#anyway yeah. he is on my mind c o n s t a n t l y. h e l p-

[obsessivecreechur]

so. look. i have no idea if any of my followers like s/plat/oon, but. listen. hear me out. i wanna make the antique t/elephone robot pregnant

i came up with this idea almost a year ago and have been building on it since he l p

[cutielights]

Hello! Can i please request pure wholesome young sister!reader who has the good luck gift?and she use it to help her family out in anyway.

Hc, one-shot... Anything you want.

It's like; When reader just pat her brother's head while they play gacha game *BOOM* all they roll - temporarily - is nothing less then rare characters and weapons...etc.

Y E S

Haha, and again, I write g/n readers with no gender in mind. Bc for ages I avoided F! Readers like the plague and still kinda do

@snipersiniora @moonchhu TAG LIST

Lucky! Sibling

When all of your brothers powers began manifesting, you were really disappointed, it seemed like you hadn’t gotten anything from these “mystic weapons”

It wasn’t a big deal or anything, but it did make you feel left out. But hey, at least you’re in the same boat as Dee right? Except, he hadn’t picked a weapon and kept his Tech Bō…

But that’s fiiineeee, everything is fiinnneee, don’t panic. Don’t panic. D O N ‘ T P A N I C

Yeah… you were pretty miserable about it for a while. But hey! At least you can be happy for your brothers, that’s not so bad, especially watching Leo try to open portals.

“Nardo, I’d love it if you had a portal right about now-“

“I’m WORKING on it!” And there it was, a big portal, in no time at all.

“Wow you’re getting good at this.”

And that was just the start of everything

“Aww come on! Raph can’t jump that high!”

“Yes you can! I believe in you!” :D

And would you know it? He made it by the skin of his teeth

“Nooooo, I need it to drop an Ultra Legendary, not a stupid normal Legendary.”

“This next one might be.”

“Oh would you look at that.”

It took Donnie inventing the mystic lenses on his goggles for everyone to finally catch on to what was going on, including yourself

“You’re kidding right?”

“Dearest ___, would I use a faulty piece of technology? Let alone make it myself?”

“Yes.”

“Scoff! Rude.”

“Woaahhhh! You have to come out painting with me! Every single one will look perfect, AND we won’t be seen by humans!”

Learning how to make things more or less in people’s favour is fun, but you seem to struggle making it happen for yourself. On purpose at least

“Oh that worked? I mean, of course it did, I am amazing and super great at using my mystical powers.”

<3 thanks for the request cutie

[romancefranaticstay]

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••¤(`×[¤ 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞: 𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙 ¤]×´)¤••

••.•´¯•.•• WARNING: ANGST ••.•´¯•.••

Part 2: here

╰┈➤ ❝ [A⋆b⋆o⋆u⋆t] ❞:

You are secretly in love with a popular boy at your school. His name is Lee Know. He is your crush for about 2 years. This year you wanted to make a move, every fairytale has a happy ending, will yours to?

••¤(`×[¤ A/N ¤]×´)¤•• <I made this v▪e▪r▪y angsty>

!!!THIS IS A FANFICTION!!!

'Who am i?'

'Does he know me?'

'Does he regonize me?'

'Does he know i excist?'

'What am i?'

All those questions are wandering through your mind.

You liked Lee Know for a long time now, and you decided to make a plan. Ofcourse your friends help you.

'Send him a love letter!' Lisa shouts

'No don't, bump 'accidently' into him.' Amaray says.

'Guys, we need to have a plan i actually going to survive.'

they rolled their eyes

'Look Y/N, if you want to express your feelings towards him, you need to stand in the spotlight!'

'Spotlight?'

'Yeah!' they said both

'What do you mean?'

'Tommorow we are going to go shopping, okay? We are transforming you into a brand-new woman!'

'You guys can do that?'

'How hard can it be? We have still 1 day untill the new year of school starts!'

'And by the way, Lee Know needs to like you for who you are. Not for who you represent. Understood?'

'Yes ma'am!'

you all laugh.

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All three of you are walking around the mall, looking for clothes and accesoires.

'Your style should be a mix of classy and y2k.'

'Yeah or maybe formal?'

'Guys stop it.'

'Cmon y/n we are trying to help.'

'I know Lisa, but like what if he doesn't want me?'

'Than we will kick his ass.' Amaray says confidently

You laugh

'Yeah sure 'kick his ass'.'

'Bet?'

'Nobody is kicking anybody's ass.' Lisa says.

You are walking into a shop and see many clothe's and accesoires. Some stuff are catching your eyes.

'Lets try this on.' you say while holding some piece of clothing.

'Lets go for it!' Amaray says.

You go into a cabinet and putt it on.

(for reference what your wearing:)

You came out of the cabinet and your two best friends start to clap in their hands and jump.

"Omg, y/n you look like on of those girls of a kdrama!'

'Really you think?'

'Yeah! You look beautifull!'

'You guys, stop it.' you blush

'Don't be so shy now.' Lisa ruffels your hair.

'Stop ruffling mine hair.'

'Hey respect the older ones.' Amaray says.

You roll your eyes.

You bought the clothes you had on and decided to spend some more hours at the mall.

After that you went home. You looked at the clothe's you bought.

'This will be mine glow up, he will finally see me.'

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You entered the school, hair styled, some 'natural girl' makeup and ofcourse your new clothes.

'I swear y/n everyone is staring at you. You are alreaddy popular.'

'Stop it, i swear.'

'Cmon, this is our teenage life, to live for life.'

'Yeah listen to Amaray, this are our years.'

'Okay but i had an idea to send him a heart-shaped popsicle.'

'Thats a pretty good idea, actually.'

'Omg, than you can show that your sweet like sugar!' Lisa shouts.

'You get the joke? A popsicle is sweet. No? Okay.'

'Anyways, i think its a very good idea y/n.'

'I will put a letter with it. But y'all will help me right?'

'Ofcourse, thats why we are here!'

'Lisa, did you drink an energy-drink today?'

'Yeah why?'

'Nevermind.' Amaray says.

You giggle.

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This year you sit in a different class than Lisa and Amaray, but Lee Know is in the same class. So... its not that bad.

You sit in the back row of the class. Some popular girls are being idiots and you see that Lee Know isn't here yet.

You take your book and start reading. It is a romantic book. You love romantic books, sometime's ofcourse.

'He looked at me and said: you are mine forever.'

Its so sweet, you are melting away.

Suddenly someone come's sitting next to you. You never saw him here before.

'Hey, is it okay if i sit here?'

'Yeah, sure.' you smile.

'Are you new here?' you ask.

'Oww, yeah. I am Han, Han Jisung.'

'Thats a very beautifull name, i am y/n.'

'Thats also a very beautifull name.' he giggles.

'What ya reading? Will it last.' he reads.

'You like romantic books?'

'Yeah sometime's, depends which time and which book.'

'Cool, cool.'

'And you?'

'I am more an action guy, you know.'

'Ow, so your like 'piew piew' and 'The A-team' type of guy.'

he laughs.

'Piew, piew. Oui madame, j'aime piew piew.'

you both laugh.

'If you want to, you can sit with me and mine friends.'

'That would be piew, piew-fantastic.'

'You are a comedian, aren't you.'

'Most people call me the king of laughs, but sure.'

'Name one person who calls you that.'

'I don't need any prove, because i am the prove.'

'Yeah sure 'king of laughs'.'

You see Lee Know entering the class, and sitting some seats away.

You didn't realise you stayed looking at him, while he is sitting down.

'Hello, earth to y/n. ELLO Y/N.'

he looks over to Lee Know.

'Oh, i see.' he smirks 'is he your crush?'

'What? No, no. He-, i mean. No never, bleh.'

'Yeah sure.' he winks.

'What are you winking for?'

'Just, you are a bad liar.'

You turn red and start covering your face with your book.

'Don't cover yourself up now, you look so adorable. Like a little tomato.'

you burst into laughter.

'You don't make any sense Han.'

'You don't either.'

During class, many girls were flirting with Lee Know. You hated the way they were touching him, even tho he isn't yours. The worst part is that you just sat there and couldn't do anything. Just look and feeling jealous.

Class went very fast actually, if you observe others. But you tried to focus, you really did. But it just didn't work, if you hear those girls giggle and playing with his hair. It just breaks you inside.

When the bell ringed, you finally escaped with Han the classroom.

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'Whats upp y/n. Ow, well hello there. Who did you brought with you?'

'So everybody, this is Han.'

'Han, this is Lisa and Amaray. And that dude over there, is IN. He is very shy by the way.'

'Ello, everybody. So okay, Lisa, Amaray and IN. Easy to remember.'

'Actually IN, is his nickname.'

'Whats his real name?'

'Actually its Jeongin.' Lisa comments.

'Anyway, nice to meet y'all.'

'Nice to meet you to, Han.' Amaray says.

'So y/n, you know what you are going to write on the letter?'

'What letter?' Han asks.

'Its just a plan.'

'Yeah for her LOVER.' Lisa laughs.

'Lee Know?'

'He knows alreaddy?! Y/N you need to start going undercover, like really.'

'I am trying Amaray.'

'Lee know? You like him.' IN asks.

'Yeah, but a tiny bit.'

'Yeah sure, sure sure.' Amaray comments.

'She is obsessed, like litterly.'

'I am not, first of all. By the way, Lisa. Don't you lik-'

'Stop, don't. I swear y/n, don't you dare.'

'I am not going to say anything, i pinky promise.'

'Okay but what can i write on the letter?'

'Maybe like: Every time i see you, mine body is full of joy, and full of laughter. I never believed in love at first sight, but with you i do. Xoxo your secret admirer.'

'Wow Han, thats actually really good.' you say.

'Thank you.' he blushes.

'Write that down! Come on!'

'Yeah write that down!'

you take your notebook and start writing exactly what Han said.

'Okay all done, now i just need to buy that popsicle.'

'I can come with you.' Han proposes.

'Sure!'

'And we will suport you mentally. Right IN?'

'Yeah, for sure! But just to ask, how you going to give it to him?'

'Okay, i and Lisa are going to look if he is around and she's going to put it in his backpack!'

'Fantastic right?'

'Be carefull okay?' Han says.

'I will.' you smile.

'But lets eat, i am starving!'

'Yeah me to.' Han winks.

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'Lets go, Han.'

'I am coming, have some patients.'

You roll with your eyes.

'Okay , i am done. Lets go!'

'You take like hours to make your backpack.'

'Yeah right. Prove?'

'You've got to be kidding me.'

'I am just joking around.'

'Ha-ha-ha, funny.'

you cough sarcasticly.

You two are walking in the city. Han is walking close to you. Its a cold day, to be honest and your hands are freezing. You try to warm them up, but it doesn't work.

'Your hands are cold?'

'A tiny bit.'

'Wait let me just.' he take's your hands and take them in his.

'Better?'

'Wow, your hands are hot.'

'Not only mine hands.' he winks.

'Dirty boy.' you laugh

'What?! I mean mine nose is hot to. Dirty minded y/n.'

You roll your eyes.

You two walk into a candy shop and you buy a big heart-shaped popsicle.

'This one is perfect.'

'Yeah it is.' Han says.

'I am coming home okay?'

'I will walk with you, don't want someone to kidnap you.'

you laugh

'Thank you Hannie.'

'Hannie, is that mine new nickname?'

'Yeah.' you say proudly.

He walks you home, still holding your hand. You look at how he is holding your hand. And you kinda like it to be honest...

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'Okay Lisa, Amaray, readdy for Mission impossible?'

'Yeah okay, his packback is standing there alone.'

'I don't see any people around.'

'Okay quick as a cat, quick as a cat.'

'Wait there is one person looking our way.'

'Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious...'

'Okay she is not looking, okay now y/n!'

you ran with your letter and popsicle towards his backpack and place it inside.

'Okay now run!'

you three run together (not far) and hide behind a tree.

'Okay nobody saw me?'

'No, everything is safe.'

'Wait he is coming towards his backpack.'

'Shhh, Lisa.'

'Shhh, Amaray.' she mocks.

Lee Know took his backpack and went inside.

'Okay we did it! We actually did it! It wasn't that hard actually!'

'Yeah, we should work for the FBI!'

'Yeah right, you Lisa, could do that. Yeah sure.'

'Why you laughing.'

'Okay you kids, lets get out of here.'

Nobody saw you guys.... or so you hope...

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You were sitting in class, and you saw girl whispering and pointing at you. You didn't even know why.

Han sat next to you and whispered:

'Hey, why are they all looking your way?'

'I don't know, its freaking me out.'

'Just stay cool okay?'

'If you say so.'

During class it was very uncomfortable, so once the bell ringed you ran outside the class to find your other friends...

'Guys, am i hallucinating or is everyone looking at me?'

They all look at you, with a weird expression.

'Why are you all silent...'

'Lisa? Amaray?' you look at them

'IN?'

'Uhmm, can i tell her?'

Amaray nods.

'So uhmm, someone saw you.'

You froze

'Someone saw me?'

'We don't know who, really y/n.'

'I need to get out of here.'

'Wait no y/n-'

you ran out the cafeteria towards the restroom. You quickly locked yourself in.

You sat there for about 5 minutes when you suddenly heared knocks on your stall.

'Used.' you yell.

The knocks were becoming louder.

You open the door and see there standing Lee Know and a girl.

'Here you stupid popsicle back.'

she throws it on the floor and jumps on it.

'And your stupid, and UGLY letter.'

she rips it apart in front of you.

'You are the definition of loser, you understand? Stay away from him.'

Lee Know just stare's at you, without doing anything.

'What do you think of her Lee Lee?'

'Unactractive, weird, stupid.'

'You hear that?'

'Unactractive.'

'Weird.'

'And stupid.'

'Lets go Lee Lee.'

She takes his hand and they go both out of the restroom.

Tears rolling off your cheek. Staying there with the popsicle and letter in your hands.

'Xoxo from your secret admirer'...

[thebellearchives]

i swear you're getting almost exclusively solomon prompt requests and i wish i could say im different but im not. i AM like the other girls (gender neutral). im sorry.

anyway i'd love to see number 26 "I want to move in with you" with sol, if it's not been requested already! i am in love with how you write him like actually.

congrats on the follower milestone, you totally deserve it omg!!

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : when you and Solomon arrive to your new place you reveal something that will give him hope for the future

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff, solomon’s crushing on mc ~

‧₊˚ a / n : bestie I AM LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS TOO Solomon was the character with more entries in my masterlist even before the requests 😵‍💫 thank you for the kind words too!

this was SO hard for me to write, i just couldn’t come up with an scenario for this prompt that wasn’t like the one in Domesticity since it’s basically the same prompt, so i came up with this! it’s not exactly mc proposing the idea to Solomon but if that’s what you’re looking for you can check Domesticity ~

Two pairs of footsteps stopped right in front of Cocytus Hall’s frontal walkway. Solomon’s eyes studied the huge residential mansion, too big for even a family like the brothers. You were standing right next to him, your surprised expression and the curious undertones of your gaze made his heartbeat quicken.

All sorts of thoughts flooded his mind: laughing and snacking in the main living room, casually chatting about the day as you folded laundry together and carrying it back upstairs, maybe dancing in the kitchen before dinner and constant calls to let you know he was coming home.

“I hope you’re okay with coming here...” he cleared his throat, trying his best not to look too nervous “I know Diavolo didn’t really ask for your opinion in the matter, and you’re so used to living in the House of Lamentation…”

“No, it’s okay. This is okay.” you looked up at him with those eyes, those adorable eyes that could bring the strongest sorcerer down to his knees, and that smile, that lovely smile…

“Really?” a small spark of something unknown faintly flickered in his chest.

“Yeah… to be fair, i’ve always wanted to move in with you.”

No other words could’ve ever taken him by surprise like those did. He was sure he was staring at you like an idiot, and he was thankful you were now inspecting the building once again because he had to force his jaw to shut close.

“Really?” he repeated, for an instant it felt like he had ran out of words, his brain ran through every single word of the dictionary in every single language he had ever learned in his life and yet he couldn’t quite find himself speaking any other word.

“Yes” you chuckled, eyes once again resting on him as you turned his way “I thought about it during those times where I’d visit you at purgatory hall for magic lessons. Everything would’ve been so much calmer and easy going, and having you right there to keep teaching me? It would’ve been perfect. It didn’t happen back in our timeline, but I’m happy there’s a place and time where we can find somewhere to make our home.”

Home was a difficult word for someone like him to fully comprehend, specially when it referred to such a huge place, but he figured that as long as you were there with him any place could be home.

“Yes” he inhaled with a smile, finally being able to recognize that spark in his chest was hope, hope that maybe this was going to be the time and place where he’d finally win your heart “home.”

[everchanging-cryptid]

live reacting to The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot because I just realized it came out

it’s all pixelly and then not, neat Ooh, ringmaster’s a fun character, love him

oh, Cain, like the Bible brother maybe?

Time loop?

Lol the flowerpot glitching through the floor

Hostile VR, nice

Haha, no swearing

I would very much like to live in this building

Can relate to Kinger, I too would love to chat with people about an insect collection

The ribbon guy reminds me of Will from the webcomic Nevermore

Blue screening when you need to come up with a list, same

I can’t tell if he’s gonna be a scary character or a funny character, that’s really cool

Why does the moon want to fuck him

Why are you like this

Ooh he’s hiding something yeah

Ok, he does not have control over minds, good to know, and he said “one of the few” so maybe he can’t control other things

Never tell a fae-like entity “I don’t care, just pick anything”

“Whaddya think of: *mouth keysmash*” lol

Pomni, that’s a fun name

“YOU PARASITE!!!” Had me laughing for like 2 minutes straight

Just pop the interrupting people

r u b b e r h o s e a n i m a t i o n b u n n y yeah favorite character material right there

I love how they all just talk over each other but you can still hear what they’re each saying

Assigned “Most Mentally Stable” at mental breakdown

Ooh, I see a bunch of X-ed out faces on the doors, did they get permakilled or something?

The framed artworks make me incredibly happy

Uhoh, Pomni went to the petrified place /reference

Where did you get a centipede???

Ooh that’s not good

he reminds me of a corrupted gem from Steven universe

Ooh that looks painful ouch

Love those broken object physics, beautiful

I love the sense of perspective, when the camera is further back and Pomni looks so isolated

I think Kinger might be the most relatable character tbh

Kaufmo just is not funny is he

God the comedic timing for Jax is PERFECT

RADICAL

Love a good bowling pin joke

Ok I take it back the comedic timing on Kinger is the best I was crying at the perfectly cut scream

Hmm I think poor kiddo Pomni here needs a break to cry

Ooh water cube room I like that

oh that’s terrifying they can just shoot faces at you

Well that’s certainly not Cain

Pfft they rock paper scissors and he won but did the thing anyway

“Oh.” *watches his hands float away*

HIS EYES DID THE CLOCK THING

Can the next person teleported in be a therapist because hot damn have we got some trauma up in here

:o barrel of monkeys! :D

NOOOO THE MONKEYS

Oh door?

Nope nope nope nope nope nope

Oh that’s some backrooms shit right there

Hot damn take a chill pill bro you already got him he’s dead

“This is dumb and weird.” Yeah im gonna quote that forever now thanks

“Ah thank GOD you’re okay, you didn’t experience a game show in there did you?” “Uhhhh… I— What are you talking about?”

Abstracted, like becoming abstract? Becoming just a vague feeling, a mere idea? Ooh that’s some good stuff right there

I too love the sound of a silent moving staircase

Oh this is gonna be fuckin terrifying I see how it is

Musty old computer causes mental breakdown? Interesting

C&A CAIN AND ABEL I FREAKIN CALLED IT YES oh that has some interesting implications now doesn’t it hmm souls trapped in a computer perhaps?

Oh shit it’s the void

I’ll take 5 wacky watches please

ha fourth wall break

oh Pomni is actually broken aren’t they

oh are those all the others who were crossed out

ooh healing spell

Pomni is not okay

analysis on digital eating okay sure

oh that’s an earth shattering ending oh my gosh I feel like I just experienced eldritch enlightenment

Can not wait for more possible episodes! It’s incredible, I highly recommend checking it out! ^^

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAH okay promo time 😭😭 I can do this xd

Out here wiping my eyes and stopping screaming to watch the promo (neither of those are true - the first ain't even literal lol)

AAAAHHHHHH CARLOS YOU ARE NOT LOOKING GOOD MY GUY

A A A H

I didnt even RECOGNIZE THAT as TK's VOICE for a second 😯😯😬😭😭😭😭

But y'all the ANGST <3333 ❤️❤️❤️❤️👀👀😍😍❤️

Anyway back to being DISTRAUGHT and IN FEAR

O P E

Oh my gosh

"No one's gonna find you though"yeah that's because you didn't FREAKING TELL ANYONE WHERE YOU WERE GOING!!!!

THE K I T?????

C o n C E R N . jpg ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Oh no

"Looks like a pattern"?????

