

You are absolutely right. The only properly done solo work was that of Yoongi I feel. He knows his priorities and influence on the company, and has always had a very strong connection to both inside and outside the company. I'm not sure if D-Day was mismanaged, though am sure some yoongi biased army will have things to point out. All the other members have faced mismanagement. Jimin the most, I feel. Even recently, there's a Weverse article where they wrote that "jhope led the contemporary dance with Jimin", in spring day. All respect to Jhope where he deserves because he is the dance leader indeed, but he did not lead the contemporary dance in spring day, as amazing as he is, respectfully.

Anon's words: "It goes beyond promoting one member and more into trying to stifle the rest to present an image the label has the power to make a pop star."

I felt the same thing. I share the same sentiment with you here. The way they downplayed Like Crazy's achievements was disappointing and hurtful. That day it became crystal clear to me that Bighit did NOT see that achievement coming. None of the member's releases was meant to make this much noise, not before their Scooter backed project. They grossly underestimated the extent army can go even for 1 member (arguably the 2 most popular members in US are Jimin and Jungkook). Honestly the type of promotions JK got would never be given to other members because the other members would NOT agree to singing english songs that have zero depth and zero connection to their own feelings. JK was willing to take up that offer because.. well it's his choice. It was a golden platter, why not take it up? His image is moldable, he can sing whatever he is given and has the talent to pull it off. No matter whom we bias, JK has been the center of almost all BTS songs, a non-replaceable voice. But at the end of the day, the reason he was the one member who Bighit wanted to stand-out from the group was, it was his consent and agreement to everything the company planned for him.

I do wonder what it would have been like if all members received that kind of promo with their own artistry. But the entire premise of them being backed by Scooter/US collapses because they refuse to sing songs written by Scooter's writers. So I also agree with anon when they said "And is probably also why they give this promo to songs the label premade and not the artist’s authentic music that the artists makes."

Instead, Hybe is focusing on the other kpop groups under them. It's like the 6 members were just given their own individual management teams to manage their solo works lol. At least, let's be glad that the 6 members are getting full creative freedom for their work. I just want their solo works to be better managed. And I hope their managers, and planners, especially those on Jimin's side have learnt their lesson and come up with a foolproof promo for their next projects. I don't expect anything from BangPD, that man has been showing a certain pattern I don't want to discuss. (solely because i refuse to think what goes on in his mind).

As fans, all we can do is support the solo works we feel connected to and support BTS as a whole in future OT7 projects.

#bts analysis #bts chapter 2

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daimyosprincess · 7 months

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For our lovely ex libris librarian and devilishly handsome professor Boba: Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

How often do they say “I love you”?

What songs remind you of their relationship?

How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

Ship ask game

Hehehe devilishly handsome is right because I'd sell my soul to him any day (as well as a bunch of other parts of my body, ANYWAYS)

This got long so the rest is under the cut 💖

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Miss ma'am is definitely the later sleeper lmao. She does not understand the point in getting up at the ass crack of dawn like her boyfriend but does appreciate that it means that she often gets breakfast in bed on the weekends (followed by dessert of course 😈)

Boba has always been an early riser by necessity and habit, but now he enjoys waking up early and enjoying the warm intimacy of his princess sleeping next to him. The way she seeks him out even in her sleep positively melts his heart 🥺

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Due to the fact that Boba doesn't feel as comfortable expressing his emotions verbally, library princess doesn't say it as often as she would normally because she doesn't want him to feel pressured to say it back. In tender moments or times Boba needs reassurance, however, she will whisper her love to him as many times as he needs to hear it.

Boba wishes he could more easily verbally tell his princess how much he loves her even though she tells him that the way he cares for her says it all for him. Also he'd rather die than admit it but he's tried practicing saying it in the mirror to get more comfortable doing it 😭

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

I really need to sort through my Ex Libris playlist and post it but for the dramatic angsty choice for how Boba feels, there's Angel by the Weeknd (don't @ me about the Weeknd I know I'm basic 🙈). But for the more upbeat, joyful way Boba makes his princess feel there's Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Lawd where do I even begin with this one sdfjsljflsk because there are so many ways 🥺

Boba shows his love rather than says it so the ways he communicates his love for his princess is endless: filling up her car's gas tank and adding air to her tires before she wakes up on the weekends, walking on the car/road side of the sidewalk, and watching her favorite show with her even though he has no idea what any of it means (and if were up to him, all her bills would be paid and she'd worry about nothing except being happy but he respects her desire to be independent).

Princess puts flowers in his home and office to brighten the space, reserves new research materials she thinks he would find interesting/useful, and forces him to slow down and take care of himself instead of pushing himself all the time (for example, enticing him into a hot bath after a long week by sauntering into his home study with nothing on but a smile).

Another very important way the two of them communicate their love is through their time in the bedroom. Exploring their BDSM relationship builds and reaffirms their trust and allows them to physically and verbally show their love for each other in new ways as they strive to make each other feel amazing. It also allows them to be their most vulnerable selves in a safe and loving environment.

