#queue are the cause of my euphoria
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Euphoria - JJK
Paring: Jeon Jungkook x Fem!reader
Type: One-shot
Word Count: 3.7k
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Lil bit of angst.
Warnings: smut, dom!jk, sub!reader, pet names, praise kink, fingering, Jungkook being complicated, major fluff throughout - especially at the end.
Summary: You and Jungkook sit next to each other in English class and it's only when your professor assigns every pair with a project that the two of you begin to realise how much you really feel.
A/N: This one is gonna be long and it might drag on so deepest apologies for that but enjoy the ride!!
You and Jungkook sit next to each other in English class.
The two of you have never gotten along.
"Hey Y/N, have you ever thought of wearing a mask?" Jungkook asks.
"No, why?" you reply, turning to send an unamused look to the boy.
"Because then I wouldn't have to see your ugly face every day," he cackles.
"Jungkook, Y/N, can we be quiet please," your professor says. "So, as I was saying, I will be assigning you and your partners with a project to complete over the next two weeks-"
Your face drops.
So does Jungkook's.
"-and I will be choosing what tasks you must complete for the specific type of story I ask you to write. So, one of you come up here to the front and queue next to my desk for me to give you a subject. You will have the rest of this lesson to plan what you will do with the prompt I give you."
You let out a quiet groan, but Jungkook manages to hear you.
Of course, he has to make an unnecessary comment.
"You're upset, at least I'm good looking! I have to put up with your ugly ass in my spare time for two weeks straight."
"Oh, shut the fuck up, Jungkook," you say, standing up and walking away to get the prompt.
You walk over to your teacher's desk and join the queue.
After around three minutes, you reach the front of the line and receive your prompt.
"I want you and Jungkook to really bond over these next two weeks so with this, I want you to use this polaroid to take photos to prove to me that you and him have solved all conflicts. Use this to create a comic book kind of layout," he explains.
"Sir, you have to be joking."
"Nope, now get on with it," he says, handing you a polaroid and a small notebook to mate notes in for the actual project.
"What!?" Jungkook shouts when you tell him causing the whole class to look over at the two of you in confusion, your professor shaking his head.
Walking away felt like the worse decision of your life because you could only imagine the look on Jungkook's face when you tell him
---
"Look, I don't want this as much as you do but we have to just get it over with," you explain, placing the camera in front of him.
"I know you're way better than me at photography, so I'll let you have that."
Walking out of class with Jungkook hot on your heels was a strange feeling, he had never followed you out before.
"Don't try and suck up to me now, Y/N," he snaps, rolling his eyes and pushing his hair back in anger.
---
He grabs you by the shoulder and pushed you up against the lockers, his figure towering over yours with his hands pressed on the doors beside your head.
"Listen to me now, you freak," he snarls. "Just because I am spending the next two weeks with you doesn't mean I will begin to feel any less hatred against you, understand?"
"Jungkook, I couldn't give a fuck less what you will think of me by the end of this project, because I'll still hate you just as much."
Shoving his arms from next to you, you walk away flipping him off with an angered frown on your face.
This will be an entertaining two weeks.
The next period was lunch, and you were so grateful to spend it with your best friend, Jimin.
Jimin was surprisingly good friends with Jungkook which was pretty hard for you since the two of you hate each other's guts.
Because of this, it wasn't a shock to you when you found him sat with Jungkook when you walked into the cafeteria, a small smile on lips.
"Can you move?" you ask the boy, stood behind him.
"Do you hear that, Jimin?" Jungkook asks in response.
"Haha, very funny, now get the fuck up and go away."
"She's feisty," he chuckles.
You sit down next to Jungkook but shove your elbow into him, pushing him off the bench.
"Thank you," you smirk, looking down at him on the floor.
He sends you a death glare and scrambles up off the floor before quickly walking off.
"Do you have to be so mean to each other all the time?" Jimin questions, shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth.
The next day, you had to begin your project with Jungkook.
"Yes."
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Both of you were not looking forward to this at all but it was okay for this lesson as the two of you got to work separately to take background photos for the comic.
Jungkook took the camera around the classroom and outdoor field, snapping pictures of the papers and trees, letting them develop on the floor before taking them back in.
You were left with the drawing board.
You drew out the base of the comic sheet, the squares as to where each photo would go, where the text will go and who will illustrate each page.
To avoid argument, you ignored Jungkook when he returned to his chair, spreading out the photos on the desk and choosing his favourites.
You couldn't help but admire him sometimes.
Now was one of those times.
You knew you shouldn't but it never mattered as to how much you hated him, you had to admit he was pretty.
His hair hung over his eyebrow, his tongue poked out of his mouth to mess with his lip ring and his nose scrunched when he disagreed with himself.
Unfortunately for you, he caught you looking.
"See something you like, freak?" he asks, sending you a dirty look.
You scoff, roll your eyes and look away.
Why did he have to be such a dick all the time?
"Have you chosen the photos for the first page yet?" You question, flipping the paper back to the opening page where four empty boxes lay, waiting for photos to be stuck in them.
"Give me time," he says. "This takes time y'know?"
"Yeah right."
"Okay then. How about you go out and try to take photos of whatever could fit in this fucking comic!" Jungkook exclaimed.
"Jungkook!" shouted your professor. "I will not be hearing any more of that language, do you understand?"
Jungkook simply nods at him before turning back to you, his annoyance clear on his face.
You look away from him because you know he's right, it must take a lot of thinking to try and get some of the shots he did.
"That's what I thought," he mumbles.
---
For the rest of the hour, you and Jungkook didn't speak much, all it consisted of was him passing you the photos he liked and then pointing to where he think they'd look best.
"No, Jungkook, it would look better on the left," you said.
"No, on the right."
And even though he was still being a complete asshat, you quite liked working relatively well together, him concentrated on his pictures and you focusing on where to place them and such.
It was nice.
---
The following day you didn't have English.
Which meant you and Jungkook were going to have to actually meet up alone to do work.
Did I say that clear enough?
Alone.
You still hadn't figured out how you would even ask him as he's never willing to stay around you for more than 5 seconds if he doesn't have to.
Then... you cracket it.
All you had to do was ask Jimin to tell Jungkook to meet you at the end of the day near the front gate.
And boom, you wouldn't have to speak to him.
But when break came around, you discovered that Jimin wasn't in today.
Shit.
There was no way you could go looking for Jungkook.
It just felt so wrong.
As if the devil himself could read your mind, Jungkook appeared from around the corner.
You hated this.
Running over to him, you tapped his shoulder lightly.
He turned to face you with a small smirk on his face.
"Yes?"
"Look, before you say anything, this is solely for the purpose of the project-"
Why the fuck did you say that?
Silly bitch.
"Would you meet me at the front gate after school so we can start work on our project? Maybe we could go to the park or something?" You ask.
"Ugh, I completely forgot we'd have to do that." Jungkook groans. "Fine, but instead of going to the park, we'll just go to my place and stay in the garage, it's pretty empty in there and I don't want your ugly ass in my room or house."
"Oh okay." You respond, not expecting him to take you to where he lives.
"Are you going to leave or just stand here and embarrass yourself even more?" He grins.
You roll your eyes at him and walk away, giving him the finger as you left the cafeteria.
---
The whole day had dragged on since you had asked Jungkook to meet you.
You didn't really know why but you suspected it was because you weren't looking forward to it at all.
You just quickly had to grab something from your locker before you left to see him.
Opening your locker, you felt someone glaring at you.
It was Jebu.
That asshole.
"Can I help you?" You asked, turning to stare at him.
"No, I was just wondering why you chose him over me."
"Sorry? Chose who?"
"Jungkook, obviously," he says. "I thought we had something."
"We did," you said. "But then you ruined it. So who's fault is that?"
He scoffs and walks over to you, placing a hand on your waist.
"Jebu, can you please get your hand off me?" You asked.
"Why?" He responded. "You used to like it when I did that."
"Not anymore."
Jebu doesn't listen to you and keeps his hand firm on your waist.
"Come on, Jebu, just let go. I need to meet up with Jungkook for our project."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," he smirks.
"Then let me do it for you," a voice says from a little away from the two of you.
The boy shoves Jebu out the way and knocks him to the floor.
"She told you to get off."
That voice...
It sounded awfully familiar.
The boy turned and it was only when you saw his face that you realised who it was.
Jeon Jungkook.
"Jungkook... why did you-?"
He cuts you off.
"The only person who gets to be mean to you, is me," he says. "Now pick your bag up and come with me."
It took you a moment to process what he had said and and although it wasn't the nicest of comments, it did make you feel a little warm inside.
That even though the two of you hate each other as much as you do, he still helped you.
But anyways, pushing that behind you, you grabbed your bag and folder from your locker and followed Jungkook out to his car.
A black Mercedes.
"Cool car," you say, admiring it's perfectly shiny exterior.
"Thanks, I guess."
The inside was even more luxury.
With those white leather seats and a midnight black gearstick.
It was so pretty and you couldn't get enough of it.
Maybe Jungkook driving you around wasn't so bad as long as you stayed in this car.
---
When you got to his place, he immediately took you into the garage.
"Like I said," he begins. "I don't want you and your disgusting self in my house."
And he was back to being an asshole.
Opening the garage door, Jungkook was quick to point out where everything was.
Things like the bathroom, and where he kept his spare pens and such.
He had a small mini fridge in the corner filled with coke and beers if you wanted one.
