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acupoftaewithsomesuga · 2 months

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Good Girl • Mingi Song

mingi x fem!reader

summary• Ateez comes to hang out with you and your other gal friends. After playing games and karaoke, the night starts to settle down. You decide to spend the rest of your night producing music. You get lost in your thoughts when Mingi suddenly comes to your room. You try to focus but you can't help but see him through your prereferral and your deepest fantasies become a reality.

warnings• switch mingi (if you squint), SMUT (kinda filthy), smut without plot?, friends to partners, pet names (baby girl, princess, baby boy), praise kink, hickeys, big dick mingi, oral (m&f! receiving), nipple play (f! receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, scratching

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a/n• first time writing smut in a long time! I hope y'all like it! Please give me some requests and I will try my best to get to them and do them :))))

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You look around and see San and Wooyoung sprawled out on the couch. You take this as a queue to settle down for the night. “I’m going to go ahead and head to my room.” You announced pouring yourself another glass of wine. “Okay, get some rest y/n.” Hongjoong replied, flashing you a smile. You and Hongjoong were pretty close since you guys would produce music together. You would often spend countless nights joking around and having deep conversations. With that being said he knew all your secrets and you knew his. But there is one secret he will forever tease you on, and it's the fact that you like Mingi. You confessed to Joong the one night you had too much alcohol. You were both sharing secrets when the topic came up. When you told him his eyes went wide followed by a “Holy shit.” It was almost like he knew something you didn’t. You asked him why he had a cheeky smile on his face but he refused to tell you.

You also had a fair relationship with Mingi. You talked a handful of times but it was never long conversations. Your relationship was very playful and childish at times as you would bicker at each other often. You were both pretty shy around each other at times and couldn’t find the courage to hangout with each other outside of the group. Until last week when Mingi came over to produce some music with you. You both exchanged flirtatious jokes but most of the time it was focused on producing. You were both comfortable around each other but the most that yall have ever done was hug each other goodbye. Mingi and you would be lying if yall said you didn’t blush every time you hugged him tightly when it was time for him to leave.

You go through the hallway and make a left turn to your room. You turn on your lamp next to your desk and take a seat on your rolling chair. You open up your laptop and start your music software program. You go through all your files until you find the one you want. You place your headphones on your ears and listen to what you have already produced. You take a huge gulp of your wine letting it consume your body even more. The gears in your brain start to turn as you find places to add certain beats. Your head lightly bobs to the rhythm as you play with your keyboard to find the best notes. You get so in the zone when you produce. The beautiful track that you make forces you to close your eyes. You hum a pretty melody and sing random gibberish to see how well it goes with the song. You sway left to right thinking about the harmonies that would go well with the song. You take off your headphones and turn on your speakers just so you can hear what it sounds like. You felt that the mixing could be better on certain parts. You felt that the cords would sound better in... “A major 7.” you jumped at the deep voice and just froze.

Your heart rate skyrocketed in the presence of someone else in your room. They were right behind you and you debated attacking or not. You place your hands off of your keyboard and swivel around in your chair. You are welcomed by a gummy smile and messy black-haired Mingi sitting on the edge of your bed. “Sorry did I scare you,” Mingi giggled. You couldn’t help but laugh and respond with “You know, I almost attacked you right.” Mingi then rolled his eyes at the thought of your tiny body lodging at him and attempting to fuck him up. “Yeah right, be honest with yourself. You wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” He expressed with his head cocked to the side and a cheeky smirk on his face. “Do that again and you will see what I am capable of, Mr. Song.” As you said that the room fell silent.

You just stared at each other without saying a word. The tension between the two of you was extreme. All you could think about at that moment was sitting on his lap and making out with him. Followed by trailing kisses down his body till you fell on your knees in front of him. You snapped out of your thoughts when Mingi finally broke eye contact with you. And you couldn’t help but see his ears turn pink as he looked down at the floor. Oh, was he flustered? You thought as you laid back in your chair. You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh that caught Mingi’s attention causing him to give you a sheepish smile. “Is there anything that you need Mingi?” you asked. “Hmm?” he responded with puppy eyes. He was definitely the cutest when he flashed those eyes at you. He looked so innocent when you knew he wasn't. He would always put on this cute act and then proceed to do the naughtiest things. It was a part of his game and you knew it. Two can play that game.

“You came into my room, did you need anything?” you repeat yourself raising your eyebrow. He then began looking around nervously trying to find a reason why he was in there. In all honesty, he just wanted to get some alone time with you but he was too nervous to admit that. He didn’t want to admit that he wanted to hold you in his arms and make love to you. He’d rather you admit it first so he could make his move. The way you looked tonight has him thinking about the way you would sound under him. How good would you sound from him pleasing your overstimulated core? At this point you could tell exactly why he came in here, you could see the desire in his eyes. You wanted it just as much as he wanted it.

“Mingi?” you said with a concerned expression. Mingi’s eyes started to dart around the room as he started to play with the rings on his long fingers. “I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay! You walked away in a rush and I didn’t know if you were upset or just not feeling well. I just came by to make sure you were good and it looks like you are good because you are up making music–” He stopped rambling when you placed your hand on his. “I’m okay I promise.” You expressed suddenly getting up to sit next to Mingi on the bed. It was cute to see him all flustered especially when you had an idea of how he acted with other women. Mingi was always very flirty but when he was finally with someone he really liked his confidence switched. “Well, at least I am now.” You squeezed his hand tight and looked into his eyes.

You were so close to each other that you could hear his heartbeat. He then intertwined his hands into yours and held onto it tight. His eye trailed to your lips and came back up to meet your eyes. You could see his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “You know Mingi, I really like you–” Before you could finish, his other hand cuffed your face and his thumb caressed your cheek. “So do I. Ever since I met you I couldn’t get my mind off of you, you are gorgeous baby.” His voice was lower and deeper than before causing it to send a shiver down your spine. You can’t lie the fact that Mingi called you baby made you squeeze your thighs closer together and he saw that. He took mental notes of how his words affected you and how he could use that against you.

Mingi then moved closer and whispered in your ear, “I have been wanting you to be mine for a long time baby girl.” A slight whimper escaped your lips right into his ear causing him to smirk deviously. Your dominant behavior went out of the window as soon as he gained his confidence back. He found your weak spot and wanted to push you further. He then pulled away from your ear and looked you in your eyes. It was already challenging for you to breathe as he looked at you with siren eyes. You couldn’t imagine how it was going to feel once you got what you wanted. His demeanor changing caused your demeanor to change as well. You bit your bottom lip by impulse and grabbed onto his neck. A slight chuckle came from Mingi as he saw what a mess he already made you. He hadn't even touched you yet and you were already ready to give yourself to him.

You lifted yourself up and saddled onto his lap, both legs placed on either side of his thighs. His hands went down your side to your waist, squeezing them. You kissed his cheek and then moved your lips to his ear, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “Mingi, I have been waiting for you to fuck me ever since we met.” At your words, he bit his lip and closed his eyes. His hands then lingered to your ass, rubbing it softly. “Oh yeah?” He uttered trying to sound devious but it just came out needy. You felt him twitch underneath your core and it drove you insane. The heat emanating from you drove him insane. You moved from his ear and looked him in his eyes. “Yes.” you breathed. Before Mingi could react your lips met. It was slow at first as you both were trying to savor the moment. It was such a beautiful sight, the lights dimmed, Mingi’s legs hanging off the bed, you on top of him, his arm around your waist, one hand resting on your ass, his other hand rubbing your outer thigh, one of your hands digging your nails into his shoulder, and the other intertwined in his black hair pulling him closer.

Involuntarily you started to move your hips back and forth causing Mingi to buck slightly into you. With that, the kiss got more intense. The kisses became desperate and eager as you both opened your mouths to let each other in. Your tongues danced against each other as y’all continued to make out. Mingi pulled away from the kiss and then bit onto your lower lip. He trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. He started to suck on your neck leaving a big hickey on your skin. You threw your head back as he marked you. You both were drunk off of each other and didn’t know how to deal with the emotions at hand. Should we stop? You thought to yourself. You were in so deep that you couldn’t stop now.

You heard the boys and your girls laugh in the living room which broke you out of your concentration. You looked at Mingi and you giggled “Give me a minute.” You got up and walked towards the door, locking it. You then walked to your computer to turn on music so your noises could be muffled. You turned back to the bed to see Mingi lying back, his elbows resting on the mattress. God, he was so attractive like this, ready to be touched on every inch of his body. His eyes lingered up and down your body, imagining how pretty you would look without anything on. You made direct eye contact with him as you curled your fingers around the hem of your shorts. His lips parted slightly and his breathing became hitched at the sight of you stripping right in front of him. All you could do was smirk at how needy he looked for you. You could see his print through his sweatpants and it was driving you insane but you wanted to continue to tease him.

“You want this off baby?” you tugged at your shirt and smiled. All Mingi could do was nod his head. “Use your words baby boy. Do you want me to take this off for you?” you replied. “Fuck- yes please.” Mingi said with urgency. The way you talked to him turned him on in the most unholiest way possible. He has never had another woman talk to him like this and it was exciting him in a way he couldn’t explain. You smirked at his response and grabbed the cloth that was clinging to your skin. You pulled it over your head to show the bra that was matching with your underwear. “You are so gorgeous.” he breathed out while sitting up from the bed. You smiled at Mingi and walked closer towards him. “Just for you.” Your chest was lined up with his head. He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you closer, and kissed your chest.

He pulled away to take off his shirt and you suddenly stopped him. He flashed those puppy eyes at you again in confusion. “Let me do it for you Mingi.” He didn't argue and just put his hands to the side. You kissed him and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, and tossing it across the room. You noticed his toned muscles had become illuminated by the dimmed light. Fuck he looked so good. Mingi leaned back on the bed just like he did before and you climbed on top of him once again. You palmed his face and asked “Are you sure you want to do this? There is no going back if we do.” Mingi stared at you for a second and thought about your friendship and how it would change. He had to make a serious decision with you and it couldn’t be driven by lust. Mingi swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth and replied, “I have never been so sure in my life princess.” You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and giggle. “Good,” you whispered, pulling his face closer to yours.

Your lips collided with his quickly getting intense. You held onto his neck steady so the both of you wouldn’t get too rough with the kisses. Your tongue ran across the entrance of his lips and he instantly let you in. You swayed your hips back and forth on his print causing a noticeable wet spot to form on his sweatpants. A soft moan escaped Mingi’s mouth sending the vibration to your soaking wet core. Your tongues danced with each other once again as his hands found their way to your back, unclipping your bra strap. Without pulling away from the kiss you grabbed your bra and tossed it to the side. You pressed yourself close to him, making skin-to-skin contact with each other. Your hands were all over him, running your hands through his hair all the way down to his arms. One of his hands was rubbing your back while the other was rubbing your thigh. You pulled away from the kiss and started to kiss Mingi’s neck. He groaned at the sensation of your lips sucking on his skin, entangling his fingers into your hair. You slightly bit at his neck and then kissed his jaw. You then spoke softly “Let me please you baby.” He instantly nodded his head in agreement.

With that, you kissed down his chest all the way to his stomach until you fell on your knees in front of him. Your hands moved from his thighs to the print in his pants. Mingi inhaled sharply as your hands ran across his hard dick. He maintained strong eye contact with you as he watched your every move. You reached for the hem of his sweatpants and Mingi lifted slightly so you could slide them down easily. As you pulled them down you watched as his dick slapped against his stomach. You gasped at the sight of his huge dick, stopping in your tracks. Watching the precum drip from his tip. Mingi smirked and let his tongue poke the side of his cheek at your reaction. You looked back up at him and grabbed his cock with your small hands and started pumping. He watched you, every single movement, enjoying the show. As you looked him in the eyes you stuck out your tongue and licked the precum that was dripping off his tip. You moan at the taste of him and you couldn’t wait to taste even more of him. Mingi looked at you as you took his tip in your mouth with one hand wrapped around his base. Your tongue licked circles around his tip causing him to throw his head back. “Good girl.” he moaned, grabbing the back of your head. He looked back up at you and bit his lip, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Mingi groaned as he felt your mouth go down the length of his dick. His eyes opened wider at the sight of his dick fully disappearing in your mouth. “Oh my fucking god y/n!” he breathed as you started to bop your head slowly up and down. His hands pulled some of your hair out of your face, gripping it behind your head making a makeshift ponytail. You started to pick up the pace, staring at how he reacted. His lips were slightly parted and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. His hair was messily scattered in his face but you could still see his eyes staring at you lustfully. “You're such a good girl for me princess.'' His words made you moan, sending a vibration to his dick. Moans continued to escape Mingi’s mouth uncontrollably as you forced his dick down your throat repeatedly. Mingi’s eyebrows scrunched together and you could feel him twitch in your mouth. He was about to cum but he didn't want to just yet.

He gripped your hair tighter and forcefully removed you from his cock. Saliva trailed from his dick to your mouth, his dick was fully coated. You went back down in an attempt to feel your mouth back up. “Fuck.” he groaned as he pulled you back again. He saw that you were so eager to keep sucking and that drove him insane. “Please.” you whimpered looking into his eyes. “Please what princess? Tell me what you want.” he said, sending a chill down your spine. “I want you to cum in my mouth Mingi.” you begged. His dick twitched in response. “Open.” he demanded and you obeyed. He pulled you closer to his dick, guiding you down his length. The eye contact was intense to the point where you could feel his eyes burning into yours. You started off slow but quickly picked up the pace. Your throat made different noises as you forced your head down in his dick at a fast pace.

Mingi moaned and groaned loudly, feeling the whole room with unholy noises that you have never heard before. Tears started to flow down your cheeks as you continued to force him down. “Please– keep going, I’m gonna cum for you baby girl.” he expressed. You then started to moan causing another vibration to travel through his dick. He couldn’t hold it back. With a few more pumps he pushed your head down far on his length. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth followed by his cum coating your throat. You swallowed every last drop and continued to clean all the cum off his dick that managed to escape your throat. Mingi’s fingers were still tightly gripping your hair as his body twitched. You couldn’t believe you just made him cum like that. Mingi let go of your head and you sat up, wiping your mouth.

He pulled you back onto his lap and he kissed you, tasting himself. He then lifted up and you immediately wrapped your legs around him. He placed you in the middle of the bed and showered you with slow meaningful kisses. Him being hovered over you made you feel small. You were soaked and desperately wanting to be touched. “Mingi– please I need you.” you begged wanting him to fill you to the brim. “Hold on princess, let me take care of you, okay?.” You eagerly nodded and watched as he went down to your chest and kissed your nipple. He gently licked your nipple making you hum in pleasure. His hand then made its way to your other nipple, tracing circles around it. Your heart started to race more when he started sucking on your nipple. This caused you to arch your back slightly at the feeling of his warm lips around you.

He then moved his lips down your tummy, kissing it softly while looking up at you. He made his way to your thigh where he started to rub and kiss your inner thigh. He then reached for your panties, intertwining his long fingers with the fabric that was in the way of your core. He pulled them down revealing how soaked you were. He breathed in sharply followed by a quiet and deep “fuck.” You could feel him breathing, he was so close to you. He kissed your inner thigh and then pushed your knees up to your chest. You then felt his lips make contact with your core, kissing it gently. His tongue then licked you all the way up from your entrance to your clit, your juices dripping off of his tongue. Causing you to clench at the feeling.

He moaned at the taste of you trying to saver how you tasted on his tongue. “You taste so good baby girl.” He expressed. Before you could say anything Mingi started to flick his tongue on your clit causing you to moan loudly. His tongue was moving rapidly making it hard for you to stop moaning. His fingers dug into your skin where he was holding you, trying to keep you still. Mingi then started sucking on your clit sending you into a spiral. It was a feeling that you never experienced before, making you clench. “S-such a go-good boy,” your moans were broken as you tried to praise him. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and you didn’t know what to do, the pleasure was unbelievable.

You felt his index finger slide against your entrance. A small whimper came from you as he continued to tease your swollen pussy. “Mingi please–” you begged, trying to buck your hips into his fingers. He pushed his finger into you, making you gasp for air. Both the sensation of him sucking your clit and fingering you made you arch your back and say his name repeatedly. You couldn't help but reach down and grab his hair, tugging at it as softly as you could. Mingi then slid another finger into you, sending you over the edge. He stopped sucking and went back to licking circles on your clit. You were so sensitive as you felt yourself almost reaching your high. He again picked up the pace making you moan his name loudly.