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Boba can cook but he's used to being more utilitarian with his meals while princess is all about saucing it up to make a meal fun. She likes to cook and enjoys making them a home-cooked meal on the weekends (not in the least because it drives Boba wild to see her all domestic in the kitchen 🤭)

Boba is not all practicality when it comes to meals, though. He makes a killer breakfast because quote "breakfast is important 😏" (iykyk hehe) and because it's another way he can spoil his beloved.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

They haven't seriously talked about it yet in their relationship as far as the Ex Libris story itself goes, but neither of them are opposed to children one way or another but hoo boy does that breeding kink jump out of Boba sometimes sksksksksk

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#thank you so much for these asks bestie they were so much fun 💖#i literally just love them so much 😭🥹#ex libris fic #ask game #ask

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Overwhelmed (Part 2)

Darkiplier x autistic!gn!reader

Part 1 Here

Requested by @thecosmosstuff:

“I was wondering if you could do a longer Darkiplier X autistic!reader? Either enother overstimulation prompt or one where reader is like super excited and talking about their special interest super excitedly”

Okay so I know you wanted like a focus on the autistic reader but uhmmmm I got carried away 👀

Warnings: explicit descriptions of being overwhelmed/getting sensory overload, swearing, so much god damn fluff

Word Count: 899

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The party was Wilford’s idea, of course. Was it in celebration of anything? Well, his answers kept changing. You asked one day and he replied saying it was a birthday party. The next day, when Dark asked, he said it was to liven up the mansion. The Host got yet another answer. In the end, you all seemed to agree that perhaps Wil just needed the stimulation.

It took a week to plan, when all was said and done. Drinks and food were planned, music was added to a playlist to be blasted loudly throughout the night from some very new, very expensive speakers the gun-toting host had most definitely stolen. Dark had glared the entire time they were being set up. You were sure he contemplated messing with the ladder Wilf propped himself up on.

But, and the shattered entity hated to admit it, Wilford was right.

The night of the party rolled around and spirits were higher than they had been in months. Drinks were flowing (both alcoholic and otherwise), egos were eagerly adding more songs to the playlist, and various party games had been pulled out from who knows where. Yancy played against the Jims in Just Dance. Illinois and Bim took turns throwing ping pong balls into red cups filled with various, vile substances. Yandere also busied himself gathering a crowd of egos willing enough to play spin the bottle truth or dare with him.

Everyone seemed to be having fun. Even you had gone out with thick headphones covering your ears to protect from the loud sounds to mingle. But something felt… off. An itch in the back of Dark’s mind. He thought perhaps it was just the culmination of souls within him. They often enjoyed piping up at the worst of times. Tonight, however, they were quiet…

The longer he stood in the corner, scanning the party goers enjoying their time, the more uncomfortable he felt. His skin itched. It wasn’t normal. It felt like the itch was coming from just under his skin. It was like the music, the light, the talking was digging into him.

His corner, without him even realizing it, had become monochrome. Red glitches flickered off of him as he clenched his fists, trying to ignore everything affecting him. His head would jerk to the side, cracking his neck almost violently, and push his aura further out into the party.

Dark eyes immediately locked on to you. When had you appeared in front of him? How long had his eyes been unfocused?

Your mouth moved. You were speaking, he realized. Only, he couldn’t hear a damn thing you were saying. It wasn’t because of the music. Your words reached his ears, he just couldn’t fucking translate them.

Perhaps you noticed this. You very carefully grabbed the sleeve of his suit jacket. He watched, lost and confused as a child, as you tugged him away from his corner. He followed for a step or two, but when the sounds got louder, he bristled and stopped.

You tugged gently on his sleeve again. He stayed firm. It wasn’t until you gave him one of your soft, reassuring smiles that he began to follow once more. Egos parting for him like the Red Sea didn’t even catch his attention.

It was perhaps a couple of minutes before you had pulled him into the hallway. Minutes longer still until you dragged him up the stairs, step by step, and into his office, but it felt as if hours had passed with each second surrounded by that noise.

You let go of his sleeve, his arm falling limply to his side, and took off your headphones. They were abandoned on a side table, or a chair. He couldn’t focus on anything other than you. When you stepped back toward the couch, he was following, if by pure instinct alone. You pressed down on his shoulders so carefully, getting him to sit down on his sofa. His eyes were still dark, but they no longer held that deep, lost look within them. Instead, they stared up at you with a sort of awe.

You moved slowly, watching his reactions for any sign that you weren’t allowed to touch him. Feeling no objections, you slowly ran your fingers through his hair. He relaxed instantly under your fingers. His dark eyes fluttered shut. A soft sigh of relief at the silence he had only just noticed. Pulled by an invisible force, his head fell to rest against your stomach.

At some point, you sat down on the couch with him. He laid down so his head rested on your chest, and you continued to run your fingers through his hair. His aura contained itself within his chest once more. The fragments of red disappeared long before the monochrome faded. And for once, the ringing that followed him everywhere was gone.

Neither of you spoke; there was no need to. Dark opened his mouth once to thank you, but you placed a finger over his lips and silenced the words before they even fully formed.

He would undoubtedly repay you later, in some way or another. He had a way of showing his gratitude through actions and gifts. If that meant making your favorite food, or dancing with you late into the night to one of his old records? He would be more than willing to do so.

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