The coke, maybe, but you took a hard pass on the beers for now.
The last thing you wanted to be doing was drinking with Jeon Jungkook.
You would never forgive yourself.
Sitting down at the nearest table, you open the folder with the comic plan in and the comic itself.
"Do you have any more of the photos or did we go through them all yesterday?" You ask.
"I still have a couple more but they're shit," Jungkook says, sitting across from you.
"Oh."
Now that you were here, you didn't know what to do.
"So I think what sir was saying is he wants us to take photos of us being with each other everyday for the next two weeks and then have like a page per day," Jungkook explains.
You knew it was weird of you to do so but you couldn't help but stare at his lips when he was talking.
His looks had always been your weakness.
"So what, do we just take a photo of each other and that's it?" You ask.
"I guess so, but I think we're meant to actually spend time together but I'm all for it if you leave now."
You hated how snarky he was.
He grabs the camera before you can, snapping a photo of your annoyed face before throwing the polaroid and camera back at you.
---
The next few days went by pretty quickly.
You had been going over to Jungkook's for the whole week and you two only had to get through the weekend to have the first week over and done with.
You were stood outside of school waiting for Jungkook to finish at basketball practice but because you were stupid, you had forgotten to bring a jacket with you so you were freezing.
The hour and a half of practice was soon to be over and you just couldn't wait to get into Jungkook's car and be warm with the heated seat on.
Over the past five days, you and Jungkook had grown slightly closer.
He hadn't been so mean to you in class or whenever he saw you in school.
He hadn't sent you as many dirty looks as he usually does.
He had let you into his house yesterday because he said it would let him focus better even though he had been perfectly fine the previous times.
Nevertheless, you still weren't allowed in his room and he still didn't want you or your "dirty self" in his room.
The bell rang, which meant that all additional student time was over and they needed to leave the building.
After a couple more minutes, you heard loud laughter coming from three boys walking out of the doors.
"Bye guys," Jungkook smiled at his friends, sending them a small wave before turning to walk towards you.
"Hey," he says, walking next to you.
You mumble a 'hey' back but because you were so cold, your teeth couldn't help but chatter.
"Y/N, you're freezing," Jungkook points out, a small hint of worry in his tone.
Next, he does something unexpected.
He removes his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, making sure it doesn't fall off.
"My car wouldn't start this morning so we have to walk," he says, turning the corner to begin the walk to his place.
"But Jungkook, you're gonna be cold," you say, removing the jacket from around you.
"If you don't put that jacket back on, I will leave you here all night."
You then stop talking and put the jacket back on, sliding your arms into the sleeves and pulling the ends over your hands.
You had to admit that the jacket was comfy and it smelled amazing.
Walking with Jungkook felt quite relaxing, especially since you weren't going at each other's throats.
While it's quiet, you think back to how you had come to like Jungkook.
You always knew you didn't completely hate him but now he was being a little nicer, you recognised that he was a pretty nice guy.
"Are you warm now?" Jungkook asks, interrupting your train of thought.
"Yeah, thanks," you say, a small smile on your face as you look up at him to reply.
"Look," Jungkook says, stopping in the middle of the path. "I'm sorry I've been such an asshole to you this past year. I know we've both hated each other for a while but ever since I started really getting to know you during this project and what things you like and who you look up to, I've come to realise you're one of the best people I know. I just wanted to apologise for the way I've been treating you lately and I hope this next week can be us really trying to put all conflict behind us."
"I never thought I'd ever hear you say that."
He simply chuckles and looks down, kicking small stones with his feet as he walks ahead.
You stay behind for a moment, thinking about how you and him had completely changed your opinions of each other.
Breaking away from your thoughts, you realise how far Jungkook had walked so you run up to him and latching your hand onto his arm.
He looks down at you, shocked.
You realised you had just practically linked arms with him and quickly pulled away.
"Sorry," you say, rushingly.
He send you a small smile. "It's okay."
You look away from him, embarrassed at your actions.
"It's okay, Y/N, I liked it," he smirks.
A warm blush creeps up onto your face and you're glad it's dark because you couldn't have him seeing how flustered he makes you.
---
When you get to his place, he opens the door for you and lets you take off your shoes before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairs.
It's only when he stops you and apologises if it's a little messy that you realise he's taking you up to his room.
"Jungkook, I thought you didn't want me up in your bedroom?"
"Well, now I do."
Okay then.
You and him spent some time sat on his bed watching the new top gun movie.
You managed to snap a few photos of him laying down in the dark and him the same with you.
You took a photo of the two of you making popcorn and laughing while throwing it at each other.
"Jungkook, get off!" You laughed as he continued to try and tickle you.
"Never!"
"Jungkook, you're suffocating me," you giggle, trying to lightly punch him in the stomach.
It's only when he pauses for a moment when you realise how close to each other you both are.
Jungkook spends a moment just looking at you, his gaze drifting from your eyes, to your lips, and then back up again.
"Jungkook-"
"Shh."
Your breathing becomes heavier and your heart pounds in your chest.
Jungkook slowly leans in towards you, his nose grazing yours as you close your eyes and place your hands on the sides of his face.
Your lips join with his in a gentle kiss.
His hands move down to your waist so he can pull you up from underneath him and place you in an upright position.
His tongue slides along your bottom lip as you grant entrance.
The kiss begins to develop into something more desperate, your fingers intertwining into his hair and softly pulling at the roots, earning a small moan from him.
Hearing this, you pull away.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks in a panic. "Do you want to stop?"
"Jungkook... should we be doing this?"
"Well, it's not wrong for us to," he responds.
"I know, but it feels different with you," you say.
"If you start to feel uncomfortable, just stop me, okay?"
You nod as he attaches his lips back on yours for a peck before moving down to your jaw and neck.
You whisper out a moan at the feeling of Jungkook's soft sucking on your neck, his lips marking the skin.
You feel his hand slide down your front and slip under your skirt.
His cold hand on your inner thigh makes you feel a want and need towards him, your core soaked and ready for him.
"Is this okay?" He asks, his slender fingers reaching for the hem of your skirt and panties, ready to rip them both off your body.
You nod your head before he yanks them off you and teases your folds with his middle finger.
A moan escapes your lips as Jungkook slides a finger into your pussy, your juices coating him.
"J-Jungkook," you whimper, his fingers speeding up inside of you, the tips just grazing your spot.
You feel the knot in your stomach become tighter with every little movement Jungkook makes and it's driving you crazy.
"Jungkook, please, I'm gonna cum," you moan, pulling at his hair.
"Just hold on for me, baby, you're doing so good for me," he says, his voice soothing you with how smooth it sounds.
"You're being such a good girl for me, just hold on a little longer."
You let out a cry of pleasure as Jungkook adds a third finger into you, stretching your hole out even more.
"I can't take it, Kook, I need to cum," you gasp.
With a small 'okay' from him, you become undone under his gaze.
You let out a loud moan as you release all over his fingers, your white liquid coating his hand and dripping down your thighs as he pulls his hand out of you.
---
"Such a good girl," Jungkook says, stroking your hair with his now cleaned hand.
"It's a shame we didn't get a polaroid of it," you joke.
"Next time," he smirks.
"Next time?" You question.
Jungkook simply nods before pulling you into his chest and dozes off with you, your body wrapped around his.
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MY little story time about Global Citizen Festival!!
So guys!!! I went to the global citizen festival and wow. I felt so proud to be a stay. The crowd was extremely loud, including me and my friends ofc. I was waving wolf Chan around like a lunatic haha.
The boys looked BEAUTIFUL. We could hear them so clearly. It was cold and rainy and everyone was exhausted but all of that went away when 3racha went on stage.
We waited on the queue line for a while and almost panicked but I stayed optimistic. Ngl, I feel as if they dragged out some of the ments before and between performances. Don’t get me wrong I was very happy to hear about the causes, I ofc signed many petitions in order to go to the festival. But the weather made it really hard to focus properly. Everyone just wanted it hurry up bc we most people were pretty uncomfortable.
My friends and I didn’t stay for the entire festival (we left after 3racha). Mostly bc of how uncomfortable and tired we were. However leading up to the festival we were talking about staying and listening to every artist. The weather just so happened to not work in our favor and we reached our limits lol.
I also met some new stays, extremely kinda stays. I even got some freebies and secured and Hyunjin bracelet!!! I wish me and my friends got there a bit earlier but it’s okay. My extremely tall friend got some vids for us lol.
Hopefully, I’ll get to see them on tour again with ASSIGNED seats. I went to the manic tour once before. I had floor seats but our view wasn’t the best (me and my bestie are a bit short lol). For the next tour when they come to my city I’m hoping for barricade or the second level right next to the stage!!! Manifest if for me YALL.
In the mean time I’m gonna massage my sore legs and do some cram work for my uni classes. Love y’all!!!!!
Artists I liked besides 3racha:
Anitta, she looked amazing on stage and was very entertaining to watch. You can tell she works hard.
Conan Gray, he was AMAZING!!! Me and my best friend cried together and sang to the top of our lungs while “Heather” was being performed.
Jk, I didn’t see his set with my eyes but I did hear what was going on while me and my group were navigating out of the park. We did want to see him but we couldn’t take it anymore. We sang along to euphoria on our way out lol
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Stop watching so much porn bro and go get a life
This. Is. Hilarious. Cause you're all "you're only trans because you fetishize women". That's what you're saying; that porn made me trans. But the irony is I stopped consuming pornography which is what lead me to figuring out I was transgender.
