#so it kinda works vice versa. sometimes noise can make moves

[kicktwine]

wanted to ask, could we get a look in to how you put together your animatics?? I've been toying with the idea of trying to make one of my own, but I've got no idea where to start

oh yeah totally

though to be fair, a HUGE chunk of my time is spent listening to about 20 seconds of a song and imagining how the images move around like a little movie, and I refine a ton of stuff in my head before starting to actually put scenes down on paper. This happens with non-music boarding too, imagining different versions of how the scenes line up with dialogue/music. So step one: put a song on repeat and daydream for at least two hours. But, if you aren’t sure how to do this, I’d suggest looking at animatics, MAP projects, AMVs, animated musicals, fight scenes, etc. what do they do that’s cool? Imitate them.

after that, I have most of the main images with some blank spots im not sure how to fill until I put them down. I make something like this and get the compositions of each main image looking more or less okay in this form. This is also the stage I figure out the in between blank spots. I try not to have weird camera moves or other storyboarding don’ts, but some storyboarding donts are completely valid to break if you know what you want aesthetically. As usual. This one was actually pretty clean, but check out all the framing edits. i always have to make the frame bigger

If you really don’t know what goes in between things, don’t be afraid to focus on some little details of the scene, pull out and show us the setting, put some flowery symbolism on screen, give us some fun little comedic anime inserts, or do what cowboy standoffs do and build tension. What we used to do was draw paws stepping across the screen or eyes blinking, lol

next comes audio sync! I like to get the timing extant on copies of these rough thumbnails before moving on. It helps my brain work through smaller more animated movements + testing if the things I came up with for the blank spots work. and also just makes it happy. And also, most importantly, it tests if the compositions work. If you can see it, the whole sequence with mom was a blank spot until I sketched it. I usually do this step in roughanimator even if i don’t finish it in roughanimator. Keeps it very rough.

after this is just a lot of polishing and layers! For lots of small animatics, I just use roughanimator and leave it like that. It’s surprisingly good for a very basic program. But, for things that need tweens or lots of camera movement, I use toon boom harmony. It’s more powerful and is actually supposed to be used for animation, which. Yknow. I do. I tried storyboard pro, it wasn’t my favorite.

Here are some, I guess, miscellaneous more technical tips for making your animatics feel nice!

If you’re going for lots of movement, try out timing it so big movements or scene transitions line up with the spikes in the audio WAV. If it doesn’t feel right, move it a few frames BEFORE the spike/audio beat. Your brain usually wants to see something move barely before it hears it - this works for dialogue especially. BUT! Don’t feel like you have to do this for every beat. unless you want to feel like Wes Anderson, which you can do and I will not stop you.

If you’re going for something slower with not that much movement, try motion tweening! or adjusting something very slowly so we don’t linger on one still image for forever.

you don’t need crazy camera angles for everything, but put a few in there for spice. This all depends on your mood you want to cultivate. Slow = flatter, spacious, details; fast = lots of moves, weird angles, perspective; disorienting = slow/jerky weird angles etc etc. the camera has emotions built into it. Because the camera is you! surprise!

watch storyboarding tutorials. lots of people zoom in too much when they draw and I am not excluded. Also, keep in mind the eyesight rule. It’s hard for me to explain concisely but… you as the artist are always leading the viewers eye somewhere, with every shot you make. Don’t make them dizzy by having the center of attention jump around to six different spots for six shots straight - if you find yourself unhappy with a sequence, especially a fast one, see if your line of sight is going all over the place and try moving the subject of a shot or two somewhere else or having them move/gesture towards the new shot’s focal point so the viewers eye moves there naturally. I’m actually not great at doing this when words/lyrics are involved, pmv makers have my respect.

contrast is your friend. If you want to emphasize a big fast move or big bright image, put little slow moves or simple images right before/after it. and vice versa! this counts for camera too!

easy camera shakes are just 3-4 frames of cam down/up/down less/up less, a blank tween or two (easing back into normal), and then a key for your desired normal camera location. Or left/right, whichever.

your brain needs about six frames to fully register an object as being an object. If you want someone to see and really See it, rather than just get a glimpse of it and go "What was that!" It needs more than six frames.

don’t be afraid to experiment!!!!!! And don’t get overwhelmed! Everything I just described I MOSTLY do off instinct, which you’ll get a sense for after you make one. Or like…. Ten. Does it feel good in your heart? Then that’s what’s important. Find an idea you want to make move, figure out your limits (programs, attention span, drawing capability, make sure not to commit to a minute long amv if you dont KNOW you wanna do a minute long amv), and plan around that. When I was A Child, people on youtube were just making like three amvs per second and cringe hadn’t been invented yet so they were all mostly untrained unpolished and so so important and based to me. Stop thinking so hard about it. You gotta get that animatic out there into the world or it’ll start fermenting in your brain and make you sick. So what if it doesn’t turn out exactly the way you imagined it? You’ll have another idea tomorrow. And if it matters that much, you can always do it again. Go make! Good luck!

#long post #haha sorry! That turned into more of a tutorial which I hope is what you wanted #i dont know how to do edits; honestly; but thats not what you asked. a very cool form of video making! no clue how to do it well #ask #anon #hmm for the eyesight rule #dont misunderstand -- dialogue over the shoulder shot a/ shot b style are not 'jumping around' #i mean like something moves on the LEFT and then the next shot has something spinning down from the TOP to the BOTTOM and then the next #you have something on the LEFT again moving UP #yknow? #idk if hearing gifs counts as synesthesia but silent moving things make noise in my head #so it kinda works vice versa. sometimes noise can make moves

[rotshop]

help girl i just woke up and im already thinking abt mag s/o again. anyway please consider ;

[ tw body horror, some brief light gore and violence ]

[ note ; reader is SLIGHTLY described. the only thing mentioned is that they have a noticeable, identifying scar on their face

hank + mag s/o

-he knew you even before the boombox incident. he doesn't even really remember how you two first met, he just remembers that you started talking to him and then just kinda kept coming back. at first he wasn't the biggest fan of you since he was 'doing just fine on his own,' but...he admittedly was already really attached to you. they've never been much of a talker and that's especially noticeable to you at that point in time but ,,, they respond enough with signing, nodding / shaking their head, or the occasional speaking that you're able to carry some conversations pretty well.

-he doesn't really. have. a lot of people in his life. you're really his only real close friend, it's kinda hard for him to fully wrap his head around it so !! they chose not to, instead focusing more-so on whatever it was you were rambling to them about that day.

-not super sure of where to put this lmao but ummm ehe . he's actually surprisingly touchy with you????? like. you've hung out at his house a few times and he just like. you'll start out sitting next to each other and you'll end up either laying with your head on their chest or vice versa . its . a little funny . you tease him about it a little and he just flicks your shoulder. also traces your scar a lot if you'll let them, they're not entirely sure why they do it, they just . like asking you about it occasionally.

-also you have scary dog privileges. they might look like any other grunt at that point but they're still tall as fuck and idk man !! something abt getting a blank stare from someone who towers over u would probably make u shut up and mind ur own damn business.

-again, he's not super good at fully recognizing / acknowledging certain thoughts and feelings of his but . yknow. he can definitely tell he at least worries about you a lot more than he would some other grunt he just met. he can definitely tell there's a reason he doesn't mind you touching him, whether by grabbing his hand to go show him something or just placing a hand on his shoulder or arm (most likely arm, again. hes tall. ). they can definitely tell there's a reason that they find themself genuinely enjoying your interactions.

-after the park thing you don't see them for a long time. everytime you try and call him the lines dead, everytime you try and ask others about him you just get choice words, all in all you're pretty much lost on the entire thing. sure, you know what happened but . it just never sits right with you. it doesn't help whenever people ask questions about them or give you wary looks because of your association, half steps back when you take one forward.

-anyway. yeah nevada goes to shit and you get magnified for the aahw. by now you just. don't really talk about hank. surprisingly, you have a little more of your old memories than the average mag !! congrats. problem is they're all foggy enough that you only really distantly decipher them. lmao. you aren't super high on the ladder but you're a pretty tough mag to beat. you're well known enough that other mags tend to hang around you when there's not much else going on. v2 mags especially think it's fun to mess around with you by jumping on your back or otherwise clinging onto you . idk man u've got like . a little family here .

-at one point or another there's an outing youre on that ends up going wrong. you get split up from the rest of your unit and are forced to hide out in some old abandoned building while you wait for backup. you're a little too injured to try and walk all the way back, a heavy gash on your side preventing you from doing too much in the moment. when you hear heavy steps on concrete you're able to give some sort of noise of relief, turning your head to look over your shoulder at whichever agent in your group had finally found you-

-you're instead met with red goggles and the end of a gun.

-any kind of relief is snatched away, you know damn well who it is by just the bit you can see in the dark alone. even standing in the shade between two windows (one of which you were sitting by, probably how they seen you in the first place- if that's the case though, it's a little weird they hadn't just shot at you through it.) you knew it was him. you're already stumblingly forcing yourself up to as much of your full height as you can manage, taking some kind of defensive position even as one of your hands ghosts over your gash. the throbbing pain of it and the feeling of blood sticking and running down your skin is enough that you can't seem to focus on the fact that he won't stop staring at your face.

-it doesn't take long before your legs seem to fail you, forcing you forward a bit as you kneel in some sort of attempt to keep upright. you're too busy hissing under your breath and screwing your eyes shut in pain as your hand covers your side to notice your company stepping forwards. you're snapped back to attention when there's a hand on your face, fingertips digging into your skin as they yank your head down a little further. you know you should be grabbing him, that you should be digging your claws into his torso and ripping him clean in half, throwing whatevers left aside and leaving. you know thats what you were told to do, what you were told they deserved anyway. yet, you aren't. instead, you're just giving some warning growl as you stare at them. you notice how the end of the gun is pointed away from you, how their touch seems to outline the mark on your face.

-"If you try and hurt me, I'll kill you." That's the only real heads up you get before he's crouching down and shoving your hand out of the way, grabbing something from his pocket to get to work on you. you don't fail to notice how little attention they're paying to you (aside from the focus on your wound, of course), that you could just rush forward and slam them into the ground if you really wanted.

-ok im skippin g ahead bc this is already way too goddamn long for hcs DEJWJCS

-anyway. it's a complicated relationship for a while. the others tend to avoid you a little but he just keeps showing up around you. they keep staring at you and just hanging around in your general area. it's not that much of an irritant if you ignore all the weird emotions and thoughts it keeps bringing to the forefront of your mind, forcing you to once again try and meddle with your memories.

-eventually he just starts walking over to you and sitting down next to you. sometimes he doesn't say anything at all, just sitting there and seeming to wait for one thing another- he never seems to find whatever that is, as he always gets up and leaves without a word at some point or another. then they start talking, its just little things at first, point-blank statements you can't say much on. sometimes they're just saying they and the other three will be gone for a bit othertimes it's some half-demand to let them look at the stitches they did on you (semi-related, he's not good at them. the stitches are pretty rough. at one point or another sanford has to redo them properly lmao)

-but then there's one particular night. they do the normal thing, come over, sit down next to you, not say a word. this time though you note how they're facing you. instead of some reminder or a demand for anything, he's pulling his ask down and asking a simple question. 'What do you remember?'

-it's a long conversation. he's talking more than he normally would by a long shot, occasionally stopping whenever his words seem to especially fail him and get stuck in his throat. you don't even really remember moving around, or even him pulling you in any way, you just know you somehow end up laying next to him with your head on his chest.

-whenever the memories do seem to click into place, it's hard. you have a lot of choice words for them yourself, months of being left alone without a word bubbling up with a vengeance, they listen to them. while some mags (such as yourself) do have the ability to speak, the san and dei don't think they've ever heard one with that much emotion in their voice. they've especially never seen a mag just break down like you do, they're both tensing up a little from their far away spot when hank's walking closer to you. instead of you lashing out or swiping at him though, you just sit there while he wraps his arms around you (as best as he can at least, it's a little difficult but he's able to get them around your neck and reach his other hand behind you well enough). you're eventually doing the same to him, though it's more so just your hands resting on their back.

-it takes a good while for proper trust to be rebuilt along with an honest, proper explanation from hank that only you're privy to. eventually though, there's enough trust that you're able to hang around him again without narrowly avoiding an argument or anything. they don't like being super affectionate or 'vulnerable' in front of the other two, so most times they prefer being in your or their room. also they're still touchy lmao, doesn't help that you're mag sized now and so they just want to hold you . its hard to explain, he's never been super affected by others heights and even when he is it's usually a negative thing for him but . for some reason . he just likes being shorter / smaller than you lol ,,,,,,,, hope you like holding them a lot bc that's what you're gonna be doing

-holy shit these are long so . i think .i am going to stop here.

#hank j wimbleton x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom imagines #madness combat imagines #rot writes #hank 'jmy s/o is twice my size and could turn me into a fine wine if they really wanted to and i love them for it' wimbleton

[multiplefandomsblog]

Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi sfw and nsfw headcannons

desc; NSFW and SFW head-canons of a polyamorous relationship with Shuichi and Kokichi.

warnings; unedited, polyamory, angst, fluff, cussing, SFW and NSFW, F!Reader, they are all living together, praise kink, crying, begging, kokichi has a master kink, brats, brat taming, shuichi has an aural kink exhibitionism kinda? minor dumbification, overstimulation, rough sex, mentions of spanking, pegging, oral(m & f receiving)

Request; (Danganronpa) I don’t use Tumblr that much so I apologize if this is a bad ask but could you write Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi SFW and NSFW head-canons (or imagines whatever’s easier)? I don’t know if you do personality types but if you do could you just make them a tall Fuyuhiko? If that makes sense, fem! Or GN! Pronouns preferably but I don’t mind either. Thank you and it’s fine if you cannot do this

≈SFW≈

◊ Shuichi would mostly be the one to take care of the two of you.

◊ He’s like the housewife or mom of the three of you, you two being his babies.

◊ These are just my head-canons but- I think Shuichi’s love language would be words of affirmation, while Kokichi’s would be quality time.

◊ By quality time I mean, well, pranks.

◊ I think Shuichi would need to hear actual words come out your mouths to be 100% sure of something. So when you two say something simple like, an “I love you.” before a call ends or before going to bed, he would feel lovesick. 

◊ He thinks about it for the rest of the day with a small pink tint on his cheeks(aw).

◊ Kokichi loves pranks almost as much as he loves the two of you. As silly as it sounds, it makes him feel cared for when the two of his loves aid him in pranking. It’s as if you three were a team, a triple threat.

◊ It makes him feel as if you two truly loved him enough to do evil shit like this with him.

◊ I think Kokichi would be a pretty clingy boyfriend, any time he sees one of you, he would immediately pounce on you.

◊ Kokichi is one for PDA, Shuichi is not. I feel like since he already has anxiety, he wouldn’t want to attract any attention to himself. Kokichi doesn’t care, he encourages people to look at the 3 of you. As if trying to communicate with everyone, “They are mine, touch them and get your fucking fingers bitten off.” 

◊ Kokichi would call you ‘Thing #1’ and Shuichi ‘Thing #2’ just to fuck with you two.

◊ Kokichi loves fucking with you especially, he enjoys your reactions to his pranks and teases. You’re his favourite victim for him; Your tsundere personality, just a cherry on top.

◊ You and Shuichi both enjoy picking Kokichi up at random times, just to annoy him and fluster him. He’d be talking shit to someone, and you would just swoop in and throw his small body over your shoulder. 

◊ Shuichi would pick Kokichi up when he saw that he was bothering someone, muttering a small apology before walking off with an angry gremlin in his arms.

◊ I think something Shuichi is afraid of, is every time he leaves you two to go somewhere, he’s afraid that might be the last time he sees you two. So before leaving, he always makes sure he kisses both of you goodbye, no matter what. 

◊ During arguments he would stay calm and collected, trying to understand your guys’ perspectives whilst explaining his. But if one of you decided to storm out, he would instantly panic and act fast. He would always stop you and pull you into a hug. No matter how much the other struggled, he wouldn’t let go. He’s so scared of losing one of you ever since the killing game, he doesn’t want to leave you two with something you, Kokichi or he himself didn’t mean to say.

◊ Though if one of you did need some healthy space, he would let you two go but not without a hug or any type of sign that you two still loved him no matter what.

◊ He hates holding grudges. If you and Kokichi decide to be stubborn and hold a grudge against him, he’ll apologize even if he knows it wasn’t his fault. He’d throw away his pride if it meant you two weren’t mad at him anymore.

◊ you and kokichi would sit on the couch together, playing multiplayer games(fortnite-) while cuddling each other. Sometimes Kokichi would be resting on your chest and vice versa.

◊ Shuichi would catch the two of you cuddling on the couch, sound asleep after playing games and his heart would do an oopsie.

◊ No, scratch that. Several oopsies.

◊ seeing you two like that makes him realize that there is no limit to how much he loves the two of you.

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the big spoon cuddling Shuichi while Shuichi cuddled you. 

◊ slight nsfw here! unless shuichi had topped kokichi prior to cuddling, then he would be the little spoon, Kichi being too tired to wrap his arms around Shuichi.

◊ being sandwiched between the two of his loves, nowhere else he’d rather be.

≈NSFW≈

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the whiniest, most disobedient brat.

◊ He claims he’s a top, but we all know he’s lying(as always).

◊ I head-canon Kokichi, a switch with a bottom lean(the times he tops are exhilarating but unfortunately, rare).

◊ He’d constantly rile you or Shuichi up, all because he wanted you to make him sob, beg, and break. 

◊ If Shuichi told him too, he would pound you into the mattress as he knew Shuichi was watching, only encouraging him more.

◊ Kokichi loves when your usual cold demeanour fades away as you moan out from how good he’s doing you. 

◊ The way you three would have sex would be, either Shuichi fucks Kokichi from behind while Kokichi struggles not to cream inside your pussy, or Shuichi pounds you while you suck Kokichi off. 

◊ There are many many variations you three try.

◊ Sometimes you would top the both of them if you somehow gained dominance over the two.

◊ You would get yourself off in front of them as they drooled to get the smallest taste of your dripping cunt. Dominating the both of them by using your pussy as bait.

◊ Sometimes, you would take out the strap and pound into Shuichi as he sucked Kokichi’s dick, resulting in him screaming into Kokichi’s cock.

◊ Shuichi would truly be the cutest sub.

◊ On rare occasions, if Kokichi finds out you two fucked without him, he would top the hell out of both of you. 

