#my green light music vid?

[meiloorunsmoothie]

can tomorrow come now please?

#my green light music vid? #say less #i need that cast album as well #jeremy jordan #eva noblezada #greatgatsby #bwaygatsby #Instagram

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi! I see that since you mentioned match ups are open people have eagerly hopped in. I honestly don't blame them since you're so good at it. It's really fun reading everyone's match ups so I wanted to give it a go too! I wanted to avoid mentioning or comparing characters to avoid influencing the results but like simplifying a person's personality is hard so I'm just gonna roll with it, lol.

In terms of personality, I'm an introvert but that doesn't mean I'm shy. I can be (I have, like, 3 different anxiety diagnosis) but usually I'm generally low energy and relaxed. Very deadpan. So much so much so that people tend to laugh even when I'm being serious. I'm a Taurus and I find the description very much fitting. I take pride in being pragmatic, grounded, down to earth. I like taking care of people in a more realistic way (and just in general). In spite of seeming calm or blunt I'm actually really sensitive and emotional (although I'll never show others my vulnerability). I always try to consider the other person's feelings which is why I'm often called kind and considerate. A good listener. I'm quiet so that comes with the territory lol. I generally don't like to talk about myself and will only say something if asked/spoken to first. In simple terms I'd say I'm a weird mix of Jumin(practical, decisive, analytical) and V(emotional, sentimental, self sacrificing). I always end up getting the most hearts from them when I respond honestly especially Jumin haha. One last thing for me is that along with my millions of anxiety disorders(including paranoia so I heavily relate to Rika and Saeyoung) I also have ADHD(I guess *also* like Saeyoung lolol). As I'm sure you can tell by now I don't have the one that makes me bounce off the wall. I believe the one I have is called inattentive and it makes me a total space cadet. But I was very imaginative and creative so I think it was good trade off? I'm pretty sure my mom thought child me was a plant because I was so quiet and still. Never cried that much and was an "easy" child except when she had to coax me to do things. Then I was stubborn lolol. Definitely a Taurus haha.

For work and study, ever since I could hold a crayon I've been drawing and art has always been my focus. In public school I'd pick the all the art classes and I'd even take outside classes during summers off and when I grew out of that I'd do self study with books and online tutorials. I do illustration and graphic design and my major in college was visual communication design (which is a wordier way to say graphic design). I got my associates but sadly had to drop while doing my bachelor's (would love to get a master's and study art forever but it's just a dream for now). Currently, I work as a bakery clerk part time until I can get a better job but I like it. I like seeing people's faces light up saying "SO PRETTYYY~" when they see our cakes. I do a little bit of everything so bread bagging, baking, set up, orders, cake decorating. It's very well rounded job where I'm breaking a sweat and feel like I'm earning my dollar while also having creative input. I like giving the customers advice for their get togethers and parties. It's nice. I'd like to one day have my own brand and put myself out there as an artist but for now this is fine enough.

When it comes to hobbies I feel like it's on the nose cause I like to be creative and have my hands moving. The obvious is drawing (both digitally and traditionally. Love using soft chalk pastels) and baking but I also like more crafty hobbies like crocheting and scrapbooking. I'm a big stationary nerd and I love collecting paper, notebooks, stickers/washi taped, pens/pencils, ect. Been into watching bookbinding vids. I also have the more typical hobby of listening to music, reading (big book nerd put me in a book store I'll leave with a tall stack), big gamer nerd.

Some other miscellaneous info about me is my favorite color is green 💚. I generally like deep earthy, natural colors but I also like gentle pastels like pink and lavender. I'm a big dog person and I dislike cats. I'm actually afraid of them and they cause me a lot of anxiety. I would never cause trouble for them and I hope they are homed to people that genuinely adore them. I just don't jive with them. I can and have taken care of them in a pinch. I wouldn't let my personal stuff cause them harm. I definitely understand and relate to dogs more. I want to grow old with a bunch of pups to take care of lol. I don't want kids so cute puppers will do. I have hazel eyes and rusty red hair. When I was younger my hair was much brighter yellow orange compared to Saeyoung but as I got older it turned into a deeper, darker rust red. I also have freckles all over. My favorite shape is stars! I love astrology and magic and whimsy (again such a contrast from how I present lolol ⭐)

Im more prone to forgiving and moving on and I found Saeran's AE really relatable. It brought up a lot of topics that were really important to me that I feel a lot of people overlook in stories about healing from abusive parents. I really can't hold onto my anger for very long and generally prefer to look at people for what they are and either work with them or move on. I don't like letting others take my time and energy which is why I'm "nice", or at least normal, to even people i don't like. I feel like being petty and angry all the time is draining. It's just my style of healing. On the contrary I find anger and yelling very triggering for me even from friends who I know won't hurt me or are speaking on my behalf. The antagonististic energy is just very uncomfortable. I prefer a gentle touch I can trust. Everyone is capable of getting angry, it's healthy and normal, but I prefer someone who's first instinct isn't to jump to anger but understanding. Makes me feel safe.

That's about everything I can think of. I don't normally think about myself so it's hard to write haha. Hopefully that all made sense. Thanks for taking the time if you see this. 😊

I match you with...

Jihyun!

Hear me out, I know this might sound odd, but you seem to fall into the same realm as his heart.

Don't take this to mean that you're self-destructive, it's actually that you're passionate and that this passion is what inspires you to be who you are. Even though it may not be a lucrative career to survive as an artist, you find a way to make it work, and in doing so, you don't sacrifice what helps you feel like you have artistic liberty. Not a lot of people have that opportunity, and it would be interesting to be close to Jihyun, wouldn’t it? He didn't give up on his dream of painting, he simply found something else to fill the void in his chest because his father made him believe he would never be able to make it. 

Seeing you be your most authentic self is a challenge to everything he's ever told himself. You're the kind of person who challenges him, because while you are similar, you are inherently different, as well. It's not a bad thing, it's something he welcomes, and he can't help but want more. 

He's not the kind of person who's going to jump to anger when something goes wrong. You don't have to be afraid of being in a conversation with him, especially not with the two of you are upset, because he has a level enough head to know that you need to take some time to breathe, and do whatever you need to do before you come back to the conversation. Nothing ever feels like it's going to explode when you're with him. It feels like you can overcome any challenge that comes your way. 

#mod kait #ask #matchup #saltheartgal

[midnightsilver]

Charlie and Rowena - Artist Process vid (Music: Green Eyes, Red Hair by Gaelic Storm)

This was a pretty rough and ready paint. It took me about 3 hours overall. I quickly did the concept and flat colour, but when I started my detailed paint I realised that I was spending too much time trying to get Charlie’s face perfect and what I was aiming for with this piece was a mood, not photorealism - plus I didn’t have loads of spare time today for my usual faffing about 🤷🏻‍♂️😁. So you can see that I drop to more impressionistic strokes after I’ve painted Charlie’s face. I knew I would be bigging-up the sunset at the end and I really wanted to combine the light of the sunset and the happy energy of the smiles to capture the mood, so I just pushed on to that point. I think the piece really comes together nicely at the end when I paint in the light glow. 😄

You can find the art post on its own here

#supernatural #MidnightSilver #spn fanart #artists process #process video #Charlie/Rowena #digital painting #procreate

[stellamancer]

stells!!! ☕️ and 🎵 for the f/o thing!!!

MERMSSSSS!!!! thank you for askingggg!!! ALSO DON'T PERCEIVE ME SENDING IT EARLY ON ACCIDENT OOPSSSS

okay okay. i'm. actually gonna go with deku for this one LMAO. read more because i am bad at shutting up.

How do you comfort each other on a bad day?

...I feel like Deku would definitely the kind to like... know someone well enough to know all the ways to like, make someone feel better, I mean it probably comes a little with the territory. But for me specifically, he'll feed me food i like LMAO. I'm the kind of person who turns to food for comfort... the kind to eat my feelings??? Yeah. He'd give me my favorite food, run to the konbini and buy me a piece of cake. As for me, uh, I think I'd put on some All Might vids. Documentaries. Meme videos. I'm not sure if it would work, because he's really the type to like... really dig himself deep when it's really bad, you know? Holding him is an option too I think and tell him it's okay. Actually, I feel like i'm personally bad at like... comforting people. I see someone upset and I never really know what to do, so hugging and snuggling yeah.

What are some song lyrics that make you think of your f/o/your relationship with your f/o?

Rubbing my hands together for this one.... I actually turned on my music and forgot that it was switched to my TV output so it started blasting in my room LMAO. Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile - Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift OKAY I'M FAIRLY SURE THIS IS ON THE S(JLT) PLAYLIST BUT IT IS LIKE THE DEKU SELF INSERT SHIP SONG LIKE. LIKE??? and like, those eyes of his. i'm really a sucker for a man with eyes. especially eyes that GLOW LMAOOO. I will love you unconditionally Come just as you are to me Don't need apologies Know that you are worthy - Unconditionally by Katy Perry

To be honest, I don't have a playlist for Deku like i do for the blue eyed monster, so I had to like... search for other songs other than Sparks Fly and this. Iunno i like this one LMAO.

#ask games #merms tag #huh i guess i will think up a ship name #exit nine or maybe deniku LMAO

[clover0101]

4, 11 and 15 for the ocgram ask game? :3

HELLO THANK U NIKO!!!

I already answered 4 so I'm going with the other two

11. What reoccuring themes present themselves throughout their music videos?

OKAY ACTUALLY I DID A LOT THOUGHT ABOUT THIS!

Key visual aspects would be the things inside Hikaru's room and their garden and flowers. Hikaru's room, at the start of the video, would be covered of things they like. Just as this one art I did:

you could also use parasite as a reference, bc the first time I saw the vid it shocked me alot bc both the visuals and lyrics fit hikaru so well. how it transitions from light colors to dark ones.

At first, Hikaru's room looks like it always does; full of the things they likes, full of color, stuffed animals, posters, decorations and a lot of other things. There are also a couple of things that stand out, these being green, representing Kazuto; This would represent how, despite the fact that Hikaru keeps their inner world almost intact at the beginning, little by little they integrates what Kazuto is with what they are. As the video advances, Hikaru's things start dissappearing and they're replaced by Kazuto's things, their whole room being fully covered on green and non-personal items at the end.

Scenes from Hikaru's daily life. At this point in the video, most of the things on their room are green or gray. The old decorations in their room are thrown on the floor and they looks physically more tired. Hikaru trips and falls among their belongings, "drowning" on them.

The next important symbolism would be flowers, that also mirror Parasite's mv.

Hikaru gives Kazuto their first gift: common dahlias. Dahlias usually represent a strong bond between two people, but they can also represent instability. Kazuto smiles at them.

Hikaru is taking care of the dahlias in their garden, however with each scene they are slowly losing their color. They don't wilt, but they look much less alive than before. However they continue to water and care for them. From this point and increasing in the following scenes, Hikaru has visible injuries.

At the end of the video Hikaru cuts the dahlias they've been planting. This time, they are black dahlias. Black dahlias represent negative feelings such as sadness or feeling betrayed. Upon reaching their room, everything is grey, except for Kazuto's things. Among all their things Kazuto rests face up on the floor. Hikaru puts the flowers on his chest, hugs him and it cuts.

Something that's also important throught both videos would be Kazuto's appeareance. In their 1st song, Kazuto would look younger, which is this one design:

Following t1 Hikaru inno route, this would change in the second video, where the actual Kazuto would be showcased. Hikaru and Kazuto met when Hikaru protected him from bullying, therefore Hikaru's perception of him would stay as someone who can't take care of himself and needs Hikaru. As this starts to change and Kazuto starts to move on from Hikaru, they start distressing and just stays fixated on the past of their relationship, when Kazuto needed them and everything seemed nice.