A SERIAL KILLER????!!?!?!!!?? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😳😳😳

AAAAHHHHH WHAT THE HECK

AAAAHHHHHH AWW CARLOS 😭😭😭

BRO LOOKS LIKE HE IS GOING T H R O U G H IT

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "We're not gonna find him alive, are we?" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP S T O P P P P P EVERYBODY SHUT UP YES WE ARRRRE TK 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I am actually losing my mind

Y'all I just. I swear

Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts. Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

*Ahem* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

If you'll begrudge me a very long scream again 😌.

ANYWAY!

I absolutely LOVED this episode!! I thought it was amazing :DD. It had so much DRAMA an ANGST and it was also HILARIOUS at parts xD. I promise that's just emphasis not me highlighting the words lol. Anyway, I loved Owen's storyline, even I'm frustrated over it xD, and I LOVED Iris's :D. Plus the call was amazing xD. The one with he cliff lol. Anyway, I loved it all 🥰🥰. Now, I'm gonna try to keep this short, but we'll see what happens lol - time for the individual parts xD.

First of all - Judd, Mateo, Marjan, Paul, and Nancy. My 126 lovelies 🥰🥰🥰. I was about to just do them four but then I was like nah Nancy gotta join them. I decided to leave Tommy on her own though lol. Anyway!!! As always I loved them :DDD. I missed seeing them much he episode but it makes sense with everything else going on :/ :). Still, the all was great XD (the all did great jobs of course), and the scene at the endddd 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔. Oh my gosh I'm still not over that - I know it's only been like an hour and 20 minutes but still xD. I don't think I'll ever get over it lol. Also, for a second I nearly said just 20 minutes and then I remembered: oh yeah, it's 9:08 (big emphasis on the 9 but I can't capitalize a 9 unless I spell it out lol). Anyway! Gotta shout-out Nancy's acting on the cliff call XDD wonderful lol. "Live!! Live!!!!" XDDD Iconic lol. Also Judd calling Owen out was *chefs kiss* as always. Plus, he's definitely sus, so if we need anyone for anything involving that, Judd's our guy. Kind of like TELLING SOMEONE WHERE YOU'RE GOING- sorry XD. Anyway, I loved them all <33 hope to see them more soon :))). ❤️❤️❤️.

Tommy! I really liked her scene with TK :DD. It was amazing <333. Her being there for him, comforting him :')). Work mom for real <333. And we love her for it (and many other things lol) 🥰🥰. Also, she did amazing with her job as well :DD 🥰🥰. And I just have to mention her acting in the first call XD. Not that she even did much, more just what she was actually doing lol. Girl was just sitting there XD. Like barely blanker than 😌 XDDDD. Icon, lol, amazing xDD. I love her ❤️❤️❤️🥰.

Grace time :). We LOVE OUR GIRL GRACE for being so amazing working out the call :DD. And also she was just so good in that scene in general 😭 - the shock on her face, the near desperation in how fast she was talking to Carlos- MMH, wonderful <33. Anyway, she was an icon all around this episode :DDD, and of course did her job wonderfully <33 ❤️❤️❤️🥰. Amazing, love her so much :'D.

Owennnn! My man. He was wild this episode XD. Like. SIR. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?? XDD. I mean, hey, I wasn't really, genuinely suspicious of O'Brien either - as an overall, at any time in the process sort of thing, Owen was more suspicious of him than I was XD. That was at the beginning lol. But like. STILL. SIR. You can't just go around telling FBI business XD. I just KNOW this I gonna have consequences (obviously), and bad ones xd. Not just in the case but for us, our family/characters. It's gonna be rough lol. You gotta admit though, Owen, and a lot of his scenes, were hilarious this episode XDD. It was a nice contrast to the other plot, the Iris plot, just like last week. Which is wild considering it's a nazi domestic terrorism plot xDD. Anyway lol, I'm excited to see where it's going 🥰. If more stressed, now, lol. Also despite all this I'm wondering, who did he get to play his niece in law XDD. O'Brien, lol - not that that description fits anyone else xd. But like, seriously, who? Is it just another one of the honor dogs' wife or something? Or his (O'Brien's) daughter? Or maybe he's even lying to her, and she really does think he's in there to try to get her husband/boyfriend back. Ah, idk though! Wild lol. Anyway, loved the plot, and yeah, sure, loved Owen lol. Still frustrated with him though xdd.

Now

The moment we've all been waiting for XD

TK and Carlos <3! An also Iris :). So! First let's kinda go over individual stuff. TK first!

My poor booyyyyyy 😭😭. He clearly felt so guilty for like, 80% of the episode xd. All except the call where they found Iris, pretty much, since that was the only time he was under the impression she was kidnapped (which she was but, yk xD). Just- agh 😭😭 xdd. Quick lighter note, amazing acting from TK on the cliff call XDD. Wonderful just as the other two lol, an icon <333. Anyway XDD (gosh that scene was so hilarious lol), TK having to confess going to see Iris in that first scene :((. I wish he got a chance to explain, but he and Carlos were both thinking that could've been the cause, so I don't even think he would've in that short a time. I mean, he just apologized instead of trying :'((. But also, I don't think Carlos would have cared. I don't blame him, but he was emotional and it was something they'd planned not to do, and could've caused Iris's disappearance. It sucks but it makes sense :'(. Also when TK said he wasn't hungry in he last scene I literally wasn't either 😭 xD. I was eating dinner throughout the episode and I'd just finished a bit when I set my food down to watch more intently lol. But I also felt literally a bit nauseous XDD I don't think I was full, I think it was just the drama lol - and THAT is impressive. Especially considering this has to work out lol. Anyway, TK in the last scene was absolutely heartbreaking 😭😭❤️. I really hope he didn't think Carlos's main reason for not coming home was him still being upset :'(((. But I think he probably did <33 💔. Anyway, I love him, he was great this episode xd <3333.

Now, a bit on Iris :D. AAAHHHHHHH I'm so glad she's okay :'DDD. I thought it would take a lot longer to rescue her, but this does make the most sense lol :'). Or t least, a lot of it. In hindsight, I see it XD. Anyway, it makes sense, and I didn't think she'd die or anything, but I'm so glad she's okay :'DD. But my poor girl :((((. Also, the thing about mental health is so sad 😭😭😭. Because yeah, seriously, just as I figured (I assume most of us did), they were discrediting things because of her illness. And it was making her doubt everything :'(((. She didn't deserve that 💔💔💔💔. Doesn't, is probably better <33. And I mean, given that there was no one seen coming out of that house, I cnt really blame the detective, but still :/. I mean, I can partially blame her because of the whole in the trunk, and also head injury hing, but still XD. Most people don't automatically jump to secret passages (like me - or, unlike me I suppose) lol. Anyway, I'm glad Iris is alive and physically (mentally too besides the doubting herself and no doubt the trauma from this :'((( ) okay :'DD. Besides that concussion lol. Carlos still needs that annoying little sister :'). That is not the only reason I'm glad she's alive btw XD, I'm just kinda joking. And annoying bc she teases him lol. Anyway <333. I love her :)) ❤️🥰🥰.

Now, Carlos. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! XDD now, anyway lol. Honestly I'm more distraught than shocked xD. We all knew this was coming lol. And I know, I KNOW, that Carlos is gonna be okay (and I also know it just sounds like I'm trying to convince myself of that but like. we literally know lol xD), but it's still scary 😭😭😭. I'm still nervous as heck lol xDD. Just for how everything's gonna work out! Anyways, more organized stuff time XD. More organized as in more than just now. Anyway, poor Carlos 😭😭😭. His heartbreak in that first scene, and then like almost betrayal when TK revealed that he visited Iris - MMH, AAH 😭😭 xd. I was really hoping tarlos would actually make up, especially quickly, but no such luck 😭. I mean, they're no totally arguing, not yk xD. And there's gonna be so much going on (and much more important stuff at that) when we get Carlos back that I doubt we're gonna talk about it then either. Pro tip: get kidnapped to avoid talking to your fiance. XDD Sorry, I know, I'm evil. But it's not thaaat bad lol. I was just thinking about what I was just talking about earlier while I was a few minutes behind/late catching up on the last of the liveblogging lol, and that thought entered my head XD. Anyway lol. Side now, pretty sure this is about as long as Iris's now and I've barely gotten into the plot xD. Anyway! Let's actually talk about this episode, not the next one lol xD.

I loved seeing protective Carlos, and slightly detective Carlos (lol rhymes) this episode. Him going into shift early - we know it wasn't just anger -, going to the cliff, immediately joining Iris's rescue, carrying her out, holding her hand, standing up for her to the detective, hugging her and kissing her head when she talked about how awful it was and the mental illness side of things. Amazing <33. And then he went and did a dumb thing xdd. Whyyyy would he do that without backup 😭😭. I do remember thinking for a split second "he doesn't want the trail to go any colder" and then passing that as good and forgetting about it in the moment, but I think it was mostly just emotions, even if he did try to justify it lol xD. Also, I'm frustrated but not too mad at him for being mad at TK - he was emotional, it was gonna happen. And UGH I'm rushing this bc I worked on half of this and the end of this post for like 20 minutes and I was gonna be able to do it before midnight and then it didn't save even though my wifi was fine when I clicked save to go post it :'(((. And I am really upset about that bc I had to start from halfway through Carlos's section and I tried but I had three minutes and now it's past midnight xd. So I'mma try to get past how upset I am bc it's arbitrary, and just hurry this up. Besides I don't wanna retype all that anyway xd. This is most of it, I can't remember all of it >://. Ugh I'm really upset xd. Whatever. I'mma just pretend it doesn't bother me. OH MY FREAKING GOSH IT DID IT AGAIN. ALL OF THAT. FREAKING AGAIN. I WANT TO SCREAM TUMBLR COULD YOU PLEASE JUST W O R K!!!! U G H H H H H H H H. I want to SLEEP this has taken me an extra 40 minutes and is making me literally cry just WHY. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME TUMBLR??? I'm literally gonna be saving every two seconds this time and then I'm going to resist chucking my phone across the room. I am going to try and act enthusiastic about this since the entire point of this is so I know what I was feeling instead of just my current rage. This is so stupid I know but whatever.

Anyway, I am so scared for the next episode 😭😭😭. Like VOEUNZUGAKSPB. I don't deserve this :'(((. But like I am so ready XDD. And also not at all lol xdd. It's gonna hurt but I will be LOVING the angst. And dying XD. I don't know how I'm gonna make it through it lol. Because it is going to be ROUGH, Carlos is gonna be going through it xdd. Also, at least they both said I love you at the end <333. That'll make it a tiny bit easier xddd. I will however still be screaming the entire time XDD. Anyway, I am SO EXCITED :DDD. And very scared XDD. Like, I know Carlos will be fine. I'm SURE (literally xD), unless the wedding promo bits (the planning) are with a ghost xD. But I can still be nervous lol. Oh, also! If I don't get to see TK hearing the news, or at LEAST TK telling the others, it is a crime <3. And homophobic <3. Jsyk <3. XDDD But honestly I need it. Anyway, back to Carlos lol! I loved him this episode, he was amazing 🥰🥰🥰. And I am so scared for him next episode xdd. I love him <333.

Overall, I loved loved loved this episode. I am looking forward to regular calls again, though. I love the drama and everything right now and I know it doesn't always leave room for regular calls, but I hope we have them again soon. Though the calm today was great lol. The CPR on the sex doll whole thing was just- amazing XD. Top notch call lol, and amazing performances xDD. Anyway, I loved the storylines this episode! Obviously the whole Iris situation, but Owen's too! Even if I am frustrated with him xD. But, still, I think it's gonna be really interesting, and I wanna see where it goes from here! Also it's hilarious XD. Like it's weird that it has but it has some really funny scenes lol. They've gotta fit it in somewhere xD. I'm cool with it this way lol. And, of course, I loved the Iris storyline :). It was awesome, and I'm so excited to see more. Anyway, I'm terrified of next week, but I'm also so excited :DD. I'm not at all ready, and I am so ready xD. I'll probably just be screaming the entire time. Anyway, I love all of them 🥰🥰❤️ <33.

So yeah! I loved this episode. I really enjoyed the storylines! I'm nervous for the next one. This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 3: Cry Wolf

What a great episode! I am so excited and also so, so scared for the next one. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 4: Abandoned

See you next week!

[dollystuartwrites]

7&ME - Chapter 27 - Smug

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

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Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

J U N G K O O K   P E R S P E C T I V E

'So what's your deal?' Namjoon asked Jimin as we sat down at the booth again.

'What?' Jimin asked casually, playing dumb and taking a gulp of his beer.

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

'Yeah, come on Jimin, tell us,' Hobi said, putting up puppy eyes.

Jimin only grinned widely at us and kept drinking in silence.

'Did she offer to be your girlfriend too?' Jin suddenly asked. We all looked at him in surprise.

'You said what now?' Yoongi said, pulling up his brows.

'She asked me if I wanted her to be my girlfriend,' Jin said casually, but the smirk on his face gave him away. 'Although,' he said furrowing his brows slightly, 'I wasn't sure if she meant me in particular or all of us,'

Tae and I looked at each other with open mouths.

'Anyway, we made out,' Jin said smugly.

'You did what now?!' Tae said in disbelief.

'Highfive Hyung, I made out with her too,' Hobi said cheerfully putting his hand up at Jin.

Jin looked at him in surprise, as did we all.

Yoongi chuckled and we all directed our attention at him.

'She isn't as innocent as you all seem to think,' he said darkly. We all watched him in suspense as he too downed his drink.

He studied his hand for a second.

'I finger fucked her,' Yoongi said simply. All of us were struck by his comment.

'She came. Hard. And loud. Screaming my name,' he said, looking us dead in the eye.

In my mind, I could see her squirming beneath Yoongi's fingers. Panting and moaning, begging for more, like I would do when Yoongi would finger fuck me.

My dick twitched.

Jimin suddenly chuckled.

'She sucked my dick,' he said almost proudly.

'Wait what?!' Tae blurted.

The thought of her with Jimin's dick in her mouth crossed my mind. Him holding her hair, as he did with me whenever I sucked him off. The sound of her gagging and choking on his dick as he would ram it down her throat made me shiver.

Namjoon cleared his throat.

'Well, I think we have our answer to Jin's question,' he said slightly dumbfounded. 'I guess she wanted to be a girlfriend to all of us,'

Jin narrowed his eyes at Namjoon.

'What did you do with her?' he asked.

Namjoon pressed his lips together.

'Joon...' Jin pressed on.

We all knew he was dying to tell us.

'All right, all right,' he said, taking a swig from his drink. 'I fucked her,'

All of us groaned loudly. Not in despair or anger. But in jealousy and out of lust.

'So you mean to tell me,' Taehyung said through gritted teeth, 'that all of you have at least kissed her?'

All the others nodded.

'WHILE JUNGKOOK AND I HAVE BARELY EVEN DARED TO HUG HER?!' Tae exploded. 'THEN WHY THE FUCK WAS I CALLED OUT AS THE MOST HANDSOME MAN IN THE WORLD IF I CAN'T EVEN GET TO THE GIRL?'

'That' sounds a little disrespectful Tae,' Jin said frowning. The other guys simply laughed at Taehyung's outburst.

So she had already kissed most of us.

This meant I probably had a chance with her.

My heart started to pound faster.

'Does she...' I started saying nervous, looking around me to check if she wasn't there yet.

'Does she know about... us?' I asked the boys quietly. They all frowned slightly.

'I didn't tell her,' Yoongi said shrugging.

'I don't think so,' Hobi said shaking his head.

We all looked at Namjoon.

'What are you guys looking at me for? I didn't say a thing,' He said, raising his eyebrows.

We didn't say anything for a moment, but I was sure we all thought the same thing.

Jin was the one to speak out all of our thoughts.

'Do you think... I mean... Since she seems to be pretty open-minded... Do you think she'd be okay with it if she knew?' he directed his question at Namjoon.

Namjoon shook his head in defeat.

'I have no idea Hyung. I mean, she seemed very into it when I was doing her,' he said looking down smugly, 'But I've no idea how she'd react if she knew...'

We all sat in silence again for a minute, thinking.

'Well,' Taehyung said suddenly, grinning at me cheekily, 'There's only one way to find out,'

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Y O U R   P E R S P E C T I V E

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My cheeks were flushed and it was a little hard to see clearly. I was definitely very very tipsy...

And goddamn horny...

I could still feel the spots where Jungkook had touched me lighting up like beacons in my skin. I wanted him to touch me more. Any of them to touch me more. At this point, I didn't give a shit who it was but I needed them on me. Asap.

I quickly washed my hands and stumbled my way out of the bathroom, trying to find my way back to our booth.

Was it left or right?

Suddenly Taehyung appeared before me. I had never been so happy to see him.

He put his hands on my waist and smiled. It wasn't his usual square smile.

'Hey princess, wanna dance?' His words tickled my ear.

As long as I could feel him touching me I would do anything he'd ask of me.

I nodded and he instantly dragged me onto the dancefloor.

He went to stand behind me, his hands still wrapped around my waist, my butt pressing into his groin and his face in my neck.

I had barely time to think how great his body felt against mine when Jungkook appeared in front of me.

'Why don't we let him join?' Taehyung whispered in my ear. His voice was like a little devil on my shoulder giving me advice. And god, how I wanted to obey.

I wrapped my arms around Jungkook's neck and pulled him close again. For a second his face seemed surprised, but then he got that cheeky smile on his face again and went with it.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as I felt both men grind against me, my frame sandwiched in between them.

'You know, Jungkook has never kissed a girl before,' Taehyung's deep voice whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes in surprise and looked at Jungkook. How could such a perfect young man never have kissed a girl before? His skin seemed flawless and his eyes just screamed "bad boy".

'Won't you fulfil his desire?' the devil's voice whispered.

Without thinking twice, I lifted my head towards Jungkook's face. He looked down at me, his lips slightly parting.

'Kiss me,' I invited him, not even sure if he could hear me over the loud music.

Jungkook lowered his face to mine and before I knew it our tongues were intertwining with each other.

He tasted so sweet.

Just like all the other boys did.

As if they were all made of honey.

The kiss might have been an hour or 5 seconds, I had no concept of time anymore. The only thing I felt was Jungkook's lips caressing mine, and the way both he and Taehyung were grinding their boners into my ass and front.

I could feel Taehyung's hands shifting over my waist, stroking and massaging me.

'You like this don't you?' Taehyungs voice fluttered in my neck.

'Yes,' I broke away long enough from Jungkook's kiss to answer Taehyung. Jungkook pulled back now too, his eyes slightly narrowed in that familiar lustful gaze.

'Why don't we continue this elsewhere? Somewhere more private. Where we can enjoy each other even more,' Taehyung suggested. He kissed and bit my neck. Shivers went down my spine.

'Yes,' I moaned.

God yes.

[the-excellent-papyru]

Decay!Tale p2

When I come to, I find myself in my cell. I know it's my cell because I recognize the stuff scrawled onto the walls. Symbols, words, pictures, etc. Something's different about it, however, and I can't place my finger on it… at least until G█████ opens the heavy titaniungsten door. There used to be a laser gate, but I guess he decided a heavy door would keep me in here better.

"Hello, Z99," he says in a deceptively calm voice. "I have some… questions… for you."

"I thought you weren't going to give me any quizzes until I make up for the explosion I caused in the chem lab a few days ago," I say as I sit up.

"No, this isn't a quiz. What do you remember from before you blacked out?"

"Why do you wanna know? Is this some sort of memory endurance test?"

"Just answer the question," G█████ says with frustration.

"Alright, jeez. Um… not much. Just absorbing that teal soul you left with me when you heard Sa– … uh… w-what was his name again? The short one?"

"The 'short one' is 1S. The taller one is–"

"2P. I… I remember that. Anyway, you left to see what was wrong with 1S. After that, I–"

"Absorbed the teal soul. You already went over that."

"O-oh, right. Heh heh. Um, then I got up and went down the hall to see if everything was okay, when I heard you and 1S talking."

"Do you remember what we were saying?" G█████ asks with a small hint of panic.

"N-no. I don't."

At that moment, I start coughing really hard, and 2P pokes his head in through the open door to see what's going on.

"IS ZE– UH… Z99 GOING TO BE ALRIGHT?" He asks.

"They should be fine as long as they don't–" I begin coughing up blood. "S██t. 2P, go back to your cell and don't come out until I say it is okay to, understand?" G█████ says with anger and anxiety in his voice. 2P nods and slips away. G█████ picks me up and carries me to the infirmary. Everything is hazy. My ears are ringing and my heart is thumping loudly, and the only other thing I can hear is my breathing. G█s██r shouts something, but it sounds muffled and distant. My mind races, and I begin hearing thoughts that aren't my own.

Hey, Zephyr. Can you hear me?

W-what? Yes, I can hear you. My name isn't Zephyr, it's Z99. Who are you?

My name is C███a, and your name is Zephyr, you just have amnesia. G██t█r took advantage of this so he could use you as a lab rat, so to speak.

H-huh? You aren't making any sense, C██r█. What do you mean, I'm a lab rat?

Well, you've noticed █a██e█ working on something with a teal glow, right?

Uh, yeah. A few times.

The conversation with █h██a gets interrupted by ██s█e█ saying, "You're awake. Good. Can you sit up?"