◊ He would get Shuichi to eat you out as he dicked Shuichi until he was begging for him to stop. 

◊ You’d be pleasantly surprised from how long Kokichi can hold out for. 

◊ He would torture Shuichi by riding his soft overstimulated dick, as you rid Shuichi’s face, 5 orgasms in. Shuichi would be crying and wincing from the violent bouncing on his oversensitive dick.

◊ If they are both in the topping mood, they’d fuck you from both holes until you were trembling. Those times being your favourite. 

◊ Yes, you had a limp for the next few days, but it was worth it.

◊ During the rare times Kokichi tops, he enjoys being called master.

◊ If you or Shuichi refuse to call him that, oh ho ho, you’ll learn to regret it.

◊ Sooner or later, you’re both screaming master desperately; You two looked like blubbering idiots with tears running down your faces.

◊ Sometimes, if Shuichi decides you two have been bad enough, he wouldn’t let you two cum for a week. He’d just fuck you until your orgasm came up and pull away to finish himself.

◊ But if you beg hard enough, Shuichi might take mercy on the both of you. 

◊ After some spankings, of course.

◊ I think Shuichi would’ve been a soft dom if not for Kokichi’s consistent teasing. Causing him no choice but to put that brat back in his place.

◊ At first, you would think he’d be a hard bottom because of his timid personality. However, when it comes to Kokichi, he just goes feral.

◊ If you decide to be a brat too and act cold as if you didn’t want him to fuck you stupid yeah right, he would insert some sense into you, making you think again.

◊ You would be easier to break than Kokichi, for Kokichi he would have to pound him until he was a blubbering, whimpering mess.

◊ Though Shuichi is a brat tamer and enjoys punishing both of you, he is a bit of a softy. 

◊ He constantly tells the both of you how good you two are doing when fucking your brains out. He has a praise kink, receiving and giving. It gets him going when he hears you tell him how good he’s drilling into you, like I said, his love language is ‘words of affirmation.’

◊ He calls you a good girl while he calls Kokichi a good boy during sex. He enjoys being called good boy as well.

◊ At first, he is a bit nervous during sex. But when he hears the moans coming out of the both of you, his demeanour changes. He feels more confident when he knows you’re both enjoying it. 

◊ I head-canon him to have an aural kink, the sweet noises he pushes out the two of you being his favourite song.

◊ Once you were all satisfied, Shuichi would switch to concerned mom mode after riding the both of you through several highs(if he topped). 

◊ He would clean up the both of you before himself, making sure to be gentle, as to not cause any discomfort. 

◊ If Kokichi topped, he would just pass out on the bed with you two, too tired to move. He decided to shower with you all once you all woke up.

◊ if you topped, you would cradle the both of them and praise your boys for doing good, kissing their puffy faces(from crying), letting them use your breasts as pillows.

note; i added some new things, did you notice it? ›:) again, i apologize for the wait, i have tons of request to do(which i’m actually pretty happy about)! i worked hard on this, so i hope you enjoy it!

edit: fuck did I make this too long?

#kokichi x reader x shuichi #kokichi x reader #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi fluff #kokichi headcanons #shuichi saihara #shuichi oneshots #shuichi smut #shuichi headcanons #shuichi fluff #kokichi smut #shuichi x reader #shuichi x reader x kokichi

[damnedparker]

fugitives

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: food mention, swearing, Extremely Soft alex, cliche flower date, literally all fluff because thats my brand i guess

summary: alex law is a lot of things, but he most definitely is not a shitty boyfriend.

3k words alex lawies! what! i dont even know what this is. soppy romantic stuff. i love this stupid criminal man too much and no one can stop me. all i can write is fluff. everyday i wake up and choose yearning

You almost groaned as you were brought out of a vague sort of sleep for the third time that night, your boyfriend going through another bout of shifting around for the thousandth time. Alex had always had on and off issues with falling asleep, what he attributed to having a brain that just never stopped or slowed down enough to relax unless he was completely exhausted. You understood what he meant, you only wished you could do something to help. You had tried getting him to read, or relaxing to music before sleep, but neither seemed to help much for him.

As he shifted around again, tangling and untangling his legs with yours multiple times before tossing his head to the side in frustration, you scooted away from your usual place tucked into his side. You had hopes that giving him space without you being half on top of him might help him find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep. Soon, you began to doze off again, your body tuning out his tossing and turning just enough before you were woken up by him whispering your name when he stilled. You replied in a sleepy hum, not quite coherent enough to form any words at the moment.

“Are you mad at me?” You blinked your eyes open at that, confused.

“No, Alex, why d’you think that?”

“You moved away from me.”

“I thought maybe you would be more comfortable that way is all.” You yawned, closing your eyes again.

“I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” There was a beat of silence, and you thought he had tried to fall asleep again before he reached out for you and pulled you back into his arms, his front pressed tightly against your back. You smiled at the return of his warmth, much preferring to sleep with him holding you or vice versa. More moments of quiet passed, and you began to get sleepy again. But once more, Alex’s voice brought you back to the waking world.

“When’s the last time we went on a date?”

“What?” You mumbled, not sure if you heard him right.

“I don’t know when the last time we went out together was.” He shifted against you again to push his legs between yours, his cold feet settling against your calves. You easily fought the urge to shiver, used to his icy palms and feet pressing against your skin or warmth during the night.

“We went out to the pub just last week.” You replied, becoming fully awake now. A frustrated puff of air from Alex met the back of your neck.

“I’d hardly call me getting shitfaced-drunk a proper date, love.” His fingers began to nervously play with the hem of your shirt as he spoke, a telling tick that Alex always smoothed over with brazen or loud words, pushing down the fact that he was distressed. You covered his hand with yours and pressed it to your tummy to still his movements, now exposed from all the shifting around the both of you had done.

“I don’t need a proper date, or whatever that even means, Alex. I just like being around you.” It sounded incredibly corny, sure, but it was true. You’d much rather get plastered or stay home watching movies with your boyfriend, than have to go through the motions at some overpriced restaurant only to come home and do the very same thing you would rather be doing in the first place.

You turned around in his arms, changing positions so that your head rested on his chest, your arms hugging his middle. He began playing with your hair quietly, not saying anything after your last statement. He had seemed to relax a little at your reassurance, but you could feel the insecurity lingering in his movements and the silence that followed without some kind of acceptance or witty comment.

This time it was you who broke the quiet.

“What’s got you thinking about this in the middle of the night?”

“A few days ago, when we were hanging around on the couch, David said some fuckin’ thing about us never going out on a date, and me being a shitty boyfriend. I don’t know why I keep thinking about it.” He mumbled bitterly, upset with himself for letting this get to him. You scooted up slightly, so your face was level with his, reaching out to brush the hair out of his face, which was quite the sight from all the tossing and turning in bed.

“Well, David’s a twat,” you murmured next to his ear, causing a small grin to break out on Alex’s face. He turned to look at you, dark circles present under his icy, soft eyes, his smile unfading. You had to actively stop yourself from bursting out with an I love you, not wanting to make the moment too serious, and you weren’t sure that Alex was the type to say it. You were also a little nervous to tell him, and mostly just hoped that somehow, he knew how much you cared for him. And, of course, you hoped he felt the same. “You are anything but a shitty boyfriend, my Alex. You’re my favorite person.” He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm, now resting against his cheek. A quiet sigh of contentment left his lips, and you closed the small gap between your faces to give him a long kiss.

“Let’s go somewhere tomorrow, get away from this stupid flat for a bit.” He pressed his cheek to yours, breath tickling your ear as he murmured softly to you. Tingles spread down your spine at the intimacy, and your hand found its way under his t-shirt, soft with wear, running up his back to feel his skin.

“Where to?” You raised an eyebrow. He sat up slightly to rest his cheek on his hand as he looked down at you, pretending to think hard before answering. Your heart fluttered when his other hand found yours, gently squeezing.

“Wherever you want.”

“Well, then I’d like to stay home.” Alex sighed dramatically and hung his head in lighthearted annoyance. The smile that had overtaken your lips since he’d woken you was incapable of leaving your face as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. He peeked up at you with one eye.

“You’re so difficult, you know that?”

“I do it just to make you mad.” The smile on your face was wiped off briefly as you squeaked in surprise when Alex leapt up from his position, trying to pin you to the bed. Laughter rung out far too loudly from your lungs in the middle of the night as you scrambled to escape his hold, albeit not very successfully. Just as you had one foot on the floor to leave the bed, Alex grabbed your other ankle, and the movement of you pulling away resulted in you crashing onto the wood floor, with Alex following, landing on top of you with an almost comical oof. You groaned under him, a bit of pain coming from his weight, as well as the contact your body had made with the hard floor. There was barely a moment to register said pain, as the two of you wrestled on the floor for a bit, somehow bringing the blankets with you across the room within the struggle. You eventually yielded to your boyfriend, far too out of breath from laughter and effort to fight any longer, and also knowing you were making too much noise.

“I win.”

“Yeah, I think that happens when you give the other person a concussion.” You sarcastically replied, wincing when you tried to sit up. Alex’s eyebrows drew up in concern, but you stopped him. “I’m just kidding, Alex. But that fall did kinda hurt. You’re fucking heavy.”

“It’s all my muscles.” He grinned, letting you go to lay next to you. You pinched his bicep as he moved over.

“Yeah, these chicken arms are so strong.” You teased, and he scoffed again in feigned offence.

“You know, I’ll remember that the next time you’re drunk and you don’t want to walk home from the pub,” He pointed a finger at you, which your response was point your own at him. Except, you know, the middle one. “Ohh, you’re so sweet, darling.” He cooed. You rolled over to straddle his waist, taking his position from earlier. Alex rested his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing circles into them with his thumbs. It was a curiosity how this man didn’t get whatever he wanted when he was capable of looking at you the way he did. “Please can we go somewhere tomorrow?”

“Okay,” you finally agreed, and he sat up in excitement, making you slide down to his lap. You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Somewhere fun though. Not a fancy restaurant.”

“What about a… lower grade restaurant?”

“Alex…” He responded to your small whine with your own name in the same tone, tilting his head with the cutest puppy dog eyes in the world.

“I don’t like restaurants either, but we can get the food to go. I’ll take you to that park you like, with the botanical gardens,” he pouted. “Come on, I’ll pick you a flower or some romantic crap like that.”

“I don’t think those flowers are meant for picking, sweetheart,” His only response was a mischievous grin. You should have known better than to even try to say anything opposing his plans. You weren’t ever going to really say no in the first place; why would you reject any amount of time spent with your boyfriend? Especially when he was being uncharacteristically romantic, or at least romantic in his own way. “I suppose we can go.”

“Good,” His smile turned soft. “Now I really won’t be able to sleep.”

--

The next day, Alex burst into your apartment after you had gotten home from work. Literally right after. You had barely taken off your shoes.

“Sometimes I regret giving you a key to my flat.” Your hands gripped at the sofa you were leaning on, recovering from the minor heart attack he had given you from his sudden appearance.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He teased, grabbing onto your waist from the side. Your eyes softened as you took in his appearance, dressed in your favorite combination of the approximately six options in clothes he had; a green sweatshirt, denim jacket, topped by his leather jacket.

“I like you very much, Alex.” your voice was almost dreamy as you said it, locking eyes with him for a moment too long. Your boyfriend shifted a little, seeming to get nervous and glancing down before he spoke.

“We best get going soon, huh?” The sudden change of subject made you swallow hard, worried you’d ruined something at his now fidgety state. You nodded and mumbled something about changing before rushing off to your room. That was weird, and the sudden shift in mood from Alex meant something was either wrong, or you had made him uncomfortable somehow. Great. Not like that won’t haunt you the rest of the night. Totally.

As soon as you emerged from your room, clothes changed and forcibly pushing down what had happened a moment ago, Alex seemed back to his regular, excited self, throwing you a grin that encouraged you to file the moment ago in the back of your mind. Along with how clammy his palm felt when he slid his fingers between yours. Maybe he was still anxious in relation to everything he said last night.

There was only a brief separation of touch as you both slid into the Mini Cooper. Key into ignition, gear shift in reverse; Alex threw his arm over the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking lot, stopping briefly with his foot on the brake to press a kiss to your cheek before switching gears and heading out onto the road. His hand soon landed in its regular affectionate spot on your thigh as he drove, turning up his favorite album so the two of you could sing along, your off-key screaming going in and out as you got swept up in random conversations. When it was warm enough, Alex would roll all the windows down, and you’d cruise forever until you end up parked in the shadows somewhere to make out like teenagers. It was torturous how much you loved him; how happy he made you feel. You hoped you made him feel the same way.

The oh-so romantic meal for the night were greasy chips to share, probably detrimental for your intestines later, and sandwiches from the place you both frequented often, as it was almost the exact middle distance between your flats. As per tradition, the two of you ate on the bench outside, as the weather was a little chilly as dusk approached, but not cold enough yet to scare you off. The two of you talked about the usual as you ate, jumping from topic to topic with the ease of trapeze artists, supporting each other with interest as you went. Alex was smiling far more than usual, especially when the two of you were talking about work of all things, and the way his eyes followed your every movement squeezed your heart just the same as his hugs did after a few days apart. Whatever was on his mind was clearly tinging his behavior, and you definitely could tell, with the other signals from other, something was up with him. You just didn’t know what.

What followed your dinner was another car ride, as the gardens you loved were too far of a walking distance. And although it wasn’t a long distance when driving, you were still anxious to get out as soon as you got there, throwing open the door mere seconds after Alex parked the car.

The gardens were fairly empty, but not totally so; a few people roamed about here and there, but they were mostly adults. Alex trailed close behind you as you began to explore, surveying all the new plants that had been added since the last time you’d been able to visit.

“I should’ve brought a camera,” he mentions as you study a patch of dahlias, maroons and oranges beautiful in the soft light of the scattered lampposts around the gardens. “You’re so pretty.” The last comment was softer than his first, amplified by his sudden presence next to you, an arm slipping around your waist. You glanced over to meet his gaze, already stuck on you, tilting your head just so. Something was definitely going on with him. But knowing Alex, he wasn’t telling you for a reason, so it’d be best to just let him get to whatever it is on his own. In all honesty, his tone had struck you silent, and you didn’t know what to say. A kiss on his jaw replaced any words you could’ve forced out of your mouth.

The two of you stuck to the other’s sides as you continued to stroll through the gardens, conversing about both the flowers and whatever tangential topic struck your thoughts.

Eventually, you ended up sitting on a bench next to your favorite flowers of the night, the honeysuckle. Something about them was drawing you towards them, and Alex had insisted you sit for a while and talk. His jacket had found its way to your shoulders a while ago, due to the slight shiver you had experienced a few times from a breeze that was a bit too strong, and your boyfriend immediately jumping on the idea that, god forbid, you were a bit too cold. He would never admit it, but sometimes he was very protective of your comfort level. It was sweet.

You were busy looking up at the stars which were growing brighter as the night wore on when Alex called your name softly. His hand slipped into yours again, beginning to play with your fingers like he always did when something was bothering him.

“You know,” he paused, looking down at his lap and seeming very interested in watching his thumb stroke and rub gently over your knuckles. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been the best boyfriend over the past year… I know I’m temperamental and annoying sometimes—”

“Alex,” you stopped him with a gentle smile. “Like I told you last night, you’re my favorite person. No conditions and no buts.” He still wouldn’t look at you, so you took the opportunity to brush his hair from his face to know you were listening attentively. “What is it?”

“I just—” He sighed, his shoulders readjusting as he sat up and finally turned his head to you. “I really love you.” His eyes were full of worry as he made his confession, and all you could do is squeeze his hand in reply with a soft, reassuring smile. “I’ve never really committed to someone before, so I’ve just been… really worried about telling you. I don’t know. I know you like me, every logical part of my brain shows me that. I know I would be devastated if you left. I just—I worry you don’t wanna be stuck with someone like me sometimes. Especially when my flatmates barely tolerate me. I don’t know how you manage to all the time.”

“It’s not something I have to think about, I just do,” you shrugged. Your brain was working on mostly auto-pilot at his words, the confession spreading warmth through your body like wildfire. “I love you, idiot. Of course I love you.” A grin spread across Alex’s face at your words, both in relief and in affection. Before you could add on to your statement, he rushed forward to smother you in an excited kiss, his hand slipping up to cradle your jaw. And then he repeated the motion, a few times over, a punctuation to his confession, and a release of worry.

“Fuck.” He murmured as he pulled away for the last time. You furrowed your eyebrows in question, as he tore his eyes away from you to lean over and pluck a honeysuckle flower from next to the bench.

“Alex, I wasn’t kidding when I said that’s not what those are for—"

“Be quiet, baby, I’m being romantic,” he shushed, tucking the flower gently above your ear. You couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped from you and caused you to tilt your head; just a bit too much, as the flower drifted into your lap. Alex let out another curse and carefully slipped it back to where it was, eyeing it like a disobedient dog. “I was gonna do that before I told you.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, it’s still cute now,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing and tugged on the hand joined with yours. “Come on, let’s get out of here before the flower police arrest you for theft.”

“Please, they’d never catch us. I wouldn’t let them,” he scoffed, playing along. “Besides, we’re too cute to be prosecuted.”

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 5

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Afterglow chapters Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader CHAPTER FIVE

Sometimes, the universe works in different dumb ways. You're one of the few lucky people if you get what you want, and one of those who aren't; the ones who run out of luck every damn time. There's nothing more miserable than finding what you're not looking for, meeting the right person at the wrong time (or vice versa), getting the wrong take out food, or riding the wrong cab.

Unlike your first cab ride, this one was different. There was no loud music, no speeding, no overtaking, and no yelling -- definitely not what you needed right now. See how the universe works in different dumb ways?

If Bucky wasn't hungover right now, you would've ran all the way from White Wolf to the bar. God, how much did he drink last night? After thirty minutes, the cab finally stopped in front of the bar. Bucky paid a generous amount. "Keep the change." He said casually before stepping out of the cab.

Without second thoughts, you walked the steps down that lead to the door of the bar. In front of it were sealed boxes and cases of different kinds of liquor -- beer, champagne, wine, whiskey, vodka; you name it. Luckily, you always had the bar keys in your pockets in case of emergencies. Lucky for Steve, one of his employees just lived right above the bar and had the freedom to come down any time she wanted. Steve lived all the way in Brooklyn. Why he chose to work in the Upper West Side, you might never know. He was a pretty secretive person. No one from the bar staff knew anything about his personal life -- except that his family was from Rhode Island (perhaps).

