#look at how he goes for the mic twice
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Looking for attention
C.S 🔞
“Chriiiiiissssss..” I whine out for the third time, sitting up by his headboard while he’s sat at his desk, eyes glued to the monitor before him as his fingers click away on his keyboard and the occasional curse leaves his lips when he gets knocked in fortnite. He’d been sitting in that same position for hours, clearly enjoying his time as he laughed away with his friends over his headset and continued to disregard my huffs of protest.
I pout a bit, standing and making my way towards his chair to sit on his lap..which he accepts. Not sparing me a glance as he wraps his arm around my waist to continue clicking at his keyboard unbothered.
I’m facing him, taking in the concentrated look on his face. His furrowed brows and narrowed eyes making him look all the more sexier than he usually does, making me want him more than I already did for the past hour. I bite at my lower lip subconsciously, now situating myself to straddle his right thigh as i place my hands on his chest.
“Chris, mute it for a sec.” I say. Despite him not sparing a glance, he reaches his hand up to his headset and presses down on the button beside it, ensuring his friends won’t hear our conversation before his eyes finally lift up to meet mine. His expression is a bit blank but i notice his eyes are fogging with clouds of lust from the feeling of my core against his knee. My hands roam his chest before landing at his shoulders, using them as leverage when i sit further up his lap. Now straddling his upper thigh close to his bulge.
“Please baby, you’ve been playing all day. Can I play with you a bit?” I mumble, leaning down to leave soft kisses against his neck and exposed collarbones from his black tank top. My hands squeezing his shoulders before raking my nails down his arms softly, making him shiver a bit in his seat. He looks at me, and then his monitor.
“Y/n, wait until this game is over. For real.” I whine again against his neck, having already heard that excuse twice in the last 30 minutes.
“But I want you so badly, please.” My hips begin to rock back and fourth slowly against his thigh, slightly moaning out at the hint of relief between the heat of my legs. Chris’ body tenses up slightly, beginning to feel the blood rush to his cock when his neck heats up. I smirk against the skin when I feel how burning hot his neck had become and i bite down on the skin, sucking harshly and leaving my mark. Chris grunts before shaking his head,
“If you wanna get off on my leg like a stupid dog instead of waiting 10 minutes, you do that. But don’t make a fucking sound. Got it?” He says simply, not giving me a chance to respond before he’s unmuting his mic and returning to clicking away. I nod in agreement to myself, a blush creeping up my face at his degrading words before I began biting down on more of his skin to silence any sounds i might make when i grind down onto him harder, my hips finding a solid rhythm against him and my noises threatening to spill out when the material of his jeans swipes against the thin material of my shorts covering my clit repeatedly. I breath out shakily and continue my actions, building up a faster and needier pace as i grip onto his shoulders harder.
“Fuck!” Chris shouts, doing an awful good job at distracting himself from the position i’m in when his character gets sniped in the head. The sudden jolt of his body from the reaction causing a whimper to fall past my lips due to the feeling of his thigh pressing harder against my clit. Chris is now painfully aware of my presence when the match ends, fully taking in the feeling of my wet core grinding onto his lap and my needy hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life. The shouting and huffing from his friends on the mic goes unheard by him, suddenly falling deaf against any noises that weren’t coming from my own lips. His gaze is locked onto my face, taking in my pinched shut eyes and my mouth falling open while my eyebrows furrowed, now rutting against him and chasing my high that’s burning through my stomach. Chris doesn’t even realize his hand is reaching to mute his mic and pull the headset off his head until my noises become louder and clearer due to his ears now being uncovered. He sits still, slightly flexing his thigh and watching. His own expression slowly but surely scrunching into one of pleasure that mirrors my own just by watching me use him to get off. His mouth is slightly agape and he carries that same concentrated expression, except now he’s only focused on watching my orgasm wash over me. I’m taken aback slightly as a gasp leaves my lips when he reaches his hands around my back, rubbing it and finding my hips with his fingers before he grips them and guides my pussy over his now hard cock. Controlling my movements by rocking my hips against his dick and bucking his hips up slightly. Now feeling as desperate as I was,
“You having fun? Huh? Using me to make yourself cum like a dirty lil whore?” He breathes into my ear, practically trying to fuck me through our layers of clothes from how harsh his grip is now, rutting his hips upward and constantly stimulating my clit with the rough material clinging to him.
I nod my head as I squeeze my eyes shut harder, almost forgetting to breathe as I feel my orgasm on the tip of my tongue. Tingles running through my spine and up my neck from now turned on i am. My body is pressed directly against his and there’s something about the extra fabrics between us that makes grinding onto him feel all the more pleasurable. I throw my head back and let out unapologetic whines, feeling my orgasm crash over me and soak through my panties onto his clothed lap. My hands finding the back of his neck to pull his lips against mine roughly, silencing my moans by shoving them down his throat while i ride out my high. Chris moans himself, being so turned on by the entire experience as he shoves his tongue into my mouth, letting it roam every inch and suck harshly onto my tongue to swallow every noise i make. His hips are still rutting against mine desperately, his grunts echoing through my brain as our lips touch and we breathe in each others face. So caught up in the pleasure and drowning in each others satisfying expressions.
I pull back, running my hands down his chest again and leaning to palm my hand over his clothed crotch, pouting at how hard he is while he continues to try and rub me against him further.
Before i could dip my hand into his pants, his hands are under my ass, lifting me swiftly as he stands to his feet. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, holding onto him tighter at his sudden movements. He moved toward his bed, laying me down against it and kissing me roughly while he continues grinding himself against me from the edge of his bed, taking advantage of my legs being spread out around his body. His hands are hungrily roaming my entire body, gripping at the flesh and moving down to bite at my skin as lust takes over his senses.
“You’ve got my attention now, i’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll wish we never started.”
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo triplets smut#chris sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets x reader#chris sturniolo x reader
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found footage
Grainy film, static-y audio. There's a date at top right, and the screen is black, then a blurry motion reveals Steve Harrington standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner. He's focused, his hair is pulled back from his face with mismatched hair clips, there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead. The camera zooms in, in, in, until we're almost uncomfortably close. There's a little frown between Steve's eyebrows, just a small crease really. A voice asks "what you up to, big boy?"
Steve's eyes dart up, beyond the camera, then straight at it.
"Are you wasting another tape over me cooking?"
"It's never a waste, I like having a record of how you spoil me."
"Turn it off, Eddie," Steve says, turns away from the camera. There's unintelligible mumbling, a snicker.
The image changes.
Steve is writing carefully, handwriting coming out perfectly round, he dots his Is and crosses his Ts with utmost respect.
"Watcha doing?" Eddie asks, out of shot. He sounds like he already knows.
"I'm writing a thank you card," Steve answers distractedly.
"What for?"
"You know what for."
"Tell me again," Eddie insists, and the camera goes crooked, the angle is all wrong, following a foot tapping a shin below the desk.
"I'm thanking Joyce and Hopper," Steve says, defeated. The camera rights itself, and the light streaming in from the kitchen window to their left causes dust particles to dance on the screen, glares up Steve's impatient face.
"Why are you thanking Joyce and Hopper?" Eddie asks, and his smile can be heard in his voice, even though he's still behind the camera.
"I'm thanking them for co-signing our lease," Steve says, and finally smiles like he can't help it. "We're getting a bigger place next week."
"Damn right we are, baby," Eddie says, and the camera is turned to the side, filming out the window where a breeze is causing trees to sway gently. The mic pics up a loud smack, laughter. The camera is set down on the table, films the kitchen wall only.
"You're gonna use up the tape, Eds," Steve can be heard saying, right before the footage stops.
The camera pans over Eddie's body, from his shoes to his frizzy hair. He's sitting down, holding his guitar with usual nerves. He plucks sound out of her, and it comes off uneven.
"Turn that off," he says, looking only at his own fingers moving over the frets.
"No, play it again."
"Turn it off, and I will."
"Play it again and I'll turn it off."
Eddie sighs. Rolls his eyes, and then plasters on a large smile.
"Hey future Steve, you're in for a treat. Present you is forcing me to propose twice, just so he gets it on tape."
The camera is set down, not too carefully, and Eddie is not quite as centered anymore, his hand holding up the guitar's neck is fully off shot. Steve shows up on the footage, covers any view of Eddie.
He places both hands on each side of Eddie's face, kisses him. Not that the camera catches much of it except for the smacking of lips, telltale sighs.
"I already said yes," Steve says, the camera's shitty mic barely catches it. "Just sing it again, please?"
Eddie is nodding when Steve disappears behind the camera, the shot centered again.
He sings something he wrote himself. There's soft sniffling from behind the camera, betraying Steve's emotions. Eddie's eyes never move to the camera, always focused on some point behind it.
The last thing that can be heard is Steve's strangled "I love you," before the image goes dark.
#steddie#steve and eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#idk what this is apparently i wrote it march 12th 2023 and its been gathering dust#in my drafts#so here yall go#fluff
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checking it twice
prompt: open mic night (@steddieholidaydrabbles)
rating: t
word count: 666 words 😱
tags: coffee shop au, modern setting, established relationship
hi friends! i've been hard at work on what i've been affectionately thinking of as a fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!
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Steve feels his cheeks go pink and start to thaw out as he steps from the chill of outside into the warmth of the shop, ice crystals melting in his hair and making it go damp, wilting a little where it falls into his eyes. He pulls his gloves off and shoves them in his pockets, shaking his hands out to warm them.
Max looks up from her phone at her usual place behind the register, curled up on a stool with a knee pulled to her chest. When she catches sight of him, she rolls her eyes, tilting her head back to shout in the general direction of the kitchen,
“Hey asshole. Your little friend’s here.”
Steve resists the urge to laugh as he takes a step toward the counter.
“You know, I don’t think you really know who you’re messing with,” he tells her. “I’m actually very scary and intimidating.”
She raises her eyebrows. “That so?”
Steve nods. He shrugs out of his coat and drapes it over his arm. She squints at him, and he matches her stare.
“Ask anyone,” he says. “You want a mean girl, I’m your guy.”
She watches him for a moment, then snorts as she lets her feet drop to the floor. She pockets her phone and starts in the direction of the back room.
“I’ll let him know you’re here,” she says over her shoulder without looking back.
From her, that’s practically a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Steve smiles to himself, tucking his nose down into the high collar of his sweater as he takes a look around the room, bustling and busy as they get set up for the week’s open mic.
Eddie emerges a moment later, hair a little frizzed out from the heat of the kitchen, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, cheeks flushed and happy. Steve feels the smile on his face growing warmer as their eyes catch, and he tries to ignore the flurry of butterflies that kick up in his stomach.
“Hi,” he says, and – fuck. It’s only been a couple months, hasn’t it? How is he already –
“Hey,” Eddie says. His smile matches Steve’s as he comes around the counter, slinging a dish towel over his shoulder as he goes. He catches Steve around the waist. “You look nice tonight.”
Steve laughs. “Thanks,” he says, feeling the flush creep up his cheeks. “I worked from home today, so –”
“No monkey suit,” Eddie says. his eyes widen teasingly. “No buttoned up suit and tie.”
Steve smiles. “Something like that.”
“Good,” he says. “I like you a little casual.”
“I know.” He tilts his head to the side, letting Eddie tug him forward into a kiss. “You like me every way though.”
Eddie hums. “We’ll see.”
“Oh yeah?”
And Eddie nods, swaying him back and forth to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.
“What if you showed up in a clown suit?” he asks very seriously. “I’m not sure I’d be so into that.”
Steve lets out a little laugh. “Now I feel like I have to go get a clown suit just to test the theory.”
“Listen,” Eddie says. He holds up his hands. “I’m up to try anything once. If anyone could make it work, it would be you.”
And that definitely makes Steve flush, which is just – he can’t believe he’s blushing over Eddie telling him he’d look good in a clown suit…? What is that even –
“You ready for open mic?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows. He gives a little shimmy. “Going to surprise us all with your acoustic skills?”
Steve snorts. “Yeah, Drops of Jupiter,” he says. “Really wowed my college girlfriend.”
Eddie’s eyes flash. “Can’t tell if you’re joking or not. Kind of hot either way.”
“Hotter than a clown costume?” Steve asks, raising his eyebrows.
Eddie laughs, face breaking into a ridiculous grin.
“Guess we’ll just have to try out both and see.”
[also on ao3]
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stung by the wasp
Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Violet)
Content Warning/Tags: ⚠️ 18+MDNI!! male masturbation, male sexual fantasy, soft dom!OFC, light sub Jolly, fingering, finger riding, female masturbation, teasing, cum eating, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie.
Word Count: 5.3k
Tag List: @concretenoah @deathblacksmoke @darksigns-exe @ladyveronikawrites @malice-ov-mercy @to-be-written @sitkowski @foliosriot @collective-heartbreak @cookiesupplier @cind6547 @meekahy @lacktoesandtoddlerants @jilliemiw86 @sammyjoeee @blackveilomens @thisbicc @collapsedglasshouses @sacredthefran @anameunmusical @alastriaa @sprokat @bruisedleftknee @0fth34byss @unicornfairytail @catharsis-in-darkness @agravemisstake
Author’s Note: this is part 2 to the way you bend the way you break. thank you to @deathblacksmoke for beta’ing this 🤍
So come to me
No sense of restraint
It’s in Jolly’s favor that he knows the music so well. He has played their songs so many times he doesn’t even have to think about what he’s doing, he works strictly on muscle memory.
It’s in Jolly’s favor, because his mind is in a million places, but this show is not one of them.
He’s too busy thinking about her thighs wrapped around his head while he laps at her pussy. The movements and noises she makes when he inserts a finger inside her. How soft and plush her breasts feel in his hand. How being inside of her made him feral in a way he’s never felt with anyone before.
They had only had sex twice, once the night she came over and again the next morning. Jolly hadn’t seen her or barely heard from her in the ten days since she left, but she was all he could think about. He was beginning to feel like he dreamt it.
The metronome in his ear clicks and brings him back to reality for a moment. He opens his eyes and surveys the stage. He watches Nicholas screaming into his mic on the other end. He suddenly realizes what song they're on and that he’s supposed to be screaming along with him.
Shit.
Nicholas backs away from his mic and stares at him pointedly. Jolly gives the bassist an apologetic look in return and he rolls his eyes playfully, a soft smile on his lips. Nicholas can never stay mad at him for too long.
The rest of the show goes by smoothly with no issues. The embarrassment from his little mishap helped him focus but as the show continued his mind drifted back to Violet. By the time the show ended he was ripping his gear off and storming off the stage.
Jolly hears Noah and Matt call after him but he ignores them. He’s hot, dizzy, and needs to find somewhere to be alone before he loses it. The green room wasn’t an option so he stalks further backstage looking for an empty room. He finds a bathroom at the far end of the hallway and decides it will do.
He slams the door behind him and locks it, pacing the room. He threads his fingers together and places them on top of his head, breathing deeply and trying to will his thoughts away. No matter how hard he tries, they go straight back to her. It was like his mind was stuck on a loop and the only thing that would play is her.
Jolly shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. This was Violet. His best friend. She trusted him to give her what she needed and that was it. It wasn’t supposed to go any further than that. Something snapped in him that night. Now, he’s become this disgusting fiend desperate to have her again.