At this point the music was useless, you kept drowning it out as your moans echoed off the walls. You gripped onto his hair tight causing him to moan against your core. He knew you were close and you didn’t even have to say it. He looked up to see your eyebrows scrunched together and all he could do was smile while he was flicking his tongue on your clit. He felt your walls grip around his fingers as you tugged at his hair. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you felt an orgasm coming. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and separated your thighs further. At that moment you felt the knot in your stomach pop. A loud moan escaped your lips as you came. But he didn’t stop, he continued to lick your clit. “Mingi– oh my god please!” you screamed your other hand tugging at the sheets. You sat up and looked down and looked at the sight of Mingi’s face deep in your pussy. Your body jerked aggressively as he kept eating you out. “Fuuuck Minnngiiii!” You screamed loudly, knowing your scream penetrated through the walls. Allowing everyone to hear how he was pleasing you.

He slowly pulled away and looked up at you. His face and mouth were soaked and your juices were dripping from his chin. The sight was so beautiful you couldn't help but stare at him. A smile formed on his face as he licked his lips. “You make the most precious sounds baby,” he cooed, making you blush. “Are you okay princess?” he asked you. “Holy shit I am now.” you breathed out followed by a soft giggle. “But now I want more of you Mingi.” You sounded so needy and Mingi loved that, he was dying to see how far he could push you and this was the best opportunity for it. “Your wish is granted sweetheart.” Mingi then got on top of you and pinned you down by your wrist. He started to kiss your lips followed by your cheek. You looked down and exhaled, being reminded of how big Mingi was. He then whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry I will go slow for you.” You grabbed his face and passionately kissed him. This kiss was slower than the other and more meaningful.

“Are you ready?” He asked between the kisses. You slowly nodded, rubbing your hand along his cheek. Mingi took his hand and guided it toward your entrance. He rubbed his tip across your soaking pussy making you whimper once again. He slowly pushed his tip into your pussy and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He slowly pushed in some more causing you to hold onto his bicep tightly, your nails softly dig into them. He then finally pushed all the way in, allowing his tip to kiss your cervix. You both moaned at the feeling of Mingi deep in you. You were trying to adjust to his size and he was trying to adjust to your grip. Mingi took a deep breath and planted another kiss on your lips. “Wow you are so tight,” he whispered in your ear. “Just for you,” you breathed out. Mingi let out a slight moan at your words. That shit just drove him crazy and you noticed. "I'm all yours Mingi," you said into his ear.

You then wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. "I'm yours y/n," he said, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking. He slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back into you. You both moaned at the sudden sensation. You reached for his back, softly clawing at his skin. He kept thrusting into you at a slow pace making sure he wasn't hurting you. It was so nice for someone to be gentle with you and please you. You absolutely loved how Mingi whispered sweet compliments on your neck. You moved one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. "Mingi faster please, I'm ready," you begged. He then started to pick up the pace. You moaned in pleasure and dug marks on his back. Mingi let his lips press against yours, moaning into the kiss. He slowly lifted up, putting his hands under your thigh. He then pushed them up closer to your chest.

You looked back at him and nodded your head in agreement. And with one swift movement, he pulled out and slammed into you. He hit your g-spot sending you into a trance. He started thrusting roughly in and out of you. You couldn't even moan, your mouth was just left wide open. Mingi on the other hand had his head thrown back as he started to moan loudly followed by sweet compliments, "Y/n, you are so beautiful. You feel so good. I don't want to stop." You moaned in response to his words as he filled you with pleasure, "Mingi. Baby. Harder." He then looked back down at you "Fuck." he breathed. He was hesitant but he wanted to give you what you wanted. With one swift movement, he held you close to him with his left arm around your waist and anchored both of you with his right arm on the bed. You then wrapped your arms around his neck.

He then started to thrust in you at an ungodly pace. "Yes! Just like that baby!" you screamed as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around his dick causing Mingi to grunt loudly. "Shit, you want it right there princess," he said in a breathy tone as he watched your eyes roll back in your head. The room was filled with moans and the sound of the bed violently creaking. Mingi put his head in the nock of your neck trying so hard not to cum. He wanted to please you for as long as possible. Giving you what you deserve.

You could tell Mingi was getting tired by the sloppiness of his thrust. “Let me turn around, please. I want to get on my hands and knees” you moaned in his ear. He then slowly pulled out and kissed you once again. Your tongues danced in each other's mouths while his hand trailed to your nipple. Slowly flicking it, sending an overstimulating sensation to your core. You turned around and Mingi looked down. He saw your pretty ass in the air which caused him to smack it. A little whimper came out of your mouth as you wiggled your ass in excitement. He then looked at his dick and saw your juices all over his dick. He wanted there to be more on it. He rubbed your ass and lined up his dick with your entrance. He slowly pushed in your soaking wet pussy. “Fuck! Mingi!” You screamed as this position reached your g-spot better. Before he could thrust in and out of you, you started to move back and forth on his dick. He was staying still and watching you slide on him. He laid his hands on your ass and watched how your pussy was wrapped around his dick. “Holy shit baby,” he breathed, throwing his head back. He was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely felt like he was in heaven when he was inside you.

You whimpered as you continued to move up and down on his dick, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. He then grabbed onto your waist making you come to a halt. You felt his hand trail from your lower back to your shoulder. With one movement he grabbed onto your wrist and your shoulder, pulling you up against his chest. He then wrapped his hand around your throat. “No one can fuck you better than me,” he whispered in your ear causing you whimper in response. “I’m going to fill you up babygirl.” He whispered, letting go of your neck and wrist. This caused your chest to make contact with this bed again. “Please Mingi–.” You moaned. Without hesitation, Mingi started to thrust fast and steady into your core. This causes you to form a fist with your hands and he saw.

You gripped around his dick as you felt him slide in and out of you. You felt your juices running down your thigh as he moaned your name. He was thrusting in you so hard that the headboard attached to the bed started to knock against the wall, making a loud thud. He was hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and your back to arch. You couldn’t believe this was happening. That Mingi was balls deep into you giving you the love and affection you needed. “Spank me please,” you begged and Mingi behaved. You heard a loud slap and a heat form on your ass. You moaned loudly as the contact sent a wave through your body. “Mi-Mingi,” you moaned as he continued to slap your ass multiple times while thrusting into you aggressively. He then pulled you up near his chest once again by your wrist still pumping at a steady pace. He reached his hand around your waist and his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed circles on your clit sending you into a spiral.

You were so close and Mingi could tell by the way your pussy clenched around him. He was close himself and your grip around him didn’t make it any better. Your legs started to get weak as you felt a knot in your stomach. “Cum for me baby,” you heard Mingi demand. You obeyed and were finally released. Your legs shook as you felt him fill you up with cum. Loud moans filled the air followed by heavy breathing. Mingi pulled out and stared at your pussy waiting for cum to spill out of you. Just as he wanted cum dripped out of your pussy and started to run down your thigh. Mingi smacked your ass one more time causing you to moan his name once again. Your ass had his handprint all over it.

He turned you around and placed kisses all over you. He laid next to you and moved your hair out of your face. He flashed you a smile and asked “Are you okay? Did I go too hard?�� You giggled and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. “No it was perfect,” you responded. You put your head on his chest and rubbed his cheek. Mingi suddenly got up and picked up a clean towel. He spread your legs and cleaned you off. You stared at him with the biggest smile on your face and he smiled back. After cleaning you he crawled back and held you close to his chest. He moved your sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead and kissed it multiple times. “You did amazing by the way y/n.” All you could do was giggle, “No you did amazing Mingi.” You could feel him smile against your skin. “Only because of you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment and looked up to kiss him passionately. “Mingi, I love you.” you expressed staring deeply in his eyes. Mingi’s smile became so big and he became flustered. “I love you too y/n.”

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yeosbbm · 7 months

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Studio Sessions

Smut | MDNI

starring: producer! Hongjoong x producer! Fem reader

genre: lovers reunited, yearning between two, coworkers to lovers/friends to lovers

summary: You helped Hongjoong produce music for Ateez for so long but soon left due to feeling as though they didn’t need you. But you get a call from KQ asking for you to help out with their new comeback to keep Hongjoong from wearing himself out. After reconnecting with him, your dynamic and relationship with him takes a turn.

warnings/prevs: hongjoong is whipped for the reader, reader lowkey denying their own feelings 😭, sweet/dirty talk, pet names, thigh riding, a half cup of cunnilingus, fingering, overstim implied, one moment of impact play, unprotected piv (wrap it up), light dom-sub dynamic.

A/n: in this work I honestly didn’t/barely use “y/n” and changed up the perspectives to experiment and I actually prefer this tbh. I had so much writing this you guys you don’t understand 😭 btw I might remove my mingi fic after reading over it and push it pt.2 will be released tomorrow 🫶🏾

Session #1

“Wait so, she’s coming back.:.to help with producing the comeback.”

Hongjoong is shocked you cared to come back. Starting at the Thanxx era, you produced for KQ alongside Hongjoong, but after a while you questioned your talents or if Ateez even needed you. So you departed from the company after the Deja Vu comeback. It shattered Hongjoong because the best of Ateez was from you two’s hard work.

What also shattered him was his feelings for you. He was in love with you, he knew that it was inappropriate to feel that way about a friend and colleague, but he couldn’t help it. His love and right hand support was gone.

“We realized that this album has put a strain on you and we don’t need anyone to strain themselves mentally or physically before the comeback.” Hongjoong is listening but isn’t as attentive as he usually was during one on one meetings. He was still trying to wrap his head around how you and him are going to be in the same room again after all this time.

“So, we reached out to her and luckily she hasn’t transferred to a new label. She agreed to rejoin KQ.”

Hongjoongs head is finally out the clouds. “This is great thank you sir, I need to prepare and clean my studio and file what we have.” He wanted you to see him in his best condition.

“There’s no need she’s already in the studio.” Fuck.

After speedwalking through the building he finally reaches his studio. Through a cracked door he could see you stood there, running your hand on the sound board. He swallows and decides to come in. “Hey it’s me, I-I didn’t think you’d get here so soon.” He tried to sound as natural as possible.

“It seems like Joongie still can’t manage to keep his studio tidy.” You laugh while running your hand through all the software you haven’t used in forever.

Hongjoong is stuck..why ? because he’s realized from you calling him ‘joongie’ alone, all the memories and feelings for you have flooded back.

You walk towards him and embrace him. You’ve missed him too, and feeling him in real time makes your heart ache in nostalgia and a sea of suppressed feelings. “I’m proud of you guys, Bouncy was a hit I’m shocked you guys even need me back.”

Hongjoongs eyes are set on your face, you’re as pretty as the last time he’s seen you. “I wish you had never left.” Now you were both stuck wordlessly staring at each other.

You snap out of it and back away to clap your hands. “Then let’s get to work shall we!”

Hongjoong’s head is once again, finally out the clouds. “YEA! Let’s make this happen.”

Session #5

You and Hongjoong have now had 5 sessions recording, editing and sorting the music and vocals, and Joong has enjoyed every bit of it. He always puts every ounce of passion, effort and creativity into his music, whether you’re there or not, but something about you being here adds a spark.

You hadn’t came in yet due to errands. Hongjoong had to record Mingi on his own. Mingi finally leaves the booth so him and Hongjoong can listen through.

“So, what do you think about her coming back.” Mingi says twiddling his thumbs.

“All I can say is that I’m glad.” He was more than glad, he was ecstatic to have you by his side again. But, he knew gushing about you to Min might cause a ripple effect.

“So what have you thought about her these days..has she changed…has your view on her changed orr?.”

Hongjoong didn’t know where to start.

On a colleague level, he thinks you’re an amazing part of the team and admires your work ethic. On a romantic level, wants to see you outside the studio, have a home date that ends with him kissing the top of your head and cuddling on your couch. And for the more lustful thoughts, he already thinks you’re pretty, but thinks you’d be prettier while you cry from overstim, he wants to make you feel fireworks while you cum from his mouth, hands, di-

“Earth to Joong damn it.” Mingi is sat laughing and apalled on how caught in his thoughts Joong was. “Sorry sorry I’ve been missing sleep.”

“You’ve been missing her.” Mingi could tell and had a grin of knowing.

“No I haven’t.” He did. He wished you dropped the errands and was sitting by him right now.

“Wowww I didn’t know it was like that Hj.” You walked in only hearing the final two bits of their convo. Fuck.

After Mingi left, you and Joong sat in the studio mixing audios and perfecting songs that had already been finished. For hours you two laugh, bonded and caught up on old times.

Joong had moments where he was so fixated by you. Whether it was your face of focus on your laptop, the way you smiled at him when the mix sounds good, how your body moves when you truly feel the beat.

Soon Hongjoong had left momentarily in order to practice choreo with the members. He told you he’d be back since you wanted to stay behind. When he returned by 1am he expected you to still be awake working hard like old times. But you haven’t worked this hard on a song in so long you fell asleep.

As you slept on the couch, using a blanket he keeps in his studio. Hongjoong could only stare, seeing you so still and peaceful…your most beautiful form.

He dims the lights, fixes the blanket, and takes off your shoes. Normally the change of lighting alone would wake you but the studio was so tranquil you can sleep so deeply. Before Hongjoong starts working on his own,,he kisses your forehead.

Session #10

You can sense that your feelings for Joong are returning during this session. It started with him buying your favorite drink order with a sticky note attached.

“Had to go to a quick photoshoot, wait for me <3 [: ”

Then it’s how when he got there, he put his hands on your shoulders while watching you work. The weight of his hands alone has your stomach filled with rapid butterflies. What really killed you is when he leaned down to whisper a suggestion in your ear for the sample placement.

You shivered and thanked him for telling you, then hid your face by staring directly in the screen, avoiding him possibly seeing you flustered.

The icing is how you began to have eye strain and head was humming from the loud sounds around you. Your senses were becoming dull and all you could do was squint and wince in your chair.

“You good ?” He turns his chair to you concerned. “Yea it’s just my head no worries.” You rub your eyes a bit and stretch your arms before going back to your work.

Then you hear Hongjoong get up from his chair, you assume he needs to grab something but hear him directly behind you, then he rakes his hands through your hair up your scalp and begin massaging and rubbing pattens with his fingers.

The cherry on top was when he leaned forward into your ear again but this time he whispered. “That feel good ?” You nod and have to keep yourself from thinking out of pocket scenarios that involve you and him in bed. You know he’s simply talking about your headache but…Fuck.

Final Session.

“Uuuuh lower the synths here so it doesn’t drown out Yeosangs vocals.”

“Joong if we get rid of the synths here…” You hint at how this could compromise the beat.

“I know the beat will sound empty but I need something to highlight but not drown out Yeosang’s voice since it’s deeper.” He is clearly stressed, you can tell by how he’s holding his head stumped and how tired he looks. Then you have a lightbulb moment.

“Wait….” you turn your laptop so he can see what you mean, “Take the drums but turn on sound opacity.” You can tell Hongjoong isn’t sure on what you’re hinting but you have his upmost confidence.

“And then bring in spare vocals from Jongho’s scrapped harmony.” You intently watch him follow your directions. When he’s finished he plays back the beat. There it was, the best version of the title track.

You two take a break since Joong ordered you both chinese takeout. You’re both on his studio’s couch he’s sitting down while you’re laying on the rest of the space, your legs resting on Hongjoongs.

While taking the plastic off your straw and poking it into your drink, “5 songs done, a title track and 3 more to go.” You’re giggling. “With the rate we’re going making them together. Ateez might have an early comeback.”

“Yea I don’t know what I could’ve done or could do without you, I need you around all the time.” You pause while pushing your food around but get back into tossing it around to your liking.

You notice you and Joong haven’t taken a single bite of each others food. Are you both nervous, nervous about what though…is he going to…He doesn’t mean it like that he sees you as a friend. The thought racks your brain. “Ahh thank you Joong it’s sweet to know you think of me so well.”

She’s dodged me again. Joong thinks to himself holding back letting out a harsh sigh of frustration.

“I- I need your vocals for this sound bite …can we record it now before we wrap up.” Your eyes widened suprised he’d ask you and not maddox or anyone else. “Sure, meet me in the booth.” You walk in first while Joong puts both of your food in a microwave.

You both head in and place on the headphones and adjust the mic to y’all’s height. He handed you lyrics, the melody starts and you sing. Hongjoong is once again enamored hearing you sing and watching you feel the music all through your body. His lips are parted and eyes are on you alone. Once you’re finish your part you look up to see Joong sing his portion but he’s silent and his eyes are stuck on yours.

“I love you.”…..that wasn’t in the script, maybe it’s an adlib you think but Joong was staring as serious as ever. “I’ve loved you for a while and I want you to be mine, I mean this- this isn’t a song Y/n.” Denial is sitting in your chest. “Joong you’re just tired let’s go home.”

Hongjoong is over it. What more could you need to understand his feelings for you, what else could he possibly need to do to spell it out.

Joong pulls you in and kisses you, the kiss starts with soft light pecks but the more you lean into the kiss the more confident he became, soon the kiss became more hungry and daring,, he even introduced his tongue.

Moments later when the kiss finally breaks, Hongjoong is nipping and kissing at your neck, he goes back up to your ear, “If you want to stop just tell me now.”

