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requiem-fics · 2 years

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How the JJK men react when you stay the night for the first time

Gojo Satoru

"It's kinda late. You wanna stay over or something?"

Acts as though he's doing you a massive favour by letting you stay the night instead of needing to go back to your place, when really, he'd hoped you'd want to stay the entire time.

Just lets you take a shirt from his closet to sleep in. It takes you a while to find something you don't think he'd mind you sleeping in, but it's all designer. Even labels you'd never heard of before. His shirts are all so soft though, and smell really nice. Masculine and luxurious.

"Don't you look cute wearing my clothes."

He downplays it, but he loves it.

Gojo sleeps in either boxers or sweatpants, completely shirtless.

"I get kinda hot at night" He shrugs it off.

Still sleeps in an eye mask though, claiming he's a light sleeper.

That's an absolute lie though. He sleeps so deeply, a little restless, but impossible to wake.

Loves spooning. Big or little, it doesn't matter. Clings to you, and only pulls you closer the deeper into sleep he gets.

Seriously, you'd better hope you don't need to get up in the middle of the night to use the washroom or something, because getting out of Gojo's grasp would prove impossible.

Nanami Kento

The type to always have a spare, unopened toothbrush and extra hygeine products. Not because he expects a lot of overnight guests, but he's collected a couple spares just in case. He'd hate to be a bad host.

"Are you positive? I don't mind sleeping on the sofa if you'd be more comfortable that way."

A considerate king, always wanting to make sure you're at ease in an unfamiliar environment.

He'll offer one of his softer, silk button-ups for you to sleep in. Something nice and oversized hoping you won't feel too underdressed.

He loves to see it though. The way the sleeves fall past your fingertips. Nanami thinks it's absolutely adorable and he realizes it's definitely a sight he could get used to seeing.

"Do you need water? A phone charger?"

If he hears your stomach rumble, he won't hesitate to cook you something spectacular, acting as if it's nothing. He's a great cook though, and loves this subtle manner of showing off his skills.

Sleeps very lightly, very attentive to your every movement. He wonders if you're able to sleep well in his bed, but all worries subside as you grab for his chest in your sleep.

Again, he finds it so cute and eventually gives in to sleep with your head nestled in his chest. Letting your soft breathing lull him to sleep.

Geto Suguru

"Up to you, sweetheart."

He acts nonchalant about it, as if he couldn't care less, but really he wants you. He just wants you to want him first.

The SOFTEST bedsheets. Plush pillows, with dark, rich silks and down duvets.

Geto is naturally a bit of a night owl, so if you plan on staying over, it's best to ensure you don't need to be up early the next morning.

He'll play some music, drawing images on your upper thigh, trying to make you guess what he was drawing.

"Let's take a walk? I wanna get something to eat."

It doesn't matter if it's past midnight, Geto knows all the best late-night haunts in the city.

He's quite tall and intimidating. Walking around with him late at night is the equivalent to 'scary dog privilege' no one would dare to try and make you feel unsafe as long as Geto is next to you. Even if it's 3am.

Surprisingly, he has a skincare routine, and offers you some moisturizer and serums before bed. Takes a lot of satisfaction in subtly caring for you and ensuring you feel like you're being pampered.

"Tell me something about you that no one else knows."

The intimacy of sharing a bed isn't enough, he always wants to know you better than he did before.

"Take it off," He urges before you get under his duvet with him. "And let me watch."

Sleeps completely entangled in you. Limbs intertwined. Lost, but comfortable.

Fushiguro Toji

"C'mere. You're not leaving just yet." Sleepily, Toji waves you over, inviting you into his bedroom. Rolling onto the bed as he pats the spot next to him.

It's been a while since he's wanted someone to spend the night with him, but he couldn't pass you up and let you walk home alone, and he was too tired to let you leave.

Usually he sleeps better alone, other people make him uneasy. It takes the right kind of person to get himto tear down his walls and lay next to him as he's at his most vulnerable.

There's a bit of a softness to his jagged edges after midnight.

Deep talks. He has no issue telling you about his life if you ask, and he'll give you his undivided attention once you feel like opening up to him.

Definitely the type to lounge around in grey sweatpants and nothing else. The man may have trouble expressing his feelings, but he has no issues understanding exactly how unbelievable his body is.

"You can feel them."

He laughs as he catches you staring, only to take your hand and guide it over his abs. Absolutely enamoured by how flustered you're getting.

Sleeps with you completely consumed in his massive arms. It's rare he lets guests over, but the rare time he does it's because they're someone worth holding on to.

Choso

"It's not safe this late, I'd never forgive myself if something happened."

Second guesses if this is the right thing to do, partially because he's secretly so into you, he's afraid of slipping up.

He's also afraid of his brothers getting jealous given how pretty he knows they'll find you.

"I could call you a cab? Or you could take the bed?"

He blushes uncontrollably when you suggest sharing his bed.

"Want to play a game?" Cards, board games, etc. Choso is a pro at lightening the mood and maintaining a comfortable distance between the two of you for as long as he can.

If you're not right by his side, you've strayed too far.

Snacks? Water? More blankets? Choso is very caring and responsible. He wants to ensure you're taken care of.

In a lull, rolls his head onto your chest, wrapping his arms around you as he feels the intimacy of your heart beat.

It's only when you're next to him in bed does he feel confident enough to take the initiative to pull you into him more closely, absolutely elated that you're reciprocating his physical demands for intimacy.

When he's on the cusp of sleep, he'll sneak in a gentle goodnight kiss if the opportunity presents itself.

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #choso #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #jjk headcanons

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squirrellypoo · 1 year

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Every song on Taylor Swift “Midnights” is about IWTV

...either as the point of view from a character (POV) or about a character. Don't believe me? I brought receipts!

Star ratings (1-5) are how closely/confidently it matches the show rather than the quality of the song.

‘Lavender Haze’

POV: Louis (ep1) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Loustat gif source - Lavender Haze video gif source

'Maroon' POV: Lestat to Louis (ep2) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin' with your head in your hands

And I lost you The one I was dancin' with

'Anti-Hero' POV: Lestat ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌟

I should not be left to my own devices They come with prices and vices I end up in crisis (I've realized all this time) I wake up screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch as you're leaving 'Cause you got tired of my scheming For the last time

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‘Snow On The Beach’ POV: Louis to Lestat (ep6) ⭐️

And time can't stop me quite like you did And my flight was awful, thanks for asking I'm unglued, thanks to you

My smile is like I won a contest And to hide that would be so dishonest And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it 'Til you do, 'til it's true

Louis gif source

‘You’re On Your Own, Kid’ POV: Claudia (ep5) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out There's just one who could make me stay All my days

You're on your own, kid You always have been

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Claudia gif source

'Midnight Rain' POV: Louis (ep1/2) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain He wanted a bride I was making my own name Chasing that fame He stayed the same All of me changed like midnight

Loustat gif source

'Question…?' POV: Loustat ⭐️

Good girl, sad boy Big city, wrong choices We had one thing going on I swear that it was something 'Cause I don't remember who I was before you

'Vigilante Shit' POV: Claudia (ep7) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌟

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie They say looks can kill and I might try I don't dress for women I don't dress for men Lately I've been dressing for revenge

Claudia gif source

'Bejeweled' POV: Lestat to Louis (ep5) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Puttin' someone first only works when you're in their top five And by the way, I'm going out tonight

Best believe I'm still bejeweled When I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer And when I meet the band They ask, "Do you have a man?" I can still say, "I don't remember" Familiarity breeds contempt Don't put me in the basement When I want the penthouse of your heart Diamonds in my eyes I polish up real, I polish up real nice

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‘Labyrinth’ POV: Louis (ep6/7) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Oh no, I'm falling in love again Oh, I'm falling in love I thought the plane was going down How'd you turn it right around

Loustat gif source

‘Karma’ POV: Claudia to Lestat (ep6/7) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

You're talking shit for the hell of it Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant You're terrified to look down 'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare Of everyone you burned just to get there It's coming back around

‘Sweet Nothing’ POV: Louis to Lestat (ep7) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your Sweet nothings

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'Mastermind' POV: Claudia (ep6/7) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse Of a chain reaction of countermoves To assess the equation of you Checkmate, I couldn't lose

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since To make them love me and make it seem effortless This this the first time I've felt the need to confess And I swear I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

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Bonus tracks! (The "3am" album version)

‘The Great War’ Loustat (ep6) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battle underground And maybe it was ego swinging Maybe it was her Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

‘Bigger Than The Whole Sky’ POV: Louis to Lestat (ep7) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

No words appear before me in the aftermath Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness 'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye You were bigger than the whole sky You were more than just a short time And I've got a lot to pine about I've got a lot to live without

Louis gif source

‘Paris’ About: Lestat & Nicki ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I wanna brainwash you Into loving me forever I wanna transport you To somewhere the culture's clever Confess my truth In swooping, sloping, cursive letters Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight In my mind … I'm so in love that I might stop breathing Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

‘High Infidelity’ POV: Lestat to Louis (ep5-6) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

High infidelity Put on your headphones and burn my city Your picket fence is sharp as knives I was dancing around, dancing around it Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love The slowest way is never loving them enough

‘Glitch’ POV: Claudia to Charlie (ep4) ⭐️⭐️

We were supposed to be just friends You don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in And what's in my system

I think there's been a glitch, oh, yeah Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, oh, yeah And I'm not even sorry Nights are so starry, blood moonlit

‘Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve’ POV: Louis ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

All I used to do was pray Would've, could've, should've If you'd never looked my way

I would've stayed on my knees And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil At nineteen And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts Memories feel like weapons And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

Loustat gif source

‘Dear Reader’ POV: Daniel (Dubai-era) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

So I wander through these nights I prefer hiding in plain sight My fourth drink in my hand These desperate prayers of a cursed man Spilling out to you for free But darling, darling, please You wouldn't take my word for it If you knew who was talking

Daniel gif source

Whew! I did not expect this post to be this long!

If you think any of these songs works better for a different POV, I’m all ears! Hit me up in the comments and let’s discuss.

#iwtv #taylor swift #interview with the vampire #taylor swift midnights #iwtv discussion #iwtv discourse #Spotify

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iamlyne · 2 years

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from someone whose confidence and boundaries could use a lot of work - here’s a few reasons why halsey’s music is so important to me:

- you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece, and now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink

- and i’m still waking every morning, but it’s not with you

- do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?!

- all of control

- already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it

- if you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised

- i’m a wanderess, i’m a one night stand, don’t belong to no city don’t belong to no man, i’m the violence in the pouring rain, i’m a hurricane

- and i found myself reminded to keep you far away from me

- and i’ve been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool for a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds

- BUT I DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING TELL THEM ANYTHING, ANYTHING !!!

- and i’m gon’ write it all down and i’m gon’ sing it on stage, but I DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU ANYTHING, ANYTHING !!!!!

- and i’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave

- and i promised myself i wouldn’t let you complete me

- all we do is think about the feelings that we hide

- all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign

- they can break our hearts, they won’t take our souls

- i’m finding it hard to leave

- all of 100 Letters but especially I DON’T LET HIM TOUCH ME ANYMORE

- baby as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did

- every SINGLE word in sorry

- don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing

- perhaps hopeless isn’t a place, nothing but a state of mind

- i ain’t your baby no more

- look, i don’t mean to frustrate, but i always make the same mistakes

- MOTHERFUCKER, DON’T PLAY WITH ME

- women! don’t! play! no! games!

- ANGEL ON FIRE i repeat ANGEL ON FIRE

- DEVIL IN ME i repeat DEVIL IN ME (“but i scream too loud if i speak my mind - WHO JUST WRITES THAT?!)

- cause you know the truth hurts but secrets kill // cause you know the good die young, but so did this

- i hope hopeless changes over time

- all of ashley

- and every second of clementine

- IT’S FUNNY HOW THE WARNING SIGNS CAN FEEL LIKE THEY’RE BUTTERFLIES

- and i had no warning about who you are

- i spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic and i cursed the ground for growing green

- i spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic and i cursed my tongue for being mean

- CAUSE I COULD NEVER HOLD A PERFECT THING AND NOT DEMOLISH IT

- HOW COULD SOMEBODY EVER LOVE ME ???!!!