"I think so?" I say, trying and failing to sit up on my own. "Oh, looks like I can't."

Ga███r sighs with frustration and helps me sit up.

"I removed the teal soul to make some imperative modifications. I'm almost done, and once I am, you'll be sent to the Capitol to see if Asgore thinks your soul is strong enough to be one of the seven."

It has nothing to do with strength. Well, it actually does, but a different kind of strength. Gas█e█ keeps increasing the wrong strength.

"Hey, Gas█e█?"

"Yes, Z99?"

"Stop lying to me. Call it hunch or whatever, but I know that you've been lying to me the whole time. My real name is Zephyr. I wasn't artificially grown. So stop lying to me and tell me the whole truth. Including the truth about 1S and 2P."

"Fine…" Ga███r tells me the truth. The truth about 1S and 2P, the truth about Chara, the truth about the entire Underground, and the truth about me.

After it all sinks in, he makes me leave the lab.

I wander in a hazy trance eastward. I wander through Hotland and a giant noisy machine. According to a sign that I saw in a building called MTT resort, where I buy something called a 'face steak' and some sword-shaped sandwiches and sleep for about one and a half days, the machine is called the CORE.

Somehow, after a few hours of wandering, I reach an elevator. I step inside the elevator and ride it to wherever it goes. The first thing I see when I step out of the elevator is a monochrome path.

This triggers a lot of memories, enough to fill in the gaps everywhere else.

I follow the path and eventually reach a long hall, with golden light spilling in from the windows.

At the other end, I see the silhouette of a skeleton. I approach them quickly and end up collapsing in front of them. I manage to get on my knees and look up at them. It's Sans.

"heya, kid. how's it going? heh, still got them rosy cheeks, eh?"

"Sans? Uh, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"just thought i'd wait for you here so i can take you to see asgore before the five-year-old human comes to fight him to the death."

"Sure. Let's do– wait, what did you say about a five-year-old human?"

"there's a little kid who fell down here into the underground earlier today. they've made some pretty amazing progress, and should be reaching alphys's lab right about now. since they have a really powerful soul, they're the key to breaking the barrier. anyway, let's go see asgore now. also, ya might want this."

Sans lends me his jacket and leads me to the throne room, where Asgore is watering some flowers.

"hey, asgore," Sans says, startling the King. They both apologize simultaneously, Sans for scaring him, and Asgore for getting scared, and have a good chuckle about it.

"Howdy, Sans. Oh, who's this? I hope they aren't that five-year-old human that I've been hearing about, because then they'd be a very tall five-year-old."

"nah, this one ain't the little kid. this is zephyr, a human with a knack for falling apart literally."

Asgore notices that I have spots of heavily decayed skin on my hands, legs, and neck.

"Oh my. I hope you do not have leprosy, Zephyr, because that would not be good."

"It isn't leprosy," I say. "It has something to do with my soul."

"I've read somewhere that humans have the ability to create a manifestation of their soul, a 1-to-1 replica, so to speak. Do you think you can do that so I can take a look at your soul?"

I nod and focus all my energy on manifesting my soul. After a few seconds, a teal heart shaped object appears and begins hovering above my hand. It's covered in dark spots, and there are small chunks missing in various places.

"Oh my," Asgore says. "I've seen a soul like this in one of Gas█e█'s books. If I recall correctly, it's called a decayed soul. These kinds of souls can come in many colors, but they all look like they are rotting. Decayed souls don't start out that way. Something happens to them that causes the decay to begin. It's different from soul to soul, but... you get the gist, right?"

[vngelicc]

“ a n g e l ”

p a i r i n g : yoongi x reader

g e n r e : boyfriend au.

t a g s : unprotected sex, creampies, boyfriend!yoongi, domestic fluff, idol yoongi, slice of life, age-difference, possessive sex, face-sitting, blow jobs, breeding kink, brief phone sex, accidental voyeurism, y’all get caught by hobi lmao, yoongi deflowers you lol, corruption kink, sweetheart!reader

s u m m a r y : he’s yours and you are his. you didn’t need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

w o r d c o u n t : 7 k

Sunlight creeps through the closed blinds, some parts hitting your face and others on your back. It feels a bit warm, you softly moan in protest and bring the covers over to hide your face. Judging by how bright it is in the room it must already be late morning, maybe even noon.

"...y/n," a low raspy voice mumbled out to you, "I'm hungry."

You squeeze your eyes shut and curl up into a tiny ball with your face buried in the covers, "I am too." It's half-bullshit because you know you're just talking out of your ass since you're half-asleep and still in the process of waking. "I want... want pancakes.. with sprinkles." You mumble, though it comes out muffled because you've burrowed yourself.

Yoongi rolls over, throwing his leg over your body and hugging you close, "We had pancakes yesterday."

"Right.. waffles?"

He chuckled quietly in response and buried his nose in your neck, "You're unbelievable baby, why don't we go out? I'm sure it's brunch." The whine you let out didn't need much explanation as he sighed, "We can bring it back here yeah? I know you wanna finish watching your Rick and Morty show."

You stayed quiet for a little bit thinking about your options. A.) stay in the comfort of your home where you have your soft warm bed, or B.) get out of bed, get dressed, and go outside only to come back. ".... Fine." You muttered slowly peeking your head out of the covers, "Promise we come back?"

"Promise," Yoongi grinned as he propped himself up while staring at you, "now c'mere and give me a kiss baby."

A soft giggle left your lips as you leaned in to peck his lips. You did this three times before he grabbed the back of your head with a laugh as he kissed the hell out of you. Yoongi grinned softly against your lips as he pulled back just a little, "Such a tease," he eyed your lips and then you, "so fuckin' beautiful."

"Yoongi," you whined feeling shy about his compliments, "are we going or not?"

"Shh," he smothered you with more kisses, murmuring in-between, "let me give my princess more kisses."

Your heart soared at the words, you loved how affectionate he was with you. Everyone perceived him as a cold rapper with attitude but no one knew him like you did. He was your baby boy at heart, sure he could be scary at times but he was a complete sweetheart if you were being honest.

You and Yoongi met one day on one of the BTS Run! sets. At first it started with him staring at you and just overall checking you out, but then he actually made small talk. The two of you got along pretty well and by the end of the episode he left with your number.

Over the next weeks you learned he was older than you—a six year age-gap separating the two of you. You didn't mind it much, in fact the increase in age was kind of hot to you. Yoongi was much like you anyways, he liked them a little younger. The two of you talked and talked until he confessed his feelings and vice-versa.

Yoongi took it slow and you were glad he did because this was your first serious relationship. You guess you could say you were a virgin in both aspects: first kiss, first time. He didn't judge nor find it unappealing that you hadn't ever been serious with anyone. In fact he fucking loved it.

The idea of being the first and only person in your life that held you, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and got to kiss those soft lips of yours did things to him. You even had a pretty little purity ring, but the cherry on top was when you told him you have never even touched yourself. It was like a flip had switched within him, you remembered it so clearly;

yoonie<3 [10:45]

just got home from the studio love

have you eaten?

yea i had a late class today :(

sorry to hear that baby

you in bed now?

yep!

You decided to send a selfie of you cuddled up to the Sanrio pillow he had bought you during a date. You deemed it cute enough to send and waited patiently for his response. Of course you didn't expect one right away because Yoongi wasn't big on texting. He enjoyed face-to-face or talking on the phone.

Your phone buzzed and you scrambled to pick it up, rolling on your tummy with your feet in the air as you smiled like a school girl.

yoonie<3 [10:50]

you look so fucking cute baby

you're wearing my shirt aren't you?

it's super comfy lol it smells like you

what else you have on baby?

A soft blush spread over your cheeks as you bit your lip. You felt butterflies in your tummy as you tried to make sense of his question. Was he genuinely curious or was he asking because of other intentions.. Either way you couldn't fight off the nervousness you felt.

i'm wearing the white shorts you bought me

yoonie<3 [10:53]

can i see?

Panic set in as you sat up, "Crap.. what do I do now?" You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, clearly you've never been in a situation like this, much less with your boyfriend. You looked towards the large mirror on your wall across your bed. You softly grinned, "Bingo."

You switched your main lights off and turned on your LED lights, lighting your room up in a fuchsia color. You sat up straight facing the mirror and blushed as you got into what you assumed was the cowgirl position, sitting on your knees as you spread your thighs apart and posed. You made sure the curve of your waist to your ass was on display as you snapped the photo.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod," you rushed out while sending the photo and tossing your phone aside.

yoonie<3 [10:55]

shit

that's so fucking hot baby

can i see what's under?

You were feeling a little bit bolder than usual so you slowly took off the shirt and shorts, leaving you in your matching bra/underwear. You switched the camera and raised your arm a little, using your other to cup your breasts to push them together. You angled the camera down to capture your panties as well. That wasn't the only photo you took.

You bit your lip and decided to take off your bra, pushing your breasts together in one and then in the second photo you snapped it of your ass. After hitting send you laid back just staring at the ceiling thinking about what you had just done. Wild thoughts running through your mind, wondering about Yoongi's reaction or if he saw them at all.

The phone suddenly began ringing, scaring you out of your wits as you jumped. You grabbed the phone with excitement thrumming in your body as you swiped to answer it, "Yoongi?"

"What was all that baby? You trying to make me lose it?" He huskily breathed into the phone.

His deep raspy voice had you pressing your thighs together. It aroused you to no ends hearing him like this, knowing you were the cause. "Do I look pretty?" You softly asked.

"You look so fucking beautiful, wish you were here with me now."

"If I was there what would you do?" You twirled a strand of your hair playing along with Yoongi's little game.

Yoongi released a noise akin to a growl, "You don't even know the half of it pretty girl, I'd have you in my bed with nothing but your pretty panties on. Just wanna leave kisses all over your body, some marks on those pretty tits of yours. Don't even get me started on your ass baby, it's god-send."

All these things being said to you all at once made you flush with desire, a dull throbbing sensation came from between your thighs. You found yourself laying on your side, phone tucked under your ear as you tried to calm down. "Yoongi.." you murmured shyly, "It feels so hot in here."

"Take your panties off baby, I know my sweet girl wants to play with herself, let me guide you baby."

You set the phone down on speaker, shuffling around and slowly sliding your panties down, "They're off."

"Good girl, tease yourself baby. Play with those pretty nipples first. Imagine it's me there with you, sucking on them and pinching." He breathed out softly, shuffling can be heard on his end.

You bit your lip and cupped your breasts and squeezing gently. Slowly you slid the straps off your shoulders and let your breasts pour out from the bra. The cool air caused your nipples to harden almost immediately, it made you sigh softly as your fingers came up to gently roll the nub around. It caused your clit throb even more, pleasure spreading all around specifically down between your legs.

"Oh the things I'd do to you.. you don't know how much I want to fuck you love, you drive me so crazy, especially those pretty lips of yours. I always imagine what it'd be like to have those lips wrapped around my cock. More so that fat ass of yours." He breathed out, a slick sound coming from the other end of the phone.

You whimpered softly, free hand slowly slipping down to cup your hot pussy. Slick was starting to build up slowly, you ran the tip of your index finger up and down your soft folds. It felt hot down there, even more when you dipped in to touch at your hooded clit and then your slicked up hole. "I'm so wet," you breathed out, slowly poking at your tight hole.

"Go on baby, rub on your pretty pussy. Use your finger to tease your clit. Go slow for me, get yourself even wetter." Yoongi groaned out.

Listening to his words you slowly circled your clit and found a nice angle you liked and pressed down, firmly rubbing over it. It felt good, your legs quivered slightly as you forced them apart and let the cool air brush against your parted folds. "I feel so empty, I need more," you moaned out, toes curling and uncurling as you gave yourself pleasure.

"Slip a finger inside baby, finger yourself open."

You slowly slipped your hand down and pressed your middle finger in, slowly pushing it into your pussy. It hurt a little, stinging until a dull throbbing pain took over. A pained moan left your lips as you managed to fit your finger in. The pain was very much there but died down just a tiny bit. "It hurt a little.." you mumbled softly, panting just a little.

"I'm sorry baby, if I was there I'd kiss it all better. If you don't like it we can stop."

"No, I want to keep going, it feels good when I rub myself at the same time." You shyly admitted while using your other hand to rub at your clit slowly, the pain and pleasure mixing quite well.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum when you talk like that. Makes me feel like one of those high school boys." Yoongi chuckled breathily.

You wanted to laugh at his words when all of a sudden you hit a spot that had your legs quivering even more. "Ohh.." you moaned out, your hips canted upwards towards the feeling. "Yoongi," you whined quietly as you rubbed faster while pumping your finger in and out.

There was a soft squelching noise that came from between your thighs. You got a little overzealous with your pleasure, finger going faster as you hiked your legs up and apart. "Mmm, feels so good. I'm getting so close."

Yoongi groaned softly, "Go on baby, cum for me. I'm so close too." He quietly huffed, the slick noises on the other end getting louder and louder.

You whimpered softly as your brows furrowed, the pleasure was rising higher and higher. You were embarrassed that you were coming this quickly but in your defense it was the first time you ever did this. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, body shuddering and quaking.

"Cum baby," Yoongi panted out, the shuffling noises getting faster and faster.

"Yoongi," you finally sobbed, body shaking as your orgasm rolled through you. It left your body weak and satisfied, a low pulsing feeling came from between your legs as your pussy throbbed around your digit. You rode out your orgasm just listening to Yoongi's own moaning and curses as he presumably came.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you,"

+

Yoongi had been busy preparing for his leave to LA, you understood the consequences of dating a worldwide idol so it wasn't a big deal to you. It wasn't like he didn't make time for you, Yoongi still managed to squeeze in a date or two amidst the chaos unfolding. He still came home to you no matter how tiring his day had been, something you found endearing.

"I'm home," he called out in a lazy tone, "I bought those chips you were eyeing at the store the other day."

You turned around from your place on the couch, "Oh thank you, you didn't need to though Yoonie." A soft giggle escaped your lips as you stretched out and went to greet your boyfriend with a kiss. You gently pried the bags from his hand, "I made your favorite," you softly grinned.

Yoongi sent you a soft tired smile, "Thank you baby, I'll eat some right now. Gonna shower and get this shit off me." He muttered motioning to whatever the hell he thought he had on his face.

You pouted softly at his tired look and decided to just hop into the shower with him. You missed him deeply, missed his touch and overall just the feeling of him holding you in his arms. You quietly followed him, watching as he stripped and stepped into the shower. You slowly stripped and made your way into the spacious shower space.

Yoongi made a noise of surprise when he felt your arms come up to wrap around his middle. "Baby?" He asked softly as he placed his hands over your arms.

"Wanted to help you relax." You shyly mumbled into his back as you pressed soft kisses on his shoulder blade and back.

He didn't say anything after that and just sighed letting the warm water run down your bodies. He turned around to bring you into his arms as he swayed side to side with you. You enjoyed this type of intimacy with him just holding you. It reminded you so much of the first time he held you like this.

Coincidentally it had all started with a shower too;

"Ow–wait," you hissed when Yoongi pressed into you, cock slipping past your wet folds. Your hand came up to gently grip his biceps as your hips moved away from his, "Hurts really bad."

Yoongi grunted softly as he took ahold of his cock and pulled back, "Should we stop?" He asked while rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds, pressing on your clit as he slid his cock side to side.

"No, I just.. give me a sec." You mumbled, taking deep breaths and trying to relax. You knew it'd hurt but if you kept overthinking like this you might as well never have sex then. You were pretty sure it wasn't going to end horribly or anything. You'd done foreplay with Yoongi going down on you and getting you nice and wet on his fingers beforehand.

With a quiet sigh you moved to accommodate yourself and spread your thighs open for him, "I'm ready," you murmured out, "just.. go slower."

Yoongi leaned down to cage you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours. He rolled his hips against yours, just idly humping and letting his cock rub up against your inner thigh. "I love you," he murmured softly as he stared into your eyes.

You smiled back at him, "I love you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

Yoongi took the opportunity to slip his cock between your folds once more, pressing in and then pushing slowly. You whimpered into the kiss, arms tightening around him as you tried your hardest to be relaxed. Your lower half burned, pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Yoongi released a muffled groan into your mouth as he pulled your body closer to his.

He finally bottomed out inside of you, balls pressed snug against your ass. You sighed quietly reaching up to gently move his hair out of his face, "Does it hurt?" Yoongi quietly asked, peppering kisses all over your face.

"A little." You softly replied, your hands coming up to gently grip his hair.

Yoongi grinned softly and pressed his forehead against yours, "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Especially when you wear your cute little reading glasses.

You whined out of embarrassment, "Yoongi," you huffed, "those glasses literally make me look like a old librarian." You cackled quietly.

"A hot librarian I'd fuck." Yoongi laughed softly, he lowered himself down on his elbows, caging you in his arms and making you feel even smaller than before.

You shook your head with a eye-roll as you scooted closer, letting your hips roll upwards slowly to test the waters. It didn't hurt as much and the pain was laced with a spark of pleasure. "I'm good," you breathed out, "try not to go too crazy."

Yoongi just chuckled in response as his hips slowly rolled into you, his cock grinding forward and stretching you out. You made soft noises of pain here and there but didn't let him stop, you wanted all of him. He buried his face in your neck, panting softly as his hips worked into you. He had switched his motion and was now pulling out until the tip of his cock remained.

"Yoongi," you mewled, legs hooking around his waist with your ankles pressed against the top of his ass.

"What is it angel?" He moaned out, "Want me to stuff you full of my cock? Fuck you till your legs are shaking and you're begging me to stop?" His hands slithered down to grab ahold of your asscheeks, giving them a harsh squeeze.

A strained whine left your plush lips, hands scrambling to grip his shoulders, "Y-Yes, please I want all of it," your eyes began to fill with tears, sobs threatening to leave, "give it to me Yoongi."

Yoongi groaned sharply his hips picked up the pace drastically, "Baby," he shuddered, "god you feel so fucking good. That's it, such a good girl for me. You gonna take my cock?" He hoarsely whispered.

You let out a sweet whimper as your body bounced in place in tandem to his thrusts. "Yes, I'm your good girl. Gonna take your cock however you want me to," you rasped out, "let you use my pussy as a cum dump."

His hips stuttered in their movements, a filthy moan leaving his lips with his pace increasing. "The mouth you got on you," he panted out as his balls slapped against your ass, filthy squelching noises filling the air. "Want my cum in your pretty pussy baby? Fill you till you're dripping?"

"Yes! God yes please,"

Yoongi pulled back as he used his arms to push himself up and hover over you. He began to piston his hips faster, thighs smacking against your skin as loud clapping noises emitted. "Gonna breed you baby, have you filled with my cum by the end of the night." He grunted.

"Yoongi..!" You squealed feeling your pussy throb from overuse. You were starting to feel your orgasm slowly creeping up on you, it was somehow more intense than before. You eagerly reached down to rub at your clit in rapid circles, "I-I'm gonna cum! Oh god–yes mmm–gonna cum, I'm coming!" A high-pitched sob escaped your lips as you threw your head back, legs shaking and toes curling tightly.

He moaned loudly at the sight of you coming undone. In a way he felt smug knowing that he was the first and most likely the last cock you'd ever have. The way your pussy tightened around his cock made him fall over on top of you. He hugged your body close to his, breathing harshly into your ear as he groaned, "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum," he breathed out, " 'bout to cum in your pretty pussy."

You weakly hugged him back, legs falling from his waist as you let him use you. "Shit you're so–" Yoongi groaned loudly as he couldn't finish his sentence, "God baby, gonna make me cum."

He moaned filthily as his mouth fell open, he went quiet for a few seconds, all you could hear was the sound of the bed shaking and the sheets shuffling. "F-Fuck," he stuttered out, hips slamming into your three times before he stilled. His cock throbbed, spurts of cum spilling out and filling your already ruined pussy.

You whimpered softly and buried your face in his neck. Yoongi kept rocking into you while riding his orgasm out, soft breathless groans leaving him. "Did so well for me angel," he panted into your ear, turning to kiss your cheek and temple, "so good.."

"y/n?" Yoongi broke the silence that had fell over you both. When you hummed back he let out a soft breath he had been holding in, "I asked if you wanted to come to LA with me, we can go to Universal Studios like you wanted."

"LA? But I thought you were going cause of the award show and the concerts?" You tilted your head.

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah, doesn't mean I won't have free time. Please? I don't think I'll be able to stay away from you for a whole month." He joked softly even though he was totally serious.

You thought about it for a few seconds, sure you did miss him and wanted more time with him but going to LA? On top of all that his fans.. they'd finally catch a glimpse of you and you weren't sure if you were ready for all of that. It wasn't like Yoongi kept you a secret, he just didn't talk a lot about you or showed you off to the public eye. Not that you were complaining because you thought it was better that way.

"Okay.. yeah, I'll come with you." You smiled, hand coming up to cup his cheek, "I know you won't last a minute out there without me." You squeezed his cheeks with a soft giggle.

Yoongi grumbled something about you squeezing him as he sent a playful glare your way. "And what about it? Least I can admit it." He pinched your ass as a form of revenge. "Here I thought you were trying to help me relax, not fight with me."