He strikes the door with the palm of his hand, frustrated, and leans against it. Deep breathing wasn’t working, trying to redirect his thoughts wasn’t working. The throbbing in his pants wasn’t going away and he couldn’t walk back out there in this state.
Jolly closes his eyes and his mind drifts again, back to her naked in his bed. The beautiful way she quivered when he made her cum. How sweet she tasted. She looked so gorgeous with her makeup completely ruined and running down her face. Her voice crying out for him has haunted him in his sleep since she left.
He would much prefer the soft skin of her hand than the rough calloused surface of his own, but he’s not in a position to complain. It’s still a mind blowing sensation when he spits in his hand and coats his cock, dragging the pre-cum from his slit down as well.
Jolly attempts to move slowly, limiting the noise so as not to give himself away but his thoughts betray him as he hears Violet’s voice in the back of his mind.
I need to feel you, daddy.
Jolly rests his head right below his arm, the only thing that was keeping him upright at this point. The cool metal of the door was no match for the heat radiating off of his skin. Beads of sweat form between his brows and drop from his face as he furrows them.
He bites back the moans that threaten to spill from him. He can’t risk anyone on the other side hearing. Fist moving rapidly over his aching cock, he chokes out her name as his orgasm crashes into him.
He cleans himself up and stuffs himself back into his pants. He stares at himself in the mirror, shame and disgust settling in.
“Oh, my flower. What have you done to me?”
“You want to talk about what happened out there?” Jolly hears Nicholas’ voice through the curtain of his bunk. He was considerate enough not to just fling it open, at least. None of the other guys would have given him that courtesy.
Jolly stares at the top of his bunk in silence, hoping Nicholas will think he’s not there. When he knocks on the paneling Jolly realizes he’s not getting out of this. He slides the curtain open in a huff to see Nicholas smiling at him. Jolly’s face softens at the younger man. It was hard to be in a bad mood around him.
“I’m sorry about that. I got distracted by something in the crowd. Won’t happen again.”
Nicholas narrows his eyes. Jolly knew better than to lie to him.
“We‘ve had fights, medical emergencies, people showing tits and ass in the crowd and you’ve never been that distracted before.” He takes a seat on the bunk opposite Jolly. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”
Jolly lays back against his pillow pinching the bridge of his nose. Guess he has to tell him sooner or later.
“Violet and I had sex a couple of weeks ago.”
There’s no immediate response from Nicholas so Jolly lifts his head to look at him. If he is shocked, disappointed, or confused he doesn’t show it. He just stares back at Jolly with the same content look on his face.
“Go on.” Nicholas finally says.
“She came over to my place and asked if we could.. you know. So we did. It was just supposed to be for stress relief but I can’t get her out of my head, man.”
“Have you seen her since then? Talked to her?”
Jolly shakes his head. “I haven’t seen her and we’ve only texted a few times.”
“Maybe you should call her.”
The older man scoffs, looking at his friend incredulously.
“And say what? ‘Hey, Vi. I know we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks but I can’t get you off my mind, wanna fuck?’ No way.”
“Or.. “ Nicholas begins. “You could invite her to the party we’re throwing on Friday when we get back into town. You can talk to her then. It’s a casual environment so it won’t be as weird for the two of you.”
Jolly stares at Nicholas for a moment and then returns his attention to an uninteresting spot on the bunk above him.
“That’s not a bad idea.” He mumbles quietly.
Jolly can see the grin on Nicholas' face from his peripheral vision and he’s already annoyed. It’s contagious, however, and he finds himself smiling despite himself.
Nicholas gets up, nudging his leg with his knee.
“You need to get laid, dude. You’re grumpier than usual and if you fuck up on stage again Matt might kill you.”
Jolly laughs, rolling his eyes.
“I’m not afraid of Matt.”
“YOU SHOULD BE!” Matt’s voice booms from the front of the bus. Jolly and Nicholas trade glances and laugh. He decides then that he’ll call Violet tomorrow.
Jolly picks at a stray piece of wicker that had broken loose from the chair he’s sitting on. He’s kept his eye on her through the patio door all night, willing her to walk outside. She arrived two hours ago. They exchanged waves when she spotted him, a sweet smile on her face that made his knees buckle a little.
He hoped she would join everyone outside but she got caught up in conversation with someone he didn’t recognize. As she was finally making her way out the door, Folio caught her and dragged her back inside. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, chugging the rest of his beer.
Jolly glances over at her again, this time she’s glaring at him with a look that screams “get me out of here.” He heads into the house, deciding it was time for another beer anyways.
“Folio, my good man.” Jolly says loudly as soon as he spots them, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Would you mind terribly if I stole Violet from you?”
Folio shook his head and smiled. “Not at all. I’m probably boring her to death anyways.”
“You could never, my dear.” Violet responds, placing a kiss on his cheek, making him blush. “Thank you for educating me on.. what was it again?”
“Overfishing!” Folio answers. “It’s devastating to the marine ecosystem and their food chain!”
“That’s it. Thank you, Folio. Jolly, are you ready?”
“Absolutely.” Jolly says, giving Violet his arm. She takes it and waves to Folio as they retreat to the next room.
“Oh my God, thank you.” She whispers, clinging to his arm. “I love him to death but if I had to hear one more fact about fish I was going to rip my hair out.”
Jolly laughs at her. “He’s very enthusiastic about his hobbies. He means well.”
Violet claps her hand over her forehead. “I feel like a total asshole.”
Jolly turns to look for his friend who was currently standing in between the legs of another woman that was perched on the counter top. She was playing with his hair as he spoke and from his hand gestures, he was still talking about fishing. Jolly smirks and points.
“I think he’s doing okay.”
Violet looks over and laughs.
“We’ve been gone for five seconds!”
Jolly throws his head back in laughter. “He works fast, I’ll give him that.”
“So you wanted to talk to me?” Violet asks out of the blue. The question is so abrupt it throws Jolly off guard and he forgets for a moment that he invited her to the party for a reason. He nods quickly, looking down at her. She touches his arm and his skin ignites. This is going to be more difficult than he thought.
“Is there somewhere else that we can go? Somewhere more private?”
Jolly ushers her in the room, closing the door behind them. The only light on was the LEDs around the bed. He knew this wasn’t a good idea but all of the other rooms were occupied.
Violet plops into the plush gaming chair while Jolly sits on the bed opposite her. She playfully swings the chair around and giggles. If he didn’t know her personality as well as he did, he might assume she had too much to drink. She catches him watching her and her cheeks turn a bright pink.
“So.” She murmurs, scooting to the edge of the chair. Jolly purposely ignores the way her skirt rides up her thighs as she moves, but something catches his eye. Against his better judgment he glances down and spots it. A black leather garter with a silver metal heart in the middle.
“What did you want to talk about?” Her voice breaks through the filthy thoughts in his mind. Violet runs her hand over the garter and he has to pull himself together enough to form a response.
“I just uh.. wanted to-” He slowly drags out the last word when she spreads her legs a little, lifting one to cross it over the other but she hesitates briefly. In that split second Jolly sees the damp spot that has formed on her underwear. It disappears immediately as she crosses her legs but the damage has been done.
Any chance Jolly has of forming a coherent sentence now is completely gone. It was taxing enough for his short circuiting brain to close his mouth that was hanging open. All she did was adjust her position in her chair and he was panting and salivating like some kind of rabid dog.
Violet giggles softly, her fingers tracing the heart shaped charm on her garter.
“That’s what I figured. I missed you too, daddy.”
If his legs hadn’t been turned to jelly by her comment then he would have snatched her out of the chair and shown her how badly he missed her. However, the situation being what it was, Jolly just sits there, his fists balling up the fabric of his jeans.
Violet stands up and saunters over, placing both hands on his shoulders. He looks up at her as she rubs her thumb against his jawline. Her gaze softens the longer their eyes meet.
“Is this what you want?” She whispers.
“Yes. Please.” Jolly responds. At this point, he doesn’t care if he sounds desperate. He wants, no— he needs her.
Violet climbs on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jolly has no idea what to do with his hands, a feeling he hasn’t had since he was a teenager. He struggles with his choice and evidently it’s obvious as she laughs and places his hands on her waist.
“This is not the same Jolly from the other night.” She says as she threads a hand through his hair. Jolly heaves a pleasant sigh and leans into her touch. He has been nervous to touch her all night but now that she was close to him again all of the nerves vanished.
“I’m not always so dominant, you know.” He replies, squeezing her waist. She squirms a little and he’s grateful that she’s not sitting directly on his crotch otherwise he’d render that statement useless.
“So my Jolly is a switch, huh?” A smirk plays across her lips and Jolly has to pretend that it doesn’t make his heart race hearing her call him hers.
“Something like that.” His eyes flicker from hers to her lips, and she licks them, earning her another squeeze. She scoots further into his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against the hardening cock in his jeans.
Her skirt moves up her thighs and Jolly, suddenly feeling a bit more confident, drags his hands down to dig into the flesh. The action isn’t necessarily an encouragement to move, but if she takes it as such he won’t complain.
She doesn’t move, however, but she lifts herself off of him ever so slightly. Grabbing his hand from her thigh she pushes it between her legs guiding his fingers over the dampened fabric of her panties.
Jolly’s breath gets caught in his throat, his head swimming as she uses his fingers to push her panties aside. Between her gasps when she guides him over her clit and how wet she is already, Jolly is fairly certain he could cum untouched.
Violet tilts her head back, enjoying herself as she uses his hand for her pleasure. He watches her, wide eyed, desperate to kiss her or touch her somewhere. He doesn’t dare to interrupt the show. This was all he’d thought about for nearly two weeks.
Violet looks back at Jolly, her eyes glazed over in lust. Jolly imagines his eyes are much similar. She pulls him in, kissing him hard and desperately. She rises again and pushes two fingers inside of her, gasping at the stretch.
She rotates her hips, clenching around Jolly’s fingers. She takes his face in her hand, biting his lip as she begins to ride him. It takes her some time to come up with the words in between pants but she finally manages.
“Let me fuck myself on your fingers and then you can fill me up, okay?”
Jolly’s mouth goes dry and he nods, knowing that if the roles were reversed he would not accept that as an answer. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Violet as she grabs his chin firmly.
“I need your words, sweet boy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chokes out, and as soon as the words leave his mouth she clenches around his fingers so tight he’s positive that she’s cut off the circulation in his hand. It’s almost painful but there’s no way in hell he is going to stop her.
Jolly can’t decide what he wants to concentrate on more, her face or where they’re connected. He pushes her skirt up her waist further so he can get a better view. The sight of her bouncing on his fingers, and her slick coating his entire hand has him licking his lips and dying for a taste.
“My flower, please… Can I taste you?” Jolly begs.
“You can lick me from your fingers when I’m done. Now are you going to make me cum, or not?”
Jolly places his hand at the middle of her back, leaning her backward so he can have more room to work. Violet maintains her movements as he meets them, pressing the palm of his hand into her clit. She throws her head back, uttering the cries that Jolly’s been desperate to hear for so long. He curls his fingers inside of her and her movements slow, the spot he’s massaging wiping out every thought in her mind.
Jolly curls his hand around her neck, tilting her head forward to face him. Her eyes bore into his, glazed over with pleasure, as she attaches her forehead to his.
“Keep going, pretty girl. Doing so good for me.”
Violet keens at his praise while she clings to him, grinding her hips against his fingers. With the increased pressure against her sweet spot her orgasm collides into her with such force she seizes in Jolly’s lap, mouth agape but no sound comes out.
Jolly removes his fingers when she grabs at his wrist. He wastes no time shoving them between his lips, moaning at the delectable taste of her. She watches as he sucks her release from his digits, already missing them inside her.
The noises he makes cleaning his fingers are downright obscene. Once he’s certain every crevice of them have been cleaned, he moves to his palm and then down his wrist. Jolly sees her staring wide eyed, biting her lip. He smirks at her, running his tongue up his arm to catch a rogue drop that had fallen.
“Don’t wanna waste a single drop of my flower’s
sweet nectar.”
Violet whines and grinds against the bulge in Jolly’s pants. He groans, guiding her over his lap with a death grip on her. She leans his head back for better access to his neck, sucking bruises into his flesh. She roughly tries to remove his belt buckle but struggles.
“Easy, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.” Jolly chuckles, helping her remove his belt and pants. She pulls his boxers off and climbs back in his lap, his shirt quickly removed and discarded behind her.
“I’ve waited just as long as you have for this, Joakim.” She says, grabbing his cock. Between the grip she has on him and his full first name falling from her lips, Jolly’s resolve was dwindling quickly.
“Are you going to take your clothes off or am I going to have to do it for you?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.
Violet squeezes his cock, eliciting a low groan from him. She smirks, pumping him so painfully slow it’s almost torturous.
“I think you’re forgetting who is in charge this time, love. It seems that I recall when I got mouthy you threatened to leave me to fend for myself.” She drags the pad of her thumb over his slit and he hisses. “You don’t want me to do that now, do you?”
The noise that escapes Jolly is pathetic as he wildly shakes his head. Violet raises her eyebrows in anticipation. He knows she’s waiting for a response but all he can think about is how she’s pressing on the tip of his cock with her thumb.
“I’m waiting.” She sings.
“No-No ma’am. Please don’t do that.” He chokes out, his throat so dry now his voice has become hoarse.
“Be a good boy for me and lie on the bed.” Violet says, lifting herself from his lap enough so that he can slide backwards. Once he’s settled back against the pillows in a way that satisfies her she crawls on top of him again.
“Now.” Violet hums, dragging her core against him. Jolly’s breath hitches as she slicks up his cock. He stretched her out with his fingers and she’s so wet he could probably just slip in if only she’d just—
“Love, I believe I was speaking to you.” Her fingers dig into the flesh of his jaw, puckering his lips. She sucks his lower lip into her mouth, biting on the flesh.
“Mmm. Now what was I saying? Oh yeah.” Violet readjusts herself making a point to press onto him even harder. He grunts, flexing his hands at his sides but does his best to pay attention.
“I’m going to take my clothes off. You’re going to watch me, and under no circumstances are you allowed to touch me, understand?”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly nods, fanning his arms out across the bed so she can see them.
Violet smiles, leaning over to kiss him.
“Thank you, sweet boy. So good for me.”
Jolly’s heart bursts at the praise. He chases her lips as she pulls away but she’s too quick. She runs her hands down the front of her sheer floral top, pulling it over her head. Her fingers trace the lace around the cups of her bra and she pulls them down exposing her breasts.
Jolly’s breath hitches when she leans over, hovering over his mouth. All he had to do was stick his tongue out and he could wrap it around her nipple but he kept his mouth shut tightly. He needed to be good for her.
Violet wets her forefinger and drags lazy circles around her nipple. Jolly watches as it pebbles and clenches his fists. He holds his breath completely when she drags it against his lips.
“Open up, love.”
The speed at which Jolly wraps his mouth around her surprises even her as she gasps a little. A mixture of a moan and a laugh leaves her when he closes his mouth tightly around her.
The pretty noises Jolly has missed so much fall from her lips as she rocks backs and forth on top of him. He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her arousal dripping down his balls the more she moves.