"That's a lot of boxes." Bucky caught up with you. "Good thing I'm here."

"Please." You scoffed. "You're still hungover." I bet he couldn't even carry one small box, and even if he could, he'd just spill them all over the floor. But you didn't really know Bucky. You just knew him from Peter's stories. So, when he carried two big boxes at the same time right before you opened the door, the shock came over you. You wondered, spending all his time partying and drinking, where he stores all the alcohol he consumes.

"Where do you want me to put this?" Bucky asked.

"Just right behind the counter." You replied. "If you need some help, let me know."

"I got it all, doll, don't you worry." He chuckled, placing the boxes on top of the counter then jumping over it to reach the other side. You rolled your eyes and got more of the boxes that were sitting lonely outside. You put a stopper right between the small gap between the floor and the door. "Nice place you got here!" You heard Bucky yell amidst the city noises. "Different kind of bar."

"You mean not like the kind of bar you go to?"

You heard him chuckle. "Yeah, that. This one's kind of vintage."

"Yeah." You replied, sticking your head out by the door frame. "Like you!"

He gave you a small chuckle. The bar did give off some vintage mood -- that was why it was a bar for everyone. The kids were now discovering and loving all kinds of vintage stuff, people in their fifties come here 'cause it reminded them of their time, and some are just curious.

On the inside of the bar, everyone was completely shut out from the outside. There were no windows, only color-stained glasses on the wooden walls near the ceiling. You can never tell day from night inside unless you look at the wall clock.

You pushed some of the boxes on the floor. You didn't have enough upper body strength to carry them all the way to the counter. By the time you reached Bucky, you carried the boxes one by one and placed them on the counter, then he carried them over to the other side.

"So vintage." He commented once again. "You even got a jukebox. Does that even work?" He motioned towards the jukebox.

You sensed he wanted to try it for himself so you told him he could give it a little push. He smiled and jumped over the counter once more. "You don't always have to jump, Bucky." You showed him the wooden counter pass-through he could easily open but his focus was set on the jukebox. He found the plug and waited for it to light up.

"Cool. Just like they do in the movies."

"Of course. What did you expect when you plugged that in?" You carried one box to the counter and stopped near the jukebox, leaning over it. "Besides, didn't you guys have this during your time?"

"You make it sound like I came from the fifties."

You raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms. "So, what did you guys have?"

"Cassettes." He mumbled.

"We had iPods. But at some point I think we did have cassettes, then the CD, then the iPods. Still doesn't change the fact that you're basically a dinosaur." Then you made a roaring sound which you thought was the sound of dinosaurs.

"That's not how a dinosaur sounds like, Aria."

"Of course, you'd know." You teased before going back to get some more boxes.

Bucky started to push some buttons until a mellow song played. "It's been a long, long time." He mumbled.

"What?" You asked and stopped pushing the boxes.

"The song. It's named 'It's been a long, long time.' A buddy of mine's favorite song. He and his girlfriend used to dance to it. Haven't heard this song for a long time. Quite nice."

"It is nice." You commented. "But it's too dramatic. Put some Beatles on!"

He chuckled and pushed more buttons until a song from The Beatles played.

You resumed moving all the things inside. As the boxes got heavier, assuming they were mostly the new plates and glasses, Bucky removed his polo shirt and dropped it somewhere. He was still wearing the tank top he had yesterday. "Remind me to buy Peter some new clothes."

"You're really gonna buy him new clothes?" You grunted, carrying a heavy box on the counter, passing it to Bucky.

"Yeah." He made a face, clearly struggling with the box. "I kinda destroyed what was half in his closet."

"I heard, yeah." You replied while walking to the front door to get the cases.

"You got some more back there?" Bucky yelled.

"It's the last one. I got it."

For the next hour, you and Bucky spent unpacking and placing everything where they were supposed to be. You had a few phone calls from Peter, most were just him checking up on Bucky. You promised to tell him you'd tell the whole fiasco at the White Wolf when he gets here in the bar.

"I'll be there as fast as I can." Peter replied before hanging up. You told Bucky about the phone call and he mumbled something under his breath you couldn't quite decipher. You decided to leave him be as he unloaded the last box.

Before you could even ask about the mean drink he was supposed to make, he emerged from behind the counter, holding up two bottles in his hand. "You up for some drinks?"

"As long as you pay for it."

On his hands were two expensive unopened bottles. As long as they were still half full and paid by Bucky, you wouldn't get in any kind of trouble with Steve.

"I got you, doll. Don't worry." He popped both of them open and grabbed two cups and a shaker as you sat down one of the stools, shaking off the nickname he'd been giving you ever since you arrived here at the bar.

You barely paid attention to the song still playing on the jukebox as you watched Bucky make his supposedly mean drink. He started to tell a story about how he learned to make his own drinks. Unlike Peter, he didn't bother to beat around the bush. He kept everything short and precise: A bartender friend of his taught him how to make drinks then experimented on his own in his penthouse where he had a mini bar just for himself, which was inside his own office. Odd, you thought. Most people would have them on the corner of the living room, with wine glasses dangling on hanging wine holders and shelves full of liquor. Bucky's mind worked in a different way.

Bucky's very short story made you wonder of all the other classic Bucky stories you've been told -- the long ones Peter would tell you. You wondered if they were only adventurous and wild in Peter's words. Would they have been different if you'd heard them from Bucky?

"I'm gonna name this drink after you." Bucky snapped you out of your train of thought.

"What?"

"This one." He carefully  handed me the drink. "I made it based on your personality."

"Bucky." You chuckled, gazing at the drink before me. Then returned it to him. "You don't even know me."

"And to think we were just engaged a while ago." He pursed his lips and leaned on the bar counter, then licked his lower lip. You tried your hardest not to give a quick glance at it but you obviously failed, so you stared at the drink in front of you once again.

"This drink is basically your judgement about me." You replied.

"It's a good judgement." He retorted. "Trust me."

"You're gonna pay, right?"

"Yeah, yeah." He playfully rolled his eyes. "Go on, try it."

Before you could even take a small sip, someone came in the door and your instinct was to say: "Sorry, we're closed right now" but it turned out to be Steve wearing denim on denim and a cap.

"Steve!" Quickly, you gave Bucky the drink he made you, then he hid it behind the counter where Steve could not take even a small peak. "Hey, I thought you were with your family."

Steve managed to catch his breath, leaning against the wall while keeping his eyes on you. "I have been calling you for the past few minutes. I thought you didn't make it here."

Your eyes widened, taking a quick glance at your phone which was on top of the bar counter. On the bright screen were a bunch of missed calls from Steve. You gave him an apologetic look and he just sighed as he walked towards the counter. Then, he caught a glimpse of Bucky who was right behind you.

"Right, right." You shook my head. "Bucky, this is Steve. He's my boss. And Steve, this is Bucky. He's Peter's stepbrother. He's just helping me out with the boxes."

There was an odd exchange between the two for a second or three. A knowing look. But you shrugged it off when Steve shook Bucky's hand over the counter. "Bucky. Nice to meet you."

Steve nodded. "Aren't you the owner of White Wolf?"

"That's me." Bucky chuckled, withdrawing his hand back after the friendly handshake.

Steve focused his attention back to you. "You could've called me y'know."

"It's okay. Bucky came to help. Besides," you gave Bucky a side glance, "he owes me."

"Zip it, doll."

You laughed, looking at Steve. "Aren't you supposed to be at your family gathering?" you asked, practically shooing Steve away, not wanting him to see Bucky making drinks behind the counter.

"Yeah, well I thought -- "

"Go, Steve. We're basically finished." You stood up and walked Steve out the door. Bucky yelled a simple goodbye as we walked.

"So," Steve whispered once we were at the door, "are you two..."

You gave him a look of disbelief. "What? No, no, no, no, no. We're not. We just met."

"That's what they all say."

"Rogers." You grunted as you opened the door. "Go."

"Wow, so eager to get me out of here. Are you gonna have sex on the floor?"

"Steve!"

"Please, don't have sex on the floor."

"No, we won't. Now go."

Steve laughed as he walked up the steps and hailed for a cab. "You say that now, Aria. Just remember to clean up afterwards."

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modern hange zoe dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

hange zoe x gn!reader

- first, their love language is definitely a mix of physical touch and verbal affirmations

- idc idc theyre the best of both worlds 🤩

- you prefer verbal affirmations over physical touch (or vice versa) ? their immediately making a mental note and showing u love with whichever one u like more

- i think they'd be a scientist or researcher ?? maybe they'd study the human body or like global warming ?? idfk but would definitely go into the science field

- also i personally love the idea of moblit and them being together 😳🤚 idk i love the idea

- but since YOU are with miss hange id like to think they stayed friends after the breakup 😌✨ theyre both mature ppl (and hot)

- moblit is always third wheeling w you guys. you and hange could be making out and he'd sit there with his iced coffee like 😐

- hange i feel is a very forgetful person, so like, dates and stuff (things made on a sort of short notice) they tend to forget about, but things like birthdays and anniversaries are NEVER forgotten

- ofc they'll make it up to you after you call them from the restaurant youve been waiting in for over an hour

- but sometimes it does hurt that they value their work so much, you love that they find joy in what they do and are dedicated, but it just feels like they prioritize work over you

- and hange understands ! and they start trying to be on time for things like that. is also constantly reassuring you at random times that they love and care about you

- also loves to spoon you. will literally wrap around you like a koala in bed. doesnt matter if its too hot and youre both immediately sweating, will trap you with their insane amount of strength and never let you go until either they wake up or you wake up begging to use the restroom

- i feel like when theyre working from home (which is everyday in a pandemic 🙄 even tho these headcanons arent really structured around pandemic modern times) they forget to eat/drink when they get reeeaaaallllyyyy into what theyre researching

- could be on the verge of discovering a new genetic mutation (idk) while also being on the verge of passing out due to dehydration

- theyll come out for dinner and be like "yknow ive been having this weird headache all day"

- "probably because you havent drank any water today"

- will stare at you like "🤨" before replying "nah i dont think so 😹"

- you have to threaten letting them starve to get them to drink some water. and as soon as they do theyre chugging three cups

- five minutes later theyre like "babe ! it worked ! youre awesome"

- lots of pet names like babe/baby, my love, my darling (in a dramatic english accent), honey, and any others that youd prefer

- has a weird love for the cartoon archer (yknow that adult show with like 10 seaons ??)

- will literally no nothing about the plot or characters, and will only put the show on for background noise while theyre doing something, but will ALWAYS recommend archer to others and say its their favourite cartoon if asked

- also loves the amazing world of gumball (you got them into it) actually watches the show and loves it, yet never thinks of it when asked "what shows should i watch ?" or "what are some shows you like ?"

- if youre like, an artist or something like that, they genuinely LOVE anything you make

- you made them a little painting ? theyre hanging it up in their apartment. you created a clay vase or something ? buying flowers to put in it rn (doesnt even take care of the flowers but yk)

- if youre having a bad day theyre dropping everything for you (unless its super important then theyre saying "how about i move my work to the bed and we can cuddle ?")

- if you need to rant theyre actively listening while trying to work. will accidentally start typing what youre saying onto their word document. ends up having to delete three whole paragraphs about that bitch at work smh 🙄🤚

- loves taking showers/ baths w you (NEVER in a sexual way though) they genuinely find it fun to wash each other's hair and stuff. if you ask them to wash your back theyre shoving their hands in your armpits and tickling you like,, mf ill fall and take us both down 😐

- definitely an ass/thighs person. doesnt matter how big or small, loves it.

- also a dish collector in their room. their room and office are in the same space, so youll find them with cups and plates on their desk where their research is supposed to be like bae,,, i think youre growing a new kind of mold 😍🦠💥

- talks so passionately abt their work and coworkers to you. theres this new intern at their job and hes the sweetest and brightest kid they know. his names armin and they speak about him SO highly

- also has a really cold nose ?? u love to kiss it bc it makes them shiver bc of the temperature difference

- has weirdly soft hands. youd think theyd be kinda rough bc of all the weird shit they touch for "science" but no. the hands are perfect

- doesnt know how to take care of things around the house (like handy stuff) so they beg levi to come over.

- he reluctantly does bc hes their friend but will nod at you as soon as he walks in and says "i hope hange isnt being too annoying today"

- immediately youll defend them and say zoe hange could never annoy you bc hange is the love of ur life and all he'll do is say "youre lucky then. i envy you."

- you and hange both know hes using his dry humour, but as punishment hange follows him around the place and annoys him even further

- also tries to convince you to get a dog at the weirdest of times ???

- itll be three in the morning and theyll just whisper in your ear "we should get a dog"

- theyre allergic to cats so if you suggest that they say "no ill die if i go near one"

- if youre allergic to dogs theyll say "okay fine a baby then"

- "how will we get one ?"

- "we'll steal it. or go looking through a dumpster"

- what did they say 😳😳⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

- you shut down any ideas of a dog or baby for a long while after that

- loves squeezing your cheeks, and would love if you did it to them too

- will literally just sit in bed squishing them and request you do the same. so you both just sit facing each other criss crossed, squishing each others faces while giggling

- ive made this pretty long already so this is it ! but yes, they love u through and through

a/n

second headcanon babyyy !!! hope u all enjoyed !! my asks r open if u wanna request something !! (also please request something 😭😭😭 )

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|| CreepyPasta Office Au||

You're gonna get shit posts because I have no mental fortitude. Deal with it

Slenderman

So obviously he's the boss like duh

He's balding in his 30s

Kinda nice guy just very unsettling

He has one of those water pitchers in his office

But it's filled with black coffee

No one knows where it goes or how he drinks it so fast

It's just gone

Wears a suit that looks the same everyday but it changes slightly, so in photos it looks like a totally different outfit

When asked about it he just creepy smiles

Walks two miles to work or drives in a crappy white van

Has a wife and kid

Everyone was surprised like wtf I thought you lived in a box

Is nice though, does small considerate thing

Gives good gifts and advice

Masky

Second in charge

He's basically Dwight

Can't use the printer for shit

Is very confused by it

Keeps paper documents of everything, not on his computer

Has cold chicken veggie wraps for lunch

Wears the same light yellow button up shirt everyday

Crappy sneakers he somehow gets away with wearing

Lives off chocolate covered espresso beans

Handles most of the finance/counting for the office

*angry calculator noises*

Can get a wad of paper in the trash anytime from any place

Dabbed one unironicly, no one ever forgot it

Tries to ruin Toby's day

Files a complaint all the time

Low-key a nice guy trying to do his job

Underpaid

Hoodie

Overpaid sassy receptionist

Talks all nice to you on the phone but gets overly triggered when you ask him to do anything

"can you make copies" "hell no do it yourself bitch"

Has candies on his desk

Swats your hand away when you try and take one

Eats them loudly when the office is silent

People are too scared too accept

Laughs at the dumb shit Ben and Toby pull but tries to cover it up

Kinda feels bad for Tim

Saving up to go to like fuckin law school or something

Everyone finds out and is like 👀👄👀

"yOu'Re sMaRt"

"didn't you guys get like marketing and communications degrees?"

Awkward silence

Ticci Toby

Young one of the best sales men

People outside his main co-workers love him

People in the same room as him all day wanna smother him

Besides Ben

They basically terrorize Jeff

Brian occasionally helps out

Really annoying habits like having half a pack of gum in his mouth and lip smacking

Chewing on a pen even after the ink explodes in his mouth

Jacks next to him tired of ink getting on his shit

Listens to music and is pretty respectful some days

Spends half his day zoned out but still gets great numbers

Ben

Works in IT

is supposed to help with customer support

Carries his phone and head set upstairs just vibes with Toby

They share ear buds and listen to music while he takes calls

People are used to him and kinda like him

He helps out and is a pretty chill guy

Fairly young working to pay through college

Friends with EJ, Brian and Toby

Constantly harasses Jeff

Disconnects him from the network

Takes all his pens

Moves all the stuff from the right side of the desk to his left and vice versa

spitballs him

Ben low-key doesn't care about his job

Vibes in the elevator for 2 hours before doing any actual work

It's amazing he hasn't been fired yet

Jeff The Killer

HR representative

Annoying as all hell

Files complaints that he loses cause he's a slob

File cabinets stuffed with papers that aren't even his

Slightly disturbing desk toys

Fills up the suggestion box each week

Brian throws them out each time

Brings in really weird lunches like just hard boiled eggs

Or a tuna and jelly sandwich

Has a man bun cause he thinks he looks cool

Rolled up sleeves looks pretty chill

Genuinely tries to help people out sometimes and gets shot down

Becomes a better person cause of his co-workers

Eyeless Jack

Has a desk besides Toby

Him, Toby and Ben have a little system

Get along and work great together

Go out for lunch and hang out outside of work

Kinda feels bad for Jeff and ends up becoming friends with him

Glasses he doesn't wear always stuffed in his pocket

Has adapted to blurry ass Vision

Always the first one in, likes a nice quiet start

Is the go to person for when you need help

Gets In dumb petty arguments with Tim

#slender verse #slenderverse #creepypasta #slenderverse headcanons #creepypasta head canons #proxy #masky #hoodie #ben drowned #ej #eyeless Jack #jeff thompson #jeff the killer

[11thstreetgirl]

NSFW Alphabet (Sami Yaffa)

Warning: adult content 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddly. It would be ideal if the two of you could just lay in bed for hours. He likes it when you lie on top of him or vice versa, as long as you're as close to him as possible (one time he even fell asleep still being inside you). He doesn’t talk much but mindlessly caresses your skin wherever he can reach. If the sex was exceptionally hard he'll light up a cigarette as soon as he can move. He can be lightheaded for quite a while after.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's a musician so hands of course! He likes his strong long fingers and the things they can do to you. He's pretty much a booty guy, so he adores your ass. That's where you usually find his hands, he loves to stick his hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Sami likes the way it looks on you, especially dripping out of you after he came inside of you. He could watch it every time in his post-orgasmic haze. It can get a bit messy sometimes. He likes the way it kinda marks you as something of his. He also loves when you swallow after a blowjob. In a weird way he also likes it when he can taste his own cum when you kiss.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wouldn’t mind sharing you, or at least in his head the thought turns him on. Reality could be a lot different. Just the image of you completely satisfied and utterly exhausted from him and another guy or girl does wicked things to him. It would all need to come down to you being satisfied, that’s what does the trick.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sami’s had quite a lot of sex, but nothing too meaningful, so you’re learning the more intimate part of it together. It still sometimes amazes him how much more intense it can be with someone who he has genuine feelings for. He’s pretty talkative and always makes sure he’s doing it the way you like.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves it when you ride him. He prefers to see your face, especially when you cum, but occasionally he wants to do it in reverse cowgirl just so he can see your ass too. He sometimes jokes about getting the Kama Sutra and trying every position in it. Sometimes it gets a little wild and you end up in the weirdest positions. And if no one’s around, he’ll bend you over any surface available.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the situation. Sometimes goofing around leads to sex and sex to goofing around. In the heat of the moment he’s usually more serious but not too serious. Sex needs to be fun!