You jumped a little from the pinch, an annoyed pout settling over your features as you smacked his arm, "I am trying to help you relax but you pinched me! Weirdo," you stuck your tongue out whilst moving away from his wandering hands, "no you lost your chance when you decided to abuse me."

"Abuse you?" He said in a offended tone, "Baby that is the last thing I do to your ass and you know it." He laughed.

"You don't see me pinching your ass either," you sassed back, "suffer."

Yoongi sighed, "What does my baby want me to do so I can hold her again? Hm?" He tilted his head, slowly stepping forward and caging you in against the wall. Water ran down his body, his hooded eyes were covered by his wet hair as he used his hand to push it back and out of his face.

You bit your lip, mind running wild from the sight. "There is one thing you can do..." you trailed off, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Yeah?" His breath hitched as he watched your dainty finger go down his body, "And what is that baby?"

You looked into his eyes, innocently batting your lashes at him as you slowly ran your hand along his slowly hardening cock, "Let me have it? Pretty please? I wanna suck you off," you said in that innocent tone you knew he liked, the one that always got him going.

Yoongi had a thing for you playing innocent, despite you being far from it. Something about you whispering and doing filthy things on your own accord without him initiating anything was hot. He remembered how much of a good girl you were before you met him, and now you were a vixen behind doors. Your purity ring long gone..

"Go on baby, show me all the filthy things you can do with that pretty mouth of yours." Yoongi huskily mumbled, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip.

You nodded, your breathing soft and excited. Slowly you sank down to your knees before him, keeping eye contact with him. Your hand gently stroked his hard cock, twisting at the base and then coming back up to cover the tip. He had droplets of pre-cum sliding down as you used it and smeared it around his cock.

Yoongi softly sighed, "Good girl," he mumbled out as his hand came down to cup the back of your head.

Your lips slowly traced over his cock, tongue peeking out slowly to taste him. It had been weeks since you both got to unwind like this so you wanted to make the best of it. You cupped his soft balls and massaged them gently while mouthing at the shaft of his cock, "Mmm, taste so good." You whispered, looking up into his eyes.

Yoongi softly moaned as he licked his lips, his dark hooded eyes were trained on the way your pouty lips skimmed his cock. "Yeah? C'mon baby let me feel those soft lips around my cock." He pleaded softly.

Without another word you took Yoongi's cock into your mouth, lips plush around him as you slowly took him in. A soft mewl left your lips as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue slithering around the shaft of his cock. You could feel the tip hit the back of your throat, your eyes teared up with your throat constricting just a little bit.

"Ohh fuckkk," he rasped out, relaxing against the wet tiles and leaning his head back, "so good baby.."

His moans motivated you more, head slowly bobbing and lips tightening as you delivered a few harsh sucks. Your hand remained stroking his balls and your eyes closed slowly, soft filthy sucking noises filled the shower as you occasionally gagged on his fat cock. You slowly pulled back with a wet pop, tongue coming out to swirl around the tip and collect all the pre-cum.

Yoongi shuddered in pleasure, the tip of his cock was the most sensitive part and usually he tended to try and avoid that to prevent from coming early. "Fuck baby no," he whined, "don't do that or else I'll cum."

"That's the whole point," you cheekily giggled, eyes staring into his as you took him back into your mouth.

He released colorful curses, hand holding your wet hair tightly. You moaned around his cock, you slowly leaned forward until your nose touched his lower stomach. Drool slipped past your lips as you fought the gagging fit you knew you were bound to have. Yoongi let out a strangled moan, hand letting go and holding you in place, "Baby–fuck, oh god."

You put your hands on his hips, pushing yourself back with a soft gasp. Saliva ran down your chin as you licked your swollen lips, "Fuck my throat?" You quietly asked.

Yoongi nodded deliriously, body thrumming in excitement when he heard you curse which was something rare. He guided you back to his cock, letting you down slowly until he held you in place. His balls were pressed snug against your chin as he began to roll his hips upward. Soft gagging noises filled, your eyes closed and let him hold you down on his cock.

It was so sloppy at this point, saliva dripping and gags louder. Yoongi was moaning like crazy now, head thrown back as he praised you endlessly. "Oh god baby, you're doing so good for me," he shifted a little to move his hips a bit faster, "gonna make me cum." He groaned.

Your eyes teared up, you knew your throat would be aching for days after this. Especially with how he was frantically working his hips. His cock began to slowly throb as Yoongi went still, mouth falling open as he slumped against the wall. "Shit–" he hissed out, thick ropes of cum going down your throat.

Yoongi rode out his orgasm, watching as you cried and choked on his cock. He sighed heavily, letting go of you bonelessly and watching as you recoiled back. You struggled to swallow and went into a small coughing fit. The icing on top was the happy angelic smile you gave him afterwards, "Thanks Yoonie," you giggled.

"You dirty girl." He laughed breathlessly.

+

LA was definitely a change of pace, it was so pretty at night and filled with all sorts of places to go to. You and Yoongi didn't go out much during the day. Both of you opted to leave around nighttime since it got darker rather quickly given the whole daylight savings thing. It was fun, Yoongi took you down to Santa Monica and even indulged in your requests such as going to Six Flags.

Tonight you had attended day two of their show, thoroughly enjoying watching your boyfriend have his fun and go off during his performances. It made you swell with pride seeing how happy he really was on stage. You wish you could keep him that way, stress free and happy for the rest of his life.

A staff came to get you since you had been seated at the top of the stadium in a private booth. You quickly followed after them, this wasn't your first rodeo anyways so you knew where to go by now. You saw your sweaty boyfriend downing a bottle of water. You giggled running up to him and wrapping your limbs around him, "Did you enjoy yourself?" You cheerfully asked.

"You know I did baby." Yoongi quietly laughed, ruffling your hair and pulling you close.

"Ew Yoonie you're so sweaty." You whined playfully but let him hook his arm around your neck, holding you close to him.

Yoongi snorted softly, "Babe that should be the least of your concerns right now. You should worry about.. I don't know maybe if I'm hungry or if I'm tired?" He teased softly.

You followed Yoongi down the corridor, hand cupping his cheek as you kissed him, "You hungry Yoonie?" You mumbled softly against his lips.

"Yeah," he pulled you tighter against him, "but not for what you think I want." Was all he said as he covered you, bringing you to the car and getting in the back with you.

You were left red the whole car ride back, excitement buzzing in you as you looked forward to getting back to the hotel. His hands gently settled on your hips since he had you sitting on his lap. You cupped his cheek and brought him close as you snapped photos of the two of you. He looked so in love in each photo your heart melted into a puddle of goo.

The two of you bid your goodbyes to the boys and left to the room together, hand in hand. "Namjoon broke the damn thing." He shook his head, "I told him not to play with it and looked what happened."

"I saw.. he looked so sad when he realized he couldn't use it anymore." You giggled softly, following Yoongi as the two of you flopped down on the bed. "Yoonie, you still want me to make you something to eat? Last time you ate was before sound check." You mumbled softly, stroking his hair as he curled up closer to you.

Yoongi shook his head, "No baby I'm not really hungry right now. Just a little exhausted from the show."

You nodded and turned over to lie on your tummy as you checked your social medias and other stuff. "You don't have to perform tomorrow right?" His hum of acknowledgment gave you your answer, "You want to take a drive down to Universal Studios?"

"Yeah, I'm up for it baby." Yoongi rolled over to use your ass as a cushion for his head, "Damn, this feels nicer than being smothered by your thighs."

"Yoongi!" You laughed, swatting his hand blindly as you tried to get him to stop groping your ass, "You dirty old pervert."

Yoongi scoffed, "You love this dirty old pervert angel, mind you he's the reason you turned into a freak in the sheets." He sounded almost proud of himself, as if that was something he had been waiting to accomplish.

You bit your lip with a blush dusting your cheeks, "Really now? You sound a little to proud of yourself there. Do you love just how dirty you turned me? Shame on you Min Yoongi, I was such a good girl before this and now all I can think about is your cock down my throat or in my pussy pounding me six ways to Sunday." You licked your lips.

Yoongi let out a muffled groan, clearly enjoying all this talk about corrupting your past innocent self. "Fucking love it angel, knowing that everyone thinks you're such a sweetheart, that you can do no bad. Little do they know I got myself a little slut," Yoongi turned to roll you over and straddle your hips, "a little freak in the sheets willing to let me do anything to her. Isn't that right baby?" He cooed patting your cheek.

You nodded eagerly, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you watched his movements. Yoongi softly smiled, thumb coming up to gently dip into your mouth. You whined softly, slowly parting your lips to let his thumb slide in. "Good girl," he breathed out, "c'mere, I want you on my face."

Immediately you let his thumb go with drool slipping out from the corner of your lips. "Yes please." You murmured whilst letting him get into position as he tugged at your clothes. There was something so debauched about the way you were stripped to nothing and he was fully clothed. Made you feel tiny.. submissive.

Yoongi licked his lips slowly, he eyed your cunt like it was going to be the last meal he ever had. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my face okay? Use me however you want to get off, filthy girl. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock right now." He rumbled lowly.

You bit your lip and slowly crawled over to hover over his face, "Ready for your cum too?" You asked with puppy eyes and a pout.

"Even my cum angel." Yoongi reassured as his hands came up to gently grasp both of your soft ass cheeks. His mouth watered whilst slowly pulling you down on to his face, mouth attaching to your soft cunt right away. His tongue poked at your soft folds, slowly gathering up your wetness and spreading it around your cunt.

You relaxed on his face, hands coming behind you to steady yourself as he ate you out slowly. A tiny mewl bubbled up from your throat, the way he ran the tip of his tongue around you clit made your thighs quiver. "Yoongi," one of your hands slowly made its' way to his hair as you gripped it, "please."

Yoongi gave a low hum, eyes closing whilst he smothered himself in your soft folds. He flattened his tongue on your clit and gently moved your hips forward. You took it as a cue to start riding his face. Your hips rolled slowly, pace sensual as his tongue rubbed over your clit repeatedly.

"God–yes, so good baby." You choked out, head leaned back and toes curling.

He wildly slurped at your clit, hands gripping your ass cheeks tightly and slapping them. A soft shuddered moan left you, eyes closing in pleasure and thighs quivering. "Yoongi–ohh yes–right there," you whispered out.

Yoongi decided to take the sensitive bud into his mouth as he gave hard sucks. He was harshly breathing through his nose, practically being smothered by you. Not that he cared though. If anything he'd die a happy man between your thighs. A soft guttural groan left him, brows pinched in concentration.

Your mouth fell open when he switched from sucking on your clit to tongue fucking you. He spanked your ass harshly in tandem with his tongue, your hips began to stutter in their movements. "Yoongi..!" You shrieked, hands gripping his hair tightly.

He growled against your soft pussy, he wiggled his tongue from inside of you. He pressed it up against your g-spot, the action had you crying from the pleasure rising in your tummy. "Wait–Yoongi! Please, wanna cum on your cock!" You softly begged.

Yoongi pulled back, taking sharp breaths as he panted, "Yeah baby? You want to cum from my cock and cock only?" He said groping your ass cheeks, "Lay down angel, spread them wide for me."

You eagerly laid on the messy bed, legs spreading widely as you waited for Yoongi. He hurriedly stripped of his clothes, tossing them everywhere around the room. He climbed on the bed again and hovered over you, hand pumping his cock slowly. "That's a good girl," he breathed out, eyes zeroed in on your pussy, "fuck you look so beautiful baby."

"Yoonie," you shivered, "a little cold."

“I got you baby.” Yoongi replied while grabbing the soft blankets and bringing them over your bodies.

You giggled quietly and brought Yoongi down for a slow kiss, arms wrapping around his neck, “I love you.” You mumbled with a soft smile.

“I love you too.” Yoongi smiled back, lips capturing your own once more.

The two of you exchanged heated kisses. Yoongi took the opportunity to slide his cock up and down your soft folds, tapping your clit repeatedly. You softly hummed, eyes falling shut and lips parting as he slowly stretched you out with his cock. It felt heavenly as usual, you couldn’t help but hug his body to yours.

Yoongi moaned huskily against your lips, he tested the waters out by slowly rolling his hips. He pressed into you deeply before slowly pulling out. This went on for a few minutes as the two of you savored the feeling of one another. “Faster, please.” You breathed out.

“Shit,” Yoongi sighed, “feels amazing baby.” His hips picked up the pace slightly, moving fast enough to have your tits bouncing and make soft clapping noises. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He purred.

Sweet moans poured from your lips, he wrecked your sopping pussy through-n-through. His own moans were just as loud as yours. The sheets shuffled around with Yoongi’s fast movements, bed shaking from the sheer force. Yoongi decided to bury his face in your neck as he pound you into next week.

“Oh yes baby,” he breathed out, “that’s it take it. Take my cock like you were meant to. Give it to me angel,” he desperately moaned whilst thrusting faster and faster.

You arched your back in a breathless moan, “Yes, yes..!” You whispered back as tears welled up.

“Yeah? You like that?” Yoongi hungrily rasped out, “Want more?”

“God yes, give me more Yoongi,” you whined out, “f-fuck me till I can’t walk anymore.”

His thrusts became much more harder, the sound of your skin clapping getting louder. Your pussy was embarrassingly soaking, slick dribbling down your cunt as his balls smacked against you. He hooked an arm under your thigh as he raised it slightly, the sheets threatening to slide off your bodies as your moans grew louder.

“Yoongi..!” Your eyes welled with tears, the pounding so good it made you want to cry.

Yoongi’s mouth fell open, eyes rolled back as he moved faster, “Oh god,” he whimpered, hands gripping the sheets beside you tightly.

You were going to respond to him, something dirty already formed in your head when it happened. By it you meant Hoseok walking in right as Yoongi rearranged your guts. Your eyes widened in horror, face pale as you made eye contact with Hoseok. Hoseok seemed just as traumatized as you.

“Holy shit– I’m so sorry Yoongi, y/n,” Hoseok cried out, turning right around and rushing to leave, “I just came in here to get my charger back from Yoongi!”

Yoongi turned his head back, a glare settled on his face, “Hoseok what the fuck get out!” He yelled out, vein popping in his temple as he covered your body with his, making sure you weren’t visible.

“I didn’t mean to Yoongi! Sorry y/n!” Hoseok yelled back after closing the door.

You were mortified, eyes wide and still unable to process it at all. “What just happened?” You looked up at Yoongi, eyes blinking in shock. You didn’t know whether you laugh or to stay quiet. You chose to laugh. “Oh my goodness,” you giggled and covered your mouth, “that’s so funny!” You threw your head back.

Yoongi sighed deeply, “That Hoseok, doesn’t know what the fuck knocking is I guess.” He muttered out, small smile forming on his lips as he laid on top of your chest, “Now my dick’s all soft.” He complained softly.

You continued laughing, “I love you so much Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled to himself, cheek pressed against you as he softly pouted, “I love you too angel..”

[minilpark]

Hey, do you have HC for soft hangman🥺

do i have hcs for soft hangman? of course jake is constantly on my mind-

most of these thoughts are based on a naval aviator!reader btw

y/c/s - your callsign

i know a lot of people may think jake would ask you out with confidence and be all smooth, but i personally think the opposite

when he meets "the one" he stumbles over his words and he gets all flushed

and you find that so cute because normally all the other navymen are so cocky when they come to ask you out

so you decided to give him a shot and you just smirk at him, pulling out a pen and grabbing a napkin

"the name's y/n, you can call me y/c/s if you like, here's my number, and i'm free on friday evening if you wanna hangout, lieutenant seresin" you say while tucking that napkin into his front chest pocket

and jake is just at a loss for words because he thought that was so h o t

coyote sees his homeboy choking up in front of you and comes to his rescue

he just slides up beside him and wraps an arm around jake's shoulders

"hello, i'm lieutenant javy machado, call me coyote, the guy who's currently out of order at the moment is lieutenant jake seresin, his callsign is hangman and he would love to meet up with you on, friday was it?"

and you don't fail to notice the little wave he gives to your friend as well lmao

but anyways god bless coyote he's really pulling through

"anyways, if you'll excuse us- we got a game of pool to go back to but it was great meeting the both of you!" javy says while pushing jake towards the pool table with the others

and before jake is out of earshot you just-

"lovely meeting you, jake"

from that moment on, he was head over heels

he never thought he could fall for someone that fast before but with your mannerisms, confidence, and the way you said his name-

he couldn't wait for the first date

and first date turned into the second, fourth, seventh, until you both finally became an actual couple

honestly some were surprised you were dating him, the hangman

he was like the residential cocky, know it all, asshole in top gun

but then they realised why

when he was with you, he was totally different

so sweet and caring, protective as well

jake tries to sneak it but everyone notices the quick little cheek or forehead kisses he gives you when you two pass by each other

the way he waits at the cafeteria for you, so you both can eat together

when you two are at the bar and he keeps a hand on the small of your back or around your shoulders/waist

the fucking heart eyes

and the way you're the only one who can put him in his place

yeah everyone thought you two were perfect together

and no one let you both live with the "cocky bastard/humbling partner" type trope

"god it's like you two are straight out of a netflix original movie-" - rooster

anyways, when you two are deep enough into your relationship, he totally moves in with you (yes i imagine him moving in with you and not the other way around)

mainly because he's always at your place anyways

and now you two arrive to work together

oh my god wait imagine getting ready for work in the mornings together

you turn off the alarm and look to see if jake is up

which he is

he's been up for a total of 5 minutes but was just laying there admiring you and how messy of a sleeper you are

literally tangled in blankets, your hair is a mess, and you may have drooled a bit in your sleep

and yet he still totally found you cute

anyways you both mumble a "mornin'" to each other before throwing on your uniforms

once that's done you both check to see if everything is pinned in its proper place and if things are tucked in- the works

and you both head to the bathroom to freshen up

jake is a bit faster in getting ready so once he's finished brushing his teeth, putting on deodorant, and slicking back his hair, he offers help

and you accept especially on days when youre feeling a bit tired

i imagine he is great at fixing your hair

it doesn't matter if it's short, long, curly, straight, he's great at it

anyways you two double check each other, grab your outerwear if it's particularly chilly and a piece of toast before heading out the door

i feel like most of the time jake drives but when you take the wheel he cannot stop staring at you

the way you've got one hand on the wheel while the other is hanging out the window or holding his,,,

yeah that's attractive to him

oh speaking of car rides in general, you two blast music and sing at the top of your lungs

you both totally make playlists together

and for each other

anyways going back to the car related stuff-

you both totally do at home car washes

yes you spray him with the hose and yes he gets you back

stereotypical couple car wash scene but it's cute nonetheless

oh and you both do maintenance on the car together

if you don't know how he definitely takes the time to teach you

"you never know when you're gonna need to know this stuff y/n"

sorry my thoughts are jumping around but kitchen stuff with hangman-

first off, jake can cook and bake

you never knew until he moved in with you though and he would constantly make meals for you or bake things to cheer you up

he learned from his older sister (i imagine he has one older sister, one younger sister, and a baby brother)

but yeah you two definitely cook and bake together

if you can't do either, he would offer to teach you that as well

honestly him and teaching you things >>

he does it partly because he likes doing things with you, but also because he wants to make sure that you're able to do this stuff by yourself should anything happen to him

it's a way of protecting you in his mind

speaking of anything happening to him,

you two get assigned to different missions a good amount of the time

so when either of you get ready to leave for a mission the other is always there see them off

departing always comes with a tight hug and a "you better fly back to me" type spill

and the reunion is tooth rottingly sweet

either of you just anxiously waiting for the other to land and when you see each other the tightest hug and the sweetest kisses are exchanged

"told you i'd come back"

"never doubted you for a second, honey"

[elsecrytt]

Barbatos in Season 3 and 4

Okay so I noticed there were a couple people who hadn't seen these scenes (this season 3 scene with Barbatos and Asmo is a locked lesson you have to get a certain number of 3 star battles to unlock), so here's some very interesting scenes that involve Barbatos, MC, and c o n s e n t:

So basically, in season 3 (this is in Lesson 53 - the scene with Asmo and Barbatos that happens later is in Lesson 54-C), Solomon comes up with this "Tails game" as a preliminary trial for sorcerer!MC.

He does NOT ask you if you want to participate beforehand. In fact, he very intentionally goes out of his way to make sure you know nothing about it in advance:

You read that right - MC "will feel an irresistible compulsion to fulfill our wishes." We have no option to express that we don't like this or don't want to go through with this, and we're not asked at any point, either.

But that's okay, right? MC always wins everything, after all, due to being the protagonist and stuff. Solomon does this because he knows we're going to win...

Actually! Solomon literally rigs the game against us to ensure that we lose :) and not only that, but we lose to Barbatos (and Asmo).

Because the game is a Secret Test of Character, see, and he's a trickster mentor (I liked Solomon a lot more until this lesson happened lol).

So uh yeah. All throughout the tails game, Barbatos emphasizes his privacy and how he doesn't trust us with his grimoire.

And then when we're at his mercy? What's our privacy worth? What about our dignity?

It's time for Barbatos to repay the favor and not pry into our personal life, right?

It's time for him to treat us with the same respect we afforded him, right?