- there’s power in the words you’re thinking

- I HATE EVERYBODY and i’ll say it again for the people in the back I HATE EVERYBODY

- 3AM // specifically // i’m reckless, treat it like a necklace, take a different version and i try it on for size with everybody that i know and WILL YOU PLEASE PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE

- without me is for the people pleaser in me that’s constantly being used because i have shit boundaries and it’s so special to me

- beautiful strangers only come around to do me wrong

- CAUSE HE IS SHE IS HER AND HER AND HE ARE LOVE AND I HAVE NEVER FELT THE DIFFERENCE !!! TIRED OF ALL THESE LABELS

- told me pick my battles and be picking ‘em wise BUT I WANNA PICK ‘EM ALL AND I DON’T WANNA DECIDE

- and i’m not breaking, i won’t take it, AND I WON’T EVER FEEL THIS WAY AGAIN

- all i want in return is revenge, cause i don’t need you anymore

- i’ve been trying all my life to separate the time, in between the having it all and giving it up // i wonder what’s in store if i don’t love it anymore

- coming apart at the seams and no one around me knows

- pre-chorus and chorus of still learning

- i should be living the dream, but i go home and i got no self-esteem

- 929 (for a song that wasn’t written about me, i relate a little too much)

- i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do, i hope you dream of me

- i know you’re chokin’ on your fears, already told you i’m right here

- you can be kind to the one that you love (even if YOU’RE the one that you love/are trying to love)

- SO TAKE WHAT YOU WANT, TAKE WHAT YOU CAN, TAKE WHAT YOU PLEASE, DON’T GIVE A DAMN !!! ASK FOR FORGIVENESS NEVER PERMISSION

- she smiles back, but it’s a fact that her fear will eat her alive

- you can’t take it back, it’s good as gone. well, flesh amnesiac this is your song. and i hope what’s left will last all summer long, and they said that boys were boys but they were wrooooonnnnnnggggg

- don’t call me by my name, all of this is temporary, watch as i slip away for your sake

- better off dead so i reckon i’m headed to hell instead

- jesus needed a three day weekend to sort out all his bullshit

- don’t wait for me, it’s not a happy ending

- ALL OF THIS IS TEMPORARY

- EASIER THAN LYING EASIER THAN LYING EASIER THAN LYING // LOSING YOU IS EASIER THAN LYING TO MYSELF THAT YOU LOVE ME!!!!

- i romanticize and then i get to stressin’

- tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve and change like a season, reason for nothin

- CHORUS of Lilith

- now i’m wonderin if i ever wanted to hold you???

- the more that you give away, the more that you have, the more that they take

- no, i’m not your daydream, i won’t have your baby

- i feel better when the boys stop calling

- i keep waiting for luck to come swallow me up

-you asked for this hits every fucking time

- really can’t remember where i left my spine, hidden in the pages of the new york times at home and maybe i’ll be better if i take my meds, ain’t a double header if you lose your head

- all the little flowers gave me something to believe in

- bridge of darling gives me a lot of hope for better days ahead

- and i won’t die for love

- you shoot for the memory, so you can forget me, I’D LEAVE IF YOU LET ME

- SHE’S HELL IN A BASKET JUST MAKING A RACKET I LOVE EVERY SECOND IT’S FUCKING FANTASTIC

-you sabotage the things you love the most, camouflage so you can feed the lie that you’re composed

- YOU DO NOT WANT THIS

- why do you need love so badly?

- i’ve got a monster inside me that eats personality types, she’s constantly changing her mind on the daily

- THESE ARE THE STANDARDS TO WHICH YOU COULD HOLD ME

- I AM NOT A WOMAN I’M A GOD, I AM NOT A MARTYR, I’M A PROBLEM, I AM NOT A LEGEND, I’M A FRAUD, KEEP YOUR HEART CAUSE I ALREADY GOT ONE

- maybe i could be a different human in a new place

-i’m better all alone

- maybe i could be a better human with a new name

- AND IT REALLY DOES HURT WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE

- the (motherfuckin) lighthouse // FROM A TENDER AGE I WAS CURSED WITH RAGE // CAUSE I NEVER WANTED SAVING I JUST WANTED TO BE FOUND // AND I’M GLAD I MET THE DEVIL CAUSE HE SHOWED ME I WAS WEAK AND A LITTLE PIECE OF HIM IS IN A LITTLE PIECE OF ME

- PEOPLE DISAPPEAR HERE

- all of nightmare, every second

- I DON’T OWE YOU A GODDAMN THING

- CAUSE KINDNESS IS WEAKNESS OR WORSE YOU’RE COMPLACENT

- I’M TIRED AND ANGRY BUT SOMEBODY SHOULD BE

- grew into a savage and that’s why they gave this verse to me

- I SOLD FIFTEEN MILLION COPIES OF A BREAKUP NOTE

- i don’t play anymore, i went through your phone and called the GIRLS IN YOUR DMS AND TOOK ALL THEM HOME

- i’m keeping you waiting but i won’t wait on you

- i’m already gone…

- you looking like you fell in love tonight, for pete’s sake, homie pull it together, we hooked up once it was kinda whatever

- cause i’m a mistake and we both could do better

- EXPERIMENT ON ME

- you burnt the witches now you’re defenseless, who needs a Y with this many Xs?

- darling who ya praying to, and is anybody answering you? cause i’ve done my part for 12 years now and i can’t seem to get through

- i’ve been sleeping in a bed too big for me, can’t remember what it’s like to get some sleep

just to name a few - but they have a way of putting my thoughts into words though she’s never met me 🖤

#halsey #lyrics

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contraspectacle · 4 months

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☿ KONTAKT-HI 12.15.23 PLAYLIST

☿ GUEST DJ CARSON GREENWAY

☿ thank you so much for your support — we're gonna be switching up formats pretty frequently to try and bring something new to the town and diversify the genre exposure, but we had a great time and you're definitely gonna be seeing this one again.

☿ please support artists on bandcamp. never have they had to work as hard as they do in current conditions.

☿ substitutions may be made for unavailable tracks/versions in the streaming playlist.

☿ next KONTAKT event TBA — we hope to see you there.

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☿ 10:00PM (NON SERVIAM)

Gina X Performance - Be A Boy

Cerrone - Miss Wagner

Vivien Vee - Higher

Casco - Cybernetic Love

Klapto - Mister Game (Flemming Dalum Remix)

Angela - Fantasy

Eighth Wonder - Cross My Heart (Dance Mix)

Nuovo Testamento - Heartbeat (Curses Remix Edit)

ABC - How To Be A Millionaire

Trans-X - Imagination (Original Album Version)

Chinaski - Blood Patch

Vicious Pink - Cccan't You See (French Extended Mix)

Axodry - You (Beauty & The Beat Mix)

Sacred Skin - Bitter Heart

Pet Shop Boys - I Want A Lover

Yello - Vicious Games (Mark Reeder's Wet & Hard Remix)

Visage - The Anvil (Extended Version)

Tobias Bernstrup - Nylon (Hy-Nrg Mix)

Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax (Club 69 Future Anthem Part 1)

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☿ 11:00PM (CARSON GREENWAY)

Coco Steel & Lovebomb - Feel It

Tears for Fears - Pale Shelter (Groovefunkel Deep Shelter Remix)

Hawke - 3 Nudes

Kylie Minogue - Can't Get Blue Monday Out of My Head

The Art of Noise - Catwalk (Ground Mix)

Everything but the Girl - Missing (Todd Terry Club Mix)

Pet Shop Boys - I Want to Wake Up (Johnny Marr 1993 Mix)

808 State, Bjork - Ooops (Eric's Cup of Hysteria Mix)

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence (Riki Tiki Mix)

Daft Punk - Daftendirekt

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☿ 11:35PM (NON SERVIAM)

Shannon - Do You Wanna Get Away

BPM AM - Come To Me (Vocal Version)

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Kiss Them For Me (Kathak #1 Mix)

The KLF - Justified & Ancient (Stand By The Jams 12")

Madonna - Into The Groove (Shep Pettibone Edit)

Secession - The Magician

Baby's Gang - Challenger

Modern Rocketry - Deeper N Deeper (Ultimix)

Duran Duran - A View To A Kill

Anne Clark - The Haunted Road

Beyond the Struttosphere - Astral Riders (Rigopolar Remix)

Kim Wilde - You Keep Me Hangin' On

Bardeux - Hold Me, Hold Me (East LA Club Mix)

Fun Fun - Give Me Your Love (Harris & Hurr Extended Mix)

Madeline Goldstein - One More Day (Some Ember Club Mix)

Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy (Arnaud Rebotini Remix)

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☿ 12:35AM (CARSON GREENWAY)

Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Two Tribes (808 State Mix)

Leftism - Afro Left

Porn Kings - Up to No Good

The Art of Noise - Dreaming in Colour (Your Dream of Mine)

Soft Cell - Memorabilia 91

Alice Deejay/Quad City DJ's - Slammin' Off Alone (Carson Greenway Mix)

Heaven 17 - We Don't Need This Fascist Groove Thing (Rapino Club Mix)

Utada Hikaru - Simple and Clean (Planitb Mix)

Madonna - Ray of Light (Victor Calderone Mix)

Underworld - Born Slippy (Nuxx)

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☿ 01:10AM (NON SERVIAM)

Geneva Jacuzzi - Cannibal Babies

Happy Mondays - Hallelujah (Club Mix)

The KLF - 3AM Eternal

Units - High Pressure Days (Rory Phillips Remix)

Leftfield - Open Up

Taylor Dayne - Tell It To My Heart (Tempo Club Mix)

The Future Sound Of London - Expander (Remix)

Wonderland Avenue - White Horse (Original Mix)

Corona - Rhythm Of The Night

Fortran 5 - Heart On The Line (Voodoo Child Mix)

SNAP! - Rhythm is a Dancer

Bananarama - Venus (Marc Almond's Hi-NRG Showgirls Remix)

David Bowie - Hallo Spaceboy (Pet Shop Boys Remix)

JK - You Make Me Feel Good (Hyper Go-Go Remix)

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☿ artgoth ☿

#artgoth #new wave #club night #synth #eurodance #playlist #90s house #synthpop #hi nrg #hacienda #italo disco #Spotify

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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drinks in nyc

summary : in which they both release songs about their love and it isn't enough.

pairing : harry styles x reader

warnings : language

author's note : heyyy!! it's been a while since i wrote something and why not break my hiatus with an angsty social media au lmao but ANYWAYS, here you go!! crazier things by chelsea cutler and noah kahan and supercuts by jeremy zucker!!

tagged : @ellora-brekker @slut4benbarnes @0oolookitsme

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liked by niallhoran, conangray, selenagomez and 4,529,528 others

y/n_ 'until you met me' out everywhere!! this song is one of the most heartbreaking songs on the album and i hope you all like it!! thank you so much for supporting me!! <3

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username omg im crying

username the way she referred to the things in her relationship with harry

username 'i know you always fell out of love so damn easily' wow-

username 'until you met me, drinks in new york city,' she met harry in nyc,,, 'think i fell in love before i even knew your birthday' harry said in an interview that she didn't know when his birthday was until long after they started dating,,, 'kissed you on the first date,' need i say more

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harrystyles i had a great time performing my new single 'supercuts', thank you so much new york city.

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y/n_ my second album, drinks in nyc out now!! you all have no idea how excited i am for you you to listen to this. every single song is precious and close to my heart, and i'm so excited!!! thank you all SO much for you support and love, i appreciate and cherish each one of you!! thank you <3

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harrystyles harry's house out may 20.

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years

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moonflower.

dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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sukunarii · 3 years

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Sonder || Modern! Sukuna x Gn! Reader (Drabble)

[3:00 am]

Beside you, Sukuna was slumping back on his chair. With one hand, he twirled the straw on the top of the softdrink in circles, making the ice inside the cup swirl and make a crunching sound. He originally put his feet up on the table but he put it down after you protested about how his feet was too close to your face.

"Tch, then don't put your face on the table," he told you before begrudgingly obeying what you said.

It's been a while since then, the leftover boxes of the burgers and the fries all scattered messily around the table and shoved off to the side. It was quiet except for the subtle buzz that the light fixtures makes.

You lazily rested your head on the table's, letting the side of your cheek contact the surface to prop your head up while you looked out the window. People watching. Some passerbys seems to be hurrying somewhere. While others too were just walking around aimlessly. Drunk salarymen. People waving for a cab. Teens who doesn't want to go home. Inside this McDonald's it seems void of life, the only customers were you and Sukuna. However, outside the streets were still busy with people. Afterall, Tokyo is a city that doesn't sleep.