“Keep going….I want this.” You both kiss again, charged with lust and want. “Go to the couch.” you and him rush to it. He sits first and looks up at you.

“Take your shorts off.” You pull your shoes off and begin sliding your shorts down. “Should I take my shirt off too.” Hongjoong licks his lips and nods, he removes his own shirt so you won’t get shy with the exposure. He pulls you onto his lap.

You both begin kissing again but now his hands are grabbing and pawing your ass, after teasing you to when he sees fit, he grabs your hips and begins to slowly but surely grind your body back and forth across his thigh. He leaned forward so his mouth was against your jawline, his warm breath tickling you, “Do you wanna get off on my thigh pretty?” He asked, and his teeth grazed the last column of your neck.

The shyness is eating you up so all you can do is nod and begin rocking your hips at a moderate pace. Hongjoong grips your hips tighter and begins pressing your farther on his thigh and helping you roll your hips faster. Soon he slides you down on the lower part of his leg

He starts quickly bouncing his leg, the friction of your heat and his thigh becomes overwhelming. “Go ahead love,,let go for me..” You grip his shoulders tighter and rock your hips 2..3….4 more times before you finish on his thigh.

Joong was insatiable though…he needed more he wanted to see more of your expressions. He begins slowly bouncing again. You whimper from the sudden continuation of pressure and quickly cover your own mouth because of the noises you were making.

Joong couldn’t have this though, he takes the hand over your mouth and puts it into his “I need to hear you baby let me listen to how I make you feel”. He purposely bounces his leg and presses you farther again, you moan and pant aloud which leads to a face of satisfaction appearing on him. Moments later you’re undone again creating another mess on his thigh.

Hongjoong gently laid your body on the couch and removed your panties. He sat in awe with the amount of slick coming with them. He groans at the view, looks down and his eyes burn into your heat. He takes his thumb and presses it and makes slow experimental circles. “Joong please move faster.” He makes quicker tight circles and prods your slit with the knuckles of his other fingers. “Is it ok to put one in.” He slowly runs them up and down your slit while you can feel your heartbeat in your clit. “Shit- yes please.”

He leans forward to give you a french kiss and then slowly brings his middle and index finger into your heat. He is caught in a trance moving them in and out, hearing them squelch when inside and watching your hips squirm and breath quicken. He begins reaching them deeper and farther to find the gspot that resides in you, when he pushed and watched your eyes roll back into your head and legs almost shut on his hand he knows.

That’s when he starts pressing and curling his fingers and now you’re at the point of no return. “Cmon baby cum on my fingers.” He presses his thumb against your clit causing a stream of pleasure to shoot through you and begins to finger fuck you at a pace that makes you start propping yourself up on the couch. He removes his thumb and buries his face in your cunt and brings your clit to his mouth, he sucks and nips at it harshly making your voice let out and bounce on the studio walls. A higher pitch “Fuckkk” escapes your mouth while you cum the third time.

Joong tries to get as much of your arousal from your cunt as he can. He feels you get tense and brings an arm to your thigh and squeezes, he paused to say “Just cleaning you up baby.” Soon he takes quick but long licks back to back to get whatever he missed. He lightly kissed your inner thighs and rises back up. He pulls down his shorts and reveals his cock, painfully hard and leaking pre.

You already make your way to his lap attempting to bring it into yourself so you can ride while facing him. Joong stops you however…”Let me take care of you.” He kisses and takes quick lovebites on your neck. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted..let me take care of this pussy, yea ?” You shiver by the confidence that’s filled him. You nod and he raises you up and gently slides his cock up into you.

He starts with shallow pumps, hoping not to hurt you. There’s a small sting but it’s drowned out by how good being stretched by him feels. “h-harder.” You mutter, but Joong needs to fully hear it from you. “Use your words love.” You hide your face in his neck while he carefully rolls his cock into you. “Fuck me harder Joongie.” The nickname has him spiraling. He starts straight bucking his hips up and bringing your hips down onto his cock.

You’re both still facing each other and he stares into your eyes and watches you moan and cry on his dick. He can watch you forever, he speeds up craving to see your eyes flutter and roll back more…to watch you bite your lip and stare into his eyes pleading for release. “Watch how pretty you are down here baby.” He whispers. His forehead is leaning onto yours and you both watch his dick fucks into you. You’re clenching harder than ever making Joong hiss and fuck you faster.

“I- I love you too Joong.” He smiles and hits you with a feverish kiss.

He slaps your ass before he grabs your hips harsher. You’re on the brink, you can’t take it any longer. “Cum for joongie one last time.” He whispers into your ear and then you become undone for the final time. Joong pulls out and jerks his cock until he nuts on your lower stomach.

He lays you down on the couch before he walks to his studio closet. He wipes your face and abdomen down with some semi warm wipes and gives you a pair of his black sweats and hands you some slippers you left here when you first departed. “Here love.” You’re handed an ice cold bottle of juice he left in the studio mini fridge at the beginning of the day.

While putting his shirt back on and raising his shorts, “Wanna grab our food and come to my place for a movie ? ”

“What about the final 3 songs ?” It comes out quiet because the final orgasm knocked your voice out of you.

“We’ve got tomorrow, and the next day and the next day..” he kisses your lips and lands a quick one on the top of your head.

“We’ve got forever if you stay by me.”

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stilljuststardust · 3 months

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If you don't trust subliminals, make your own. (how to do that)

It's really simple, but I've seen a lot of people who say they wish they could but don't know how so here's everything you need to know.

You don't need a computer for this you can use your phone.

What you need:

An editing software, capcut works great

Voice to text, you can use Google translate, your own voice, or if you're extra: an AI voice replica of your comfort character

A list of affirmations that resonate with you or a list of what you want

Music, ASMR, nature sounds, frequencies. Capcut has free music, you can also screen record any of these off of YouTube. Feel free to create a custom DR ambiance with this.

Formulas

These work best if you mix and match. Do whatever you want there's no rules.

1. I,you,we

Example:

"I can shift.

You can shift.

We can shift."

This basically lets it sink into your subconscious.

2. I feel I love

This tricks your subconscious into believing you have it by telling yourself how much you love having it.

Example: " I love how often I shift"

This is not just limited to "I love" but any feelings you would feel if you had achieved your goal.

3. Why do I

Pretty straight forward, this phrases affirmations are questions.

Example: "why is shifting so easy for me"

4. Adverb

This is something you can add to affirmations to tweak them. Things like "instantly" or "effortlessly " I don't really think it warrants an example.

5. Everyone thinks, everyone says

This basically is affirming that everyone also believes you have your manifestation and you should too.

Example: "Everyone says your skin is flawless"

6. Mantras

Things that rhyme, are fun to say, or get stuck in your head. They work great!

Theres many more but it's just some ideas to get you going.

How to put it together

Write out your list of affirmations

Record text to speech, your voice, or an AI voice saying your affirmations

In whatever you're using to edit extract the audio and layer it with a louder audio of music, asmr, ambiance etc.

Lower the volume of the affirmations

If you feel like it add images you associate with what you're wanting

If you want it on YouTube you can upload it and keep it on private or unlisted

That's literally it.

#subliminal #subliminals #shifting antis dni #reality shifting #shifting community #shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting reality #loa manifesting #loassumption #loa blog #loa tumblr #affirmations

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eoieopda · 1 year

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blindsided (myg)

After years of dating, you thought you had Min Yoongi all figured out - you didn't. And when he flipped the script on you, you never saw it coming.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader | Darksided AU Type: Sequel to darksided. Word Count: 6K Content: SMUT (18+ - Minors DNI,) established relationship au, POV switch, softbf!yoongi turned dom!yoongi, sub!reader, sex tape, oral sex (f receiving,) v fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple orgams, over-stimulation, spanking, biting, blindfold, praise kink, pussy slapping, general depravity, aftercare, fried chicken. A/N: Seriously, go read darksided (linked above) if you haven't yet. This takes place approx. two weeks later, and while the context isn't necessary, things will make more sense! Check out the playlist while you’re here. Tags: @exhibitachol @sstarryoong @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @miraculous-disaster @wakeupinahaze

For the first time in his life, Yoongi was avoiding his studio.

He had a mountain of work left to do on his mixtape – and, importantly, the drive to finish it – but that was precisely why he’d stayed away. Anytime he stepped foot inside over the past two weeks, his mind wandered far, far away from the task at hand. His previously unyielding discipline fell by the wayside the second he crossed the threshold.

Instead of focusing on the tracks he had yet to write, or perfecting the ones he'd already recorded, his eyes would roam over the surface of his desk on the other side of the room. It'd since been returned to its usual state, covered in various notebooks, and recording equipment. But it looked so much better with your bare, sweat-slicked body writhing on top of it.

And when he'd finally muster the willpower to look back at his computer, his gaze would pass over - and then jerk back to - the wall he’d pinned you against as his fingers fucked a river out of you. His blood pressure would spike as he pictured you there, relying on him to hold you upright, and any hope of accomplishing anything would drop dead on the floor.

The very same floor you’d fastidiously scrubbed to erase the mess he’d made of you, no less.

And then he’d think to himself: This isn’t a workspace anymore - it’s holy ground.

Yoongi was running out of time, though, and he had to do his best to keep his mind on his work, off of you. Catching himself once again rewinding through recent memories, he let out a groan and forced his wandering eyes back to the screen in front of him.

He realized as he scrolled through his editing software that he’d done a piss-poor job of labeling his masters lately. This, of course, made it impossible for him to remember which track was which. On a whim, he chose the file in the middle of the folder and brought it up.

If he’d paid attention to the size of the file, he could’ve prepared himself for the consequences of pressing ‘play' - but he didn’t and he wasn't.

“I really couldn’t love you more if I tried.” "Should I shut it off now until you're ready to start?" "I can cut it down. I do need you to cue the track, though - when I signal you."

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he secured his headphones over his ears. He’d never been less interested in hearing his own music; so, without a second thought, he skipped over the next three minutes. As he did, his hand dropped down to palm his hardening dick through his jeans.

“Is it me, baby? Have I got you dizzy?”

Your little whimpers were barely audible in the recording, but they still managed to ignite a fire in the pit of his stomach. The blaze spread throughout his body when he pictured the way you looked below him then - so soft and shy, but with such carnal desire sparking in the dark of your eyes.

“I can’t give you what you want if you can’t tell me what that is.”

Anticipating your next line, his hand tensed around his cock. It was a pale imitation of that vice grip he found between your thighs, but it was something; and he would've taken anything.

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I - I know that you -”

Even caged between the walls of unimaginable heat, the irony of it all wasn't lost on him. The best recording he'd ever produced was created purely by accident -

“Stupid girl. You know nothing.”

- and it wasn't music at all.

“Get up.”

With Yoongi working hard on his creative pursuits, you begrudgingly committed to addressing your own. Like him, you had a to-do list long enough to circle the globe; but unlike him, you weren't buried in projects because you wanted to be.

When Yoongi crossed off a task, he scribbled five more in its place. His mind never idled because he found inspiration everywhere. A half-remembered vignette from childhood that shook itself loose to become something beautiful. A word he encountered in passing that he’d transform into some modern-day epic. He generated this much work solely because his passion - like his potential - was limitless.

To the contrary, you generated this much work because you were easily distracted. You’d start one project, and before you could finish it, your attention would flutter off on the wind like dandelion seeds. All those half-starts would stockpile until you eventually boxed yourself into a corner - and then, somehow, you'd keep stacking.

Today's task was simple: you needed to transfer your recent photos from your camera's memory card to your laptop. Easy. Drag files from one folder to another, and then your contribution to this month's magazine spread would be finished. It should've only taken an hour - at most - for the upload to complete.

Instead of doing what you intended, you ended up where you always did: happily lost in the weeds. This particular distraction was a folder from four years ago, when Yoongi took you on an anniversary trip to Paris. If you really had to defend this tangent, your scattered brain's game of word association wasn't far off - the photos you were supposed to tend to were from Paris Fashion Week.

That counts for something, right?

You snorted as you toggled through your archive. Had you taken a single photo of the stunning architecture, or countless historical sites you’d visited? Of course not. But you had snapped approximately one-hundred shots of an unaware Min Yoongi - buying you macarons; befriending a stray cat by an ATM; grimacing as he sipped wine you both hated but spent too many Euros on to waste.

Wait, what were you supposed to be doing?

Whatever it was, you’d swear up and down that you really did intend to finish it, but then you heard familiar, muffled footsteps. And then you felt the mattress dip slightly under the tops of your thighs and the elbows you’d propped yourself up on.

And then the same Min Yoongi whose face beamed on your screen - slightly older, and even more adored - slid over the backs of your outstretched legs until his knees came to rest at either side of your ass. His body was warm as it loomed over you, but you shivered, nonetheless.

Leaning in, he pushed your hair over your right shoulder and pressed a warm kiss into your left. Though he'd targeted an area several centimeters away from your spine, the aftershocks of this chaste contact rippled down its length. From there, the current divested and shot through each of your limbs, paralyzing you.

You hummed and let your eyelids flutter shut. He ascended the arc of your shoulder, then your neck, leaving a smattering of kisses in his wake until the trail went cold. His quiet exhale tickled the skin below your ear, but he hovered in place - too far away.

Reflexively, you whined and tilted your head to look at him. Effectively pinned, all you could do was survey his profile in your peripheral vision. “Baby?” You nudged.

The hand he wasn’t using to hold his weight snuck under the hem of your tank-top and caressed the bare curve of your waist. His hypnotic ministrations on your side might’ve lulled you to sleep if you weren’t so intrigued by his so-far wordless affection.

Thoroughly spellbound, your lids closed again while your lips remained parted. There was a moan building slowly in your chest, taking its time, but it was a gasp that tore out of you when his teeth nicked your lobe. His tongue was quick to soothe the pinch, and even quicker to solicit a mewl.

You had no idea where this was coming from. Moreover, you didn't know what additional surprises this man was capable of. Though Yoongi had always been affectionate with you, he'd only recently unearthed some rare, raw sensuality that you never expected. In the time since this discovery, his touches became more frequent. You felt more of him underscoring each one, no matter how brief.

The fingers skimming over your waist disappeared and left you cold, but before you could process the loss, they reappeared - lower now, pushing up the bottom of your underwear, and gripping the doughy cheek of your ass. Hard. Instantaneously, your hazy eyes re-opened.

Min Yoongi truly contained multitudes.

"Have I told you that you're my muse?" He purred into the shell of your ear as his hand massaged the skin he'd likely bruised.

Enchanted once again, your sole response was a breathy moan. Only after his hand raised and smacked back against your ass did you realize he'd lulled you into a false sense of security.

"When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Do you understand, baby?"

Your shuttered breaths and accompanying nod weren't sufficient replies. His palm collided with your delicate cheek a second time, and it stayed there. The sting was muted by his fingers digging in and pinching; but it wasn't the pain that stole your attention.

Instead, it was the wetness gushing between your clenched thighs when he whispered, "Use your words, angel."

"I do," You muttered urgently, "I understand."

The grip on your ass dissolved. You knew better now than to trust the warm hand kneading your cheek, but you couldn't resist moaning. Fuck - his touch was perfect.

He contradicted the gentle caress below with a nip at your neck; and the kiss placed at that same spot preceded the true kill-shot. He hummed against your skin and your soul threatened to leave your body:

"Good girl."

The noise that escaped your mouth was stranded between a gasp and a cry. Oh, this man would be the death of you.

"You inspired my next project today," He murmured between kisses to your neck. The tip of his nose was cold as it brushed across your skin and that disparity in temperature left you in shambles. "Not something I've done before -" He paused to suckle at your neck, no doubt leaving a mark when he released you, "And I need your help, baby."

Another whimper escaped when his index finger snapped the elastic waistband of your boy-shorts; and you felt his mouth curve into a smirk. "I'll do anything -" You meant it. "Just - please, Yoongi, I need to feel you."

"You will," His mirth left him in a breathy chuckle. It vibrated through your body and formed goosebumps as it went. "But not yet, angel. I want to savor this."

Confused, you pouted - another exhaled laugh against your neck - and then, in a tiny voice, you asked, "What do you mean?"

His hand slid up the back of your neck. With the base of your skull held gently captive between his thumb and middle finger, he guided you to turn your head to the left, then down.

It didn't click right away. Silently, you blinked down at your camera. Is this what he wanted you to see? Why did - "Oh, no," you groaned as your head drooped forward.

"Oh no?" He repeated, and though he tried, he couldn't hide the surprise in his tone. You quickly realized that he mistook your reaction for disinterest. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Your sudden, complete deflation was simply your body buckling under the weight of unspeakable arousal. It anticipated the world-endingly perfect way he was about to fuck you; and it couldn't process the fact that it would all be memorialized. He really would be the end of you.

Your head tilted until it rested against the side of his. "The memory card inside it is full, but there's a new one in my bag."