It's time to see him acting kind towards us, showing mercy when we're in a vulnerable situation, magically compelled to want to grant his every wish, right??

Especially since he was going to betray us from the beginning, he wouldn't take advantage of a situation we never agreed to be in, right???

Yeah, Barbatos doesn't do any of that shit. He sees an opportunity to get information out of us and he takes it immediately, with a minor aside of "oh Asmo don't listen in".

So... that's why I kinda enjoyed lesson 71, and I don't have the (again, completely understandable) reaction that other people do to this scene.

Oh? What? You don't think it's funny??

You don't find it amusing when someone's been magically influenced and they use it to their advantage? You don't think it's natural to get whatever it is you personally want out of someone who's at your mercy????

You don't find it funny that while you tried to protect MC from a magical compulsion, and summarily were caught up in that compulsion, they used that against you instead of respecting your dignity??

It's not funny?? I had no idea, Barbatos! Really, I didn't! I was under the impression that it was completely hilarious! A very normal thing to do! I'll definitely keep this in mind for next time!

If this were a better story, there would be more elaboration on this. Because I like this. I like this turn of events, this show of negative characterization from MC.

But I know that it's a joke. It's a one-off. If this were a better story, this would be a part of a character arc for Barb, it would be a moment of spite from MC, a moment where Barbatos realizes what he's done to them and learns from it.

At least it's good fanfic fuel? aksdhfklhfg

Anyways, listen, there's no reason for you to agree with my view on any of this - I find the narrative angle of spitefulness/revenge/tit-for-tat here compelling as a story arc, but I very much understand and empathize with those who just find it uncomfortable in general and would rather it not be there (I DEF had that feeling when MC was on the receiving side of this, haha).

ANYWAYS I have WiPs to be avoiding, but if you made it this far, thank you for listening~

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAHHH

Y'all I'm so excited :))

Oop Maddie maybe?

AHHH yep :DD

OOGH they're happy, it looks like we're gonna see them find out about Buck o.o :))))

Or about to anyway lol

Awww y'all :'))

It's really nice to see them have a good, or starting to mend their, relationship ::))

Awww lol <3

UH OH

AAAHHHH there it is :)))

O O O P E WHO IS IT :DDD 😬😬

😭😭😭 AAHHH

AAAHHHH NOO I DIDN'T QUITE SEE WHO IT WAS BUT AAAAHHHH 😭😭😭😭 "WHICH ONE" 😭😭😭💔💔

I'm not okay <333

AAHHHHHH 😭😭😭💔

"Do more" 😭😭😭😭😭

THEMMMM 😭😭😭💔💔

AAAAHHH WAIT WHAT AWAKE? WAIT YEAH DREAM WORLD

:OOOOOO THE SUBTITLES SAY W H A T N O W????

AAAHHHH YES AS MADDIE SAYS!!!! D A N I E L :OOOOO!!

The subtitles said it lol

AAHHHH

He's so confused xD

Awww lol :')))

Also unrelated but huh allergy to naproxen :o! Idk I just like random facts lol

STUDENTS????

AAAAHHHHHHHHH HE'S A T E A C H E R 😭😭😭😭

THEY SHOWED HIM WITH KIDS SO MUCH ON P U R P O S E LAST WEEK!!!

I am literally losing my mind y'all I can't

XD forget he has a brother lol

:OOOOO FERRIS WHEEL!!!

That could be the call he lost that one guy AND the tsunami

A H YES TSUNAMI AAHHHH

Y'all I'm freaking out

Man's just real confused xD

OOOOP!!!

Family dinner 👀👀👀👀👀😳

Different decoratingggg xDD

Uh ohhh

I remember seeing Doug in the promo sooo xD

Okay they do have a kid at least xD

AHHH (awh not aah) so G works as a nickname bc it's Genevieveeeee I see lol

AAAAHHHHHH D O U G G G G

Ik it would mess up the dream stuff and all that but.

DECK HIM DECK HIM DECK HIM

XDD

[azucanela]

bakugou/todoroki reacting to their s.o. who usually wears long sleeves and pants wearing a casual dress? please feel free to include anyone else! also if it's ok can you add a bit of spice or smth 👉👈

REACTING TO S/O WEARING A DRESS HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[ft. bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shoto]

SUMMARY: for the first time, the boys witness you in a dress and... it ends pretty well for you. 

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: make out session, kissing, insecurities, SPICE, implications 

A/N: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO WRITE IT <3 also this is as unholy as it gets [for now] a lil spicy hehe, just a tad 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

OKAY SO

he’s taken you on dates, and normally you wear jeans and a t-shirt, and he’s fine with it, he doesn’t care, your clothes your business, you wear what you want and look good no matter what it is. sweats? hot. sweatshirt? hot.

dress? probably hot, he hasn’t seen you in one yet.

UNTIL NOWWWW

it’s getting warmer, and pants are for losers, so naturally, you wear a pretty lil sundress for your upcoming date with bakugo

he comes to get you in your dorm room, and you text him that the doors unlocked and he’s like AIGHT BET

not the type to knock before entering, but you have thankfully already been dressed and as he enters he realizes that his hypothesis was in fact correct

you are very hot in a dress

very pretty

beautiful

he’s confused though, like since when is this a thing, why are you being so casual about it? did he forget something important? when was your anniversary? 

“what the hell?”

you’re like ??? because nothing has changed

so he’s like “you’re.. in a dress.”

“OH,,, haha... yeah.”

now he’s made you insecure, you suck katsuki

once he passes the confusion he is checking you out, your thighs are exposed, and so are your arms, so he’s a lil distracted and doesn’t realize he’s distressed you

when he finally comes to he goes to compliment you, “you look-”

“bad? i should change-”

“NO.” he shouts, and it is a little too quickly and aggressive, so his cheeks flush at this outburst, “you look pretty.”

then he realizes he was too nice, “idiot.

you smile at him, and move to the door, only for him to kick it closed

you’re like ???

he’s like

!!

Katsuki tries to avoid the looks he gets from the rest of his classmates as he makes his way to Y/N’s dorm room, hands shoved into his pockets as he walks. They had a movie to get to, and Katsuki wanted to make sure they had time to get snacks before the movie started, so he intended to begin rushing her. Removing one of his hands from his pocket, he turns Y/N’s door knob, shoving the door open.

He pushes it slightly behind him, but not enough that it closes since he doesn’t intend to be here long, Katsuki looks up and turns to her, “oh hey Katsuki.”

She’s putting some things in her purse, which is on her bed, so she’s slightly bent over as she shoves some cash inside it. Meanwhile, Katsuki can’t help the astonishment that washes over his features as eyes her. “What the hell?” He can’t help but exclaim at the sight before him. This was the most skin he’d seen since... since ever.

Not that he was complaining. 

Y/N’s brows furrowed at his comment, standing up and bringing her purse onto her shoulder she looked at him and tilted her head in confusion. “Excuse me?”

Katsuki opened and closed his mouth once or twice, trying to find words as he let out a noise of frustration, gesturing to her, “you’re wearing a dress!” Exasperation clear in his tone, confused as to how she hadn’t seen this as an abnormality. Had he forgotten something? An anniversary perhaps?

Y/N, on the other hand, felt her cheeks warm at this. It hadn’t really crossed her mind that she didn’t wear dresses often, much less clothing that revealed her skin, which was littered with scars from the training and all the incidents there had been in the school year thus far. She couldn’t help the thought that rushed through her minds as she responded rather lamely, “yeah. I am.”

Katuski collected himself, “well, you look-”

“Bad? I should change-” Y/N began, preparing to go to her closet to find another outfit.

Only for Katsuki to call out, “NO!” His cheeks flushing red as he realized how ridiculous his outburst must look, Katsuki looked away. “You look nice... idiot.” 

Y/N beamed at him, moving towards him and the partially open door that he stood by, she grasped his hand, “let’s go then!” 

As she brought her hand to the knob, she was yanked back by Katsuki, who released her hand when she was close enough pulled her to his chest, pressing his lips to hers. Y/N’s free hand came up to hold his jaw, while his hands dug into her hips as he kicked the door behind him closed before shoving Y/N onto it. 

Gasping at the sudden movement, her other hand came to his hair and tugged harshly on it. In response, Katsuki released her lips and brought his mouth to her neck, one of his hands coming to the bare skin of her thigh and pulling it up to hold against himself. Pressing open mouthed kisses onto her neck, Y/N let her head fall back onto the door, giving him better access.

Exhaling deeply, Y/N spoke, “Katsuki we’re gonna be late.” As much as she wanted to disregard the movie, they’d already paid for their tickets, and she wasn’t in the mood to waste money.

In response, he bit down on her neck, causing her grip on his hair to tighten before he looked back up at her, swollen lips baring a cocky grin, “I don’t mind being late, babe.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

he’s so cute ugh

anyways, i feel like his range in terms of style is trash bag or finest man in the room so he doesn’t care how you dress and if you switch it up on occasion

this does not make him immune to the S H O C K

anyways

you’re going out with friends, but he doesn’t know this so he comes over

you open the door for him like ? but then a light bulb goes off in your head like yes! your bf! he can help! surely!

so you let him in and now he is in shock

like wow you are always hot but WOW

dresses 4 life in shinsou’s book

AND THEN YOU TURN AROUND AND HE CAN SEE SO MUCH SKIN BECAUSE YOU NEED HELP WITH THE ZIPPER AND-

rip shinsou 2020

he’s dead

look what you did

who gonna help you with that zipper now huh

very respectful gentleman though

he looks RESPECTFULLY and TOUCHES respectfully

and he really wants to touch 

“HOW CAN HE BE SO HOTTT AND RESPECTFUL” tik tok audio

helps you with your zipper tho

because he is a good boy

but you lowkey noticed his change in attitude and well...

hahaha....

Shinsou was bored, so naturally, he was going to visit his lovely girlfriend at her dorm. It was odd, not receiving the cruel glares from his fellow students for his so called ‘villainous’ quirk. Then again, his girlfriend was the most powerful student in her dorm, and the people there either already liked him, or were forced to get over themselves when the two had started dating.

Nobody wanted to face the wrath of Y/N L/N.

He made his way to your door, smiling briefly at those he passed, a small wave to one student he knew particularly well. Shinsou knocked at the door, and the sound of shuffling came from inside, before the door peeked open slightly to reveal Y/N’s head, a smile making its way onto her face as she saw Shinsou.

“Oh, Shinsou! Perfect, come in and help me.” Cute.

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at her, and a small laugh left him, “alright.” Y/N. was sure to hide her body behind the door as she let him in, only increasing his confusion as he entered and she closed the door behind her. “Babe, what are you doing?” 

When she closed the door, he finally got a full view of her body and realized she was wearing a dress. Shinsou couldn’t help the moment of shock he had as he looked her up in down. “You look beautiful.” He commented, coughing as he averted his eyes. He was looking, respectfully until his eyes trailed a little too low and-

“Would you mind zipping me up?” Y/N asked, turning around, exposing her naked back to him, save for the clasp of her bra. 

Oh god you were trying to kill him.

Inhaling sharply, he nodded, “yeah, yeah, sure.” He replied. Moving closer, he brought his hands to her hips, allowing them to linger momentarily. He tilted his head as he noticed a scar running up her back, and couldn’t help but trace it upwards. Y/N felt her cheeks warm at this action, a shiver running up her spine being all it took for Shinsou to break contact entirely, “sorry.” He mumbled, embarrassed, his hand coming to the zipper and pulling it upwards.

She simply shook her head, turning around to face him, his cheeks burning red. “It’s fine.” Y/N brought her hand under his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, her other hand going to his arm.

Shinsou hummed into the kiss, allowing his hands to trail up his back once more, he finds himself regretting that he helped her zip of the dress as he presses her closer to him. 

Y/N pulls away momentarily, much to Shinsou’s dismay, before pressing another peck to his lips and shoving him backwards. The backs of his knees hitting her bed frame, causing him to fall into a seat on the bed. Shinsou raises a brow, watching her figure come between his now spread legs and tilt his head up to bring him into another kiss. 

His eyes flutter close as he finds his hands gripping her thighs, pulling onto himself before the other followed, allowing Y/N to straddle him, “what’cha doing, kitten?” He mumbled against her lips. She released his lips only to bring her own to his neck, as his hands hands went under her dress and up her thighs until-

“I have to go meet my friends.” She mumbled into his neck, exhaling deeply.

Shinsou groaned in annoyance, falling backwards onto her bed, “tease.” He grumbled under his breath, looking to her as she slipped off of him and amended her appearance, he couldn’t help but smile. “Have fun.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

SO CUTE I LOVE HIM MARRY ME

ahem anyways.

shoto always looks nice, its in his nature and how he was raised, so he could be the wearing the best fit in the room and you could be wearing sweats but he really does not care

he doesn’t really notice what you wear tbh, you’re pretty to him no matter what so

bb boy is just sitting at the bench, you two had agreed to meet up at the mall, and he intended to SPOIL you, per usual, not that you knew this

you did not approve of his spending habits

you are his spending habits

he’s on his phone, preparing to text you, and he sees a figure appear in front of him, white dress with flowers on it is all thats in his vision

he’s about to be like stranger danger what do you need until he looks up and sees

GASP its you!

and you look MIGHTY FINE 

you always look mighty fine, no matter what you wear, but the fact that this was something new made it even better. shoto didn’t particularly care what you wore but WOW

he kinda just cannot speak, like his mouth gapes open, you have left him speechless, good job

he’s definitely eyeing you, and he isn’t very subtle but you look so GOOD like what the hell who allowed this

insert anime nosebleed from todoroki

you are going off on a tangent about bees or smth idk and he’s like not paying attention your words but he certainly is paying attention to how nice the upper half of your body is looking rn

iykyk

he does not understand the feeling he is having but he does understand he really really really wants to kiss you

several times

and he wants to touch

you are there like “shoto???”

and hes like yes, anything for you my sweet love, what do you need

“yes love?”

ugh shoto and petnames just

a simp

anyways you guys go to the mall and he’s holding you closer than normal, and even if todo is an oblivious bb, if he happens to come across someone look at you the way only he can look at you?

its over lol burn down the mall

what was SUPPOSED a lil intimate lunchtime behind the mall in a more empty area turns into spicy todo

Sighing as he shifted on the bench, phone in hand as he prepared to text his fashionably late girlfriend, Shoto realized someone was approaching him, a white dress spotted with pink flowers filled his vision and his brows furrowed. Shoto opened his mouth to speak to the stranger, looking up only to realize it was no stranger.

It was his fashionably late girlfriend. 

Shoto couldn’t help but straighten his back at the sight of her, mouth gaping open as he eyed her appearance. This was... abnormal. He rarely took note of her outfits, however he’d never seen so much bare skin, that much he knew. 

Y/N simply pressed a kiss to his cheek, as though nothing was amiss, she began to speak of the difficulty she experienced on the way to the mall. Shoto failed to pay attention though, his eyes lingering on her upper body as he nodded along in the midst of his shock.

“Anyways, would you mind if we ate first?” The breeze blew her hair slightly, and Y/N basked in the sun, “maybe we could eat outside.” She suggested.

Snapping out of his trance, Shoto nodded rapidly, “of course, love.” 

Y/N beamed at him, extending a hand for him, which he accepted, pressing a kiss to it before sitting up. 

This was also... abnormal. Shoto never deprived her of affection, but in public it was rare for him to kiss her and he just- Y/N tried to shake herself of these thoughts, but couldn’t help the warmth that she felt spread across her cheeks as they began to head inside the mall. When they made it to the food court Y/N selected a soba place, bringing a smile onto Shoto’s face, though when she tried to pay, Shoto had already been tipping the person at the cashier $100. 

As Y/N had previously suggested, the two made their way outside, and as Shoto suggested, they found a more desolate space to enjoy their food. They had ended up behind the mall in a small, unbothered, field. He’d stopped by a store to purchase and blanket, and Y/N couldn’t help but get excited at the concept of a makeshift picnic. The pair sat down on the blanket, placing the bag of food down. 

Shoto couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto his face as he looked at her, “you look beautiful.” He complimented, crossing his legs.

Y/N beamed up at him, “thank you, Shoto.” She leaned forwards, on her hands and knees as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Shoto pulls away momentarily,  only for his hands to find their way onto her face, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away, Y/N raises a brow, “you’re awfully affectionate today.” She points out, moving to sit down closer to him as she brings a hand to play with his hair.

“Well, I want to touch you.” Comes his response, and in that moment Y/N contemplates cursing Shoto out for his bluntness, though she’s distracted when one of his hands comes to her thigh, “may I?”

Oh god.

Y/N nods, enjoying this side of Shoto as he brings his other hand under her other thigh, pulling her into his lap before pressing another kiss to her lips. Shoto sighs contentedly at this, and Y/N’s hand remains in his hair, tugging gently at the bicolored locks. Meanwhile, his hands wander her body in wonder as he breaks the kiss to place his lips on her neck. Y/N can’t help but lean her neck further back. 

“Happy?” She mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

Shoto looks up at her to respond, “very.”

A/N: this is my favorite thing it was literally so fun to write omg

[tender-rosiey]

Hey there! ❤️ First of all, I’n in LOVE with your works, like literally. They are all so beautiful.

I wanted to request HCs for Dazai and Kunikida who have a chubby fem!s/o and they comfort her for her insecurities <3 (If you’re uncomfortable with this, it’s totally OK 💕)

❥ Dazai and Kunikida with an insecure chubby!s/o

ᴀ/ɴ: heyo, sweetie! Its an honor to know that you like my work, dear; thank you a lot and i hope you enjoy this as well 💕 my apologizes that it’s late, and sorry guys for being inactive lately, hopefully this makes up for it 💘

DAZAI OSAMU:

The great dazai osamu has canonically said that he loves all women so rejoice cuties

It doesn’t matter what size, color or anything; he will love you with all his heart <3

Now he tries his best to make sure you know d a m n well that he loves you and that your appearance is beautiful to him

“Belladonna, you are an absolute gorgeous angel (spawn of satan if you are a trouble maker you disobedient human) and you have to know that I wholeheartedly adore and cherish; you are beautiful inside out!”

He will kiss literally all over your body and mutter compliments after each kiss

“You are gorgeous.”

“Beautiful.”

“Mesmerizing.”

“Absolutely breathtaking.”

“These parts of yourself that you see as flaws are treasures to me.”

Dazai will not hesitate to write a diss track to a bitch for your sake

So when this one dumbass from many dumbasses comes up and body-shames you

Dazai is already throwing roasts and comebacks that brought the person to t e a r s

“You remind me of my trauma and it isn’t pretty so if you could please, take yourself out of the door the way my childhood innocence once did that would be delightful.”

“Osamu are you okay?—“

“Yes, my love.”

Okay on a more serious note

He will glare at them and like go with the usual approach with them that consists of that suspicious cheerful attitude of his then proceed to give him a piece of his mind

You know, Dazai will never ask you to change

He will support you no matter what

So like let’s say you are on a diet, and you are determined to lose weight

He will be there to support you and cheer you up

“GOOD JOB MY LOVE! YOU ARE DOING GREAT!”

But will still remind you that you don’t need to if you don’t want to

He will get worried sometimes if your weight affects your health negatively

Though, you know your body more than he could, right?

He will always hype you regardless of anything

Also he loves cuddling with you and like nuzzling to you and never letting go

WAIT OH YEAH

If he ever catches you judging yourself in the mirror then he will either just hug you from behind and pepper your neck with kisses with many lines reassurance in between

Or he will throw the mirror out of the window

Yeah, there is no in between

SHIT

IT HIT CHUUYA ON THE HEAD

KUNIKIDA DOPPO:

KUNIKIDA MY UNDERRATED MAN 🥺

Btw I started playing Tears of Themis

That game is wonderful and the men are immaculate

Anyways

I think Kunikida would love a chubby lover

Don’t ask why

it’s just a feeling

I am really suffering from the worst writer’s block right now 🤡

Anyways headcanon that he is mostly oblivious to hints of how to be r o m a n t i c

So I don’t think cuddling is quite often, though I believe that he loves hugs like ALOT

Cause like they give this wonderful sense of comfort and reassurance, especially when it comes from you

He does occasionally remind you when he notices you staring too long into the mirror with a pretty gloomy expression that you are perfect to him and that he won’t change a thing about you

Doesn’t break anything though (￣▽￣;)

“You are perfect to me, I never thought of you as something less than that.”

I believe that kunikida is quiet the gentle lover despite what he does to um

That thing head first in the trash that atsushi calls his mentor

To support my claim, I can see him just stroking your hair and rubbing your back comfortingly as he assures you how much he loves you for yourself as a person

Now, let’s say there is an obnoxious excuse of a human that dares to say something negative about your body

Kunikida’s glare is scary

To be honest, I don’t think anyone would like to be on the receiving end

And so, in addition to that glare of his, he will insult them respectfully

Like the following:

“With all due respect, I don’t think you are in a place to talk; in addition, she is a wonderful looking person and at least doesn’t reek of filth and alcohol.”

wItH aLl DuE rEsPeCt

So ye

Most of the time, his aura is quite intimidating so the majority of people avoid insulting him or who he companies

Once again, if he also sees that your weight is affecting your health and damaging it, then he will cautiously bring up the topic

He doesn’t want to hurt you but he doesn’t want to see you struggle with anything

If you feel comfortable with how you are then he won’t talk about it anymore

Kunikida will still be by your side and support you through whatever choice you choose

He will hype you very very v e r y

✨𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑇𝐿𝑌✨

“You look great today.”