See, I was trying to be a better man. Which lead me to honestly listen to women who commonly mentioned that most men admit they get ideas as teens from male fantasy pornography. That they as women have to constantly work to break these perceptions of fetishization in order to be treated as equals in a relationship and it's exhausting. So I was like: "well damn, lets stop consuming that kind of pornography" and I got curious if like all porn was detrimental. And it turns out they had a list of good, women respecting romance novels often written by women FOR women, that they considered pornographic light or not even pornographic at all. I decided to literally skip the sex parts because I decided all porn is bad (it's not, but a lot of it is trash, and this was a later discovery).
And that was how I began to understand the importance of passive romance and how not everything I do should be about satisfying my sex drive. That love and sex are different concepts and love can lead to sex but shouldn't have to. I thought: "if I can't control my urges, my desires, then I'm no better than these bad men who exploit women" and "if I try to change now, my current fiance will have less to work on with me" because I was sure I'd fuck up SOMETHING (and I did and learned for the better).
As I went along listening to women more, my co-workers, friends, and my AFAB spouse, I began to kind of ... click more with women than I ever had with men. I became the "guy who gets it" and was told more than once that I had the "vibes of [their] gay friends but was oddly straight" and that they envied my spouse because "guys like [me] aren't common". I learned that my sex-drive didn't need to be the reason I was hanging around women, that being a friend was reward enough and sex was only ever secondary to the feelings of others. Now you might be all "it's easier for you to say that", but for context, I was an absolute nymphomaniac. My drive was strong enough to return full force in an hour and I was operating at a constant peak. You could not make me "more aroused", I was always there. It was always annoying. But being the guy others could feel safe around, even when drunk, was something I prided myself on. I loved the talks, the bitching, the complaining, the fun stories, the emotional connection with my friend group of women.
Queue a SINGLE OneTopic video and I got curious about transgender people. I'd never really given anything queer much thought but hey, lesbians are women too with their own unique issues with womanhood and I gave their forums and resources a look, and this group of people seemed to have some of the same struggles as I do on their path to becoming women so maybe I can learn something in these communities to be an even better man.(Major closeted moment, I didn't know the amazing world I was about to walk into).
This ... was where my revelation hit. I didn't identify with some of the issues. I identified with ALL of them. Granted, the dysphoria didn't factor in the same because I was just passively miserable. I recognize now, and only recently, that my dysphoria didn't rise and fall like most, it was just always there and thats what made euphoria so potent. Things didn't make me dysphoric, I was just ALWAYS dysphoric. Full blast. And that was my normal. It took a single two button meme for my realization to shatter my world. It asked a simple question of two buttons:
Wait until the next life to be a woman
"Why wait?"
I always wanted to know what it was like to be a girl. I'd played women in MMORPG's just to get in with the womens only groups so I could just hang out and talk. Not to get things, or catfish, just to ... be included when questing, farming, doing dungeons. It was less stressful. Less competitive. Less ... like even if there was no competition someone was always trying to prove they were that much better. It was more helping, and advice, and ... friendly. I wanted that more.
And so I asked myself: "with all the problems women face, that I know of, all the trials and problems, including the hatred and danger of being trans, would I trade everything I have as a man? Would I trade the higher pay, the immediate attention over women, the privileges of being a man, for fighting to be equal my entire life, for being treated second class and worth less than dirt by others?"
Why wait?
So no, I don't fetishize women. I'm not trans because I think women are hot and this gives me a "better chance". I'm trans because I've always been transgender. I always fit in better with women. Even my guy friends knew before I did. They knew since highschool. They just waited for me to say it.
So I have a life. It's built on 26 years of slow discovery. Filled with accepting friends. Filled with successes. And I'm about to achieve so much more.
That make you angry? I don't care. I responded to this to give a message:
Being transgender isn't sexual, and isn't about fetishization. It's about self expression.
So thank you for letting me express myself. Next time, ask a question.
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Happy Birthday Namjoon!
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hello army! i have a piece of information that might interest you all. earlier today i was talking with my friend about bts’ most recent vlive, and in passing she mentioned something about jimin having blue hair now. needless to say, i was a bit caught off guard! since he was wearing a hat during the vlive i hadn’t even noticed! these are the pictures she sent me:
that’s right army, blueberry jimin is back!! while that’s exciting enough on its own, i was immediately reminded of something. i had nearly forgotten that jimin has dyed his hair blue previously. when did he do that? during the black swan promos.
the colors, from what we can see, are basically identical. now, most of my friends and mutuals know that i am a huge black swan enthusiast. they also know that i firmly believe that if bts were to perform at the grammys, which they will be (woo hoo!!), black swan would be the best choice and i will die on this hill. we all love dynamite, but black swan would truly steal the show. with the skilled contemporary choreography, the killer stage outfits, and a possible dance solo for jimin with the orchestra version of black swan just like in the on:e concerts, it would be an unforgettable performance. i may be getting my hopes up high here, because let’s be real, this is the grammys we’re talking about. while it’s exciting that bts got a nomination, they only got nominated for their english song and not for their incredible album that outsold those who did get nominated in that category. sadly, i doubt they’ll let bts perform a song other than dynamite. nonetheless, a girl can dream!
#bts#bts black swan#park jimin#bts jimin#jimin#black swan jimin#bts at the grammys#bts grammys 2020#bts grammys#bts grammys performance#queue are the cause of my euphoria
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melatonin dreams
pairing: Hyunjin x reader
warnings: language, mentions of excessive use of melatonin, sad hyunjin, hallucinations
words: 2,251
parts: one | two |
about: Hyunjin is dealing with the consequences of his infidelity.
a/n: this is the somewhat part 2 to the first part which has a totally different title haha. idk i couldn't work with the title on this part. anyway fun fact some of this was written from personal experience. ALSO i DO NOT condone the misuse or abuse of any type of sleeping aid supplements. PLEASE take your sleepy supplements responsibly!
*this part of the story is like, super heavy and could be and possibly is VERY VERY triggering. i understand that a lot of you really wanted a part 2 but if this is something that will be disturbing to you please don't read it.*
Keeping true to your word, you cut off Hyunjin. It was almost like the years you spent with him were completely made up in his head. At this point he could convince himself that it really was all made up. The only evidence of your existence was the ring with your birthday that he still wore on a chain around his neck. The other matching one, that you returned to him twirled aimlessly between his thumb and finger.
Hyunjin stared at the t.v set, his own reflection stared back at him. Well, the reflection of the shell of who he used to be. The guys were taking a break before their next comeback, while the other members were jet setting to fulfill their ambassador duties, Hyunjin was home. alone.
Dripped head to toe in week old clothes, oversized slippers, and tired eyes from the excessive amounts of melatonin coursing through his body. The longer he stared at the blank screen the more he began to see you in the reflection, or rather the memories that you both shared. With each blink of his tired eyes it felt like a channel changed to another memory.
(“this can be our spot.” you gushed as Hyunjin took you to the restaurant where you had your first date. “i know you love this spot, so this is where I wanted to take you for our one year anniversary” he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. Pulling back inches away he looked at your hand that was still softly held in his. “what?” you nervously pulled your hand back, you were never one for nail care but being with Hwang Hyunjin made you feel insecure about the small things that you never cared about before. “nothing” Hyunjin sighed, “i just realized how pretty your fingers would look with the right kind of jewelry” Hyunjin turned around and pulled a small box from his bag. “this isn’t what you think it is, because we’re literally only celebrating one year together” he chuckled and slid the box towards you. You fought the smile that tried to spread across your lips. Opening the box was the most beautiful but simple ring. “your birthday?” you looked at the engraving of some numbers on the side. “that way you won’t forget” he teased. “that was ONE time” you playfully argued back “and you were on tour so it doesn’t count” Hyunjin smiled brightly and pulled you in for a soft kiss. “it’s so I'm with you even on days when I'm not with you.” he mumbled against your lips and pressed another more passionate kiss.)
Hyunjin lifted his heavy eyelids and looked towards the ceiling, he couldn’t even remember what day it was, or let alone if he had an ounce of sleep after taking melatonin after melatonin when he felt like it wasn’t working. “maybe if I sleep and I wake up, it would be a dream and I'll wake up in y/n’s room on her bed, to her making breakfast” he sighed. Hyunjin was well aware of his mistake, but what had him this down was the fact that he hated how he could feel so much love and admiration for you and then it just disappeared when this new girl walked in. He hated how it didn’t work out between the two of you, and how he felt like he couldn’t even try to make it work.
Shifting his weight against the sofa cushion he turned back towards the T.V screen, pulling his arm in front of him, he reached for the mug sitting on the coffee table. He pulled the rim of the mug to his lips and took a sip of the once hot kava tea that was now ice cold. He leaned forward to put the mug back on the coffee table when he felt a hand touch his...
“Hyunnie?” your soft voice called him and grabbed the mug from his weak grip. You sat down on the couch by his feet and looked at him with wide eyes. “you look tired.” you gently patted his thigh. “i am.” Hyunjin mumbled back lazily. “why can’t you sleep?” you asked and gently caressed his forehead. “because I’m so lost without you.” he replied truthfully. “you should rest.” you replied and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead...
Hyunjin opened his eyes, the room was darker from the window was black from the night sky. He looked at the coffee table, he must have dozed off after drinking his tea and dropped the mug all over his white rug. He slipped into another kava tea induced fantasy. The third one if he was keeping count.