Her thighs squeeze him tight, her moans becoming louder. One hand is grabbing the flesh of his shoulder and the other is holding his head as close to her as possible, like he would stop unless he was forced.
As her movements become more erratic, Jolly knows her orgasm is near. He forces himself to think about music, literature, anything to keep his own from coming on. The blend of sensations, noises, and friction, however, were making it almost impossible.
Jolly watches her face from below as her second orgasm peaks. He’s infatuated by the way her mouth drops open and how her nose scrunches up. His favorite thing is how she shivers and smiles a little towards the end. He wishes he could film her so he can watch it over and over.
Maybe she’ll let him one day.
He forgets himself in the moment and lets go of the bedsheets, removing her bra and enveloping both breasts in his hands. He raises his hips up providing more pressure as she grinds against him. Violet falls on top of him as she finishes, running her hand underneath his head and gently pushing her fingers in his hair.
She kisses and nibbles at his neck. Jolly traces patterns across her back as he hums softly. The sweet moment is interrupted when she abruptly grips his hair, pulling his head back to look at her.
“What did I say about touching me, love?” Violet says firmly.
The realization hits him and Jolly’s hands fly back to the mattress. He stutters out an apology, something about how he just wanted to make her feel good. He knew it was futile though. He deserved to be punished.
“You were a good boy and didn’t cum but you broke the rules so I have to punish you, now.”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly responds and she hums, kissing him and letting go of his hair. She sits up and removes her skirt. The only remaining clothing item was her soaked panties that had been pushed aside. Jolly writhes underneath her, letting out a pathetic whimper as she gets off of him. Violet sees his hand move slightly and tuts at him.
“Am I going to have to tie you up, love? I’m sure Noah has something in here we could use.”
Jolly shakes his head. “No ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear.”
Violet smiles and sits between his legs facing him, draping her own on either side of his waist. From this view, Jolly could see her entire body perfectly. She lifts her hips up, pulling her panties down and off her legs, throwing them into the floor.
She scoots up closer to him, her pussy so close to his throbbing cock he can practically feel her heat. Leaning back on her left elbow, her right hand lands on her inner thigh. Her fingers drag down, collecting her arousal that had dripped there.
Jolly’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when she runs a finger up her slit, collecting more juices. She brings the finger up to her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. A loud, obscene “mmmm” follows as she pulls it between her lips with a pop.
“I can taste you too, sweet boy.”
His mind goes completely blank as she speaks. His cock jumps against his belly, the swollen red tip leaking even more. Her eyes trail down to where the pre-cum pools on his stomach and licks her lips.
Sitting forward Violet reaches over and swipes it with her fingertips. Her knuckles barely graze against the head of his cock but he’s so sensitive the contact makes him hiss. Instead of putting her fingers straight into her mouth this time, she applies his arousal to her lips, slowly rolling her tongue over them to collect it.
Violet spreads what didn’t go on her tongue onto her clit. Her head lolls back as she touches herself. The sight has Jolly clenching his jaw and white knuckling the bed sheets. When she fits two fingers inside of her with ease, he has to look away.
“I don’t think I said you could look away.” Violet says sweetly, with a warning behind it. “Look at me, Joakim.” Jolly takes a deep breath and looks back at her, immediately moaning.
The prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, quite possibly the only one he ever wants to see again for the rest of his life, was spread open before him. He sits up on his elbows, then on his hands, desperate to get closer. She grabs his thigh, a silent reminder to keep his hands to himself.
“Tell me you want it.”
Jolly’s mouth drops open as she uses his own game against him. He does want her more than anything else. He knows he won’t last long but by the way her thighs are subtly shaking, she won’t either. He swallows hard and nods, begging like he should.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want, sweet boy.” Her voice shakes as she speaks.
“My flower… please.” Jolly pants. “I want your pretty pussy. Need to be inside you.”
It’s clear that Violet’s resolve weakens significantly at his begging as she practically scrambles on top of him. She kisses him so hard that it makes his mouth hurt but he doesn’t mind. Violet pulls back panting and grabs his hands, placing them on her waist.
“Waist only. If they move, I stop.” She declares upon his lips with no real authority. Jolly nods appreciating the soft bits of skin he was given access to. His nails dig in her flesh and he buries his face in her neck when she lowers herself onto him.
The feeling of her cunt so warm and tight around him drives him crazy but calms the anxiety that has been raging inside of him for weeks. She chants his name while she rides him, and he realizes that just like him, she’s needed this too.
Violet bounces on him hard, neither of them concerned about how much noise they make. Luckily, the music from the party will drown most of it out anyways. Jolly keeps his hands where he was told to, focusing on leaving as many marks on her neck and chest as he could. He wanted to make sure she walked out of this room and everyone knew who she belonged to.
Jolly feels moisture as he nibbles her jaw and looks up. He notices tears falling down her face and calls out to her. Violet leans her forehead against his, both sticky with sweat. Her face twists as she tries to speak.
“F-feels so g-good, Jolly.” She whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“Cum with me, Käraste. I need it.” He begs.
“Touch me, please, please, pl-“ She repeats as Jolly reaches in between them to give her what she wants. The dominance and submission was gone and all that remained was their need for each other. Their climaxes hit together and it’s almost too much. Jolly falls back against the pillows, bringing Violet with him, thrusting into her chasing their highs.
He rolls them over but doesn’t let go of her. He’s afraid she’ll leave again and never come back. Violet hugs him, almost as if she heard his thoughts and was trying to comfort him. It’s peaceful with her like this. Suddenly, she giggles against his chest, leaning back to face him.
“Does this mean I have to run you a bubble bath and comb your hair this time?”
Jolly shakes with laughter and she joins him.
“I mean, aftercare is important and so is that beautiful hair of yours.”
Jolly laughs some more and kisses her forehead. She smiles up at him and for a moment he forgets how to breathe. Her green eyes reflect the changing colors from the LEDs. He kisses her, holding her so tightly against him he’s afraid he’ll suffocate her but she simply melts into his arms.
When they part she refuses to stop, continuously pecking at his lips. Jolly decides they need to get up before Noah finds them in his bed and she whines but agrees. They get dressed and sneak down the stairs. Jolly grabs them two bottles of water and waves goodbye, hurriedly pulling her outside.
They walk to her car and Jolly leans back against the driver side door, hoping to delay the inevitable. He cracks open the bottle of water and takes a drink, nudging a rock on the ground with his boot. Violet stops a few feet in front of him. He glances at her, confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your car?” Jolly responds, even more confused.
“I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive.” Violet says, winking.
Jolly smirks, immediately playing along. He smacks himself in the forehead playfully, rolling his eyes.
“Of course. How silly of me!”
Violet sighs in faux disappointment. “I guess you’re just going to have to take me home.”
Jolly presses his tongue to his cheek and then swipes it behind his lower lip. “Well if I do that I might as well spend the night.”
Violet cocks an eyebrow.
“To take care of you. Ya know. Since you’re such a drunk and all.” He winks at her.
Violet cackles and rolls her eyes. “Just take me home already, Joakim.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Your Games Suck [pt 2]
header edited by me (@chogiwapadada) do not remove the watermark and do not repost
pairing; jeon wonwoo x afab reader x via voice - choi seungcheol (s.coups) x kim mingyu
genre; smut (minors dni), you could call this a foursome in some ways
warnings; unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism (via voice is that a thing?), masturbation (male), guided masturbation, breast/nipple play, slight dom/sub dynamics, rules for "the game", talk of consent of the reader wanting to do this before it happened and them being into the situation
word count; 2.3k and some change
request; yes - i hope you like it!
a/n; this was going to be a drabble like addition and here we are 2.3k words later. i hope you like this @junhui-recs, this was not what i thought was going to happen and i'm sure its not what you had in mind lol but i hope it's still good.
part one
You found yourself with Wonwoo between your legs as you held a controller in your hands. His headset on your head as he ran his fingers up your thighs with a smirk on his lips as he gave you a sly look when you flipped the mic to mute. “Wonwoo…I can’t be quiet and they will know something is going on. I’m…ahh!”
Two fingers slide into you and your head is thrown back making Wonwoo coo at you as he laughs leaning to press a kiss to your thigh before looking at the screen as he hears Seungcheol talk to you over the headset. “Y/N have you played this one before? Hello? Did we lose her? Mingyu send a text Wonwoo to make sure she’s okay.”
You let out a muffled sound before unmuting your mic with a nod. “I’m fine, I’m here. I’ve played it once or twice with Wonwoo. I’ll do fine Cheol. You don’t have to baby me so much.” You and Wonwoo hear him laugh before Mingyu makes a ooo sound at you sassing him. Wonwoo smirks at you again before running his tongue along your folds making you suck in a breath.
“Mute them for a minute.” You mutter to the other men that you will be right back hearing them tell you okay before you look down at Wonwoo who slowly pumps fingers in and out of your wet pussy before kissing your folds softly making you shiver. “There are rules baby.” You whine and run your fingers through his hair holding the controller with one hand as you nod.
“One, if Cheol kills your character I won’t let you cum for 3 rounds. Two, if Mingyu kills your character then I’ll stop fingering you all together for 2 rounds. Three, if you manage to take them both out in a round I will make you cum that round.” You whine as he presses his thumb to your clit making you push towards his fingers. “Four, unmute the mic.”
You furrow your brows as you unmute the mic and Wonwoo smirks, “They know what is happening. You teased me and said why not just let them hear you. You said how much it would turn you on. Well…Princess play the game.” You gasp loudly hearing Seungcheol laugh into a small groan as the countdown on the screen starts. “We will do our best not to tease you too much. We can only imagine how hard this is for you Y/N.”
You roll your eyes and start to have some witty comeback when Wonwoo sucks on your clit and you bite on your lip trying to stop a moan. Mingyu bites at his lip, biting back a groan as he tries to focus on the game but has to smirk hearing you moan. “Or how hot you are right now. Careful not to get shot. I’d hate for you to lose Wonwoo’s fingers.”
You open your mouth shocked that he knows the exact punishment but it’s enough to distract you when your character goes down stating that Mingyu has eliminated you. Wonwoo’s fingers slip from you but his tongue continues to run along your folds making you whine. “What the fuck Gyu.”
“Oh don’t be so mad at me. Wonwoo said not to go easy on you. No matter if we want to hear you get off or not. I had the shot, so I took it. Pay more attention, beautiful.” You start to curse at Mingyu when the next round starts and you squirm slightly at Wonwoo sucking at your folds before you turn a corner and manage to take a shot taking out Mingyu making him curse loudly over the headset.
Wonwoo laughs against your skin before he circles his tongue around your clit glancing towards the tv watching Seungcheol’s character turn a corner and look straight at yours only to back off when you don’t react too overwhelmed. Wonwoo pulls back as you lift your gun and take a shot taking out Seungcheol. “Doesn’t count. Cheol you fucker. Play the game correctly. You hesitated on purpose.”
You hear Seungcheol laugh under his breath before speaking up. “Fine, fine…but she sounded so pretty. I got distracted, honestly.” Wonwoo curses before shaking his head running his thumbs along your inner thighs before diving back into you making you cry out. You hear a collective “fuck…” from the other two before a countdown starts and you try once again to pay attention.
This time when Seungcheol tries to sneak up on you managing to do damage you are sure that you are done but you squeeze your thighs around Wonwoo’s head making him laugh as he has to pull back from you watching you struggle with his friend before down the character. “Good job baby…now get Mingyu and I’ll let you cum.”
Mingyu laughs into the mic and you swear you can see him smirk as if he was in the room with you. Seungcheol groans softly into the mic and you can’t help but to raise a brow. “Cheol…are you mad at me?” The last word of your sentence coming out higher pitched as Wonwoo’s tongue dives into you making you whine. Seungcheol laughs and runs his thumb over his lips with a shrug as he considers your question only to hear you whine into more moans.
“No, I’m not mad. I’m just really fucking horny Y/N.” You laugh into another moan as Wonwoo smirks up at you at his friend's words before you gasp at the tv before reacting quickly as Mingyu also gasps when the two of you run into each other. You aren’t sure who is the quicker draw until your screen flashes that you have won the match and you hear Mingyu curse.
Wonwoo laughs loudly and shakes his head, taking the controller from you. “Oh shut up Mingyu. It’s not like you lost anything, now pay attention.” You gasp as Wonwoo grabs your legs pulling you further down the bed making you laugh into a moan as you have to grab the headset keeping it on your head as Wonwoo slides his hand up your stomach pushing your t-shirt up over your breasts.
“God I was going to just eat you out to make you cum but…fuck it.” You bite your lip running your hands over your stomach down to your hips as Wonwoo takes off the rest of his clothes when you hear the two men on the other side of the headset trying to stay silent. “I want them to talk to me Wonwoo…or it’s going to be awkward.”
Wonwoo pauses as he pushes his boxers down and kicks them away at your words. You can see the slight jealousy flash in his eyes as he looks over you but when he considers they can’t see you only hear you and it would just be talk he nods. “Alright, we can see how it goes.” You smile at him and lick your lips before reaching for Wonwoo.
Seungcheol leans his head back in his chair running his hand over his shorts at the sounds you are making at Wonwoo’s lips run over your neck as he lines himself up with you before pushing into you making your breath get caught in your throat. “Talk to me boys.” He smirks and licks his lips before finally closing his eyes. “You feel good baby? Wonwoo makes you feel good?”
You nod into a smile feeling chill bumps spread over your body as you instantly clench hard around Wonwoo at Seungcheol’s deep voice talking dirty to you. Wonwoo groans against your throat before smirking, “fuck…okay.” Mingyu laughs under his breath, his cock already in his hand as he listens. “I bet he is. You sound like he is so deep in you. You like it deep, beautiful?”
“Oh god yes Gyu…” When you practically moan his name Mingyu has to close his mouth as he strokes himself in order not to groan loudly in yours and Seungcheol’s ear. Wonwoo leans back to look at you with curiosity as he lifts your leg up at your knee hitting you even deeper making you cry out loudly as you arch your back.
“You can talk to them too, baby.” You meet Wonwoo’s eyes realizing he is getting off on this just as much as you were as you smirk up at him feeling you clenching around him. His free hand running along your breasts. “Cheol?” You hear a deep sultry, “Hmm?” that makes you moan all on its own. Wonwoo scoffs leaning down to bite at your shoulder making you yelp into a laugh. “Didn’t know you had a voice kink princess.”
“He sounds so sexy, baby, I’m sorry. Fuck, Cheol do you have your cock out?” Seungcheol laughs and lifts his hips to start sliding down his shorts. “No, do you want my cock out?” You moan as Wonwoo’s mouth latches to your collarbone before you mutter, “yes take it out for me.” Seungcheol groans and nods, kicking his shorts and boxers off before letting his cock rest hard against his thigh.
“Now what do you want me to do with my cock, Y/N? What is Wonwoo doing to you right now?” You moan rubbing your lips together as Wonwoo’s thrusts slow but deep going harder as he makes you almost let out a hiccup like sound with each hard movement. “I…oh fuck! He’s fucking me so hard. Oh god it feels so good. Cheol I want you to listen and jerk off to me? Hmm can you do that for me? Can you cum for me?”