“The outfit compliments your body well.”

“It suits you, so don’t fret about it; I would never lie to you.”

He empathizes with how you feel, and is always by your side to reassure you; he knows how the mind can be a nightmare for its owner

THEREFORE HE IS ALWAYS THERE AND IF YOU ever EVER THINK HE WILL LET YOU FORGET HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU THEN YOU ARE WRONG

sorry I got carried away

also guess who managed to spill hot coffee on her hands

Me 😌

ANYWAYS BYE

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Reader's relationship with Draken

Summary: Continued headcanons for Medic!Reader but this time centred around Draken. Tried to keep Gender Neutral pronouns. Totally didn't accidentally turn into headcanons for the whole of Toman, I have no idea what you're talking about...

Relationship: Platonic

Other Links: (Original Post) (Mikey) (Baji) (Emma) (Mitsuya)

My lord,

Give this poor man a break

He's already got Mikey's shenanigans

Now add yours?

This poor, poor man

That said

There is a kind of unspoken agreement between the two of you

Mikey comes first

Then the others & Toman

And then yourselves

Would totally make a kickass team

Because he's strong as hell

And you're fast and lithe

But it's not just that

And it's not just the fact that you both share the same goal of helping Mikey achieve his dream

You both have the exact same mind, the exact same level of thinking

And, when you're both in the zone, your minds are working together on an almost telepathic level

Sometimes, you don't even have to look at each other

You just

k n o w

that this is where the other person is going to be

and you trust the other person will be there to back you up

But that's only when you're really in the zone

And you rarely fight anyway

If you're not fighting

It's utter chaos

Like that one time Mikey dragged you into playing Just Dance

Total disaster

Couldn't pull it together

Don't even want to mention it

But Baji totally has a recording of the two of you on his phone for blackmail

You're still trying to get rid of it

It's no lie that you're a huge shipper

No one is safe

So when you learn about that fact that Emma and Draken have a thing for each other?????

It is

GAME ON

M O T H E R F U C K E R S

You are

c o n s t a n t l y

trying to get the two of them together

Leaving them in the same room together

Inviting the two of them out and then suddenly ditching the last second

so you can spy on them

ARGHHGHGHGFDHSJFHDS

The two of them are driving you

o f f t h e d e e p e n d

But it's fine because you know that someday they'll end up together

And when they do,

you can finally,

f i n a l l y

tell them

"I told you so"

He definitely comes to you if he needs advice

Especially when it comes to Emma

Because, don't even lie, you and Emma would be best buds

He tries to ask in a round-about way without revealing his feelings like,

"hypothetically, if one were to like a girl,,,"

"..."

"... what flowers would they get for their birthday?"

"hypothetically, of course..."

"that's right. hypothetically."

"... depends on the girl."

"right, of course... hypothetically. um- if the girl were say- um..."

"Emma likes roses you dolt."

"Thank you for the hypothetical solution."

Then the conversation would die as Draken veers into the closest flower shop

s i g h

PULL IT TOGETHER SHE OBVIOUSLY LIKES YOU

D A M N I T T T T T T T

anywho,

You two would take turns caring for Mikey

Dragging him from place to place

You obviously patch him up whenever he's injured, which is rare because he's such a great fighter

But anyway

Whenever Mikey and Draken have a fight

You go to Draken first because he's more likely to give a logical reason for the argument as you patch him up

Then you go to Mikey and patch him up whilst getting the slightly more overexaggerated version

In the end, after fixing them both up

You force them to face one another and apologise

They would be totally lost without you

Almost the entirety of Toman has your number

So whenever you get a call from someone you don't totally recognise, you just instantly know and you open up the phone with a

"What did those two idiots do this time?"

Whether your referring to Mikey and Draken or Baji and Smiley depends on what the person says next

"Yeah, they're fighting again. They're outside that tokoyaki place."

s i g h

"I'm on my way."

You're the last and only line of defence for Toman

Even Mitsuya has to rely on you sometimes

Sheesh

They're a real handful

But you love them

And at the end of the day

There's no one else you'd rather spend your time patching up

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voices | choi beomgyu [f] soulmates! au, 14.2k words

s u m m a r y : after seeing your soulmate for the first time (whether in passing or by actually meeting them), you are able to hear their voice in your head—but only when they are singing. you have never been very interested in finding love, and choi beomgyu has lost all interest in singing. what happens when the two of you begin to change one another’s minds about the things you wish to avoid more than anything else?

c o n t e n t s : soulmates au, strangers to sorta enemies to lovers, guitarist! gyu, freckle gyu, college au, yeonjun is your best friend, gyu is a brat but a cute brat, very fluffy, a tiny bit of light angst

t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld @chanluster @honeyju​ @magicalstellar @yeonjuniper​ (if you’d like to be added to the taglist for future oneshots, please let me know!)

n o t e : this was requested by my dear friend alice, and i hope i did the request justice! the lyrics used in the oneshot are from genius’ english translation of “runaway.” i hope you guys enjoy the oneshot, and do kindly leave a like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed it! that would mean the world!

YOU MET CHOI BEOMGYU THE DAY YOU SWORE TO NEVER FALL IN LOVE.

 As dramatic as it sounded, the day hadn’t been quite so terrible. You were sitting cross-legged in the floor of one of the many practice rooms in your university’s music department with a bag of popcorn in your lap, your head leaned back against the wall as you stifled back a yawn. Your best friend, Yeonjun, was going on and on about his most recent breakup, but the story was so similar to all the other breakups he had gone through in the past two years that you were having a difficult time staying focused. The afternoon sunlight trickled in through the windows, reflecting off the symbols of the drum set that rested in the far corner. You scooted to the side a bit so that the light wouldn’t shine in your eyes anymore as Yeonjun paced back and forth in front of you.

 “And then she just stopped talking to me,” He said, running his hands through his hair. “Out of nowhere too! Things had been going so well, but then it was weird. Next thing I know, she’s breaking up with me—get this—over text.”

 You tossed a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Tragic.”

 “I know you’re being sarcastic, but yes, it was tragic.” He finally stopped pacing and collapsed to the ground beside of you, leaning his head against your shoulder. “Love is so hard. You meet someone, you think it’s going to work and that you’ll spend a long, happy life together. Next thing you know, you’re single and stuck with your best friend in a stinky music room, waiting for some club meeting to start—or whatever it is we’re in here for.”

 “We’re here because we are in charge of organizing the music and theater departments’ performance at the open house next month,” You corrected, flicking his forehead. “And didn’t you only date this girl for like, a week?”

 He sighed, sitting up to glare at you. “Love knows not the boundaries of time, my dear friend. You’ll understand once you find it for yourself.”

 “Calm down, Shakespeare. I am not falling in love.”

 “Unfortunately for you, I don’t think you have any control over that,” He said with a teasing smile. “But why wouldn’t you want to?”

 You scoffed, turning to stare at him. “Well, for starters, you haven’t exactly given me a good idea of what ‘love’ is supposed to be, seeing as you’re crying about another ‘true-love-gone-wrong’ every three weeks. Why on earth would I want that for myself?”

 “Hey, love is different for everyone,” He said. “Just because my love life is vibrant and exciting and full of various names and faces doesn’t mean the same will happen for you.”

 “How do you predict my love life will go, then?”

 He hummed, tapping his finger against his chin in thought. “Well, you’re pretty boring, so you’ll probably be the kind of person that waits until they find their soulmate, then you’ll settle down and live a long, safe and uneventful life with them.”

 “Shut up,” you said as you shoved him, but you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of you. “I think my soulmate is out of the question, though.”

 Yeonjun frowned. “You still haven’t heard him since back then?”

 You sighed, shaking your head as you leaned back against the wall. “Not a thing.”

 It was quiet then as the two of you thought about what this meant. It wasn’t the first time you had been faced with the reality of your situation, but it still felt like a punch to the stomach every time.

 In a world where people waited years, decades even, to hear the voice of their soulmate singing in their head, you had been considered extremely lucky to have heard the gentle voice of a boy in your mind at the age of thirteen. You knew that you had to have met him somewhere—at least in passing—in order to hear him, but you had no clue who he was.

 Yet, in a way, it felt like you did. He sang often—so often you wondered if singing was as necessary as breathing to him. It wasn’t a bother to you though; in fact, it was quite the opposite. The songs he sang always told a story; some spoke of love and joy, others off loss and heartache. You felt like each song he sang held a piece of him, and that piece was something that was shared just between the two of you.

 Until his voice was gone.

 It was rare for him to go a day without singing. Yet suddenly, in your sophomore year of college, days and weeks went by without a single note, and you had yet to hear his voice since.

 Your soulmate had stopped singing, and it was difficult to not imagine that the worst had happened.

 Yeonjun must have noticed the solemn look that came over your face, because he leaned over and gave your shoulder a squeeze. “Don’t be so gloomy,” he said. “He could still be out there.”

 You smiled the best you could, although the pit in your stomach remained. “Yeah, I guess he could.” You tossed the popcorn to Yeonjun and stood to your feet, wiping the crumbs from your hands. “Wait here, okay? The other guy that’s supposed to be helping us is—” You paused to glance at the time on your phone, “—ten minutes late. I’m gonna make sure he knows where to come or see if he’s lost or something.”

 Yeonjun nodded, helping himself to what was left of your snack. “Who is the other guy, anyway?”

 You sighed, picking up the piece of paper that the department head gave to you when she asked you to organize the showcase, claiming that it would be a great deal of experience for you to acquire in your senior year of university.

 You were mostly doing it for the extra credit points.

 You began to read the names of the seniors that were in charge of organizing the project listed at the top of the paper. “From the drama department, Choi Yeonjun and Kang Taehyun.”

 “Taehyun had an appointment,” Yeonjun said through a mouthful of popcorn. “He’ll be here tomorrow.”

 You nodded, tracing your finger along the page, stopping beneath the next pair of names. “From the music department, Y/N and Choi Beomgyu.” You looked up from the paper, tapping your forefinger against your chin. “Choi Beomgyu? Do you know him?”

 Yeonjun pondered for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Ah—that guy!” You weren’t surprised; Yeonjun seemed to know everyone in the performing arts programs at your school. “He’s one of the top guitar students, if I’m remembering correctly. Have you not heard of him?”

 You shook your head, looking back down at his name. Choi Beomgyu. It did sound familiar, but no images or information came along with the words printed on the page. It was nothing more than a tugging feeling in your stomach that made you feel like you knew him from somewhere.

 You began walking towards the door, still staring down at the paper. Just as the tips of your fingers brushed across the metal handle, the door swung open, and you barely had time to glance up and see a head of fluffy black hair and big brown eyes before the door crashed into your forehead so hard you fell backwards to the tile floor.

 With a hiss, you brought your hand up to your forehead, relieved to find a lack of blood there. Your eyes were blurred with tears, but through the fog you were able to see the same round doe eyes you had caught a glimpse of before you hit the ground.

 “Are you okay?” It was a guy’s voice, clear and ringing in your ears. You rubbed your eyes to clear some of the moisture and were then able to get a better look at the boy in front of you. Curly black bangs hung over his brows, brushing just over the tops of his wide chocolate eyes. His sun-kissed skin was sprinkled with a light spatter of freckles across his nose and lightly flushed cheeks.

 You blinked several times before responding. “Y-yeah, I’m okay.” You accepted his hand when he offered to help you stand back up, and soon, you were on your feet once more.

 “Sorry about that,” he said, brushing a hand through his already tousled hair. He leaned forward a bit, tapping his finger against your forehead. “Just got a tiny bump, though. You’ll be okay.”

 You backed away from his touch, but he didn’t seem to notice as he had caught sight of Yeonjun. Your best friend was quite literally on the edge of his seat, perched on the ledge of the desk while shoveling the last crumbs of popcorn into his mouth as if this were some movie unfolding before his eyes. If you had been close enough, you would have hit him.

 “Yeonjun?” Door Boy’s face lit up, and he strode over to give your pink-haired friend a high five. “I haven’t seen you in ages!”

 “Hey, man,” Yeonjun said with a grin, ruffling Door Boy’s curly hair with his fingers. “I know, it’s been way too long.”

 “I’m sorry, who’s this?” You asked, still a bit dazed from your unexpected collision with the door.

 Yeonjun looked back at you, gesturing to the newcomer. “Oh, this is—”

 “Choi Beomgyu,” he finished the introduction himself, giving you an overdramatic bow as he said his name. “And you must be Y/N?”

 Things were beginning to click together in your head: Door Boy was Choi Beomgyu. In other words, Door Boy was your assigned partner—the one you would be spending the next four weeks trying to plan a performance with.

 For some reason, the fact that you had met one another by him slamming a door into your face didn’t leave the best feeling in your chest.

 “I look forward to working with you, Y/N.” He gave you a big, lopsided grin, one that any other person would likely find heartwarming.

 You forced a smile in return, rubbing your hand across the bump on your forehead. “Same here, Choi Beomgyu.”

 -

 PERHAPS IT HAD A BIT TO DO WITH HOW POORLY YOUR FIRST MEETING WENT, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT BEOMGYU REALLY GOT UNDER YOUR SKIN.

 The day after you had first met one another, Yeonjun had asked everyone to meet up in the coffee shop inside the campus library. This time, Taehyun from the drama department was also able to be there. You had gotten to know him pretty well over the past four years because of how close he and Yeonjun had become, so the three of you hung out often.

 In fact, for the first fifteen minutes of the meeting, it was just the three of you sitting there. You pushed your tongue against the inside of your cheek in agitation before taking another sip of your coffee. “Does this Beomgyu guy have a thing for being late?”

 “Relax, Y/N,” Yeonjun said absently from across the table, his attention focused primarily on his cell phone screen. “Not everyone’s a time freak like you.”

 “Time freak—What does that even mean?” You crumpled up the wrapper from Taehyun’s straw and threw it at Yeonjun. “Unlike you, I actually care about getting these extra credit points and would like to organize this event properly.”

 “Hey! I care!” Yeonjun placed a hand over his heart, as though he had been wounded.

 You and Taehyun exchanged a side glance with one another, eyebrows raised.

“Stop looking at each other like that! I do care!”

 Before the point could be argued any further, a messy-haired boy crashed into the seat beside of you, out of breath, his backpack falling from his shoulder and onto the ground from the impact. You stared at him for a moment before realizing that it was Beomgyu.

 “Sorry—I’m late,” he said in between deep breaths. “On my way here—saw one of the campus cats—got distracted.”

 You stared at him again, almost laughing at how ridiculous of an excuse that was. However, considering what little you knew of Beomgyu, the thought of him being fifteen minutes late to a meeting because he got distracted by a cat didn’t seem all that unlikely. With a sigh, you slid a blank piece of notebook paper towards him and set a pen on top of it. “It’s all good. Mind taking notes?”

 He nodded—a bit too enthusiastically, if you were to say so yourself. “Sure. Can I grab a coffee real quick?”

 You were about to suggest that he should wait until after the meeting, since the three of you had been there for such a long time already, but Taehyun chimed in before you could say anything with, “Of course. We’ve got nowhere else to be.”

 It took everything within you to not roll your eyes. You were usually on the same page as Taehyun, but of course, this situation had to be an exception, because Choi Beomgyu was there.

 The slacker was rummaging around his backpack, searching for something. He pouted, looking up from his bag. “I forgot my wallet.”

 “No worries! Y/N doesn’t eat breakfast, so she always has an extra swipe on her meal card,” Yeonjun said from across the table. Your mouth fell open, eyes wide as saucers. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind letting you use it. Right, Y/N?”

 You weren’t quite sure that you did want Beomgyu to use your meal card, but what kind of jerk would you be if you said no? With gritted teeth and a glare at your best friend, you fished your meal card out of your wallet and placed it into Beomgyu’s open palm.

 The pout left his lips instantly, a big grin taking its place. “Thanks. I’ll return the favor sometime soon.”

 Doubt it, you thought, watching him rush towards the counter to order. You’ll probably forget you said that by the time you get your drink.

 Soon he was back at the table, caramel latte in hand, your meal card back in your possession. You cleared your throat, shifting in your seat. “If everyone’s ready, we can go ahead and get started. I met with my professor yesterday—she’s also the head of the classical music department. She’s technically our ‘overseer,’ but all the responsibility of planning the performance is on us. We’ll only have about forty minutes total to showcase the drama and music departments, so we need to choose our sets wisely.”

 “Yeonjun and I were talking a bit about this earlier,” Taehyun said. “We’ve been preparing for our winter show since the beginning of the summer, so we figured we could just perform a scene from the play.”

 You nodded, liking the idea. “That sounds perfect. What’s the play?”

 “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

 “Right, I knew that. Could you guys work on finding a scene around ten or fifteen minutes long to perform for the open house, then?”

 Yeonjun and Taehyun both nodded. You smiled, glad that you were finally starting to get some things together for the event.

 When you glanced at Beomgyu to make sure he had written that down, the smile left as quickly as it had come when you saw that he was doodling tiny flowers and hearts all over the page rather than taking notes.

 He must have felt your eyes on him, because he glanced up and caught your gaze. Seemingly unbothered, he simply smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I was just about to write it down.”

 Your fingers itched to reach over and take the pen and paper from him so you could just do it yourself, but you kept your composure. “Beomgyu. Any ideas for what the music department could do?”

 He finished writing down Drama Department—Scene from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” before looking at you again. He shrugged, another nonchalant smile spreading across his face. “Not really. I’m down for whatever it is you decide to do.”

 “Wow, helpful. Truly.” Your eyes went wide when you realized you had said those words out loud after Yeonjun and Taehyun began to snicker beside you. Your face flushed with embarrassment, but Beomgyu seemed unphased, that careless lopsided grin of his still on full display.

 You sighed, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Well, I was thinking about having the orchestra do a piece, and then having one of the student bands do a piece. That way we have something classical and something more contemporary. Thoughts?”

 “I think that’s a good idea,” Taehyun said. “If we do our scene first, the orchestra could kind of act as a bridge between Shakespeare and more modern art.”

 “I agree,” Yeonjun said. “And since Y/N is in the orchestra, she can get in touch with the director and have them prepare something. Oh, and Beomgyu!” The curly-haired boy looked up from his doodling when his name was called. “You know a few different bands, right? Think you could piece together a group of performers?”

 “Definitely,” Beomgyu said. When he noticed your eyes on him, he quickly scribbled down Orchestra—Y/N. Band—Beomgyu Me.

 “Well, since we all have our first tasks, I guess that’s all for today.” You were happy that the meeting was over; you were ready to get back to your dorm so you could get to work and actually get things done.

 “Wait!” Beomgyu said as you stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

 Now you have something to say. You raised a brow at him expectantly.

 “We should exchange phone numbers, right?” He smiled, standing up and holding his phone out towards you. “I have the others’ numbers, but I figure I should be able to contact my partner from the music department.”

 You hesitated, but knew there was no logical reason why you shouldn’t give him your number. You were going to be working together for the next several weeks, after all.

 After putting your number in, he took his phone back and grinned at you again, eyes scrunching up into crescent moons. “Perfect! I’ll try not to bother you too much, but I make no promises.” He reached forward and ruffled your hair, and you were too caught off guard by the sudden touch to back away, or to even react at all. He then waved at all three of you, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. “See you guys tomorrow then.” He turned towards you again, throwing you a casual wink that still managed to have you flustered. “I’ll be in touch, partner.”

 You turned to watch him leave, face warm as you brushed through your hair with your fingers, trying to undo the damage your “partner” had done.

 Something told you that he wouldn’t be keeping his promise about trying not to bother you anytime soon.

 -

 OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, BEOMGYU PROVED HIMSELF TO BE ONE OF THE MOST BOTHERSOME PEOPLE YOU HAD COME ACROSS IN A LONG, LONG TIME.

 The worst part was the fact that he didn’t do anything blatantly wrong. He did everything he was asked to do when it came to preparing for the showcase. The first week of work consisted of the two of you gathering all the students who would be participating in the performances, along with Yeonjun and Taehyun preparing those from the drama department. Beomgyu performed all of his tasks just as he was asked to do, so it wasn’t as if he was bothering you by being unhelpful.

 It was just something about the way he held himself that seemed to get under your skin for no apparent reason.

 For the past week, your “partner” had basically been a tagalong—he would stand beside of you and do what he was asked without contributing much to the creative process of planning. You found it hard to criticize him up front, as he just did as he was told.

 However, that was all he did. When the four of you would all sit down together to discuss plans or ideas, Beomgyu’s role never changed: he would sit beside all of you, jot down anything you told him to in his nearly-full composition notebook, and crack an occasional joke that would always send Yeonjun and Taehyun into fits of laughter, but only earned a stiff, forced smile from you.