Although you couldn't see it, you knew the corner of his mouth would twitch excitedly upwards at your words. At his, your mouth dropped open:

"Any clothes you're still wearing when I come back to this bed will be ripped off. Got it?"

It was difficult to tell which part of this exchange made your legs quiver the most: the stern warning itself; the contradictory soft, husky tone in which he said it; or the kiss the top of your head received when you responded - out loud - in the affirmative. He was gone before you could figure it out, making his way to the camera bag in the corner of your bedroom.

He'd barely taken two steps when you frantically pulled your oversized tank-top over your head. It landed somewhere out of sight, and it was swiftly joined by your underwear - grey fabric soaked black. Your laptop was more carefully dismissed, tucked gently under the nightstand to avoid being ruined the way you were sure to be.

When your head hit the pillow, your heart was already racing. Suddenly, you felt shy as you lay naked in your own bed, like you hadn't been in this position so many times before. There was a long-forgotten anticipation turning flips in your stomach. It bent your knees and brought your arms up to rest over your bare chest - you hadn't felt it since the very first time Yoongi saw you like this.

As if he'd been summoned by your thoughts, Yoongi walked towards you with his focus trained on the camera in his hands. The tip of his tongue poked out through pursed lips as he carefully slotted the new memory card into the bottom, but it disappeared when the compartment clicked shut again.

He froze when he looked up at you, and your hammering heart threatened to make a break for it.

"Baby," He was frowning. You raced to figure out which of his directions you failed to follow; but he interrupted the frenzy in your brain with that maddeningly soft, stern voice, "Why are you hiding?"

Mouth open and poised to respond - with what, you weren't sure - you were cut off by the extended finger he raised to silence you. You clamped your jaw shut; his mouth curved ever-so-slightly at your quick compliance.

See? You wanted to say, I'm learning!

He removed the lens cap before his eyes flitted back up to you. "Hands above your head -" You did as he asked, though you didn't know where this was going. "- Close your eyes -" Again, you obeyed. "Don't move."

And you didn't.

You laid there with your eyes closed and listened for any sign of what was coming next. You could hear the muffled tread of his bare feet on the rug; and you expected further instructions - none came. Then you waited for any familiar noise from your camera - there was silence. But you smelled his cologne as he came closer, and the warmth you suddenly felt at your side told you that he’d reached you.

“Lift your head up – but keep your eyes closed.”

The eyebrow you raised in question was covered with some cool, silky fabric before Yoongi could have registered it. You received your answer in his actions. Gentle fingers adjusted the way the blindfold fell over your eyes, and then – even more gently – they tied a knot at the back of your head. Not too tight, but firm enough to keep it from slipping. It was no surprise to you that he’d handled this without disturbing a single hair on your head.

His hands, once behind your head, now cupped your face. “You listen so well, angel,” He murmured before plush lips brushed against your forehead. “Lay back down the way you were.”

Your head returned to the pillow and your elbows bent to allow your hands to meet above it. And you waited like that, trying to sense what his next move would be.

His footsteps padded off, and you figured he was seeking the best place to set up the camera. He paused, though, after only taking a few steps. The camera whirred – the auto-focus, you recognized immediately – and then it clicked.

“So beautiful – you know that, don’t you? How stunning you are?”

Click.

“Perfect -”

Click.

“Mine”

You couldn't help wondering how his photos would turn out. If your cheeks weren’t red under the blanket of his praise, it’d only be because you’d turned into a puddle. Your arousal had strayed far enough to slick the insides of your thighs, and if he didn’t touch you soon, you might liquify entirely and seep through the mattress to the floor.

In the distance, plastic settled on wood. The strap affixed to your camera slithered over whatever surface he’d chosen; you could hear it slip over an edge, then it was silent. The bookshelf, you decided, third row from the top. Maybe second, if he liked the angle better?

Without speaking first, he crawled up onto the foot of the bed. He paused there, likely kneeling in front of you. His hands slipped under your bent knees, and the only warning you got was him purring, “Come here,” mere seconds before you were pulled forward. You imagined that your gasp was still hanging in the air when you slipped out from under it.

As soon as he was satisfied with your proximity, his hands found the insides of your knees and encouraged your legs to spread. “Now, baby -” He started, the heat of his breath indicating just how close his mouth was to your weeping cunt. “You’ll make sure the camera can hear you, won’t you?”

The word was caught in your throat, suddenly bashful, but it eventually slipped out, “Yes.”

You knew you’d failed as soon as you heard it, and you didn’t need to wait long to face the consequences. You jolted when his flattened fingers collided with your cunt - the sensation was a surprise, but the sound was what shocked you. Fuck! You could hear how wet he had you already.

Sodden, pooling, dripping.

“Don’t be selfish, angel,” He tutted after withdrawing his touch from you, “Those sounds might come out of your mouth, but they don't belong to you, do they?”

“No -” Your desperation was palpable when you responded with your whole chest. “They don’t. I – I won’t be selfish, I promise -”

You cried out when he slapped your cunt a second time, an obscene chord formed by surprise, torment, and unbearable need.

“Whose are they?”

“Yours!” You choked, “They’re yours. I’m yours.”

His arms hooked under your thighs and your pulse skyrocketed. “See? You are learning.”

And then he lurched forward, flat tongue dragging upwards over your core with a pressure so perfect, your entire body tensed. He squeezed your legs harder when your back arched, and it prevented you from inadvertently slipping away from him.

That devilish tongue swirled over your clit, and all you could manage was a whisper of a moan. He corrected you wordlessly, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. The groan he pulled from you ricocheted off each one of your ribs on the way out. Satisfied, he hummed in approval against your cunt before he proceeded to flick dizzying circles over your increasingly sensitive bud; alternating paces in the way he knew would drive you mad.

Both of your arms reached out, and your hands carded through his hair. You pulled him ever closer, which prompted him to shake his head furiously with the flat of his tongue pressed against your heat.

“Oh, fuck!” you wailed. As much as you wanted to watch him, you knew that – even without the blindfold - the way his mouth moved so expertly against you would have made it too difficult to keep your eyes open. They were already covered, but you squeezed them tight enough to see stars as he suckled your clit. “Shit, baby – ah – feels so good.”

The thread holding you together frayed further and further with every brush of his tongue against your most sensitive spot. The sound of his breathing, ragged and muffled with your thighs pressed harshly against the sides of his head, would have done unspeakable things to you - if your mindless gasping didn't threaten to drown him out completely.

He shifted without removing his mouth from you, and he unhooked his right arm from under your leg. The heel of his hand glided up over your pelvis, your navel, and your breasts before stopping at the underside of your jaw. Two fingers tapped at your chin; you took the hint and took them into your mouth.

His tongue never let up on your clit as you slicked his fingers, suckling on them the way he did you. Once he was satisfied with the work you’d done, he pulled his hand back down to your cunt.

Tongue still relentless at your clit, his middle finger swung the focus to your entrance, which was drenched by his saliva and your own slick. Meticulous and slow, he slid his finger inside of you. He moaned at the way you constricted around him; you melted.

He never struggled to find that secret spot hidden behind your pubic bone. He'd proven time and time again that he was more in tune with your body than you were. Every curve, dip, and line had been committed to muscle memory.

He could anticipate your reaction to every touch, even when those reactions varied based upon your mood or your energy level - and it was automatic. Unthinking but knowing. He teased this spot without mercy, and as he likely expected, you began to shake under his touch.

The growing feeling in the pit of your stomach was one you knew he strived for. His favorite trick, once he knew the secret. And whenever you tried to resist – still uncomfortable with the way your body reacted to him – he gave you no choice.

No poet could adequately describe how completely your orgasm consumed you. With the way you jolted against his mouth, he could’ve electrocuted you. You wriggled and writhed in his arms as you came, but he didn’t stop, even as your walls clenched around his fingers and your thighs pressed even more tightly against the sides of his head.

Your familiar moans devolved into some desperate sounds you’d never made before, curse words spilling out over your lips as you just kept cumming – but he still held tight to you as you bucked wildly in his arms.

There was unbelievable pressure until there wasn’t.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” He growled with his face nestled into your quivering, dripping inner thigh. His teeth nicked the skin but were swiftly replaced with a kiss from his ravenous, open mouth. “That’s my good girl.”

He let you collapse back onto the bed, but he denied you any time to recover.

“I think you can do it again, baby. What do you think?” He teased, alternating words and quick kisses along the interior of your thigh. “Should we see how much more you can take?”

You babbled something in response, but neither of you could’ve interpreted what you meant. Your limp neck rolled to the side while you tried to catch your breath; there wasn’t time. You felt him coat his fingers in the remnants of your orgasm moments before he slid them inside of you and curled them upward.

The combination of relentless pressure and a feverish pace dotted stars across the insides of your eyelids. Breathless, dangling at the edge of a precipice, you stammered, “Yoo-Yoongi -”

Despite the obscene squelch of his ministrations, his voice rang through, clear as a bell. “What, angel? Do you want to come again?” Stupidly, you nodded, but he didn’t scold you. Given your fucked-out state, he seemed to forgive your mistake. “Then come.”

The blindfold covering your eyes was black, but your vision went white. As you spasmed and gushed uncontrollably around his fingers, there was a moment where you could’ve sworn your soul ejected itself from your body. If it was floating above you now, it would’ve seen how thoroughly you’d drenched your boyfriend; and how perfect he still looked with your juices dripping off his chin.

His weight was shifting at your feet when you returned to your body. It took everything you had, but you lifted one, limp arm out in his general direction. No words, just an outstretched hand begging to find him. When it did, he slotted his fingers perpendicularly under yours, rubbed the pad of his thumb over your knuckles, and kissed the top of your hand.

“What color?” he murmured against your skin.

You sighed softly, exhausted but not yet entirely spent, “Green.” You paused and chewed on your bottom lip. After a moment of quiet, you asked, “Yoongi?”

“Yes, baby?”

It was pitiful how your request barely rolled off of your tongue, but the answer would surely be no if you didn’t ask. “Can I see you?”

He was silent for a moment – so, the answer would be no even though you did ask – but then you heard his soft chuckle. Even after he pulled the blindfold off, your eyes were useless. Somewhere in the bright white haze was Yoongi, though you couldn’t confirm that the shadow in front of you was truly him. Maybe you truly had died.

Blinking furiously, you refused to stop until your eyes remembered how to focus. Slowly, slowly, slowly, the dark figure before you took a familiar shape. Shirtless, with damp, black waves clinging to his cheekbones – there he was. Concern was etched into his features, but his narrowed eyes relaxed when you shot him a smile.

“Color?” You inquired with a squeeze of your hand.

When he dropped your hand, your heart fell with it. But he sat up on his knees, placed that hand on your cheek, and captured your lips in a kiss. It was perfect, but it was torturously brief.

“Green,” He replied. He backed away from you until he was standing at the foot of the bed. One hand dropped to his belt buckle while the index finger on his other hand beckoned you.

You crawled towards him until his palm silently instructed you to stop.

“Elbows on the mattress, ass up,” He ordered as he made short work of his belt. It slid easily through the loops of his ripped jeans and clattered as it hit the floor.

You leaned forward as he instructed, knees and elbows digging into the comforter you’d absolutely need to wash later – especially considering the way your mouth watered when his jeans and boxers were discarded and kicked aside. Were you drooling?

Your body buzzed with anticipation as he crossed to the side of the bed. You wished he took his time sidling over to you, so your eyes could continue to devour his lean, snow-white frame; but if the stiff cock encircled by his hand was any indication, Yoongi wasn’t interested in wasting time. Instead, he pushed himself up onto the bed, out of sight, and the next thing you felt was his hand collecting your hair, pulling, and forcing your face up to the camera.

His free hand squeezed your ass cheek when he said, “Eye contact, baby. Show the camera how I make you feel. Can you do that?”

With his tip teasing at your entrance, you weren’t confident that you could – but you’d sure as hell try. “I can,” Your determination was clear, even if the voice conveying it wavered. “I will.”

“Good girl,” He hummed. He released your hair and placed a kiss on the same shoulder blade he had earlier - when he last had you in this position. “Now, take a deep breath for me.”

It wasn’t graceful, the way you sucked in air as he penetrated you; it was an unholy, strangled sound, and it crashed through the quiet like a wrecking ball. Every instinct begged your head to droop forward, and your back to curve up upwards, but you fought them off. Praise for your efforts tumbled out over your spine between Yoongi’s shuttered moans. His noises had you clenching around his cock, and the tightened grip of your cunt transformed them into something guttural.

He paused when he bottomed out. Like you, he seemed to be at a loss for words. The hand gripping your hip was holding on for dear life; and the one curved over your shoulder kept you in place, allowing him to bury himself as deeply as possible.

He didn’t speak until he slowly started withdrawing himself from you, “I love the way you take me, how that tight pussy fights me whenever I leave.”

As his cock dragged over your g-spot, your entire body shivered. He felt it and chuckled; you hiccupped, “Still so s-sensitive.”

“Green?”

“More -” You begged, “Please, baby.”

You asked for it, but you weren’t ready for it. His hips snapped forward and drove him back into you before you could process what was happening. And when he kept up that ravenous pace, rutting over and over and over your detonator, it took everything you had not to explode.

All your willpower was spent trying to withstand his thrusts, though – nothing could keep you from collapsing forward onto the bed as your white-knuckled fingers gripped the comforter below.

Before your body could fully settle over the mattress, his hand on your shoulder evolved into an arm hooking over you. He pulled you upright as his arm crossed over your heaving chest; he didn’t stop until he had you pinned to his.

Fucking upwards into you with shallow, staccato strokes, he scolded you. “What did I tell you?” His hand dropped from your hip and dipped between your quivering thighs. His rapid thrusts didn’t falter as his middle finger began to assault your clit. “Hmm? What did I just say?”

“Eye conta -”

The end of that word mutated into a scream. He snapped his hips forward so suddenly, you never anticipated being shoved off the edge of the world. Your orgasm ripped through you, shutting off your brain and forcing your entire body to convulse around him.

You went limp when you fell from your high; Yoongi’s hold on you tightened to keep you from collapsing. Unrelenting, he just – kept – rutting. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

You wailed when that fourth wave crashed down over you. Caught in its riptide, you spoke in tongues; writhing and shrieking and imploding. Could a person die from coming this hard?

Yoongi’s panting pulled you out of the abyss he’d thrown you in. “Shit,” He hissed, “I’m so close - fuck, you feel so good -” You felt it all over when he growled into your ear, “Tell me where you want it, baby.”

You answered, but it was impossible for your hazy brain to know for sure if you’d replied verbally or telepathically. Either way, he understood – he always understood – and his break-neck speed was replaced by deep, deliberate thrusts. He groaned out your name as his cock twitched inside you, painting your walls white.

The kiss Yoongi left in the crook of your neck didn’t wash away with the water cascading down over the two of you. You could still feel the uniqueness of its warmth, even in a cloud of steam - under the hot, heavy droplets hitting your skin.

Your eyes were closed to avoid the conditioner he was massaging into your scalp, but your exhaustion was likely to keep them that way. The only reason you hadn’t slipped down the drain yourself was your unspoken refusal to be separated from him. Though, with that invisible string tying the two of you together, you’d never be able to stray very far, even if you wanted to.

“Can you tilt your head back, love?”

This one was a request, not a command, and he made no effort to move it for you. The weight of your sleepiness caused your neck to roll more clumsily than you intended; it gave up, and your head bumped against his clavicle when it dropped backwards.

“Sorry,” you murmured, but he was already chuckling. “My motor skills seem to have clocked out early.”

His laugh ricocheted off the tile. “You won’t need them,” He mused as his hands gently worked the remaining conditioner from your hair. “We can use mine.” Then he kissed the crown of your head, not once but twice. You could feel his smile spread against your scalp when you giggled. “All done, baby.”

He’d taken his time with you; and he’d taken great care to clean – then kiss – every sore muscle he encountered. And when he was done, he used a large, plush towel to wick the lingering droplets from your skin. His hands on your waist steadied you as you stepped into a pair of sweatpants, and he smoothed the damp waves that you disrupted in unceremoniously tugging an oversized sweatshirt over your head.

Once the two of you were fully dressed, he cupped your face in his hands, kissed you deep, and asked, “Do you need a lift back to bed?” His eyes sparkled at his joke – of course, he meant lift literally – and his eyebrow arched when you meekly shook your head. “I’m not sold. Is that your final answer?”

You, once again, shook your head. He exhaled amusement through his nose at your indecision. Then, he placed his hands on your waist. Perfectly coordinated – as always – he lifted as you hopped, pulling you into his chest while your limbs wrapped around him. He carried you easily back into the bedroom and set you down gently on the bare mattress.

All of your bedding was spinning in the washing machine on the first floor of your home, but he had a fluffy, full-sized throw waiting there for you. You held up one side of it, silently inviting him to join you. When he settled at your side, your head ducked down and came to rest under his chin. As soon as his arm curled over your back, your heavy lids finally closed.