Seeing past Kazuto instead of the actual one would represent how they're still stuck in the past and in this idealized, more weak version of who Kazuto is

I still haven't structured their 2nd mv, but I know that the first one will focus on their happy moments while the second one will focus on how they met, how Kazuto changed and ultimately how Hikaru killed him.

15. What would their birthday art look like? What type of cake would they have? Is there any hints of their murder in them?

okay this one was hard but I thought about red velvet, it has their same color scheme and also is my favorite cake yum

idk what kind of hints it could posses about their murder, I probably will draw this later but it could maintain the flower's theme, probably the same dahlias, and things representing Kazuto

#ocgram #ask #ocgram ask #hikaru matsuo #damn this one was so long #THANKS FOR ASKINGNGGG #honestly ive put a lot of thought on kazuto as a character i wanna do like a victimgram thing but exhanging hikaru's and kazuto's places #he would totally be seen as a bastard

[kuwdora]

Posting meme- What's the in-progress vid you've been working on the longest? (from beatrice eagle)

What's the in-progress vid you've been working on the longest? (from beatrice eagle)

Oh I have a ton of non-active WIPs that are technically 2-5 years old that I do plan on getting back to Someday.

But currently these are the longest (active) WIPs I have:

A Green Knight vid started in 2021 that I keep meaning to finish. I rewatch my draft occasionally in longing. I've been having some minor technical problems working on this that I haven't had the attention to troubleshoot. My laptop is very old, too, so it doesn't help when I'm working with 1080p files, alas. I haven’t really added to this Green Knight vid in over a year or a year and a half. If I can sit down long enough to figure out why my playback is lagging, maybe I can finish it for VidUKon this year…It would be so good. The music is Panic At the Disco. Stompy-stompy beats of delicousness.

I also have a Moonhaven vid I started this past November. If I sat down during a weekend and rewatched the opening episode that will probably light the fire under my ass. Maybe finish the vid for VidUKon?? Hmm…

The other longest/current in-progress vid I have is from October which is a Witcher 2 fanart (hi @sassaffrassa) vid. This vid is super exciting for me because not only do I have amazing art that I can play with and construct a narrative from some comics, I actually have the artist in my DMs who will draw me new scenes or shots FOR THE VID. CUSTOM MADE SOURCE FOR MY VID. It’s incredibly intoxicating to have this in my vidding arsenal!!!! It is a lot of fun and extremely explicit so I won’t be able to put it on YouTube and it's probably too explicit for tumblr even with a mature label so I'll have to go download only option for it. Which... I don't even know if people outside the vidding communities even download vids anymore to watch? But if I say I have Iorveth/Roche porn in a vid will you come and download it?? Guess I'll see, heeeeee.

I really should get back to this W2 vid but I’m also building a lot of it in After Effects first and plopping things down in my timeline. Bit time consuming in a different way than my usual process. But it’s good and a fun exercise for me since I always want to vid comics more often... Maybe, maybe, maybe. Other vid ideas might jump my brain queue between now and the summer..

So many WIPs. Too many WIPs.

#vidding #the vidding process #wip wednesday #my vids #my posts #texpost #december posting meme #queuedora #my witcher wips

[skyland2703]

Hallooo!😂

Mini fic about Javi and Amelia doing a mini vlog at Buzzblast???

YES.

No, but. Yes. Just YES.

Ps: I really don’t know the minute little differences between lip balms and chapsticks and lipsticks. I really apologise that I've never done a chapstick tasting myself. I know some friends who'd have written this fic wayyyyyy better.

“What are you doing here?” Amelia asked, frowning slightly as she saw the brunet boy enter the studio wearing headphones and apparently vibing to his music, and he didn’t seem to hear her, just took a spot next to her, on the table where the products they were testing out today, were kept.

“Heyy” he grinned at her, before looking at the stuff on the table, “hey what are we reviewing today?”

She realised he’d not heard her question, and hadn’t even realised she was saying anything, so she pulled at his headphone, and yelled in his ear “HEYY JAVIII WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” And that caught his attention immediately, he looked surprised, but then grinned, and pulled his headphones down, “there’s this song Worth the Fall, really niche but I’m totally obsessed” he explained, “so what are we doing today?”

“No; answer me first, what are YOU doing here? I thought this was my assignment”

“Oh yeah. I asked Jane” *cue flashback of Javi following Jane around saying pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease like a broken record till she finally got annoyed enough and said “FINE” and gave in* “And she said I could do the next vid with you! I hope you don’t mind” he chuckled, and she grinned, “okay, I got it. But are you sure you’re up for doing this one?”

He looked amused, “I’m doing it with you, why wouldn’t I be up for it?”

“It’s chapstick flavour testing” she said, like it was a big deal.

He looked at her just as he had before though, “yeah, so why wouldn’t I be up for it?” A completely genuine question, that brought a smile to her face, “nevermind. I was thinking about something else. Let’s get to it?”

“Yeah” the grin he flashed her could light up the entire studio; Amelia instructed the cameraman to run the livestream, and the two of them introduced themselves to their audience.

Meanwhile, in another part of Buzzblast, watching the livestream as it happened, we’re their friends, Ollie, Izzy, Aiyon and Zayto.

“Is it just me or is Amelia literally doing all the talking?” Ollie pointed out, looking at Izzy, who stared at the screen placed in front of them, where Amelia and Javi, standing side by side in front of the blue curtain, with a number of chapsticks arranged on the table in front of them, while Amelia explained what the video was about.

Izzy tilted her head, “also notice that Javi is just staring at her like a lovesick puppy”

Zayto and Aiyon looked at each other, then at the blue and green rangers, “are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Zayto asked, surprised, when they all nodded their heads, “he’s looking at her all the time anyway” Aiyon pointed out, “I don’t know exactly why—“ Ollie completed the sentence, “but whatever happens there’s like a spring attached in Javi’s neck that makes him turn to Amelia to see her reaction” the group chuckled at the observation.

“Looks like my brother seriously has a problem.” Izzy laughed, and then they turned their attention back to the camera.

“You realise this is their first video together? Jane usually doesn’t give group assignments” Ollie pointed out, and caused Izzy to laugh again, “i shudder to think what he might’ve done to convince Jane”

“Shush they’re starting” Aiyon pointed to the screen, and Izzy and Ollie silenced, while Amelia handed Javi a packet, and they showed it to the camera.

“And this is the latest edition of the Classic collection!” She said excitedly, while he read it off the packet, “it has a cherry, strawberry and spearmint flavours! How merry!” They watched as Amelia’s expression turned from a perfect happy smile to more of an amused one when she looked at Javi, “hmm, so what’s your favorite fruit, Javi? Let’s start with that”

“I think we can start with spearmints. Not exactly my favorite, but I know it’s yours” he winked at the camera now, and the team burst into laughter, “he should never wink. He looks like a baby when he does that” Ollie commented, causing Zayto to counter with a “I kinda like it. And I think Amelia does too” heads turning back to the screen where the pink ranger now picked up the spearmint one, “I didn’t think you’d know it was my favorite”

Javi looked at the camera, dead in the eye, and whispered, holding up his hand like a shield against his mouth, and whispered— as if Amelia couldn’t hear him— “she thought I wouldn’t know. I know everything” which caused her to burst into chuckles.

“So let’s see, spearmint tastes nice” she applied onto her, “a little less stronger than the cool mint, but guaranteed to make your breath smell ✨minty fresh✨”

“Any particular reason why you’d want your breath to smell minty fresh Amelia?” He winked at the camera again, whispering “you know what I mean”

“Javi!” She punched him on his shoulder, “he’s an idiot. And he’s an idiot who would like to try out the cherry chapstick next” she handed it to him, and he opened it, and smelled it.

“Is it… is it just me or are they flirting?” Izzy looked up at the boys, and the three nodded, looking like the holy trinity giving their verdict on the situation going on between Javi and Amelia.

“They are. They’re totally flirting” Aiyon nodded, leaning in closer to the screen, “and I think Javi’s blushing as he’s smelling the cherry chapstick.” He started to scratch his head, looking at the two teens, wondering why that could be.

It struck Izzy, then, “cherry. Oh god I should’ve known. Amelia’s favorite song is cherry. And she loves it. And and and and and when we went shopping last time, she got herself a large size cherry almond flavour shampoo…” she trailed off. Ollie’s eyes went wide in realisation, while Aiyon’s reaction was somewhat different, and they spoke in unison.

“You and Amelia go shopping?”

“Javi smells Amelia’s hair?”

Zayto took both the boys by the neck, and turned their heads towards the screen, where Javi had already applied the hot pink colored chapstick, and was now rubbing his lips together, and licking them to taste the flavour, “yes and yes. Fern goes with them too, and Javi writes his songs inspired by Amelia of course he notices things about her” Zayto explained, and the team returned to watching the chapstick review.

“So Amelia,” Javi was speaking now, but his eyes fixated on his partner instead of at the camera, “I think this cherry one is swell! What should we try next?” Izzy and Ollie exchanged glances at the word ‘swell’, being from earth and knowing just how cringe it sounded— while at the same time, Zayto and Aiyon looked intrigued.

The next few minutes passed without much drama, with Amelia and Javi trying out different flavours, giving mostly positive reviews, suggesting colors and flavours to each other, pointing out that they’d think the other one would like it, and in general making fun of the other’s lips having turned overly colorful. At one point Amelia even took a handkerchief to wipe Javi’s mouth on it because he couldn’t stop laughing looking at himself in the mirror with green colored lips.

“So as you could see, that last one had a rather.. interesting colouration factor…” Amelia chuckled, “in my opinion Pink looks the nicest for Javi. Green? Not so much” she winked, and Javi giggled, “I can handle a little pink. Also I think black suits you” he added quickly, looking at the camera, and she stared at him, “you know my color is pink right?”

“I think we should swap colors though, I’ll give you a doe makeover, maybe you can dye your hair a bit… and a leather jacket” he grinned, leaning towards her, like scrutinising her, and imagining how she’d look in black leather, and the Dino rangers who were watching the programme almost banged their heads against a wall, “that’s them being subtle, isn’t it?” Aiyon question, causing the others to laugh.

“Anyway, this next flavour is looking at me like it’s your favoriiiite” she said, waving the next packet in front of the camera, “it’s the s’more collection!”

“What?” His eyes twinkled, “you’ve got marshmallows in there?”

“I do— but you’re not getting a taste of them.” She winked, “it’s mine… and you can get your own later” and he looked aghast, “okay” he said in a small voice that made all their viewers blast the entire buzzblast’s reaction section feed with the “🥺” emoji.

“You think she did that on purpose to trouble him?” Zayto asked, and the others nodded, “maybe she got irritated at the pink and black comments?” Aiyon suggested with a shrug, and Ollie shook his head, “naah it’s Amelia. She doesn’t get irritated. At all. I mean— she’d have killed me already if she got irritated easily”

“He’s got a point” Izzy nodded, “what’s she up to…”

Back in the studio, Javi continued to watch Amelia, although he looked a little jittery now, watching her apply the marshmallow flavour one, and then temptingly smack her lips together, and pout, “I think it’s not the… best flavour? I like it a bit. I think we can have Javi’s (very biased) opinion now, Javi?” She turned to him, innocent as ever, smirking gleefully, “what’s your opinion on your absolute favorite flavour?”

“You didn’t let me taste it” he pouted, puffing up his cheeks, and staring at the camera, “Welllll you can try it now… if you don’t mind used lip balm, that is” she grinned, and THAT was when the rest of the team actually understood what she was intending to do. Izzy found a blush moving into her cheeks, Ollie looked at the screen incredulously, “oh my god she’s so SNEAKY”

"Wait, wait what's she trying to do—" Zayto couldn't complete his sentence, as the entire crowd burst into gasps, followed by a spamming of the heart eyes emoji as the livestream's viewers found themselves pleasantly intrigued.