 You were starting to wonder why your professor had assigned him to your team. After all, putting on this open house was your last shot at making a lasting impression on the higher ups in your department. Everything needed to be perfect; mediocracy was not an option.

 In other words, Choi Beomgyu needed to step up his game, and he needed to do it quickly.

 You thought about this on the day of your first rehearsal, where all of the students who would be participating in the performances had gathered in the main auditorium of the music building.

 Drama students were scattered in all directions, occupying the space around them with dramatic line readings and critiques for their classmates as they practiced their roles. Yeonjun and Taehyun were busy taking charge of the drama students, making sure everything was running smoothly amongst them. You watched as Kai, one of the freshman students Yeonjun had taken under his wing, followed your friends around like a baby penguin waddling after its parents, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

 Music students were spread across the stage, the orchestra setting up instruments and covering stands with sheets filled by notes and lyrics while the band tuned their guitars and plugged up their mics. Soobin, a tall, blue-haired student from the same year as you, waved at you from stage with his mic in hand. You waved back, happy that you had been able to snag him as the main vocalist for the band’s performance—his voice was angelic, able to captivate any listener.

 “Hey.” You turned at the sound of the voice you had begun to grow quite accustomed to, whether that was for better or for worse. Beomgyu was standing beside of you, brushing a hand through the curly black bangs that hung just above his eyes. The tip of his nose was flushed pink, a sign that he had likely just been out in the biting cold that had begun to creep up as fall quickly approached. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and his guitar case held in one hand.

 “Running a little late, aren’t we?” You asked, glancing at the time on your phone with no attempt at hiding your frown. “Is this going to be a trend with you, Choi Beomgyu?”

 He laughed, nudging his shoulder against yours. You wanted to be more irritated with him than you were, but he had the kind of laugh that put everyone around him at ease; the kind of laugh that filled one’s chest with warmth, as if you had been directly touched by a ray of sunlight reaching down from the sky.

 So you settled with being only slightly irritated, pursing your lips to keep your expression in check as he responded with, “What fun would it be if everyone was on time?”

 “It’s not about fun, it’s about making sure this whole thing runs smoothly,” you said as you turned to face him. “Speaking of which, since you didn’t have any suggestions, I went ahead and helped the band choose a setlist. They’ll only have time for two songs, but the ones I picked are really diverse and should be—”

 “Ah!” He cut you off, snapping his fingers in front of your face, causing you to flinch back in surprise. “I knew there was something I forgot to tell you.”

 “What?”

 He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning as he shifted a bit closer to you. You could smell his cologne—a misty citrus scent that was so light you could barely tell it was there. “Well, it’s kind of embarrassing, but the professor actually wanted the band to perform one of the songs I wrote. If that’s okay with you, of course—you’re the boss, after all.”

 “You—you write songs?” You asked, trying not to get irritated at the sudden disruption of what you had planned. He had been complacent this entire time, so of course, the time he actually had something to contribute, he would be messing up what you had already set in place.

 “Well, if it’s a suggestion from the professor, I can’t just deny you permission, can I?” You said with a forced laugh. “Do you have the—”

 “Sheet music?” He finished your sentence, shaking a stack of papers in front of you. “Right here, partner. Want me to go tell the band?”

 You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Sure. Just tell them to switch the second song I had picked out with this one.”

 He smiled at you again, ruffling your hair with the same hand he held the papers in. “You’re a saint. I’ll talk to you in a bit then?”

 You had no time to respond before he was setting off towards the stage to talk to the band, papers and guitar in hand. You huffed through pursed lips, mumbling under your breath as you tried to put your hair back in place.

 “What was that all about?” You dropped your hands to your sides when Yeonjun approached you, eyebrow quirked. Half of his cotton-candy colored hair was pulled into a ponytail, and he had on a pair of big round glasses with what you knew to be fake lenses—a fashion statement rather than a necessity.

 “I don’t think Beomgyu knows much about personal boundaries or personal responsibility,” you mumbled, allowing Yeonjun to come up and finish fixing your hair with his fingers. “He decided to just now tell me that our professor wanted the band to use one of his songs in the performance.”

 “What’s wrong with that?”

 “Nothing’s wrong with it, I just—” You hesitated, unsure of how to respond without sounding like a jerk. “I just wish he would have told me about it sooner. That’s all.”

 “Y/N, you need to cut the guy some slack,” Yeonjun said, stepping back once he was finished fixing up your hair. “You act as though you have a personal vendetta against him or something.”

 “I do not,” You argued, feeling you defenses flare up at his words. “Why would you say that?”

 “I don’t know, maybe because every time he walks in the room you start to grimace, and every time he talks to you I can literally feel the amount of energy it takes for you to not roll your eyes.”

 “You’re exaggerating.”

 “If you say so.” He put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a stern look that did, in fact, make you roll your eyes. “Give him a chance, Y/N. You may end up liking him more than you’d expect.”

 You scoffed as your best friend walked away from you, returning to work on his previous tasks with Taehyun. A vendetta? Was it really that obvious to the people around you that Beomgyu got under your skin?

 Perhaps Yeonjun was right—you did have a tendency to be extra sensitive when it came to your academic responsibilities. Maybe you were being too hard on Beomgyu; his goal was the same as yours, even if his methods differed drastically from yours.

 You looked up to the stage to see Beomgyu laughing as he said something to Soobin, the rest of the band analyzing the sheets of music in their hands—Beomgyu’s song, if you had to guess. His skin glowed like honey beneath the stage lights, and you noticed that when he laughed, he laughed with his entire body; his eyes disappeared into crescents, his shoulders shook, he clapped his hands together and even stomped his feet a bit. You smiled slightly at the sight, before a pang of guilt hit you.

 He did seem like a nice guy. It was time you gave him a chance to be seen as such in your eyes.

 -

 ANY PATIENCE YOU HAD DESPERATELY TRIED TO HOLD WITH BEOMGYU WAS WEARING THIN, AND IT HAD ONLY BEEN AN HOUR SINCE YOU DECIDED TO GIVE HIM A CHANCE.

 You had both stayed behind with Yeonjun and Taehyun to clean up the auditorium after the practice. “I think that we’re done, don’t you?” You asked everyone after picking up a few discarded sheets of paper left behind by the drama students.

 “Almost,” Beomgyu said from the stage. You looked up at him to see him pointing at two large music stands left behind by the orchestra. “Someone left these behind.”

 “Can’t we just leave them there?” Yeonjun asked.

 Taehyun shook his head. “No, we were given specific instructions to not leave anything behind.” He glanced at his phone. “They’re about to close the building for the night, so we should hurry and put them up.”

 “I know which room they came from, so I can take them back,” Beomgyu offered.

 “They’re pretty heavy, Beomgyu. Are you sure you can carry them on your own?” Taehyun asked.

 “Yeah, it’s fine—”

 “No, no, someone should definitely help you. You have to carry your guitar too,” Yeonjun interjected, a mischievous glint in your eyes that sent sirens blaring in your head. The feelings of disdain only grew when Yeonjun made eye contact with you directly, seeming to give you a sweet smile, but you knew the expression was laced with ulterior motives. “Y/N, why don’t you carry one while Beomgyu carries the other?”

 You wanted to smack him, but that wouldn’t have been a good look for you, considering that everyone already thought you hated Beomgyu anyways. You glanced up at him on the stage to see that he had already picked one of the stands up, his guitar in the other hand.  He gave you a big grin, eyes sparkling like freshly fallen snow. “What do you say, partner? Care to give me a hand?”

 You pushed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, knowing that there was no way you were getting out of this one. “Sure,” You said through your teeth, glaring daggers at Yeonjun before making your way up the steps to the stage. The music stand wasn’t too heavy, so you almost dared to ask Beomgyu to try carrying them both in one hand, but decided against it.

 “We’ll go ahead and leave then,” Yeonjun said, throwing a taunting wink your way. “You two have fun.”

 You hate to bite your tongue to keep from cursing at him as Yeonjun and Taehyun left the auditorium, leaving you alone with Beomgyu for the first time. You glanced his way, noticing that he already had his eyes on you. Instead of averting his gaze when yours met his, he just smiled wider, gesturing towards the door with his head. “Shall we?”

 You forced another smile. “Lead the way, partner.”

 You followed him out the doors and up the stairs to the first floor, where the orchestra’s practice room was located. You were very familiar with the area, being a violinist yourself. When the two of you reached the room, you rushed forward to open the door, as Beomgyu’s hands were full. He thanked you and stepped inside first, and you followed suit, letting the heavy door swing shut behind you.

 “Where should we set them?” He asked.

 You nodded to the far corner of the room. “Over there.”

 The two of you set the stands down, and you instantly turned back towards the door, ready to get back to your dorm for some alone time after such a taxing day.

 “In a rush?” Beomgyu asked from behind you.

 You turned to look over your shoulder at him as your hand grasped the doorknob. “Nah, just tired. Aren’t you?”

 He shrugged, shifting his guitar case from one hand to the other. “Not really.”

 “Lucky you,” You mumbled, turning back towards the door. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow—”

 You stopped mid-sentence, heart dropping to your toes. When you tried to turn the knob, it wouldn’t move. After a moment of shock, you tried again, and then again, violently shaking the knob, trying to get the door to open.

 “No, no, no,” You said, shaking the handle desperately. “Come on, this can’t be happening!”

 “What is it?” Beomgyu asked, setting his guitar on the floor before rushing to your side.

 “The door won’t open.” You shook the knob more frantically than ever, the entire door shaking from the force.

 “Woah, easy there, partner,” Beomgyu said, gently placing his hand on your arm. “Why don’t you let me try to—”

 “What exactly do you think you’re going to be able to do differently?” You snapped, snatching your arm away from him. His mouth hung open, eyes wide with what you assumed to be shock. “We’re stuck in here, Beomgyu. We’re stuck, and we’re not going to get out for god knows how long, and with you as my ‘partner,’ I’m one hundred percent certain we’re not going to be able to find a way out of here on our own.”

 You could tell that your words struck a nerve with him by the way his shoulders tensed and how his eyes went narrow. Looking back, you wished you could reel the words back in, but they had already done their damage.

 “Why do you hate me so much?” He asked, his voice low and thick with irritation.

 It was your turn to be shocked. “What?”

 “I said, why do you hate me so much?”

 You blinked rapidly, feeling exposed and vulnerable now that he was confronting you. “I don’t—I don’t hate you, Beomgyu.”

 He scoffed, pulling his bottom lip under his teeth. “Come on, I’m not that much of an idiot. This entire time, from the moment we first met, you’ve been cold and snippy with me. You can barely hide how much you dislike me with your facial expressions. I thought maybe we just got off on the wrong foot, so I’ve been brushing it off and treating you kindly. But you still treat me like I’m some annoying fly that you can’t quite get rid of, and I want to know why.”

 “That’s not—I don’t hate you,” You repeated, jumbling your words together as you struggled to figure out what to say.

 “Well, what’s the issue then?”

 “You don’t take anything seriously!” Your voice wasn’t quite a shout, but it was almost there. Beomgyu took a step back, arms dropping to his sides.

 “You’re treating this entire thing like it’s an elementary school play,” You continued, your voice getting louder and your words coming out more and more rushed the more you spoke. “You don’t contribute in the meetings, you show up late, and you barely do the things I ask you to do. I understand it may not be anything special to you, but this is my last chance to do something memorable here. I’m graduating in the spring, and up until this point, I’ve been nothing but another violinist tossed in the orchestra. I don’t stand out to my professors, or to scouts, to anyone.”

 Hot tears began to well in the corners of your eyes as thoughts of your mother surfaced. Every word she had ever said about your pursuit of music being a waste of time, of how little a chance you had of making it, how your only hope was to stand out in the department, which, of course, she highly doubted you would be capable of doing.

 “I have to do this, and I have to do it right.” Your voice wavered as you swiped at your cheeks, where a few tears had fallen. “If I don’t, then I’ll—I’ll—”

 “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Beomgyu’s voice was gentle, in stark contrast to the razor-sharp tone he had held just seconds before. You looked at him through your teary eyes to see that his own eyes were wide, this time with concern rather than anger. “You don’t have to explain, I understand, okay? I’m sorry, Y/N.”

 You sniffed, more tears gliding down your cheeks as you did so. “What?”

 “I’m sorry,” He repeated, looking as though he were about to start crying himself. “I had no idea that’s how I was coming across. I’m really, really sorry.”

 You stared at him, dumbfounded. How were you supposed to respond to that? The last thing you expected to hear from him was an apology, especially since, now that you had yelled at him, you realized how unfair you were being towards him. You shook your head, wiping furiously at your eyes. “No, you don’t have to apologize Beomgyu. I should be apologizing—I’m the one being irrational, not to mention I’m also the one that locked us in here—”

 “How about we just call it even then, hm?” He cut you off, looking around before he spotted a box of tissues on the front desk. He grabbed one and made his way back over to you, gently wiping the tears from your face, being careful to not touch you directly. “We’ve both apologized for something that the other person doesn’t think requires an apology. The grounds are neutral now.”

 You laughed, gently taking the tissue from his hand so you could wipe your eyes on your own. He stepped back when you did so, smiling nervously at your sudden laughter.

 “Thank you, Beomgyu,” You said quietly, wadding the tissue up in your hand.

 He rubbed the back of his neck, rocking back and forth on his feet. “No need to thank me, Y/N.” He paused, seeming to be in deep thought. It was quiet for a moment before he stuck his hand out towards you, expression cautiously hopeful. “Now that we both understand each other a little better, do you think we could start over?”

 You smiled, wrapping your hand around his to give it a firm shake. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

 -

 THE WORLD ALWAYS SEEMED COLDER WHEN YOU WERE ALONE.

 Of course, it could have felt cold because you were alone in a hotel parking lot, sitting on the cool pavement in the late hours of the night. You hadn’t brought a jacket with you, and your dress was sleeveless and made of thin fabric that didn’t do much to protect you from the wind that sent strands of hair flying across your face.

 However, you were certain that if your mother or father had been sitting beside of you that early winter’s night, you would barely even notice the bite of the wind or the goosebumps that prickled up all over your bare arms. Even the stars had denied you their company; the sky was pitch black, void of any trace of light.

 Lower lip trembling, you sighed as you kept your gaze on the sky above, thinking that maybe, if you kept looking, you’d find a single star shining amidst the darkness. Tears filled your eyes, but you wiped them away before they could fall.

 “You’re a strong girl, Y/N,” Your mother would say if she were to catch you crying. “Strong girls don’t cry, do they?”

 “No,” You whispered, even though she wasn’t there to hear you. “Strong girls don’t cry.”

 “What do you mean?”

 You jumped at the sudden voice, placing your hand over your heart before you turned your head to see a boy sitting on the pavement beside you. He had curly black hair that stuck out from beneath a beanie, covering the top of his eyes, and a big jacket on over his clothes. He seemed to be the same age as you, but of course, you couldn’t be sure.

 “W-what?” You spoke through shaking lips, pulling your arms around yourself in an attempt to stay warm.

 “You said that strong girls don’t cry,” He said, eyeing you with curiosity. “What do you mean by that?”

 “Oh,” you whispered, looking down at your shoes—a pair of black flats with scuff marks all over the toes. “It’s nothing— just something my mom says.”

 He hummed, leaning back on the palms of his hands. “Well, I think she’s wrong. Everyone cries, even the strongest people alive. If someone tells you they don’t cry, then they’re lying.” He turned towards you, a big grin on his face. “You don’t seem like a liar to me.”

 You sniffled, wiping your hand across your cheeks to catch the few tears that had managed to slip down. “Thanks, I think.”

 “It was definitely meant as a compliment.” He sat up straight then, narrowing his eyes at you. You shrunk back a bit, shoulders shaking as the wind only seemed to get stronger by the second.

 A moment later, he was sitting right beside of you, so close that his arm brushed against yours as he slipped his coat off, revealing an oversized hoodie beneath it. He wrapped the coat around your shoulders, and zipped it up, trapping your arms inside. He smiled again and sat back, but he was still close to you, so close that your shoulders were pressed together and his pinky was resting on top of yours.

 Eyes wide, you slowly shook your head and slipped your arms through the sleeves so you could reach the zipper. “No, I’m okay—”

 “Hey, keep it on, please,” He interrupted, placing his hand on top of yours to stop you from unzipping the coat. “It’s freezing out here, and you don’t even have any sleeves.”

 You hesitated, not wanting to be a bother to this unexpectedly kind stranger, but you would have been lying if you had said that the cold wasn’t starting to bother you. Not wanting your lips to turn blue, you nodded, pulling your arms back into the coat to keep them extra warm.

 “Thank you,” you said quietly. “What are you doing out here, by the way?”

 “Me? Oh, I was just sneaking out to the indoor pool.” He pointed over his shoulder at the building with a large dome roof made of glass. “My parents are already asleep and didn’t notice me leave. You?”

 “Ah, well, my family is staying here for the night. My parents and I are going out for dinner to celebrate my birthday.”

 “It’s your birthday?” He asked, eyes growing wide. You nodded sheepishly and his smile grew bigger before he reached over to ruffle your hair with his hand. “Happy birthday!”

 You giggled, smoothing your hair back down when he pulled his hand away. Your eyes met his, which seemed to sparkle with the light of billions of galaxies, paired perfectly with his beaming smile, and you realized that maybe you didn’t need the stars that night after all, because he alone shined brightly enough.

 He looked around then, eyebrows furrowed. “But, where are your parents? Shouldn’t you guys get going before all the restaurants close?”

 Your smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared. You swallowed, your eyes drifting towards a car that sat a few yards away from the two of you. The car was running and the lights inside were on, casting a yellow glow onto the two occupants seated in the front: your parents. Although you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you knew that they were yelling by the way they pointed their fingers at each other, and by the expressions on their faces, and the intensity with which their lips were moving.

 The boy followed your gaze, his mouth parting slightly in surprise when he caught sight of your parents in the heat of their dispute. He glanced sideways at you before moving to sit in front of you, blocking your view of your parents.

 “Why don’t you sneak to the pool with me?” He asked.

 You shook your head immediately, a slight smile returning to your face. It was clear that he was trying to distract you, and you were grateful. That didn’t mean you were willing to sneak away from your parents, especially when the tension among your family was already sky high.

 “Why not?” He whined, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

 “Because I’m not supposed to move from this spot,” You said.

 “And I wasn’t supposed to leave my hotel room, yet here I am.” He shrugged nonchalantly, brushing his bangs out of his eyes only for them to fall right back into place. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

 There were a lot of really terrible things that could happen as a result of you sneaking away to go night swimming with a boy you didn’t know while your parents fought in the middle of a hotel parking lot. You could probably list ten off the top of your head. However, when you looked into the starry eyes of the boy in front of you, his lips spread in an encouraging grin that made you feel warm inside despite the cold, you hesitated.

 What was the worst thing that could happen? The list seemed to be erased from your head as quickly as it appeared.

 He tilted his head to the side, a playful glint sparkling in his eyes. He stood up and stretched his hand out to you, his fingers trembling from the cold.

 “Should we run away?”

 Your fingers twitched, urging to reach out touch his own. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to find the balance between being rational and following where your heart was leading. These two things did not seem to be lining up.

 Before you could do anything, however, you heard a car door slamming shut. You jumped to your feet just in time to see your mother stepping away from the vehicle before your father drove off, leaving her alone in the parking lot. Eyes wide with worry, you watched as your mother brushed her hand across her cheeks before taking a deep breath and making her way towards you.

 “Y/N,” she said when she reached you, not even glancing at the boy beside of you as she took your face in her hands. “Your dad is going to come pick us up in the morning. How about we just have a girl’s night to celebrate your birthday instead?”

 With your heart dropping to your toes, you felt the tears welling in your eyes once again, but you refused to let them fall. You smiled and nodded, wrapping your hand around your mother’s. “Yeah. That sounds fine.”

 You turned towards the boy to see that his face was full of concern. Forcing the best smile you could, you unzipped his coat and slipped it off your shoulders before placing it back in his outstretched hands.

 “Thank you,” you said quietly. Before he could say anything back, you had turned away and began walking back towards the entrance, arm-in-arm with your mother.

 “I was thinking we could order a pizza and rent your favorite movies,” she said, straining to keep the emotion out of your voice. “I’ll order the food once we get back to the room, okay?”

 You nodded slowly, halting your footsteps just before the automatic doors that led inside.

 But when you turned your head to catch one last look at the boy who shined brighter than the stars, he was already gone.

 -

 IN THE HAZY PLACE BETWEEN SLEEPING AND WAKING, YOU COULD HAVE SWORN YOU HEARD HIM SINGING.

 With your eyes still closed, the sound rang through your head, clear as day. It was comforting, as if you had heard it before. Yet it wasn’t a sound that only echoed around you. This voice, so gentle and sweet that it seemed to drip with sugar and honey, filled all of your senses to the brim. You weren’t just hearing it, you were feeling it.

 “In moments like those, when tears fill your eyes, hold my hand tight. Should we run away?”

 You sighed, swept away by the sound and the words that the voice sang. You felt as though you had heard it before, but you couldn’t quite think of where. Snuggling closer to whatever it was that you were leaning against, you allowed the faintest of smiles to trace its way across your lips.