You were both quiet, one foot in a dream, when the growl of his stomach startled you both awake. Erupting into laughter, you each craned your neck to see the other beaming back.

He wiped the mirth pooling in the corner of his eye and sighed as his laughter petered out, “Delivery from that fried chicken place?”

“Oooh, yes, please.”

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! The response to the first post was so incredibly overwhelming, I simply had to write a follow-up. I might continue to add one-offs to this darksided cinematic universe (lol) simply because I love their relationship dynamic. And the sexual journey they seem to be on, hahahah. Please leave feedback so I know what you liked and what you didn't! Also, lmk if there’s something you’d want to see in any possible future installments 👀

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myjisung · 2 years

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kisses with bang chan !

content. stray kids bang chan, headcanons, gn!reader — fluff.

warning. none

a/n. as requested numerous times, chan! might've gotten a little carried away with this one... what can i say, i am a bangchan lover at heart afterall. feel free to request who i should write for next!

YOUR FIRST KISS

it was in his studio. chan had not planned for it to happen that day, he was not one to plan such things out anyway. all that mattered to him at that point was that he liked you a lot, much more than he thought he would. eventhough chan wanted to put his work and career before anything else, he could not help but be constantly distracted by your presence; so much so that he was starting to consider getting into a relationship.

he could not tell whether you liked him or not. his lack of confidence blurred his vision and made him spiral into believing that someone like you would never settle for someone like him: some guy who liked music so much that he sacrificed almost everything to get his tracks where he wanted them to be.

yet, that night, he stopped thinking. if you asked him where that confidence of his came, he would shrug and laugh a little because, really, chan had no idea. one moment he was showing you this new song he had been working on and reading out the lyrics he and jisung had written as you looked at the mixing software on his computer. the next, you were smiling softly as you talked and talked about how the song was much better than the last time you listened to it.

maybe it was the words you chose to say or the way your eyes twinkled as you complimented his improvement, but chan could not help but cut you off to randomly utter "can i kiss you?". taken aback, you stared at him as red crept up your face. chan mirrored your expression, growing nervous and got ready to backtrack that last statement of his before it got weird. fortunately however, you ended up nodding, as if you had been waiting for him to ask. he did not need anything more, chan immediately leaned in after gently cupping your face.

the kiss he gave you that evening was one you would always remember. probably because he could not help but giggle constantly once it dawned on him that he actually managed to kiss you.

HOW OFTEN HE WOULD KISS YOU

as often as he can actually. as soon as there is an opening you can bet he will dive in. he is far from stingey when it comes to kisses. if you ask for one, chan will give you one. if he feels like kissing you, he will kiss you. it is as simple as that. he does not overthink it, chan simply likes to give.

if you wanted an actual estimate, thousands of times a day would be the closest i could get to guessing it right. he loves to say he likes kisses a normal amount but we all know that is far from being the case; no one likes kisses as much as he does. he just wants to kiss and be kissed every single minute of every single day. so, if he can make it happen, he will.

WHAT HIS KISSES ARE LIKE

oh, so lovely. they are the absolute best. they are a mix of everything at the same time. chan gives loving kisses in the morning. he pecks your shoulder when waking up next to you and then kisses your lips sweetly when he meets up with you in the kitchen after his shower. before leaving for work, he would gently tuck stray hairs behind your ear before kissing your cheek and wishing you a great day. when he comes back and is in a good mood, he would get so playful; peppering your face with kisses and planting his mouth right on top of yours at random times just to get a few giggles out of you.

it is impossible to put him in any category. chan's kisses come in all shapes and forms possible; and each and every single one of them is perfect in its own way. he knows what he is doing and you can tell. overall an amazing kisser to be honest.

HIS FAVORITE KISSES ( GIVING )

ONE. head kisses : when he feels protective

TWO. hand kisses : when he's distracted and working

THREE. temple kisses : when he feels extremely soft

HIS FAVORITE KISSES ( RECEIVING )

ONE. forehead kisses : make him feel safe

TWO. cheek kisses : get him all giggly

THREE. lips kisses : he just likes to be kissed tbh

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neonghostlights · 1 year

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The Love Test: An Eddie Munson Valentines Day Special

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! This is set in the 80's but let's pretend software like this existed back then, okay?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, sorry. Cussing. Mean-ish Eddie? (He's just protecting his heart okay), Cussing, Overbearing/Mean Parents, Bullying, My blog is 18 + Only, Minors do not interact.

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Every year Hawkins High Cheer Team ran an annual fundraiser. This year was Love Compatibility Tests in honor of Valentines Day. What happens when your match is one that you least expected?

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Monday, February 10, 1986

You sat at the decorated table at the front of the cafeteria. The pink plastic tablecloth already had a hole in it from getting stabbed with a pen. It bugged you. Pink and red balloons were anchored to each side. A large sign was taped to the front. You and Chrissy had spent an hour the night before creating the perfect sign, both of you armed with markers and glitter glue.

Support the Hawkins High Cheer Team, Love Tests, $5

This year the cheer squad desperately needed to do something different. The annual bake sales you did had started to flop. You wished you could take credit for the new idea this year, but it was all thanks to Heather. She had shown you the glossy pages of the magazine with a copy of the test on it.

“It is said to be the most accurate compatibility test out there,” she said around a large wad of bubble gum. “It even has a website for you to insert the answers to get the results.”

“That could take forever,” Chrissy said while trying to paint her toes.

“Nope. It’s a software. You just enter in all the tests and their answers and it sorts it for you. Besides, if we all work on it then it’ll take no time. We can even talk to some of the basketball players to help. You know Jason will do whatever you ask if you bat your eyelashes enough for him,” Heather said while dramatically fluttering her eyelids in Chrissy’s face.

You grabbed the magazine from Heather. Reading over the test questions. The first few questions were simple enough; favorite color, music, movie, and food. Then the questions got a little deeper, needing some more well thought out answers.

Both Chrissy and Heather turned to look at you for approval. Although Chrissy was cheer captain and you weren’t, you were the most level headed out of the bunch. If you said it was a good idea, then it was a good idea.

“This might actually work,” you muttered while reading over the rest of the article.

Heather squealed and clapped her hands in triumph, causing Chrissy to paint her whole toe fire engine red.

You smiled at your memory as the next student stepped up to the table to pay for the test.

“It’s complete bullshit,” Eddie said loudly as he threw his lunchbox loudly on the table, causing Dustin to flinch.

Dustin, ever the brave soul, remained mostly unaffected by Eddie’s outbursts. “More forced conformity?” he asked while Gareth and Jeff snickered.

“Basically! Look at that!” He pointed to the Valentines decorated table where the smiley cheerleaders sat. “Every year I put in a request to have some sort of fundraiser for hellfire. But no, I always get turned down. But the cheer squad smiles and wiggles their pom poms one time and they get whatever they want! I mean who wants to celebrate a corrupt capitalist holiday anyway!”

“What makes you think anyone would ever donate to our fundraiser if we had one?” Gareth speaks up.

“That’s not the point!” Eddie practically screams.

Realistically, Eddie knew that they would probably get laughed at if he ever did try a fundraiser. He could only imagine he would get more church pamphlets and bibles than actual monetary donations, but it still wasn’t fair. His club deserved better than to be pushed aside by the school.

The rest of the club knew that when Eddie started to get red in the face over something it was best to distract him before their lunches each got a shoe print in it from his table top tirades.

“But, did you hear what the fundraiser is?” Dustin asked innocently from beside Eddie.

Gareth and Jeff both shot the freshman a warning look.

“Love compatibility tests,” Dustin continued anyway. “Could be fun.”

Eddie scoffed, “Sounds like more bullshit to me. Those things don’t actually work. Not only are they conformists but they’re liars too!”

Mike slowly pulled his lunch tray from the table to his lap in an preemptive attempt to protect it.

Knowing that Eddie wouldn’t be able to turn down a good dare, Dustin spoke again, “Only one way to find out if it’s bullshit or not. I dare you to go take one. See if it’s really bullshit or not.”

Eddie started to sputter. “Like hell am I giving that institution my hard earned money.”

Gareth, who was thoroughly invested, reached into his wallet and slapped a five dollar bill on the table and shoved it towards Eddie. “What? Scared you might fall in love? Or are you too scared about going up there and talking to some cheerleaders?”

Eddie grabbed the bill off the table before he cut his eyes at both Dustin and Gareth. “I’m not scared of anything, especially not them.” He stood from his seat and marched to the table at the front of the room.

You heard someone mumble “What the hell is the freak doing here?” before you saw him.

There standing in your line was Eddie Munson, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but standing in line for a love compatibility test. Although he looked miserable, you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach at seeing your secret crush.

You two had never really spoken before, but you had seen him around school. He was very hard to miss. You remember when you were new to Hawkins and you had smiled at him a few times just to be met with an eye roll. You learned quickly to stop smiling at him.

Other than that, you never had an issue with Eddie. The rest of the squad and the basketball surely hated him though. The rumors surrounding him seemed to get more and more ridiculous each year.

“Hi, Eddie! Are you here to buy a Love Compatibility Test?” you greeted brightly when he stepped up to the table in front of you.

“Here,” he said as he shoved the money towards you.

Eddie wouldn’t admit it but he felt the prickly sensation of remorse when he watched your smile falter at his rudeness.

“Oh, okay. Here you go. You can fill it out over there and drop it in the box once you’re done. You will get the results on the morning of Valentines Day,” you said, attempting to keep your voice more cheerful.

Eddie nodded his head before moving to the next obnoxiously decorated table to complete the test. Eddie couldn’t help but think that the decorations looked as if Cupid threw up.

“Come on just take one,” Heather said, shoving a blank test into your face and drawing your attention away from watching Eddie’s brow furrow as he looked over the test.

“Why aren’t you making Chrissy take one?” you asked, pointing a finger at your other best friend.

“Because I already know my perfect match.” She sent a loving glance over to Jason’s table where he was currently in a debate over a long past basketball game.

“Fine,” you huffed, snatching the paper from Heather. Grabbing a pencil, you neatly wrote your name at the top of the paper.

The questions were easy enough and were mostly multiple choice, until it got to the last question.

Favorite color? Red.

Favorite genre of music? Metal. Even though you would never admit it to any one else. Especially to none of the friends that were currently sitting with you.

Favorite book genre? Fantasy.

Favorite movie genre? Horror.

The questions continued on like that, even asking about your zodiac sign.

The very last question on the page made you pause with your pencil hovering over the sheet.

What is one thing you want in this life?

You smiled, knowing exactly what you wanted and folded the paper to place with the rest of the completed tests.

Later that night you were exhausted after practice. You trudged into your house dreaming of a hot shower and sleep. Hoping to sneak past your parents, you started to head to your room.

“Come here, we need to talk!” your mother called from the kitchen.

You groaned and rolled your eyes before going to see what she wanted. Knowing her, it was never anything good.

Your mother sat at the counter. Hair perfectly styled and make up done to perfection. You would think she would be ready to walk on the red carpet instead of cooking dinner.

But that’s how your parents were. Always needing to show the world how perfect they were even when no one was watching. It was like they were afraid that if they let the mask slip for just a second someone would jump out with a camera and scream “Gotcha!”

If that ever happened they would likely change their identities and leave the country.

“Why are you so sweaty?” your mom asked with a puckered face of disgust.

Here she goes already. “I had cheer practice.”

“Your sister used to never come home looking like that after practice,” your mom said with a raised eyebrow. “She’s always able to look like a lady and not walk around town looking like she’s homeless.”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of your older sister. The perfect one that could do no wrong. The one that got engaged to a man of your mothers choosing the second she turned 18. Although they will fiercely deny it was an arranged marriage. She was currently living the perfect suburban life with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence.

Your sister seemed happy and you were happy for her. That just wasn’t the life you wanted.

“Noted. What did you need to talk to me about?” Every minute sat under the scrutiny of your mother was a minute too long.

“I spoke to Janet today and her son Josh is taking you out this Friday for Valentine's Day,” she said smugly.

“Not happening,” you replied immediately.

Josh didn’t seem too harmful. He was on the basketball team and you barely spoke to each other. Only really seeing each other when with each other's friends or at the games.

Your mother and his mother had been trying to get you together for years. You were just always able to avoid it. Seemed like your luck was running out.

“They are nice people. You will do as I tell you and not embarrass this family.”

You sent a hopeless glance to your father who sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper pressed to his face.

“Your father agrees too. Josh is a good boy and comes from a good family. You’re going.”

Pressing a hand to your eyes to fight the tears, you knew you wouldn’t win. Your mother would drag you out of the house and into Josh’s car herself if she had too. All you could do in the moment was nod along to what she had to say.

Friday, February 14th, 1986

Eddie had forgotten about the stupid compatibility test thing.

So come Valentines Day, he was surprised when cheerleaders came into his first period class handing out envelopes to students.

The cheerleader that sat his envelope on his desk rolled her eyes at him before prancing away like she would catch a disease.

Eddie eyed the white envelope on his desk. HIs name was written in pink glitter pen and surrounded by heart stickers.

Eddie let out a humorless laugh, prepared to just throw it away without opening it. But, Eddie was a curious man. It wouldn’t hurt to just take one look and never think about it again, right?

Eddie glanced around the room. All of the students were too busy opening their own envelopes and giggling about the results.

Quickly opening it he pulled out the heart shaped lollipop and shoved it in his pocket for later.

His heart dropped when he saw your name written on the red cardstock in bold black letters.

After handing out all of the results, you felt a hand on your elbow.

Nearly the whole school had taken tests, sending your fundraiser well over its goal.

It had been a long few days of figuring out everybody’s results and making the cards. You had at least two mental breakdowns since the software crashed three times while processing.

“Can we talk?” Chrissy said in a hushed tone, doing her best to not alert the other cheerleaders.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” you asked confused.

“I’m the one that did your results. I didn’t want the rest of the girls to see it. Here.” She held out the envelope with your name on it infront of you. “I just want you to know I think it’s really great. He seems like such a nice guy.”

“You make me nervous when you ramble,” you sighed while pulling apart the seal to look at the results.

Eddie Munson

Chrissy shot you a knowing smile as she watched the expression on your face. She had been the only one of your friends who knew of your crush on him. Even after years of her trying to talk you into approaching him, she knew this would be the push you needed.

“What?! There’s no way. We are so different.”

“Maybe you aren’t as different as you think,” Chrissy said with a wink before skipping off.

Leaving you in the hallway to think about what you were going to do next.

You swallowed down your pride and decided to approach Eddie during lunch.

Walking to his table, you saw the way he smiled and laughed with his friends. Each of them were so unapologetically themselves. You couldn’t help but feel the monstrous pang of jealousy in your gut. “Hi, Eddie,” you said sweetly when you reached his table.

His eyes snapped up to you in surprise before turning into a glare.

“Can I help you?” His cold tone was not what you expected. Maybe he just hadn’t read his results yet.

“Can we talk?” You asked hopefully. Hoping he would say yes and you’d be able to go somewhere away from his friends prying eyes.

“Don’t you have some pom poms to go shake? Go bother someone else.”

You cringed at his rudeness. His friends at his table turned to stare at him wide eyed.

“Seriously, go,” He snapped at you.

You froze in place feeling your face start to heat. You had always stood up for Eddie against the jocks, even if he didn’t see that. Your eyes started to water as you turned on your heels and hurried out of the lunch room.

“What the hell was that?” Dustin practically screamed at Eddie.

Eddie just shrugged, “The cheerleaders are trying to play a prank on me.”

“And how is that?” Mike spoke up.

“That stupid compatibility test. I got her name back as my results. There’s no way that’s legit. She was probably just coming over here to laugh at me or something.” Eddie rolled his eyes and popped a pretzel into his mouth.

“Eddie, I’ve met her. She’s super nice. She’s even asked me about Hellfire and Dungeons and Dragons before. I don’t think it was a joke,” Gareth said calmly.

“She tutored me for my Spanish test one time! She was nice to me,” Dustin said quickly.

This grabbed Eddie’s attention as he looked at his young friend. He can admit that seeing how someone treated his friends was a good show of character for him.

“Really?” Eddie asked quietly. Unsure of himself.

“Yes, and you just made her cry,” Dustin said with crossed arms.

“Shit!” Eddie said, hopping up from his seat. “Did you see where she went?” He said as he looked around the cafeteria.

“She ran out that way.” Mike pointed to the open cafeteria doors, now bored with the conversation.

Eddie rushed out of the cafeteria in hope of finding you.

He walked the halls for a few minutes before he heard the soft sniffles from behind the drama room door.

He opened the door slowly, hoping to not frighten you. You wouldn’t blame you if you refused to talk to him but he felt like he needed to at least try to explain himself.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” You asked softly, trying to hide your face from him.