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He shaves every now and then, but isn’t too serious about keeping it neat. It’s the same color as his natural hair – dark brown

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's a total sucker for romance but would never say it out loud, not that it’s too hard to notice. He showers you with kisses and it wont go unnoticed how much he adores you. Especially right before he cums there’s usually small I love you’s and compliments. He’s brain doesn’t work too well when he’s super horny so he sometimes gets a little clumsy with showing his affection in the moment, but you can see it clearly. And when you show the same amount of love for him he basically starts to purr.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Sami does it every now and then, usually when he’s away from you, but to be honest he thinks it’s gotten a bit boring since he has you to help. Sometimes when he’s on tour you have phone sex after the shows because he’s always horny after a gig. Watching you masturbate is the biggest turn on for him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's down to try almost everything once. He's adventurous and curious in bed (and, ehm, everywhere else you might do it, meaning nearly every place possible) and sometimes you purposely look for new things to try. His favourite ones have something to do with being tied down; doesn’t matter if its you in the handcuffs or him giving you free rein. Include blindfolds and he’s putty in your hands in no time. You two are no strangers to the rougher things either, but it takes more planning. There’s a few items, like a flogger, at hand.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Just about anywhere! Bedroom is of course the ideal because there everything you might need is in an arm’s reach, but he’d get bored if it was just the bedroom. So all the places with a little privacy work! One of his favourites is taking you in the tour bus after the show when all the other guys are still backstage – the fear of getting caught adds a nice spice

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The sheer pleasure that comes from sex is a huge motivation! Just being able to have fun with you and to satisfy you is what gets him going – among other things. Like the simple fact that you exist and he knows he basically owns your ass. That’s all it takes.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public humiliating, daddy kink and age play are a no go. He wouldn’t do anything that makes you even a little uncomfortable, and not being able to communicate/ have agreed on the limits beforehand is a turn off – he can’t focus on the pleasure if he’s not sure.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves a good blowjob just as much as the next guy! He loves the way your lips curl around him and how he can gently guide your movements by your hair. His knees usually get totally weak after a good blowjob. He likes giving you oral almost as much – watching your face twist as you become undone under him (or over, on the occasions he pulls you to sit on his face) and he loves your taste in his mouth. He definitely knows what he’s doing and has quickly learned just the tricks to drive you mad!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually slow and sensual at first, savoring the moment and the way you look, but as soon as you start to lose it he’s gone and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. He always tries to take it slow all the way until the end but rarely succeeds – but when he does, oh man...

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sometimes the pressure just gets too much and you two just need to release it as fast as possible. It’s not ideal but he definitely has nothing against quickies. The absolute best thing he knows is a quick fuck right after he comes off stage before the afterparty starts – that’s also when he’s probably the horniest.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He doesn’t mind the risk of being caught! Especially his bandmates know that it’s not a good idea to come looking for him before or after a show; you two might be going at it in the weirdest places. As long as you’re comfortable there’s no stopping him!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

When he’s super horny he can get a little carried away and finish quite fast, but he makes sure to repay you the next morning. Otherwise he can go on for quite some time and after a little rest he’s always up for another round – if you have time to just lie around he won’t let you leave the bed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s curious about everything so he sometimes surprises you by getting you two a new toy that you can fool around with it. The best ones make regular cameos in your sex. He also loves to watch you pleasure yourself with one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He knows how much seeing him play his bass turns you on so that’s how he usually teases you. He loves the feeling of knowing you want him badly and could tease you for hours – if it wasn’t for the fact that it gets him so horny he just can’t stand it. During the actual sex he sometimes likes to hold back and make you beg for it. If he’s the one being teased he’ll get impatient and basically become a writhing brat.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At first he’s pretty quiet, just whispering sweet nothings to you or how good he feels, but the closer he gets the more he forgets to keep quiet, then it’s heavy breathing and moaning. He also loves to make you make some noise; he wants everyone to hear how good he makes you feel.

W = Wild Card

He doesn't get jealous and riled up often but when he does, it doesn't matter who you're with, he'll come up behind you and pull you into a deep kiss.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's pretty average but in his case it’s definitely not about the size! He also has probably the most beautiful cock ever...

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Simple question, simple answer: high. It doesn’t take much to get him going and he’ll surely let you know when he’s in the mood, which is pretty much all the time

Z = ZZZ… (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He dozes off for a moment right after but usually drags himself into the shower after resting for a while. If it was rougher than usually, after making sure you're all good, he's out like a light. You find it so cute and you always tease him about it in the morning.

// taglist: just my loyal @thespacecowboyyy for now! (if someone else wants to be tagged please do tell!!)

#sami yaffa #fanfiction #some of these feel out of character #also i think there's a huge difference between young sami and sami nowadays #i kinda got the two mixed up

[hyphypmic]

HypMic: Swordmaster

Anon asked: MTC, BB, MTR and FP reaction when their used to hang out shy Girl-friend is actually Sword master, she can handle katana very well, elegantly and actually can beat the shit out of them with her seathed katana if she want too 🤔

Sure!!!

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Ichiro

Hahah fanboy

And he definitely whips out his lightsaber, I mean authentic replica katana and asks you to teach him some moves

And you’re just laughing because the sword he’s holding is so fucking anime that you can’t keep a straight face, but you indulge him anyway

Ok fine then you have lightsaber fights because why not

Like he wasn’t expecting it at all, but he’s very very happy that he can now learn how to fight with a blade like a real assassin/warrior/samurai

Ok now he has like a fear of criticising sword fights, but he’s glad you’re there to laugh at him and teach him some of the anime moves

Jiro

Please teach me sensei

And you do really, and Jiro’s enjoying it, but he more often than naught prefers to watch and video because he finds it so cool

Basically an anime brought to life

It’s like when you watch him spray paint, there’s like a certain art with the way you perform and all that

But he definitely contain his excitement so he really goes and asks you to teach him and borrows Ichiro’s lightsaber- I mean authentic replica

And yes you have the sword fights, but Jiro is pretty shy (and kinda reckless with the sword because he’s still a kid at heart), so he settles for watching because there’s no way you’re gonna consensually put him with an actual blade (wooden swords are okay, but he still hurts himself)

Some of his spray paint art may or may not but probably and definitely inspired by you

Saburo

He learns a bit, but he also likes watching you and videoing

But he deffo goes the extra mile and edits the hell out of your videos

Like he adds special effects and all that, he also takes your pictures for a fantastic instagram

And like also analyses your fight pattern and compares it with anime/movie fights and how realistic it is

And he likes it when you teach him how to do it and the meaning of each move and where it’s intended to strike and what you need to do

Also the physics of it and all that

Samatoki

Honestly? He was surprised you haven’t pulled a sword at his face yet because of his temper

But he really finds it so cool, but now he knows you can beat him up with the sheathed katana, and he just finds that pretty cool

And really he trusts you to take care of yourself now and it’s awesome when you actually step in sometimes to defend him

And he respects you even more (like 250% from his 200%)

And he also asks you to teach him because he values learning other fighting techniques besides just lashing out with his two fists and all that

Jyuto

He would like watching you

Like you would offer to teach him, but he wouldn’t because tbh I really see him just watching and appreciating your skill

And he loves the way you handle yourself with grace and power

And the control it takes, he admires that so so so much

but he asks how to defend against such a weapon because tbh as a cop, he would probably need to know how to defend himself without having his own katana

Riou

Would ask to be taught, not only as a way of the two of you spending time together, but because he never knows what’s gonna come up and it’s great to always be prepared

And he likes how much power you hold and the silence in the art

You don’t shout when you do moves, you only make soft sounds or like a grunt of effort, and that’s it

It’s a silent fight and Riou just loves it because without any other noise, the two of you can focus

Unless of course, it gets intense and the two of you start shouting when you spar

Ramuda

He finds it so impressive

And like the cutie/dark boy he is, he asks you to teach him

And he does respond like a kid, but yo, when you fight him, he enters a different headspace

And yeah, you are better than him, but that doesn’t stop you from seeing that glint in his fucking eye and it scares you, but it also makes you push him harder

And he is glad for it

But after the sparring, he’s back to the childish pupil

Gentaro

He finds it so nice he writes poems about t

And he’s proud of your actions that value Japanese traditions and all that

And he can dress you up in all that traditional Japanese stuff and it really makes him happy

Of course he asks you to teach him, but we all know he’s not up for the physical activity, he just loves it when you tell him the stories and history and technicality behind the moves

And he finds it so beautiful and all that and it adds another layer of complexity to your personality

And yeah the two of you bond over tradition

Dice

He also demands you teach him

But at one point he always improvises and sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn’t

He’s in genuine awe about you handling a sword

He has a gambling addiction, so the two of you have bets, where you can or cannot do unrealistic anime moves

He always loses of course, but he likes seeing you do them and it makes him smile

And of course, the bets aren’t always monetary, sometimes it’s kisses or hugs or cuddles or dates hahah

Jakurai

Yo oh my god

He’s a fucking assassin??? Like of course he would love it

So he would whip out his own katana and ask you to spar with him

And like of course he has the wooden version, but he wants to also see your form with the metal blade and he really like observe

And he sees no flaws in your technique, so he asks you to like… spar with him with both metal and wooden because he trusts you not to hurt him

And you have your like training sessions and it would be so awesome and neither of you are afraid to rough each other up

Plus Jakurai would show you some of the extra techniques he leaned as an assassin and some like fanfiction-y thing would be like

He would let you trace the blade over the most sensitive parts/most vulnerable parts on his body or vice versa and trace like the veins/arteries that if pierced, you will die

But the two of you work so well together and it’s so fucking awesome

Doppo

Panics but knows you can’t hurt yourself

Actually no he keeps panicking so you decide to teach him some of the slower moves so that he has something to do to calm him down

And the drills/routines are quiet, so it’s enough to calm him down and even out his breathing

So this becomes an activity when he’s done working or if he’s a panicked boy and needs to calm down

Sometimes he does it by himself like when he’s alone and it becomes an effective coping mechanism and all that

Hifumi

Fanboys pretty hard too

And we all know he’s a huge puppy, so he’s super supportive of all you do

And is always there for your competitions and has all of the videos and all that

He also takes the best pictures of you and buys you clothes for training and for show

and he’s so proud of you you’re all over his social media and it makes you blush with attention

But he’s so hyper and looks at you with wide eyes and a big smile… it’s fucking adorable you cannot resist

#headcanon #swrodmaster #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #buster bros #ichiro yamada #saburo yamada #jiro yamada #mad trigger crew #samatoki aohitsugi #jyuto iruma #riou busujima #fling posse #ramuda amemura #yumeno gentaro #daisu arisugawa #matenrou #jakurai jinguji #hifumi izanami #doppo kannonzaka

[mooribi]

Stray Kids Ships x Reader | Poly

Word count: 1514

By Tokki

Stray Kids pairings x reader!

Aussie line | Chanlix [Chan x Felix]

•Felix’s regular soft cuddles & Chan’s sudden warm hugs

•combination of English & Korean, like rapid changes between languages sometimes

•staying up late with Felix to wait for Chan to come home

•Chan coming home to find you two asleep cuddling on the couch

•it always makes Chan smile and takes pictures

•Felix and you later notice Chan’s phone background is you two cuddled together

•going to watch Avengers together, getting all your hearts broken together 😔✊

•Chan calling you baby girl

•Felix laughing at your red face every time Chan calls you it

•then the tables are turned when Chan calls him baby boy

•Playing with Felix’s smoll hands

•especially when you’re nervous

•which is when Chan pulls out his aegyo, Felix joining along with him

•you laugh at them, calling them idiots softly

•they always respond with ‘we’re your idiots’ with the biggest grins on their faces

•Chan & you gang up together to shower Felix in compliments

•Felix never suspects it and goes super soft

•Chan & you kiss Felix’s freckles

•Combing your hand through Chan’s naturally curly hair

•Chan loves it; it calms him down

•Especially when he can’t sleep

•Your phone wallpaper is from one morning after you woke up to make breakfast and came back to the room to see the softest sight

•Felix gently grabbed Chan’s sleeping face and started placing small slow kisses all over his face, which caused Chan to scrunch his face up cutely

•you had taken a picture the moment Chan opened his eyes and smiled at Felix softly

•Felix’s wallpaper is a meme

•a friend had taken a photo of you three being crackheads and the instant Felix got his hands on the picture he made it his wallpaper

•you two weren’t surprised

 Hyunlix [Hyunjin x Felix]

•super clingy

•Hugs and cuddles 24/7

•English time is soft time

•Felix and you love listening to Hyunjin speak English bc it’s so t i n y & s o f t

•dance time is whipped time

•whenever the two dance, especially together, you realise how w h i p p e d you are

•Hyunjin’s fluid, sensual like moves + with his intense looks makes you lose your breath every time

•Felix’s strong, powerful moves just hit you, hard + it amazes you how effortless he makes it look

•When they dance together you just kind of sit there in awe, zoning out the world and focusing on them

•after they finish you momentarily forget their sweating and jump excitedly at them, rapidly showering them in compliments

•they’re both happy and thank you softly

•then they laugh at you when you realise how sweaty they are and try to get away from them

•they usually chase after you, cackling

•Felix secretly buying Hyunjin and you gifts

•two basically jump him and start thanking him with kisses

•he goes soft every time

•Felix and you being whipped together when Hyunjin asks you guys what he should wear

•“You could wear the ugliest thing in this world and you’d still look hot.”

•It makes Hyunjin do his cute little scrunched up face when he giggles, it causes you and Felix to go into cardiac arrest

•Felix’s earrings are something Hyunjin and you love to discuss (you gush to your friends about Felix’s and Hyunjin’s earrings)

•Felix always thinks you two are talking about something serious until he sits next to you and blushes when he realises you two are talking about him

•you both stop when he blushes, then changes the topic to Felix blushing, causing the boy to get super shy as he listens to you two gushing over him

•then he whines for you two to stop & you both pounce on him

 Minsung [Minho x Jisung]

•constant teasing between all three of you

•mainly Jisung tho

•which makes him pout and whine until you and Minho decide to stop

•both of you always give him smooches afterwards as an apology

•teasing is actually very common between you three

•especially when a target is chosen & two of you gang up to tease the chosen person

•usually results in kisses tho

•Jisung and you love to watch Minho when he dances

•He gets stuck in his own world

•you both love it & tell him so whenever he zones back into the world

•makes him laugh his adorable high-pitched giggle, bc Jisung & you look so awestruck & in love

•then it’s Minho’s turn to be awestruck & in love with you when you both listen to Jisung’s rap/music

•Jisung’s emotions are easily expressed through well written lyrics which he loves to perform for you two

•You both have an album on your phone which consists only of Jisung’s/3racha’s songs

•Minho’s weirdness is yours and Jisung’s secret favourite thing

•but it’s always sudden so you both are never suspecting it

•sitting in each other’s laps are your thing

•Minho’s babies cats are also your and Jisung’s babies

 Changlix [Changbin x Felix]

•cuteness galore

•all your friends are done with you three bc you’re all disgustingly cute together

•your heart explodes every time one of them does something cute

•then you just kinda happily die when they join forces and do cute things together

•Changbin is a constant cute overload tho

•Felix and you don’t complain

•especially bc you both love the huge difference between him performing to being with you two

•when Changbin raps, Felix and you hype him up so much

•you two always rap along with Changbin (or as best as you can bc the boy doesn’t bReAtH)

•Changbin loves performing, especially for you two

•then Changbin and you hype Felix up whenever he does anything

•literally anything: beat-boxing, rapping, dancing, singing

•You’re both in love with Felix’s singing

•and his stupid mosquito noise

•or mozzie as Felix calls it (bc aussies shorten everything lol)

•Changbin loves to go shopping

•so does Felix

•so hopefully you love shopping

•if not, that’s okay bc you love them and go with them anyway

•all your cupboards are just filled with clothes

•but that’s your favourite thing bc you love to wear their clothes bc they’re so comfy

•Changbin notices straight away when you’re wearing his hoodie and always makes you pose for a picture

•then he notices Felix is also wearing another of his hoodies and makes you two pose together

•Felix and you always have matching earrings

•kisses have kinda become all 3 of yours’s thing

•Changbin constantly wants kisses from you both

•Felix and you don’t disappoint

•Felix always confidently says he wants a kiss, despite Changbin and you know he’s secretly shy

•you kiss him at the same time

•Felix’s smile is the best reward

• Whne you ask for a kiss, you sometimes be cute which makes the boys explode in happiness

 Seungin [Seungmin x Jeongin]

•Pestering Jeongin is Seungmin’s full-time job and your part-time job

•your other part-time job is helping Jeongin escape from Seungmin

•Seungmin also loves to annoy you

•Jeongin loves to join in as well

•their weird noises are one of your favourite things about them

•sometimes you join them

•most times you just watch them tho

•Jeongin tends to act like you and Seungmin are bothering him

•you both know he loves the attention

•Seungmin and you teach Jeongin English

•you love how they both have tiny Australian accents bc of Aussie Line

•you three are all each other’s best friends

•wherever you are, Jeongin & Seungmin are and vice versa

•you three are usually seen in sweet shops

•Woojin and Chan try to make sure you three don’t eat too many sweets

•emotions aren’t any of your fortes but all three of you try to work it out

•listening to them sing is your favourite pastime

•Seungmin’s smooth voice and Jeongin’s pure vocals always make you happy

•sad and down in the dumps?

•one listen to their voices and you’re all good to go

#Nyx #Nyx writings #Stray Kids #Stray Kids texts #stray kids headcanons #Stray Kids bullet points #Stray Kids poly #Stray Kids x reader #SKZ #Chan x reader #Bang Chan x reader #Stray kids Chan x reader #Chan x Felix #Chanlix #aussie line #Felix x reader #Lee Felix x reader #Stray Kids Felix x Reader #Chan #Stray Kids Chan #Stray Kids felix #Stray Kids Hyunjin #Stray Kids Hyunjin x felix #Stray Kids Hyunjin x reader #Hyunlix #Stray Kids Minho #Stray Kids Minho x Reader #Minho x reader #Stray Kids Lee Know #Minsung

[theyrealllegends]

Careful

Chapter summary: Roger is your new roommate and while you like to bury your pretty in nose in the books for your law studies, he finds other ways to pass his time. 