You see, what had happened was this: Javi had stared at the used chapstick Amelia had offered her, and he'd taken her hand by the wrist, and he'd pulled her closer, while leaning in himself, and firmly planted his lips against hers, kissing her for an entire minute on the livestream while their audience lost their minds.

"No, no, no, no, no rewind that SOMEONE REWIND THAT" Izzy shouted, "MY BROTHER DOESN'T HAVE GUTS LIKE THAT THAT'S AN IMPOSTE—" she couldn't complete her statement, finding Ollie and Aiyon's hands covering her face together, and she gave them both a death glare, and the three rangers continued looking at the livestream where the pink and black rangers were still making out, now with Javi's arm wrapped around her waist, and hers around his neck. Finally, they broke apart, and he chuckled, "yeah, no, completely biased opinion, but marshmallow is still my favorite chapstick flavour" he grinned at the camera as if he'd not just made out with his co-star for an entirety of two minutes and forty eight seconds.

Amelia on the other hand, looked a little shaken. She ran a hand through her hair, and said, her voice sounding a little husky, "you know what... you might have an excellent point after all, Javi." she panted, her cheeks flushing redder than that cherry chapstick looked.

He grinned at her, and she finally brought a smile to her own lips too, while Zayto, Aiyon, Izzy and Ollie tried to make something of the interaction.

"Do you think they're secretly dating and he just blew his cover?" Ollie asked, brows furrowed, and Izzy shook her head, "she looks like she's in some kinda full blown panic mode…”

“Let’s see what they do next” Aiyon hushed them up, and the four pairs of curious eyes turned back onto the livestream, where Amelia looked like she was still recovering from the shock.

“So, uh, Javi” they watched with interest, as a coy smirk spread over her lips, “what’s next on the list?”

He didn’t look at her now, and they could all see his own cheeks warming up as he the full realisation and impact of his actions hit him. “I— I don’t know. You say, Amelia”

She handed him one, and he took it while still looking down, and quickly applied it to his lips, mashing them together to spread it evenly, and then stuck out his tongue, “aw god this is awful why did you give me this?” He whined, and turned to the camera, “it’s one of those gas station (awful tasting) watermelon flavoured ones!! Eeeesh”

“So does that mean she didn’t want to kiss him?” Aiyon asked, intrigued, his friends all shaking their heads in disappointment.

“They’re hopeless” Izzy finally stated, leaning back in the chair like a dead person, “I’m tireeedddd this has been going on for almost half an hour now!”

“Wait no look!” Ollie suddenly pushed Izzy’s chair forward so she almost faceplanted into the goddamn screen. They pulled her back though, because she was blocking the scene while almost chipping her teeth, “geez thank you guys” she said with distaste, but back on TV, Amelia was laughing like she’d inhaled laughter gas, and Javi was wincing, “I like watermelons, that’s why” she said, and this time, she leaned in and kissed him, pulling at him by his jacket’s collars, and keeping him there for a good minute. When she finally let him go, Javi looked like he was right about to faint from being giddy and throughout the rest of the session, continued to be light headed, and mixing up lip balm flavours and staring at Amelia as she continued her own end of the review, like a lovesick puppy.

“You realise we’re exactly back where we started?” Izzy asked, placing her head in her hands, and Aiyon nodded, “yeah. Yeah man those two are HOPELESS”

“I don’t think so? I think we made some real good progress with them today” Zayto grinned as the Buzzblast employees began wrapping up the livestream.

“I wonder how Jane felt about this whole mess” Ollie said, and Aiyon nudged him, “why don’t you ask her yourself?” Pointing to the blonde lady who ran Buzzblast, coming their way.

“Hey Ja—“ before either of them could actually say anything to her, she burst into an excited stream of words herself, “those two have sone REAL chemistry! It felt so genuine, the way they were around each other, a little cute and idiotic, yes, but they handled the review SO WELL and apparently the comment section has been going CRAZY!!! I wonder why that could be!” Every word she said was as if punctuated by an exclamation mark, and Ollie raised his eyebrows, “did we… did we watch the same livestream?”

“Oh come on! Your eyes were also GLUED to the screen” Izzy teased, Aiyon supported, “we all were!!”

“I usually don’t give our couples assignments, but I think I’ll have to RELAX THE RULES, a little bit” she did a little dance, “those two really stole the show AAhh” she said in a voice full of utter bliss, and Zayto giggled, as Jane swayed away towards Javi and Amelia, as they got out of the studio— probably to congratulate them— “I think she’s really happy”

“Well this was crazy” Izzy finally heaved back into the chair again, “dear lord.”

“WAIT—“ suddenly Aiyon spoke up, all eyes turned to him, “does that mean Javi and Amelia are an official…. COUPLE?”

“I think that oughta answer your question” Ollie pointed to where Jane had gone looking for them, while they hid from her behind a desk, and continued to make out.

“Oh geez!” Aiyon said, Izzy following suit, “I think we have a subject for teasing them for about… a month, right?” She smirked, “I’m in!” Ollie added, Zayto just shook his head, like a dad looking at the mischief of his kids.

“Okay, but just one month—“ they were off before he could finish.

#power rangers #amelia jones #Javi Garcia #dino fury #power rangers dino fury #I duckin forgot to post this anscnnvndndn #it was living in my drafts— #while its been completed and forgotten aboyt for over two months— #fanfic prompt #my fics #minific #wait no this got too long

[meiloorunsmoothie]

OK SO CAST ALBUM WHEN

screaming crying throwing up

#i need this on spotify #do musicals usually release music vids like this 🤨 #idk i'm kind of new to broadway #whatever i'm not complaining #for her/my green light #jeremy jordan #eva noblezada #great gatsby #bwaygatsby #Youtube

[i-luvsang]

honestly it's so many new hair colours at once it's insane tbh. LIKE I LITERALLY WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP AND I SAW THE NOTIF OF SAN HAVIGN RED HAIR?? AND I WATCHED THE VID AND I SAW YEO AND I WAS LIKE HUH WHAT COLOUR IS RHAT?? it's an hour later now i rlly need to go to sleep after this. also god i'm gonna miss jonghos hair so much but the hair he has now kinda matches my hair rn so idm 😭 and argh san's red hair... i'm so obsessed with red hair i hope the next member with red hair is gonna be yeosang.. now that i think abt it he's the only member that hasn't had red hair i think?? besided yunho but he had the red stripes so idk.. ANYWAYS YEOS NEON HAIR ARGH and tbh i get you 100% i'm not rlly a fan of neon hair either. but yeo?? GOD HE'S ROCKING IT i'm convinced he can pull anything off. and i'm also curious how it's gonna fade. honestly i think his hair might lowkey glow in the dark.. imagine at the concert you can just see his green hair when the lights are still off.. that would be so funny omfg. but him and taeyong are the only men who could ever pull off neon green hair like that. honestly yeo probably saw me looking at tae a lil too long and he was like... SURPRISE! and it indeed was a surprise :,) also... i don't think i'm ever just gonna have one bias when it comes to nct. i've been listening to their music for a long time and know a lot of the members but i was always intimidated idk why. but so far my faves are taeyong, jaehyun, xiaojun and haechan so far. like idk they are just so atsggs. anyways that was my crazy ass rant about hair colours and nct?? i'm gonna go to sleep now bcs it's so late. i might be right back here when i wake up if they happen to drop selcas and i survive it. thanks for listening to my insane rant, you are the best <3 — 🎧

YEOSANG BETTER BE THE NEXT WITH RED HAIR I WILL NOT DIE A HAPPY MAN UNTIL I SEE IT !!!!!!

like i don't like it per se but like you said yeosang is LITERALLY ROCKING IT LIKE HOW EVEN HE STILL LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE. HES INSANE I LOVE HIM

NO BC IT EVEN LOOKS LIKE ITS GLOWING IN THE PICS AND ITS BROAD DAYLIGHT I CANT IMAGINE HOW BRIGHT ITS GONNA LOOK DURING THE CONCERTS!! and yeah i'm also super curious abt the fade honestly i think it's gonna be good but idk i'm sure they'll tone it n stuff or whatever you do to keep hair looking not nasty after dying it a bright color

yeah yeo said look at me not him i can have neon green too !!!

very valid faves so far !! good thing you're staying clear from my mans renjun <3333 JK LOL good luck with haechan he's fuckin insane i hate his ass i'd fight him any day he's my og arch nemesis (i don't hate him i swear we just have beef with each other !!)

but OFC !! thank you for sending me your insane rant i love to hear it i love love love it all <33 YOU are the best babe !! and yeah!! get lots of good rest !!! i hope you sleep well and i will talk to you later my darling <3333

#［ my darlings %. #［ ​messages %. #［ 🎧 ​anon %.

[wombathos]

mood ring is a beefleaf song

#i can't explain this but i feel it strongly #leela reads tgcf #and listens to lorde i guess #it may just be that for the next while the brainworms are strong enough that any song talking about wind blowing makes me go #'aha! shi qingxuan!' #also idk the light green in the music vid gives me strong beefleaf vibes. again i cannot explain this #tgcf #beefleaf #'can't seem to fix my mood today it's as dark as my roots' is a hx line prove me wrong

[parkers-gal]

Based on a video of Tom saying to the press on a carpet "Please don't shout at me" could you write one where it's the reader saying this and Tom helping her?

hello <33 hope this is what you wanted ! that vid breaks my heart :(

no shouting 

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You’re attending the VMAs red carpet, just before the award show. It’s nothing too big — no live press interviews or real time tabloids. But, because of that, there’s twice as many paparazzis here, which means the crowd is huge and the flashes are brighter and-

Yeah, you don’t love award shows. But, Scooter (your manager) thought it best to attend to promote your album, and sure, you could’ve said no, but where’s the fun in that?

You’re dressed well, too. You’re wearing the dark green Givenchy suit — it fits snuggly and you feel like a powerful CEO as you stride to your destination in front of the cameras. You’re at the first end of the carpet now, standing alongside your publicist and Scooter, awaiting directions. Tom is right behind you, chin on your shoulder comfortingly while he whispers things into your ear — he’s trying to ease your nerves. Press and paparazzi gigs like today — red carpets and blingy outfits — make you anxious.

“Okay, Y/N,” Scooter shuts his phone off. “Go, go now. They’re ready for you. Go!” He rushes out, ushering you onto the bright rug. Tom can’t help but glare at the man, upset at how oblivious he is to your state right now. Yelling is not what you need for your current anxiety levels.

You step out, right foot first, directly onto the rolled-out rug. You pat your thigh while you walk forward a bit before stopping for the first batch of large cameras.

“Y/N! Looking great!”

“Who styled you?”

“Look this way!”

At the commands, you move your head in every which way before ultimately glancing off to Tom. He nods his head comfortingly, shaking off the loud noises and surrounding crowds and mouthing to you “it’s okay.” After he assures you, you walk to the center of the carpet where everyone can get a shot of you.

“Y/N! This way! This way!”

“To your right! Your right!” You attempt to turn towards the direction of the voice. “That’s not your right!”

You shut your eyes tightly, squeezing them while exhaling your deepest breath. When you open your lids again, it feels as though the sounds and voices have grown louder.

“Look up! Look up!” You tilt your head in a certain direction, but to no avail. “Higher! I need higher!”

“Ms. L/N, right this way!”

“Please don’t shout at me,” you state calmly, face still plastered with your signature smile. They ignore you, throwing more commands at you. Your tongue clicks and you clap a fist against your palm multiple times. Gently, your fingers swipe across your forehead and rub all the way to your temple, removing all access sweat. You’re wary of the makeup, and you do your best not to cover your picture-worthy face. “Please, no shouting.”