“I thought this was just my designated crying spot,” he said in a light tone, hoping to make you laugh. When he noticed your face fall a little more he took a step closer. “That was me trying to be funny and failing.”

You let out an airy laugh, “Why are you here?”

“I, uh, just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. It wasn’t right. I just need to know though, were my results a prank?”

Your jaw popped open in shock. “A prank? You really think I would do that to you?”

“I didn’t really know. I’m sorry for assuming. I just don’t have a very good relationship with popular people. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“I’m sorry I made you think I was like that. I tried to smile and say hi to you a few times but you didn’t seem very interested in having me as a friend,” you admitted shyly. Suddenly your shoes were the most interesting things in the room.

“Yeah, well consider me being in shock. A pretty girl smiling at me? No way.”

You felt your cheeks start to heat at hearing him calling you pretty. He said it so smoothly that you weren’t even sure he noticed himself say it.

“What was your answer to the last question?” He asked suddenly. “I think the question was: What is one thing you want in this life?”

That question had been on Eddie's mind all week since he read it on the test. He had been curious about what your answer had been.

“Oh,” you mumbled, growing more shy. Taking a deep breath you said, “The ability to be myself.”

I wide grin spread across Eddie's face. “Well, I think those results are more accurate than I originally thought.”

You met his smile with your own as the room grew quiet for a moment.

“Go out with me tonight? I mean we probably can’t do anything fancy but-”

You cut him off abruptly before he could talk himself out of it. “I’d love to.”

You didn’t miss the outrage on your mothers face as you walked right past Josh and his bouquet of roses and headed to Eddie’s van.

Eddie showed up at 7:00 P.M. on the dot to pick you up for your date. He was holding a small cluster of white flowers that looked like he had picked them right from the side of the road. You loved them. They were the prettiest flowers you had ever seen.

Eddie held the door open for you and helped you step up into the van before running around the front and jumping into his own seat. Before he drove off to take you onto the best date you’d ever had he turned to you.

“Didn’t realize I had competition,” he said with a smirk.

“Don’t worry. There’s no competition.”

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ptergwen · 2 years

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could you maybe do one where peter accidentally climbs into the readers window after a long night of being spiderman but then watched the reader sleep and immediately falls in love?

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warnings: literally just one mild swear

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peter can hardly keep his eyes open as he climbs the wall of his apartment building. he’s just finished spider-manning for the night, and he’s exhausted. patrol has been busy lately. a long and loud yawn escapes him, his eyes beginning to droop closed. he can’t even be bothered to keep them open as he crawls up the wall.

relying solely on his muscle memory, which is enhanced thanks to his spider abilities, peter stops when he reaches his bedroom window. or, what he guesses is his bedroom window. he pushes it up, then the screen, then squeezes himself inside and lands on the floor with a thud.

peter pulls off his mask and makes a beeline to his bed, only to find that someone is already in it. he can’t see who because they’re facing the other way. his tired mind must be playing tricks on him. he rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes, but when he opens them, they’re still there.

“what the hell?”

he takes a look around his room to make sure everything else is still in order. his confusion only grows upon doing so. none of his furniture or decor is here, it’s all been replaced by someone else’s.

the logical part of peter’s mind then kicks in. this isn’t his room, it’s yours. he must have stopped a window too early… or too late. either way, he’s in the wrong apartment. so much for his enhanced senses.

peter slaps his forehead with a gloved hand, mumbling to himself.

“stupid, so stupid. why would you-“

you start to stir. you switch to your other side, smushing your face into your pillow. the sight of you instantly melts peter’s heart. even though he can only see part of your face, you’re so pretty. his eyes become doe-like, lips parting in awe of you.

peter comes closer and crouches down in front of you. he tries to make out every detail of your face in the darkness of your room. he knows it’s wrong, and sort of creepy. he shouldn’t even be here. he can’t help himself, though. and, it was an honest mistake.

the best mistake.

you hum in your sleep, and the sound of your voice is music to peter’s ears. he coos quietly.

“gosh, you’re cute.”

peter wonders how he hasn’t seen you around the building before. he would definitely remember if he had. he needs to meet you, has to, but preferably when you aren’t asleep. the only problem is he doesn’t know who you are, or anything about you for that matter. he doesn’t even know your name.

but karen might.

peter puts his mask back on and awakes his artificial intelligence.

“karen?”

“yes, peter?”

“could you identify her?”

“yes, peter. stand by for biometric scan.”

karen uses the identification software built into peter’s spider suit.

“individual identified. y/n y/l/n, no known aliases. her information should be displayed above.”

your name, a photo of you, and the rest of your basics are assembled into a profile for peter to access.

“thanks, karen. you’re the best.”

“you’re welcome, peter.”

peter makes sure to save your profile. he yawns again, and it’s then that he remembers how tired he is. he should go before he wakes you, anyway. he’d hate to disturb your sleep.

he slowly rises to his feet and starts to back away from your bed, heading to the window. he jumps up onto the windowsill, grabbing at the window frame to balance himself and turning back to take one last look at you. you’re still fast asleep, and absolutely angelic, cuddled into your covers. peter can’t wait to meet you properly.

“see you later, y/n.”

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hyuckie-angel · 9 months

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treasure reaction; college boyfriend

in which they love their partner and their studies (sometimes)

a/n; a lil suggestive in jihoon, yoshi, asahi and doyoung’s parts

최현석 • choi hyunsuk

the making music at 1am boyfriend

the raw talent your partner hyunsuk possesses is no joke

the way music seems to come from his fingertips

magically into the software

renders you speechless sometimes

‘come look at what i made :D’

he’ll never say it but all of his lyric inspiration is you

he’s never failed a project and he knows its because he’s got you there to write about :’)

but anyway

despite adoring his creativity, sometimes he really just has no clue

like there’s a road in his brain but its one way and the lines are fading

if you get what i mean

it’s really late

the world is silent

you are drifting off into dreams

when out of nowhere you hear a really loud Dm chord blasting through the stereo

‘hyunsukkkkkkkk’

‘yeah? :0′

he’s cute when he’s confused so you forgive him

when he has an early class you sometimes have to get out of bed and force him away from his desk

‘but im almost don-’

‘hyunsuk it is 4am go the fuck to sleep’

sometimes he whips out the guitar at 1am, strumming a few chords and humming along

this you could never say no to

‘i wrote this one for you the other day’

lying there listening to him quietly serenade you fills you with this warm comfortableness

so you jump out of bed to grab his face

planting a soft kiss onto his lips

you can feel his grin even with your eyes shut

its safe to say that sleeping doesn’t play a huge part in the relationship, and you could not care any less :)

박지훈 • park jihoon

the ‘if i finish my project will you finish me? ;)’ boyfriend

lord help your soul

jihoon may look like the sweetest, most innocent guy on campus

but oh boy is that incorrect

before you were even dating he was winking at you across the classroom

or running ahead of you to open doors

and despite his wide and elated smile when you finally accepted his advances

he is a fiend

he’s like your own personal devil on your shoulder

‘surely we skip this class’ wink wink wink

you quickly figured out that the best motivation for this man is

well

the intimate kind

the ‘if you finish this project in the next hour ill let you do whatever you want tonight’ kind

he has absolutely no complaints

it was a dream come true when he realised you would reciprocate

besides

both of you would much rather spend a night having fun

than reading coursework and hating life

of course he has his sweet moments

buys you flowers

brings you chocolate when you’re sad

agrees that making a pillow fort is very important rn

cue the next 3 hours of bickering and pillow related injuries

but his tendency to get distracted

makes itself known quite often

of course you use this to your advantage

walking into the room in a tiny little skirt and an almost see through top

you get more attention than you’ve ever dreamed of

and the sex

you don’t wanna blow up his ego

but it’s just always really, really good

your professor has started to become suspicious

sometimes both of you do fantastic work

but sometimes both your projects look rushed (¬_¬)

‘we just spent too much time studying for our other class professor i swear’

this boy will be the death of you

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

the always late to class boyfriend

you love this boy to the grave

but you cannot count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times he has forgotten about his classes

never once has he done it on purpose

the man just gets so distracted by anything and everything

especially you

he is no thoughts head empty only yn

‘holy fucking fuck i have class rn’

you have his schedule written down in your phone

so when you tell him you’re going to the shops and he says he’s coming

you can tell him

‘no yoshi you have literature in 5 minutes’

cue yoshi olympic sprinting out of the house

the amount of times he comes back from class with a paper that has been graded

‘98%... late’

its basically his brand atp

you’re no better sometimes though

if you’re making out and in the back of your mind you know he probably has class soon

but you’d much rather be here

with his hands in you hair and your heavy breaths breaking the silence

you just say nothing

yoshi doesn't care if he’s late because you guys were having sex

in fact unsurprisingly

he quite enjoys it

as do you lmao

‘yoshi you have class’

‘stfu do you wanna have sex or not jesus’

he’s also developed a sixth sense when around his professors

if he passes by one of them on campus

he immediately leaves your side

jumping behind a bush

as you get confronted by his literature professor asking why tf he missed half an hour of class again

‘just tell them i died’

‘no??’

he’s never going to change, but as the wisest men say

yolo

김준규 • kim junkyu

the studies until 5am then sleeps through the class boyfriend

if theres one thing about junkyu

its that sleep >>>>> anything else

(aside from you >> ofc)

he also has this unbelievable fear of failing

so to compensate he spends hours and hours studying

into the night

you wake up sometimes and there’s 4 redbull cans scattered across the desk

and a very unconscious junkyu drooling onto his workbook

you take a photo of him

you gently shake him and wake him enough to get himself to bed

you can always tell how hard he’s working to try and pass his classes with the best marks possible

and you admire him for it

but goddamn does he need to stop staying up so late

you remember the infamous night that he stayed up super late cramming

absolutely determined to pass his exam with the highest marks possible

and then proceeded to sleep through all his alarms

you received a very tearful phone call that morning

‘can you wake me up at 6:30?’

‘junkyu its 5am that is 1 and a half hours of sleep’

‘yea??’

he lives and breaths energy drinks

cue his hands shaking to the point where both of you are like

‘maybe we should go to a doctor’ (≖_≖ )

your favourite thing to do together is nap

because he is always sleep deprived

he turns into a cuddly gremlin when you lie down together

you want to get up and use the bathroom

too bad

wait until he wants to let go

its okay though because he’s so cute

sometimes when you’re napping he unconsciously kisses your forehead and cuddles closer to you

and you have to say nothing so you don’t wake him but also die inside from love and affection

although he is clumsy

and somewhat disorganised

he’s your clumsy and disorganised, and you love him more than anything <333333

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

the ‘whats the answer???’ boyfriend

you met jaehyuk in a class the two of you shared

you could tell he was an absent minded guy

he was often staring towards the front of the lecture hall

looking directly through the teacher

and taking in precisely zero information

but because you were sat next to him

and you liked to think you were a decent person

you would give him a tap on the shoulder every time you thought he was missing something important

this seemed quite mundane to you

just a girl helping out a fellow classmate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but the butterflies that birthed in his stomach every time you leant over to help him out

made him feel crazy

so he asked you out

after getting over the initial surprise of this gorgeous man wanting to be your boyfriend

you began to notice all these little habits about him

his confused squint when he’s trying to figure something out

the way he clenches his jaw in understanding

his fiddly hands when he’s losing his attention span

and your personal favourite;

the way he leans over to ask you questions about the class

‘hey what did you get for number 1 coz i got 35 but its not even a maths question?’

he’s also so unintentionally funny

‘babe i lost 17 pens can i borrow one?’

once you snorted in amusement so loudly the teacher said bless you

which made jaehyuk loose his shit laughing

and now whenever you laugh at his expense he says bless you

so you slap him (gently)

he pokes his tongue out

you pretend to get offended

he laughs and kisses you softly

you forgive him immediately

his attention span in class has definitely improved with you helping him

even the professor has noticed

but

he maaaay or may not be pretending to zone out sometimes

just so you’ll tap him on the shoulder and look at him with your pretty eyes and ask him if he needs anything :’)

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

the quiet sober; crazy drunk boyfriend

when you first met your boyfriend asahi

his quiet and calm temperament had caught your attention

you’d seen him in the library, head down, brown hair falling in his eyes

and you’d realised that you needed this man

he was beautiful

so you went and talked to him

his responses were

well

limited

‘hi’

‘yeah’

‘haha’

but little did you know his heart had swelled and his palms had become clammy at the sight of you

you and your face that he thought was maybe the most gorgeous he’d ever seen

so two months later you were dating

he’d told you he didn’t drink much

he didn’t care for it

but when you were invited to his best friend jaehyuks birthday party, he told you he’d probably indulge a little

“a little” he said

by the time you got into the uber to go to the party, his cheeks were flushed

by the time you got there, he was smiling wonkily at you like an idiot

about half an hour later and you’d totally lost him

you weren’t worried, it was a safe environment

but you were curious

so out you went to look for him

and there he was on the roof

ON THE ROOF?!?!

his hangover the next morning was his punishment for doing stupid shit you’d told him

now every time you drink

you wait for an incident ™

sometimes he just gets super horny

‘can we leave plzzz babe ;))’

and sometimes he manages things you don’t understand

‘okey we needa go coz that guys wantz to fite me idk why’

but all times, he is hungover for three days and one of his professors thinks he has an alcohol problem

‘i’m never drinking again’ :(

김도영 • kim doyoung

the hits on you like you’re not dating boyfriend

just like jihoon

doyoung has this innocent exterior, devilish interior

kinda vibe

he also has absolutely no shame ever

and so has this habit of constantly putting you in awkward situations

where people think he’s harassing you

but in reality he’s just being a dickhead

‘hey bby girl you wanna come back to my place tonight?’ ;)

before you had told your best friend that you and doyoung were dating

he had come over, slung an arm around your shoulders and gone

‘hey sexy’

you had turned bright red

and your friend had looked so confused you thought she might have an aneurism

doyoung lives in a share house just off campus with three roommates; jaehyuk, jeongwoo and junkyu

the first few times you’d come over, doyoung turned off the weirdness

opting for just following you around

like a lost puppy

but when he realised his roommates didn’t pay you guys any attention

suddenly he’s backing you into walls

grabbing you from behind in the kitchen

staring at your chest almost all the time

and just being a general menace to society

you have a really lovely and not embarrassing at all memory

of a beautiful spring day

5:30pm

you and two friends were walking out of class

giggling at everything under the sun

when a voice echoes through the air

a voice belonging to your beloved boyfriend who’s standing 20 feet away from you with a shit eating grin on his face

‘yo yn... is that a mirror in your pocket coz i can see myself in your pants!!!!’ ;))

your physics professor was standing right behind him

you’ve never seen someone go from confident to embarrassed that quickly

but even though he is your personal humiliation creator

you still let him hit

what can you say, he’s dumb but he’s hot lmaooo

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

the ‘i fcking hate this class’ boyfriend

you were the year above haruto

you in your third year of studies, him in his second

you had dreamt your whole life of becoming a marine biologist

dedicating countess hours to study and achieving perfect scores

it wasn’t a secret that you loved all of your classes

now

one evening you were asked by your professor to attend a lecture and maybe help out anyone in need

and that’s when you first saw him

you thought he was cute immediately, his platinum blonde hair framing his face nicely and his glasses sliding down his nose a little

but you weren’t one for pursuing attraction

so you spent the lecture walking around and giving tips to people that asked

until haruto raised his hand as you walked by

secretly happy, you sat down next to him and asked what he needed

it was basically love at first sight for both of you

you spent the rest of the lecture sitting with him

he found you so endearing

and you thought he was hilarious

all was going so well

until he opened his mouth and went

‘yeah i fucking hate this class lol’

you awkwardly smiled

‘this is my favourite class’

his grin dropped dramatically

‘ah- ah i’m sorry idk why i said that’

you weren’t offended in the slightest

but his flustered reaction made you giggle

you began dating only weeks later :)

haruto’s favourite thing was to annoy the shit out of you talking about how much he dislikes the classes you love

you could be sitting in the food court

having a loving conversation

and out of nowhere he goes

‘i’m so glad im not in that class rn’

you deadpan stare at him

if he sees you studying for the class

‘damn i was gonna stay over but not anymore i guess fuck’

so dramatic i stg

despite wanting to punch him in the jaw sometimes

he makes you laugh more than you had in years

and so you can move past the difference in interests for him

박정우 • park jeongwoo

the second-hand embarrassment boyfriend

confidently raises his hand and says the total wrong answer

kinda guy

trips over and sprains his ankle in the food court

kinda guy

not that you’d have it any other way

but damn sometimes you have to restrain from cringing visibly

he’s like a walking sit-com

and you are the audience

your personal favourite pass-time is forcing him to listen to his own actions retold from your perspective

as you wheeze with laughter and he sits there like (－_－)

he secretly loves it though

if his misfortune is enough to make you happy

he thinks you might be slightly weird

but your happiness is all that matters to him

so he can deal with it

‘im glad me falling on my ass was this amusing to you thanks heaps babe’

one day you were sitting in a class you shared

it was business and it was boring but it was both of your favourite class because you were in <3 love <3

and jeongwoo had a question

the professor was walking around the classroom so he was waiting

and as they walked over, jeongwoo opened his mouth

and you watched practically in slow motion as he said

‘hey mum i have a question’

your eyes widened

his eyes widened

the professors eyes widened

doyoungs eyes widened

you held back on laughing until he’d gotten the answer he needed

and then you and doyoung let loose

‘hey mum’