You two are no different.

"Look at that girl," you said to Sukuna while nodding towards her.

"What, do you see a cute girl or something?", Sukuna asked without even batting an eyelash or looking in the direction.

You rolled your eyes, "Idiot, no. Just look at that bag she's holding," you said.

Sukuna sighed then leaned forward in his chair to get a closer look out the window at the girl you were pointing to. He examined her bag but didn't seem to see anything special about it.

"That's just a typical tote bag," he replied.

"Well yeah I know that, but what do you think it's in it?", you asked.

Sukuna snorted, "Why should I care? Groceries maybe."

You lifted your head up from the table finally and brushed your cheeks softly with your hands to brush off anything that may have stuck on.

"That can't be it. No one goes grocery shopping at 3am," you replied.

Sukuna rolled his eyes, "Does it matter what's in the bag?", he asked again.

"I guess not, but it's kinda interesting..." you trailed off.

"Not really," Sukuna grumbled.

"Maybe she's heading back from cram school and her schoolwork are in the bag. I know there's a few that goes until very late."

Sukuna kinda tuned out of your ramble, it was 3 am afterall. But his thoughts were interrupted again when you pointed at a young man stopping at the crossing lights, "How about him? Where do you think he's going in that attire?"

Sukuna sighed, the man in question was in black jeans with snakes embroidered on it. He also donned a flamboyant red vest that seems to fit very loosely on him. He was wearing shades even if there was no sun out.

"Probably going clubbing," he replied, uninterested.

"In that?"

"Why not."

"Alright, how about that guy with the white shirt and the messenger bag?", you asked again.

This time, Sukuna stopped playing your little game. He turned to you, his eyebrows knitted together.

"(Name), I said I couldn’t care less about what other people are doing."

You looked at him and pursed your lips. A few seconds passed by. Then finally, you spoke, "Yeah. I know you don’t care about other people. I mean you did forget about my birthday a while back.”

“I already apologized about that”, Sukuna reminded you.

“Yeah three days later and only because I got angry,” you retorted back.

Sukuna’s eyes seems to squint a little together and he ran a hand through his pink hair, “Anyways,”

“Hey don’t change the topic!”, you protested but it fell to deaf ears.

“What I am saying is I don’t care about others. Let alone these insignificant strangers.”

“Well you’re right. They are insignificant strangers.”

"So we're on the same page," Sukuna affirmed.

"I wonder what other people will say about us then," you said.

"Does it matter?"

"Not really."

"Then why think about it?"

"It's kinda funny though. To us, those passerbys are insignificant people in our lives. And to them, we are the same, two kids in a McDonald's because we don't wanna go home—"

"We aren't kids who don't want to go home," Sukuna says taking offense to your generalization.

"Exactly," you answered, "To us, we aren't. Our lives are more complex than that. But to them, we are. And the same goes to them, just a girl heading home after grocery shopping, a man who is going clubbing, but every one of them too is living their own lives as vivid and complex as ours. Isn't that a weird thing to think about?"

Sukuna looked at you and blinked. For one, he isn't a person who cares about other people. But maybe it was the vibes in the McDonalds, or that simply it was so late but it seemed that what you said did make a little sense. Not that he wanted to really understand.

There's like a hundred things that Sukuna has to worry about and wherever you were going with this topic, it sounds like too much work. He leaned back in his chair again and gently guided your head so that it rests on his chest. His fingers on his other hand intertwining with yours.

"Shhh you overthink too much," he says softly.

You pouted, “Don’t suddenly act all sweet, you’re just trying to shush me because you think I’m taking too much.”

He chuckled, “Exactly.”

#uhhhh idrk what this story is lol #just kinda felt like writing something with this vibe #sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna

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Human (Natasha Romanoff)

Human: Chapter 1

A/N: Troyes, France is 6 hours ahead of NYC so 7pm there is 1pm in NYC. For the sake of this fic we’re going to pretend that the Battle of New York lasted quite a few hours.

*This is my first ever fic and I wrote it at 3am so bear with me

WARNINGS: swearing; mentions of weapons; violence; panic attack; anxiety; my crappy writing; and I think that’s it (lmk if there’s anything I should add)

Barcelona, Spain; January, 2012:

The repetitive ticking of the clock registered in my brain before my eyes even opened. I didn’t need that clock to know what time it was, of course. It was 4:30 am— the same time I've woken up everyday for the past twenty-five years of my life. I no longer need to wake up this early, yet it’s a habit so deeply engrained in my framework that it’s seemingly unbreakable. I roll out of bed and make my way into the dingy kitchen with light footsteps. With some quick math I figured that I got barely two hours of sleep last night, but that’s more than usual. I started the coffee machine and asked with a sigh, “Would you like some coffee or are you just going to lurk in the corner?”

The leather-clad stranger with an eyepatch stepped up to the kitchen island opposite of me and responded, “I wouldn’t mind a cup. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you knew I was here.”

“Well, you know what they say about old habits. You got a name?”

“You can call me Fury. We have a lot to talk about, Eight.” I slid him a mug of cheap coffee and gestured for him to take a seat.

“Then we’d better get started so you can get the hell out of my apartment.” He simply chuckled in response and I could already feel my patience wavering.

Two Hours Later:

“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division? Really, dude?”

“Yeah, it’s a mouthful. Trust me I know.”

“I’m sorry that you came all this way for nothing, Fury, but there’s no way in hell I'm working for some government spy circus.”

“It’s technically an extra-governmental spy agency-“

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not joining,” I said, cutting him off.

“So, you’re just gonna hop from one shitty apartment to the next until you die? That doesn’t seem like a great life.”

“Better than the one I lived before.”

“You aren’t the person to live in hiding. You’re the person who thrives in the action and lives to kick ass, and we both know it.” When I didn’t respond he continued, “I’ll leave you my card. When you change your mind, which you will, you’ll know where to find me. You don’t have to be the bad guy anymore, Eight.” With that he slid off the stool and left my apartment, leaving me with nothing but my rapidly spiraling thoughts and a black business card.

Troyes, France; May, 2012:

It had been four months since Director Fury came to my apartment in Barcelona. We’d kept in contact and he hasn’t given up on me joining S.H.I.E.L.D.. I'm living in my third apartment since then. Wow…those landlords must really hate me. I was watching the seven o’clock news when I saw something that made me choke on my Cheerios. “An alien invasion?! What the fu-” My Cheerio-muffled exclamation was interrupted by the ring of my burner phone. “Hello?”

“Eight, you watched the news recently?”

“Uh yeah, I'm watching it now. You fighting aliens now, Nicky?”

“Okay first of all, I told you to stop calling me that. Second, yes… aliens. I’m forming a team of…extraordinary people to help protect against these threats and they could really use a hand to finish off this fight.”

“I may be weird as hell but I ain't ‘extraordinary’, Fury. I don’t wanna join your band of misfits.”

“Alright, how about a compromise? You fly your fancy jet here right now and help them out and if you still don’t wanna join once the battle is over, you can go right back to France and I’ll stop bothering you about joining.” After a few seconds of silence I agreed.

“Fine, but I’m not gonna change my mind. Wait, how do you know about my jet?”

He gave a hearty laugh and said “I know everything, Eight. You should know that by now.”

New York, New York; 96 Minutes Later:

I flew my jet into the city, making sure to take out a few flying Chitauri in the process. We don’t need to talk about how I got my hands on a German jet that can fly 2100mph. I saw a few interesting characters standing in a circle fighting off an endless sea of aliens. I maneuvered the jet and— wait…is that guy wearing blue tights? Is this what Fury meant by extraordinary? Whatever. I landed in the street about 20 yards away and killed the engines. I hopped out and started jogging towards the group. A couple of them turned around, probably wondering who the hell the chick in the black uniform is and— whoa that’s a beautiful woman. After realizing my steps had literally faltered in a mini gay panic, I slowed to a walk and said “Y’all need a hand?”

“Depends on whose hand it is,” replied the redheaded source of my panic.

“I’m a friend of Fury’s. He practically begged me to come save your asses.”

“Fury doesn’t beg,” she said in a doubtful tone.

“Not typically, but I'm just that awesome. If you don’t believe me then call him up but I’m gonna go kill some aliens.” With that I took off down another street where there was a group of the repulsive bastards. After unloading all of my magazines into Chitauri bodies, I switched to my swords and daggers. After another hour or so of fighting, there were no more aliens in sight. I started jogging toward the rich dude’s tower when I saw said rich dude falling through the rapidly-closing portal. I stopped next to Mr. Blue Tights and the buff blonde guy with the hammer when the big green dude grabbed Mr. Rich Dude from the sky and landed next to us. The green guy yelled, waking Mr. Rich Dude up with a start. “What the hell? What happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me. Except for her, she’s pretty hot,” he said nodding toward me. Just then the redhead jogged over to us and eyed my blood-soaked form from head to toe.

“See something you like, Red?”

“No. I’m pretty sure I'd be classified as a sadist if I liked the sight of that much blood,” she said with a raise of her eyebrow.

“Yeah that’s fair.” She shook her head at me with a small smirk. There was barely a second of silence when Mr. Rich Dude spoke up.

“Anybody want shawarma?”

Three Hours Later:

I had gone to the Triskelion after the band of misfits apprehended Loki. Agent Hill showed me where to park my jet and directed me to a room so I could shower and stay the night if I wanted to. I had put on black jeans, a white tee, and a black jean jacket, all of which had been in a to-go bag in my jet. I was toweling off my hair when someone knocked on the door. I opened the door to see none other than the one-eyed-wonder standing there. “What can I do for you, Nicky?”

“The Avengers are being debriefed in Conference Room 6B in ten minutes. You should come.”

“The Avengers? Is that what you’re calling them? That’s cute. But I'm not an Avenger and I don’t want to be an Avenger, so no thanks.”

“You should come anyway.”

“I don’t actually have a choice, do I?”

“You know me so well, Eight,” he said with an amused grin.

I walked into the conference room and the Avengers were already there. Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, and Natasha Romanoff—whose names I learned from Hill— were scattered around a large table, along with Fury. Romanoff eyed me from where she was standing and arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. I squinted my eyes and wiggled my eyebrows in response, and I could see her stifle a laugh. “What’s your name?” She accompanied the question with a blank expression, which made me feel oh-so-special.

“That’s a very personal question, Miss Romanoff. Let’s slow the pace, please.”

“You know my name but I can’t know yours? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“The world isn’t fair, Miss Romanoff, and I love a good mystery.”

“If you two are done flirting, we have business to attend to,” interjected Fury.

“Right, my apologies, Nicky.”

“Don’t call me that, Eight.”

After an excruciating 43 minutes and 27 seconds, Fury finally let us leave. I was so close to freedom when that unbelievably sexy voice called to me. “Eight!” Romanoff hastily walked towards me in an effort to catch up.

“Yeah?”

“Is your name actually Eight?”

“If you want it to be.”

“Why are you so damn stubborn?”

“It amuses me, Red.” There was a brief silence during which both of us were trying to figure out if the conversation was over.

I was about to leave when she continued, “So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?”

“Well, no. I’m going to stay the night, steal some really expensive jet fuel, and then leave in the morning before Fury can get up my ass about joining his little team.”

She rolled her eyes and responded, “Why won’t you join the Avengers? And why won’t you tell me your real name?”

“It’s just not my style. I’d rather fly solo.”

“You ignored my second question.”

“Then maybe you should take the hint and stop asking.” With that I turned around and started walking away, but a hand on my arm stopped me dead in my tracks. Alarms started going off in my head, and I'm pretty sure Romanoff was saying something to me but I was too caught up in the memories of beatings, punishments, and psychological conditioning to register it. After a few of the longest seconds of my life, the white of my vision cleared up and the voice telling me ‘physical contact is strictly forbidden’ faded into the background. My heart was still hammering in my chest and I was trying to keep my breathing steady despite the inevitable panic attack trying to drag me under, I regained my neutral expression and said. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Are you okay?” She had a concerned expression and if I wasn’t so blinded with anxiety, I would’ve appreciated how cute the furrow of her eyebrows was.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna turn in. It’s been a long day.” I turned around and walked back to my temporary room at a brutal pace. As soon as the door closed behind me, hot tears raced down my cheeks and I lost the ability to breathe. It was gonna be a long night.