“y/n” his voice mumbled as he forced himself to sit up. He grabbed his phone and searched for your text messages ignoring the dozens from the rest of the members, and from his new girlfriend. With a few taps he had the phone pressed against his cheek, the other lined hummed as he waited for you to pick up. Once again, he got the voicemail bot.
“y/n” he sniffled trying to compose himself. “please answer me next time.” his voice was lined with sadness. “i-I just want to hear your voice.” he mumbled, feeling another wave of sleep consuming him. “y/n-” he sighed into a yawn. “i’m-i’m filled with so much sadness” he mumbled and hung up. Hyunjin looked at the blank T.V screen. His eyelids weighing heavy again, as another picture began to distort on the screen.
(“Hyunjin I'm sorry, but I can’t make it” you sighed as you continued to pack your bag. “it’s an important night and I want you to be there.” Hyunjin whined as he started to pull out the clothes you just put in your bag. “and I want to be there too baby; but-my family need me too.” you faked a pout. “and stop that.” you giggled and playfully slapped the top of his hand. “ow” he whined and pouted. “i’m sorry baby” you frowned and kissed his hand as an apology. “I tell you what, when I get back, just me and you can go and celebrate the launch of your new ambassador title.” you assured him. Hyunjin put his hands on your waist and pulled you into his lap. “can we I at least get a taste of that celebration” his fingers ran down the spine of your back. You licked your lips and smiled at him feeling your cheeks redden. Hyunjin just smiled back at you and fell on his back pulling you down on top of him, his lips connecting with yours in a soft and passionate kiss.)
Hyunjin shook his head and slowly laid his head back down against the couch arm rest. Remembering that later that night at the welcoming party is where he met her. She was very attentive to him, and brought him out of his usual shell that he hid inside of when he was surrounded by people, he didn’t know yet. They drank champagne and ate tiny food and talked until the security chased them out because the party was over. She gave him her number and the rest was history. As days began to pass by, your family emergency took on your full attention and the more your focus was on family, the more his was on his new friend.
Eventually one night, she invited him over for dinner and drinks. You were back home with your family so it didn’t cross his mind that it could be anything more. But after a few drinks on empty stomachs, he woke up the next morning, in a strange room, with no clothes and the worst hangover he ever felt.
Hyunjin snapped himself awake, this time the sun was shining against his face through the window. That and the frantic knocking on his door. Hyunjin moaned from tiredness and looked at his phone which was dead from not being on the charger, he couldn’t even determine how long he was asleep.
Hyunjin rubbed his eyes and walked to the door, and turned the knob. Chan, Changbin and Felix were standing in shock seeing their friend in front of them. “so you just don’t answer your phone anymore?!” Chan scolded him as the trio walked into Hyunjin’s apartment. “phone is dead” he replied in a tired voice and sat on the couch. “so charge it?” Changbin chimed in. Hyunjin sighed, blocking out his friend’s angry tones and closed his eyes. “we were worried.” Felix added. “about what?” Hyunjin asked with his eyes still closed.
“y/n called us in a panic, and said you left some alarming messages on her phone.” Chan replied. Hyunjin’s eyes opened wide as he sat up straight. “you talked to y/n?” he asked frantically. “yes, why else would we be here you didn’t calls any of us.” Changbin added. “did she seem happy?” Hyunjin ignored his Hyung’s and looked at Felix. “i don’t think anyone would be happy hearing the voicemails you left” Felix replied honestly.
“where is she? Did she come with you all?” Hyunjin walked to the door, Chan looked at the coffee table littered with trash, and melatonin bottles. “what were you doing?” Chan asked looking at Hyunjin who was sitting back down. Hyunjin looked at the coffee table and back at Chan. “I-” Hyunjin looked at Chan and Changbin who equally looked disappointed and afraid. “I couldn’t sleep, I just needed something to help me.” Hyunjin replied honestly. “so you took an excessive amount? Hyunjin.” Chan sighed and shook his head.
“Chan, I'm serious, I wasn’t trying to-” Hyunjin replied. He looked in the eyes of his friends, all filled with concern and fear. Hyunjin could see the tears fill his eyes as he dropped his head and fell into sobs. “I’m stuck in this awful state of mind, and I can’t say goodbye to the times I had with y/n” Hyunjin choked out. “i’m so alone- and I know I did her so wrong-” he sobbed harder, his sentence began to sound like a mixture of sniffles and prolonged whines.
“Hyunjin” Chan sighed and sat beside his friend. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders and patted him in comfort. Hyunjin leaned into his Hyung’s body and buried his face into his shirt. “i never even loved her, I was just lonely.” he sobbed. “who?” Chan asked a confused look on his face. “the girl who took me away from my y/n” he replied. “Hyunjin” Chan sighed again and nudged him away. “relationships are hard, and I told you that when you introduced us to y/n the first time.” Chan reminded him “i told you, I knew you well enough and I asked you if you were mature enough for a relationship” Chan added. “now look at you, and the mess you’re in.”
“are you even still with that girl?” Felix asked looking around at any sign of her presence. Hyunjin shook his head. “after I left y/n’s the day we officially broke up, she was here and I told her to go away and never come back or contact me again.” Hyunjin sniffled.
Changbin walked back in with Hyunjin’s phone “it’s only at 14%.” he handed it to Hyunjin. Hyunjin looked at the mass amount of texts and calls he accumulated. He opened the missed calls at least six of them were from you. “I don’t want to call her back.” he turned his phone off and tossed it back on the table.
“she is really worried about you, so don’t keep her waiting for too long.” Felix assured him. Chan looked at his friend as he slumped over on the couch. “how about this, I get the rest of the members here, and we can watch movies, order food, and just hang out.” Chan looked at Hyunjin for his response. He just smiled a weak but assuring smile. “you’re never alone Hyunjin.” Chan assured him, “you have us, and we aren’t going to leave even if you tell us to get out and never contact you again.” he earned a soft chuckle from his friend.
Felix excused himself from the group as his phone rang and went outside, “how is he?” you asked in a panic. “i’m driving over right now, I'm just down the street-” you started to panic. “he’s fine y/n, well, not good but-talking if that’s what you mean” Felix replied and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one came out to hear him on the phone. “Chan is calling a movie night here at Hyunjin’s” he added. “that was really scary Lix.” you sniffled into the phone. “Yeah,” Felix sighed. “but for now, I think it’s best if you keep your distance.” he sighed. “not just from Hyunjin but the rest of us.” Felix added. Your end of the phone went silent for a long time. “uh-sure.” you choked back your tears. “we love you y/n but-” Felix looked back at Hyunjin’s door. “but it’s Hyunjin.” you chuckled through the tears dropping down your face. “I understand” you bit your lower lip.
“thanks for understanding” Felix smiled weakly on his end. “uhm-Felix wait.” you wiped the tear from your eyes. “I uhm-can you tell him something for me?” you huffed. “or-nevermind.” you forced your smile. “i guess until-next time.” you sighed and hung up your end of the phoneline.
You pressed your forehead against the steering wheel and let yourself sob in the Burger King parking lot.
#hwang hyunjin imagines#hyunjin imagines#hyunjin angst#hyunjin fanfic#hyunjin fanfiction#hyunjin fanfics#hwang hyunjin fanfiction#hwan hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x reader#stray kids angst#stray kids imagines#stray kids imagine#stray kids fanfiction#queue are the cause of my euphoria
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@booksociety’s All By Myself Event: the book thief by markus zusak
"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘? 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆-𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕.”
#booksociety#myedits#second edit ok#the book thief#tbt edit#the book thief edit#markus zusak#storyseekers#fandomaestheticnet#litedit#bookedit#lit edit#booknet#booksource#litloversnetwork#litsociety#queue is the cause of my euphoria
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I was tagged by @jiminsmagicshop to post my lock and homescreen. Thank you :)) I don't think I will ever change my lockscreen lol. Hobi and yeontan are too cute anyways.
I'll tag @tatavangogh @sparkletae @mangenstein @thotseokjin @b-angst-tan and anyone who wants to do this. Don't feel like you have to.
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“Wear something noticeable”(II)
Author’s note: HELLO EVERYBODY! I hope you all have a wonderful day! I know this is long overdue! I read all your request asking for the second part.
If you have read the first part then STOP 🛑. Click on my masterlist, scroll all the way down and check out the first part! (or just click here)
I also remind you that the REQUESTS ARE OPEN for all of your HARRY concepts, imagines, fanfics! Just let me know!
Enjoy! 💛💕
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The task was easier said than done. She stayed up hours, rummaging through her closet looking for the perfect outfit. She tried on every single outfit and pretended to dance in front of the mirror just to get a notion of what she could potentially look like. At some point, she even managed to tear up, sitting on a pile of clothes that she classified as too basic. At some point, she considered calling Harry and canceling. She cursed at the day she stopped shopping in abundance and keeping tabs on the latest trends. Eventually, the closet ran out of choices for her. She had to make an executive decision with what she had laid out in the bed.
At seven o'clock, a black suburban showed up at the front of her apartment complex. She felt eager and very nervous. It was her first proper concert. She had gone to see the Jonas Brothers when she was younger, but she could hardly remember it. Plus, it's not the type of concert that you gloat to your friends. Y/N had also never attended a concert on her own. On top of everything, she didn't know anyone aside from Harry. Nonetheless, he was a sufficient reason for her to attend. She enjoyed every passing second by his side. Harry made her forget her fears and the hardships of life with a single look and simple conversations.