Author’s note: I’m freaking excited people, I never thought I’d like an idea enough to really post it and then it just came! I’d like you to know that english isn’t my first language but I’m trying like crazy. Also, I didn’t put in y/N because I felt like I should call reader Tiffany. If you want to, feel free to insert yourself, though!

Words: ~1,4k for a start

Warning: mentions of sex and drinking but I wouldn’t put an age rating or anything, idk, sorry! (Okay, I’m trying my best to do this slow burn thing and if i’m failing miserably than I’m sorry!)

Chapter 1:

You didn’t really admit it but your new roommate was cool. At first, you thought it was just because he was the one moving in after your terrible ex-roommate who finally finished their degree. But within a few days you noticed it was also his hair, that was a bit longer and a bit messier than the guys that sat in your law lectures wore theirs. Also, you kinda liked his colourful clothing and his vintage furniture that was really giving you the hippie vibes you’d never channel. It was even funny to you that this guy was becoming a dentist but couldn’t boil eggs for the love of god. 

“You’re the best!”, he’d tell you every morning he came into the kitchen only to see a prepared breakfast because you had a few spare moments before you had to go to your class. 

“You’re welcome, Rog”, you’d just reply smiling into your mug. 

“Should I take you to uni?”

“I can take the underground, but thanks.”

“How can you refuse me as a driver everyday?”

“Because you always leave after me and I’ve seen the traffic, I don’t even want to think about your driving!”, you told him and laughed. 

“I’d be careful with you”, he said sheepishly and winked at you before he finished his breakfast and you left the kitchen so he wouldn’t see you blush. You didn’t really talk to a lot of guys, the ones in your classes were either too focused on getting good grades of spoiled pricks, really and you weren’t used to flirting from your ex-roommate either. 

When you came home from your classes around five hours later, Roger was in his room, door open and -

“No, please, I really can’t!”

“Oh, hey, Tiffy”, he answered grinning. “I finally brought my drum kit!”

“No, you’re not! I need to memorise a billion laws this year, please you can’t drum in here!” He softly patted one of the freaking drums you wished never touched ground in this apartment and your stomach twisted with anxiety and hungriness. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I just wanted to scare you”, he explained softly and moved closer to the doorframe, where you still stood in shock. “I got in a band and we’ll be practicing in some old room in the uni, I’ll move my drums there as soon as we start.”

“Thank god”, you mumbled and he grinned. 

“I’m quite good with them, though.”

“I don’t deny that but you didn’t see the neighbours’ glares yet, if you think you could play them here."

“You should come to our first gig, would you? We’re playing right before Pink Floyd, have you heard of them?”

“Uhm, I’m more the classical music kind of girl, I guess”, you admitted, feeling your cheeks tingle again, hoping you wouldn’t blush. 

*-*-*-*-*

You weren’t sure if Roger was okay with that but since you thought you wouldn’t like “Smile” and the huge crowd they’d probably gather, anyway, you told him you were too busy to come to his gig, even though the year was still fresh and this was nothing compared to the stress you got into weeks later. You didn’t really know how Roger didn’t drop out of his dentist classes right away because that first gig had seemingly made his band a thing, requiring them to perform every weekend ever since. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for him - that you didn’t like the way his face lit up when he told you about the band, about his friend Freddie who he started a stall in Kensington Market with and everything else he told you, really - but sometimes it could be annoying. Sometimes he’d wake you up in the middle of the night, stumbling into the flat, looking piss drunk when you peeked out of your room to check what the hell was going on. 

At first, you felt sorry for him and covered yourself in a robe to stay warm while softly guiding him into his room and onto his bed and then going to the kitchen to get him water and pain killers for the next morning. He’d either be fighting to get off his clothes or already be asleep on his bed when you returned. You’d make extra much bacon the next morning, hoping that’d soak up the left over alcohol in his system and you wouldn’t talk until he signalled that he was ready for more noise than the coffee machine’s. However, as time passed you stopped getting up to help him because Roger would still wake you up but in a worse way than coming home wasted - it could have variations but they all annoyed you just the same: sometimes it would be loud giggles in the hallway, other nights it would be his bed frame banging on the wall his room was sharing with yours. It didn’t make any difference that your bed wasn’t on that side of your room at all, it made your bookshelf unstable and wake you up without fail. Another time it would be the groaning and whatever noises he was getting the girl to let out and vice versa, it never failed to make you sick. Not that you’d ever bother to mention it. He’d probably just give you earplugs, something you tried multiple times but found too uncomfortable to even fall asleep in. 

It was an early Sunday and you had already gone on your morning run to clear your thoughts, finished your shower, had breakfast and were halfway through your first round of law repetition for that day. You just left your room to get another cup of coffee when Roger caught you in the hallway. 

“Please, you have to help me”, he mumbled into your ear. “I swear I didn’t plan to, I need to study, too and now I can’t get rid of this damn girl!”

“I’d suggest you put on a shirt to make it easier for her”, you couldn’t help but reply and he’d smile weakly before nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Fine, I got this”, you tried to reassure yourself more than him before walking into the room, finding a girl in Roger’s shirt, trying to make pancakes or whatever. “How many times do I have to tell you?”, you asked Roger, letting your true annoyance come thru. “You can’t have guests in the kitchen on Sundays, my learning group needs the space!”

“I’ll be gone in a second!”, the girl replied and smiled at Roger in a way that made you snort. 

“Obviously not, you’re leaving. I’m not trying to make a fool out of myself in front of the other law students, we need a quiet atmosphere!”

“We should go to my place then”, she’d tell Roger, ignoring you but also sounding annoyed. 

“You know what, I’ll take a shower and come over later, okay?”

“Sure, sweet”, she whispered to him, glaring at you before leaving the kitchen as if the pancakes weren’t turning black. 

“Thank you”, Roger mouthed into your direction, before following the girl. He only returned after she left a few minutes later and smiled as you set a plate of pancakes in front of him. “You’re the best, Tiff.”

“I’m surprised that worked to be honest but you’re welcome anyway”, you replied, unable to tell him that this was the first and last time you had done something like this. 

“You’re kidding, I totally bought the learning group and I really wish I had something like that.”

“When are your exams?”

“Way too soon”, he tried to get around the question. “And yours?”

“Starting the Tuesday after this one”, you explained and moved your shoulders because they started cramping and hurting only at the thought. 

“‘M sorry about that”, Roger told you and got up to step behind the chair you were sitting on. You wanted to turn around to see what he’d do but then he put his big, warm hands on your shoulders and started massaging them softly. It made you forget where you were for a moment and you closed your eyes to let yourself fall into his grip, humming as the sharp, stress-infused pain finally went away. 

“Thank you so much”, you whispered softly as he finished and could hear him chuckle behind you. 

“Anytime, love.”

-

I’d like to tag @blondecarfucker because your support is literally why you’re looking at this right now and I truly hope you like it! If anyone has any thoughts or comments, don’t hesitate to let me know. 

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 (I’m not confident in my ability to write Sangwoo’s character. As such, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry.)

To start things off, you don't consider yourself the colorful type. The kind that brightens up the room just by walking into it, that knows how to make people smile; that everyone can feel relaxed and happy around because of someone so amiable. That kind of person is someone you strive to be, and to be frank, it's more than possible.

Except, at the same time, it isn't.

What's your problem, exactly?

First and foremost, you're fresh out of high school - an online high school, to be exact. People your age tend to be rather haughty, rude even, so you were much less than inclined to go to a regular school campus. In addition to that, crowds tend to make you nervous. Actually, scratch that, you're petrified of them, mostly due to getting overstimulated easy and are thus more susceptible to panicking.

You like to believe things weren't always that way, though. It's not as though your memory can stretch too far anymore, but you want to imagine you were particularly sociable back in the day. Childhood's flown far away from you, taking the memories with it. As of right now, you're blissfully unaware of the possibilities resting in what you forgot. You will, however, continue to believe that the elementary and middle school days were so pretty good, especially with-

Fire, fire fire! Fire from the tongues of liars... You're ashamed of where you're from, Crying 'cause your father's drunk-

Your hand flops onto your phone, turning off the alarm in a quick sliding motion. Just like that, it falls limp beside it, a groan vibrating your throat. Eventually, you pick your head up, feeling your blankets slide off your head and shoulders as you rise up and turn until you're sitting up. Through narrowed eyelids, you take in your surroundings. The same fairy lights, the same variety of colors, the same... everything making up the safety of your bedroom.

Staring up at the color-changing lights, you can't help sighing, it turning into a yawn as you maneuver to the edge of your bed. Even with socks on, your floor feels almost unbearably cold. Standing, you stretch out until you nearly fistbump the ceiling fan, smacking your lips slightly before slowly coming to your senses.

One thing you know full well about yourself is that you're very well adjusted to this entire spiel, where because you no longer have school you have close to nothing to do with yourself. The only time you've gone out of the house is to go grocery shopping with your brother - something that happened once every two weeks, given there's only so much two people can eat in the whole house. It's actually kind of funny.

That's not to say you've given up on yourself, though. Had you given up on life itself out of undeniable stress, you wouldn't be doing the simple things like taking showers and changing your clothes every day. Matter of fact, you probably wouldn't be doing very well if you just gave up. As such, you're going to keep your promises and look for a college to go to. Oddly enough, whether or not you're doing online classes or on-campus classes is almost irrelevant; you miss being around people that much. To put it simply, you're beginning to forget what it feels like to have a normal conversation.

You run a hand through your hair, distinctly remembering showering last night. Rolling your shoulders back, you open one of your drawers, grabbing a hairbrush and running it through your hair. To your relief, it doesn't get caught on any knots, and you're left with perfectly combed hair. Kinda.

Leaning a bit, you open your drawers, finding some clothes. Maneuvering until the door is out of sight, you shed your pajamas, quickly jumping into your day clothes. Smoothing them out, you go over to your bed, turning off your lights and leaving your room, peering up and down the hall before going over to the stairs, going down and into the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet, you cup the cool water in your hands, rubbing it onto your face until it's clean. Finishing up your business, you dry off your face, leaving and going to the kitchen. Meandering about, you assemble what could be described as breakfast, sitting down to eat. As you do, you look around aimlessly, not being able to help frowning slightly at how the house never changes even once. At the very least, you'd like to see something cluttered, so that you'd have something to sort through.

The floor above lets out a variety of creaks, bringing you to attention. Quickly, you finish your meal, moving and washing your dishes and putting them aside, moving into the living room to sit, finding the remote and turning on the TV. Like usual, there's nothing particularly interesting, so you settle on a nature documentary, crossing your legs and leaning back. You're only marginally invested in learning about panda bears, but you will admit the camera people must have had a grand old time filming.

... Who all died when trying to film predators and snakes? How many of these have you watched? Which one was your favorite?

With a grating sigh, you listen to not just what's in front of you, but the other noises in the house. They're travelling from here to there, until eventually they're just nearby. Following that, you hear water in the pipes running, signifying one thing:

Sangwoo's up.

It's only seven in the morning, but your brother's not really the type to just hang around when he has classes. You wouldn't be lying if you ever said you wished he'd stay a bit longer - it gets really boring around here - but you also kind of want to spend more time with him. Then again, you're not inclined to go to the same college as him for the sole reason he wouldn't let you out of his sights if you did.

Even so, you can't help feeling like his has some opportunity, so you'll humor him and apply there for college, but there's another facility you want to go to: Hongik. It has dormitories, so you'll be away from home for it, but you're just not sure what Sangwoo would think of it. He's not really the type to be overly protective, but he's the precise reason that you can't even go outside for a breath of fresh air. At least, not without his permission.

It's infuriating, but what can you do about it? There's been some odd stuff happening as of late, considering the fact that the police force seems more aware and people have been disappearing. Mostly girls a little older than you, though - as such, you can see why nowadays Sangwoo is less than inclined to let you outside. Something could happen to you.

It really doesn't help that you're all he's got, and vice versa. Both your parents are dead, though both at different times. You don't remember much about dad, considering one day, he just... vanished. Of course, you were still pretty young at the time, so you didn't understand what had happened to him. All you knew was that you didn't see him much. Or maybe you did, and you don't remember anymore, per usual.

If you can put things in better words, the memories are gone, but the essence of them is still there, somewhat.

What did dad even look like...?

As for mom, she herself died later on in both of your lives. That was before Sangwoo dyed - bleached? - his hair, so you were old enough to remember. Unfortunately, you weren't around to see the circumstances in which she passed - you'd been up in your room, playing on one of those handheld games she'd gotten you for your birthday. So, you were too focused on it to realize something else was probably going on.

When you learned she was dead, though, you remember you were more than devastated. You kept thinking to yourself that you couldn't live without her; she was everything to you - you're sure of that. You've long forgotten her face and voice, but the essence of her memory is still there. And when you look at Sangwoo, you can feel it.

I wish she were still here... Maybe weekends wouldn't feel so lonely. Maybe you would still have your memories.

Since then, Sangwoo had kept beside you, taking care of you. Neither of you thought about leaving the house despite all the memories, good and bad, attached to it. Even with the emotional weight the deaths of your parents left, he wanted to stay right there, no if, ands, or buts. You didn't complain at first, but you still find yourself getting unreasonably anxious when you meander about the second floor.

The two of you had lost everything - so much that it shouldn't even have to hurt to lose each other. But it does, because the two of you shared a connection; a bond. Though, you don't know whether to call it the love of two siblings or just... well, you don't know how to describe it; you don't remember the last time he hugged you. He used to do so quite a bit when you were little, given how close you two were like siblings should be. As you two got older, though, things slowly changed.

He was... broken, to say the least. You don't remember why, like usual, you just recall you were still too young to understand what was happening around you - or even remember it when it became too much.

Funny how you work ever so differently from Sangwoo, huh. You're managing to forget things at an unpredictably changing rate, while Sangwoo seems to remember things a bit too well. Sometimes, you wish he'd confide in you, in addition to you not feeling this odd anxiety whenever you have any talks at all.

Do you two even depend on each other anymore, in that regard? What's changing with the two of you? Is Sangwoo the man he was supposed to be? You wish you knew.

Be careful what you wish for, little sissy.

"[Name]." It doesn't take a rocket scientist to recognize Sangwoo's voice. Once you hear it, though, you stand up, your socked feet making the softest paps on the floor as you walk to where it came from. Before you know it, you're in the kitchen again, facing him - and like usual, the room's air feels a bit heavier.

You cross your arms, shifting your weight from both legs to your right - a motion your brother mirrors with ease.

Like usual, Sangwoo looks fresh. Then again, he has to when he has classes - otherwise he just looks like he's planning a murder. He looks older on those days; he looks tired. If you're being honest with yourself, you don't like those days, where you have to spend time with him, be it to go grocery shopping or play games together. The latter isn't as fun as it is on your own, mainly because of the fact that Sangwoo doesn't speak or get into the spirit of it. (Unless you two play Mario Kart, wherein he just says 'On your left' or 'On your right' whenever he manages to pass you.)

"Did you eat?" He asks.

"Yes," You nod.

"Alright." Sangwoo grabs a bottle of water from the fridge to shove into his backpack. "I'm not planning on cooking tonight. I'm ordering pizza for us, okay?"

"Okay."

His dark eyes lift up to look at you before he meanders over to your side. It feels as though he's gotten even taller. "Also, don't forget, you have another doctor's appointment tomorrow. It's already on the calendar, but it's established that I should remind you anyway." He lifts a large hand, patting your shoulder twice. "You know the drill, right?"

"No going outside except to get the mail, make sure the house stays clean, don't open the door for anyone, get to bed on time." The last one's pretty out of place, but your bedtime is meant to be earlier. Doctor's orders; the rest is mostly just common sense.

"Right." Sangwoo's hand moves to rub your head. "I have some after-class stuff to do, so I'm gonna be home a little late."

You want to question what that stuff is. "Okay."

He glances at the clock on the oven, patting your shoulder one more time. "See you, kiddo." Just like that, big brother's out the door, leaving you with the faint sound of the TV and the occasional creaking the house makes as though it's speaking to you.

You don't work right. Sangwoo knows. Both of you know. And yet he has the ability to trust you enough not to get in trouble. He's had to play the big brother and the father role now that you two have no parents - something you're sure stresses him out. Though, it's not your fault. You know it's not.

Just thinking about it is making you dizzy even as you're meandering back to the TV, flopping onto the couch with an arm slung under your head.

The past times you went to the doctor, there was nothing physically wrong with you. Then again, you're not sure what's expected of you, given you're not even allowed outside with proper cause.

How long has it been since you had a meaningful conversation with Sangwoo? When was the last time you two went out to have fun? When did he hug you last? Where was he whenever you felt like your own head was ready to collapse from not just the overwhelming boredom, but the strain of trying to fill in the ever-growing blanks in your memory? You don't remember what your own father looked like - not even your mother's voice. In the end, it's up to your desperate subconscious to play make-believe as if a means to keep you from completely falling apart at the seams. And you know full well it's only going to work for so much longer.

It's hard. So hard. And nobody understands.

You don't even remember what your favorite kind of cake is.

Frustrated, you roll onto your stomach, pounding the couch's cushions as if it'd puke out some sort of answer to your issues. There's so many of them, though, that the couch would never be able to provide comfort for them. Just relief for a spine, a butt, or even your head when you can't gather the strength or motivation to sit properly. It's kind of funny, really.

Searching for the remote, you turn off the TV, sighing heavily as you get back up. Lumbering back into the kitchen, you look it over. Sangwoo's good about cleaning up after himself, so you don't have any dishes to worry about. A bit disheartened, you move around, looking for a stain to clean up or something. No dice, again.

You pout, and the cycle repeats all throughout the downstairs - up until you come across the trapdoor to the basement.

As usual, you don't remember why, but you never liked the basement. Even going near it frightens you. You picture it's because you always get a weird smell from it, or maybe you saw a rat or something else down there and you don't remember. Only Sangwoo has the gut to go down there - which he has indeed done. How many times, you don't know, you just know he's the kind of person that can handle anything.

Maybe... just looking won't hurt.