3:21 am:

I finally managed to calm myself down and stop the panic attack after almost four hours. Well, I passed out because I couldn’t breathe but it did calm me down. Trying to sleep would be pointless, so I decided to leave before anyone woke up. I didn’t really have much to pack so I grabbed my duffel bag and left the room. I made it to the corridor attached to the landing pads and ran into the one person I really didn’t want to see. “What are you doing out and about, Red?”

“I’ve got places to be and things to do. Were you just going to sneak out in the middle of the night like a teenager with a rebellious streak?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing, actually. Do you need a ride? Where are you going?”

“Madrid. Fury said I could hitch a ride on another plane that’s headed for Germany.”

“Well I’m going to France if you wanna ride with me. My jet will get you there a lot faster.” She studied me for what felt like way too long, probably debating if I would try to kill her or not. You know how spies are with their trust issues.

“What the hell, why not?”

And that is how I ended up in a jet with “Candy Shop” playing over the speakers and Natasha Romanoff in the copilot seat yelling at me to, and I quote, ‘slow the fuck down.’ “Why would I slow down, you psycho?! That’s the whole damn point of this thing!”

“Where did you even get a German jet this fast?”

“Germany.”

“No shit Sherlock. How did you get it?”

“I went to Germany, stopped in at the local speedy-jet dealership, and walked out with this beauty.”

“Sarcasm is a defense mechanism, you know? You’re only being like this to keep me from seeing the real you. You built walls. You want everyone to think you’re fine when in reality, you’re falling apart.”

“Okay…um…there was no need for that, Dr. Romanoff. I can find my own therapist, thank you very much. And don’t go pretending you’re all healthy in the head, Miss Assassin.” It was quiet for all of five seconds before we both burst into laughter.

Madrid, Spain:

I landed the jet at the local S.H.I.E.L.D. base and killed the engines. Romanoff and I removed our headsets and I stood to help her get her bags. “Welp, I’ll see you around I guess.” I really wasn’t good at this type of thing. Or any social interactions, really. Twenty-four years in a cell will do that to you.

“Will I? See you around, I mean?”

“Um, I don’t really know, honestly. I’m not part of S.H.I.E.L.D. so we won’t just run into each other or anything but…”

“Why won’t you join S.H.I.E.L.D.? I mean what else are you doing?”

“Ohhh, I see. You just love me so much that you don’t want me to leave. You’re gonna miss me so much-” I was cut off when she threw her backpack at my head. “Hey! You’re lucky I caught that! Freaking crazy woman.”

When our laughter died down she said, “Well I should probably go. Thank you for the ride.”

“Of course. Hitchhikers are always welcome aboard my beloved jet.” A small smile appeared on her face and she stepped forward to give me a hug but she must’ve seen my body go rigid because she stepped back. She might’ve said something but the voice in my head was too loud for me to understand her. I don’t know how long it was before I unfroze but when I did, she was gone. I walked to the front of the jet and started the journey to France.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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3AM in the City

Tetsurō Kuroo - Haikyuu

Synopsis: after high school, you don’t see Kuroo as much as you used to, and not nearly as much as you would like. The only exception is when he calls you up at 3AM to go for a drive—an offer you never turn down; and tonight’s events are exactly why you don’t.

Rating: PG

Warnings: some kissing, nothing you haven’t seen in the movies before kids. A little angsty if you squint?

As far as you knew, it was just another Friday night you would be spending at home alone, which you didn’t mind in the slightest. As much as you enjoyed going out just as much as the next person, you still knew how to appreciate a quiet night in by yourself.

Scrolling through your phone, the bright, white light illuminating your face in the otherwise pitch black room, you glanced up at the corner of the small device in your hands and took noticed of the time. 3AM.

Letting out a yawn, almost as if in response to realizing just how late it was, you shifted in bed a little, trying to decide if you should try to get some sleep or keep mindlessly prowling social media for a little while longer.

Before you could make up your mind, however, a notification for an incoming phone call took over your entire screen, startling you a little more than you would like to admit. A small smile toyed at the corners of your mouth as you read the caller ID and answered the call.

“Hello?” You pressed the phone to your ear and sighed, body ready to climb out of bed. You already knew why he was calling . . . it was the only reason he called anymore.

“Hey.” His voice was smooth and casual over the phone, indicating that he hadn’t just woken up, meaning he hadn’t slept at all yet; which wasn’t exactly uncharacteristic of Kuroo. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head instinctively, even though he couldn’t see it. “No,” you answered. “Just lying in bed.”

There was a short pause before he spoke again. “Wanna go for a drive?”

You had already known before you answered the phone that you would be saying yes to his proposition, but instead of responding right away, you hummed softly, pretending to think about it—pretending you weren’t as eager to see him as you actually were.

“Sure.” You swung your legs over the side of your bed and started searching for some clothes in the dark, unwilling to turn on the bright overhead light and ruin the late-night trance that you enjoyed so much.

“Meet you in ten,” he said before hanging up.

“Yeah,” you sighed, even though he was no longer on the other line. Thankfully, you knew this was just the way that Kuroo was—he was just bad at talking over the phone—but you still wished he sounded even a little excited to see you after so long.

Pulling on the same outfit you had been wearing that day, purely because they were sitting at the end of your bed and had been easy to find, you tucked your phone into your pocket and fixed yourself up a little before heading out the door.

Like always, you waited at the street corner for Kuroo to drive up and pick you up. When he arrived almost exactly ten minutes after he had ended the phone call, you jumped into the passenger’s seat of the incredibly expensive and lavish car he drove. That vehicle was his pride and joy and sometimes you were honestly surprised he even let you inside of it considering how little he seemed to care about you lately.

Before you could even get your seat belt on, he was speeding away from the curb and heading out of your neighbourhood. Glancing over at the man you used to consider your best friend, you noticed the creases between his brows and the way his lips stretched into a thin, tight line. Something was bothering him, but then again, he didn’t ask you to accompany him on mindless cruises at 3AM when all was well in his life.

Knowing that it would be a couple of minutes before he warmed up to your presence and wanted to talk, you turned up the radio and watched the scenery pass by out the window. In the distance, you could see the glowing lights of downtown Tokyo, the bustling hub of the city that you usually avoided due to how busy and crowded it was.

The city in the middle of the night was a completely different story, however. Maybe it was the way the many colourful advertisements and store signs illuminated the dark night sky, or maybe it was the way the streets emptied out enough for the overwhelming aura to dissipate just enough, but driving through the streets at night brought you a sense of euphoric calm that simply couldn’t be obtained during daylight.

Looking back at Kuroo, you took note of how his face had relaxed, even if just a little. You watched his hands tense around the steering wheel, griping tight before relaxing and tapping his fingers against the leather. Feeling your eyes on him, he finally looked over at you and acknowledged your presence.

“How have you been?” he asked seemingly out of nowhere, as if he just realized he would have to make conversation with you eventually.

Your heart fluttered slightly, joy spreading through you at the thought that he genuinely cared about how you were doing. “Fine, thank you,” you told him. “And you?”

“Okay,” he lied. You knew it was a lie, because even though he had changed drastically since high school, he was still just as bad at bending the truth, especially when it came to you.

“That’s good.” You rested your head against the window and observed the passing buildings and how they grew taller and taller the further into the city Kuroo drove.

As silence consumed the inside of the car once more, you became keenly aware of the music playing in the background; so, when a certain song that brought back a lot of memories started playing, you noticed it before Kuroo.

Your eyes widened a little as you looked from the radio to Kuroo, waiting to see if he remembered it as well—hoping he remembered it.

Feeling your eyes on him once more, he cocked a dark brow in your direction. “What?”

“This song.” You gestured lazily to the speaker. “Do you remember it?”

Kuroo chewed on his bottom lip as he listened, and for a moment, you thought he had actually forgotten. Then, a wondrous smile spread across his dimly lit face and he nodded. “Yeah, course I remember.” His spirits seemed to have increased ten-fold. “You always insisted we play it, and every time we did, you would sing every single word. Without fail. Every. Single. Time.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “What can I say? It’s a good song.” You turned up the volume a couple more notches.

This time, when the conversation ceased, the vehicle wasn’t filled to the brim with thick tension. Instead, you found yourself thinking back to your days in high school—those incredible three years that you would give anything in the world to return to. Back then, you and Kuroo had been nearly inseparable. Back then, you hadn’t had to fight for his attention.

Back then, you genuinely felt like he wanted to be around you.

Looking to your former-friend and now casual acquaintance, you watched him carefully as he drove, his eyes glued to the road in front of himself. You wondered what had happened. What had gone so wrong that he felt the need to distance himself from you? Had you done something to push him away . . . or was that just the way high school friendships played out?

The question as to what series of events had taken place to get you to where you were now was one that you were unable to answer. The only thing you knew for sure was that you missed Kuroo . . . more than you probably should, but you missed him nevertheless.

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, either from the inspiring city lights or the nostalgic song, or maybe both, you shifted in your seat to face the man beside you and cleared your throat.

“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” you asked matter-of-factly.

Kuroo glanced over at you for a split-second, blinking a few times in response. He was clearly taken aback by your sudden and direct inquiry, and you completely expected him to ignore you altogether or change the subject. What you didn’t expect was for him to turn into the nearest parking lot, park the car, and let out a long, exasperated sigh.

Worry and curiosity coursing through your veins, you sat silent and still, waiting for him to speak or move or do anything.

“I feel lost,” he finally said, his line of sight falling to his lap. There was a pause, and you were unsure if he was going to elaborate more or leave it at that. When you opened your mouth to respond, however, he continued. “Work takes up all of my time . . . so much so that I’m starting to realize I’ve cut ties with everyone I used to know without even noticing it; not until it was too late. And the worst part is, work isn’t even going well. This corporate ladder bullshit is way harder than I ever imagined. I feel stupid for throwing away everything I had for something I might not ever be able to obtain . . . for something I don’t even enjoy. It feels like it’s all for nothing.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Kuroo had never been that open about his feelings with you before; not unless you had pried for days-on-end or he was plastered drunk.

You were unsure how to respond at first, so you did what you usually did when people came to you with a problem; you tried to put yourself in their shoes and then give the advice you thought you would want to hear.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not all for nothing,” you told him. “You didn’t get into business because you hated it. Sure, maybe the spark is a little dimmer right now or you’re going through a really rough patch . . . but don’t doubt yourself over one little bump in the road.”

Slowly, Kuroo turned his head toward you, his dark eyes landing on you for more than a few seconds for the first time that night. “But how do I know if it’s worth throwing everything else away over?”

“It’s not,” you said simply. “No job is worth throwing everything else in your life away over. But the best part is, you don’t have to choose between a career and a social life, and anyone who says you do is just plain lazy or insanely bad at time management.”

Kuroo cracked a smile at that and a puff of air that could be interpreted as a soft laugh passed his lips.

“So my advice is just try to do better from here on out.” You smiled back. “Everyone has a hard time every once in a while. If the people in your life truly care about you, they will understand.”

“Do you understand?” he asked.

This time, you didn’t hesitate at all. There was no need to play coy or pretend like you cared less than you really did. “I do.” You nodded. “I’ve missed you.”

Kuroo’s eyes softened and his small smile faltered for half a beat. “I’ve missed you too.”

Before you knew what was happening, Kuroo’s large hand was caressing your cheek and his lips were pressed against yours. Even though it was the middle of the night, you swore your entire world lit up at that moment. You had known you had wanted your best friend back, but this was so much better. This was more than you could have ever hoped for.

“I’ve been horrible to you.” Kuroo whispered against your lips, his fingertips trailing down the side of your neck and sending shivers up your spine. “I know this is a lot to ask . . . but can you ever forgive me?”

“Just promise to call me more than once a month . . . and maybe during the day sometimes,” you chuckled.

He laughed, his hot breath warming your face. “I can do that.”