‘mummy i mean mummy i mean-’

‘excuse me professor birthgiver’

‘OKAY I GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE’

if he ever gets insecure about anything

you look him dead in the eyes and tell him that he may be an idiot, but he’s your idiot, and thats all that matters :)

소정환 • so junghwan

the spends all his money on you boyfriend

from the beginning

junghwan had been spoiling you silly

buying you lunches

hearing you say you liked something and immediately purchasing it

you hadn’t thought anything of it at first

assuming it was just a friendly gesture

but the smirks from all your friends told you a different story

after the two of you began dating, his bank account began suffering

you had told him countless times

he didn’t need to be doing all this

but to him, it was his way of showing you he cared

‘you like this? i buy for u bby girl’

‘junghwan no-’

he also wasn’t afraid of showing people how much he spoiled you

read: ‘one time he walked into your class whilst the teacher was talking and everybody looked at him confused and he walked to you and gave you a block of chocolate and then walked straight back out but blew you a kiss just to make sure you were sufficiently embarrassed’

you adore him for it though

no matter how much he tries to humiliate you

you also aren’t allowed to try and pay him back

if he catches you tryna pay for something

or transferring money

its on sight

‘i am a grown man and i am insulted by this behaviour’

sometimes you run to the food court to buy both of you lunch before he gets there

so that he can’t lecture you on spending money

sometimes you think he’s a bit dumb though

you once broke a pencil you’d been using in your art class

and in response junghwan had bought you 83 more

‘why are there 7 parcels at my door rn’

‘damn that shits crazy i have no idea’

despite this

you know his only intention is to be there for you and help you out

so you always thank him with a huge hug

and only one or two insults about him being a walking wallet

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zzzzzestforlife · 6 months

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practical daily habits and affirmations for high-energy productivity 💫

tips from a busy part-time psychology student / full-time software engineer🏃‍♀️

i was inspired by HBR's "energy crisis" checklist but i wanted something more positive and affirming 🥰 so i ripped the thing apart and put it back together with (self) love 💕

bonus tip: don't try to incorporate too many new habits at once! start with just one or two and once you find yourself doing those easily, you can add more!

Show Your Body Some Love 🤗

🛌 I regularly get at least seven to eight hours of sleep, and I often wake up feeling well rested.

I have a strict bedtime, even on the weekends, and start my night routine at least thirty minutes to an hour before.

I follow Best Zesty's night routine. 😉

🍴 I eat a healthy breakfast.

I wake up thirty minutes to an hour before my day actually needs to start so that I have time to prepare food and eat at the table/bar.

I eat fruits/veggies, carbs, protein, and take my supplements.

🏋️‍♀️ I work out enough (at least four sessions a week that are a mix of strength and cardio training).

I follow workout routines that are safe and body-positive.

I consult with a doctor or trainer if necessary.

😌 I take regular breaks during the day to truly renew and recharge, including a relaxing lunch.

I listen to my favorite music.

I go for walks in nature.

Show Your Emotions They're Valid

🧘‍♀️ I am able to let go of feeling irritable, impatient, or anxious at work, especially when work is demanding.

I take time to meditate, practice mindfulness, and/or breathwork.

I recognize that I have a distinct identity that is independent of what I create/produce.

💕 I am fully present with my family and loved ones.

I enjoy deep and frivolous conversations with my people.

I put away my devices when sharing physical space with others.

🥰 I have enough time for the activities that I most deeply enjoy.

I schedule and protect my focus time for both my work and my hobbies.

I run my life like a well-organized engineering sprint. 😉

🙏 I stop frequently enough to express my appreciation to others or to savor my accomplishments and blessings.

I write thank you notes (or text messages) for the people in my life.

I keep a gratitude journal.

Show Your Mind It Is Powerful

🌲 I am able to focus on one thing at a time, and I am not easily distracted during the day.

I use technology to my advantage with apps that help me focus.

I start every day with a to-do list I made the night or week before so that my transition between tasks (a.k.a. the black hole 🕳️) is seamless and distraction-free.

👀 I spend much of my day focusing on activities with longer-term value and high leverage, rather than reacting to immediate crises and demands.

I regularly say "no" to optional activities/tasks that I know do not serve my long-term goals.

I plan for the future to prevent crises from arising in the first place.

🤔 I take enough time for reflection, strategizing, and creative thinking.

I keep a morning pages journal.

I regularly engage in a creative hobby/collect inspiration.

🚪 I don't work overtime, even if it's just answering/reading messages.

I have a strict clock-out time and snooze my notifications on a schedule.

I schedule activities after work that help me unwind and/or think about something else.

Show Your Spirit What It's Capable Of

✨ I spend enough time at work doing what I do best and enjoy most.

I am honest with my manager/mentor about my career goals so that they can help me align my daily tasks with them.

I keep a daily log of my activities at work so that I am aware of how I'm spending my time.

💖 There are no gaps between what I say is most important to me in my life and how I actually allocate my time and energy.

I have a vision board to remind myself of what is most important.

I keep a mood tracker so I can find patterns in what makes me happy and what doesn't.

😤 My decisions are influenced by a strong, clear sense of my own purpose rather than external demands.

When making a decision, I take time to articulate my own opinion to myself before soliciting the opinions of others, which I then consider from multiple angles.

I know that we don't just "find" our purpose in life, we create it by the little things we do every day.

💝 I invest enough time and energy in making a positive difference to others.

I regularly volunteer to help others and/or set aside time to help others when they ask.

I share quality time, physical affection, helpful information, etc. with others.

feel free to add your own suggestions/thoughts in the reblogs/comments~ you got this! 💪

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honeyviscera · 4 months

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♫ vbs writing songs.....

toya knows advanced music theory because of his upbringing. he would take those fancy theory exams and his dad would assign him theory homework, so he knows how music works on a very technical level. i think while writing music he can become wrapped up in chord progressions and modes and the like.

he does use the music mixing software souma's teaching him of course, but i like to think sometimes the best way for him to work through a song is to set up in the Weekend Garage, haul an electric keyboard onto one of the booth tables, spread staff paper out in front of himself, grab a pencil, and plot out chords by hand.

he's still working on "going with the flow" more, in order to make songs that feel more free and relaxed, and fit the style of vbs, but i think this method has allowed him to create some incredibly technically complex and beautiful scores. it's fun to imagine him plotting it out on staff paper, then typing it by hand into his laptop, and then adding effects and layering melodies and seeing how he can digitally alter it to make it even better.

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akito knows some music theory, but not as much as toya. when he was first getting into the music scene, he thought it would be important if he knew how to read music, so he taught himself the basics and has worked up from there. and starting his music journey with toya, he also would learn more theory from him as well, even if at the time it was a bit of an uncomfortable subject for toya. i think akito's approach to writing music is more prioritising what sounds good and just. trying a bunch of different things over the technical aspect of it, but he falls back on technical knowledge when something just isn't working, or if he's trying to achieve something specific.

he also will think of the music in technical terms (like note names, basic chord names, etc), as opposed to an, who just thinks in vibes and sound bytes of songs she's heard before lol

i like to think of him up in his room with his headphones in, on his laptop, just trying different things, humming, making small notes in a notebook, tapping rhythms with his hands. he'll aready be imagining the choreography that could go with the song in his head and might jot that down too. he and an will text back and forth little sound bites as they work on songs together and also short videos of themselves demonstrating dance moves to each other.

his notes are a mixture of sketched chords, timing and choreo notes, and generally outline a song timeline. toya: "now if only your school notes were this organised :)" akito: "oi. -_-"

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an isn't suuper well versed in music theory, but she does know some things. she more learned music by ear, growing up in vivid street around a bunch of street musicians. her way of using the music software is like. she'll hum something she thinks sounds good and then trial-and-error her way with the software until it sounds like what she was thinking (but she has very good pitch, so it doesn't usually take too much tweaking to get what she wants.)

she definitely goes more by vibes. she'll think something like "hmmm, it needs to sound more 'bwah!' here...." and then she'll make it more bwah. when she and akito are writing together, this habit of hers can be frustrating because "an, i don't know what bwah means. do you mean something like the chord should be brighter? the tempo faster? some effects should be added?" and then an will be like "mmmm.... I don't know. it just needs more bwah." eventually they figure it out though. and akito slowly learns to interpret her noises and hand waves and head shakes lol

she also texts akito sound bytes and choreo clips and general thoughts on songs. i think instead of using a notebook she just texts akito and uses their conversation history as a notebook lol. when they're rehearsing a song she's like "oh that reminds me...." *pulls out her phone* *scrolls through her and akito's messages* "just a minute......." and then akito will be like "do you mean [x thing] you texted me at 1am last week" and she'll be like "YES how did you know :0" "sigh". akito remembers everything she texts him, because even if random or out of context, he really likes her ideas. and so akito himself ends up being her notebook haha

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kohane, being the newbie, is just learning..... i think she's trying to teach herself music theory to really understand what goes into a song. when vbs are hanging out and discussing songwriting, she's doing her best to listen and absorb it all. i like to think she'll sit and watch toya when he's in the booth at weekend garage with the keyboard, and she'll ask occasional questions about his process and he'll smile and explain this and that..... ♪(´▽｀)

akito and an both talk about their process with her to help her learn.... i think when she sits down to write her first song she'll take a mixture of everyone's methods to make her own! (❁´◡`❁)

#ocean.mp3 #project sekai #vivid bad squad #vivid bad squad headcanons #an shiraishi #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #kohane azusawa #i was struck yesterday with ideas about how vbs writes songs..... -w-

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studionotesonline1 · 2 years

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bean-bean2000 · 5 months

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The Hacker - Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You’re just a computer nerd living your life in your basement as a professional hacker for the dark web. You enjoy your simple and quiet life until your misogynistic online hacker group undermines your abilities. They dare you to prove to them that you truly are worthy of being called a professional hacker. Hack into Stark Towers systems. The strongest, most expensive and secure system in the entire United States. Well, you never one to back down from a challenge. Especially to prove a man wrong. What happens when you actually succeed to hack into the Stark Tower systems? Will they find you?

Warnings: Angst, mention of mental health troubles (depression, anxiety, self-esteem, reader is unsure of themselves and if they belong), slight violence, blood, medical equipment.

Each chapter will have their own warnings. Your internet consumption is not my responsibility. Please read the warnings before deciding to proceed.

This is my first fanfiction so all comments/suggestions/advice is very welcome and appreciated! I’ll be making this into a series, but i’m not sure how many parts yet!

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You groan and you slam on your hands on your desk. You couldn’t believe these misogynistic men you had called friends. They were mocking you, claiming you will never be as good as they are, you’re just a woman they said. You laugh dryly as an idea sparks in your mind. You will prove to them that they are just men, and you are far better than they ever will be. They laughed as you told them that. Then, one user from the group chimes into the conversation:

“Prove it. Hack into Stark Tower.“ the screen read.

You stare at the screen. Stark Tower. The most expensive, expansive, and backed up software that existed in the entire United States.

As you were the only woman in that group, you laughed in their faces at the challenge and eagerly accepted.

You’ve never been more shocked, impressed and surprised in yourself and your abilities than the moment you had successfully breached all security firewalls from Stark Tower. You stared at the screen in disbelief and decided to play a little trick on Tony Stark just because you could.

You decided to not only look through all high security files (because, why not?), you wanted to piss off Tony Stark to prove to the almighty Iron Man-self made billionaire-philanthropist-playboy that he wasn’t the only one capable of mastering technology.

As you searched through the files, you decide to distract the Stark Tower online security team from blocking you out of the software by playing a little game.

You throw onto their screens the words “All work and no play makes Tony a dull boy” over and over again, line by line in bright red writing. You add on a song you created quickly blasting in the background in a deep computerized voice “You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me! Na Na Na Na Na Na!! ” with a clown dancing on the bottom screen. You added circus music for that extra slap in the face.

Okay, yes it was very petty and over the top but it was hilarious. You decide to indulge in your win as you made a bowl of icecream, laughing at how easily you breached THE Tony Stark’s software system. You’re dancing around you kitchen when your front door blasts open. You scream and stare at disbelief. What just happened?!

And then you see Iron Man marching into your home.

Fuck. How did they find you?! Impossible, you had taken every measure to ensure your location and IP address could not be pinged and traced.

You sprint to your backdoor only to run into a very hard and muscular chest. You look up and see James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier, smirking at you with amusement

“Where are you going, doll? We just want to talk.”

As your panicking you decide the best thing to do is punch the soldier in the face…. or attempt to… as he catches your hand with ease and stares at you.

“Nice try, that was cute.”

You yank your arm away and look around you, surrounded by the Avengers.

Your brain starts racking through the possible escape routes but nothing works as you’re surrounded by the strongest and best team of soldiers and superheroes. And then you remember the reason why they’re here in the first place. You start laughing and the Avengers stare at you, confused.

Tony walks up to you “You think this is funny? You hacked into MY system! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! Are you some kind of witch? AND you have the AUDACITY to call me dull! With a dancing clown! really?!”

You keep giggling and you stare right into his eyes with determination. You’re not afraid, you’re amused.

“I was bored.” you shrug your shoulders.

“it was too easy. Why wouldn’t i fuck around with the supposedly impenetrable Stark Tower system? Not so much the almighty Tony Stark now, are you? Beaten by a random woman in her basement.” you keep laughing.

Tony stares you down, clenching and unclenching his fists. Captain America appears behind him, all eyes turn to the Captain, as he grabs Tony’s shoulder, silently warning him not to do anything stupid.

“Oh fuck off Steve!” Tony tells.

“Just because your ego is hurt doesn’t mean you can just threaten or intimidate her.” Steve replies coolly.

“Yeah Tony, it’s not her fault your system is shit.” Bucky snickers. Natasha slaps him behind his head and Sam slaps his shoulder.

They all turn around to face you once more but you’re gone. They all freeze.

“What the - Where is she?! You guys let her escape?!” Tony screams.

They all scramble to capture you. Sam jumps to the sky to fly over and get a better view. Natasha, Steve and Bucky split up in all directions to search. Tony remains in your kitchen, baffled, embarrassed and angry.

You’re running for your life. You can’t believe you managed to slip past the freaking Avengers while they were bickering with each other. You made yourself small and quiet and crept out through a small door under your stairs, thanking all the stars that you never had it sealed as per your friend’s suggestions.

You’re sprinting down the street, weaving between alleys and trying to stay low and unnoticed.

You dare to look behind you when your yanked from your arm and fall forward, tumbling and wrestling the body that just tackled you.

It’s no use. You’re not strong enough, not trained for this. You’re just a computer nerd that hides in her basement.

You’re pinned to the ground and look up at your captor. James Buchanan Barnes. Of course.

His striking blue eyes staring down into yours. Swirling with emotions that you can’t decipher. Is he mad? annoyed? you swear you see something in his face that looks like he’s amused?

Suddenly he’s smirking as your struggling beneath him to get out from his grasp.

“Stop moving so much. It won’t do anything.” He says blankly. Chuckling that you’re willful enough to try.

“GAAAHHH NO! I will NOT be caught and sent to god knows what fucking shit hole prison. GET OFF OF ME!!” you scream and kick your feet, wiggling beneath him.

He sighs and stares you down. “I’m sorry, this is gonna hurt.”

You look up at him “What are you-” then everything goes black.

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You wake up with a pounding headache. You opens your eyes to blinding lights and beeping sounds. It takes you a moment to remember what happened and realize what’s going on.

You successfully breached Tony Stark’s tower. You were captured by Bucky. Damn him and his beautiful eyes and strong body. You stop yourself mid-thought and shake your head- He captured you, you idiot. Don’t think like that. You groan as you sit up.

You look around you and start panicking, you can’t be trapped, you can’t live like this.

Your heart rate picks up on the monitor and it starts beeping wildly. You’re groaning and kicking. Your arms are strapped down to the gurney. You start freaking out even more and manage to get one hand out of the straps. You start undoing the other one and then you rip out the IV in your arm.

You’re freaking out, terrified of what they did to you, what did they give you? what will they do to you? You jump out of the bed and grab whatever medical utensils you find to protect yourself. The monitors continuously scream and beep, you’re struggling to figure out what to do when Tony, Steve and Bucky run into the room.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” you scream and hold a medical scalpel out to them. Attempting to appear as threatening as possible. Rather, you look like a terrified cornered animal. You’re shaking, your head is pounding, you can’t focus, you just need to get out.