The arena was smaller than she foresaw. As soon as the car pulled outside the back entrance, she was able to hear the boisterous cheers from his fans.
”Welcome” A woman a bit older than her greeted her. Aside from the big smile, she wore a headpiece attached to the back of her ear. ”Y/N, right?”. She responded by giving her a small nod. She felt intimidated by the multitude of people around them. ”I am Alice. I am at your service. Whatever you need — just let me know”. By the time that Alice started leading the way into the arena, the car that had brought her had driven away.
They quietly walked down a wide, grey hallway with the black boxes of equipment piled on the sides. Every step they took made the volume of the cheers more intense. She was glad that she had opted to wear sneakers. Who could stand in a crowded room with heels on for almost three hours? — an actual masochist.
It took them a few seconds until they finally came across two double doors. It was behind the doors where most people hung around. Y/N kept her head down and ignored that evident gazes from others. Alice led the way into a smaller room with a more cozy atmosphere. The room was carpeted but had a smaller, printed one over it. A coffee table was placed on with several, crinkled bottles scattered over it. It reminded her of her nightstand at home and how she needed to clear it out before inviting someone in.
”Harry will come back in a few” Y/N smiled at Alice and once again she nodded. ”please help yourself to any drinks or snacks on the table,” She said pointing to a large table at the end of the room covered with them.
”Thank you, Alice. You are really kind” Y/N finally said before she was left on her own. She was relieved that she would get to see Harry before the show started. Seeing him had the potential to make her anxiety and nervousness come to an end. She just needed a few seconds with him, maybe a hug too, even a kiss if she was lucky.
She walked around the room and came to halt when she came across a rack of clothes. She wasn't oblivious to Harry’s notorious good sense of fashion. It was actually the reason why she was so nervous when she chose her outfit. He made his daily life a runway show. He served looks.
Y/N reached out to run her fingers over the fabrics but stopped herself before she could. Her hands suddenly felt dirty and not worthy of touching the expensive material. She stared at them for a few minutes before taking a water bottle and settling down on the edge of the couch. A few minutes passed by and her social media wasn’t enough to keep her entertained for so long. Every time someone walked passed or heard a loud voice, she would sit up straight and block her phone. She only stopped looking at the door when her social media scrolling came to an abrupt halt by an incoming phone call.
”Hello” His rough, heavy voice was enough to put a smile on her face instantly. ”I hope they are treating you right” Harry stared out of the window of the car, on his way to the arena. His previous commitment had taken longer than expected. He was late for the show.
”They are. Alice is wonderful” Y/N kept smiling. She was infatuated with him. It all seemed so silly to her, but it felt right. Harry also kept smiling, hiding his happiness from the rest of the crew in the car.
None of them said a word; they just listened to each other's breathing.
”It's all a bit intimidating — isn't it?” Harry addressed the elephant in the room. He knew she probably had a million questions about his life under the spotlight and his work.
”It’s just hectic,” She answered truthfully. Y/N had observed multiple people running pass the dressing room a million times in the last half an hour.
”I’ll answer all your questions after the show, ” He wanted transparency before everything. He was tired of keeping his significant others in the dark with the fear that they wouldn't be able to handle the baggage that came with dating him.
”After the show? I am not going to get to see you before?” Harry could sense her small frown from miles away.
”My radio appearance took longer than expected. I had every intention of seeing you, ” Harry revealed. Last night’s kiss hadn't been enough for him. Most of the night, he rolled around in bed, replaying the events in his mind. He couldn't get over the way her lips tasted or the tingling that she left on his. He craved her. ”what are you wearing?”
”That is highly inappropriate, Styles, ” Her cheeks turned crimson red as she bit down the inside of her cheek attempting to prevent a smirk from forming.
”Just for me to know what to look out for” Harry felt nervous. He had a respectable experience with performing for millions of people. It was Y/N presence that made everything much different.
”I am not giving anything away, ” She wanted him to look for her.
”that’s unfair, ” He states. Harry’s initial intention was to keep an eye on her all night. He wanted to see her unravel and let go.”I guess I'll just have to look hard enough, ” However, he enjoyed the chase. It made the concert even more entertaining.
”I guess so, ” Just as she said that Alice marched her way into the room; interrupting the intimate conversation between the couple. ”Alice is in here,” She tells him.
”That’s my queue to hang up” Alice was there to take Y/N to the front of the stage. ”Tell her that I’ll be there in 3,” He was just pulling up to the front of the arena. ”I'll see you out there, ”
” Okay” She smiled as she rose to her feet and slowly walked to his assistant. They said quick goodbyes and hung up. It was showtime.
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Noisy was an understatement of what the cheers for him were when he walked out with all his pride. Y/N strategically placed herself slightly left to where his mic stood. She was within the ten first rows in between a group of girls, younger than her. They even had a small heart attack when he first stepped out.
Y/N was delighted that she had declined Alice's offer to stay within the VIP area. She would have missed the incredible euphoria that the crowd provided. Everyone danced and sang with the stranger beside them. His music and presence were enough to break the distrust that one stranger felt toward the other. They all felt like a big family for three whole hours.
Y/N was more than mesmerized by the energy that the beautiful man on stage brought to every single song. He was confident, fearless, and funny on stage. The tone of his voice was enough to make a shiver run down her spine and for her skin to cover with goosebumps in a matter of seconds. She was captivated by him.
“How are you?” He smiles as he reaches over for a guitar. The crowd roared for him as he strapped it over his shoulders and refreshed himself with a water bottle. “I hope yeh like the next song” It's the last thing that he said before To Be So Lonely started to get played.
While everyone in the area was captivated by his voice, he was too distracted by searching for her. His eyes first scanned the front of the stage. There were a few times he had to do double-takes before he moved on to the left side.
A soft light shined over the crowd, illuminating the faces of the first few rows; and that's when he spotted her. It didn't take him much time to find her. Her beauty singled her out of the bunch. Their eyes connected as a smile grew on his face. He felt instant relief knowing that she was safe and wasn't getting trampled by the other fans. Alice had let him know about the change of plans. She was kinda embarrassed and disappointed that she hadn't been able to convince her. Her stubbornness made him like her even more. She was the cause behind the big smile that he wore at the beginning of the concert. As he watched her from the stage, he didn't regret changing the setlist at the last minute. Playing a relatively slow song had allowed him to find her quicker.
There wasn't much any of them could say with words to the other, but their eyes and smiles spoke millions. Harry couldn't stop smiling and chuckling as she gave him thumbs up from the crowd. Mitch — who stood close by couldn't ignore their intimate interaction among the chaos. It was cute.
After finding her, he was able to fully enjoy the concert to its maximum capacity. That is not to say that he didn't try to impress her with her voice or terrible jokes. Watermelon Sugar was the closing track for the night. Harry tried his best to join the fun, but it was difficult to pay attention to something else than her.
Y/N danced around with her arms in the air, raised above her, and her hair flying everywhere. She had even danced with the other young woman beside her. It was always refreshing to see someone enjoying the music rather than trying to get a picture or a video of him. He even caught her at one point singing along. He was rather surprised that she had taken the time to learn one of his songs.
Before Harry sang the last verse of the song, someone gripped Y/N’s forearm. It was Alice— escorting her back to backstage. In order to prevent her from getting lost with the large crowd. Y/N gave Harry a small smile before following Alice back.
She was back in the dressing room when he strode in with all his glory. He was slightly sweaty and the buttons of his shirt popped open, giving her a clear view of his chest tattoos. Harry held a hand towel and a brand new water bottle. She immediately stood up when she saw him.
He basically had to shut the door on everyone’s faces for privacy. He even locked the door before walking towards her. Harry took the time to observe her and take in her appearance without any disruption before he said anything. She wore a suit like his except she had omitted a shirt. It was sage with a low cut jacket, singed at the waist, showing a modest cleavage.
”a suit, huh?” He finally said as he stood before her. His hands ached to touch her. ”very clever” He adds. There was something oddly attractive about a woman wearing a suit and dressing just like him.
” I thought if I wore something similar to what you wear then you would find me quicker” Harry nodded as he leaned down and finally eased his craving.
”You look beautiful” he whispered against her lips as he settled on the couch. He spread out his legs, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
”You looked amazing out there” She sat down close enough to have their thighs touching. ”You were born to do this. The energy out there was insane and your voice is just— wow” Harry’s heart warmed up at her kind words. He reached out and touched the side of her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
”I’ve got to talk to a few people and then we can go,” he usually hung around the arena until everyone left. Mostly because he had nothing to go home to only an empty house. Now with Y/N around, he just wanted to be in the privacy of his own home with her — alone. ” I hope you don't mind”.
”That’s okay. I understand," Y/N leaned towards his touch and placed a soft peck on his hand for reassurance. She wasn't as nervous as before. His kiss and gentle touch had been enough to ease her mind. Harry kissed her delicately and took his time tending her lips. His ringed fingers gripped her hips, pulling her over his lap. Y/N's finger tangled on the hair of the back of his head. Just as she settled comfortably on him, a knock disrupted their makeout session.
"Yeah?" Harry yelled loudly with his eyes closed, he kept his forehead against hers, as they tried to catch their breaths.
"Harry— there are some people that would like to meet you" It was Alice behind the door. She had been making sure that Harry's car was ready for him and that security was holding up when they came looking for her. People were looking for Harry and for the first time, his dressing room door was shut and locked.