“Then yes, I forgive you.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #lostinthewiind #kuroo #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #fanfiction #reader #reader insert #x reader #one shot #post-high school #spicy #fluff #3AM in the City

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dimpledlavendeer · 3 years

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Enhypen's hyung line as type of best friends

Heeseung

Sleep over bestie

Can show up at your door any minute

"Hey y/n :D" *dives inside*

Movie or game nights with him is the best

When he stays over you will a have a singing battle even tho he's a better singer

Will put on a random song on his shuffle and starts singing to you

Pulls you to dance with him too

You both will end up not sleeping or sleep after 4 am I don't make the rules

Likes to cuddle, backhugs, kisses any kind of skinship he just like the feeling of being close

Likes being babied

"Get this blanket hee you're gonna get cold"

"Thank you y/n" *pouts* 🥺

Most likely to have a crush on you

Likes to see you wearing his stuff, let's you keep them

If he stays over he will find an excuse to sleep while cuddling lmao he is such a baby aaaaaaaa

Reminds you that you deserve sm 24/7

Will try to cook for you

Will listen to you all night long actually that's why you guys stay up for so long

Just talking about random stuff if you aren't playing games or watching somethings together and he will always say something to help you

Even listening to his voice is calming tbh

Wants attention

He might get a bit sad if you give attention to someone else

Loves showing off his skills to you and gets all giggly when you praise him

Is definitely shy

Definitely won't go around shirtless with you

Jay

The funniest bestie

Will joke around or tease you 24/7

Talk to you about everything like literally everything

Is definitely not shy at all

Most likely to be shirtless around you

"Hey y/n can u pls scratch my back for me"

Will definitely cook for you, might even get offended if you wanna order something

Least likely to fall for you

Chooses all your clothes

Goes to shopping with you and uses you as a literal model lmao

Doesn't let you buy anything he doesn't like

OVERPROTECTIVE

Get jealous if he sees you being close with the rest of the boys bc he wants you as 😤 his 😤 bestie 😤

Would fight for you

"Did that guy just fucking hit on you?"

"Jay it's fi-"

"YAH!!! WHO DO U THINK UR HITTING ON?!?!?!?"

Is like an elder brother

Will take you out for a ride around the city at nights

Carries you inside if you fall asleep in the car

Jake

The bestie with the best advices

Is ready to do anything with you 24/7

Will pick up the phone even if it's 3am

Rarely gets angry

Not jealous at all

Not shy at all

Will also go around shirtless with you

Ask you if he looks good and gets happy when you praise him

Will help you with homeworks and exams

You guys will probably adopt a dog or a pet together

Is the first one you go to when something bad happens or when you can't decide on something

Is a great listener, gives the best advices and helps you solve your problems quickly

Will also come for a sleep over

Touchy, loves skinships especially backhugs

Won't fall for his best friend

Sunghoon

The annoying bestie lmfao

Will definitely tease you 24/7

Will make you wonder if he's your friend or enemy

Loves to see you embarrassed so he will do anything to make you all shy

But deep down loves you a lot

JEALOUS

OVERPROTECTIVE

Since it's hard for him to get close to people he cares deeply for the ones he sees close

Will teach you how to skate no matter how long it takes

Is actually a pretty patient teacher

Is the first one to go to about something serious

He knows when to joke around and when to be serious so it's really easy to communicate with him once you're close

If he breaks your heart by accident he will prepare a surprise for you to forgive him

Will take you out at nights for a walk when he isn't feeling well

Also very likely to fall for his best friend

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vs-redemption · 4 years

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May I please have BNHA scenarios of how any characters you think would fit would dealing with a haunting with their paranormal loving partner? Thank you

A/N: I had so much fun writing these! I decided to do three characters: Twice, Mirko, and Todoroki. They’re all under the cut since it’s three different stories. I hope you enjoy!

Dealing with a Haunting (Twice, Mirko, and Todoroki x Paranormal Loving!Reader)

Warning: Mentions of scary Halloween themes like death and murder related to the huantings.

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

“Hey Jin!” You skip up to your boyfriend with an innocent smile on your face. It was always the best way to get his guard down if you had to ask him for something. Not that it was hard to get him to go along with your ideas anyway. He could never resist doing things for the people he cared about. “I finally decided what I want for my birthday.”

“Really? What is it?” He perks up at your words, eager to find out what it was that would make you happy. “Took you long enough!”

You smile, knowing there was no reason to be offended by the second comment. He pulls you into a hug as you reach up to put a hand on each side of his face. Your touch reminds him that he has no reason to fear splitting apart. “I want to spend the night in a haunted hotel,” you tell him, causing him to go bug eyed for a moment.

“Uh uh! No Way!” he shakes his head before leaning in close, “anything for you, baby!” You smile victoriously. He would need no further convincing. He knew you loved anything paranormal, and there was no way he was going to let you go somewhere potentially dangerous by yourself.

An alarm on your phone alerts you once it is 3am on the night of your birthday. You hop off the hotel bed which was still perfectly made since you had no intention of sleeping. Your boyfriend, however, had drifted off in the room’s armchair in the middle of the movie you’d put on a few hours before.

“Jin, wake up!” You shake his shoulder and he wakes up with a startle. “It’s dead time! Let’s go!” You don’t wait for him to reply as you open up your suitcase to grab your flashlight and camera. You remember to hand Jin a mask to wear over his head so that he’d feel a little more confident.

“Are you sure about this?” He whispers as you both tiptoe out into the darkened hallway.

“Of course!” You assure him. “I’ve been wanting to come here for years! Thank you so much for doing this with me.” You lean toward him to give him a peck on the cheek before making your way down to the first floor of the hotel. Your footsteps echo around the stairwell and you feel Jin slip his hand into yours.

“Are you scared already?” you ask him in amusement.

“Oh course not!” He defends himself before puffing out his chest, “I’m your brave protector!” You laugh at his false bravado as you lead him toward the empty swimming pool.

“They say a pair of twins died in this pool,” you tell your boyfriend as you flick on your flashlight and let it illuminate the calm water in front of you. “Every year, on the same day as their death, people claim to hear the sound of children laughing and running around this area.” You turn around and give him your best creepy smile, “tonight is the 10 year anniversary.”

“Stop it,” Jin was definitely getting spooked now, “I don’t believe you.”

As soon as he muttered those words, you felt a small breeze brush past you both with the faint sound of a giggle floating through the air. You quickly reach for your camera, hoping to capture some evidence of what was happening, but Jin completely freaked out. He scoops you into his arms and runs as fast as he can from the pool area. Once you’re far enough away, he sets you down and takes your hand again. “Your story was real!” He gasps, “Let’s get out of here!” Jin takes you back to your room to get the rest of your stuff before checking out as fast as humanly possible.

Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama)

You had been a fan of everything and anything paranormal since before you could remember. You had grown up watching all the different ghost hunting programs on TV and always found yourself watching live ghost cams in your free time. Over the years, you’d collected all sorts of gadgets like EMF readers, thermal cameras, and digital voice recorders. Recently, you had even started your own paranormal investigation website where you posted videos of your own ghost hunting adventures. It was the hobby you were most passionate about. When the Halloween season finally came around, you decided to a special vlog including your pro hero girlfriend, Mirko.

“Sorry, I know you’re into all the spooky stuff, but it’s not really my thing,” She flips her long silver hair over her shoulder before pointing a confident thumb to her chest. “I’ve literally made it my job not to be afraid of anything.” You let out a laugh at her predictable response.

“You don’t have to be scared,” you tell her. “I just thought it was something fun we could do to get into the Halloween spirit!” The rabbit hero puts a hand to her chin in thought before shrugging her shoulders.

“All right, I don’t see any harm in it,” she gives in quickly since, if nothing else, it was a chance to spend more time with you. She knew she’d made the right decision by the way your face had lit up with excitement. You both were thrill seekers, which is what had brought you two together in the first place.

What she hadn’t predicted at all, was that you would be dragging her to a graveyard on the night of Halloween. You’d set up some cameras around the area during the day, then went back with Mirko after the sun had set.

“What am I supposed to be looking for?” Mirko had the EMF reader in her hand as she followed you through the rows of headstones. It was a little chilly outside and she looked really cute bundled up in her fluffy coat and gloves.

“Supposedly, ghosts are able to effect magnetic frequencies,” you explain excitedly while scanning the area with your thermal camera. “The device you’re holding will let us know if there are any disturbances in the electromagnetic energy around here.”

“Right,” her intense red eyes glanced around the graveyard as if daring something to come set off the device.

“You know you can’t take down a spirit with brute force, right Rumi?” You ask her in amusement while continuing your walk among the headstones. A slight mist had started to form over the ground and the temperature of the air seemed to drop suddenly. The tiny machine in Mirko’s hand began emitting a high pitched whine that made the hero tense up and go on alert.

“What’s happening?” she asks urgently. She didn’t sound scared, just ready to go toe to toe with anything dangerous that might appear.

“Shhh,” you put a finger to your lips before grabbing your voice recorder. You hit the record button and start asking questions like “Is anyone there?” and “If there’s a spirit present, give us a sign.” The EMF reader goes silent again and you glance over at Mirko. Her eyes are wide and her fluffy rabbit ears are straight up in the air.

“Something just moved past me and touched my hair,” she whispers as a smirk grows on her face. Abruptly, she snatches the recorder out of your hand. “All right ghost!” She challenges, “You wanna play? You don’t know who you’re messing with!”

“Rumi!” You can’t help but laugh even though the things you were suddenly experiencing were really quite extraordinary.

“Point the camera over there,” Mirko suddenly points across the graveyard. “By that tree.”

“Oh!” You gasp when the thermal camera picks up on a patch of cold in the exact spot Mirko had indicated. How had she known? “There’s something over there!” Mirko looked victorious before bouncing off in that direction, going too fast for you to keep up thanks to her large bunny feet.

“This is going to be great for your website!” she calls out behind her but the cold spot on the camera disappeared before reached the tree. You shake your head in amusement, wondering if bringing your girlfriend had been a good idea after all. She was going to scare all the ghosts away.

“It’s gone now,” you call over to her. The disappointment in your voice brought Mirko back to your side in a flash.

“Don’t worry!” She promises while putting an arm around you, “We’re going to track down every single ghost in this graveyard, even if we have to stay out here all night!” For someone who’d said ghosts weren’t her thing, Mirko was sure getting into it.

Shoto Todoroki

Getting a pro hero to take a vacation was borderline impossible. You’d been begging your boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki, to take some time off for years, but he was always reluctant to leave his job for more than a day or two at a time. You understood his need to be on standby in case of a major villain attack or big natural disaster. He hated the thought of not being there to save an innocent life or have the back of one of his fellow heroes. He still made sure to spend time with you every day, and you were content with taking small weekend trips with him when you could.

The routine had become familiar and comfortable, so it came as a huge shock to you when Todoroki showed up after work one day with two plane tickets in his hand. Not only were you going on an extended vacation with your boyfriend for the first time, but he’d also chosen New Orleans as the destination. You’d been dreaming of going there since you were a child. It was a city with a history full of vampires, witches, ghosts, and plenty of other supernatural entities. You were happy that your boyfriend had remembered, and surprised that he’d be willing to go along for the journey.

“I booked us a private tour at a haunted house tonight,” Shoto says causally as you unpack your bags at the first hotel. You look over at him in surprise. He was intently reading a brochure about the best ghost tours in the city.

“Are you sure you want to do that, Shoto?” You ask and he turns to look at you. “It might be really scary.”

“The ghosts don’t really exist,” he comes over and sits next to you on the bed. “But I think it’s an interesting way to learn about the history here.” If he was so sure, you weren’t going to try to change his mind. You were just happy that he was doing all this for you.

Once the tour started, you found yourself thankful that your boyfriend had paid for the private walkthrough. Some of the effect would have been lost if there’d been a huge group of people trying to squeeze through the dimly lit rooms and hallways. The tour guide was fantastic at setting the mood as well, explaining the stories of each haunting with just enough suspenseful flair.

“The previous owners of this house have reported repeatedly seeing a woman in a white dress standing by that window,” he explains. “They say she matches the description of a woman who died here, murdered by her lover who’d gone crazy after coming home from the war.”

At the beginning of the tour, Todoroki had curiously wandered around each room, investigating different items and asking questions. Now that you were deeper into the house though, he seemed less willing to stray too far from your side. You noticed he kept looking over his shoulder.

“Sometimes,” The tour guide continues, “When I’m closing up at night, I hear footsteps following me down this hallway even though I’m the only one here.”

“Really?” You ask, fascinated. “Have you ever seen anything?” You feel Shoto come up right behind you and put a hand on your waist.

“Yes!” The tour guide says dramatically, “I’ve often caught glimpses of a man’s face looking at me through mirrors or around corners.” The grip on your waist gets a little tighter.

“Are you okay, Shoto?” You ask, not understanding why he was being so clingy. It wasn’t like him at all.

“I’m fine,” he says but doesn’t let go of you.