They don’t listen and you start to panic, looking off to the side to find Tom’s eyes. You lock orbs with him, desperate for a sense of relief. He nods, and though he’s an actor at a music awards show, he steps onto the carpet anyways. The flashes of the cameras pick up immediately, and it’s as though everything becomes white.

Tom’s jaw clenches while he makes his way over to you. He’s tender when taking your hand, arriving at your side in less than ten seconds.

“Tom! Tom over here!”

“Give us a couples pose!”

“Look this way!”

“Get out of the way! Show Y/N!”

Tom ignores them all while he blocks the cameras and flashing lights from your view. His back is to the paparazzis, and it’s as though it’s only you and him in a room by yourselves.

“Are you alright, love?” His hand holds your cheek and you nuzzle into his palm with a nod. He sighs, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Wanna leave?” You nod again, and though he wants to chuckle at your adorableness, he can’t help but feel angered by all the people who think they’re so entitled when they only make money off of taking your picture.

He starts guiding you to the other end of the carpet, away from Scooter and all the cameras. The paparazzis start yelling louder, yelling out disappointed “aw’s” and “boos.” Tom blocks their view of you protectively, arm around your shoulder while the other holds your hand.

“You’re alright, love. We’re alright.”

You nod again, and when you’re finally off the carpet, and the sound of the camera clicks is out of your earshot, Tom pulls you into a suffocating hug. You hide away in his neck’s crook, pressing a sweet kiss to the open skin while you hug him as best you can without wrinkling your designer outfit.

“Love you… so much.” You mumble after a few moments. He smiles, though you can’t see it, and squeezes you tighter.

“I love you, darling. My strong angel.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x celebrity!reader #tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland angst #tom holland oneshot #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine

[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

this drabble was inspired by binnie’s outfit from the hello stranger vid and oh also! we are finally getting changbin’s thighs on this acct dedicated to them teehee

Part 1

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, past reader x han jisung  

Genre: smut n’ a lil fluff 

Tags: (for this part) softdom!changbin, sub!reader, undergroundrapper!changbin, chan, felix and jisung side characters, hook-up, scraping knees & mentions of blood, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), gagging, protected sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial and edging (f receiving), begging, fingering (f receiving), squirting, use of handcuffs, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 4.9k 

Chapters

PART 1 | PART 2 

gif creds to @iconicspearb​ ♡

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it. Music was blasting on several speaks mounted to the walls and the ceiling. The bass was booming at such a low frequency you felt it reverberating in your chest--or maybe that was your heart. 

You had been shoved up against sweaty bodies for nearly four hours now, and your friends Chan and Felix hadn’t told you if they planned on leaving at any time soon. Not like you minded. Nothing felt better than a feeling like this. In a place like this, you could forget the rest of the world for a little bit; who you were and what you needed to do. The buzz in the room was infectious. Everyone in the room threw their bodies together, clashing in one big, beautiful mess. 

After four hours, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. Next to you, Chan and Felix were bouncing up and down with you, thrashing their heads to the rapid fire syllables spat by the rappers. Your ears would ring during every tiny moment of silence.  

“How much longer do you wanna stay for?!” Your scratched voice called to your friends. 

“SpearB hasn’t come on yet!! We have to see him!” 

“SpearB?!” 

The widest grin attacked Chan’s face, flashing his dimples. “Yeah! I heard that he’s insane!” 

Felix threw his arm over your shoulder to dance with him and the two of you fell into a rhythm, shouting over the lyrics of the rapper on stage: you had seen him dozens of times, Chan and him were even on a first name basis. 

You new his name too, but that was because you had plenty experience screaming it out for him...both at concerts and in private. Jisung was his name. He was the one that turned you on to fuck buddies. God, he was way too cocky for you to ever to consider anything else. 

He dished out out of his signature winks while he buried his teeth into his lip. 

You wondered if you would be going home with him again tonight. Not like you minded. The way that he would suck on your clit was unreal. 

“--THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT!” Jisung bellowed into the mic, leaping off some structure and launching himself into the air. 

You and your two friends cheered for him and clapped for him until your hands turned red. He was cocky...but he was sure as hell talented. 

“SpearB is coming next!!!” Felix shook your shoulders in his excitement. 

A couple stage hands changed around the stage a little bit by moving around a couple speakers, adding a smoke machine, setting out a new computer at the little table in center stage. 

“He-he’s gonna LIVE MIX ON THE STAGE” Chan’s eyes widened.

“He’s gonna what!?” There was almost nothing left of your voice. 

“JUST WAIT AND SEE.” 

The lights dimmed and Felix and Chan clung to your arms, nearly squeezing the life out of them.

If he was this of a big deal to them, he must be something special. 

He stepped out a black shadow, swirls of smoke at his feet. He hadn’t even said anything yet, but his aura was massive. The lights rose slightly so you could see his face better: smoky brown eyes, light brown hair that was nearly silver. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck, contrasting with the rest of his darkly colored clothes. Most of all, your eyes were drawn to his thighs, perfectly shaped and curved under his pants, toned and thick. On his fingers he wore bands of sliver rings. 

As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Chan and Felix lost their minds clawing at your arms. You had never seen the two of them so giddy. 

He didn’t even look at the audience at first, like they weren’t even there. With the tap of his fingers he started making a beat; it was piercing and catchy with snares and 808′s vibrating the room. He had a small keyboard next to him that he used, the silver glimmer from his rings reflected off the stage lights--they were nearly blinding. 

The crowd started moving to his beat which he sped up gradually creating a type of tension that you could only really describe like the mere seconds before a climax. 

He rose the mic to his mouth after licking his lips tantalizingly slow. He finally let himself look at the crowd. With the mic to his mouth, his eyes met yours, striking you with electricity. Even though his backing music was ridiculously fast, he sauntered to the front of the stage, not breaking with your gaze. This time you definitely knew it was your heart that was throbbing in your chest—not the music.

Chan and Felix were clawing onto you even harder, but you couldn’t feel a thing. 

He was fucking mesmerizing. 

He hadn’t even said a word. 

He crouched down to be eye level with you with his gaze still deathly fierce. Every single inch of him oozed with confidence and unbridled mystery. 

Almost like he was teasing you, he shot up and away, turning into his mic, his gruff voice growling over the start of his lyrics. 

He never looked at you again for the rest of the performance. You found yourself aching for his eyes on your body again, but he never gave it to you. 

No one had ever made you as soaked as he made you. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Aren’t you glad that we stayed, Y/n?” Chan nudged you hard once the three of you had left the club. 

The chill of the winter stung at the back of your sweaty neck wonderfully. It felt amazing compared to how stuffy it had been in there for the past several hours. 

“--how he looked at you?? Y/n, that was...” Felix laughed out a little in disbelief. 

You dig your hands further into your coat pockets. Just above you, tiny flakes of snow started to fall. You huffed out, your breath was wispy floating in the air. You were still getting over it all. How could he have looked at you like that and then pretended that you didn’t even exist? What kind of sick shit was that? 

Chan ran in front of you to skid on a patch of ice with child-like giggles. 

“You okay?” Felix asked, linking his arm through yours. He was always the best at reading you. 

“--yeah, it was just strange. There was something about him that...” 

“--I mean, he’s really hot. I’ll give him that.” 

You chuckled a little. “You think so too?” 

“I’d be blind if I didn’t think so.” 

“I don’t even know him...but why did he look at me like that...like he did?” 

“I dunno.” Felix shrugged. “We should catch up with Chan before he actually slips.” 

“Heh, you’re probably right.” 

“You just gonna head back home? It’s really late.” 

“Yeah, I’m super tired after all of that.” 

“Want one of us to walk you home?” 

You pondered for a minute, eyes cast up a little to the sky. The night had turned perfectly quiet during the early hours of the morning. Maybe a walk by yourself could do you some good. 

“I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.” 

“Text us when you get back?” Your friend gave your arm a little squeeze with a little worry dancing across his freckled cheeks. 

“Of course.” 

“Okay...don’t forget!” 

“I won’t!” You waved your friends away just as you reached the intersection separating your path from theirs. 

You sucked in a deep inhale, letting the cold air burn a little in your lungs. The sensation snapped you out of your yawn perfectly. It was just a few more blocks away and you knew the way well. Two rights, one left, two straight ahead. 

A blur started to cover your eyes and one more yawn escaped your lips. 

Or was it one right and two lefts? 

The street lights blurred into green and white lines. 

I should be there shouldn’t I? 

Behind you the horn honked, loud and shrill. 

You thought to yourself, what is someone doing honking so loud at night? 

“Watch out!!” A hand grabbed at your arm and jerked you back hard. 

You were definitely awake when your body crashed to the cement sidewalk knees first. A burning pain seethed at the skin of your knees. 

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard--” 

At first you saw your scraped knees, then you saw him...finally looking at you again. 

“What the hell are you doing walking into the middle of the street, didn’t you see the light?” 

“Are you fucking stalking me?” Was the first thing your brilliant brain could think to ask. 

He scoffed. “You’re welcome for saving your life? You were stumbling around... are you okay? Did you take something?” 

Before you knew it you were surrounded by him and his friends: inspecting you for any signs. 

“No, I am not on anything.” You hissed. “I just...I think that I’m tired an--wait...where are we?” 

“That tired huh?” He helped you to your feet, making you wince. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” His hand lingered on yours. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Honestly it’s my own fault.” Your tone dropped. “I should have had one of them walk me home.” 

“--You need someone to walk you home?” 

“No, I got it, thanks. I’m just over that way.” You took two shaky steps forward, your knees immediately buckling in pain. 

“No-listen, my place is over there, I can help you get cleaned up--you’re not gonna find any taxis back to your place at this time of night.” 

“Are you luring me right now?” 

“What?! No!” 

You chuckled a little. It was a bit funny how different he was off stage compared to on. You almost forgot how embarrassingly soaked he had made you before. 

“Trust me.” He nodded to his friends and they split, leaving the two of you alone under the flurrying snow. “You coming?” 

You tentatively took his hand. Funny. This was kind of how it started with Jisung too. All of them were the fucking same. You pitied yourself for thinking that he would be any different. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Changbin, as he introduced himself, lived in a modest apartment with three roommates in a place with creaky floorboards and walls of painted over brick. He swore up and down that there was heating in there, but it didn’t feel like it. He kept very few things in his room save for some things that looked like synthesizers and a TV. The two of you had to tip-toe to his room. He warned you that nothing could be kept secret in that apartment. 

“Here, you should clean it first to get anything out of it. Then put this on it, you don’t wanna get infected or anything.” 

“oh. Thank you--” You reached out, but instead he knelt at the edge of the bed at your knees. He tore the whole in your tights even wider to start dabbing at your scratches. 

“Hey! What the--” 

“--They’re already torn. What’s the use in them now?” 

He got to work, being as careful as he could tending to you. His hands gently held your leg still. You watched as he did everything. Being this close again, you remembered. Those little silvery and wavy trellises of his hair...he really was gorgeous. 

Changbin’s hand smoothed down your calf once he was done, tickling you slightly. 

“All done. Better?” 

“Yeah...thank you.” You shied away. After seeing this other side of him you didn’t quite know what to think. 

“I’d love for you to stay but, seeing as you thought that I was luring you before--” 

“--Have I met you before?” 

“Me?” Changbin unclipped his earrings. “I don’t think so. But...that’s interesting. I was thinking the same thing earlier. There’s something about you that I recognize.” 

“--That’s why you looked at me like that?” 

“I looked at you like that, because I thought that you looked sexy.” 

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks. There was something especially hard to ignore about how gentle he had been with you before and how his eyes seemed to devour you now recalling the memory. It was...different. Maybe he wasn’t like all the rest of them. 