"I am coming!" He leaned back, smiling at her red, swollen lips. He cupped her face and pecked her lips. "Where have you been all this time?" Y/N shrugged while smiling, proceeding to get off his lap.
Harry sighed before opening the door. Alice nervously walked into the room, her gaze instant fell on Y/N. She was still awkwardly sitting on the couch, running her fingers through her hair with swollen, fresh kissed lips. Alice quickly connected the dots and felt embarrassed to have interrupted her boss's rendezvous. Alice shyly waved at Y/N from afar before leading the small caravan of people that wanted to see the great Harry Styles.
"Since when do you lock yourself in here? What's goi—" Mitch hits the breaks as soon as he sees Y/N, shyly standing beside the couch. She had quickly fixed her outfit and had made sure that nothing was popping out of her cleavage. "Hi" He smiled walking past Harry with his hand stretched out for her to take.
"Hello" She gently shakes his hand.
"This is Y/N" Harry introduces her to Mitch as he walks around the coffee table towards the drinks.
"Mitch. It's so nice to finally meet you" Harry had told him about her. In Harry's defense, he had to force it out of him after he persisted in changing the setlist.
"You too" Mitch could see that she was more of an introvert than the other girls that Harry had dated. She defiantly was unique, truthful to what Harry had said about her.
Before Harry could say anything else and spark conversation between the girl that he liked so much and basically his best friend, he was pulled by Alice to meet a few celebrities and their children. He kept an eye on Y/N, even though she sat across the room with Mitch and the rest of the band.
He was talking a few pictures when he heard her soft laugh. She was surely having a great time. He felt jealous that he wasn't part of the conversation. He felt jealous that he had to work and couldn't enjoy her company like any other couple would.
Thankfully, he went through the group of people quickly. Eventually only leaving him, Alice, Y/N, and the band in the room.
"Your car is ready whenever you need it, Harry" Alice said before leaving. Her job for the night was over. She could finally leave and get off her feet.
Harry grabbed his blazer that hung on the back of the couch before approaching the small group.
"Pasta is so much better" He heard from Y/N as he walked up.”There are no buts”.
"Ready to go?" Harry interrupted their conversation.
"Pasta or Pizza, Harry?" Mitch asked, trying to put an end to a quick debate that they had tumbled in.
"Pasta without a doubt" Harry didn't think it twice. He could eat it every day and wouldn't have a problem with it. Whenever he visited Italy, that's what composed most of his diet.
"Told you" Y/N stuck her tongue out at Mitch as she stood up.
"He is only saying that because he likes you," Y/N blushed while Harry's hands found their way around her hips. "I hope he brings you back and doesn't keep you only to himself,".
"No promises" Harry rested his chin on top of her head as a smile grew. He was happy that his friends and the people closest to him liked her.
"It was really nice hanging out with all of you tonight. Also, the show was amazing. You did a tremendous great job" Mitch smiled at Harry as he gave her a kiss at the top of her head in response to her sweet comment.
"You are germ, Y/N," Mitch said before turning to Harry. "I'll see you tomorrow?". Harry nodded before he intertwined their fingers and pulled Y/N out of the room.
"Where are we going?" Y/N asked as she buckled herself.
"I am starving. I thought we could get some take out and stay at mine? So, we could talk and watch movies. Would you like that?"
"I would love to" She smiled as Harry leaned in and pecked her lips.
Harry picked up an order from their favorite restaurant, the same where they had first met. They sat on his carpeted, living room floor for hours. They stayed up until the sun came back up — talking about everything including his music. Y/N asked about SHE and what had contributed to the end of their relationship. He answered with all his sincerity and revealed his biggest secrets to her. She had something that made him feel comfortable and safe. He felt like he could be his authentic self. He could be as goofy or as silly as he wanted and he knew that she wouldn't leave or turn his back on him. Harry just knew that this relationship was going to last long. So it did. He never let go.
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Five More Minutes - Eraqus x Reader
Hey, you guys remember the Five More Minutes - Brain x Reader story? Well thanks to a CERTAIN SOMEONE, the character for the prompt changed from Eraqus to Brain because Nova is a petty bitch.
And AT LEAST ONE OF YOU UNDERSTANDS THAT! THANK YOU!
However, I’ve been thinking about this WIP for a while and I put myself out there, so I’ll kinda forgive ffm-non’s heinous crime for now and post Five More Minutes with Eraqus.
Music Inspiration: Hikari (Godson Remix) by Hikaru Utada
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Rushing through the streets of Scala, I bob and weave between unsuspecting citizens on my way to the theater. Today’s the day—hopefully. I’ve spent the last week trying to get a ticket for this show but it’s been sold out every day. Both my saving grace and the bane of my existence is that they aren’t pre-selling tickets, so it’s first come first serve for who gets to see the show.
I’m heaving like I just ran halfway across the city—because I did—but I finally make it to the theater. Unlike the last few days, I find myself in luck at the sight of the relatively short line. With excitement bubbling in my chest, I race to join the queue.
Just as I reach the line, something jumps in my way. I garner the embarrassing attention of several people in the vicinity as I topple to the ground, taking the obstacle down with me.
Hastily, I pull my face from the white fabric.
“Oh gods! I’m so sorry!” I say, scrambling my feet and taking the strangers hand to pull him up. “Are you okay?! Did I hurt you?!”
Suddenly, I hear my name and finally get a look at the young man I’d practically tackled. I know him. While my family does not follow the noble keyblade warrior tradition like his, our magic has been revered so our families have been amicable for years. At least once or twice our year, our families get together for dinner and we almost always see each other at events for the more affluent people in the city.
“Eraqus?”
A beaming smile crosses his lips. “Hey! What’s up!”
Heat surges into my ears. While I’ve been forced to be within proximity of this boy for years, I’ve never been caught alone with him before. He’s certainly cute and, while our parents may not think so, I find him kind of funny. Still, while I kind of know him, because of our families’ differences we’ve never actually been friends.
“Uh, not much. I was just trying to get in line for tonight’s show. But seriously, I didn’t see you. Are you okay?”
This kid’s laugh stirs something in my chest.
“Yeah, I’m good. My friends hit me harder than that in training.”
The sheer happiness rolling off him is distracting. “I…I don’t think that’s a good thing.”
“Nah, it’s alright; we make each other stronger.” His eyes glance away. “So, I guess you wanted to see this show too?” An arm gestures to the moving line that we scoot along with.
“Yeah. I’ve been trying to see it the last few days, but it’s been sold out. What about you? I wouldn’t have guessed theater to be something you enjoy?”
He folds his arms. “Mmm, I like some of them, but my friends really wanted to see this one.”
I take a moment to take in our surroundings. “Um, what friends?”
His cheer is bright and captivating, but even the defeated frown it morphs into is somehow endearing.
“Nobody wanted to come early to wait in line, but we probably wouldn’t get tickets if we came on time.”
I nod, understanding the dilemma.
“So Bragi suggested rock-paper-scissor.”
Now it all makes sense. “And you lost, so now you’re here to buy tickets for everyone.”
“Yeah…” His pouting is so cute.
A small giggle escapes me. “So it’s sheer coincidence I happen to literally run into you today?”
That smile’s back. “Or! We could call it luck.”
“I would assume bad luck; you lost a game of chance and I literally ran into you.”
“Details.”
And so we keep each other company. The more I talk to the boy, the more I can confirm how fucking adorable he is. His smile is infectious and I find myself hanging on every word, no matter how wild the tale is. I can barely even drag my gaze away long enough to take a few steps before I’m staring at his beautiful face again. Before long, I can already tell I’m head over heels for him. Even after tickets are purchased, we find a bench nearby to continue our chat.
It only ends when someone calls his name. There’s a small herd of people making their way closer.
Getting to his feet, Eraqus greets his friends. “Hey guys, what’re you doin’ here early?”
“Early?” snorts the girl with silver hair. “The show starts in twenty minutes.” Her golden eyes catch sight of me. “Who’s this?”
I wave to Baldr and Hermod, both of whom I know from similar family social events. They do the honor of introducing me to the gaggle, which is both a bit lighthearted and overwhelming. They seem like a great group of friends to have, despite their differences.
“It was good to see you again,” Hermod says, leading the mass towards the entrance. “But we’d better take our seats before the show starts.”
“You got the tickets, right Eraqus?” Xehanort asks.
“Right here.” He pushes all but one into his friend’s hand before turning to me. “Which seat are you in?”
I look at my stub. “E7.” The look on his face is disappointment. “Where are you at?”
“N24,” he mutters. That’s literally on the other side of the theater from where I am and I find myself similarly disappointed with the arrangement.
“Guess I’ll have to get your opinions on the show some other time,” I say, trying to make the blow a little softer.
Our eyes meet and I feel myself being drawn in.
“Maybe we could meet up at that little café around the corner?” he asks.
“The one with the fancy s’mores?”
“Yeah! That one!”
Eraqus detours the conversation with a tale about the time he and went there with his friends and one of them ended up spilling a drink on everyone—pretty sure it was Eraqus by the way he kept switching names. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Eraqus, the show’s about to start!” I don’t even know which one it was that yelled at him.
“’Kay! Just gimme five more minutes!”
Excited chitchat continues, following tangent after tangent and never with a lull. I could continue on like this for ages, happy to spend hours in his presence, enamored by the boy I never really knew.