“Oh!” The tour guide’s eyes suddenly go wide and he puts up his hands to ask for quiet. “Do you hear that?” You strain your ears and cover your mouth when the faint sound of a piano could be heard from somewhere nearby. The tour guide beckons you to follow him until you reach the room that was the source of the sound. You peek in the doorway and gasp when you see the keys of a grand piano playing by themselves.

“Look over there,” The tour guide suddenly whispers and you and Todoroki glance over to the corner of the room where a dark figure stood, barely visible in the shadows.

“Wow!” you were amazed but the grip your boyfriend had on you was almost getting uncomfortable now. You look up at him to see poorly concealed terror all over his face. You felt bad that he was reacting so badly so you took his hand into your own. “Most of it is tricks set up to excite the tourists,” you tell him to try and ease his fears.

The guide continues the tour after a moment but the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly come stomping down the hallway and move right past your small group. Todoroki’s eyes follow the sound as it fades out behind him. He actually starts to push you forward after that. “Please walk faster,” he tells you firmly.

You both were relieved when the tour was over. You’d enjoyed all the spooky experiences, but your poor boyfriend had not enjoyed even a moment of it. It was safe to say you wouldn’t be doing any more private haunted tours with him for the rest of the trip.

#mirko x reader #twice x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mirko #rumi usagiyama #bnha twice #jin bubaigawara #shoto todoroki #mha #bnha #writing requests #Cindy's Writing

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thehotspurs · 3 years

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profuse amounts of maxiel rambling below, because there’s this one damn song that just reminds me of them so much and i can’t hold it in any longer

SO THE SONG “DECEMBER” BY NECK DEEP RIGHT-

i added it onto my maxiel playlist on spotify a while back and only just sat down and properly clocked how much the lyrics apply to them??

(OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS ALL IN MY IMAGINATION OKAY NONE OF IT IS REAL (well okay maybe like i little bit might be) TAKE IT WITH A PINCH OF SALT)

“stumbled round the block a thousand times, you missed every call that i had tried so now i’m giving up”

(for context, this song is in max’s POV cerca 2018) the idea that he’s spamming daniel’s phone, trying to get an answer whilst he’s most likely very drunk cuz he’s all depressed from dan leaving is just something that would happen plz

“a heartbreak in mid december you don’t give a fuck, you never remember me”

MID DECEMBER. dan’s last race for red bull was the 25th november, he’d most likely be finished up with everything red bull related in mid december, hence max’s obvious crippling heartache and worries that daniel will basically forget about him once he leaves rb

“while you’re pulling on his jeans, getting lost in the big city”

HIS jeans you cry?? WHOSE??? well, wish i could give you an answer but alas i can’t - that line always escapes my explanation :| could maybe make a tenuous link to “his jeans” meaning some form of renault clothing but hey i’m tryna keep it as real as i can when i’m literally attempting to make lyrics fit to two completely unrelated people! “getting lost in the big city” is just monaco i guess, maybe LA cuz dan loves it so much??

“i was looking out our window, watching all the cars go”

they live (lived?) in the same apartment building!! chances are they share the same view, hence the OUR window

“wondering if i’ll see chicago, or a sunset on the west coast or will i die in the cold, feeling blue and alone”

i just imagine this as max wondering how he’ll spend his winter break: 1. with dan in chicago (or pretty much anywhere in the US) 2. with dan in perth, hence the “west coast” (tenuous, i know) 3. at home in monaco by himself or in holland, without dan (which is devoid of sun and warmth because he’s missing dan)

“i hope you get your ball room floor, your perfect house with rose red doors”

rose red doors. rose red doors. rose red doors. its no secret dan’s dream was/is to drive for ferrari, and what colour do ferrari drive in? rose. red. his perfect house i see as the perfect car (aka one that isn’t as shitty as that 2018 red bull) with the rose red doors as the rose red livery. max hopes dan gets his dream one day, even if that isn’t with him

“i’m the last thing you’d remember, it’s been a long lonely december”

for better or for worse, max is the last thing daniel remembers of redbull. and again, with dan leaving rb officially after the last race in november, max truly is having a long, lonely december without him

“i wish i’d know that less is more, but i was passed out on the floor. that’s the last thing i remember it’s been a long lonely december”

max doing what every good angsty bitch does and drowning his sorrows in alcohol ❤️ perhaps he intended on apologising to dan but drank too much and fucked it up? who knows (not me, i’m just the messenger of whatever my brain brings up at 3am)

“cast me aside to show yourself in a better light, i came out grieving, barely breathing and you came out alright”

it’s no secret rb favoured max and yet forming this exceptional partnership where they respect each other on track and care too much meant no normal team principle would ever think about splitting them up, but dan can’t deal with being the second driver, and so has to cut ties to try and make himself as an individual look better to escape rb. in the end, max loses his best friend, his rock, his anchor, whilst daniel gets what he wanted all along

“but i’m sure you’ll take his hand, i hope he’s better than i ever could’ve been”

bit of a reach (but we love those here), dan shaking cyril’s hand to formalise those contract negotiations and finally getting out of rb. max knows how much he hated it, and he hopes renault can offer daniel what he couldn’t - happiness and success

“my mistakes were not intentions this is a list of my confessions i couldn’t say”

max didn’t intend on causing the crashes in hungary or baku and he’d never dream of wanting rb to favour him over dan. but he just can’t seem to admit it

“pain is never permanent but tonight it’s killing me”

he knows he’ll get over it eventually, but time heals and the wound is ✨fresh✨

“i miss your face, you’re in my head, there’s so many things that i should’ve said”

this is fairly self-explanatory, max just can’t stop thinking about what he could’ve done to stop dan from leaving

“a year of suffering, a lesson learned”

2018 was one big year of suffering. the retirements, the crashes, the contract politics. it was torture.

the rest is pretty much just repeats of the chorus so i won’t bore you with that!! but yeah, my rambling is over. if you made it to this point fair fucking play, i apologise as well because my 3am thoughts are never easy to read.

i’ll link the playlist below if you wanna listen to over 24 hours of songs that remind me of maxiel, no i’m not okay but thanks for asking.

#maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #Spotify

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imissjoongsmullet · 4 years

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Too Far, Seriously

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Part 4 in a very dirty Bang Chan series in which a one night stand leads do a friends with benefits type of relation.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

In this part: you and him have been fucking around for quite a while now and it’s great, until certain feelings start getting in the way.

Warnings: graphic sexual content (duh), swearing, fuck buddies, sex toys, overstimulation, praise, alcohol, romance, angst

Word Count: 4K

Author’s Note: I debated on whether taking this story in this direction or not but I guess in the end, I couldn’t help myself. This one’s a little less dirty (still dirty tho haha) but I hope you still like it. And I’ll be posting the final part in a few days!! Love you all!! ♡

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The air is heavy with the familiar smell of sex. Skin slapping against skin in a rhythmic fashion, intertwining with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your desperate moans. It's ecstasy. He's pulling your hair as he pounds into you from behind and you're once again desperate for him, responding to his every request with an eagerness that makes him want you more with every passing second.

The hand previously holding onto your waist moves between your legs and you cry out. The vibrator he's wearing on his index finger presses into your clit, jolting you into pure madness.

"Chan," you whine out at the touch, "too much, I-"

He only responds by pressing harder, never letting up his merciless thrusting.

The stimulation is overwhelming and you can’t help but cry out to him, begging for release. You start to shake under him, moaning out his name when you feel his tongue licking a wet trail up your neck towards your ear. When he arrives there he groans lowly into your ear.

"It's okay baby,” he says between pants, “you’ve been good for me tonight.” He bites into your ear before whispering, “come for me."

The feeling of his breath in your ears and those words echoing through you empty head make your whole body tremble with sudden intense waves of pleasure. You whine and clench around him, letting your orgasm take over at last. It feels like the whole world is falling apart around you and you love it. You would let it all go to shit as long as you can feel as amazing as you do right now.

Your limbs go weak under him as your sensitivity starts to highten. You let out another string of moans, for Chan is not planning on letting go of you soon.

"Fuck, you're so hot," you hear him pant somewhere above you.

He grabs a tighter hold of your hips, fingers digging deep enough to bruise, and bounces you fiercely onto himself.

"Baby," he mutters darkly and you know by his tone he's about to blow. His breathing hitches and his hands squeeze your hips a dark red. You feel him release, the sensation of him filling you up adding to the afterglow of your own orgasm. He continues to rock you for a few more seconds before slowing and releasing his grip.

"Fuck," you let out after he’s pulled out. You curl into the sheets and turn to him.

A goofy smile spreads across his face.

"Don't look so proud, you ass," you say, burying your face into a pillow.

You feel a light smack against your butt, stinging only from the fact that he’d been spanking you before.

"Did I, or did I not make you see stars just now?" His voice is positively drenched in smugness.

"I hate you," comes your muffled reply from behind the pillow.

"Yeah right," he laughs and his hand is at your shoulders, pushing you playfully.

"Yeah, right!" you reply, raising your head, trying your hardest to scowl but breaking out into laughter instead.

It's nearly 3am. Most of the city is fast asleep but the two of you are still up, doing nothing much but not really making any moves toward sleep yet either. You'd been in and out of sex for hours. Limbs tangling, chasing pleasure together, losing yourselves in one another.

With him, often, it's dirty as anything and he calls you names, pulls your hair, bites you, chokes you, spanks you until you beg for release. But more recently, he fawns over you, growling little pet names into your ear, squeezing you close as he rides into you. He’s still undoubtedly conceited and annoying as hell, but you’ve also noticed other sides of him that have surprised you, making being with him a lot more bearable than you’d initially expected. And the sex is good, moreover, it has stayed good. It’s still as exciting as the first night you ended up in bed together - and you’re in bed together a lot. You're so used to him on you it feels odd when he isn't.

Now as well, you feel an emptiness at the loss of him.

Not that you're planning to mention that.

He's looking at you with that telltale grin, eyes twinkling with mischief and you know he's not about to let you sleep just yet.

"Shouldn't you be heading home right about now?" you say, stifling a yawn.

"I don't wanna go yet," he replies, grinning and he starts to crawl towards you. You eye him suspiciously as he slowly comes to hover above you.

"Do you really wanna be a zombie tomorrow?" you ask, raising your brows at him, "I'm sure the others are getting suspicious too."

He breaks out into a chuckle, "those guys wouldn't know it if we were doing it right in front of their noses."

"Whatever you say," you respond, "but you'll be in big trouble if you're not on time tomorrow, just saying."

"That," he answers, getting all the way on top of you, "is something for future me to worry about."

You wanna roll your eyes but he captures you with a kiss instead. It's slow and deep and the sensuality of it takes you by surprise. His beautifully toned torso slides against you as he goes in a second time and a soft moan topples from your lips. He finds his way from your mouth to your jawline, kissing down your neck with that same languid pace. It's slightly ticklish where he presses his lips, breath playing against your skin but you don't want it to stop. Another involuntary whine escapes you when he suckles the crook of your neck, creating another pretty little bruise for you to have to hide later.

"Not there," you manage to say as your hands come up to his shoulders.

He lets go and looks down at you, lips all pout but eyes full of joy. It's adorable. The thought passes through you for the fraction of a second before you pull yourself together.

"I don't wanna have to wear another turtleneck tomorrow, get off!" You shove him and he rolls onto his back beside you, laughing.

"Maybe you just don't want your other lover to see."

The sarcasm wasn't lost on you.

"I could have another lover, you know," you reply, acting casual.

He shakes his head, smiling. "I don't doubt that." He runs a lazy hand through his hair, mimicking your casualness. "But I don't think you need another lover after everything I do to you."

"You're so fucking full of it," you say, closing your eyes. He was right of course: you definitely weren't in need of another, but he didn't need to know that.

"You're blushing," you hear him say.

"I'm not."

"I like making you blush."

You open your eyes to find him lying on his side, with a face that’s just begging to be punched.

"I hate you." It's all you know to say at this point. You're pretty sure you mean it too.

"Come on," he shoves you softly. "you know you're lying."

His confidence continues to baffle you. You decide not to react and instead, pull the sheets over your face.

"Why so shy, baby," he chuckles and you feel him move. His head pokes in underneath the blanket and he's wearing the stupidest grin. You want to move further away from him but before you can he's crawling on top of you under the sheets. His hands move over yours pinning them on either side of your head.

"Gotcha."

He's smirking down at you and all of a sudden, for no apparent reason whatsoever, you feel yourself go hotter than ever. Something about the twinkle in his eyes irks you and you wish he'd move away but stay at the same time. He does neither. He does worse. He starts to lean in and his face has changed, mischief replaced with something more subdued.