“I guess you must not think I still am if you’re trying to send me home.” You edged him on. It was undeniable how good it felt to have him give you his undivided attention. 

“I’m sending you home because it’s the respectful thing to do.” 

“That’s honorable.” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You want me to continue being respectful?” 

“Do you want to be?” 

Changbin paced the length of his room, cradling his neck up. “Stop playing fucking games and tell me what it is you want.” 

You thought that him performing was enough to send you over. Seeing him mad was something entirely different. You knew exactly what you wanted; what your body wanted.  

You narrowed your eyes. “Obviously. I want you.” 

You saw it in his eyes first. It was like the first spark of a flame right before he was set ablaze. All you had to do was say it. 

He tore his jacket off and launched himself on top of you, crashing his lips needily into yours. His mouth was addictive, perfectly soft, but running over yours roughly over and over. He kissed you, starving, breathing exhales into your mouth. He wasted no time meeting his tongue with yours, twisting around it slowly, forcing you to slow your pace. He gave you everything at once, then slowly started taking it away again. Changbin sucked on your bottom lip slightly, then pulled. He returned, kissing you again agonizingly slow. He let his hands cascade down your sides, sliding them up your shirt. Further down, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing in and issuing a little whimper from you. 

“I like to take things slowly...I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck, taking care of the skin he craved here. He pressed harder with his leg. 

You cried out before grinding your hips into his thigh hopelessly seeking some kind of pleasure. When you did so, the friction of your clit was just enough. 

“So fucking needy.” His warm breath spilled into your ear. “You just can’t wait to have me, can you? Can’t wait to have me filling you up, fucking you deep inside, stretching you out...just like you want to?” He painted more kisses into your neck. “You’re not getting it yet. Not until I say so.” 

“Please...” You felt pathetic grinding on him so hard, but you couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good. 

“Awww.” He tutted. “Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Mmmm...” You dug your fingers into his arms to pull yourself even closer to him.

He scoffed out a laugh and moved himself off of you. “Quit doing my job for me.” He smirked, then reached down to your legs where he coursed his hands up your inner thighs right where you were most delicate. His fingers reached your throbbing and drenched pussy properly wet through your panties from grinding on him. He ghosted over your clit, letting his fingers fall up and down just slightly, never giving you the satisfaction. Your whole body jerked just for him. Wordlessly, he tore a hole again with one continuous rip. 

“fuck. You’re so wet for me.” He wondered at your body. There he was, looking at you as he had done before. His thumb permitted you a couple soft circles to your clit as you helplessly grinded into his hand. His hands looked beautiful teasing your pussy with his silver rings.

“I’ve got something special I wanna use on you.” Changbin rubbed down harder with one hand and drew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his beside with the other. “Pretty right?” He twisted them around.

Seeing them instantly made your whole core cry out in desire for him even more. 

“Can I?”

You nodded quickly and even provided for him your wrists. As expected they bit with a cold, but how they made you feel...so helpless and usable was euphoric. Changbin rose your arms above your head, then removed the remains of your tights, skirt and underwear. By contrast, he was still completely clothed, but you could see his dick, hard and swelling with girth, pressing up against his pants. 

His hands explored all over your legs while you squirmed. The touch of his skin on yours was hypnotic. You had already felt his fingers, so you figured he wouldn’t let you feel them again soon. He drew little scribbles into your skin, sometimes pressing hard, grabbing at you in greedy handfuls. 

“You’re so gorgeous Y/n, so pretty for me, so pretty tied up and squirming. You’re such a good girl...I’m gonna make you cum harder than you can even imagine.”

Your little whimpers came out along with a string of explicatives while he teased at you relentlessly, still not going to touch your clit again. Your hands trashed together a little in the cuffs, the cold digging into you. You couldn’t do anything about it. Your hips writhed when his fingers traced up to your belly, then up to your nipples to pinch at them until they were painfully hard. Your whole body craved him so badly everywhere. 

“fuck--please stop, please--” you panted out, “touch me.” 

Back down again went his hands, and you watched as he devilishly smiled at his work. “I said, not until I say so.” Suddenly his fingers slid right into your pussy with ease. He had tricked you. You nearly screamed at the feeling if he had not slapped his hand over your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

Changbin pumped in and out at his favored slow pace, curling his fingers up perfectly to rub at your g-spot. Your hands were still useless, so you bit down hard on your lip to keep your moans from escaping. 

“You like it this way don’t you? You’re taking my fingers so good, beautiful. Keep being a good girl and I’ll let you cum okay?”

“Mmm-yes, please.” Your words were breathy.

He moved on to fucking you with his fingers relentlessly. He would switch between pumping you full to then pulling out and robbing you of all feeling. As soon as he could sense your walls tightening, he would pull out, eyes greedily watching as you would fall apart from his edging. 

Your body betrayed you while you were being cruelly teased and your mind went blank as he brought you back and fourth each time. A tension deep down inside you built every time he would curl his fingers--any moment you knew that you could explode if he could only just let you. You even considered letting your hands fall to rub your needy clit yourself, but you had more than enough of punishing. 

“You’re doing so well.” Changbin soothed you at last. “Do you wanna cum for me?” 

“Yes.” You sighed out with utter exhaustion. 

“Alright. You deserve it.” He kissed into the skin right under your bellybutton where your shirt had tucked up a little. 

Finally he rammed his thumb against your clit to give it simulation as he continued fucking into you with his fingers, giving careful attention to your sensitive bud as he wiggled his fingers with speed. The metal on his fingers grazed you too inside, and you felt yourself tightening around him once again. That same tension gathered low and it was so intense and unfamiliar that it scared you. Your back arched as you felt it getting closer..closer...

You cried out, “Changbin, I--” 

“Just let it all go, babygirl.” He spread out your legs farther. 

You came with such ferocity that you felt lightheaded: you squirted hard with your release. It took every ounce of your will not to make a sound, only letting shallow gasps escape. Changbin removed his fingers as you came, rubbing your clit as you did, giving it a couple slaps where it was swollen. Tears fell down the sides of your face as your whole body shook with each release and your hips buckled together. 

Changbin laughed out in awe at the shaking mess in front of him. You felt your whole body flush with heat, and you couldn’t bear to look at him--you had never done anything like that before in your whole life. In fact you didn’t really know what it was. You hid your flustered face under your arms. 

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” You heard him chuckle. “Why are you hiding? Hey, come back--” 

He jingled with the keys and let your wrists free, which were also throbbing with a bit of pain. He kissed both of them one after the other. 

“Are you okay?” 

You let yourself look at him and you noticed that his shirt was splattered wet from droplets of your liquids. 

“Fuck--I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was--” 

He laughed softly then crawled over you again. His hands ran up and down your body still in aftershocks. “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed his lips into yours. “I’m guessing that was your first time squirting, huh?” 

“I-I think so.” 

“Did it feel good?” 

“It felt...so good.” 

“I fulfilled my promise then didn’t I?” He caressed the sides of your face to give you even more careful kisses; they weren’t needy anymore, but this time more caring and passionate. Hell, he didn’t even know you but he kissed you like he loved you. 

“You want me to do you now?” 

“Not yet, you’re still coming down, I don’t wanna ruin this for you.” 

“ ‘Kay.” This time you were the one to lean in to keep kissing him. His lips curled into a smile against yours. 

Changbin unbuttoned your cropped shirt, then took off his all of his clothes after. He laid down next to you, both of you completely bare and the warmth of his mouth found yours once again. Maybe it was just because you had just cum because of him, but the sense of closeness that you felt to him made you feel impossibly safe. You could have kissed him like this forever. 

“You’re perfect.” He whispered onto your lips between kisses. 

You slung one of your legs over his hips and his member twitched on your stomach. You had come down enough. 

“My turn now?” 

“I wouldn’t object to that.” He grinned. 

The bed sheets crinkled a little as you descended farther down the bed and he sat his back against the wall. You got your first proper chance to look at his full length: veiny and perfectly thick, dripping just a little with pre-cum. You could only imagine what it would feel like inside you. Changbin’s eyes followed as you wrapped your hand around him and teased the tip with your pointer finger. You licked fat strokes up and down the sides, feeling him hardening even more. The saliva gathered in your mouth seeing the head grow redder and redder. His chest shook with a broken sigh. You gave him one teasing squeeze that made him wince beautifully. 

“Keep going.” He commanded, raking his fingers through your hair and gripping there. 

“I don't need you to tell me that.” You hushed and flicked the tip of your tongue over his tip. 

After he got to do all of his teasing, how come you didn’t get to do some too? 

“Don’t make me make you.” He growled. 

“Ooo scary.” 

Your hand began to pump him and he relaxed, exhaling out with the trailing of his voice hiding his soft moans. Your free hand dug into the skin of his thigh, letting the sharp of your nails pepper little pink crescents. They were so perfect, you rewarded them with kisses and little bites while your hand kept pumping. Changbin’s fingers dug into your scalp needily. 

He hissed out, “Give me your mouth.” 

A surge of confidence swelled within you knowing he was completely in your control. “You aren’t even going to say please?” 

“I don’t say please.” 

“Then maybe I won’t suck you off then?” 

A flash of betrayal ran across his smoky eyes. “What?!” 

“Fine. I won’t make you say it.” You smirked and took him in generously, deeply, pushing down your tongue and taking him down your throat. You were just a little too ambitious: his length made you gag, but you swallowed down the reflex. Changbin’s head fell back and hit the wall. 

“fuck yes.” The words escaped his tongue. 

You grabbed at him and squeezed, hard, twisting him and flicking your wrist with each turn. He was delightfully hard in your mouth, and with each step closer he gasped out faster and faster. Your head bopped in your rhythm, still taking him in deeper with each move, chasing gags away just as fast as you got a new one. You would stop for a few seconds to let him quiver in your hand and he would groan out once your warmth disappeared. 

“Not-not yet,” He gasped out and squirmed, then pushed you lightly off of him. He scrambled over to the beside again, throwing the drawer open and finding a condom which he tore open with his teeth, then impatiently rolled it over his pink length. He threw his body off the bed, grabbing at your hips to align you with the edge of the bed and situating himself between your legs. He was just as impatient when he took some lube into his hand to rub over his dick curled against his stomach. Changbin coaxed his dick into your opening, leaning down over your body with forearms resting on both sides of your head. Once the two of you were connected, you both let out sighs with the feeling consuming you. He filled you up so wholly, so deeply, it even hurt just a little bit, kind of like the first time. 

“Baby you’re so tight.” He thrust in slow at first, exactly how he liked it. It felt fucking amazing when he stretched you out grinding his hips even in little to let your clit feel the sensation as well. He attached his lips with yours to lend them his warmth. Your arms latched around his neck and your legs around his waist as you pulled him in even closer. The heat from his sweating chest emanated on you. He started to pick up his pace, giving your g-spot attention again as he angled himself above you. 

The two of you sucked in each other’s air as it lasted between your lips for only a few seconds. You moaned directly into his mouth hoping that it was enough to muffle the sound and he returned back with his own arousal spilling all over you and sticking on your tongue. 

Changbin pulled away to shove your legs together and press against his torso, making you even tighter. He shut his eyes upon feeling it, focusing on nothing else but his thrusts. His forehead gathered with little beads of sweat and one fell down his brow. 

His name flew off of your mouth naturally as he fucked into you, and your second orgasm pooled. His toned arms flexed from where he grabbed onto the bed and he choked out little airy gasps before announcing that he was about to cum. 

“Cum inside me baby, fill me up...I’m all yours.” 

Upon hearing your words, he set himself loose, pounding into you with astonishing speed doubling over you as he came, leaving himself inside to throb against your walls. There was something so primal inside of you that craved to feel his cum inside of you knowing that he wanted you, that he desired you and that you could unscrew him until he was vulnerable like this, all for you. 