I drag my hands down my face. “And then, because I stupidly thought things couldn’t get any worse, I tried to use a fire spell to dry him off and set him on fire.”
Eraqus is laughing so hard he’s crying. “Wait wait wait! I remember Hermod came to school with a huge hole in his jacket! Was that you?!” I nod in sheepish shame. “Oh my gods! We thought he got mugged or something! He wouldn’t tell us what happened!”
“Every time our families get together, our parents won’t let us live it down. Mine won’t even let me join them anymore without asking me to ‘please not light their colleague’s kids on fire.’”
“And here I thought you were the smart, cool type,” he teases.
“As much as I’d love to be, I’m actually a total mess.”
“That’s okay; I am too.”
“Oh really? I always thought you were laid back and easy going. With our families’ prestige, I was always kind of jealous of how calm you are about everything.”
“Then you have clearly never seen me wake up late for class.”
The laughing between us dies down, but before I can make another comment, I realize that he’s watching me. This isn’t watching like two people waiting for cues in a conversation, but watching as if he’s looking for something very specific.
Beneath his scrutiny, my brain starts to malfunction, causing my ability to speak to take a hit. “Um, I…I’m pretty sure anyone would…would panic if they woke up late for class.”
“I guess.” The softness suddenly introduced into his voice feels like an arrow through the heart. “But it’s probably not the same when it’s a weekly occurrence.”
Is he leaning in?
“No…I guess not…”
He is—he is very much leaning in.
“Eraqus.” I can’t even speak above a whisper.
“Hmm?”
My heart is pounding in my ears, trying desperately to drown out my thoughts.
“I think our show’s started,” I breathe.
“Five more minutes,” he murmurs against my lips.
Not a single protest is heard from me. No, I’m too preoccupied with electricity coursing through my veins. For a moment, Eraqus leads the way, soft and slow, likely assessing my shock. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what my reaction should be, but my body tells me to just see where this goes. And with each passing second, I’m falling down the rabbit hole with him.
The world suddenly jars to when the source of my euphoria breaks away. His brows pinch together, concern written across his face.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, his voice wracked with uncertainty. “I thought—”
Without asking my head for permission, my hands snag his haori.
“Five more minutes,” I say softy.
Our lips connect again and, though I’m prepared for the jolt, I still feel the weight of the world disappear around us. This time, I lead, hoping my confidence sends the right idea to the young man. I think he gets it, happily matching my every move. His little sighs cause my stomach to squirm, making self-control difficult. But there will be plenty of time for the rest later, for now, I want to take my time and get a grasp on how his lips feel against mine.
I pull away, using a deep breath the calm my racing heart and ground me back in reality. Eraqus, too, breathes a little heavier, and yet he continues watching me as if he’s still fully enraptured. That look is hypnotizing, subtly—easily—luring me in again.
That quickly goes out the window.
“Eraqus!”
Flinching, he whirls back, where his entire group of friends is standing with mixed expression. My blood freezes.
“What?!” he shouts back.
“Are you comin’ back to the dorms with us or not?” Urd demands.
My eyes dart to the sky. It was dark when the show started, but the moon sat higher among the stars than it had moments ago—or what I thought was only moments ago.
Eraqus’s gaze flips back and forth between me and them. “Did…Did we miss the whole show?!”
“Yes, you dingus!”
Hermod gives a soft smile. “C’mon guys, give him a break.”
The red-head, Bragi, snickers. “Yeah, the kid’s only been dreaming of this moment his whole life.”
My mouth falls open but I can just see Eraqus’s face burning brightly.
“BRAGI!”
“Oops.” The offender grins unabashedly. “My bad.”
Xehanort folds his arms, smirking. “Ooooh, so this is that cute little mage he’s been crushing on.”
“You mean that one he always talks about after he visits his family?” Her tone is full of innocence, but the grin on the little blonde’s face is pure evil.
Oh my gods, I might implode.
“YOU GUYS!”
“What was it he said last time?” Urd asks, also basking in Eraqus’s flustering.
Baldr answers, “I believe it was something along the lines of ‘I would give up naps for an entire year if the gods would just let me have a single—‘”
“I’LL DO EVERYONE’S HOMEWORK FOR A MONTH IF YOU JUST GO AWAY!” Eraqus yells, waving his arms as if he might fly away from this mess.
Hermod begins ushering everyone away. “Seriously, guys, let’s go.”
“Wait! I don’t want him doing my homework!” Bragi protests. “He’s failing like half our classes!”
Glancing back with one last devious look, Xehanort responds, “Let him have his moment; we’ll just make him do something else later.” The expression softens when he gives me a genuine wink.
Finally, after instigating all the butterflies in my stomach to the point I might vomit sparkles, they leave. We sit in suffocating silence for an awkward moment. Then, one of the butterflies must’ve escaped into my brain when I suddenly crack a laugh.
“An entire year without naps, huh?”
Still cherry red, he looks at me, mortified.
His floundering gives me the bit of confidence I need to close the gap once again. “And what was it you so desperately begged the gods for?”
Eraqus’s back meets the wall, but he still puts on a smile, even if it is bashful. “Let’s just say I’ve already lost my napping privileges for the year.”
“Yeah? So if the gods were to grace you a second time, would that be two years without naps?”
His nerves seem to melt and those stunning gray eyes glitter in the moon as he watches me. “You gonna stick around and find out?”
“How long were you thinking?” I slip my arms around his neck, unable to stop myself from twirling a strand of ebony hair between my fingers.
“Oh at least five more minutes.”
“Just five?”
He feigns mulling it over in head. “And maybe five more after that.”
#Eraqus#Young Eraqus#eraqus x reader#young eraqus x reader#gender neutral reader#influence my story#fmm-non
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smut request: reader visits maul at work and things get hot
My god
Warnings: teasing, handjob-ish, public stuff (is there even a word for that), almost getting caught, biting
Five minutes. That was all you had before the meeting with the advisors began, and it was beginning to seem like you’d lose even that much. The halls were empty, and as the soles of your shoes tapped the stone floors, you could practically hear the seconds ticking away before your window of opportunity closed. The throne room had been similarly vacant, and though you knew where else to find him, it was unlikely it would be before he was preoccupied with his work.
Sliding open the door to the conference room near the back of the palace, it occurred to you just a touch too late that there might already be people inside. Thankfully enough, only one silhouette stood before the window, his horns clearly outlined against the low light. Upon hearing the door open, he turned, eyes widening in surprise once he realized you were not who he was expecting. The grin on your face was enough to elicit a small smile that tugged on the edges of his lips, betraying the scolding tone he tried to set.
“Starlight, what do you think you’re doing here?” His words were soft, each syllable a velvet blanket over your consciousness. “I’m supposed to meet with the advisors soon.”
“I know,” you said, stepping further into the room and positioning yourself right in front of him. It was dangerously close. “I wanted to see you, though. You’ve been busy a lot lately, and I thought it might be a nice surprise.” Your nose scrunched up as your smile grew, and a light laugh vibrated from Maul’s chest.
“Yes, darling, I am very surprised. Though I wouldn’t want our time together interrupted by-” As if waiting for his queue, one of the advisors entered, hands clasped behind his back.
He leaned forward, head downturned. “Apologies for my tardiness, Lord Maul.” He paused when he looked up, spotting you. “Ah, My Lady, I was unaware you’d be joining us today.”
Maul opened his mouth to object, but you stood up straight, nodding at the Mandalorian. “Yes, I am. I… thought it would be beneficial if I began attending more in light of… any recent events.” Maul rolled his eyes.
“Wonderful idea,” the man said, taking his seat at the long table. “I’m sure your presence would be greatly appreciated.”
You took the seat to Maul’s right, and one by one, the room began filling with various advisors, some you knew, such as Almec and Rook Kast, and others you didn’t. The once silent room became noisy with conversations about new information regarding the mining moons or certain families of prominence before the meeting began, and it became obvious to you that you didn’t pay nearly enough attention to specific people.
But when Maul stood, the room went dead, the silence enough to hear individual breathing. Be it out of fear or loyalty, you didn’t know, but the way with which he moved, the authority he held over everyone he came near, it gave you thoughts you absolutely should never have in front of other people.
The meeting was boring, deathly so, and though you silently kicked yourself for saying you’d sit in for it, your mind did wander. Almost constantly, your gaze drifted from the table down, the Zabrak that sat within the range of your peripherals a powerful presence in comparison to everything else. You crossed your legs, uncrossed them, then crossed them again, doing your best to distract yourself from your own needs. It wasn’t enough.
Slowly, carefully, and against your better judgement, you hand found its place on his knee. It was innocent enough. At least, that was what you tried to convince yourself. He gave you a look you couldn’t quite read, but didn’t bother moving away. Actions hidden beneath a facade of deep interest in the current conversation, your hand moved up, feeling the rough fabric of his pants as it travelled. You could feel him stiffen to your touch, and the further you went, the shakier his breath became.
It was pushing your luck, but you never stopped, hand grazing and fingers curling over his cock, rubbing each spot you knew would provoke him. His breath hitched and a sharp inhale made some advisors turn to look at him. You did as well, giving a look of innocent concern at his reaction. He frowned at you for a second, hiding his disturbance by clearing his throat.
Each time he tried to speak, you worked at him faster and more deliberately, making it all the more difficult. Stuttering that he had once been able to push through became more prominent, and he had to screw his eyes shut every so often to force his focus back to the task at hand. It felt like hours before the meeting was over. Though he normally stood as the advisors left, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.