Fuck, was all that Seungcheol could think hearing you say that. “Yeah, baby I can do that. I can since you are being so good and taking Wonwoo’s cock like a good little whore.” You smirk at Seungcheol’s words before hearing him groan when his hand wraps around his shaft and he starts to run his hand over his length using his pre-cum to slide easier.
“Mingyu…” Your voice draws the other man from a slight daze as his hand moves slowly over his cock as he had just been listening, his eyes closed. “Uh huh?” You can hear the whine in his voice making you smile as Wonwoo kisses your cheek before kissing your lips making it impossible to speak for a moment before he moves on to your neck again.
“Baby are you jerking off already?” Mingyu laughs into a groan and you laugh before moaning when Wonwoo hits you perfectly making Mingyu’s brows furrow as pre-cum seeps over his fingers. “Yeah I am. Fuck you sound so pretty, I can’t help but imagine what is happening and wishing it was me. Sorry Wonwoo.”
Wonwoo laughs against your check before shaking his head. “I can’t blame you but she will never be yours.” Mingyu rolls his eyes as his friend’s jealousy before leaning his head back as he palms his head with one head the other letting his thumb flick his sensitive nipple making himself groan a bit louder.
“Oh Gyu you sound so pretty too. What made you sound like that? Tell me what you are doing.” Mingyu laughs and shakes his head no as Wonwoo moves your legs as he pulls out of you only to turn you on your knees so he can move in behind you as you move to lean your back against his chest as he pushes back into you.
“Don’t be embarrassed Mingyu. She wants to know.” It is Seungcheol who speaks up, making Mingyu laugh again as he circles his nipple again. “I’m playing with my nipples too. I like that.” You smile and moan as Wonwoo mimics what Mingyu is probably doing to you as you push back against him. “I like it too…oh god I’m gonna cum.”
Wonwoo groans against your neck as he nods, muttering that he’s close too. His hand spreads across your lower stomach as he pushes you back against him. You start to come undone as the pressure builds too much but Mingyu sends you over the edge as you hear him whine into a groan cumming first. His pretty groans cause you to clench around Wonwoo who curses loudly muffled against your skin as he almost bruises your hip holding you so tightly.
Seungcheol’s lower groans follow a moment later as he leans his head back on the back of his chair with shuddering breaths between whispering your name making you feel like you are going to lose it all over again. Wonwoo can’t help but to be the next one to cum spilling into you and on to your thighs as he lets you move to your hands and knees when he slips from you.
You smile, exhausted as the headset is taken from you and put on Wonwoo’s head as he talks to his friends for a moment and tells them goodbye between a couple of laughs and “we will see”, “yeah maybe”, “it was fun and yeah Gyu it was hot”.
When Wonwoo moves back over to the bed you feel a tissue move over your thighs and between your legs as he tries to clean you up but shakes his head. “We uh…should just take a shower.” You laugh and look over your shoulder at him with a nod before closing your eyes as you feel him kiss your shoulder. “That was really fun.”
You nod at his words and mutter that you wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime. Wonwoo rolls his eyes and makes you turn over before pulling you up and off the bed. “Like I told Mingyu…maybe. You are pretty hot giving out orders.” Wonwoo helps you towards the door as he walks backwards watching you bite your lip. “To other people.” You laugh again as he narrows his eyes. “Don’t get ideas, Princess.”
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The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x M/F Reader- CHAPTER 11: “The Myoui's Acknowledgment Celebration Goes Wrong”
I'm back!
I know I've said this when I updated the TWICE x Reader one-shot book on my actual return, but lemme do this as I began to revive all my works that were left undone during my hiatus.
Speaking of hiatus, I'm sorry if yours truly took months of break away from writing. Your boy wasn't been treated well by the world but you know, you gotta find ways to keep on going and nevermind everything that's stopping you from making your life goes on, right?
Anyways, let's get these right back up as here you go, it's been since last year when I last updated this book, and boyyy the story is about to expand more as what's also been going on with The Bloodline's storyline right now in WWE (which is fucking fantastic again, if yall gonna ask me what I have to say about it. Can't wait for WrestleMania XL btw!)
I hope you enjoy the return of The Holy Trinity back in the ring to continue the tale, everyone!
PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB CHAPTER 9 [The Reason Why]...
"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary"away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.
YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."
"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.
The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.
1 WEEK LATER | November 4, 2022
The camera switches to the Bloodline members gathered around in their locker room. Momo is in her usual pose, elbows tucked against each other along with her poker face, Mina with her cool demeanor, YN with the angst and Sana looking hyper as ever.
"Girls, we are rolling, we are rolling, we are ROLLINGGG!!! Oh, The Bloodline is rolling right now!" Sana exclaimed in glee. "Roman is current handling business on his own..."
"Yup." Mina goes along with Sana's speech, responding to the words she's saying while nodding her head at the vibe.
"So are you girls against BLACKPINK..."
"Yeah."
"And when you do, you girls were on the verge of breaking the all-time record as the longest Tag Team Champions in the history! You're there!" Sana clapped as she gave much emphasis at how important the last words should mean for the twins who are gonna face BLACKPINK tonight for the said mission.
"Yeah we're near there, and that means we're about to go out there right now and tell BLACKPINK what's about to happen tomorrow when they mess at us!" YN answered. Sana paused for a second as she looked confused. Mina and Momo looked at you too.
"With there? At the ring?"
"Right now."
Sana snorted and nervously laughs before proceeding to speak. "Uhm, YN... we talked about it okay?..."
Another complain coming from the Honorary Muse, blocking away your intention to do what you think is the right thing to do. That prompted you to remove the Tag Title belts on your shoulder frustratingly as blood began to boil again on your head.
"...and I feel like we're making some absolute progress here hmm?" Sana continued as you tried to intimidatingly staredown at her while waiting for her to finish talking. Mina is just watched the two's tension starting to grow again between each other.
"Can you please not do that? Going out there in the ring? There's no need the reason for it, the match is made, you get a good night sleep, you go beat BLACKPINK, you go on the record that's right there at the corner. There's no reason-" Sana's enumeration got interrupted when YN burst out the anomaly spotted behind those lines.
"Okay okay, so just because you're only one step ahead on becoming an official muse of The Bloodline, you think you're in change of me?" YN mocks Sana. Mina and Momo are just guarding them stressfully. "Because of what Yuta said huh? Hey, check this out: this ain't no Bloodline thing, it's exclusive only as The Myouis thing. We are tag team champions before you, and we will be still the tag team championship long after you're gone, Sana.", you pointed at her.
Sana only stared at you seriously who nudges your elbow at the back of Mina's arm to signal yourselves that they have to leave. As you disappeared at the scene, it left Mina looking at Sana apologetically.
"He's got a point, Sha." Mina's lips tilted and she shrugged before she departed too.
Sana and Momo were the ones left remaining inside the locker room. "Wait, Mina please don't go, girls don't go..." Sana beggingly tried to call their attention but went no effect.
"Why why why...oh well, they're gone." She slumped her hands on her waist, head bowing down in disappointment.
Meanwhile, The Myouis exit backstage to appear inside the arena, making their entrance to the ramp as they are scheduled for a segment tonight in the ring. They posed and bragged with their Tag Team Titles on the ropes before they grabbed microphones eached for their speech to be heard.
As their theme ended, it revealed the echoing boos from the crowd they received. The twins remained nonchalant, as it's part of being their bad guy routine anyway to piss people off but still remain undeniable.
"HEY HEY, THE BLOODLINE IS NOW IN YOUR CITY!!!" You shouted before you raised your finger to the sky followed by Mina to perform the signature gesture of your stable.
"Hey, brother / sister, we are on our way baby" Mina said to you with a large interested grin plastered in her face.
"To what?"
"We are on way to a history-making when it starts tomorrow night at Crystal Doom as the longest reigning Tag Team Champions EVER!" Mina clarified, hitting a preview for the viewers for what's most likely about to come this coming Saturday as they go on a fight with BLACKPINK in another pay-per-view event.
The crowd was divided in the chant, some are continously throwing boos while others began mentioning the unintentional joke that Sana made you embarassed and almost laugh at how silly it is.
You rolled your eyes at that flashback and avoided your gaze away at the crowd as shyness starts to become evident on your expression. "And it all starts with BLACKPINK. Yeah, that color group because YOU THE TWOS, AND WE... THE... ONES!" Both you and Mina proudly raised your fingers again before the crowd got uplifted as the titantron and the theme of MAMAMOO played in the arena.
The Myouis gazed annoyingly at the stage, watching the duo Solar and Moonbyul make their way into the ring.
"Hold up hold up hold up..." Solar was the first to speak while they're walking.
"Let's pump the brakes right now." Moonbyul followed.
"Slow it down...
"Take a second..."
"Just stop, stop..." Solar tells the twins. "At Crystal Doom, it's gonna be The Myouis vs. The BLACKPINK for the Japan Federation Tag Team Championships, and to be honest... we all root for BLACKPINK." she made it clear who they despise as they reached the ringside and approach the steel stairs.
They entered the ring, and stepped foot in front of The Myouis letting them talk their talk. "But if there's some Bloodline luck on yall and win against BLACKPINK then retain those titles, then we need you both to understand one thing." Moonbyul said as Mina following her glares.
"When you're on that plane, flying back home, as soon as you both got back down and step here in Japanese soil, you will have the longest reigning World Tag Team Champions waiting to tear you both from limb to limb in order to protect our legacy!"
The crowd cheered. Mina and YN nodded and smirking impressively at their challenge while being too boastful deep inside of them that they're just gonna be another obstacle to pass in their journey.
"In other words, we got next!" Solar simplified their plans in one sentence. They want the turn for the titles.
Moonbyul raises her mic to make the crowd cheering for their team name to be heard louder. Mina and YN mocked them as they presented the titles gripped around their hands. They went away from the microphones and traded barbed words at each other off mic as things slowly get fuming up between the two most legendary tag team in the company's modern history.
In the middle of their confrontation, it was surprisingly interrupted by a sudden blindside attack by BLACKPINK who hit both Mina and YN on their backs, sending them down on the mat.
Rosé and Jisoo are now standing face to face with Moonbyul and Solar who met their arrival.
After seconds of silence and staredown, their minds had one thing in common, and their intrusive thought won as each pair attacks The Myouis. Moonbyul and Jisoo is stomping YN while Solar and Rosé is doing the same thing on Mina.
"MAMAMOO and BLACKPINK are teaming up against The Myouis!" commentator Knight Yoo calls the scenario on the ring.
"Both in kahoots with their common enemies!" his partner Lee Kwang-soo added a remark as they watch the ongoing outnumbered advantage of attacks being given to The Myouis.
That didn't last long when Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo of The Bloodline came down rushing to the ramp to help their members.
MAMAMOO turned around as they noticed additional footsteps from behind. They were then met by a strong clothesline by The Fighting Machine of The Bloodline.
Sana then charged at Rosé and the two traded hits around their bodies. Jisoo then ran at Momo and cradled her from behind, trapping her into a choke.
Momo grunted as she uses her full strength to push Jisoo upwards until she got placed on top on her shoulders before being slammed down hard on the ring.
Sana dodged Rosé's hit and pushed her towards Momo who greeted her with a loud superkick straight to the face.
Momo is completely decimating the chaos in the ring. She picks up Jisoo and throws her out of the ring through the ropes while Mina goes for a superkick also on Moonbyul.
Joining your twin, you superkicked Solar also as soon as she got right back up on her feet, having her rolled out of the ring. All of The Bloodline members remained and the only enemy they have left with them is Rosè who is still hurting from Momo's superkick.
They all pointed at the poor helpless fighter. Momo and Sana picks up Rosé while you and Mina readied yourselves in a distance. They pushed her to receive a thunderous double superkick from The Myouis.
Rosé was knocked out while The Bloodline marches around the ring to boast at everyone watching who owns the show and who is on the top here.
Sana then directed Mina and YN to climb up to the ropes to do one more devastating assault. They followed the Honorary Muse and they both prepared to jump high for a double frog splash down through Rosé's broken body.
However, it didn't happen when thankfully Jisoo came back in for a rescue and this time in a much more effective way. Bringing the classic strong style in her, she brought a steel chair with her and quickly smashes it on Momo and Sana before she scares off The Myouis out from the turnbuckles.
She was so distracted that she didn't realized that Momo came back up and surprises her with a superkick to shut her off. She they hurriedly hooks Jisoo and performs her finisher Spinning Momo as she slams her hard again on the ring.
Momo lets out a battlecry before she checks upon her co-members. "And tonight, The Bloodline unifies. Tonight, on the same page. Tonight, protecting the family." Knight Yoo reacted.
The Bloodline members rolled out of the ring, leaving the damage they have done on their opponents as they end their segment for this week's episode of Knockdown.
3 DAYS LATER | November 7, 2022
Following Monday Night War, The Bloodline opened the show with the still defending Japan Federation World Tag Team Champions The Myouis with Hirai Momo successfully defended the titles against BLACKPINK this past Saturday at Crystal Doom pay-per-view event held in the Philippines.
They were interrupted by MAMAMOO who still has scores to settle against them after receiving attacks last Friday night.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in just 4 days on Friday night, you are looking at the longest Japan World Tag Team Champions in history defending our reign against the current Tag Team Champions, The Myouis." Moonbyul confirmed to everybody about their upcoming match this week with them.
"But... but... listen to us when we say you both the truth that after match, we will become the champions once again and most importantly, our reign of 483 days before will never be broken." Moonbyul smirked.
"Look, wait... we gave yall your promise right? Hell of a tag team."
"Also record-breakers." YN agreed to his/her sister.
"Breaking down barriers..."
"And multiple tag team champions too." They kept continuing on mentioning MAMAMOO's accomplishments before. "You know, I'm proud of yall."
"I'm really proud too."
"Yeah, and these people must be so proud of yall too." Mina included the crowd who proved her thoughts correct as they cheered. "Even me would be so proud, it must have feel so great to become... the SECOND greatest tag-team champions of all time."
Mina laughed as the crowd switched into boos.
"Wait, did they said 'second best'?" Moonbyul asked with a weirded reaction. "You two must have forgotten: we still hold the record, so that means YOU are chasing US." She said as she pointed back and forth at them to theirs.
"That means you're chasing the girls who built this place from ground to up. You two are chasing the girls who changed what Tag Team wrestling should be in Japan. Lastly, you two are chasing us who are first-generational superstars." Moonbyul referred to their team.
"You see, you all had people cuddling and holding you two around teaching you how to do this. You both got tryouts baaed from what your families did before you!" Moonbyul continued to spit some facts against their famous rivals. YN and Mina are getting sour at their reality check.
"You two have built your legacy from the backs of your cousins, your uncles, your fathers, grandfathers while WE built our legacy from our OWN BACKS!" The crowd then cheered louder at how harshly true she's beginning to be.
"You don't know about the pressure we've been on before!" Mina argued back, not letting theirselves getting humiliated. "What do you know about pressure, huh? What do you know about making a name for yourself, coming from a family like ours!"
"They don't!" YN assisted. "Yall have never been in the ring with our family before!"
"Nope!"
"Do you know who belongs in the ring here with you now?"
"Talk to them!"