“Can we...stay like this for a little while?” 

He chuckled a bit, and swept a few strands of your hair off of your face. 

“You like how it feels like this then?” 

“...yes.” 

“Okay beautiful. Anything that you like, can I come back up first? Kinda hard to do it like this.” 

You nodded and let himself get situated sitting on the bed, resting himself against the wall once more. Your bodies shivered as you sat back down on his softening dick, but it was the feeling of being connected to him that you craved. He traced his fingers up and down your back, his eyes full of admiration. 

“You’re perfect.” He echoed. 

“You hardly even know me.” Your fingers twirled his curly hair. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“Thank you...and...thank you for making me feel so good.” 

“My pleasure,” He laughed out the words, “And yours too I guess.” 

“Very funny.” 

There he was, looking at you again like that. Like he loved you. He didn’t even know you. He didn’t know that things you had done; who you were. 

“I’d like to get to know you though. If you’ll let me.” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝ 

AHHHH so writing this I kinda fell in love with the potential for this plot, esp with the stuff with the readers history with Jisung???? SHould I make this a series???? Softdom!bin romancing us?? Let me knowwwww

#hell yes binnies thighsss #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #seo changbin #changbin smut #seo changbin smut #changbin x y/n #changbin x reader #changbin x female reader #stray kids oneshots #stray kids imagine #stray kids drabbles #softdom #kpop drabble #kpop imagine #kpop oneshot #spearb #hello stranger #bang chan #chan #lee felix #felix #han jisung #jisung

[silverrstarrr]

Normal girl (2)

Note: i just edit this chapter a bit and added more dialog. Someone messaged me and helped me out with a few things, thank you!

Chapter 2:

Walking side by side down the stairs, you took a sip of your coffee and place your herd of keys the side of your book bag. yume was scrolling through her phone on tik tok, drinking from her coconut Carmel ice coffee. You didn't understand why she was drinking ice coffee in mid February, it was cold. It was surprising their wasn't any snow.

Grinning like an idiot, she shaked your shoulder, positioning her phone in front of you–you both watched the tik tok. You didn't laugh at first only smiling, yume kept gesturing you to keep watching, waiting for the punchline. Finally it came up and you both started laughing, you slowly shaked your head placing your hand over your mouth.

"NOOO, nooo. That was so wrong, yall are going to hellll" you whined out.

Yume wiped the tears from her face and continued down the last step. She opened up the door and slid out, you trialing behind her. You both proceeded to walk down the street, where all the park cars were out.

"We riding in rich today girlie, jump in," she lifted up her arm that held her drink, her other reached into her purse and grabbed her car keys.

"I thought we were gonna walk there? It's only 10 minutes." You headed towards her car as she unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat. She had a 2018 dark Grey Nissan altima. You remember her having this ever since junior year, you recalled her talking about getting a newer model since this one was old. Like girl what? Old your ass, if the car still functioning there ain't no problem. White people shit, man.

"Well, it's the first day of sweet college life," she dragged out the last few words, adding a sarcastic tone. Yume tossed her bag in the backseat through the open space from the front, She dropped her drink in the little cup holder as well. Catching up with her, you open the backseat's door and chucked your bag in there–immediately closing it after. You pull the passengers door open and sat down, closing it behind you. Yume did the same–letting out a large sigh as she used her long sleeve to rub her legs, which were freezing.

"Bruh, you were just cold. Shouldn't have wore that skirt knowing it was this cold. Your mother would be disappointed," you moved your head side ways, pretending to be disappointed. You dropped your dunkin' drink in the other cup holder next to hers.

"Y/n, shut upp." Rolling her eyes jokingly, She grabbed the buckled next to her seat and puts it on. You placed your seat belt on too. Automatically, her phone connected to the car, you check over at the screen in the middle. It had the time, the degrees outside and all that other fancy things.

"Wanna play something?" she inserted the keys into the ignition and started the car.

"Yeah, I'll type it in,"

You grabbed her phone, showing the screen to her to unlock it, automatically recognizing her face– the lock screen slid up, revealing all her apps. You went to spotify and played "C U Girl" by Steve lacy.

"OKAAYYY, MS. INDIE TIK TOKER." Yume said nodding her, jamming to song. It was only going to be a 5 minute drive, or 7 if you guys couldn't find parking. She swerved to the left, leaving her parking space and pulling off. You whipped out your phone and paused your music, rapidly switching to snapchat–you heard yume's loud singing.

"I WANNA SEE YOU GUURRLL, I WANNA PLEASE YOU GIRL....GO AHEAD AND BE YOUR GIRL," This girl was jamming her out heart out, steve lacy was her favorite along with Brent faiyaz and many others.

In response, you started cackling as you hit the record button—swiftly turning over it to the driver. Her black ponytail moving as she sang and motioning her head in all different directions. Eyeing towards your direction she sees the phone and leans towards the camera flashing a smile, moving her head side to side—still singing through the lyrics. Yume returned back to the road as she lightly taps the steering, avoiding the horn of course.

Once the quick little vid was done, you added a caption,

"I swear if we crash😭😭💕"

Your thumb jolted between posting it on your private or public. You decided to post on the public story because why not? The song was over pretty quickly as the next one played.

"Who knew white people had rhythm?!" It was obviously sarcasm. You knew she was half Asian but it was fun always calling out her white side.

"Naaahh, white people don't have any rhythm. What you saw there was my miki matsubara pop out". She eases down her breaks– the traffic light turns red. Miki Matsubara? Oh yeah, it's that woman who sung "stay with me". It was a good song, you were obsessed with the chorus mostly. 

You giggled a bit at her remark, you checked your socials once again.

"If this light doesn-" Yume sentence was cut off by the light turning green. She pressed her foot on the gas and carried on with attending class.

                                  ~~~

Pulling up to the parking lot, yume leaned towards her wheel, searching for a place to park. She slowly went down each isle searching for a vacant lot she could snag. You had your drink in between your lips, you took the last sip and shook the plastic cup trying to get a little more. All you heard was ice rattling against one another, dropping the cup back in the holder. You peer out the window looking at the campus, there were a ton of kids, like a lot. Anxiety began spiking up through your veins, this really is the college life, huh? Maria University. It was a school for literally anything, it was one of the biggest universities in the country as well being highly diverse. Yume would be allll the way on the other side of campus while you're slightly in the middle.

"Uggghhh! I regret not leaving earlier, I don't see any open slots." She whined. This was her 2nd time driving around the parking lot looking for a space.

"I said we should walk but nahhh, you wanted to be lazy and take the car." You rolled your eyes as yume, exaggerating, throwing your hands in the air. But you weren't going to be late on the first day. As the generous queen you are, you aided your roomie with looking a space to park. After analyzing for a few moments, you spotted a space and immediately tapped at the window, pointing towards it. Yume car swerved to the left, sliding right into the parking. Taking her keys out the hole, she grabbed her drink and headed out.

"No leaving trash in my car, miss L/n!"

You grabbed your plastic cup and opened the passenger door.

"Yes ma'am," you opened the backseat and grabbed the two bags and closed the door. Beep yume locked her car. She was sipping her coffee but gave a bitter expression when her sweet drink was watered down because of the ice. You looked at your phone, checking the time:

                             8:38 am

                 Monday, February 18th

                                                               38m ago

Kittykiller27, prettygirlnene liked your photo

                                                               45m ago

[Andyhas]: CRONA BECK started following you and 48 others.

Your phone was blowing up from insta notifications. It was time for class and you weren't sure how long it'll even take you to find your classroom. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you handed yume her own, which she grabbed. You both were speed walking, despite her coffee being ruined she still continued to drink it. It was for the caffeine you guessed. Reaching the sidewalks, it was time to part ways. Yume turned her face towards yours pouting.

"We're leaving each other nooww," she stuck out her bottom lip staring at you. You grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to you. Her arms slithered around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder–giving you a warm hug. You returned the hug by grunting and holding her tightly.

She started giggling and patted your back a few times, you released your grip and she started to jog in the other direction while looking back, waving at you. You waved back hollering a "BYEEEE!" A trash can was next to you so you dumped your empty dunkin' there.

It was now time for your own adventure, to find this damn classroom. You click the play button on your phone's lock screen, "baby powder by Jenevieve began playing. (Play the song whores👩🏾‍💻)

Walking downwards to the left side of campus, you searched for a pair of doors to go inside of. At this moment, you regretted not going to orientation. That day you were busy setting up your website for your makeup line. You haven't released any products yet, but you had plentiful of ideas and themes you wanted to do. Since it was black history month, maybe you'll drop something as simple as a face cream to help clear and brighten up the skin. But you discarded that thought because you weren't anywhere near ready to start your own small business. Plus, you had bigger things to worry about.

Standing in front of double doors, you grab the handles and pulled it back, you stepped inside while students behind you did the same. You came in slowly, admiring the interior. It was hella spacy with paintings and photos hanging along the walls. Students were roaming the hallways going back and forth from classrooms. Most of the students seemed to be in some sort of costume, or they were dressed fairly well like they were models. You didn't know the directions to your designated class, so you took up the courage to ask someone. You turned to search for someone who didn't seem busy, since most people were rushing to class. Finally you laid eyes on q girl leaning against the wall, typing on her phone. She had long pink acrylic nails, her blonde hair tied into a low ponytail, which complimented her pale skin tone. She had a gold nose piercing on the right nostril.

She seemed nice enough, so you decided to approach her.

"Um excuse me, do you know where Mr. Fargo's class is at?"

The blonde girl averted her eyes from her phone, now focusing on you.

"I'm not really sure—um, I believe it's down that way." She pointed to the right of her.

"Mr. Fargo, he's teaches cosmetic right?"

"Yeah," you replied

"Then I think it should be down there." She scrunched her face in a confusing manner, meaning not to take her word for granted. But you couldn't care less, it was worth a try.

"Ight, thank you." You bid her goodbye. Oop. You accidentally switched your lingo. You were used to speaking in AAVE but you knew how to change your tone and wordplay around others who weren't African American. The girl didn't seen to notice so you just continued down the hall.

"Down... here right..? Yeah this is the way," you murmured to yourself while you strut down the hall. Then turned left as the lady told you. You were now at a hall with multiple doors. Out of all them, you forget the most important, class started in five minutes. You looked to the left as your braids swayed with your movement, then searched to the right. You walked down the hallway, stopping at the fifth door on the left. You were hesitant with grabbing the door, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself walking into the wrong room as all eyes are on you. You pulled out your phone and texted yume.

(I did a different message format just in the previous was confusing)

                 colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

       

                        I'm so lost, this is embarrassing.

Lost? What happened

                        

                               Idk where my class is

                             & its starting in a few

You don't know where?? Bruh

Ask someone, im sure they'll help you

                              I did...but she didn't tell me

                                    which class it was😭 all.

she said was "down the hall"

BYEE LMAOO

Uhh

Just open the door you think it is😋       

                      UH- HUH🧏🏾‍♀️ YOU SETTING ME

                               UP FOR FAILURE.

     

       Imagine going into the wrong class and

                 all you see are eyes 👁👁

Girl, half of the people won't even see you again on campus👩🏻‍🏫

If you don't recognize the teacher, try to ask a student close to the door for direction

         Okay, im blaming you if I make a fool.    

                           outta myself 😟

                        Read at 8:43 am

(Play quicksand by SZA rq 👩🏾‍💻)

You decided to take your roomie's advice and pick a class, which you already did.

You dropped your phone back into your jacket pocket and swung open the door–you were prepared for the stares. The classroom was vacant, not even a teacher in sight. Just a bunch of stools and white pull down screens. You saw a few cameras standing in front of these screens. "Was this the photography class or sum?" You mumbled to yourself.