The room emptying, you stood as well, removing your hand and attempting your escape, but of course, it was pointless. He caught your wrist almost immediately, pulling you to him, your back against his chest.
“Not you,” he growled lowly in your ear. The door shut, and you were left alone with him, anticipation growing in your abdomen like wildfire.
Arm wrapping around your waist, he bit roughly at your neck, holding you tight enough to prevent your escape. You stifled a yelp, hoping it was soft enough for any passerby not to hear.
“You really think I’d let you go after that?” he said between bites. He spun you around, pushing you up against the edge of the table and pressing a heated kiss on your lips. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”
His hand was up your skirt in seconds, your legs lifting up as you leaned back onto the cold surface of the table as if by instinct. He remained over you, returning to biting and sucking at the sensitive skin on your neck and the top of your chest while his hand journeyed up your inner thigh, the sensation causing your legs to tighten around his waist. It took every ounce of strength you had not to make too much noise, even as he skillfully played with every part of you that he knew would pull desperate sounds from your mouth.
“I had to be quiet for you, princess,” he hummed against your skin. “Now you have to be quiet for me.” He rubbed your clit through the fabric of your underwear, teasing and toying with you as he pleased as you tried desperately to keep your mouth shut. Small noises chirped from your throat as his fingers rolled and pressed at your most sensitive areas, your eyes rolling back and mind almost forgetting what you weren’t supposed to do.
Noticing your silence, Maul shoved your underwear aside, entering you without warning, the frigid metal shocking your core as it made contact with you. It felt like a bolt of lightning through your spine, and though you had been dutiful before, your resolve threatened to snap. Your hand quickly clasped over your mouth before a moan escaped your lips, your eyes screwing themselves shut so that you could concentrate. But he didn’t hesitate to make your life even more difficult, moving against you quickly and roughly, almost in desperation, almost as if he wanted you to make a sound. Your walls tightened and your legs wrapped around his waist to force him closer to you.
Every thrust was agonizing, the pressure in you building up, pushing you to your limit. Your arms encircled his neck, head falling back as euphoria encased your senses, all logic falling away into a sea of red and black. Sensing your edge, Maul pressed yet another kiss on your lips, muffling your moans as you came.
Pulling away, his forehead rested on yours, both of your chests heaving from the effort. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he whispered, a smile on his face. Parting from you slowly, he straightened his clothing while you sat back up on the table, face flushed.
“Now for the hard part,” he sighed heavily. “Getting out of here without being seen.”
#this one is just straight up bad#darth maul#darth maul x reader#darth maul x you#maul#maul x reader#star wars x reader#star wars x you
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💕 check in tag 💕
Thank you for tagging me @yoongsjoonie 💜 I love doing these asjdhsjks
1. why did you choose your url?
I just love Jimin, and he's the cause of my euphoria (just a lil play on the lyrics asjdhsjks). I had too many url ideas that I just did a number generator and this was the result, which I'm happy with tbh bc as time goes on the more true the statement is ahah
2. any sideblogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them
yeah I have a few: @eltonithinkyouareoverrreacting that's just based around Elton John, Rocketman, Bohrap, the Bohrap cast, Queen and then Blinded By The Lights and Bruce Springsteen. I have @crossniallsmind which is just a One Direction blog. Also @calumsfatallovesong which is just basically a Calum Hood account. I do have one that is just there bc of the url which is @ravenclawavenger
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
I think it's been about 8 years now lmaoo
4. do you have a queue tag?
No I don't tag my queue ahah, I do use the queue tho to post majority of my kpop stuff. So if you see stuff on my blog that's not kpop it means I'm actually online ahaha
5. why did you start your blog in the first place?
I hated my old blog and I wanted to make a new one that none of my old school friends follow
6. why did you choose your icon?
it's one of many photos I love of him and I feel like it goes with my header, sort of ahah
7. why did you choose your header?
The mv is just so beautiful, and its one of my favourites of Taemin's and I miss him so much 🥺
8. what's your post with the most notes?
i think it's this post but my bucky and seb multi moodboard post is close behind it
9. how many mutuals do you have?
sooo many, if you're reading this you're my mutual 💕
10. how many followers do you have?
1,117 💜
11. how many people do you follow?
921!
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
yeah I think so ahah
13. how often do you use tumblr each day?
it ranges, but apparently from my app usage I'm averaged at 6 hours a day ahah
14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?
The only kind of arguments I've had are at shitty anons who've attacked my mutuals
15. how do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?
I tend to ignore them lmaoo
16. do you like tag games?
Yessss i bloody love them!!! I love the interactions and seeing how different the answers are from everyone
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I really do! I love it when you guys interact with me and vice versa 💕 it's so much fun
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
Every single one of them!
19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?
I used to, but now I'm dating her so the crush has developed beautifully 🙊
20. tags?
Oooo right okay, I'm gonna tag some lovely people i want to get to know better. But of course you don't have to do it! @dearpatiencex @thezimniysoldat @baumarvel @baekjin @angellkisses @dashingwishes
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hi guys i’m late as always because i was cleaning but hi!!! i’m fiona, from the pst timezone, n sebastian here is my troublesome child ... i’ve had him for a while but haven’t been able to develop him as much as i’ve wanted to so i’m super excited to do so here!!
[ douglas booth + cismale + he/him ] —— have you met sebastian vanzin? they are a twenty-three year old senior currently studying music composition. they live on farrow house, and word around campus is that this gemini is audacious + charming, as well as rebellious + egocentric. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. scattered music compositions, pouring a bottle of wine over his head, and snickering behind other’s backs.
HIS BACKGROUND
here’s another little prodigy hoe with family issues into the mix... queue the theme song of succession to play
he comes from a big family, his parents weren’t necessarily looking to raise children or have a family, more so create kids that could one day be of some use to them
he is the oldest kid but literally.... lacks the most responsibility and was not always ‘present’ so to say as the role model of the family.. literally told his younger siblings that their parents don’t love them lmfao
their family life is pretty rigid, parents never said they loved them as kids or that they were proud of them, because it was never good enough for them and they had the most unrealistic expectations for their kids
his parents discouraged his interest in music and pushed him towards fencing and sword fighting so he spent hours upon hours fighting and perfecting it until he started performing in matches etc
he eventually started writing and composing music, he started taking violin. cello, and piano classes with money saved up secretly behind his parents back and met an amazing teacher that taught him everything he knows now this teacher ended up trying to utilize his talents and potential to exploit him for his own good n when seb found that out he felt betrayed and left, accused him of using him and fell into a pit of self pity and teenage angst that everyone around him wanted to benefit off of him in some way
nothing changed and he went back to sword fighting and piano lessons to the point where his parents just harbored it as eat, sleep, practice, repeat.. he didn’t see his siblings as much as he wanted and this caused a lot of pent up rage and anger towards a lot of people and himself
he got so frustrated during points of his life of feeling trapped and desiring grander things that he started acting out a LOT. he crashed his parents nice ass car when he stole it one night, started sleeping around and essentially ghosting a lot of girls bc he just needed a stress relief! and he didn’t know that if you took a girl’s virginity.. she might call you a lot after!
started drinking etc and eventually got into trouble way too much in high school he got into a fight w somebody when they provoked him (we love a man with no self control or restraint!) and he sent them to the hospital and eventually into a coma where they didn’t make it.. his parents helped him cover it up and they managed it as self defense but the subject is VERY touchy and it haunts him a lot to this day but let’s not talk about trauma or anything let’s get drunk lmao
eventually his parents got annoyed and shipped him off to boarding school and it was his first time into the world without parental supervision or them breathing down his neck so he went.. total riot club ham and got himself into WAAAY too much trouble freshman year
HIS PERSONALITY
he’s a smart ass. acts like he knows more than you. incredibly smug. thinks he’s something special bc he’s talented in different aspects and has a love for the arts
spends a lot of time in the library, kind of gatsby esque in his love for big parties and grand things and gestures. very dionysus-like in a way that he’s indulgent and selfish now.. things came full circle and u can blame his parents for that baby!
an instigator for poor choices and bad ideas. he does stupid shit. he gets bored and wants terror..... queue donna tartt “beauty is terror”
he’s a big family guy.. misses his siblings a lot but always lacked the ability to vocalize his love for them and felt out of place as the eldest child
acts like he’s not a sad boy by distracting himself and drowning himself in dry sarcastic stupid humor when he is in fact a sad boy! think damon salvatore humor at times. maybe even klaus from the umbrella academy
flaunts his money sometimes mostly bc to him money really doesn’t matter despite how shallow he can be sometimes
WANTED CONNECTIONS
fwb, fling!!! something that isn’t serious, just two pals having sex!
a bad influence? somebody he likes to corrupt bc.. finger guns.. that’s his jam! they get into trouble together or he’s always convincing them to do some dumb shitan accomplice!!!!
maybe somebody who knows that he put somebody in a coma and then they passed.. could use it as blackmail against him in some way
he needs friends who will be the ultimate riot club dumbasses and haze other kids and be snooty little posh assholes that wreak havoc and do dumb shit
somebody that he buys drugs from often, they could either not give a fuck about him or maybe sees that he is spiraling into something and is concerned? think maybe fez with rue from euphoria vibes
anyone that hates him.... this is so easy... he’s literally a piece of shit
somebody that he used to train or teach when he was younger? somebody who looked up to him in a way with one of his skills and now knows his personality and is disappointed that they ever looked up to him
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