"It's the perfect definition of what two tag-team are!"
"Yeah!"
"Since day one, we the ones!"
"Yeah!"
"YN and Mina... we are THE MYOUIS!!!" YN exclaimed as loud as he/she can get to release the fire building up inside of him/her.
"NOW THAT'S PRESSURE!" Mina bragged about the intensity of the exchange of their lines to slap back against these two biggest haters of their careers in front of them. The crowd were very impressed at their mic skills and how they were able to return back the favor after being destroyed by Solar and Moonbyul earlier.
Moonbyul stepped forward and eyed sharply at both YN and Mina. "Do. Not. Speak. To. Us. Like. You. Know. What. Pressure. Is.
PRESSURE is when you are roaming at the backstage, not knowing if you'll get fired someday. PRESSURE is when you want to try other things outside of this company just to see if it'll work and provide you higher rate of survival in your daily life. PRESSURE is when you put three of the most important women together in one team only to get booed at first, so don't you both dare speak to us like YOU KNOW WHAT REAL PRESSURE FEELS LIKE!"
The crowd is getting wild from their positive reactions at the sight of this masterclass of a segment between these two professional teams going personal within each other.
Moonbyul and Solar heard their names being chanted and they appreciated it wholeheartedly. "Do you hear that? Because they know what we've been through. That all those pressure has what turned us into DIAMONDS!"
"DIAMONDS? You talking about those diamonds in your crown?" Mina retorted, referring to when Moonbyul won a tournament before and crowned as the 'Queen of the Battleground' only to get destroyed by The Bloodline, especially Yuta Nakamoto who smashed her accessories.
"Those diamonds must be those jewels that our cousin Yuta Nakamoto stomped in?" Mina and YN scoffed and chuckled as they teased Moonbyul who is getting offended.
"Poor you, cuz look at us, we got the real diamonds around here now!" Mina and YN then raised their title belts above.
"And about you, Solar..." YN focused on her this time after being quiet while letting her friend Moonbyul talk about their frustrations. Solar's attention got taken, as she stares directly at YN.
"If we haven't forfeited in that turmoil years ago, there will never be a WrestleTopia moment for you!" The crowd ooh-ed at how brutal that fact was. The Myouis were talking about that moment 3 years ago when they were babyface at that time, they helped Solar win the whole gauntlet match by forfeiting their spot so that she can advantage on the last opponent in which she won and granted her a world title match at the main event of WrestleTopia. Months later, she won and had her first world title win.
"Remember that? We gave you that chance and that moment! Having your kids running around and taking pictures with you, so you're welcome Solar!" YN sarcastically told her. "As a matter of fact, don't even show up on Friday. Just stay home with your kids and let us do what we always do."
Solar sneezed and shook her head before replying to YN. "Stay home with my kids, huh. What kind of mother would I be if I chose to forfeit such an important match from the likes of... you?"
YN got insulted, her smirk shrinked. "You don't understand what this reign means for us. For yall it's just another accomplishment, another championship but for us, this represents us back in the times when we started with a lame concept that nobdoy should've ever overcame that, BUT WE DID!
It represents a time when we come for work, clawing and scratching all we have just to fight to attain a resemblance of what a success of team should be like for this industry, all to be told by many that we suck but we did that!
And lastly, it represents a time... that might be the last time that us, MAMAMOO as whole who will elevate you in the process so... no. We will not forfeit in this match just to let yall continue to reign."
Solar and Moonbyul has made their final decision, dropping their mics as well as The Myouis who has no other chouce but to accept the determination and bravery of these two tp step on the plate and challenge them for one of the richest prize in the industry.
They raised the title belts and they all looked up at it, mesmerized and motivated that either of them will become a champion this Friday night on their showdown.
4 DAYS LATER | November 11, 2022
The Bloodline once again opens up the show but this time, for this weeks Friday Night Knockdown and it is understandable when the people know that it has been announced that tonight, The Empire Chief is gonna pay another city a visit to lead a "Bloodline Acknowledgment Ceremony" for The Myouis once they win against MAMAMOO (in which they did, making them now the longest reigning Tag Team Champs of all time earlier at the show), and for them to...
"...RECOGNIZE ME!" Yuta Nakamoto yelled on his command, making the rest of The Bloodline (except for Sana who is absent for a day-off due to personal matters) and most of the crowd raising their ones to the sky for the current World Champion.
YN felt a weird reflex when your head moved on it's way and your eyes lingered around, someone's missing beside you. You realized that Sana wasn't there. Furrowing your eyebrows, it had your perplexed why of all the members of your group, she's the one you sought to find first.
The special adviser for The Bloodline, Park Jinyoung took the opportunity to speak next about the topic he has in store for the public. You shook your head to focus yourself back on the most relevant subject here. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Empire Chief and I were having a discussion on the private jet flying onto this hellhole..." The crowd of Yokohama then booed loudly at him for insulting their city. Jinyoung was shocked as he spun around to witness the whole audience hating him.
He went silent to enjoy the whiny voice echoing around the arena before proceeding to speak. "MAMAMOO vs The Myouis is not a good sports rivalry. MAMAMOO aren't gonna compare to The Myouis. No team can! The longest reigning tag team champions in the history lives on the Island Of Relevancy and now, MAMAMOO has been cast out of the Ocean of Obsecurity like any other beings who stepped up against The Empire Chief... Tbe Highness Of The Land... and your Japan Combat Federation World Champion, Yuta Nakamoto."
Jinyoung said, praising the stable he's managing. He then passed the mic on Yuta after gesturing him to do so.
"It's not easy to be my cousin. Our whole lives, everyone has been acknowledging me for my greatness. And honestly, I never thought I'll see this moment to come." Yuta said as he walked back and forth on delivering his speech. "YN... Mina..."
Yuta paused when they heard the theme of BLACKPINK play, ruining their celebration.
Rosé and Jisoo came out with microphones in their hand.
"You see, we're sick of The Bloodline using numbers game every week." Rosé spoke up. "Well, tonight... it's fight night! And we... got some backup."
A familar theme hits the speakers, causing the crowd to erupt in joy. Rosé and Jisoo got hyped up to see a close friend return in one piece.
Lisa Manoban confidently makes her appearance, with a bandage wrapped around her arm.
"It is indeed fight night! The woman who The Bloodline took out of action with a fractured elbow is back!" Knight Yoo exclaimed on the commentary.
She began to speak, but the crowd nor even The Bloodline can hear what she's saying. The microphone is having a technical difficulty, but Lisa kept on continuing to speak through stutters.
Yuta laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA what is this? Y-you can't even get the microphone work, I mean come on! What are you gonna do now?"
Lisa sighed and got a little bit pissed off at the technical team for embarassing her at her return but she just placed it aside and walked with Rosé and Jisoo on the ramp, approaching the ring.
"You see, Yuta..." Lisa's voice is now loud and clear. "I have no problem saying it to your face when the truth of the matter is that..."
Rosé and Jisoo instead sprinted through the ring as Lisa secretly tasked them to get distracted. She follows her friends as BLACKPINK collided with The Myouis while she went forward against Hirai Momo.
Yuta Nakamoto disgustingly watched the whole mess around him before he decided to join the fray by stomping on Jisoo. It has became a 4 on 3 assault, with The Bloodline slowly punishing BLACKPINK.
Yuta was about to boast the domination they're having in the ring but he got interrupted when the titantron plays the theme of "The Korean Warrior" Kim Jennie, eliciting another loud cheers from the fans.
All reactions from The Bloodline was shock and disbelief as they didn't expect that Jennie would help her former friends, but little did they know that because of the assault and what they did on Lisa's elbow a month ago has made BLACKPINK to change from heels to babyfaces in order to battle against The Bloodline.
Mina came rushing on Jennie but she presented her with a big boot, then rapidly rushed through the ring before YN approaches her next, only to receive a beadbutt.
Jennie then goes face to face with the woman who costs her the World Championship back at her homeland in Clash In The Combat months ago, Hirai Momo. The two stares down at each other before they unloaded exchange blows at one another.
Momo slapped Jennie hard but she bounced back on the ropes and clotheslined Momo. She then received a sneaky big boot by Yuta who was watching their fight.
Yuta then knuckled Jennie's top of the head until Lisa gets back up and spun Yuta around, turning his attention on her as she passed couple of hits around his face.
He then stopped her attacks by wrapping her around the waist and carried her on the turnbuckle to unleash some bumps on her midsection. The rest of the Bloodline and BLACKPINK then went on to continue attacking each other around the ring, giving the viewers a possible hint of a future feud and a match to come.
The show ends with the security and backstage personnels arrive in the ring to break up the brawl beween The Bloodline and BLACKPINK as the time runs out to air.
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Touch (Yoongi x OC)
Summary: Much to Yoongi's surprise, he spends every waking moment worrying about you.
Pairing: Yoongi x OC
Genre: Angst
Word count: 3.3 K
Rating: 18+
Warnings: none (for this part; for the rest of the series, read individual warnings on each fic)
A/N: Set a couple of days after Flight Risk.
Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld
Listen to: "space song" by beach house
yoongi masterlist | main masterlist
Yoongi glances around his studio until he’s forced to accept that he’s misplaced his spare headphones. He checks his current pair one more time but when it doesn’t connect to the system, he tosses them on the table and heads out into the empty hallway.
It’s not surprising; it’s late on a Sunday afternoon and he expects that most of the occupants of this floor will have taken the day off, especially before the BTS concert later this evening. He can’t stay long either; he’s already going to be late to soundcheck but he needs to download some last minute music onto his laptop before the group flies out to Japan tomorrow morning.
There’s only one studio he can see that has a sliver of light appearing from under the door. Donghyuk, the only person other than himself who would be here on a Sunday afternoon, is Yoongi’s last hope. He knocks twice, right under the faded plaque reading Supreme Boi, and enters. The first thing he sees is Miso at the controls, the same moment that she looks up to see him, and her face goes momentarily slack.
Her face recovers instantly, however, but it’s a few seconds before she looks away. Yoongi stares at her; she doesn’t look any different from any other day in the studio, wearing a thin full-sleeved shirt and dark jeans, her ankles crossed under the chair. He stands motionless, frozen, as he hears a rushing sound, like the waves of the ocean crashing onto him and he exhales, realising vaguely that it feels as though he’s been holding his breath for the last three days.
“It’s still not working, damn it. Oh - Yoongi!”
Yoongi starts; he’d almost forgotten who he’d come here for. He looks up to see Donghyuk inside the recording booth, waving a hand vigorously at him.
“Something’s wrong with the sound!” he exclaims, his voice slightly muffled from behind the glass. “I’m checking the mic - can you help Miso with the input?”
Yoongi nods but before stepping inside, he looks at Miso - what for, he’s not sure. Maybe it’s her permission, or maybe it’s any acknowledgement from her at all. But Miso continues looking ahead at the recording booth, not turning towards him at all until finally, she visibly sighs and drops her hand from the controls, sitting back in her chair.
Yoongi makes his way over to her but doesn’t sit in Donghyuk’s chair; instead, he stands next to Miso’s and examines the dashboard, leaning over slightly doing what he can to fix the screeching sound coming from the speaker while Donghyuk fiddles around with the mic and keeps up a spiel of commentary.
The entire time, he’s hyper aware of how close he is to her - and the last time he was this close to her. Both their hands are on the controls now, now that Donghyuk seems to be on the verge of losing it; despite the proximity, however, something in Yoongi is determined not to let himself touch her, even accidentally.
His fingers ghost over hers and her hair brushes his chest on occasion, but Yoongi keeps his distance. The more he thinks about it, though, the more he feels the overwhelming urge to hold her hand, to just give it a momentary squeeze and silently ask her if she’s alright, if she knows that he ran after her that night but was just too late.
After a moment, he places his hand on the top of her chair and when she doesn’t move away, he stays there.
“Okay, I’m going to try this again!” Donghyuk shakes his head and taps on the mic. “Play it from the bridge?”
Miso taps the button and they watch Donghyuk in silence as he bops his head to the beat before starting his background vocals. There’s a sudden screech of feedback from the mic again that makes them all wince and Donghyuk sighs and bends to examine something at the bottom of the mic, which makes it tip over and hit him in the nose when he stands up.
“Fuck!”
Outside, Yoongi can’t help but snort and glance immediately at Miso. She still isn’t looking at him, but the upward curve of her cheek tells him she’s smiling as well. Something seems to explode in his stomach at the sight of it and he grins to himself, every colour in the studio suddenly seeming brighter for a moment.
“Glad I gave you two something to laugh about,” grumbles Donghyuk, giving up on the mic and shuffling out of the booth. “We’re going to have to get a technician in here before we record anything else,” he says to Miso.
She nods. “I’ll call them.”
He nods back and looks up at Yoongi. “What’s up, man?” he asks with a half handshake, half high-five. “Wait - don’t you have a concert?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he replies quickly. “I just came to…” He trails off, realising he’s forgotten why he stepped into this studio in the first place.
Donghyuk raises his eyebrows. “You forgot?”
Yoongi frowns, trying to remember, but he can’t recall anything before the sudden shock of seeing Miso calmly sitting inside a studio, two days after doing nothing but worrying about her.
She’s looking at him sceptically, too; it occurs to him that she probably thinks he came here just to see her and he automatically takes a step back, his cheeks heating up unexpectedly.
“Um… yeah, I don’t - I don’t remember.” He clears his throat. “I should go,” he mutters, turning around to leave.
“Okay,” says Donghyuk. “Good luck with the concert, man. And the tour,” he adds.
“Thanks.” Yoongi turns around one last time before stepping out the door to look at Miso, but her attention is on the laptop now, her shoulders twisted away from him.
Yoongi knows he should head out. He’s already late for sound check, hair and make-up will take some time and Namjoon always likes to sit them down and give them a talk before a concert, especially one that will kick off their world tour.
But his feet won’t let him. He stands outside Donghyuk’s studio, feeling like a stalker, but knowing that he will be absolutely useless to everyone if he leaves for his concert, possibly even Korea, without talking to Miso.
He’s there for nearly thirty minutes before the door opens and his heart skips a beat when she walks out. She looks taken aback for a fraction of a second before her face glazes over again and she continues down the hall.
“What’s up, Min Suga?”
Yoongi freezes for a second before going after her, taking two large steps before falling in sync with her. “Um, just came to… nothing. What’s - what’s up with you?” he asks quickly, cringing inwardly.
“You mean aside from ensuring Donghyuk doesn’t kill himself with his own equipment?” she asks dryly. “Not much.”
“Oh.” He follows her absently until she reaches the coffee station. “How’s that going?”
“Not well, as you can probably tell.” She reaches for a cup. “He seems to have a crazy knack for being uncoordinated.”
It sounds like an insult, but Yoongi knows her better than that by now. Moreover, something about how she drops a fact that indicates the amount of time she’s spending with another producer rankles.
“Right. No, that’s - that’s always been his thing. In fact, funny thing -” He chuckles “- when we were trainees, he and Kim Namjoon were famous for being the tallest and the most clumsy - I mean, they would knock everything over and everyone was sure they would never make -”
“Min Suga,” she interrupts, nonchalantly scanning the coffee sachets available, “you’re rambling.”