When his lips brush against yours you go weak. It's nothing special, the kiss, but it wipes your mind clean of all reason. A million tiny feathers tickle just underneath your skin and you feel a panic coming up. With a last soft peck to your lips, he pulls away and at last, it seems like he's arrived at the place you are.

He's looking at you, brows slightly furrowed, eyes stark with confusion. And it's quiet; too quiet. You can hear the humming of the air-conditioning, the soft flow of his breathing, the uncomfortable thumping of your heartbeat.

"Maybe we should go to bed after all," he says, rolling off of you.

You're unsure of how to respond but glad he's at least done something to end that awkward moment. Your mind is still blank. You know you should probably say something to lighten the mood and let him know everything is fine but nothing comes out. He’s already reaching for the bedside lamp.

“You ready?” he asks in a tone as if nothing particularly strange has just happened.

“Yeah,” you manage to respond, hoping to sound the same.

The lights go off and, as you feel him move around in the sheets beside you for a minute, you start to wonder what the fuck just happened.

You wake up feeling perfectly comfortable and you sure as hell are not planning on opening your eyes yet; it's too nice. A warmth presses into your front, radiating through to your whole body. Your limbs feel heavy, sluggish and sore; you can’t even bring yourself to scratch the slight itch on the side of your nose. Then you notice the arm that’s slung around your waist lazily, fitting you snuggly into the warmth in front of you. That’s when your mind starts to clear up and-

Something stirs around you. You open your eyes, only to come face to face with Chan. You’re nearly nose to nose, which is, at the moment, a bit too close for comfort. He seems to agree. He’s looking at you half asleep, half startled for a second before he moves away.

“Oh god,” he groans, “what time is it?” He reaches for his phone and curses at the numbers on the screen. “I’m gonna be so late,”

You want to shoot him an ‘I told you so’ but decide against it, as he’s now scurrying around the room picking up pieces of clothing and throwing them on in absolute chaos. He stumbles into his pants, not bothering to button them, worms his way into a black T-shirt and runs to the mirror. He brushes a hand through his tousled bed hair, curses some more, picks up his bag and heads out the door without another word to you.

You’re not bothered, you tell yourself as you get dressed as well; he’s probably already getting in trouble for being late. It is his own fault and he could have said goodbye to you at least but you’re not going to hold that against him… probably.

Everything is fine.

The sun is blindingly bright when you exit the hotel but you don’t have your sunglasses with you. You peer at the ground, feeling more agitated than necessary as you make your way home. Your thoughts flit to Chan. He might be getting yelled at by his manager right now, you think wickedly. Serves him right.

Pain shoots through your side as you hit the street sign of your local coffee shop and, for some reason, that’s also Chan’s fault. You’re all sore from the night before and this isn’t helping, you think in disconcert, hugging your arms close to yourself. You still feel him all over your body, from the bite marks at your shoulders to the muscle pain in your thighs - not to mention the state of your pussy - and for some reason it bothers you. Perhaps it’s the way he left in the morning. His eyes had held a coolness behind them you weren’t used to. Those eyes linger for a while as you walk the empty, early morning streets. They bring you back to the night before and, without warning, an uncomfortable sensation rolls over your shoulders, down into the rest of your body. It makes your head buzz with questions you’d rather not ask yourself right now, so you quicken your pace and try to shake it off. Not that it works. All it does is feed into the frustrations you were already growing, so, by the time you arrive at your tiny one bedroom apartment, you’re positively brooding.

For once, you wish you had work to go to. Where the thought of staying home all day with nothing much to do usually elates you, today, it’s nothing but a reason for you to continue to over-think things. You do not want to think about things right now, especially Chan-related things because the uncomfortable feeling that arose on your walk home has now started pressing its way into every little nook and cranny of your brain.

You try to numb yourself with TV and snacks, putting a stopper on your brain so the feelings stay put, and, after a few attempts, find something on Netflix that manages to hold your attention for more than five minutes. Somewhere deep down, you know you should probably be thinking some things through; your brain keeps trying to shout at you to, but you refuse to listen. You turn up the volume of the drama you’re watching, drowning out the desperate pleas of reason. It’s blissful escapism and you’re planning to keep it up all day. It almost works too, until you receive a text.

It’s not even anything special. He’s just sent you a funny video of a goat dancing to one of his songs. Entirely unnecessary, you think, but fine. You’re just about to turn your attention back to the TV when he adds a message.

[Same time next week? ;)]

And with that, the stopper on your brain pops off and the uncomfortable Chan-related feelings run rampant, taking over your entire being. There’s so much going on you can barely make sense of it at first. You let out a frustrated groan, kicking your head back against your couch.

Your phone buzzes again and even the sound of it fuels your anger. You press a pillow over the screen and get up, not knowing what to do with all of this strange energy. The phone buzzes once more, muffled but still audible under the pillow.

It’s a complete impulse; you grab the phone and start jabbing at the screen. There, you whisper hotly to yourself. His notifications are now muted. Not forever, of course. You just need some time to calm down; today is just a bad day. You’ll deal with him once all of this has subsided.

Only it takes a lot more time than you’d initially thought to get him off your mind. The next couple of days pass irritatingly slow. You try to distract yourself with work and friends but at the end of the day you’re still peeking at the messages he sends you, agonizing over whether to reply or not. The thing is, you feel like you owe him an explanation for not responding at this point. His messages have changed from flirty jokes, to concern, to what you can only interpret as annoyance. But you have no idea what to even say to him. You don’t exactly know how you feel. It seems silly but you just can’t face him, so, when push comes to shove, you do not text him back. You will, you keep telling yourself, once you’ve got yourself figured out.

By the weekend, you’re going mad thinking about him and you’d kill for any proper distraction. That’s when your friend invites you to a party at one of her friends’ apartments.

There it was: the perfect opportunity to forget the mess you’re in.

On the day of the party, you find yourself oddly nervous. This wasn't like you. Luckily, your friend had the wonderful idea of meeting up at her place before the party for some getting ready and, more importantly, pre-drinking.

You haven't told any of your friends about Chan and you're not about to change strategies now. But when you're sprawled out on this particular friend’s bed while she drags a brush through her hair, she turns to you with a frown.

"What is up with you lately?"

"Nothing," you lie, staring at the ceiling and praying the alcohol will start to do its job soon.

"Yeah sure, whatever," she laughs, "you look fine."

You sit up to face her. "It's really nothing big. It's stupid."

"So it's a boy."

"I'm not talking about this with you," you say, shaking your head and falling back onto the bed. You reach for the bottle on the night stand.

"Always so mysterious, you are," she says, putting down the hair brush and coming over. She takes the bottle out of your hand and takes a sip. "But listen, if you're suffering because of this boy, I have one piece of advice," she hands you the drink back with a wide grin, "tonight, you're gonna forget all about him."

By the time the two of you arrive at the party, you're just the perfect amount of buzzed; just lightly, so your emotions are mostly numbed but you still know what you're doing.

The apartment is huge for a place in Seoul and there are already enough people for you and your friend to enter completely unnoticed. It's a modern, open-plan space and there’s a buzzing in the air that excites you. The main lights have been turned off, leaving only a couple of warm mood-lights. Some hip hop song plays softly from speakers at the far end of the room, the beats mixing with the murmurings of the crowd and you feel right at home.

"Do you wanna go find us a drink?" your friend says, leaning into you.

You shake you head, starting to smile.

"I wanna dance."

You drag your friend towards the speakers, where a group of people is already moving to the music.

This is great, you think. You should have done this days ago instead of spending your time staring at your phone. The music goes through you like a delicious breeze, willing your body to curve its way through the motions. You close your eyes and smile, swaying your hips, bopping your head and, oh yes, your head is completely vacant by the way. It feels a-ma-zing. It’s light and fun and easy, exactly the way you like things. All is well with the world, at last, until you open your eyes again and see something that makes your heart give a sudden painful pull.

You have to do a double take because you simply cannot believe your eyes.

Why is he here?

Chan is standing a bit further away, in front of a large window overlooking the city, with another girl. He’s looking down at her with his signature grin and she’s noticeably falling for it. It’s actually him. You can’t fathom the fact that he’s here, let alone with someone else. To make things worse, he reaches out and his fingers come to the girl’s side, lightly playing with the fabric of her dress, not unlike the way he did with you that first night.

You feel your insides start to boil. Your first instinct is to charge over there and give him a piece of your mind, but then you realize how dumb that would be. He’s in his complete right to do whatever he wants with whomever he wants… just as you are. And maybe that was the answer you’ve been looking for. He doesn’t look troubled at all. Maybe you should be going about things the same way he is.

You scan the room until your eyes land on a tall guy with dark hair, looking at you over a glass of wine. You walk over, mentally throwing out all worries, and introduce yourself.

“I saw you dancing before,” he says, leaning down towards you. He smells faintly of wood and tangerine.

You smile up into him. “Did you now?”

You’re amazed how naturally you fall back into flirty behavior. You run your hand up his arm before taking his hand and leading him back towards the speakers.

Dancing feels a whole lot different now, with this guy’s hands on your hips and his eyes all over you. You can’t say you dislike it. He turns you around, pressing himself softly into your back. That’s when you start heating up. You don’t know why but it feels a bit strange, being this intimate with someone else. He knows how to move; his front smooth against your back and there's just the right amount of contact for you to get excited. One hand holds your hip and gently guides you through the song. You feel his breath on you from time to time, tickling your ear, sending chills down your spine.

The night ticks on by as you dance. You've soon forgotten all about your problems as you sway and sway and fall deeper into the form behind you.

Something soft grazes your ear.

"Shall we go get a drink?"

You turn around, looking your mystery man in the eyes and nod.

He grabs the both of you some drinks and leads you to a more secluded part of the room, where the music won't bother you as much. You lean against the wall and allow him to envelop you.

"So," he begins, "where did you learn to dance like that?"

"I'm a bit of a pro actually," you reply, unable to hide a smile.

"You sure are," he grins down at you, sublty moving a little closer.

You're glowing. God, you love flirting! You don't even really care to know about this guy in great detail. You're just having fun talking about nothing, knowing very well where things might lead at the end of the night. And he's good at it too, bouncing off of your energy with boldness and wit. You notice him drawing nearer and nearer as time goes on. A hand comes to your side, his face drops a little lower, but he doesn't kiss you; not yet. He draws it out like he knows you want to, so an hour and a half later, when he does kiss you, you’re aching for it.

His lips are soft and taste of alcohol. You take him in gladly, sliding a hand around his neck and pulling him close. His hands roam your back slowly, but with a force that lets you know he’s not going to let you go any time soon. His tongue trails over your lip swiftly and you open up for him, deepening the kiss. Adrenaline rushes through you, enhanced by the alcohol already in your system, and you feel yourself growing needy for more. You moan into his mouth when his hand arrives at your ass, squeezing possessively.

"What the fuck!"

The voice is startlingly loud compared to the hushed conversation you'd been in for the past few hours. Before you can even see where it came from you’re pulled from your new lover’s arms. Realization hits you like a dreadful bomb when you see the dark haired man you’d been kissing crash into the wall, after being pushed by a shorter, blond haired guy.

Fuck.

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#next and last part coming very soon #bang chan #stray kids #bang chan smut #too much #smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #bang chan x reader #angst

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green-orangeade · 2 years

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Selling Your Seoul For Success

Taster of my Yoongi fanfic I’m planning - this is just a draft so isn’t the final piece but this is the kinda vibe I’m aiming for!

Basic synopsis: pre-debut Yoongi, gender neutral reader, trying and failing to make it big in the city, lifelong friends

[T/W mention for this section: excessive alcohol consumption, mention of a headache and soreness but no other illness references, sleeping out on the street]

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You inhale the cool city air as you stare up at the buildings. You were drunk, stumbling along some deserted street at 3am with your best friend. He was drunk off his ass, swinging the bottle you were sharing back and forth as he walked.

It had been quiet for a while now, your loud, joking mood having fizzled out with exhaustion and a gradual sobering. Both of you seemed to want to go to bed, but not quite go home either. You had been wondering for about 20 minutes in the opposite direction to your home. Neither you nor he seemed to really care.

It was a quieter street, just some convenience stores and small restaurants, little places that were mostly done for the night. The whole world spun around you, feeling like swirly treacle. You were starting to have enough of walking through the gloop.