And well, eyes were on you but it wasn't a herd as you expected, just one. Sitting on one of the stools in front of the door, was pale skin boy with long brown hair. It rested at his shoulders, some of it covering his face even. He seemed around 6ft, or 6 ft 2? You couldn't really tell since he was sitting.

He had on some black jeans with a black long sleeve sweatshirt as well with a beige greenish short sleeve unbutton shirt rested on top of it– a long golden key necklace dangled from his chest. His hands were sitting between his lap, you noticed sliver rings on them.(his outfit for people who need help visualizing) The teal eyed boy was also rocking black & white air Jordan 1 retro, literally the same as you.

You screamed internally at how fine this man looked and he had shoe gang? Uggghh. Class been started and you were going to be late on your first because this OBVIOUSLY wasn't your class. You decided to break the awkward silence and speak,

"Hey, um, is this Mr. Fargos class?" You stepped more into the classroom for the brunette male to hear you.

"Wrong one, babe. His class is in a totally different building." A different building?! You wanted to die right there and then, especially after hearing him laugh after his statement. Not just the wrong class but the wrong building? Bye–you're so stupid. His eyes scanned your body, his eyes lingered a bit longer at your shoes–it seems he noticed. A smirk appeared on his lips after finishing his quick outfit interrogation–wait, did he just call you-? I-, yes he did. You tried your best to hide your smile and not react.

"O-ooo, I got it. Thanks" Eren released a small chuckled seeing your reaction, he could tell you were caught up with the little pet name.

"I'll walk you over there." He got off his stool and walked towards your direction.

"I-, nah it's good, I got it." You said in defense not wanting to bother him. He didn't respond and just passed by you, exiting the classroom. He held onto the door, looking at you.

"You coming or no?" He was so nonchalant with it everything. You smiled a bit and walked out the class alongside with him. He released his grip once you were out and started trialing behind you.

You paused for a moment because you didn't know where you were going. You turned back to look at him, he caught on and let out an "ah". He quickly got in front of you as you proceeded behind him.

"So," he said.

"What?" You replied. Why did he start a sentence and not finish it? Was he expecting you to start the conversation, weirdo. You just wanted to get to class l.

"Oo, sassy are we?" He raised a brow.

"What—? boy, say what you wanna say."

Once again, he let out a chuckle, flashing you a small. God, was his laugh attractive.

"You're into makeup and stuff?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I'm into 'makeup and stuff' " You said the last few words in the mocking tone, referring to what he called cosmology.

"That's good, at least I'll be seeing you often."

"Often? Oh, are you in that major also?" You said.

"No...Do you really not know anything?" He made you feel dumb by his response. How were you suppose to know what he meant? You clicked your teeth and started walking ahead. You pushed back the door that lead to another hallway and walked towards the end to push the second door that lead to another building.

The brunette boy watched as you left him behind in the dirt, waiting for the moment you'll turn the wrong corner—so he could tease you about it then correct you.

It wasn't too long till you reached your destination, you both stopped in front of the class's door.

"Well, see you. I hope you don't make snarky remarks to every girl you meet."

"Nah, only you princess." He had a smirk on his face, ooo! You wanted to wipe it off.

You glanced at him and his eyes were already on you, you broke eye contact and reached for the handle.

"Wait–" you whipped your heard back.

"Yeah?"

He cleared his throat

"Name's Eren," you let out a small giggle, did he really just stop you to say his name? Puhleasee. Hearing your laugh, his face brightened up and kept his eyes on you.

"Okay, Eren~. Thank you for walking me, I gotten get to class now."

You opened the door and stepped inside. Eren didn't even get a chance to ask your name. Luckily for him, your major mingled a lot with his own, he could only hope to see you again around campus.

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Authors note: UGHHH, I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT FOR THIS just to pass out a few hours before school started. 🥲 I wasn't even paying attention in English and math class, but hope yall enjoyed <3.

Pt 3

#x reader #attack on titan #eren headcanons #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager #anime #eren yeager x y/n #eren x black reader #eren yeager x you #aot x black reader #eren jeager #eren jaeger x reader #connie springer #aot season 4 #eren smut #fanfic #anime fanfic

[softbtsickies]

Just deal

I said I wasn’t a writer because I wanted to keep this account separate from my Wattpad but I found this old draft that i was never ended up posting on wp but after reading it again Ig it’s not that bad and it’s grown on me a tiny bit so I decided why not. Hope it can be enjoyed <3

*Based on the vid*

♡Sickie: Taehyung

♡Caretaker: no one 😀

♡Tw: emeto, small mention of skipping meals all day and very light fluff and angst (if it can be considered) hurt no comfort, but with sickness instead

Taehyung breathed in deeply while repeating a mental chant of the same affirmation “You’re fine, You’re okay,” over and over again like he was some type of scratched CD, he wasn’t quite sure if it was a breath of convincing himself into a false relief or to push down the ever climbing pressure in his esophagus. He found it was best to nervously fiddle with the beading and cuffs of his sleeves as an act of ignorance to the feeling of a wave of stomach acid crashing inside him likewise to bubbling ocean, as it had been doing all day. Taehyung had made it through many concerts having an ‘upset tummy’ without upchucking all over the place, and he was determined to keep that track record running, even if it meant having to survive the day on a tiny amount of water and the littlest human interaction he had in years to preserve energy and to refrain from having his mouth open long enough for his stomach to take the window of opportunity to reject everything when talking. He moved onto rubbing his sweaty hands against his stage pants while the stylist continued to prick and prod at him, everything churning inside him picked up in pace as he realised how close the concert was getting to opening. The stylist finally backed away from him, at the same time one of the stage crew stood behind him looking at the both of them in the mirror. Taehyung straightened his posture up as much as he could to show the worker had his attention (there definitely being no ulterior motive of trying to stop the compression of his tummy.) “You coming out or staying in here to get some rest before the opening number?” Taehyung looked at himself one more time in the mirror, the stage make up perfectly covering his lack of wellness. “I’ll...” he had to clamp his mouth shut to sallow the airy belch that left the familiar taste of the last time he was sick in his mouth. He knew it would raise more concern and questions to stay behind instead of meeting up with his brothers, but the thought of being around seven noisy members and even louder workers made his head spin. He didn’t need to add a headache on top of a sour stomach. “I think I’ll just stay here for a while, thank you.” He could feel the air from swallowing flutter in his stomach again, to his luck, it not releasing any noise until after the stylist and crew worker left the green room. He waited till the door had been shut for a good ten seconds before scrunching one side of his face with a pained “ohhh,” hunching over to wrap his arms around his stomach. The organ curdled loudly under his hand when he put it under his shirt to rub away the nausea. He looked at himself one more time, his face now morphed into a hurt pouted, and he raised to his feet. One finale attempt to feel better, he gently tapped on his belly to get one more burp out in hopes to ease the tension inside and made his way to find his spot backstage.

Pretending he was fine while performing was something that years of experience helped him perfect, but it never stopped the constant panic that at any moment would end up puking in front of thousands of the viewing eye, this could not be his next viral moment. His tummy had been quietly gurgling under the music the whole performance, and he probably was noticeably sloppy even laggy during the choreography sections, but apparently luck had favoured him as, soon enough, the lights dimmed, calling for a short break and instead of following the rest of his members to the green room, he changed his way to the bathroom instead and locked himself into the first stall in there. Tae stood over the toilet, hand massaging his stomach again until it made a sick rumble at the bottom of his middle, travelling upwards, making the floor of his mouth pool with saliva. Now being seconds away from vomiting, he realised his two bug mistakes of the day. Number one being the regret of not telling anyone. Why does he always play this game? Why doesn’t he bury the insecurity of opening up about his sickness and stop messing everything up when he finally gets caught?Questioning himself leads to the yearning of wanting someone to hold his hair, maybe pat his back or rub his tummy until and tell him everything is fine, it turns his eyes damp. The other mistake, not being revealed until his throat is starting to close and open up while his breathing is becoming more rapid and uncontrollable. It hits Taehyung that he had gotten away without eating a bite the whole day and now that his body thinks there’s something to expel, all it has to work with is plain vile. “Oh uh.” He hiccups into his fist, stomach finally jerking. Leaving no time to ponder on any more regrets, his body forced him to bend at the waist while something acidic poured out of his mouth. The second wave came with no warning and this time his legs stumbled to hold him up and a hand slammed onto the wall to keep his balance. Having a quick break, Taehyung rushed to his knees, one arm gripping the bowl the other hugging himself while his belly began to clench, looking for anything else it can bring up. He went through a couple more rounds of productivity until it was physical impossible to vomit anything else up. There was still a heavy churning inside him, and he knew this was just the beginning, however there wasn’t time to cry about how much pain the ordeal caused him or to get his breathing back to normal. From the bathroom he could still hear the cheers of thousands of army waiting to see him again. He would have to and pretend everything was fine, even if his voice would probably sound like shit from burning with acid.

He would just have to deal.

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #sick!taehyung #Guess how many times i reuse the same 5 words #Like i said it’s not the best #not sure why i saw that vid and was just like hmm #✨Nausea ✨

[waumpel]

ADHD STUDY TIPS

I have adhd. I'm taking all online classes this semester for college. Somehow, I'm not failing. Here's what I do that works for me!

1. I have an alarm that makes me do math every morning to turn it off, it's called Alarmy! 📚

2. It also plays a different loud sound every day from random-- I have several hundred(?) ringtones downloaded from Zedge, things like songs from shows I like or Pokemon cries or MBMBAM lines, and this helps me wake up to a different sound I'm bound to like which my brain can't get used to (and then ignore). I highly suggest godzilla roars if you need to be startled awake. 📚

3. This is SUPER HARD but I always try to force myself to sit up in bed when I'm turning off my alarm or checking my phone or whatever, so I'm not tempted to pass out again. I also like to get up and loudly tell my cats "good morning" so I wake us both up 📚

4. PLEASE STOP EATING CEREAL AND BAGELS AND STUFF. You would not BELIEVE the difference it makes when you eat things like fruits and eggs in the morning. NO MORE 10AM NAPS, I'M WATCHING YOU 📚

5. I literally schedule in Duolingo time. If you aren't learning a language you can do some other enriching activity like this, idk. I force myself to do it on my computer, not phone, so I can't lay down in bed when I'm doin it. I have a 101-day streak!! 📚

6. ik this isn't available to everyone but SPACE MATTERS SO MUCH!! I got a gaming desk that we put in our living room and I do ALL of my homework there. I also got a second monitor for my laptop with is SOOOO important if you're multitasking (and we all are, bc we're adhders ibdusvcjkn) 📚

7. HAND WRITE YOUR NOTES!!! I know this is super hard for many people-- I have carpal tunnel so I get it lmao. If you can't, at least type them. YOU THINK YOU CAN MEMORIZE INFO BUT YOU'RE WRONG!! Please write as much as you can i swear it will change ur life 📚

8. COLOURED! PENS!!! These changed the game for me y'all. I take all my notes in at least 2 colours, and I cycle through them a lot. My favs are Pilot Frixions because u can erase them :) (the highlighters are epic too) 📚

9. Make your space fun, but NOT DISTRACTING. I have a plant (his name is Yoshi) and a desk Godzilla (his name is Godzilla) on my desk, but they're out of the way so I can't zone out starin at em. But also, when I'm bored outta my gourd, I can smile at Yoshi and tell him how my day is goin :] 📚

10. SNACKING BAD *BUT*... sometimes i do it anyway... i try to associate certain foods with subjects, like I eat cocoa M&Ms (which are awesome) when I'm reading my Kaqchikel textbook. On the upside, I think it helps me recall Kaqchikel better? but also the language makes me crave mnms adkldigurvn 📚