Yoongi stops abruptly. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. What’s up?”
He stares at her as she reads the ingredients off one of the sachets. He isn’t sure what he was expecting exactly, but something about how… normal she’s behaving is surreal.
“I, uh…” He supposes he ought to say the one thing he owes her no matter what. “I wanted to apologise. I - I had no idea you’d taken your name off the song. If I did, I would never have used it.”
She glances up at him, only mildly curious. “Really?”
“Yes, of course. Jung PD didn’t tell me until after… everything.” Yoongi takes a hesitant step closer, deathly careful to not invade her personal space. “It was your song. You didn’t have to do what you did. I would’ve… figured something out,” he finishes lamely.
“What would you have done?”
“I don’t know. I would’ve used one of my unreleased songs or - or I would’ve written a new one or -”
“Or you would’ve blamed me for the rest of your life.” Miso gives him a knowing look, shaking a packet of coffee powder with one hand.
“I -” Yoongi swallows uncomfortably. “That’s not true. I mean, I was angry, yes, but I didn’t… You - you didn’t have to do all this for me.”
“I didn’t. I did it for Hwan.”
He pushes his tongue into his cheek and nods, at a loss for how to respond to this. Her eyes are fixed on the coffee machine and she’s barely looking at him, but she’s not angry. He almost wishes she was.
“Okay. Well… thank you, anyway,” he murmurs humbly. “And I’m going to get your name back on the song,” he promises, straightening up a little. “It’ll take some time but I’ll get it done.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Yes, I can,” he insists, feeling the familiar annoyance at her constant argumentative nature. “You can get your name back on the song retroactively; we’ve done it before. We have to speak to Legal and PR and they will -“
“No, you can’t as in you… can’t.” Miso sighs and glances up at him briefly, rolling her eyes in a forced motion. “The reason the song is out there is because I took my name off it. I thought you pieced that together, Min Suga.”
“But -“
“Just let it go, will you?”
Yoongi falls silent. She’s still making her coffee, meticulously emptying the packet and examining all the valves on the machine. It’s strange, given that she’s usually the person on the floor who takes the shortest coffee breaks.
Suddenly encouraged, he exhales and changes the subject.
“Will you be at the concert tonight?”
She scoffs, not unkindly. “Will you be at the concert tonight? Doesn’t it start in, like, an hour?”
“Two,” he argues weakly. “And… isn’t everyone going? That was the point of the free tickets for the team,” he points out.
“Yeah, but I can’t. I gave mine to one of the interns and she almost fainted.”
Yoongi tries not to feel slighted by this. “So you’re not going?”
“We have a lot to get done tonight,” she answers simply.
He purses his lips as her words sink in. “We, as in…”
“Donghyuk and I, yes.” She shrugs innocently. “He is my boss now, technically.”
“So… you guys will just be working together? On a Sunday night?”
Miso frowns. “Yeah. You and I did that quite a bit, too, if you recall. Also, I’m hoping that if I stay late tonight, I might actually get credited on a song for once.”
His words die in his throat. “Oh, I - um -“
She notices and rolls her eyes. “Jesus, it’s a joke, Min Suga. Lighten up.”
Yoongi can’t think of anything he’s less likely to do right now, and he also can’t fathom how she’s joking at the moment. He half-wonders if he’d dreamed the events of the launch party when she presses the button for the hot water and slides her cup under it, her fingers still around it when the water begins flowing.
“Careful -“ He moves instinctively to shove her hand away from the steaming liquid but at the last moment remembers his determination to not touch her and swipes the cup away instead, only for his own fingers to intercept the hot water.
“What are you -“ Miso winces as he hisses in pain and snatches his hand back. There doesn’t seem to be any damage to it but the skin still smarts; Yoongi examines it uneasily when another pair of hands appear with paper towels in them and press them to the burning area.
“Oh -“ He stays frozen to the spot and lets her do what she’s doing, but it only lasts a moment before she drops her hands from his. His gaze remains on her sleeve and he wonders what he will see if he pushes it over her wrist.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly, pressing the napkins to his own hand.
Miso exhales but doesn’t look up at him, busying herself with another cup. “This again?”
“Why didn’t you tell me about Donghyuk?”
“Actually, you told me about Donghyuk,” she replies shortly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
He shakes his head, knowing he’d set himself up for that response. “No,” he says honestly. “I know what I said, but… I didn’t mean it.”
For once, she doesn’t respond with a snarky remark. “Well,” she says after a moment, “it’s done now. Maybe it’ll be for the best.”
“Sure. Why didn’t you tell me, though?”
“It was the middle of the night.”
“So? I always pick up calls, any time of the day.”
“Would you have picked up my call?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Yoongi sighs, knowing he can’t win here. “Glad it worked out for you, I guess.”
“It’s not bad so far,” she admits. “Plus, he and I actually get along pretty well so that’s a bonus.”
“Uh-huh.”
She smirks innocently before snorting at his stony face. “You are so easy to piss off, you know that?” she mutters wryly.
“I’m glad I amuse you.”
She chuckles and it’s the first actual smile he’s seen from her all week. “Donghyuk’s going to your concert,” she assures him after a moment.
“Not you, though.”
“Nope. My dad’s hosting a dinner and the whole community will be there so I have to go,” she informs him, before pausing for a moment. “He’s just acquired a company, you see.”
Something creeps through Yoongi’s chest at her tone. “That guy, Jiho,” he says sharply, dropping all attempts at beating around the bush. “Will he be there, too?”
“I guess. He’s only the guest of honour.” Miso stares at the cup under the water valve for a moment before seemingly forcing her gaze up towards him. Something in his expression must tip her off, for her shoulders deflate and she shakes her head. “I don’t think we’ll have much to say to each other anymore,” she mutters in what he presumes is supposed to be a reassuring tone - although who she’s reassuring, he isn’t sure.
Yoongi clenches his jaw. They’ve arrived at the topic he’s been thinking of non-stop for the last three days, except now that they’re actually here, he has no idea how to ask her about it without fully prying into his colleague’s personal life.
“Are you okay?” he asks finally in a small voice, swallowing and hoping that for once, she’ll give him a straight answer. Miso doesn’t look at him, and after a few seconds of silence, he begins to think she won’t answer him at all.
“I’ve been better,” she admits, equally quiet. She takes a moment before looking up at him, her face blank again. “Donghyuk’s not making it any easier.”
“Miso.”
“Yoongi, whatever it is you’re blaming yourself for, you can stop. Okay? None of this is your fault,” she implores, giving him a slightly annoyed look before shaking her head. “This had nothing to do with you at all,” she mutters.
For the first time in a long time, Yoongi feels a prickling in his eyes. It’s the frustration, more than anything else, of not knowing, of not being able to find out because the wall that Miso has erected around her feels impenetrable. The few moments of real, human emotion that break through it have brought him here and it’s with a sinking realisation that he concedes to never being able to turn back.
“But I’m sorry anyway,” he says softly, his gaze not moving from her side profile.
Miso stares at the coffee machine without looking at anything. Her jaw hardens and Yoongi wonders if she’s ever heard these words from anyone before.
She takes a deep breath and finally turns to him, her eyes on the floor. “I know you came after me. After the car,” she amends quietly. “I heard you. And I just want to say…” She trails off and bites her lip before her eyes flicker up to look at him.
“… don’t ever do that again.”
Yoongi’s heart hammers. “Don’t ever try to help you again?”
She shakes her head and looks away, as though he’s getting this completely muddled. “You know how when the release got cancelled, you felt guilty about Hwan, you got furious at me and you were helpless and it just ruined your whole day?” She waits for him to nod. “You should want that to be the biggest problem in your life. I want that to be the biggest problem in your life.”
He bristles, but he keeps his focus on her. “I can handle more than you think,” he states.
“But you shouldn’t have to. I don’t need that on my conscience,” she murmurs, her gaze falling again. She sighs and looks up at him. “You should get to your concert.”
Yoongi stares at her, hoping for her smooth expression to waver even for a moment, but it never does. She holds it together, even as she swallows.
“Okay,” he says at last. “See you around, Kang Miso.” He holds out a hand.
She hesitates but takes it, her pale, slender hand slipping into his. Her skin is cold but Yoongi grips it with a relief that surprises him. His thumb moves along the back of her hand before he stops himself, expecting her to take back her hand, but she doesn’t.
He raises his left hand to her wrist and is about to raise the sleeve when he feels her stiffen. He freezes, before gently wrapping his hand around the wrist, encasing her hand in both of his. He thinks vaguely of his overseas schedule for the next few weeks and his heart clenches unexpectedly.
“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, watching as her eyes flicker slowly from their clasped hands to his face. “I always pick up calls. Any time of the day.”
It feels like forever, but after a moment she nods, retrieving her hand from between his.
“Thanks,” she says, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with the same hand. “I’ll, uh… I’ll keep you updated on Donghyuk’s many escapades. Unless he kills himself by tripping on a wire first.”
Yoongi nods, his chest feeling both heavy yet freer than before. “Can’t wait.”
There’s a hint of a smile on her face before she picks up her cup of coffee and takes a step back. “Have a good concert, Min Suga. And tour.” She turns to leave when he calls her name again, and she turns with a sigh. “Damn, do you even want to make it for your concert?”
He gives her a look and shakes his head. “Keep me updated on tonight as well?”
She squints, clearly seeing right through him. “Updated on what exactly?”
“You know…” He cringes inwardly. “Your, uh… your family. And - and friends.”
Miso tilts her head. “Will do,” she says sarcastically. “Now get out of here. And put some damn ointment on that burn.”
Yoongi frowns for a moment before remembering, and it’s at that moment that his hand seems to sting again. He glances down at it to see a white blister already forming and winces. He looks up to thank her, but she’s already gone.
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joker out in oslo 17/03 gig report time! this is long so under a read more. have some footage from my terrible phone and not very good angle :)
while waiting in the queue we were right next to the door and they all came past us to get in. vita, damon, and a woman i assume is sadie sink (with a big suitcase) got locked out and waited for ages and were joined by nace, bojan, and jure. jan came on his own a few minutes later and was also locked out.
regnvær and hearts were really good! at one point, the lead singer of regnvær started playing a song in the wrong key on his guitar and took three tries to get it right. the lead singer of hearts kept saying "yoker out" in a strong swedish accent. they both knocked over mic stands as well it was very chaotic
the security guard was VIBING to the dj between acts it was so funny! he sang along to barbie girl what an icon
now the actual show:
my first thoughts as they came on stage: holy fuck jan is beautiful. NACE GLASSES! bojan's outfit?!?!?!
the stage was too small for the cool props and i couldn't see jure most of the time sadly
bojan did a whole speech about how he'd learnt how to say hello/good day in norwegian (god dag) and joked about it sounding like good dog, and he patted nace while saying it
at one point, nace was at the front of stage and jan came up behind him and pretended to try to push him off and they had a little mock fight while playing it was adorable!! yeah they janced a lot... every time they looked at each other they couldn't stop grinning or making faces at each other
lots of really good krisjan and krisnace moments tonight as well! kris sidled up to nace in ona and jan got in the way again but this time to play with kris. other than this i didn't really see much of kris though
someone get bojan some glasses because every time he tried to read a sign in the crowd he squinted so hard
before vkv someone had a sign that said they'd ask out their crush if they played padam and bojan said he would as kiki gave him his guitar. then they were like 'oh i've asked them out now' and bojan joked about not needing to play padam anymore. and he played the chorus but doesn't actually know it so got some of the chords wrong and it was awesome and very funny! then he dedicated vkv to them and said 'i hope your date goes better than that'.
in behind those eyes, jan and nace did a super slow version of their mating dance circling each other. i had wanted bluza but you can tell they really love playing behind those eyes so i still really enjoyed it
bojan dedicated omamljeno telo to a friend from primary school who'd flown from slovenia and had been a fan before joker out actually formed!
nace's glasses flew off in the middle of omamljeno telo right before jan's solo and bojan put them back on for him agdjafhkl
bojan couldn't keep his hands off nace in plastika as usual
bojan did the kakaka in carpe diem like he used to! but jure didn't come out at the end of it and they didn't do the hearts! it was very sad
it was someone's birthday and bojan sang a cute improvised happy birthday to them during umazane misli
literally the whole first half of umazane misli was jan and nace messing around - jan put a tiny fake hand on one of his guitar's tuning pegs and nace high fived it twice. he was turning in to nace to show him the hand and nace turned his bass upright and started playing it like that?
nace and jan just. lay down. in the um karaoke??? and started playing from the floor? NACE FLOWER CROWN! when he sat up and i could see him again i nearly had a heart attack istg.
the tiny fake hands made another appearance while bojan was introducing novi val and jure, nace, and jan all took turns stroking each other's faces with them it was so funny! nace stroked kris with one at one point. jan and nace did a high five with them too!
no pijano tonight sadly. but holy shit jan looks ethereal playing guitar i totally get why nace looks at him all the time lmao
anyway it was awesome and i had an amazing time!!
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Just for fun: let's see how many lines from Jax of the Amazing Digital Circus I can make work coming from Dabi from bnha:
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Dabi, as Shigaraki screams in the distance as he's dragged away: Oh no, they killed the boss. Anyway you guys wanna go get something to eat?
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Dabi: I'm fine with doing whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people.
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Dabi: Don't worry dollface, I've got a key to Mister's room.
Spinner: Wha-wait wh-why? You-you-you shouldn't have keys to anyone's rooms.
Dabi: Nah, I've got keys everywhere, and you've all been fine. By the way I may have left something in your room today so let me know if you find it. You're not afraid of Centipedes are you?
Spinner: Dabi! That's literally my only fear, why would you do that?!?
Dabi: What? It could be a completely unrelated question. You'll never know until it's too late.
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Dabi, out of breath: 'Sup *breaths out* fellas.
Twice: Dabi!!! We found the hero hole. *points at a hole in the ground.*
Dabi: Cool.
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Dabi, to Midnight: You know, you could have asked for my consent before forcing me to see something to completely and utterly disgusting.
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Twice: Oh hey look, there's Shigaraki. Hi Shigaraki!
Shigaraki: Ugh, help me you idiots!
Dabi: Kinda rude boss, now I don't wanna help you.
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Present Mic 'cause why not: We are heroes! You will be heroes! God will be heroes!
Dabi: This is dumb and weird.
Mic: Er, well...you're still reading it.
Dabi: I'm not here for you guys or anything I'm just hiding from the-*interrupted as a Nomu crashes through the ceiling onto Mic.*
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Dabi: Ladies first. *let's Toga go in front of him before*, no wait why would I say that. *shoves her out of his way and goes first.*
Shigaraki: …Wait, the CEO (Redesto) isn't even here? Wasn't this whole thing for him!?
Dabi: Be quiet. I can't hear the escalator.
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Shigaraki: Man, I can't believe Mister just gave up like that. I mean no offence Twice but I always thought you would be next.
Twice: Thank you.
Dabi: I guess is just goes to show you can't rely on Twice for anything.
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Dabi: You know I am pretty hungry
Toga: You didn't even do anything!
Dabi: So what? I can still be hungry.