“Hey, Yoongles, my feet are tired. I wanna sit,” you say, veering off and abruptly plonking yourself down on the steps outside some laundrette you don’t recognise.

“Don’t call me that,” he whines, sitting down next to you and hitting your arm.

“Unfortunately for you, I did.” You wiggle across and put your head on his shoulder, feeling the world swirl around you and wanting to laugh at how stupid the world looked from this angle.

“Isn’t it weird how the world changes when you move your head?” You muse, words coming out faster than your brain is thinking them. Your brain feels like silly putty.

Yoongi grunts in reply, shuffling so he’s leaning against the railings. He was warm and stank of booze, but you could just smell his fading cheap aftershave in the crook of his neck. You could smell his discount shampoo, and it smelt good. His leather jacket was worn, but padded and comfy to rest on. You could feel his chest rise and fall with his breaths.

“Just gonna rest my eyes for a sec,” he mumbled, shuffling around to get comfy. “We’ll head home then.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you agree. You close your eyes and focus on his breathing, letting the distant sounds of the inner city fade out. You were warmed by the copious amount you’d drank that night, bitter and angry from a month of what felt like a waste of time. You felt it from Yoongi too, a low rumbling frustration at the big Seoul dream collapsing in on itself. You felt the fuzziness in your head turn softer, sleepier. The world grew dark, and then it was gone.

“Fuck.”

You wake up with a start, Yoongi having moved suddenly.

You peel your eyes open, body aching and head pounding. The sky was lighter than you remember it being.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N,” he says with a croaky throat, picking you up from the staircase and forcing you upright.

“Yoongi, what? What’s the matter?” You massage your temples to try and dispel the headache.

“It’s 5am, Y/N, that’s what. My shift starts in an hour.”

“You mean we fell asleep for like 2 hours? Here?”

“Yes,” he fires out, starting to walk down the road. You jog to catch up with him, opting to ignore your body begging you to stay still.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I was the one who suggested going out,” you begin, groggy but guilty.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. You just know I can’t afford to lose another job. I don’t blame you, we should’ve just gone home. I just… I just want to get home to change, alright? I can’t be late either. I’ll call my boss and tell him I spent all night in the hospital or something, he seems nice enough to believe me and not ask much. I don’t know, I just need to get home.”

“Hey, I know. We’ll get home, alright? I think I’ve got money for a bus.”

“You’re golden,” he sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry for snapping, I..”

“Shut it, we both snap when we’re hungover. Let’s just go home.”

You dig into your jacket pocket and thank every god going that you have spare change for the bus.

“I just wanna go home and change, and go to work on time,” he says, almost as if he’s trying to reassure himself. “If we can catch a bus back to our neighbourhood, I think I’ll make it.”

“Yeah I mean, thank god you only work down the road. Glad you’re not working in that hotel anymore, I bet,” you chuckle, mouth dry and disgusting.

“Yeah,” he smiles weakly, slowing down at the bus stop.

“Remind me never to drink whisky straight again?”

“Agreed. You know it’s gross anyway.”

“Agreed,” you let a smile out and bump his arm playfully.

“Twat.”

“Asshole.”

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Okay so that’s that :)

I hope it was okay!

I would love any and all feedback you have for me, even if it’s just a like to tell me you enjoyed it and wanna see more! Please tell me if there’s anything I can do better too.

-Laurie

#bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #bts x reader #bts suga #bts min suga #bts jung hoseok #btstaehyung #bts jin #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts namjoon

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keeyo7 · 3 years

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Hey everyone! I hope you’re all doing well! So I was tagged by a bunch of wonderful people to shuffle my music and post the ten songs I get, but I’ve been fixing my music and I’m not done but decided it was time haha. I’m sorry I took so long! Thank you so much @mi-corazon @eckspress @ilyzuh @islandry @cultivate--saplings @maybememoriesx @bouncing-flowers @a-pyre-of-doom @cdeadgrl-sampson @moonbeatss @m3zzamorphic @kittyterror @infinitepii and @cittaly! I definitely went overboard to make it up to you all and shuffled my library to get the first 200 songs that showed up haha

Son- Warpaint

Your Heart is a Muscle- Carly Rae Jepsen

Bad Religion- Frank Ocean

Family and Friends- Russ

Breathe Me- Sia

Opps- Vince Staples

Planet Luxury- Jeff Rosenstock

Benadryl Dreams- Soccer Mommy

Between the Bars- The Civil Wars

Death by Numbers- Childish Gambino

Cooler Than Me- Mike Posner

Smoke Break- Chance the Rapper

26- Paramore

Miles and Miles- Bas

Dreams Money Can Buy- Drake

Cyan- Ellie Goulding

Who Am I(What’s My Name)?- Snopp Dogg

Angry White Boy Polka- Weird Al

Drops of Jupiter- Boyce Avenue

Castle on a Cloud-Les Mis Soundtrack

My Immortal (Live)- Evanescence

Fuck the Fans- Bomb the Music Industry

Jungle King- Cab Calloway

Delicious- Charli XCX

Waiting Room- Logic

Privilege- The Weeknd

Come Round Soon- Sara Bareilles

Ya Know- Odd Future

ATM- J Cole

Luck Be a Lady- Frank Sinatra

Designer- Bas

First Love/ Late Spring- Mitski

Ghosts- Florence + The Machine

On My Way- Foxes

YOLO- The Lonely Island

I’m Tall Enough- Bobs Burgers Soundtrack

Hell- Foo Fighters

Bottoms Up- Trey Songz

Flaw- Soccer Mommy

0.00- Childish Gambino

Back to You- Russ

Pussy Fairy- Jhene Aiko

Gold Dust Woman- Fleetwood Mac

No Friend- Paramore

Can’t Get Enough- J Cole

Some People- Dan Mangan

ILY2- Charlie XCX

Razor- Foo Fighters

The Loophole- Garfunkel and Oates

Here It Comes- Colleen Green

I Gotta Go Places and Do Things- Cab Calloway

Mr. Hollywood- Joji

Heart Eyes- The Pat Pats/ Peach Kelli Pop

Fisherman- Adventure Time Soundtrack

Angel- The Weeknd

Too Much- Drake

Ignorance- Paramore

I Need a Doctor- Dr. Dre

All Falls Down- Kanye West

Little Weapon- Lupe Fiasco

Shameless- The Weeknd

Say You’re Sorry- Sara Bareilles

Da Ding Ding- Bobs Burgers Soundtrack

Superstar Lasy- T-Pain

Immune- gobbinjr

Be Alone- Paramore

Earned It- The Weeknd

On a Plain- Nirvana

Plush (Acoustic)- Stone Tenple Pilots

Mary Ann- Meg & Dia

Emily in Half- Laura Stevenson

Score Tonight- Grease 2 Soundtrack

Don’t Panic- Ellie Goulding

Angels Like You- Miley Cyrus

GP4- Logic

Overstimulated- Jhene Aiko

Caretaker- Laura Stevenson

Like That- Doja Cat

Between the Lines- Sara Bareilles

Psilocisyn (Love in Full Effect)- Jhene Aiko

Let Her Go- Boyce Avenue

Pull the Plug- I Prevail

The Last Great Star in Hollywood- Meg & Dia

Self Esteem- Garfunkel and Oates

Till Dawn (Here Comes the Sun)- The Weeknd

What I’ve Done- Linkin Park

Bizzy- Chris Farren

Fire- Sara Bareilles

Die Hard/ Working Girl the Musical- Bobs Burgers Soundtrack

From Where New Songs Arose- Warpaint

Dadbod- Logic

Honey- Peach Kelli Pop

To Live a Life- First Aid Kit

Freddy My Love- Grease Soundtrack

Animal- Olivia Olson

Blue- First Aid Kid

Can’t Decide- Amine

Why We Ever- Hayley Williams

Lionheart- Demi Lovato

No More ?s- Eazy-E

Nowhere- Olivia Olson

Wills of the River- First Aid Kit

Wrong Feels So Right- Carly Rae Jepsen

Ocean Avenue- Yellowcard

Another is Waiting- The Avery Brothers

Breed- Nirvana

Suite-Pee- System of a Down

Eazy Duz It- Eazy-E

Monster- Meg & Dia

Hell of a Ride- Bo Burnham

Old Times Sake- Charlie Worsham

The Bakery- Melanie Martinez

Bad Kids- Lady Gaga

Blue- Beyoncé

Sweetest Girl- Boyce Avenue

Can’t Stop the Feeling- Boyce Avenue

Vasoline- Stone Temple Pilots

Right Now(Na Na Na)- Akon

Set Fire to the Rain- Adele

Scream It Out- Ellie Goulding

Self Love- Dreamville

Tell Your Friends- The Weeknd

Hello Kitty Knife- Peach Kelli Pop

I Wish It Were Christmas Today- Chris Farren

Colors- Halsey

I Don’t Wanna Die- Jeff Rosenstock

Jealous- Beyoncé

Bay to LA- Lil Debbie

Drummy Song- Florence + The Machine

I Don’t Love You Anymore- Bomb the Music Industry

Wedding Crashers- Amine

Back to Boston- Connor Zwetsch

Panchito Blues 1- Peach Kelli Pop

Nuclear Seasons- Charli XCX

Helpless- Hamilton Soundtrack

Flewed Out- City Girls

Bleed It Out- Linkin Park

Face to Face- Daft Punk

Bad Girls- Bobs Burgers Soundtrack

New Years Eve- First Aid Kit

The Night Santa Went Crazy- Weird Al

Love Galore- SZA

Starlight- Mario

No Memory- Stone Temple Pilots

Sports Go Sports- Garfunkel and Oates

Buzzin- Amine

Midnight- Red Hot Chili Peppers

Up Up Away- Dreamville

Lay Back, Arms Out- Laura Stevenson

Believe Me- Ellie Goulding

Still Dreamin- Dreamville

We in This Bitch- Iggy Azalea

Shine- Doja Cat

On the Mend- Foo Fighters

Rich Man- Vampire Weekend

Ricochet- Bas

Right Words Wrong Time- Carly Rae Jepsen

Let Me Love You- Ariana Grande

Which Witch- Florence + The Machine

Till the End- Logic

Name- Boyce Avenue

Loosie- Earl Sweatshirt

Highway Unicorn- Lady Gaga

Act Up- City Girls

What Would You Do?- Cabaret Soundtrack

Automatically in Love- Carly Rae Jepsen

3am- Halsey

Dreams- Dia Lipa

Halloween Mask- Peach Kelli Pop

Primadonna- Marina

74- Earl Sweatshirt

New Balance- Jhene Aiko

It Ain’t Me- Boyce Avenue

Soldier Side Intro- System of a Down

you should see me in a crown- Billie Eillish

Another Round- Foo Fighters

Creep- Stone Temple Pilots

Weeds- Marina

Song For the Late Night People- Kate Micucci

Give a Little Bit- Boyce Avenue

Honking Antelope- Serj Tankian

Face Down- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Anyone Else But You- The Moldy Peaches

You Got It- Pitch Perfecf Soundtrack

My Hero- Foo Fighters

Hard to Concentrate- Red Hot Chili Peppers

Hello, Goodbye- The Beatles

Notebook- Melanie Martinez

Miracle- Paramore

Pimp Juice- Nelly

Planning My Death- Bomb the Music Industry

Goin Crazy- Natalie

Burn- Usher

How Deep is Your Love- Bee Gees

Breaking the Girl- Red Hot Chili Peppers

Secretly- Jennifer Lopez

Cheer Up Boys Your Makeup is Running- Foo Fighters

Between the Lines- Colleen Green

Anklebiters- Paramore

Hold Me- Haim

For the people I tag you only have to do 10 if you choose to do this tag haha. I tag @mysticbride @mindxfreak @bunnpufffs @hylia-rose @kkiska @voodoo-mama-joojoo @amessofwild-flowers @976-evil @tequilaxxxo @spewkyghoul @katyheb @eldolormasbonito @mulatto-baby @sleepingongodstits @infinitewake @heyitsish @lovelexi @ovsilenceandblack @princess-aries @cynisterrrr @mvri-vnvv @meximiri @do-we-really-exist @underdog-x-risingup @dead-and-hungry @sludgeem @olvidame @kn1fe-gf @millievanilly @poptarttree @thewanderingscribe @crystal-scenery @w4sted @rikoxxlv @ishaaaa @harsh-times and anyone else who wants to do this. No pressure as always :)

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