“Hey hey slow down, you’re okay….” Steve coos as he tries to slowly approach you.

You stick the scalpel in his direction.

“Don’t you dare come closer! Leave me alone!” you yell at him.

“Okay, we can figure this out, just put the scalpel down okay? Look at your arm, you’re bleeding, you ripped the IV out. Please sit down and let Bruce take a look at it.” Steve says to you, hand in the air to prove to you he is no threat, as he slowly continues to approach you.

You hadn’t realized as you were focused on Steve, that Bucky had rounded the room and was now behind you.

You look down at your arm, confused, scared. Your arm has a gash from the middle of your elbow down your forearm. It’s bleeding a lot, blood is dripping down your clothes and forming a small puddle on the ground.

You lift your arm to inspect and start panicking. Your eyes wild and you take in everything and realize you’re trapped, you’re hurt, you’re scared.

Then you feel Bucky’s arm wrapped around you and force the scalpel out of your hand.

“NO! NO! AHHHHH” you scream and thrash against him.

Tony takes the chance to inject you with a calming medication to soothe your panic attack and settle you back down. You start to grow woozy in Bucky’s arms and you slowly get weaker and more tired. They help place you back into bed and you’re repeating slowly and quietly “no please, just let me go”.

You fall into a deep sleep.

“Well she’s a spit fire. A lot more spunk than I expected.” Bucky says with a chuckle. “I like her.”

Steve and Tony roll their eyes.

“You like her because she beat me at my own game.” Tony says to Bucky and Bucky chuckles back at him and shrugs.

“Call Bruce, have him look her over again, make sure she’s okay and have him administer small doses of that calming medication so when she wakes up we can actually talk to her without her freaking out. Tony, find out what you can about her. Her name, family, history, everything. We need to know who we’re dealing with and assess if she’s a threat.” Steve says and walks out the door. The other two men follow. Bucky looks behind him one last time and stares your sleeping form.

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You slowly wake up again to the feeling of something tugging on your arm. You groan and look over. You see a man with scruffy beard and hair stitching up your arm. Your heart rate monitor starts to beep faster which causes the doctor to look up at you.

“You’re awake. I’m Dr. Banner. I’m just patching up your cut here, it’s not too deep but please be careful.” He says as he looks at you pointedly.

You stare back and croak “Where am i? What are you going to do to me?” You feel a small tear slip from your eyes.

“Relax, please. We will not and have not hurt you. We just want to get to know you. It’s the first time anyone has beaten Tony when it comes to technology. You’re in Stark Tower, the Avengers compound. I know Steve and Bucky can appear menacing but they’re harmless, I promise.” Dr. Banner says to you softly.

You don’t know why but you believe him. He calms you.

“Alright, you’re all clean here. I’ll let you get changed and you can meet me right outside the door and i’ll guide you to the kitchen okay? Take your time.” He taps your hand lightly and walks away, offering you a tight smile.

You get up slowly and take in your surroundings and the situation. You see a pile of clothes folded for you but they aren’t yours. Confused, you look around and find your own in a laundry basket, bloodied and dirty. You sigh and put on the clothes provided, albeit the shirt is slightly tight around your waist and breasts and the leggings curve your butt nicely.

You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. What is going on?

Dr. Banner knocks at the door, you walk out and follow him to the kitchen. Your head held high, refusing to show any fear.

As you enter the kitchen, the entire Avengers team turns and looks at you.

Your confidence quickly wavers when you make eye contact with a certain dark haired blue eyed soldier. He stares you up and down and you look down at the floor meekly. Bruce guides you to a chair and beckons for you to sit. You plop down and stare at your hands.

“Please, don’t be scared. We looked into who you are. We can’t find anything about your past. There are no medical or dental records. You’re a ghost. All we have is your name. How is that possible?” Steve says as the group stares at you.

You look up but say nothing. Steve sighs. He didn’t expect you to immediately spill your life story to them but he was hopeful it would be that easy. He decides to pull the bandaid off and tell you why you’re here.

“We’ve discussed this at length and we have a proposition to make. As you are extremely talented, we believe you would be a significant asset to the team. You can use your knowledge and expertise to help us complete missions more easily by hacking into the systems for us. We decided we can’t have you living out in the world without supervision. If you’re capable of breaking through Tony’s systems, you’re too powerful in this modern world. We would like you to join the team. What do you think?” Steve explains.

You stare at him. Your jaw slack. You look between them all. It takes you a second to register what he just said to you.

“So that’s it? You’re not going to kill me?”

The team chucked. “No hun, we don’t do that. We’re honestly just so impressed by you and want you to be a part of our team.” Wanda says to you softly.

You stare at them all. Registering what they asked of you. “This isn’t a choice. I either join the team, or what? You send me to some deep dark prison god knows where?! Seems like it’s either join the avengers or live a miserable life alone and imprisoned.”

“They are one and the same to me, a cage is a cage. No matter how pretty you paint it to be.” You say dryly. Looking up at the ceiling and sighing.

You pause. “I’d rather be here with some freedom than be in an actual cell. I accept the offer on one condition.”

They look at you expectantly.

“Never ask me about my past. I remain a ghost. I remain hidden. I do not join you on missions. I am to be left alone at my own will, within these grounds. I will be a prisoner to your cause but i will not be caged like an animal. I want my freedom.” You say to Steve as you stare at him making direct eye contact.

“Deal. Welcome to the team.” He says and reaches out to shake your hand. You shake it and pull back.

You feel eyes on you and find who they belong to. Bucky. He stares at you and you fake a cough to clear your throat and distract from his prying stare.

Tony gets up and tells you to follow him. He shows you to your room. It is directly across from Bucky, and stationed between Steve and Natasha. A security measure for sure. You can’t escape them.

Tony lets you into your room and tells you that he has prepared your own station and office to work from. Of course, your actions will be heavily monitored.

He watches you sit down as you find your belongings already in the room. You realize there was never a choice after all. They had decided for you. You never had the chance to decide your own fate, you were trapped.

Tony slowly closes your door and you sit on your bed, staring at the wall. Processing what just happened and not understanding why you can’t get those striking blue eyes out of your head.

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Part 2 here

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #steve rogers #marvel universe #bucky x reader #steve x reader #the avengers #tony x reader #natasha romanoff #tony stark #fanfic #captain america #winter soldier #black widow #wanda maximoff

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How to compose like Toby Fox

I analyzed Toby's music... here's the backbones to his songs, and various Toby techniques! I included ways to get started with recording your music! Read more to see 👀

Battle themes

For the music Toby uses in his battle themes, he starts with a 1-2 measure long riff. He gradually adds in more instruments, looping the original track from the intro. A simple tune you can hum to. After adding in several instruments, he adds the bridge of the song. He removes the beginning melody and lets the background music continue for a measure. Then he slows down the song and keeps one instrument. After that he adds a buildup and changes the octave, or adds harmony to the final chorus. At the very end, he adds a finale that ties the beginning to the end of the song.

Background music

For the background music during exploring, he makes the songs easily "loopable" so the beginning fades into the end. He uses orchestra sound fonts and ambient noise. During emotional short cut scenes he uses faint opera vocals as well. Don't forget the random wind whooshing sounds.

Instruments used

Undertale mostly focused on chiptune synthesizers and 8 bit sounds. Toby branched out to orchestra instruments in chapter 1 of Deltarune, and emphasized his piano skills. In chapter 2, he fell in love with the harpsichord that he'd romanced many years ago in his homestuck side gig. Thank goodness he left the weird overused synth pitch bending in his past. Good grief, that was... creative. Toby's been experimenting with brass instruments, which makes sense. Toby played trumpet in jazz band during high school. After his work on Pokémon, Toby's music has become diverse, and each song has a unique twist. Working with other artists was definitely a great step for him! Don't be afraid to reach out to other beginner musicians and collaborate!

Making music like Toby

To make music like Toby... experiment! Create a long-term relationship with the harpsichord and mash notes together until you find yourself playing them over and over, nodding your head in satisfaction. You gotta quickly record the track and tweak it later so you remember what it sounds like.

Simple ways to record music

Music professionals will K1LL me for this one. Here's some ways to begin recording music without buying that 1999$ springo bingo synth board with the doodoofart pro vst producing sound bit 2000.

Using these tips, you can record and change sound fonts! Once you record your track, you can mess around with the sound on your recording device! That's how Toby has so many instruments 👀

Look up videos on YouTube about converting music into wav and mp3 files. Toby didn't know what a wav file was when he began music production! Don't be scared of all these fancy weird words. You'll catch on! There's no shame in going on the web for help. Music production can get very complicated with random errors and shit. (I have cried over my piano before) That's what reddit is for! Frustration is inevitable. Just take a deep breath and STAY DETERMINED. Even if you can't play piano? Watch tutorials and practice! Toby is self taught and doesn't write sheet music!

If you have an electric piano keyboard, you can hook it up to a computer with a cable that's easily found on Amazon. You can also use an iPad pro, hook THAT up and record it in a program like garage band. I recommend investing in studio one 5 on your computer! If you've got studio one... get a vocaloid software bundle and mess around with piapro studio 👀 add vocals!!! There's some cheap vocaloids out there! Toby's worked with some vocaloid producers in the past! Mess around and have fun!

Get creative!

The keyboard is your playground. Toby says that simplicity is important. He mentioned this in the annotations included on the sheet music that came with the undertale collectors edition. You don't need to go overboard with advanced shit to sound professional. Some of the best songs are simple and catchy!

Toby would want you to be kind to yourself and your hands. Be patient. Music takes time! Make your own songs and follow your own path. Create your own style so when people hear your music they know it's you!

Good luck!

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dulcewrites · 2 years

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could you do some austin angst where he cheats on the reader with olivia while filming and they have a baby together and a little later on they are co parenting austin’s single but when the reader drops their son off at austin’s house she tells him she’s going on a date and he gets jealous and then whatever ending u want

Strangers by Nature

Pairings: austin butler x reader (wc: 1.4k)

Warnings: mentions of cheating, austin being messy and possessive

Requested: yes (thank you I like this idea) . This lowkey took a different turn than I thought I would but I think it’s pretty good so I hope you enjoy it as well

A/N: I don’t know why some my personal ideas about what to write make austin a little… toxic? It could be me projecting to find something wrong with him lol. I want to write more about him but I am someone who normally stays away from reading/writing about real people myself. Anyway [insert disclaimer about me not knowing austin, this being fiction, and people needing to be respectful and understand boundaries when writing about real folks]. Also I was slightly inspired by the “when you’re 40, and I’m 50 we’ll be back together” scene from Elvis (2022).

timeline clear up: austin is 31, you’re 29 in 2022. You guys were together for around 9 years in 2020 (when he cheated). You had your son in 2016 (so he is 6 in 2022, he’s a cancer sun with a leo moon lol)

You keep going over how the conversation will go in your head. What he is going to say, and what you’re going to say in rebuttal. Maybe you shouldn’t even tell him about the date? The car ride over to Austin’s place is filled with thoughts being so loud you feel a headache coming on. The only thing competing with your loud thoughts is Mateo’s loud singing.

Well, at least you can say the private school music classes are paying off.

Once you get in the driveway. You for a moment, leaning your head against the steering wheel to take a moment to breathe. You and Austin have been coparenting for two years now, and the drop offs are still not easy.

“Mommyyyyyy, go in,” Mateo starts to whine.

You sigh and give him a smile in the review mirror before getting out. As you take him out of his booster seat, he whispers in your ear.

“Daddy said he’s gonna teach me guitar.”

You raise an eyebrow. Sometimes you resent it; how Austin gets to be the fun, artistic parent that connects with Mateo on that level. You don’t have an artistic or creative bone in your body, it’s the reason why you work in software development. Mateo is fascinated with what his dad does. Hell, you were fascinated too when Austin and you met.

“Sounds fun baby.”

You grab his bag and walk him up to the door. You watch as he happily bounces on his feet to the tune of the doorbell, waiting for Austin to come to the door. The door swings open; Austin’s attention instantly go down to Mateo, and he picks him up into a big hug. There is something special about watching them interact; two peas in a pod.

Austin and you share a less than graceful side hug. It’s more him putting his arm around you, and you trying not to be awkward about it.

“We need to talk,” he whispers in your ear. Well, that’s cryptic.

You and Austin often don’t have long unmediated conversations about things outside of Mateo because it always ends in someone getting their feelings getting hurt. It’s hard to swallow that there was a time where he was your best friend. The person you told everything to.

Despite the confusion, you followed him into the house towards the kitchen.

“Buddy, why don’t you go put your stuff away and we’ll call you down when mom is about to go.”

Mateo takes off to his room. There’s a beat of silence before Austin starts.

“So, how are you?” his smile is breezy, and his tone is light. Too light.

“I’m fine,” you reply slowly. Did you really need to come in for this? He could’ve texted.

“The funniest thing happened last week,” he says, leaning against the kitchen island. “Matty came up to me and was like ‘daddy, I have a secret’.”

Mateo is in this phase where he thinks everything is a secret. If he must use the restroom, it’s a secret. If he wants to wear blue instead of red, it’s a secret. He saw a lizard at recess. A secret.

“And he then he says, ‘mommy is doing something special on Saturday’,”

Your stomach drops into your ass. Not your baby being the person who rats you out. How did he even know? Oh god, do you talk that loud on the phone? This is not how you wanted this to come out. Then you remember, you’re an adult. Who cares what Austin thinks?

“Well, now that you mention it,” you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I do have a date tomorrow.”

The last first date you went on was with Austin… in 2011. You haven’t been “on the market” since your late teens. To say you’re nervous about the whole thing is putting it lightly. The last thing you need is Austin browbeating you about it.

“Now that I’ve mentioned it. You’re joking right?”

“I was going to tell you,” You quickly reply.

And you were… sometime soon. If it wasn’t today or tomorrow, it would’ve been sometime next week. He doesn’t have a right to be mad or to be giving you the look he is right now. As if he’s betrayed by the fact you would want to date. You should’ve been expecting this. Dr. Shula, your family therapist, said dating was going to be a tricky thing for you two to navigate.

You honestly thought he would be the first one to take the plunge. But maybe that’s your resentment talking.

“Are you doing this to punish me,” he huffs. “I say I want to make us work, and you go and do this.”

You always knew Austin regretted what he did, and that all he wants is for things to go back to how they were. It’s just something you’ve always shot down. Sometimes you wondered if he says it because that’s the “right” thing to say after you cheat.

“Because I got the hint when you didn’t come to any premieres.”

And there it is. He said he didn’t mind, but you knew better. The biggest moment in his career, and he was alone. A part of you did feel bad every time you declined. Or when you offered sending Matty there, and making it clear you wouldn’t join. But now having it thrown back in your face made your blood boil a bit.

Why would you want to go and pretend to be happy about a movie that basically ruined your relationship? Be around the person who helped him fuck it all up.

You were ready to be there for every premiere, talk to him about every interview, cheer him on about this role that meant so much to him. He’s the one that changed that.

“You really don’t get it do you?” you ask with a cynical chuckle; you can’t help but laugh. He’s never going to get it because despite the ups and downs you had over your relationship, you never broke his trust the way he broke yours.

“I thought… I thought things were turning around after I came back,” he says, sounding defeated.

Your shoulders drop and let out a sigh. He’s talking about when he was sick after filming. When you came and stayed with him. It was the first time the three of you were in that house together since early 2020.

“Austin, you know me better than that. If you need help, I’m not going to turn my back on you,” you try to sound sympathetic. You hadn’t seen Austin like that in long time. That low. “You’re the father of my child. You’re wellbeing matters to me.”

“So, that’s all it was. You 'taking care of the father of your child'.”

You can’t look him in eye for too long. He knows it’s more than that. You know it’s more than that. But you don’t know if you’re ready to say that again. Ready to put that much faith in him again.

“Look, I know this isn’t want you want,” you lean over and grab his hand. “But you need to let me do this.”

The next part is implied. Let you do this and then you can make up your mind. Maybe you’ll be ready to try again. Maybe it will be the risk you you need to take to get over him.

“You know you’re it for me right,” he squeezes your hand. “We’re gonna come back together after we figure this out.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes. That’s the scary part; he might be it for you too, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You wipe your face, and try to pull yourself together before calling out Mateo’s name.

You say your goodbyes to him before sending him back to play then turn to Austin.

“Stay safe. If anything happens tomorrow, you call me immediately,” Austin’s voice reminds you of how he talks Mateo when he really needs him to listen.

“Ok dad,” you joke before surprising both yourself and him by pulling him into a hug. Despite how you two go at each other, you don’t enjoy seeing him upset. It doesn’t give you the satisfaction you hope it would.

“I love you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. He loves you. You simply hum in response. Is love always enough?

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