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Recording gone...right?
word count: ~1.2k
warnings: none
genre: flustering Bae, this is a new genre at this point
a/n: Any brainrot you have? Send them all. I need them, they are giving me that sweet, sweet serotonin. (This goes to everyone, because while I have my own ideas for stories, you guys always seem to think of something completely different and I love it.)
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Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!
!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!
!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!
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Their fans didn’t even know their beloved idols would have another album coming out soon, yet the members were already working hard on it. They were all very excited, even more than usual -and that was hard to achieve-, because they would be working with a famous japanese singer this time, LiSA. She was known for several things, some anime openings being on that extensive list and you could bet that some of the boys knew at least one or two of those songs by heart. They were too big of a weeb to not.
Amongst them the worst ones were Jisung and Bae, the two socially awkward anime fans. Just from the mere thought of meeting her had their palms turning clammy and their hearts speed up, but only after leaping into their throats. Thankfully or not, they wouldn’t be meeting with the famous singer for a while, needing to work on the songs on their own first.
“Can you believe it, Hyung? Not only did Chan hyung laugh at me when I accidentally messed something up while recording, but he shouted into the mic!”
It was Jisung complaining after his day of recording, his tired form draped over Bae’s. It wasn’t by the latter’s choice, since the young quokka attacked him and started acting like his personal blanket the moment their eyes met. Bae knew he had no choice but to accept his fate, the man too stubborn to leave him be.
“Aaaaaah, Baeeeee hyuuung, it was so horrible, I think I got permanent hearing damage.” - at this, Bae just looked at Jisung with a raised eyebrow.
“I know, I know, we’re loud, you say it all the time, but I’m serious this time! Gimme a kiss! I need someone to kiss it better!” - the younger asked shamelessly, doe eyes glistening as he was craning his head to look at Bae.
Now, Bae really loved his members, he truly did, and he would never hurt them purposefully, but the thought of just shoving Jisung down onto the floor from top of him did cross his head for a second. Maybe even two. But instead he just took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he just got up from the couch -with the clingy squirrel in his hold, who just squeaked at this lightly- and pushed Jisung into Minho’s arms, who just arrived because he was visiting them for something.
He didn’t even wait and explain his actions -something that Minho and Jisung were both asking and whining for-, just straight up walked away and left to his room. Right until Chan got a hold of him, the kangaroo’s head peeking out through the small gap he opened his door to.
“Bae, can you please come in for a sec? I wanna discuss something about tomorrow’s recording.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, his feet immediately turning and pivoting into Chan’s room, closing the door behind himself. He sat next to his hyung, who had his famous laptop in his lap, the screen illuminating both their faces in the darkness.
“I know you have excellent english, but I wanted to go over some lines before we record them tomorrow. Especially because some of them might be a bit too high for you at first.” - Chan explained, no ill intent in his voice.
Bae nodded as he listened to his leader talk, singing sometimes in a quiet voice, carving the melody and the words into his flesh. He knew Chan only wanted the best for him, so he wanted to do his best in return. They spent their time like that, not even noticing it was past midnight already, several hours passing by as they started discussing things in great detail. They went over the already recorded parts, thinking about how to tweak them slightly, how other parts needed to be recorded in the future.
Sometimes the aussie forgot that Bae wasn’t part of 3RACHA, since the younger always let him gush about music production, understanding and curiosity glistening in Bae’s eyes.
Soon they wrapped the impromptu meeting up, wishing the other goodnight, before inevitably meeting up the next day in the recording studio.
Bae arrived there early, wanting to warm up his voice in time before the recording. He greeted all the staff members, doing a double take when he saw not only Chan, but every member of 3RACHA in the chairs. Those sneaky bastards just grinned at him and waved, causing Bae to huff and start regretting his life choices. Because he knew there would be teasing to be had, even though they were also recording for STAY. Although that never stopped them before, so why would it now?
After successfully warming up his voice and tweaking with the settings a bit, Bae was ready and signalled for the others.
Chan only commented a few times, needing a bit of correction here and there: sometimes for the rhythm, sometimes for the feel of a few lines. They were usually solved in the next take, making everything go smoothly.
Right until the boys started playing around.
You see, Bae had this habit of doing tiny dance moves while singing, the choreography singed into his body for the song already. And every single time, Chan and/or the others would comment on it, purposefully pressing the button so Bae would hear it. Giggles and comments about how cute he was would fill his ears, dusting his cheeks pink, causing the others to react stronger. It was a hellish cycle, one that continued usually only until Bae would take off the headphones and turn away from them, staring up at the ceiling in silence. This way the others and himself would slowly calm down, otherwise he would have to record his lines while Changbin was shouting pickup lines at him.
He really wanted to get out of there.
“Okay, okay, that was good. Now you only need to sing the part everyone has, and you’re done. FIghting!” - Chan announced, urging Bae to look the lines over on the paper and nod.
It only took a single take, the others on the opposite side of the glass loudly voicing their opinions, as always.
“Wooow, that was perfect, Bae! You got the emotion down to a t.” - Chan said, his voice firm over the headphones.
“Of course, Hyung’s my boyfriend, he is perfect!” - Changbin added in, proudly standing there with a silly little smile on his face.
“What?! No, you greedy pig. You want Hyunjin and him both? He’s mine!” - Jisung whined back, causing Bae to huff and go over to calm them after waving tinily at the recording camera, seeing the staff members fighting a headache already.
It was always like that with Changbin, Bae getting a handful of headaches just from being in the studio with him, helping with the songs. The little dwaekki was always loud and voiced his opinions strongly, and Bae could only silently grimace as he went to go buy some apology drinks for the equally tired and suffering staff members. And for himself. Gods, did he not like coffee and its taste, but he downed a latte or two sometimes, just to get through those recording sessions.
“What’ll make you two stop?” - he tiredly asked, a sigh leaving his form once again.
“A kiss.” - they answered in perfect sync.
“Forget I asked. Good luck, Hyung.”
“What, wait, and where’s mine?”
But Bae was already out the door, done with the boys’ shenanigans for the day.
#Bae loves them and isn't really annoyed#he just got too flustered to stay there#this is as gay as it gets boys and girls#because your author cannot take any more#i am as shy as one can get for reasons lmao#anyway#enjoy!#god i fucking love social path#listening to it is not enough anymore#i need to inject it directly into my veins#stray kids#skz#stray kids oc#skz oc#stray kids 9th member#skz 9th member#glacial prince#bang chan#seo changbin#han jisung#request#stray kids fanfiction#skz fanfiction#stray kids fanfic#skz fanfic
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Folie à deux II: Addams
As the crowd roars as the final note plays, (Y/n) stands before them, exhausted but smiling. He raises the mic to his mouth and gives one last speech.
“Before I leave.. i Wanna say something, you can do anything you put your mind to, put your mind towards it and you’ll reach the top, legends never die. “ with those parting words he departed the stage to applause that could be heard around the world, (Y/n) walks off stage and to his manager, Karl, after a bit of reluctance he accepted one, and he’s never looked back on it. He slumps down wand Karl sits with him.
“Last city, and ended it with a bang, gotta say you did perfect, Celebes are all over your Twitter.” He said smiling and pats (Y/n) on the shoulder.
“Thanks..” (Y/n) Said, obviously weary.
“Look get on the bus, we’ll head home and you take a long break, I’m sure you got more music to work on.” He says and (Y/n) nods and stretched, and headed back to the tour bus, after sitting inside the exquisite bus, he hears the tv play.
“(Y/n)‘s “Welcome World” Tour had ended and with over 40 concerts done it ends and overall fantastic reception, after a debut single and his first Album “Beyond.” Eyes Are on the young star and we can only imagine what he has in store.” They say, he turns the tv off and falls into a deep sleep.
A Few months pass, and all seems well for you, while a big chunk of the internet is absolutely crazy for you, you never let it get to your heard, more importantly your music is slowing down unfortunately, working 20 hours straight trying to focus on producing a beat takes its toll physically and mentally. As you slump in your chair across your station, Karl enters and peers over.
“You Look Tired, Cmon take a Break, i Wanna talk to you about somethin.” He said, you reluctantly stop the beat and remove your headphones.
“What’s up?” You say and Karl sits down.
“I’ve been thinking and you’re burned out, you can’t keep this up forever and you’ll end up hating it, so, why don’t you focus on somethin different for a bit?” He says.
“Like?” You say asking for an example. Karl leans in.
“This is between you and us, but I chatted with some executives on Netflix and they’re producing a show, you know the Addams family right?” He says, and you smirk and snap your fingers twice.
“Who doesn’t?” You reply.
“Okay Okay Smart ass.” He replies jokingly, “Netflix wants to do a series on the Uh, what’s her name? Wednesday.. yeah and it’s going to be in a boarding school, and with that type of young actors, it’s perfect for you to get your feet wet.” He explains.
“Sounds cool Enough..” you say. And check your phone. “How longs the shoot?”
“Few months? They got the girl from scream or whatever.” Karl says, which immediately catches you off guard, your head jerks up and you lean in.
“Jenna?” You ask.
“Uh yeah that’s her name, she was in other movies but yeah— so—“
“Yes!” You say a bit too excited for Karl, who was caught off guard. He chuckles, “Okay kid don’t go kissing her feet when you see her.”
You scoff at this.
“Ha! As if I-I don’t.. do that.” You say, and Karl shrugs, “I’ll call the executives and let Em know.” He says and leaves you alone, a giddy feeling in your chest goes wild as you stand up, reinvigorated!
The next week was the first week of shooting, and was nerve wracking, sitting inside your trailer you read the script, the director, the Tim Burton stood across from you, a legend who made some of the most unique films, a Nightmare Before Christmas, The Corpse Bride, Beetlejuice! Even the 1989 Batman film! It was like meeting a figure from your childhood.
“Okay, so.. who am I going to play?”
“You’ll be playing a man named (Y/n) Healy. An Irish demon, you’ve heard of the old tale of Balor and the evil eye? Basically that, but a more, human aspect.”
“Okay… and his role is he the, Villian?”
“No, in fact he’s going to be with Wednesday.” He says and your face loses color, wether it was excitement or embarrassment, you weren’t sure but you don’t hate the idea. “Okay.” You say nodding.
“I’ll method act the blindness, I’ll need a cane..”
“The props we have will work wonders, but it’ll be up to you to make the watchers believe it.”
“Yeah.” You say with confidence, Tim nods and leaves and you read over the first episode, and start to come to some terms with what you’ll be doing. You stand up to go get dressed and out of the trailer, and you’re suddenly almost face to face with a blonde haired girl.
“Oh! Sorry.” She says, and you step back, but accidentally bump into the the trailer with a bang.
“Oh! Hey!!” You day as she obviously tries not to laugh. You awkwardly chuckle. “My bad if this was your trailer..”
“It’s not.. i just came to say hey, I’m Emma, I play Enid.”
“Myers?” You reply and she nods, you shake her hand.
“It’s great to meet you!”
“You too! Your musics pretty amazing, so when I heard you were a part of this I just had to say hello at least.” Emma says and you thank her immensely.
“Thanks, seriously I mean it, so.. are you heading to make up?”
“I am, ready?” She says and you nod, following, entering another trailer to get your face to look as unrealistically handsome as possible, you continue to talk.
“So, your character is a, Werewolf? That’s.. pretty cool.”
“really?” She replies, “I’m glad, Tim showed me how her character works and, I think I can make it, yours sounds charming, charismatic and kinda chaotic.”
“Huh, then I’ll do just fine.” You say, the words barely rolled in your mind before you said that, which made you just sound egotistical, but Emma smiles
“You’re confident! That’s good!” She says, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile. You get dressed with your glasses and work on your script with Emma, and prepare for the first scene for you to shoot. You sit on a stone bench and are awaiting, and you hear a “Action.” You pretend to drink Tea, before Emma, (Enid), walks over and places her hands over your “Blind” eyes
"Guess Who~" She says, and You play your role to perfection
"Enid.. you know that doesn't work, right?" You say, and she lets go, and sits next to you. You turn to her, but act as if you can’t see her.
"I know, but I didn't want to cover your ears, you couldn't hear me then (Y/n)." She says smiling.
"Well, what's new? You're pretty exited.." You ask. And she acts so; amazingly, her cheerful tone, the cute highlights in her hair.
"I should and called you about it but let me give you the deets, I'm getting a roomie!" She says, and you smile in response to this
"That's great, is someone changing dorms?" You ask.
"No, she's transferring from another school, Wednesday Addams! I did. my research and she got expelled from her last school." She explains and you Sip from the tra
"Yeah she tossed piranhas into the school pool and a boy lost a testicle." She flatly said, and you, which wasn’t part of the script almost cough up the tea. Instead of asking to stop you roll with it
"E-Enid, are you... sure You want someone like that to Room with you? I think Principal Weems would understand you wanting a transfer."
"What? No! We're going to be the best of friends! I can already picture it! Doing each others hair, nails, talking about all the gossip at Nevermore, the Boys~" She says, you nod sadly and go with it
"Well, I hope you have fun then." You said, before Principal Weems spoke up from behind you.
"Miss Sinclair." She said with this gaudy and proper tone, Enid quickly turns around, and smiles.
"Please, allow me to bring you up to your new Roommate, good morning also to you Mister Healy." She said, turning her attention towards you, and give a bow.
"Good Morning Principal." He replies, "Could I ask you what time it is?" You say, and she checks her watch.
"Nearing Seven."
"Ah, well I should get to feeding the crows then." You stand up with your cane and walk over to a cage of birds, granted the bird keeper said they don’t bite, but you don’t prefer to take risks, you “feed” them, you act oblivious of the two approaching and you recite the lines in your head.
"And this, is (Y/n) Hearly. (Y/n), this is Wednesday Addams." Emma says, you turn around to act oblivious again, but you couldn’t this time, her clothing, her deadpanned face, even though she showed no emotion you were absolutely smitten by her, Wednesdays Addams, Tara carpenter, those names meant nothing to you, the only word that rang though your mind, was “Jenna”.
#netflix#male reader#wednesday#wednesday addams x male reader#reader insert#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday x reader#wedensday x you#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x male reader
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Eddie hated sports, with all of guts. He enjoyed interviewing people but when it came to sports he knew nothing. The people he typically asked questions to were all the movie stars and huge rockstars, it wasn’t all that hard to come up with question for people who he was actually interested in! He had gotten the call the night before from Robin Buckley, a friend of his who was also a journalist but did everything he hated. Which was sports. Of course his first question was why Nancy Wheeler wasn’t the first option for this. (Apparently she was out with the same thing Robin got, how convenient)
So that’s how Eddie found himself standing on a baseball field with a awkward smile. Shoulders tense as he gives the camera a plead for help. He had no idea what he was doing, and thankfully someone knew that and prepared questions for him to ask. He was wearing his Black Sabbath baseball jersey, the only sports related thing he owned. His hair was pulled up in a bun as he waits patiently for whoever the fuck he was interviewing to come over. Everything about this was boring, and he was more than willing to get hit in the head with a baseball to stop this interview from happening. Robin Buckley owed him he left kidney.