Steadily, you reach for the hoop, fingers trembling. After some mental coaxing - you really shouldn't be this twitchy - you manage to grip it, lifting it until it opens with a resounding 'creak'. The kind of creak haunted houses make in horror movies when people are too stupid to listen to the realtor. You want to see a horror movie where the people are actually smart for once... It'd be a nice break.

The odd smell is even worse now. It's a mixture of vinegar, old wood, and aging pennies; a combination that could easily scream 'haunted'. The next step is to just get down there to see what needs to be cleaned, but even as you try to urge yourself to crawl down there, your body won't move. The silence, the musty smell, the foreboding darkness inside even with the trapdoor open is very quickly becoming too much. You're already ready to throw up.

"... I pass," You say softly, closing the trapdoor again. There will be a day when you can go down there and not be scared - today is not that day.

Deciding to pretend like you didn't even see the inside of the basement, you speedwalk up the stairs, whistling nervously to break the suddenly crushing silence. Something cold begins to twist your stomach, your hair sticking to your neck as your skin grows cold and clammy. Your steps fall to a halt, and you find yourself stuck there like glue, as though held in place by some kind of invisible force. Slowly, you look back, wondering if there’s something back there to be worried about, something causing the feeling of eyes in your back.

Quickly, a blur of shapes and colors passes, and you find yourself letting out a piercing shriek. Before you know it, you're making a mad dash everywhere in the upstairs, eventually finding a closed door and bursting through it, diving into the nearest comfortable looking thing and making a cocoon out of your shirt, sinking your head through the collar and burying your face into your knees after pulling them into it.

A second goes by. Then two. Then three. Then suddenly a full minute passes. Brows curved upwards, you poke your head up and look around, sitting up to look like an actual human again. Glancing around, you take notice of the room's cleanliness, and eventually the decor. Heat returning to your core, you find yourself wondering why you'd even been scared. It's like something just started chasing you up the stairs or something and disappeared the moment you hid.

You shudder, getting onto your feet and straightening out the bed behind you. Meandering shakily out of the room, you close the door behind you and make it so you weren't there at all. Opening closed doors isn't something to do - you know that, and you weren't even taught. Well... you were? You don't know anymore.

Seeking the bathroom, you only glance around for a quick moment. The only thing different about this room is that the shower curtain is drenched from Sangwoo showering earlier. Sighing, you decide to just retreat into your bedroom, peeking through your own curtains to the world outside.

The two of you live just near a street, so there's cars always passing your house. A good activity you did out of boredom - nevermind how long you did it - was count how many black and red cars passed. It kept you occupied, and it was oddly relaxing in terms of any anxiety you had towards future appointments, be them the dentist or doctor.

Doctor! You remember now! Quickly tugging out your phone, you hastily pull up notifications, writing down your appointment - and are scared out of your wit when suddenly your screen changes to a call. Sangwoo's picture appears in the middle of the screen. Quickly, you swipe to the right, holding it up to your ear.

"Give me a heart attack, Sangwoo," You frown. On the other end, he chuckles.

"Sorry, squirt," He hums. Squirt...?

Oh, that's right, that means he's surrounded. Every pet name he gives you on the phone, you realize, signals different things. "Are you in class? Why are you calling me?" This is weird. Extremely weird.

"Don't act so surprised, little sissy. I'm just checking on you," He says merrily. A tone he usually takes on with other people.

You know Sangwoo. There's a particular memory that comes forward with this tone of voice, after all. One time, you two were out going grocery shopping, and like he would demand, you'd be in front of him, pushing the cart with him. (Feeling him breathe on your head was always such a weird feeling.) At some point or another, you recall some guy shouting his name, and like some sort of switch in his head, Sangwoo's expression switched from just stone cold to suddenly undeniably warm and gentle as he was pulled into a conversation with some guy from school.

You don't remember his name. All you remember is that Sangwoo was a completely different person - the kind you wished was your brother at this point - whenever he was talking to people from school. It was almost creepy.

"Thank you?" You mean for it to be a statement, but you're so confused that it switches into a question.

"Everything okay over there? Is the house scary?" He quips.

You want to ask about the basement. "Kind of?"

"Aww. Poor little sissy. Don't you worry about a thing - your big brother's got your back."

Pursing your lips, you nod. "Alright... I- Is that it?"

You hear some other voices in the back, then a sigh, before it's suddenly quiet. Flaring your nostrils, you move the phone away from your ear. "Alright then." Your thumb reaches for the red 'hang up' button, when Sangwoo's voice pipes back up.

"What has my precious little sister been up to, all alone in that big house?" His tone's a bit lower, a signal you know well even now. "Has she been trying to slay the monsters under the house?"

This... doesn't sound like him playing. "No." You sound more composed than you would have expected.

"Good. I've got all that covered. You just play and play, and your big brother's gonna get rid of all the scary things, okay?" He asks. "And did you put down the appointment yet?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Like I said, I'll be home a bit late. Stay out of trouble."

"I want to go outside."

"No." His tone lowers even more; a warning.

"Sangwoo, I-"

"Open a window or something. I don't want you going outside. You remember what we talked about. You could get kidnapped or something. And if you really want a reason not to go out, Let me make something very clear." You grip your phone tightly as his voice lowers even more. "I don't care who's your friend. I don't care who's going to take care of you. It's not like you have either. If you did, they're no longer there - these past couple years made sure of that."

Sangwoo, come on... "Just think of it like a sign, if you wanna start feeling better. Now that your pretty little head's cast out all the scary things, there's no way you can go anywhere. That's why I'm here - and it's also why you should be grateful you're still in that house, you little-" He trails off, and when he speaks back up, his tone's lighter. "Yoonjae's looking for me. We're gonna have a good ol' family dinner when I get back - and we're gonna talk some more about what we've gotta work out, okay?"

Without giving you a word in edgewise, Sangwoo hangs up.

Well, alright then.

It's not unusual for Sangwoo to get riled up when you talk about getting out. Given you're the only family he has now and vice versa, he's hell-bent on "keeping you safe", as he likes putting it. It feels more like he's isolating you, just like he seems to have isolated himself - from you. Whenever the two of you even talk, it's a constant reminder that he doesn't want to let you go. Understandable as it is - you wouldn't want your younger sibling going off on their own if they couldn't remember much even about themselves either. Despite that, it's still unacceptable, in your mind; he's suffocating you.

Finishing up with the notifications, you find your TV and kneel in front of it, tugging out a game - you don't feel like playing Space Invaders again, you did that yesterday - from one of the cubbies. Since Sangwoo doesn't play video games, he was very much chill about you having the systems in your room. Then again, he was fine with everything you did so long as you didn't inconvenience him too much.

Most of the games you have these days are retro or mystery games, moreso for the fact that they're said to be good for your brain. The neurologist did encourage this, since they required you to concentrate and solve puzzles; things that would very much improve your brain function along with your medication.

Before you really know it, you lose yourself in Tetris, completely losing track of time.

...

You don't know how much time went by, but you're ripped to attention when your phone rings again. Putting down your controller, you stand, going over to it and picking up.

"Uh, hello?" You answer.

"Open the door."

You hang up, pocketing your phone and meandering down to the stairs. In your near-frenzy to meet your brother, you miss a step and find yourself tumbling, your limbs being bent in weird directions and your body being bombarded with various impacts until you're laying spread-eagle on the floor.

"... Ow."

Getting back up, you rush to the front door. Opening it up slightly, you quickly recognize Sangwoo and let him in, noticing the two pizza boxes in his arms. Though, he doesn't seem interested in them, glancing at you and then to the kitchen, briefly nodding his head towards it as means of urging you. Not needing to be told twice, you scurry behind him, and once you two are in the kitchen, he puts the boxes on the table and turns to you.

"You fell down the stairs again?" He asks. "I could hear you."

You blink.

"I told you not to get in any trouble," He mentions, eyebrows raising until they look ready to fly off his face. "And here you are, always getting yourself into a mess."

"Well that's not very nice," You hum, to which he just shakes his head.

"Just get a plate and get your pizza, I didn't buy it so it could get cold on the damn table," He orders. Yep, orders.

At this point, you're not in the mood to point out his tone, so you do as he asks, grabbing two slices and sitting down. Even then, though, you're not sure what you should be doing or saying. You want to ask about how his day was, but he'd probably get on you for prying. You want to ask about the basement, but then he'd ridicule you for being scared of the dark. Sibling troubles? Maybe, but you can't help feeling like there's more to it than that.

So, you decide to be presumptuous. "How was your day?" You ask, the tip of your slice barely on your lip.

With a tilted head and an uninterested gaze, he takes about a minute to answer. "Exactly how you would picture my day would be. You might not work right, but you're not an idiot." I've never felt love like that in days. "But, since you asked me, I'll tell you. I got there, I talked to some guys, arm wrestled with Yoonjae-"

"Yoonjae? Like..."

"-Yes, from the store, don't interrupt. This time, I was sure I'd wind up breaking something." Why does he sound so nonchalant? Then he notices the look on your face. "I'm talking about his ego."

You just shrug in acknowledgement, a crease in your brow as you finish your slice, putting down the crust.

"And how about you? How's your day been? I mean, I can probably tell how, but I was nice enough to tell you how my day was," Sangwoo adds, resting his cheek in his palm. His other hand is resting on the table, drumming on it with his fingertips. There's no concrete rhythm, and it's already starting to drive you insane.

"... I cleaned," You say after a bit, though moreso through your teeth. "Most of the house, anyway."

"Where'd you miss?" This time, you avoid your brother's eyes.

"... The basement," You respond, eyes admiring the table. It's slightly scuffed up from use, but otherwise a fine table. But then it rattles following a jarring 'thump' - and you quickly look up to see he's halfway upright, hand slapped to the table to get your attention.

"Did you go down there?" He demands, to which you quickly shake your head. "That's right. You don't need to go down there, okay? There's no way in hell there's anything down there worth almost sh-."

"Watch your profanity."

"- dirtying your pants for." Lowering himself back down, he grabs another slice. "That being said, let's move on. Have you decided what college you're going to?"

You blink, responding, "Hongik University."

"Oh, really?" Huh? "Have you decided your major?"

"Performing Arts. If that doesn't work out, I can always change. It'll be difficult, but it'll be fine, I'm sure." At this point, you're somewhat apprehensive. "I don't have the brain for economics or architecture."

"Sure you don't." He's oddly indifferent, and it shows by how he leans back, setting his mouth in a straight line. "There's not really a whole lot of shame in pursuing a minor field. I don't really expect you to do anything spectacular anyway." When he catches your full - and slightly offended - attention, he leans forward again. "It's been established that you can hardly understand how the world works anymore. I mean, it's okay - there's nothing to understand; nothing to think about."

"So, you're... accepting that I'm applying?" It all depends on if your application is accepted. "I mean, I am gonna be going away there. It has dorms."

"Hey, you fit the qualifications, you're more than capable of taking care of yourself despite... well, your-"

You quickly slam your hand onto the table. "Sangwoo!"

"All I'm saying is that your condition might throw a wrench in your plans," He shrugs. "You're still forgetting things, you know. You'll inevitably forget simple stuff like your schedule, dorm number, even the faces of your professors. Leaving home and being in an unfamiliar place isn't good for you. You don't need that, now do you?"

You frown, to which he makes a flippant gesture of dismissal.

Your "condition" does have a name, the neurologist said -  Retrograde Amnesia, or something like that. You're glad it has a name, considering you could undergo treatment according with the research you and Sangwoo would be doing on it.

"That'll be the end of that. Take your medicine and get to bed now," He tells you. "Remember, neurologist appointment. You need to be well-rested, little sissy."

"... Do I have a physical?" You can't help asking. When he shakes his head, you sigh in relief. "Do you need help putting that away?"

"No, now get ready for bed. You remember the orders," He scolds. "I'm not going to be responsible if you wind up passing out or going blank at the office. That's the last thing we want, is a repeat of last month."

"I thought we agreed to never talk about that again!"

"I lied."

You huff. "Whatever." You stand up, meandering towards the stairs. "Goodnight, big bro."

"Goodnight, squirt."

Just as you reach the middle of the stairs, you glance in the direction of the basement trapdoor. Even if you can't see it too well, just looking at it is twisting your stomach. It could've just been the smell or how dark it was down there, but you can't help feeling like there's something down there you need to know about. Something... big. Like a million dollar treasure, or an artifact stolen from the highest security protected museum on the planet.

Though, it's like Sangwoo told you: you don't have any business going down there. Maybe it's just the Oh family secret that only the eldest son could know about, or perhaps there's something relevant to your lost memories down there and that's why Sangwoo's encouraging you to stay away. Why he would, though, is far beyond you just like everything else.

And as you stand in the bathroom, dry swallowing your medication, you wonder at the possibilities.

Looking up into the mirror, you can’t help noticing your reflection. Looking back at you is a girl that seems as though she just crawled out of Wonderland. More than that, everything about her doesn’t feel normal. It’s like she popped out of a storybook, like she was born something that wasn’t meant to be real; like she isn’t supposed to be there in the mirror. Just seeing her makes your heart sink into your stomach.

And the worst part is: that girl is you. Someone who’s lost who she used to be, who she is.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you furiously water it, put toothpaste on, and start brushing. Using a free hand, you close and lock the bathroom door, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and sighing through your nose. Absentmindedly, you run your brush along your teeth at all angles, beginning to sway on your butt - until you fall back and into the tub with a yelp.

A couple seconds later, you hear, “What are you doing up there?”

Twisting a little, you push up and out of the tub - that thing qualifies as something to be in a Japanese locker room - to walk to the sink. Spitting out the toothpaste foam, you turn on the faucet, cupping your hands underneath and slurping up the water, swishing and spitting and repeating until you feel clean. Opening up,  you lightly step through the hall and get into your room. Closing the door behind you, you lock it, going and changing into some pajamas.

Plugging in your fairy lights, you crawl into bed, setting your alarm and drifting off, curling up tightly into a ball.

Tomorrow’s Thursday, right? I didn’t look at the calendar...

You glance into your phone again.

You know something... if you pronounced Thursday like Thawrsday... that’d be pretty hilarious.

One of the many side effects of your meds, the Neurologist said, is how you’d be affected overall - so this wild train of thought while you’re drifting away is a sign it’s kicking in.

The moment you put down your hand, you’re out.

@koulej Here it is. I’ll also send it to you in a PM, so that you can see it.

#killingstalking #killing stalking #ks #sangwoo #writing #my writing #readerinsert #I mean I'm not too confident in this story #the only character i feel i can do with relative certainty is bum

[sunnysidewrites]

Neighbor!Woozi

based on this post hehehe

i just fed yall TWICE. in the span of just 2 DAYS!!! AND THEY’RE BOTH MORE OR LESS THE SAME LONG ASS LENGTH!!! yeah that’s right i went overboard again gtg

happy happy bday to the lovely admin bee of @mansaeboysbe you are such a beautiful person inside and out, and im incredibly proud to know someone like you :’))) i’ve already sent a bday message to you so im not tryna redo it LOL but just know that i love you a whole lot and i always will! 💗💗💗💗💓💓 (she’s also the same person who gave me those beautiful headers on my mlist so please give her tons of love <333) love you sm hub hope you have a wonderful and fantastic day!!!

*to all the mutuals with bdays that have either passed or are coming up, i love you all SO FREAKING MUCH so pls dont feel left out!! it just so happened that i wanted to write this au for a long time and i wanted to present it as a bday gift for this jihoon stan hehe but i rlly love each every single one of u ok babes? <333*

warnings: i feel like i dragged this on for too long but i hope it’s still cute :’)) also i put in a joke like twice LOL anyways lil wooz only gets tongue-tied around you so you become his muse for songs

You were looking for a place to stay in bc “I am a grown adult i am not living with yall anymore” you @ your parents

And they’re like lol ok Good Luck Kiddo

After a month and a half of deeeeep searching you finally find a reasonably priced place to live in

It’s quite a distance from your parents’ home but it’s the point of you moving out to begin with

On the move-in day, you’re carrying your boxes up to your new apartment complex and you hear some tunes drifting from your next door neighbor

And you’re like hey this is actually really good music but i’ve never heard of it

You shrug it off and continue settling in

Once you finished hauling your boxes, you were about to pass out on your couch

Ok you actually did pass out on your couch

But you had to unpack some necessities later that night for bathroom and bedroom purposes

All you had for dinner was pop in some instant ramen and call it a night. You then hopped in the shower and got ready for bed

The following morning it was primarily you unpacking and shifting around your furniture a little but it was challenging by yourself

You were making a good amount of noise and in the middle of the day you were met with a very loud knock on your door

And you were in the middle of unpacking your kitchenware so you were like oh shoot ahh i’ll be right there!!

Little did you know your next door neighbor wasn’t having any of it

Can’t I get some peace and quiet around here? He grumbled as he impatiently waited for you to open the door

I swear, I’m gonna tell them off they won’t even knOW what will hit--

You finally opened the door, and he’s like oh. My gosh.

You had a few pieces of hair sticking to your forehead and your hair was tied back in a messy bun

You were dressed in a faded coral tee underneath a pair of worn-out denim overalls with house slippers

Everything he planned to complain about suddenly vanished and his first thought was:

“Is that Pikachu on your front pocket?”

Apparently he said that aloud, which he didn’t register until he saw you giggling

“Yeah, it was a hand-me-down! Still cute, right?”

And he’s kinda still just staring at you with his mouth slightly agape

And you’re like oh right ahem did you need anything?

That’s when he notices the utter mess behind you: plastic covering still over some of your furniture, half-emptied boxes littered in almost every inch of the floor, etc.

And that’s when it hits him: all that noise was you unpacking

“O-oh yeah, I just,, wanted to let you know that it was getting a little loud since I live right next door”

He silently curses at himself like i almost went off at my new neighbor rip that wasn’t gonna be a good first impression

Luckily for him, you were chill about it and you’re like omg sorry!!! It’s a little tough doing this by myself, sorry for the ruckus

Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “do you need any help?”

Jihoon internally: u doofus u have an album to produce whAT ARE U DOING

Jihoon externally: i can help you :))) no matter how smol i may be

But that internal reprimanding melted away when he saw your eyes light up in relief and you’re practically bouncing up and down

“Would you, really??? It would be great if I had another hand around! Oh, but you’re probably occupied doing something, right??” and you feel bad that a stranger, your next door neighbor nonetheless, was about to abandon his work just for you

A cute neighbor, at that

Jihoon is like ok this is your chance to get away and go back to work cmon man

But there’s just something about you that pulls him in magnetically and he finds himself trying to reason internally that it’ll just be for a “few moments”

Yyyeaaahhh that doesn’t happen lmao rip Jihoon’s songs

Jihoon is just like “nah it’s fine I can help out for a bit” and you’re like god bless this human being

When you open your door further to let him in, he’s like oh right btw I’m Jihoon

“I’m y/n! Sorry about the mess, I only got here yesterday evening”

He shakes his head and quirks up his lips ever so slightly, “i remember when my place looked like this too except replace this space with music production things”

And you’re like ooOOoOoOO you make songs??? That’s amazing!!