11. LISTEN TO... CERTAIN MUSIC. I have learned that music with words, even in LANGS I DO NOT KNOW, is HELL for my adhd. Right now I'm listening to stuff like "Pokemon and Chill" (lofi album on YT), Studio Ghibli violin covers, and Night on Bald Mountain 5x on repeat ibjnvc.... I highly suggest songs/videos that are, like, 20+ minutes or else you'll get distracted with the constant change. Also, that No One's Around To Help 1hr vid is REALLY REPETITIVE and therefore PERFECT for when I'm reading textbooks. 📚

12.  EVERY NIGHT... i make a super detailed timetable schedule for the next day, down to the half hour. I don't always follow it but it's a really good reminder of what I gotta do. I write it on a whiteboard but sometimes I also write it on a sticky note and on social media so I don't forget. To do lists are so epic you guys 📚

13. THIS HAS SAVED MY L I F E: at the beginning of the semester I looked at ALL of my syllabi and wrote down EVERY daily task, test, homework, etc BY DATE. this is essentially a premade to do list EVERY DAY for MONTHS and oh my gosh it is the best thing I have ever done. 📚

14. I use the Forest app to track my productivity AND lock me out of apps ndsjv... podomoro timers work well too!!! 📚

15. Ok so for me this is like... a religious thing bc my Patron (my God) is a deity of fire AND working, but I like to light a candle (scented like FALL!!) and do a little prayer on it and I have it next to me when I'm workin on terrible, terrible homework. It helps me feel like my Patron is here with me, but also it’s GREAT for grounding and I can just kinda. Stare blankly at the flame and then get back to tryin to focus. 📚

16. Please drink water lmao, to make sure I drink enough I set little goals like "take a sip after every paragraph you read" 📚

17. Each of my classes has a different coloured notebook which I'm consistent with! Like, all my German notebooks through the years have been green! Also I take notes w green pens a lot in Deutsch 📚

18. HELLA STICKY NOTES... I put em on the bottom of my monitor, on a shelf by my desk, in my books as bookmarks (bad idea lol), on Yoshi. When I wanna go look up something random but I need to focus, I like to write it down on sticky notes to look at later. 📚

19. I'm the most annoying student ever. I like to do a bunch of assignments at once so I don't have to budget my time later, so I'll turn in like 5 things in an hour and then NOTHING for a week. ALSO i email my teachers constantly if I have any questions at all. I work at a pace that works for me!!! 📚

20. I turn off my sound on my phone until I'm done with work bc otherwise I WILL open that notification 📚

22. I make a loooot of chai (and also some overpriced herbal teas). It makes me feel fancy, it's better for me than coffee, and it helps me ground and focus! Plus it's a samefood! 📚

23. Hyperfixating on classic literature would be awesome, except I'm hyperfixating on Gothic and I'm taking a lit class for More Than Just Gothic. But I'm figuring out ways to connect them, which is really helpful, cause I get to enjoy my hyperfixation while learning for school! PLZ TRY TO DO THIS (harder when you're hyperfixating on godzilla :pensivecowboy:) 📚

21. When I have extra time I write my notes like I'm plannin to put em on Tumblr and taggin em as #darkacademia... I never post my notes, but when they look nice it's easier for me to look over em later. Plus it takes me longer to write so I remember it a lil better!! 📚

24. I'm in an awesome academia + studyspo server!! We sometimes study together on call and it's SUCH a good motivator! Here's an invite link if u wanna join, we are nice https://discord.gg/fjuX7TN (this wasn’t meant to be a promo post I just really like this group lol) 📚

OK I hope that helps!!! Feel free to add more if you have any tips that work for you :) Neurotypicals, feel free to RB respectfully!

(pics are: syllabus list, daily schedule, Yoshi the plant, and some fancy notes)

#studyspo #studying #studyblr #study breaks #study tips #study motivation #adhd #adhd study tips #adhd studyblr #long post #dark acadamia aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #grey academia #chaotic academia #actually neurodiverse #actuallynd #academia

[auradeestrella]

that au where luke is the prince of alderaan and din is his bodyguard; but they have to attend a gala.

(the song for this is la valse d’amélie version otchestra live ! check the replies for the vid that inspired me)

“luke, you are the prince. you have to be there”, leia said softly, looking with fond eyes at her brother, who was busy walking around their garden, accompanied by his bodyguard, din, who seemed interested in the conversation, but wouldn’t express why.

luke sighed, softly caressing one of his plants, and looked at his sister with his blue bright eyes contrasting the green at his back, “you know how i feel about this things, leia. i don’t feel comfortable surrounded by people who just want power”, he talked with patience, he always used his soft voice with her and din wondered how would it feel to listen to that voice while he gave you a hug.

leia looked at him with her big puppy eyes and luke knew he couldn’t say no after that, just rolling his eyes and smiling at her.

“today we have to try on our clothes for it. i know you hate events like this and wearing something fancy, but we have to”, she caressed luke’s hair, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead, “thank you for this.”

luke groaned, making a mess of leia’s hair with his hand, before turning to din for a moment, and his eyes lighted up when he had an idea, “din is coming with me, we’ll get him something too... and maybe something for grogu! a little suit!”, he said with a big smile, and din couldn’t say no to that soft eyes.

leia laughed a little, accepting with a nod, “okay then. we’ll see you there, din”, and luke knew that his sister was aware of his little crush.

din looked at luke with a tilt of his head, “why would you do that?, you know i’m not a big fan of people with that power and stupidness”, he groaned, letting a laugh escape from luke’s moth, before he grabbed din by the arm, starting to walk by the hallway of the garden, surrounded by sunflowers and lilacs, and other flowers that din had no idea about but luke spent hours in them, so he knew they were important.

everything that luke cares about is important to din.

when the time came and it was noon, the trio were set in a room, full of different clothing, and din felt so out of place looking at the jewelry, every single piece looked like it was made for royalty only, but he knew they would look good on luke’s and leia skins, they were made for this; to be surrounded by stuff that were not even close to what they actually deserved.

luke looked at every suit in front of him, his hand reaching out to feel the soft fabrics around his skin, but a soft frown was on his face and din knew why.

din had known luke for a little over six months, sometimes they would talk until sunrise and he would cover luke with soft blankets when he would fall asleep on his couch, because he apparently loves going to din’s room at night and just cuddle with his son, grogu, while at it.

he learned that luke didn’t necessarily felt that masculinity was being serious, quiet, and using normal, boring clothes. he felt masculine when he had nail paint (he still didn’t knew how to call it) and some shiny, soft robe.

din was mesmerized by it, by seeing luke being so graceful on his clothing and that little shine in his eyes.

so he clearly knew that luke wasn’t interested in that boring, tasteless suits. they were grey, or black. the most different one was red, almost wine–like. and it was still not enough to make the beauty of luke pop up.

din walked towards the dresses that would be meant for leia, his eyes seeking for something soft, classy and beautiful through the helmet, and his head tilt when he saw it was everything that leia needed to know what was going through his mind. she smiled, and nodded when din looked at her, asking for her permission to take it.

he did, carrying the fabric carefully, and letting it sit on top of the couch where he was sitting moments before, catching the blonde’s attention.

“it’s a beautiful dress, din. i’m sure leia will look amazing”, but the smile on his face felt almost... painful. there was the desire of having it under his eyes, and his hands were nervously intertwined.

there was a comfortable silence when din carried it again, grabbing it by the top and putting it against luke’s body, analyzing how the almost—lilac–but–fading–blue looked against the golden hair and how his eyes seemed to be a nebulous surrounded by stars.

luke’s eyes always looked at din softly, sometimes the blue appearing to be more grey-lish, but they were still bright blue when the sun fell and the moonlight was the only thing that provided light into the room.

din got carried away.

“this dress isn’t made for leia”, his voice sounded so soft, so warm and peaceful, like the whisper of a forgotten love against your cheek, “i’ll get a matching bow tie”, and that was everything that luke needed to laugh.

he wondered... why does din feels so familiar? and why he knows him so well?

maybe... they were meant to know each other.

luke’s hands caressed the fabric delicately, feeling warm inside his chest.

when the sun was coming down, the gala started. it was full of people and aliens from all over the galaxy, and everyone was dressed up in some fancy clothes that made din felt like throwing up on his helmet.

but hey, he couldn’t ruin his look that was basically his armor polished with a “baby blue” (according to leia) bow tie. he completely denied the request of wearing anything that wasn’t his armor and helmet. he felt safe there.

even when he heard cara’s laugh, knowing she was making fun of him for even trying to look fancy-lish.

“you got to be kidding me. a mandalorian using a bow tie?”, she said dramatically, covering her mouth with her hand and din just rolled his eyes while laughing softly.

“you look good too, cara”, he greeted, though he didn’t lie; the suit looked good on his friend.

“i can’t believe they made the bodyguards use suits and shit. leia made me try on six different suits and four dresses. i almost lost my shit”, she said quietly, while her eyes were focused on her only concern; the princess and general.

“luke didn’t even tried to make me try on a suit. he just... gave up”, he said softly, his helmet tilting to the side when talking, until he heard a lot of gasping coming from everyone’s mouth, making him grab the blaster on his hip until his eyes focused in the direction everyone was looking at; he felt his heart melt.

going down the stairs there was luke, looking ethereal on his dress and tiara (leia made him wear that). at first, he wasn’t sure how to react; everyone seemed... impressed to say the least. din was defensive, searching for any sort of insult towards luke to put that person or alien down. no one was allowed to talk badly about the person that gave him a home, and treated him like a friend instead of his employee.

din started walking towards the stairs, reaching out his hand so luke would grab it while he reached the last steps, he felt heavy under his armor, his heart was beating so fast that he could feel it on the back of his neck.

“how do i look?”, luke’s voice was quiescent, even when the room was full of people that seemed to talk so, so much, his voice was still soft as silk.

“you look like... i would ask your hand to dance”, din tilted his head, and luke could see his own blushing face in the helmet’s reflection, but that did not stopped him from intertwining his own fingers with din’s, giving him a side smile.

“i’ll take your offer, then. let’s dance, shall we?”, and din would swear luke could see his face burning red inside the helmet.

but that wasn’t going to stop him from dancing with the person that seemed to create peace at every step he takes, so din just nodded, walking with the prince by his side, everyone moving so they could get a space just for them.

luke made a little bow, which din immediately copied, gaining a soft laugh that felt like heaven. his gloved hands ended up on luke’s waist and the other intertwined with his fingers, beginning to make steps with the motion of the music helping him. he sucked at dancing, but he didn’t necessarily felt like that when luke spinned over his heels, giving him one of those light smiles that made his heart skip a bit.

and even when the blonde was nervous, he felt so safe and warm in din’s arms, even when the stare of all people and species were in them, watching the couple dance away into their own universe where all they could see and feel was the other’s feelings. luke’s soft dress moved gently against the wind, making every step and movement seem delicate and din could swear, little stars and sparkles were coming off him.

“i asked cara for a dancing lesson so i wouldn’t embarass you”, he said softly, pulling luke closer by his hip before pulling away, and luke laughed, before he tenderly caressed his arm.

“so you were looking forward to dancing with me, huh?”, by the teasing tone in his voice but the gentle look at his eyes, din knew he couldn’t deny that. he was indeed waiting for this moment; where he and luke’s hands were together as they spinned, grabbing him by the waist when the golden hair back was against his chest.

“i always look forward to being this close to you, luke”, he whispered against his cheek, before turning away and making him spin one last time, pressing him chest-to-chest when he pressed his own helmet against the other’s forehead, carefully so he wouldn’t move his tiara.

and everything else vanished when luke pressed a soft, tender, bright kiss against his visor.

#din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian au #luke skywalker #dinluke #skydalorian #grogu #baby yoda