He straightens himself up when he sees one of the guys running off the field. He was buff yet somehow lean in a nice dad bod kind of way, he ran smoothly across the fired laughing with guys on the field. Eddie did not know who this was, but he wasn’t that dumb to not guess that this guy was probably a huge deal right now. His number was twenty eight, and he was right in front of the camera within seconds. He doesn’t even look like he broke a sweat getting to them. His smile is bright as he shakes hands with the camera guy, and then Eddie’s. Who’s mind goes blank for a second trying to process what was happening. His hand was twice the size of Eddie’s, palm rough from playing to much baseball and the shirt he was wearing was not hiding how big his chest was.
“Hi I’m Steve.” He introduces with a sweet smile. And oh god he looked like a golden retriever. “You must be Eddie right? Robin called and told me I would be talking to you today.” He hums gently. Eyes never leaving Eddie’s. (Fuck he was also super respectful) The guy was extremely charismatic and Eddie’s brain was not handling it well. Snapping into action he stutters over his words for a second.
“Yeah I’m Eddie, I know absolutely nothing about sports so don’t expect this to be the best interview you’ve ever gotten.” He laughs gently smiling a bit at the other who’s attitude doesn’t change. He just nods his head in understanding.
“Yeah don’t worry, Robin acts like she knows what she’s talking about all the time as well. You’ll be fine.” He says with a knowing grin. Playfully patting Eddie on the shoulder as he leans around him to take a water from one of the numerous people surrounding them. Once again Eddie’s brain stutters. He turns around himself taking the mic that he would be holding up for Steve talk into.
It doesn’t take long for everyone to get situated, the camera on and recording as Eddie asks the most basic questions ever (steve some how turns them interesting) they are almost finished and Eddie has to say that this wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought. Up until the point Steve moves faster then Eddie can catch on. Hand in the air with a baseball now, something that wasn’t there before. It was only a few inches away from hitting Eddie in the head. “Guys! Keep it on the fire!” Steve is yelling, as he quickly pitches it back to one of his teammates. Eddies a little shocked, that was kind of the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life. He’s pretty sure if he could get wet, he would be right now. His mouth is open a bit as Steve turns back to him.
“Sorry about that, sometimes they don’t know how to keep the ball on the field.” He chuckles, sounding extremely embarrassed. As if he didn’t just save Eddie’s life.
“Dude you were like- one of the Cullens from twilight fast how the fuck?” Of course they had to bleep the word out as Steve smiles with a blush. Arms crossed over his chest bashfully. Everyone around them snorting a bit at Eddie’s comparison. “What! That’s literally the only time baseball has been on my tv!” He says laughing gently as he turns back to Steve who was close to a laughing fit.
“We should probably get off the field before any of them hear you comparing me to twilight.” Steve laughs as he moves gesturing for the interview to move somewhere more safe.
And if Eddie walks away with a phone number, and with a dozens of messages from Robin and Nancy about how they just seen the interview. Well that was for him to know.
#baseball player steve harrington#Eddie munson#journalist eddie munson#steddie#stranger things#steve x eddie#steve harrington#bxb#steveharrington#steveddie#eddie stranger things#steve and eddie#Eddie nearly dies from a baseball#he walks away with a phone number#he’s never been more attracted to a man in his life
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So here's my take on if the countries were Gaming YouTubers/Twitch Streamers I Guess you could call this part of the Human AU?
Alfred (America): War games and first person shooters. His fans are mostly men, but also has a hefty following of teen girls and Young adult women who are obsessed with him (Think Markiplier and Jackspeticeye). Uses a face cam and talks more about his personal life than the actual game he’s playing also SCREAMS, but that’s what people like about him that they know so much about him. He attends a lot of cons you either love him or hate him no in between. Has a LOT of brand deals and is the face of an energy drink.
Matthew (Canada): He plays a lot of Nintendo games full playthroughs. His most popular is his Animal Crossing one that’s up to over 400 parts he uploads almost twice a week. Couldn’t be more different than his brothers channel. He just uses a mic and comments really softly over his chill game play just about what he needs to do and what he’s doing next. occasionally he’ll get really excited like when he catches an new fish he’s been looking for. It’s something you’d sit down and binge watch with a cup of tea on a really cold or rainy day. If he and America a streaming at the same time you can hear muffled screams from the other room that he’ll apologize for.
Arthur (England): Only reviews games. But he doesn’t show you him playing the game, like a week after it comes out he’ll make a 20 minute video on why he hated or liked the game and rate it on a 10 point scale. He’s not nice about it either. He rarely likes any game and claims that when he was a kid everything was better. He tends to like Indie games rather that AAA titles.
Francis (France): Only plays bad games. Goes through the lowest rated games on steam and plays them. He always beats them no matter how odd or unplayable they are.
Yao (China): Basically he just plays bootlegged games and really obscure games. Like: Barbie games(Has played all of them), Weird 90's learning PC games and bootlegged Mario where you play as Pikachu instead of Mario and none of the buttons work. If he plays newer games they are so modded that you can hardly tell what it was before. Sometimes he’ll have to pause because he’s laughing so hard. People quote him all the time around the internet.
Ivan (Russia): Mostly plays nostalgia games from the past like Super Mario World and Donkey Kong Country. But occasionally he'll play a RPG like fall out or Skyrim. He’ll talk about himself like while he plays but he tells you super embarrassing and funny story’s from when he was a kid.
Ludwig (Germany): Does not have a channel of his own…
Gilbert (Prussia): He makes his younger brother who’s terrible at games play games and doesn’t tell him what it’s about or what to do and he just watched him get angrier and angrier. Sometimes he’ll play with him too and just beat him so hard that you’re sure he’ll never get him to play again but he’s back again next week. He’ll release stuff that he does by himself during the week but it’s usually just him playing random games. Lately Germany has bee getting better at games so they’ve been releasing them playing FIFA together and it’s pretty popular.
Kiku (Japan): Speed runner. He beat games so fast that he goes to competitions. He also does playthroughs of Japanese RPG games. He’s also a competitive Mario Kart and Smash bros. player. He has a face cam during his videos but hardly ever says a word because he’s concentrating
Feliciano & Romano (North&South Italy): They play horror games. Neither of them are good at video games and are afraid of everything so it’s good fun to watch them lose their shit on their face cam. They got popular by playing Five Nights when it first came out and now people send them all the horror games they can to play. They stick with it and end up beating it but it’s a hell of a ride.
#hetalia#hws america#hws canada#hws england#hws france#hws russia#hws china#hws germany#hws prussia#hws japan#hws italy#hws romano#alfred f. jones#matthew williams#arthur kirkland#francis bonnefoy#ivan braginski#yao wang#ludwig beilschmidt#gilbert beilschmidt#kiku honda#romano vargas#feliciano vargas#original
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Harvest Moon Festival writing is pretty good actually
🌖Like upon watching I notice this scene alone establishes the theme of the episode without shoving it in your face, and you might miss it on your first watch, but there are so many subtle details. Also it immediately follows the first passing Bechdel Test scene in the series
🌖 Wally Wackford is irritated by Stolas, you can see it even despite his customer service smile when Stolas rudely snatches the mic out of his hand (twice)
🌖Stolas then says “Greetings tiny, wrath ring…imps” It’s so awkward, and he’s being so fucking rude and demeaning and everyone has to endure through it cause they wanna see the magic trick
🌖He pissed off everyone when he said ‘Celebrate the spoils of your labour which feed the citizens of hell!’ Everyone looks irritated and insulted. Most of their hard work goes underpaid, they’re the poor class designated to manual labour. While Goetia and other royals parasitise off them and get all the best food
🌖 when flirting with Blitz, Stolas doesn’t really care if the “tiny” “itty bitty” imps see him do something like this because they don’t really matter. But people like Asmodeus do matter to him. And I think that’s when Wally finally got his adorable revenge
(Small cutaway into Ozzies)
🔮Are you sleeping with an imp!? (The tiny ones you see as so beneath you?) Lmaoo wally I love you pop off king. This is the only time he can call out Stolas without the threat of murder. Also sarcastic chorus hates him so he’s objectively the best character by law.
🔮Asmodeus makes no secret that he has imp intimate partners (the lovey dovey part is the secret) He’s fine with an ‘unemotional bang sesh’ being known. And this makes the “How the mighty do fall” Line even better because this openly casteist man has destroyed his whole life over some guy he sees as inferior to him and who is literally ashamed of their exploitative contract he is forced into—but he thinks that’s love
🔮 id redo the start and have Blitz be the one sad alone and watching Hella Novella and saying “that’s a mood Gabriella” to make us actually empathise with him, not his fucking abuser. Then scrolling through Millie and Moxie photos, wondering how they got where they are, and saying fuck it, he grabs some binoculars and starts following them to the elevator. Stolas keeps calling him incessantly as always and he just says fuck it I’ll use him back for once. At the end if they wrote Stolas calling the whole thing funny and nervously asking if sex is on the table, and then for an apology from Blitz as if he did nothing wrong, skip his wimpy manipulative owl crying, then the writing becomes consistent.
🌖Striker is great in the above Harvest Moon scene. He is definitely pissed off by Stolas too but is keeping his cool and just smiling. He completely blends in. He’s slippery.
🌖He carefully observed Blitz get irritated by Stolas’ unwanted advances and pretends he finds it funny. Everyone else is after all. But he can see he’s being treated as a plaything and will bring that up to him later. Already being a better friend than fucking Millie and Moxie giggling.
🌗He should say that him and Blitz have more skill and achievements than most of their kind, like the contest just showed, not “superior” skip him calling Moxie little and a vermin. It’s shit. It terminates you from thinking about the themes. The one who hired him should have been one of the new imp characters we were introduced to so it removes the completely silly “but he’s a hypocrite” aspect
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Hello! Love your blog! Could I please request a Jihyo x 10th Member F!Reader angst (lots of angst), but with a happy ending. You can take the story wherever you want, I don't mind. Thank you in advance!
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Jihyo x fem!reader
- angst w/ a slightly-happy ending? [not really] more of a sad ending, but Jihyo seems happy. (Death. Suicide. Yelling)
“following up, famous kpop idol Y/N from the girl group TWICE recently passed away, on October 22nd, the reason is yet to be revealed, and we pray for the well-being of her friends and family, the group themselves have taken a break but who knows if they’ll ever comeback after losing one of their beloved mem-”
The TV suddenly turned off, Jihyo groaned before looking for the remote, which she swore she left right beside her, next to the pile of used tissues, it’s gotta be somewhere here-
“looking for this?” Jihyo turned and noticed Sunmi, the woman was close with her, after the events that happen she allowed her to stay with her for as long as she likes. Jihyo’s family never approved of the relationship she had with you, but she just felt so happy when you too were together that she no longer cares about them, of course the public didn’t know that.
“hey, I was watching something. Give it back” Jihyo groans while lazily reaches over, in a fowl attempt to take the remote back.
“Nope” Jihyo huffs crossing her arms and laying back on the couch, and Sunmi goes to sit next to her (after swiping all the used tissue to the floor). “Jihyo” The younger girl looks over, “you need to get out. You can’t just sit inside and grieve all day. Do you think Y/N would want that?”
Jihyo goes back to stare at the blank screen, “how would you know what Y/N wants?” She whispers, her chin begins to quiver, as she brings her arms up to wipe her eyes. “Hey, hey” Sunmi coos, before bringing Jihyo into her arms, “it’s okay, it’s okay, the girls are worried about you, have you even contacted any of them?” No. She hasn’t, she hasn’t talked or texted or communicated with anyone but Sunmi for the past month. But she’s there, she looks at all the notifications on her phone, especially the group chat, they’re so thoughtful, although she never replies they always include her. This whole month she’s been ghosting them. She knows that they’re all planning on meeting at your favorite restaurant, just as a 'get together' to see what everyone has been doing this past month, and she’s been invited.
"They're doing a get-together at Y/N's favorite restaurant, they set up an arrangement for 10 at her favorite table" Jihyo murmurs.
"Oh, I could drop you off, what ti-"
"three hours before midnight" Sunmi chuckles patting Jihyo's back before getting up, "alright you better be ready 30 minutes before"
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Jihyo fumbles with her fingers, standing in front of the building. It's just her members, she doesn't know why she feels so nervous, they've known each other for years, why does it feel like she's meeting them for the first time.
"I'm picking you up in two hours! Have fun baby mic!" Sunmi calls out, before getting in her car and driving off.
Alright, you got this Jihyo, you are the [former] leader after all.
She notices that only seven of them are there, all seated and quietly chatting among themselves. Nayeon is the one to notice Jihyo nervously walking up, "Jihyo! You came!" she jumps up giving Jihyo a tight hug, and then Jihyo is being passed around into the arms of each girl, before she takes her seat. "where's Sana?" Dahyun huffs crossing her arms, "She's late like always!"
Jeongyeon groans, "why am I not supri-"
"I'm here!" A loud voice shrieks, making Jeongyeon jump in her seat, "jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack!"
The girls all sat down and got settled, and after ordering, conversation began, "did you get that jacket you wanted? the blue one?"
"Yup it was on sale actually!"
“have you watched the new drama that came out last week?”
“I’ve only watched the first episode, the protagonist is hot as hell, what about you?”
Jihyo begins to smile, and for the first time in a month her lips beginning to lift up slightly. Everyone is acting so normal. Her eyes fall onto the empty tenth seat. Then she looks at the food on the surrounding tables, how they are brought out in hefty amounts, and how customers enjoy their drinks and look satisfied after each bite. Everyone is acting so normal? Her smile on the verge of forming, begins to fall. Why? Did they just forget about you? You're dead for christ sake! "Jihyo?" She hums, "are you okay? are you cold? You keep moving in your seat" Jihyo glares right at Momo, "You never asked Y/N if she was alright?" Momo is surprised by this, "Sorry, what?" Jihyo gets up, angry, "You guys are completely ignoring her empty chair! You haven't even mentioned her!" She's frustrated, Mina gets up as well "Jihyo you need to calm down, we just want to catch up with each other thats-"
"No!" Everyone jumps at her voice, "You guys need to open your eyes! Of all places, you choose a restaurant!" And with that she storms out, she didn't even last an hour, more or less thirty minutes. They want to eat! After a month they choose to stuff their mouths! Jihyo aimlessly walks towards a park, you didn't deserve that. You starved yourself to exhaustion, day after day everyone heard you in the bathroom, getting rid of your dinner, you said it was stomach flu. And her fists began to clench at the thought of your personal manager, he was ruthless always putting you on diets and giving you extra time to practice. No one asked if you were okay, instead, they'd all watch movies while you came back all sweaty.
No one came into your room in the middle of the night to check on you. Jihyo knows that because she would be there with you, holding your hand, brushing your hair off your face, kissing away your tense muscles and tears. She should have been there with you, she should have come to that extra two hours of practice, maybe she could have called someone, maybe you could have been saved.
Wiping her tears away she stops walking, staring right into the infamous Han River, she makes her way towards the bridge, picking up rocks along away, stuffing them into her pockets. She can't save you, but she can be with you. The ends of her lips begin to lift up, she smiles, she smiles for you, for the first time in a month, now she's laughing, she laughing loudly, throwing her head back. She's happy, she's going to be with you! She's going to stay with you!
"I'm coming! I'm coming Y/N!" She yells.
"I'll hold you baby, I'll hold you" She whispers.
Suddenly it's cold.
It's cold and quiet.
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