And that’s when you got the ball rolling!!!

“A few moments” turn into hours and the next thing you know it’s dinnertime

“Oh crap sorry for keeping you for this long,,, those songs won’t produce themselves, right? I think I can take it from here”

Admittedly, jihoon didn’t wanna leave just yet bc he actually enjoyed your company and it was nice taking a break from staring at his screen frustratedly

“Well, I don’t mind helping out. I could show you my work one day if you want”

And you’re like holy cheeseballs yES

He starts getting up and brushing off his clothes and you’re a little sad that he’s leaving and he kinda is too :(

“If you’re not too busy tomorrow, you’re welcome to help me out more! I mean, you already helped me a whole lot today, but there’s still some things left to do”

As much as his brain is telling him to NOT DO IT,,,,

He does it

Next thing you know, jihoon is at your door again around the same time and he has something in his hand

As you let him inside, you ask him what it is and he’s like ;))))

“It’s a CD that compiled just a few songs I thought you might like”

And you’re #shook bc did he really just have a CD like this out in the open or did he really take his time yesterday to transfer songs on it??

“Do you have a player or a laptop?”

“Yeah, my laptop is on my bed, you can bring it out here!” You shout over your shoulder as you arrange your things in the living room

Shortly afterwards he emerges from the hallway and he presses a few buttons and clicks here and there and beautiful melodies ring out from your speakers

You can’t help but stop rustling to take in the sweet tunes and you’re just like :’))) have i heard anything so beautiful??? :’)))

One of the songs sound vaguely familiar and you realize it’s what you heard when you first arrived here

“Did you actually produce this??? This sounds like an actual song you can hear on the radio”

And he’s like yep made by yours truly!!!

He was only using “yours truly” half-metaphorically if you know what I mean ;)))

You keep bouncing to all the catchy tunes and swaying to the soulful ones

And in all honesty, seeing your reactions makes Jihoon feel really warm and even a little proud bc it’s one of the biggest reasons why he loves his job so much

He makes eye contact with you and you’re like :D and he’s like ahEM COuGh coUGh i’m gonna dust this shelf over here

He suddenly stands up and busies himself and you’re like ???? okie dokie

He’s a real help around the place and you’re practically done settling in

As you survey your fresh living space, you can’t help but feel a little…. Disheartened?

Bc it was actually really fun to have him around even while he made blunt remarks about your taste of decorations

“This looks like something my five-year-old niece would have”

“For your information, I got that from a five-year-old!! It’s cute, alright!”

You spent the past three days with Jihoon unpacking and talking about whatever comes to mind

Jihoon is pretty devastated that he has to go back to his makeshift studio in his room as much as he will never admit it

He eventually leaves your place and the both of you are just sad little puppies

From then on, every time you pass by each other, you greet him with a friendly smile and wave and you never fail to make his heart skip several beats

You don’t talk as much as how you first started bc he’s gotten much busier trying to mass-produce a lot of songs

For some strange reason, every time you hear a melody coming from the other side of the walls, you feel like you’re somehow connected with him

Well, except for the muffled cursing LMAO

And sometimes you would also hear several male voices at once and you’re guessing they’re his friends or the people he’s working with on the song, but based on their friendly banter and the constant run-throughs, it’s probably both

You would hear the same melody play over and over again, and you’re guessing he’s stuck on a certain part of a song as he tries to recreate new melodies from that point on

“aaAAGHGHHHGGHHHH” *deep sigh* me trying to overcome writer’s block LMAO

This would happen for about half an hour and you can’t help but wanting to reach out to him, but you’re not exactly the most musically-inclined person sadly

When he ultimately calms down, he goes back to working on the song until he finally gets the results he desires

More often than not, you fall asleep from hearing the slow ballads he creates with a smile on your face

Lil Jihoon does try to visit you and vice versa!! He sometimes shows up with random food and more CDs and you’re wondering just how many songs has this guy produced in his lifetime??? He looks around the same age as you but he’s probably produced 26+ songs by the way he packs a decent amount on each CD

Usually his excuse to sharing a meal with you is that “the guys brought over too much and i have a ton of leftovers that i can’t finish by myself”

In reality, he stared at a restaurant’s menu and contemplated for about twenty minutes about what you would like. This guy’s got dedication not just for work

“Would it be weird if i get fried chicken?? Maybe just a bowl of noodles?? What if soup is better??? It would give weird vibes if i bought drinks too, right?? Or should i just go ahead and buy them???”

Regardless of what he buys, you’re eager to eat anything and everything with your fav neighbor *wink wonk*

You feel bad when he would do that though, so you try to return the favor every so often as well

One time, you ordered some takeout but the servings were waaaaay bigger than advertised and you’re like Idea!! Let’s head over next door!! So you took the plastic bags and put in some drinks before heading out the door

You knocked on the door and that was when you heard light chatter on the other side of the door

You’re like sldjfljds i hope im not interrupting anything aaa mAYBE I SHOULD JUST LEAVE--

Too late, someone’s voice rang out “I’ll get it!” and next thing you know, the door swings out to reveal a face you’ve never seen before

“Oh, hi!” He says a little surprisedly but with a smile nevertheless

“H-hi, umm,,,, is Jihoon there?”

The guy is nodding his head in the direction of the back hallway, “yeah, he’s in the bathroom” and that’s when he looks down at your hands and his eyes instantly light up

“Omg did you bring food?? You’re so thoughtful!! Come in, come in!!” and before you could protest he literally drags you in and you’re met with a bunch of other strangers who are staring back at you like :oooo????

“Who’s this?? Jihoon never mentioned someone coming over today,, AND YOU CAN’T JUST DRAG SOMEONE IN THIS ISN’T YOUR HOME”

And you’re like ya i didnt know either lmao

You’re awkwardly shifting on your feet and praying jihoon will pop up instantaneously bc you’re gonna melt in embarrassment

“I just wanted to give him some of this,” you hold up your hands to gesture your food, “since it’s too much for me to finish on my own”

“Oh that’s cool! Some of the other guys are actually out to get more lunch, but food goes out fast with all of us here,” another guy says as he pats your shoulder reassuringly. “Well, since you’re already here, you can join us!”

“I-it’s ok! I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything, I just wanted to deliver this,,, I’ll get going” and you’re about to zOOM outta there but the same guy who ushered you in is like nO DONT LEAVE

“We’re taking a lunch break, so it’s cool if you join us! I’m Soonyoung” and he’s like :DDD and you’re just like ,,,, what a hyper guy but i like him

Everyone goes around to introducing themselves

you do a headcount of 8 and you remember there’s more guys getting food for them,,,, holy heck how many people do they have???? You’re about to introduce yourself after them but then

“Soonyoung, who was at the door--” a familiar voice calls out in the hallway before he emerges

And jihoon is like dsljLSJDF what the hELL

“Y/N??? What are you doing here???” *side eyes soonyoung*

And everyone’s making eyes at each other like waIT WAIT THIS IS Y/N???

“Soonyoung dragged me inside”

“Gdi soonyoung, how many times do i have to tell you that you can’t go around dragging people to join us???”

This guy who you think is named Seokmin pipes up, “yeah he does this all the time at our workplace too. A lot of our coworkers always end up extending their stay for far too long” and you’re nodding slowly like yeahhh i can see that happening

Soonyoung’s eyes are widened and he turns to jihoon like “is this the y/n that inspired your recent so--”

And jihoon is quick to cover his mouth so his voice is all muffled

“aHahaAHHAH soonyoung’s always the joker, april fools day!!! Let’s set the table, the others should be back soon”

jihoon whispering to soonyoung: you better sleep with one eye open tonight boi

And you’re like uhh alrighty :)))???

About twenty minutes after you’ve arrived, there’s another knock on the door

Soonyoung is practically bouncing on his way to the door and you can hear more unknown voices

They’re filing in and they suddenly stop and look at you like wait what

Them: :o????

You: :))),,, what up

Jeonghan briefly explains the situation to the guy who came in the door first and you’re lowkey intimidated bc he seems to be eldest and looks like he could beat you up to a pulp

BOY WERE YOU WRONG

After jeonghan tells him, he breaks out into this gigantic, cute gummy smile like welcome!! :DD i’m seungcheol! And the other guys behind him follow suit

Jeonghan’s like “this is,, y/n” and everyone tries to be subtle and nods like they didn’t hear jihoon babble on and on about you for weeks

You: ok why do yall act all weird when my name is brought up whAT DID JIHOON TELL YOU

Them: i would tell you but i don’t wanna die just yet sorry dude

Jihoon, somewhere in the kitchen: SET! THE! TABLE!

You end up staying there for a pretty long time, bonding over the whole feast you have and it’s really lively and fun, not to mention super loud with 13 guys in the same room,,, but you’re genuinely having a good time

Jihoon would glance at you nervously occasionally to check on you if you’re uncomfortable in any way

Jeonghan, who’s sitting next to him, notices jihoon’s eyes are practically glued to you and he’s like “is this the part where you confess your undying love and propose”

And jihoon is like shUT UP NO WHAT this chicken tastes great *quickly chugs down water*

You look back at jihoon sometimes and see he looks flushed but it’s not like he’s drinking alcohol

“Jihoon are you feeling ok?? Your ears are bright red” which obviously makes them redder rip

“I-i’m fine,, wow is it hot in here maybe it’s just the spiciness of the chicken let’s open the windows”

You eventually leave them as much as they protest and even try to get Jihoon to guilt trip you (unsuccessfully)

“Don’t leave just yet y/n!! You should stay, right Jihoon???”

“Huh?? O-oh yeah, I mean, you can if you want,,,,, we kinda need to work though”

Everyone’s looking at jihoon like bro wTF are u kidding me

Rip reader i can feel your heart drop :’(((

You’re feeling slightly dejected but you nod understandingly. You’ve already stayed far longer than you anticipated anyways, and work comes first for Jihoon

“Yeah, I totally get it! Good luck on the album guys!” You put on your shoes and close the door

When they finally hear your own door close, they’re attacking jihoon like

“SO Y/N IS THE ONE BEHIND ALL YOUR SAPPY LOVE SONGS HUH!!!”

“I knew it, the lyrics just suddenly got cheesier -- there had to be someone behind all of that”

And jihoon is just praying you won’t hear what they’re saying like “SHUT UP THESE WALLS ARE THIN”

Back at your apartment, it suddenly feels much emptier and lonelier

“What am i doing,,, I just met the guys for like two hours???”

You sigh and you try to busy yourself doing other things but you hear a loud commotion on the other side of the walls with just a bunch of incoherent shouting

You smile and laugh to yourself when you think about how close they all are

Your smile slowly fades when you start wishing you wanna be close to Jihoon and you’re like snAP OUT OF IT!!!

A couple of weeks pass by uneventfully but you notice that Jihoon has gotten more reserved around you

It’s just him being bashful around you and he panics every time he sees you but obviously he doesn’t want you to know that

You’re standing at your little mini balcony and admiring your cute little cactus plants

Just as you start thinking about him and his wellbeing, you hear your name and you’re like wHO’S THERE

You look down and see Jihoon staring back at you and honestly he looks like he’s awestruck by your whole beauty bc seriously everything you wear always looks super good to him

[insert photo]

(also pretend he’s holding plastic bags)

He holds up his hands and you’re laughing bc you know exactly what that means

“Come on up!”

There’s a knock on your door promptly afterwards and what do you know!!! It’s the man himself!!!

It’s just funny how the both of you have this ongoing routine that you know what to expect

When you let him in, he places the bags on your table and quickly smiles to himself when he sees your laptop on your bed

You and Jihoon both mindlessly do your respective roles as usual

He slowly comes out in the living room with your laptop and he’s like “so the album is pretty much done now,,, i can’t release all of the songs yet but there’s one i want you to listen to. I’ll show you after we eat”

You’re like ooo im excited and you start catching up with him as you’re eating

You can’t contain your excitement any longer, so as soon as you eat the last bit of your food, you’re like “oKAY SHOW ME IT NOW” as you’re restlessly shifting on your legs

He nods and pulls up the media player on your laptop. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before pressing play

It’s a melody you’re quite acquaintanced with after hearing it countless times at night, the same tune that lulls you to sleep

You have high expectations for this song, and surely he surpasses them with flying colors

You’re enjoying the song and telling him “wow this is a really good song!” when suddenly some lyrics catch your attention

You hear something about messy hair pulled back, ruffled clothes, eating meals

And you’re like huh that sounds a lot like us haha is that supposed to be me??

Jihoon is avoiding eye contact with you and looking down at his fidgeting hands as the song progresses in its later verses

The lyrics talk about wanting to develop a deeper relationship, one where “it’s okay to tell me anything, your hardships and desires. I just want to see you smile” and you’re like wait,,,,

And one of the final lyrics says something about “i can’t help feeling like this, will you accept my hand?” and you’re like wait wait w a i t

The song comes to an end and silence fills the room

You’re not sure whether you should speak up first or wait for him, but either way you’re speechless and wouldn’t know what to say anyways

Jihoon clears his throat awkwardly and stumbles on his words poor bby

“S-so, yeah,,,, I’ve been working on this one the longest,,,, umm do you,,, like it?”

But you know better that he’s not just talking about the song

“Nah sorry man i’m not interested”

“O.”

April fools kiddos ofc you are

“....yeah. I do like it”

And he finally brings himself to look at you and he’s like !!!!! really????

“Wait, for real??? You actually like it???”

He’s pretty much paralyzed in shock and all he can do is watch your hand move towards his and hold it

“I like it a lot, Jihoon :)”

He blinks slowly and he can’t fight the grin that spreads on his face as he grips your hand back

“I’m accepting your hand now heehee ^^”

“Okay let’s not talk about that”

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[marcoshassanlevy]

“Right now, I feel like I’m going through a lot of the same emotions that I went through while making the record,” says Ed Maverick on the eve of the release of his debut full-length album, eduardo. “Going through the cycle, learning from it, going through [it] again, and learning more about life.”

The 20-year-old singer-songwriter from Delicias, Chihuahua has gone through a lot since entering the Mexican music scene in 2019. Fans took to heart brokenhearted lyrics and unadorned yet melodic vocals, accumulating more than 300 million plays for “Fuentes de Ortíz” with other songs not far from there. Maverick was on the rise, and 2020 would have consolidated him to a new level, having been invited to contribute to C. Tangana’s epic El Madrileño and booking performances at festivals like Coachella and Lollapalooza Chicago before the COVID-19 pandemic broke. Behind closed doors, the singer born Eduardo Hernández Saucedo was going through an existential crisis triggered by growing up in public.

eduardo is ambitious… it retains emotional heft yet is easy to listen to.

Moving to sprawling Mexico City from the relative quiet of Delicias, Maverick found it difficult to write songs until he came up with “gente,.” Before long, the bulk of the songs that make up eduardo came to him shortly in 2019, taking the form of a story divided in two halves. His compositions became more adventurous inspired by latest efforts by Mac DeMarco and Arctic Monkeys as well as classics by Spinetta, Gustavo Cerati, and Frank Ocean. It resulted in two song cycles joined by an emotionally intense interlude. eduardo is an album that’s ambitious and sprawling; it retains emotional heft yet is easy to listen to.

Here’s Maverick’s track by track breakdown of his most personal work to date:

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“Hola, ¿cómo estás?,”

The album opens with a greeting as a nod to Daniel Johnston, may he rest in peace. It’s like if someone’s inviting you to go on an adventure, to do something cool and different from what you’re used to doing. It’s the beginning of a conversation between two persons although at this point we only hear one side.

In order to get all the songs to flow from one another I had to make changes so they fit together. On “Hola, ¿cómo estás?,” I had to sing it half a note down so it would go along with the next song.

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“ensenada,”

It describes the trip promised in “Hola, ¿cómo estás?,” but in the end it changes moods drastically when I get to the “no te vayas” refrain. It’s the other side of the conversation from the first track. At the time, I was seeing someone from Ensenada and we would hang out in Tijuana—which is my second favorite city in Mexico after Delicias—and it was really a great time. But then I had to keep touring and [the relationship] ended. It’s a beautiful feeling and then—puff—it’s over.”

“mantra I,”“mantra II,”

“mantra I,” was written as a way to connect “ensenada,” with “mantra II,” because the chords are different. “Mantra I,” features the first person of the conversation not wanting to confront their behaviour and how it affects them, while “mantra II,” is about the second person finding words limiting, they say “sólo te quiero a ti” but everything’s not clear, you know? Both sides of the conversation are too stubborn to look to each other’s eyes. There’s no resolution but there’s a little repentment in there as well.

“contenta,”

This song is a retrospective of what happened in the previous songs and deals with the regret caused by it, but it’s also about frustration, like me saying: “What’s the problem? What should I do? What the fuck should I do with my life?!”

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“,atnetnoc”

I didn’t want to end the cycle in frustration with “contenta,” so I wrote “,atnetnoc” as some kind of resolution to the first half of the album. It’s not a proper ending but there’s closure. It ponders how you’ll have to face similar situations again but this time you’ll have learned from past mistakes. It’s like that “Burning Man” episode of Malcolm In The Middle, like going through a rebirth of sorts.

“¿POR QUÉ LLORAS? – (interludio)”

Me and Wet Baes have a close relationship, we’re great friends. He has shown me most of what I know about production. This is the last song I did for the album and it was something I knew I had to do to bring the whole album together. We got together—me on guitar, Andrés with a few synths, and we turned off all the lights in the studio. There’s me crying in the background and at first I was pretending but during the last take, I thought about everything I was talking about on the album, all that I went through when I wrote the songs… and I couldn’t help myself. I broke down in tears for real.

“Gente,”

It’s about how we think of ourselves as different from everyone else yet we can’t help but fall into some sort of sameness, so are we really trying to be different? I think sometimes our willingness to present ourselves as different is unnecessarily aggressive. I know that it’s something that people my age go through when we’re looking for our identity but often it’s just a facade to try to manipulate your mind this way.

“niño,”

The whole album was written in CDMX except the part that goes “cuanto quisiera que esto deje de pasar…” which I wrote in Delicias. This song comes from one point in my life where I felt the weakest. Muelas de Gallo—along with Daniel Quien later on in the album—represent people who are not just my friends, but my fellow journeymen in this life. I feel grateful that I have these people who listen to me and help remind me of things I already know about life. When I showed the song to Muelas, he wrote from the point of view of an older brother-type figure to tell me about his perspective about life. Good things happen as well as bad things and vice versa.

“días azules,”

“Todo pasa y no pasa nada” is a phrase I have heard a lot in Delicias, like older people usually say it. But I thought about how it can also be a metaphor of when you’re having so many thoughts inside your head but when you look back, you realize that not a lot was happening in reality; it’s just a lot of noise; also it can represent feeling in limbo—not good or bad, but a rather dull feeling. I think it furthers what I explore in “niño,.” This is one of my favorite songs on the album.

“gracias,”

This is about having perspective and knowing that I shouldn’t take everybody’s advice about my life, not even my father who once gave me the dumbest piece of advice I have heard. The song is kind of a lament; telling people not to feel sad if I’m gone tomorrow because today I feel like I’ve been abandoned by everyone. There was another song that was also a goodbye song but I decided to cut it from the tracklist because it was too intense. I can’t make music out of every little thing that happens to me because that makes me feel too vulnerable.

“nos queda mucho dolor por recorrer.”

Daniel Quien wrote it about what I was going through. It represents the goals that we have to set to keep on living because life itself lacks direction. There’s that line, “yo solo quería ser uno de Los Plebes Del Rancho.” For me, it reminded me why I wanted to pursue music and I just wanted to write songs and to express something and that led me somewhere I didn’t expect to go. Besides, I love that it’s a reference to Arctic Monkeys, about wanting to be one of The Strokes. I feel like “nos queda…” is kinda like the ending of Evangelion, it’s not emotive but I understand the cycle can repeat itself again… but now I’ve learned to deal with this stuff.

#track by track

[thetaekswoon]

DAY6 Sungjin| Boyfriend AU

If you’ve been following my blog, recently you may have noticed my slight obsession with Day6, specifically Sungjin.  That’s only because I just suddenly realized that he is completely and utterly perfect in every way.  Like Jae was my bias, but now, who can be sure.

NSFW! 

(btw I unintentionally wrote this AU with a female reader in mind, I usually try so hard to keep my AUs gender neutral so all my readers and enjoy them, this just kind of happened so I’m sorry for my male readers)

Sungjin:

Sungjin is the sophisticated, mature, and sometimes slightly dorky, boyfriend that your parents absolutely adore.

  . like really the first time they meet him they are absolutely floored by his table manners and general politeness as soon as you got home they called and asked you when he would propose.

Flat out said, “I have deep regards for your daughter.” to your parents and you will never stop making fun of him for saying that to them, it wasn’t like you hadn’t said I love you yet or anything he could have just said that, but instead he just got all nervous and cute.

The kind of boyfriend who is super gentle and will protect you from all harm and is generally a gentleman, always holds open the door for you and makes sure you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk.

HIS EYEBROWS ARE THICKER AND MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOURS WILL EVER BE YOU JUST GOTTA ACCEPT THAT HONEY.

The kind that will cook you dinner and bring home fancy wines for you two to try together.

Sungjin enjoys surprising you a lot for dinner and with dates and the such.  Sometimes you’ll just come home after a long day at work and he’ll be there in your apartment wearing an apron with a wooden spoon in hand, watching something like the Food Network trying to replicate some of the fancy recipes just to surprise you.

The only thing is that his surprise dinners are always either wonderful or a complete bust (sometimes you just need to heat up some ramen after only one bite, rip poor baby Sungjin he tried so hard).

,,, but you are always thankful that he put in so much effort to surprise you and be all romantic and stuff.

Boyfriend Sungjin will just text you on his off days and it will say something like ‘come hang out with me, I’m bored and I miss you <3′ so you go and show up at the studio or at his apartment, wherever he is tbh, and he’s there wearing a beanie with his guitar.

He’ll give you a quick kiss and then pats at a spot next to him for you to sit down and chill, and then he’ll serenade you.

Vinyl kinda man, if you know what I mean.

Leather couches and orchids on the living room window sil.

, but like no matter how mature Sungjin is he still has a carton of chocolate milk in the fridge.  It’s Tru Moo btw.

Before you two move in together there is already no real system of boundaries in place, he has a key to your apartment and vice versa.

And Sungjin also really likes to just show up unannounced and sleepover, and his motives are rarely sexual in those instances, if he was horny and had motives you would know.

nah, tbh Sungjin just loves falling asleep cuddled up next to you, your body curled into his.  Will totally rub your back and sing you to sleep...

He’s just so loving and wants to show you all of his affection, but has a hard time expressing it vocally because he doesn’t think a simple “I love you” or “I’m in love with you” cuts it, so he tries to make up for it with all of his actions.

And like he’s so romantic and stuff, but doesn’t even make a big deal about it because he thinks that’s what a boyfriend is supposed to do and act like, like it’s common courtesy.

Makes chocolate covered strawberries to specifically feed them to you... naked... in bed... looking like Adonis (after sexy times lol)

Going to the beach together when the weather is warm enough, and seeing him in just his swim trunks.

He’s kinda like a kid at the beach, splashing you with the water, wanting you to bury him in the sand.

Primarily just wears button ups with nice pants, looks super mature and so cute.

He loves nothing more than seeing you in his clothes, especially the morning after, and he always hands you his beanies/button ups/tees subtly giving you the signal that he wants to see you wearing whatever it is soon.

Sungjin rarely moves in his sleep, so you almost always wake up still in his arms and it’s just so warm and safe feeling (also his biceps are really nice whoops)

Takes you on cute dates that seem simple, but he really put a lot of thought into them.  Like the time he took you to a boardwalk where you just spent a few hours window shopping and holding each other’s hands, but then after the sun began to descend he went back to the car to grab a towel so you two could sit down on the beach and watch the sunset together.  After that he booked reservations at a seafood restaurant back on the boardwalk.

The kind of boyfriend to take you out for a classy and expensive dinner and then fuck you good.

Giver >>>>> Receiver 

I feel like Sungjin is more of a vanilla dom that occasionally likes to spice things up in the bedroom with the whole daddy thing (only in the bedroom, not as a lifestyle, though if you really want to rattle him or leave him embarrassed you whisper in his ear and call him daddy in public or in front of the boys)

*cough cough* romantic daddy *cough cough*

, he likes to be in control most of the time, but isn’t super into the idea of bdsm or anything besides more interesting positions

, whips and toys are a little intimidating for him to use on you.

Not going to lie, Sungjin doesn’t realize just how good at sex he is, especially when he goes down on you.

HE’S SO GOOD AT FOREPLAY HOW DOES HE NOT REALIZE THIS.

 tbh he is just responding to all of the noises you make, and no matter how much you praise him for it afterwards he just gets a little shy and blushy, like YOUR WETNESS IS ALL OVER HIS CHIN AND HE IS JUST SO HUMBLE and always is trying new things with his tongue that he think will feel good,

spoiler alert! THEY DO!

Like your legs are always shaking the next morning, so much so that you have to sit down, and he’s just so innocent and will say something like, “Oh sorry did I do that?  Sorry babe do you want me to cook breakfast today then?” 

Boobs >>>>> Butt

He’s the kind of man who says that he’s not that into blow jobs because he feels like it’s degrading to the woman, and actually means it.

It’s just frustrating sometimes because he makes you feel so amazing all of the time, you just want to make him feel good too, and if you insist that you really really want to go down on him he might be willing to compromise into 69ing you... lowkey is really into 69ing because he gets off giving you pleasure.

Though when you are able to fully convince him into letting you suck him he’ll forget all about how he thinks it’s wrong making you take him like that, and will become super dominant,,, like he’ll grab onto your hair and grab onto the back of your neck harshly to hold you against him.

the noises he makes,,... heavenly

not the kind of guy to care whether or not you shave/wax, so after you start becoming more comfortable with your relationship, sexual or not, you can just stop shaving so regularly and he won’t mind one bit.

As for PDA, I don’t see Sungjin as someone who feels restrained showing his affection towards you in public, but at the same time he doesn’t want to put on a show for random people and let them into your private life together.

  so he’ll be more than willing to hold your hand, wrap his arms around your waist, kiss your forehead, cheeks, and your lips, but he would never make out with you on a public bench or anything.  And public sex is just too risky and unhygienic for him to even consider.

However, once you guys went to a party that Jae was throwing and you two got surprisingly drunk off of all the wine, and hardcore made out in front of the whole party,,,  everyone has it on video.

Loves to shower with you.  Likes to wash your hair for you, and massage your shoulders in the bath tub.  Likes softer smells like lavender and shea butter.  (together you discovered sex in a bathtub is just too messy, the water gets everywhere, but sex in the shower... hm... Sungjin really enjoys that)

Ok so I can lowkey see Sungjin being a really good mechanix.  Like just imagine him wearing jeans and a black tee, leaning over into the open hood of your car working his magic or whatever and sweating.  idk maybe that’s just my American fantasy.

Sungjin is not that good at dancing in clubs no he’s amazing (not that you guys even go to those) and in general but for some reason really damn good at ballroom dancing.  Even if it’s just in your living room he is able to sweep you off your feet and into a waltz or something.

Sungjin has the record player on, with the lights dimmed, he dips in to give you a kiss, and it’s just so romantic...,,, he clutches you so close and tight.

On Saturday morning he likes to spread out on the couch in just his underwear and socks, and tbh he’s such a mess in the mornings, but a cute mess that you can’t help but snuggle up to him and watch whatever he has on the TV.

  his bare skin is hot against your, it takes the chill out of your bones and makes you feel sleepy again.

Coffee over tea guy, but doesn’t really mind either.  He loves waking up to the smell of coffee, and if you went out of your way to make bacon he might cry tears of joy.

For some reason I see Sungjin really into gummy bears, idk, and he only likes the green and clear ones and feeds the red ones to you.

(he likes them so much that he would make gummy bear Jell-O shots in college lol)

Not too keen on having children anytime soon, but would marry you in a heartbeat.

In fact he’s already talked to you about this as being the next big step in your relationship many times before, that or getting a dog.

Would definitely want to adopt a pet rather than buy one from a breeder.  I also see Sungjin as a big dog person so he’d probably want some kind of lab/hound mix.  (You might even be able to convince him to get a pitbull because he values loyal dogs like labs and retrievers)

omg this is me on a rant but just like imagine Sungjin owning a gray pitbull, sorry I tear up.  IMAGINE going on walks with your dog and Sungjin and him taking the dog into the studio and letting it chill in the recording studio while he works.

Ok ok so you guys need to get a dog asap.

tbh the perfect boyfriend that will protect you and is just a bit possessive, but just to the extent where it’ll make your heart flutter.

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[victuri-onice]

A Song of Rain and Embers

Concept for a Victuri AU: Yuri is Fire Victor is Rain So I wrote this as an AU concept but it kinda turned into a little story anyways, so I’ll put a lot of it under the ‘read more’ Also please note that this isn’t written properly, it’s more like idea after idea after idea... I didn’t actually write it like a proper written story, so yeah...

So imagine an AU where Yuri is the embodiment of fire, the God of fire if you will, and he is a flame that has been burning for years, primitive man using his body as the source of all fire.  He is seen as the literal god of fire and the most important above everything and people praise, love and protect him. However, one day it rains and for the first time since coming into existence from his pyre Yuri sees Victor, the embodiment of water, his long, silvery hair whipping the droplets of water so gracefully about the place.  His majesty and beauty stun Yuri and he finds himself burning that little bit brighter, unable to look away as the slender body of water falls down to the ground.  As the rain begins to cease, a light drizzle now only falling, Victor stops his vigorous dancing and his gaze reaches Yuri.  For the longest time they look at each other, Yuri burning brighter and brighter, Victor's waters breaking past his mental barrier, cascading from the heavens once more, harder and faster than anyone had ever seen. Victor had never seen something so beautiful.  The way Yuri sparkled, the heat that radiated from him, the soothing noises that came from him...  He wanted nothing more than to be close to Yuri and Yuri vice-versa.  Everything fascinated Yuri in this world but Victor was the most beautiful.  His clear water that reflected all the colours of the world in single drop.  The pair were mesmerised with one another.

Yuri flickers brightly and Victor, with the help of the wind, is able to move closer to Yuri.  This is until a shout breaks their concentration. Victor had managed to get himself so worked up that he had caused a flood and watched as the villagers desperately pluck Yuri from his hearth and carry him to safety, a reason unknown to them.  Yuri’s flames lick furiously about as Victor’s watery hand tries its best to grab hold but alas, they both part, despair taking over. Why were they unable to meet?  Why did the people want Yuri all to themselves? Days went by and again Victor appeared, trying his luck once again to see the beautifully captivating Yuri but try as he might, could not find him.  The people had hidden Yuri away from Victor and that made him so very sad.  He felt tears running down his face and soon the lands, though they never wanted for water and were always a luscious green, were drenched for one whole month.  The humans called this the rainy season, but for Victor it was the month that he mourned not being able to find the bright flame that was Yuri. This was until one day, Victor, who was lazily lying in the clouds, heard a crackle that was not the same as that of his thundery companion.  Ascending to the ground as rain once more, Victor finally saw Yuri again for what felt like an age, and with all his might chased Yuri once again as the villagers ran for cover, Yuri dancing as tall as he could to reach out to Victor but was too slow once again. It was like this for years.  Yuri would appear and then Victor would follow, longing to even just speak to the other that had consumed their very existence and then the humans would hide Yuri, making it impossible for them to ever meet. However as the years progressed, humans had grown more cunning, their greed and want of Yuri’s flame extraordinary.  They no longer lived in shacks with open fronts but had advanced to build stone rooms, enclosed and protecting from the outside world.  They filled up window holes with a protective layer of glass so they could see out but nothing could get in. The pitter patter against the glass was not enough to reach Yuri inside but he could see him and Yuri see Victor.  For hours sometimes Victor would sing to Yuri as he streamed down the panes, Yuri harmonising as the soft crackle of his flame hummed against the chunks of wood that was now his bed. For years the two were so close yet so far away, enjoying one another's company yet longing to finally, truly meet.  The pair had come to grow fond of one another, Yuri always glowing that extra bit bright and Victor always falling that extra bit longer just so the two could communicate their feelings better. Then one day, Victor doesn’t come.  The next day he doesn’t arrive either.  Yuri starts to wonder what has happened.  For the next month Yuri hears the humans talking about a drought and is confused.  He doesn’t know what a drought is but assumes the worst and thinks that Victor has died.  So, super upset, Yuri starts to cry, his fiery tears start to come and they spit out, setting the clothes that are drying beside the fire ablaze.  This leads to an inferno, Yuri’s fires consuming the house.  His fires rage on until he has calmed down, no more tears able to fall, nothing left to burn.  He’s reduced to clinging to the last piece of wood that is left, his heart slowing down as his will to burn slowly but surely reduces to naught. Suddenly, out of no where Victor crashes to the ground, standing before Yuri who now only half the fire that he used to be.  Victor can’t believe what he’s seeing.  Yuri sees Victor and with all his might tries to burn but using his last energy explains to him why it had come to this.  Victor, with tears in his eyes, tells Yuri that he had business that took him across the world for a lot longer than he anticipated and that he was so sorry that he couldn’t tell Yuri. Yuri, who is now but a single flame, flickering upon the charred remains of the house smiles and with the rest of his strength, waves his flame towards Victor.  Finally the humans were not there to interfere.  After all these years the one thing that he desired was within grasp.  Victor smiled and reached out slowly, a slow ‘drip drop’ of water closing in on Yuri.  Yuri’s small flame burned brightly for those last few seconds, his small hands wrapping around Victor’s finger. The pain Yuri feels is excruciating but he is happy.  Happy that finally he and Victor are finally able to connect.  With one last smile, Yuri spits out an ‘I love you’ before the water fully consumed him, extinguishing him. For Victor, it’s over too fast before he realises what is happening.  Before he realises why he and Yuri were never destined to meet.  With his own hands he had ended the only reason for his existence.  Trembling, tears fall without effort and the drought that seemingly had no end was over.  Victor rained down on the embers of the house that Yuri had always sat under.  His body collapsing atop the ruins.  It was only then, that he, too, felt pain.  He welcomed the heat from the embers of the burnt building, the searing pain it caused him.  Nothing would be as painful as what he felt in his heart. Soon the pain became unbearable but Victor was no longer able to move.  His body was atop where the flames of Yuri once were and the heat had numbed him.  Soon he found all conscious fading into darkness, a light headed sensation occurring just before he, just like Yuri, disappeared completely. Though Yuri, his body always knowing the heat of fire, had been extinguished, what he felt now was not the cool hands of death around his body but a new sensation.  It was a new him.  Victor’s waters may have extinguished his fire however his soul rode on the water that rose from the doused flame.  He watched in despair as Victor, too, slowly began to disappear, the steam rising from the mash of heat and water.  Gliding down to the last remnants of water, Yuri watched as Victor smiled one last smile and as though he could see Yuri, mouthed ‘I will love you forever’. Gliding up sadly, Yuri floated up slowly.  He wished that Victor had not given his life so carelessly.  If Victor had just remained, Yuri could have told him that he was still there, though he looked different now.  Lost in his thoughts he did not realise the clouds surrounding him until the very last moment.  Scared and alone, he panicked trying to break through the translucent wall of steam but it was too late.  He was going to die for real this time.  Closing his eyes, his only thoughts were of Victor and he braced himself for the inevitable.  However what he received was not death once more but a strange feeling.  His eyes flickering open he gazed into a familiar pair of eyes.  Victor encircled Yuri, his presence much greater and smiled.  “Hello, Yuri.”  Taking Yuri’s hand Victor chuckled.  “Now we can finally be together forever.”  Smiling, tears pooling in his eyes, Yuri squeezed Victor’s hand, the two finally becoming one after all those years.  “Let’s go.” And with that, the two rode on the gentle winds together as steam, the evaporated moisture in the air, always together, always as one, never to be parted.

It is often said that when those who are destined to be as soulmates meet, not even death can part them.  Though this is the end for both flame and water alike, the two very much incompatible with one another, a marriage of two bodies that was never meant to be, true love will always find a way.  Through despair, pain and heartache love will always be firmly rooted in the heart and will always draw soulmates to one another and love will always prevail. 

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