 The singing stopped. “Y/N?”

 “Hmm?” You pressed your face closer against the warmth you were leaning into, frowning at the sudden absence of the soothing voice.

 “Are you awake?”

 “Yeah,” you mumbled, slowly forcing your eyes open.

 You weren’t quite sure where exactly you expected to be when you opened your eyes, but it definitely was not on the floor of the orchestra practice room with your head in Choi Beomgyu’s lap. Beomgyu was smiling down at you, black curls hanging over his eyes, freckles illuminated by the faint moonlight that spilled through the windows.

 You sat up quickly, trying to fix your messy hair as you felt your face grow warm. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you were incredibly embarrassed that you had.

 “How—how long was I asleep?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

 “Just an hour or so. I think you got so stressed out after trying to call so many people that you just passed out,” Beomgyu said. He reached his hands toward you and helped you straighten up your hair, which only served to make your face even warmer than before.

 “Sorry,” you said, gesturing to his lap. “For . . . that.”

 He waved his hand at you before folding his hands behind his head. “Don’t apologize. Seems like you needed the sleep—you were dreaming pretty intensely.”

 “I was? Did I say anything weird in my sleep? What did I say? Was it embarrassing?” You grabbed his sleeve, eyes wide as you bombarded him with questions.

 He laughed, shaking his head in reassurance. “Don’t worry, it was nothing embarrassing. But you were talking.”

 “What did I say?”

 “Hmm, something about it being your birthday?” He placed a finger against his chin, eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure exactly what else. It was all kinda random.”

 You squeezed your eyes shut, biting the inside of your cheek as you let go of his sleeve. You remembered every bit of the dream you had—well, it wasn’t really a dream as much as it was a memory. It was embarrassing to think that Beomgyu had heard any part of the memory, but you tried not to think about it too much.

 “Beomgyu,” You said, opening your eyes once more to look at him. “Were you singing just now? Before I woke up?”

 He didn’t say anything at first, his expression blank. Then, he smiled, nudging your shoulder with his. “Of course not—you know I don’t sing. Why?”

 “Actually, for the record, I did not know that,” You corrected. “And I don’t know, I just .  . . thought I heard someone.”

 “Maybe it was your soulmate,” Beomgyu said, moving his eyebrows up and down.

 You sighed, looking down at your feet. “I wish it was. I haven’t heard from him in two years.”

 The smile fell from Beomgyu’s face right away. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t know.”

 “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

 “Do you . . . know what happened to him?”

 You shook your head, staring at the moon through the window. “No. I don’t even know who he was.”

 “Hey, why are you speaking in the past tense?” He turned towards you and grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to face him. “Think positively, Y/N. He could still be out there. When did you first hear him?”

 “When I was thirteen,” You answered. “But he stopped singing two years ago.”

 “And you haven’t heard anything since then?”

 You hesitated, thinking back over the past two years and all the sleepless nights you had spent waiting and hoping to hear any trace of a note ringing in your ears, the faintest hint of a voice. Sometimes, when you were just about to close your eyes, you would’ve sworn that you could hear his voice for the briefest of moments before you drifted off, but you would always blame it on being sleep deprived.

 “No,” you said quietly. “I haven’t heard anything. He used to sing all the time, too. I would wake up to the sound of his voice, and it would carry me throughout each and every day. I know it sounds weird to say this about someone I don’t remember meeting, but I felt . . . connected to him, if that makes sense?”

 Beomgyu didn’t say anything, so you continued. “He’s actually the reason why I picked up the violin. I got so used to his voice, I would go around humming all day. I guess my mom got tired of hearing me, because soon after I started hearing him, my mom signed me up for violin lessons. And, well, now I’m here.”

 You looked over to see Beomgyu smiling softly, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. “Do you have any idea of who it might be?”

 You were quiet for a moment. The image of the boy from the hotel parking lot with his star-struck eyes and diamond smile came to your mind, as always.

 “No. But I have someone I hope it is.”

 You looked over at him again, and this time, his eyes met yours. The silvery light of the moon highlighted the right side of his face and the bridge of his nose, casting a stark shadow across the other side. He was neither smiling nor frowning as his eyes searched yours. What exactly he was looking for you couldn’t be sure of, however, you liked the eye contact well enough to let it go on for a moment longer before you cleared your throat, looking back towards the window.

 “Did you try calling Yeonjun again?”

 “Yep. No answer.”

 “Taehyun?”

 “Nothing.”

 “The professor?”

 “Didn’t pick up—I left a message though.”

 You sighed, allowing the back of your head to hit the wall behind you. “We’ll be stuck here all night at this rate.”

 “Well, now that you’ve had a little nap, we may as well use this time to be productive,” Beomgyu said, standing to his feet and stretching his arms above his head as he did so.

 You crossed your arms, raising a brow as you watched him pull his guitar out of the case. “What’s this? Choi Beomgyu taking initiative?”

 “Hey, we said we were starting over.”

 You laughed as he sat on the edge of the desk in front of where you were sitting on the floor. He pulled the strap over his shoulder and began tuning his guitar by ear, something you always struggled to do with your violin.

 “What are you doing?” You asked.

 He strummed through all the strings, nodding when he was satisfied with the sounds. Glancing down at you, he smiled. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to show you the song I wrote.”

 Interest piqued, you sat up straighter and smiled back at him. “I was hoping that’s what you’d say.”

 He laughed, adjusting his position on the desk before his fingers found their place on the neck of the guitar. You listened attentively as he began to pick the first notes, watching the way his fingers moved deliberately across the frets, yet, his movements never lost their grace. At first, he kept his eyes focused on his hands. But as the song went on, his eyes slowly closed, and he played without seeing, relying solely on the sound of the notes he was creating and the feeling of the strings that pressed into his calloused fingertips.

 Awestruck would have been an understatement for the way you felt as you watched him play. The way he became one with the sounds he created, the way his wrist twisted to strum and how his fingertips slid across the length of the instrument as if it was the very thing they had been created to do. You were hypnotized, allowing the music to seep into your heart and make it thump against your chest like a caged bird begging to be set free.

 If you had to put a word to how he looked in that moment, “beautiful” was the closest you would be able to get.

 He opened his eyes as he strummed the last note, a gentle grin on his lips. You noticed how his eyes sparkled in the darkness, despite his back being towards the moonlight rather than his face.

 “What do you think?” He asked, his voice sounding sharp as it pierced through the thick silence that had settled over the room.

 “It was—”

 “It was real pretty, kid.”

 You yelped in surprise at the sudden voice, jumping up to your feet as Beomgyu practically fell off the desk, nearly dropping his guitar in the process. You helped steady him, and together, you looked towards the door to see that it was wide open, fluorescent light from the hallway spilling into the room as the janitor stood in the entry way, arms crossed over his chest as he blew a bubble with the gum in his mouth.

 “If you’re done serenading your girlfriend, would you mind leaving so I can clean up and go home? This building closed an hour ago, but if you both leave now I’ll keep quiet.”

 Your cheeks went hot, and you struggled to form words as Beomgyu scrambled to put his guitar back in its case. “Girl—girlfriend? No, we’re not—I mean, I’m not his—we just got stuck and—”

 “Thank you, sir. We’re really sorry.” Beomgyu cut you off as he picked up his guitar case with one hand and wrapped his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You gasped, but were too stunned to do anything but follow Beomgyu’s lead as he pulled you out of the room.

 “What was that about?” You asked once the two of you had safely made it out of the building. “You were not serenading me.”

 Beomgyu shrugged, letting his arm fall from your shoulders. Your mouth fell open at his lack of a denial. “Choi Beomgyu! Stop messing around.”

 “Who said I was messing around?” He teased, winking at you as he began to walk towards his dorm building, which was on the other side of campus from yours.

 You scoffed but said nothing as you watched his back while he walked away from you, trying to piece together what had just happened.

 “See you tomorrow, Y/N!” He shouted, turning around as he walked so he could wave goodbye.

 You gave him a weak-hearted wave in return, pressing your hands against your flushed cheeks as you slowly began to tread back to your own dorm room.

 How strange it was that just that morning, you would have given almost anything to avoid seeing Beomgyu.

 But now, you found yourself counting down the minutes left until the next day so you could see him again.

 -

 WHEN YOU GOT BACK TO YOUR DORM FROM REHEARSAL THE NEXT EVENING, YOU HAD A TEXT.

 Beomgyu: I know we said we were starting over, but I can’t forget that I still owe you a coffee. Meet me at the library in 15?

 You felt like an idiot, but you couldn’t stop the grin from taking over your face. Slipping your shoes back on, you typed out a quick reply before slipping out the door.

 You: Make it 5. I’ll be waiting.

 When you arrived at the library, you were surprised to see that Beomgyu was already there. The line for coffee was very short, as most students had settled into their dorms for the night. Only a few stray overachievers and those that were desperately trying to cram for exams were there, and Beomgyu had claimed a place in line amongst them. He held his guitar in one hand, as per usual, and you wondered if there would ever come a time in which you would see him without it.

 “How is it that you demanded to meet me ten minutes earlier than I planned, and I still got here before you?” He asked once you had reached him.

 “First of all, I did not demand anything from you,” You said, pushing your fist against his shoulder. “Secondly, that is so unfair, because you know that your dorm is way closer to the library than mine is.”

 “Sounds like an excuse to me, but okay. Ah, it’s our turn.” He placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to the counter. Your stomach flipped, but for some reason, you didn’t mind.

 After the two of had gotten your coffees, Beomgyu told you to follow him up the stairs. You expected to stop at the second floor, but to your surprise, he kept leading you. He took you through a door in the back that you didn’t even know existed, where there was another flight of stairs. At the end of these stairs was another door. You stepped outside and found yourself on the rooftop, with a great view of the campus below.

 “Are you sure we’re allowed to be up here?” You asked.

 “Well, no. But I’ve come up here a lot and never gotten in trouble, so what’s the harm?”

 “That does not make me feel any better.”

 “Come on, Y/N.” He took your hand in his and brought you over to the wide ledge, big enough for the two of you to sit on without the fear of falling off. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

 You paused, eyes growing wide. He stared back at you as he hoisted himself up on the ledge. He took a sip of his coffee before asking, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

 You shook your head, setting your coffee beside of him before bringing yourself up to sit on the ledge yourself.

 “Nothing,” You said. “You just reminded me of someone.”

 “Ah.” He stared at you for a moment longer before he slipped his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders. You opened your mouth to protest, but he placed his finger against your parted lips, which was more than enough to shut you up.

 “Just accept an act of kindness, would you?” He said, zipping his jacket up over you. You watched him as he did so, noticing the way his chocolate eyes sparkled in the midst of the cloudy night.

 You swallowed, averting your gaze. “Thank you.”

 “You’re very welcome. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

 It was quiet then, but not in an uncomfortable way. You enjoyed sitting beside of him in the silence, watching the lights of campus below you, feeling the warmth from his jacket spread over your chilled skin.

 “Actually, Y/N, there’s something that’s been bothering me,” Beomgyu said, breaking the silence.

 You turned to face him, curious. “What is it?”

 For the first time since you had met him, Beomgyu looked nervous. He picked at the skin around his nails, doing everything he could to keep his eyes from meeting yours.

 “Remember how you asked me if I sang? When we were locked in the orchestra room?” His voice was a bit quieter than it had been before.

 “Yeah, you said you didn’t.”

 “Right. Well, that—that was a lie,” He blurted, seeming to regret his words the second they had left his mouth. “Well, not a blatant lie, because I don’t sing anymore. But I used to.”

 You were a bit confused, but seeing how nervous he was, you decided not to ask him why he would lie about such a seemingly trivial topic.

 “What made you stop?” You asked carefully, not wanting to upset him.

 He hesitated, wringing his hands together. After taking a deep breath, he spoke again.

 “My father and I used to sing together,” He began. “I taught myself how to play the guitar, but he was the one who taught me how to sing. He loved to sing, more than anything else, and he always told me that I had a brilliant voice. He said it would be a shame to keep such a voice to myself.”

 He smiled fondly as he spoke of his father, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. The joy slowly faded from his expression, however, as he began to speak again.

 “I lost him two years ago,” He said quietly, voice thick with emotions that caused your heart to clench. “He was in a bad car accident. I was doing really well here, in vocals and guitar. But when I lost him, I just . . . I couldn’t sing anymore. I tried, I really did. I just couldn’t do it.”

 “Oh, Beomgyu,” You whispered, gently placing your hand over his trembling one.

 “It’s pathetic, isn’t it?” He sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Singing was the one thing he wanted me to do, and now that he’s gone, I’m failing at it.”

 “No, Beomgyu,” You said, your voice firm as you squeezed his hand. “It’s not pathetic at all. You’re doing the best you can, and you’re still here. And most importantly, you tried. That’s what matters.”

 He brought his eyes back to yours then, glistening with moisture in the moonless, starless night. He smiled at you then, and you smiled back.

 “Y/N.”

 “Hm?”

 “Have I told you yet that you’re really, really beautiful?”

 Your breath caught in your throat, and you froze, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. You were frozen for a moment before you scoffed, pulling your hand away from his and tucking it into your lap.

 “I thought you were going to start being more serious,” You mumbled, refusing to look at him. “Stop messing around.”

 Then, he moved closer to you, placing one arm behind you while he brought the other to rest against your cheek, gently turning your face towards his. He leaned in, so close that his breath brushed against your skin. He smelled of citrus and vanilla, and you found yourself leaning closer to him.

 He glanced at your lips, then met your eyes once again.

 “What makes you think I’m not being serious?”

 His lips were soft when they pressed against yours, and it felt as though your heart would burst right out of your chest. You allowed your eyes to fall shut as he gently moved his mouth against yours, slowly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he did so, before allowing his fingers to gently trace their way along your cheek, then your jaw, until he rested his hand against your neck, pulling you a tiny bit closer to him.

 He broke the kiss for a fleeting moment, just to open his eyes so he could look into yours. You liked the flecks of light that beamed in his irises, as though his eyes were made of starlight. He smiled, allowing his nose to brush against yours as his eyes moved back down to your lips. Once again, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips with his for the second time. He tasted like coffee and cheap cherry chap-stick—and odd combination, but you didn’t mind as you brought your arms around his neck and shifted closer to him, twisting your head to the side as you moved your lips in time with his.

 The moment was unexpected, to say the least. But perhaps that was what made it feel that much more magical.

 At least, it was magical until you felt scalding hot liquid splash all over the side of your leg, seeping through the fabric of your jeans to burn your skin.

 You gasped against Beomgyu’s lips before pulling away, staring wide eyed at your jeans that were now stained with coffee. Your cup, which had been sitting between the two of you, was now knocked on its side, the contents drained.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Beomgyu said frantically. His lips were shining from the aftermath of your kiss, his freckled cheeks and nose red as a cherry. He gently pressed his hands against your leg, pulling them back when you winced from the impact. “Oh god—I’m sorry, I forgot that it was there and I was leaning in and I knocked it over and—”

 You laughed at how flustered he had become, amused by this side of him that you hadn’t seen before. You grabbed his face and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips against his in a swift kiss, effectively shutting him up.

 “It’s okay, Beomgyu,” You said once you pulled away, letting your hands fall from his face. “I guess you just owe me another coffee.”

 The goofy lopsided grin you had grown accustomed to took place of the frightened expression he had worn just moments before. He hopped off the ledge, extending his hand towards you to help you down.

 “Come on, partner. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

 -

 IT WAS THE DAY OF THE OPEN HOUSE, AND YOU WERE SLIGHTLY UNNERVED BY HOW WELL THINGS WERE GOING.

 You had hoped that everything would go smoothly. The past few weeks, you had spent all your time and energy making sure that the event would be as close to perfect as possible.

 Well, you had also spent a bit of time with Beomgyu, but only when you had the time to spare, of course.

 The performers were all setting up; the drama department was working on setting up the stage props, as they would be going first, and they were busy rehearsing with the orchestra for how they could effectively move the props to make room for the instruments in a timely fashion. Yeonjun was rushing about, directing them with the grace and efficiency only he could pull off.

 Everything was going perfectly. You should have just been happy about that, but for some reason, it felt as though you were just waiting for something to go terribly wrong.

 “Y/N.” You turned at the sound of Beomgyu’s voice, smiling as he walked towards you. He was dressed in a white button up shirt that he tucked into a pair of black jeans. His sleeves were pushed up a bit, exposing his forearms.

 “Everything okay?” You asked once he had reached you. You glanced at the members of the band, who were talking in hushed voices right behind Beomgyu. Your eyes narrowed when you noticed that something was amiss. “Where’s Soobin? Is he on his way?”

 Beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his already messy curls. “That’s what I was coming to talk to you about. He’s sick—he won’t be able to make it. I just got a text from him.”

 You blinked slowly, trying to process what you had just been told. Soobin was the main vocalist for the band. Without him, or someone to fill his position, there would be no performance.

 You quickly walked over to the band, desperately trying to think of something to fix the situation, and Beomgyu was following right behind you.

 “Can any of you do lead vocals in Soobin’s place?” You asked.

 “No,” the main guitarist said, looking just as stressed out as you were. “We’d have to change the entire key for it to fit my range, and even if we had time to do that—which we don’t—we wouldn’t have any backup vocals.”

 You pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. “There’s got to be something we can do to replace him. We can’t just take the band performance out.”

 “How about Beomgyu?”

 Your eyes flew open at the sound of Yeonjun’s voice, and you whirled around to see him standing behind you.

“When did you get there?” You asked.

 “A minute or so ago,” He said, striding forward so that he stood on the other side of you. “But seriously, everyone knows Beomgyu can sing. He used to do it all the time. Why not have him take Soobin’s place?”

 “It would make sense,” the guitarist said, his face lighting up with a glint of hope. “He’s been here for all the practices—I mean, he even wrote the song!”

 You turned your eyes towards Beomgyu, worry overtaking you in an instant when you saw his expression. All the color had drained from his face, his lips pulled between his teeth. His hands were trembling, and he refused to meet your gaze.

 “Beomgyu,” You said quietly, taking his shaky hand in your steady one. “You don’t have to. We can figure something else out—”

 “I’ll think about it,” He said, eyes finally finding yours. He did his best to force a smile, but it was so strained, your worry only grew at the sight. “Just . . . can you give me a little while?”

 You nodded, squeezing his hand. “Of course.”

 He slipped away from you then, disappearing behind the stage. Your eyes followed him until you couldn’t see him any longer, worry creasing your brows.

 “What was that about?” Yeonjun asked, stepping a bit closer to you. “I understand not wanting to force anyone to do something last minute, but we don’t really have many options.”

 “There’s more to it than that,” You said quietly. “Just trust me, okay? And if he says he can’t do it, he can’t. We are not going to force him to do this.”

 Yeonjun still looked confused, but he simply shrugged. “Whatever you say, captain. But just so you know, if he can’t do it, you’re gonna be the one singing in Soobin’s place. And trust me, no one wants to hear that.”

 You fought the urge to flip him off as he walked away, wondering why on earth you still kept him around as your best friend.

 The rest of the preparations went on, and soon, the audience had begun to fill the auditorium. You hadn’t seen Beomgyu since that moment during rehearsals, and you were beginning to grow worried.

 You stood in the right wing of the stage as the show began with the drama department. You tried to focus on the performance—it was amazing, of course, especially since Yeonjun played a lead role in the scene they had chosen. Everyone knew he was an amazing actor. However, rather than being able to enjoy the show, you could only think about where Beomgyu was and wonder if he was doing alright, your stomach twisting itself into knots as the seconds ticked by.

 By the time the drama students were finished, the audience standing to clap for their flawless performance, you had bitten your nails down to nubs as you grew increasingly worried. Yeonjun rushed over to you when he left the stage, smiling widely as he stretched his arms out to his sides. “How’d we do?”

 “Hm?” You snapped out of your daze, shaking your head as you gave him two thumbs up. “Oh—wonderful. You guys were great. Hey, will you make sure everything goes well with the orchestra? I have to go find Beomgyu.”

 “Well why don’t you stay here and I’ll go find him—”

 “Nope, I’ve got it! Thanks best friend, you’re the greatest!” You gave him a quick hug before he could say anything else, quickly rushing out of the auditorium. You made your way down a few hallways, taking a couple of turns until you had reached one of the dressing rooms. You knew this was where Beomgyu had been getting ready because his guitar case was propped against the wall outside of it, so you hoped he was still inside.

 You knocked on the door. “Beomgyu? Are you in there?”

 It was silent, but you heard someone sniffle from behind the door. You sighed, leaning against the wood. “You don’t have to say anything, okay? But just hear me out.”

 There was no response, but you could have sworn you felt someone leaning against the door from the other side.

 “I know you may feel like you have to pressure yourself to do this, but you don’t,” You said gently. “Nobody is going to be disappointed if you can’t get up there to sing. Not me, not Yeonjun, not the band.”

 You paused, biting your lip before you continued. “Your father wouldn’t be upset either, Beomgyu. The fact that you’re willing to even think about doing something this hard just to help out shows just how great of a person you are. He would be so, so proud of you. I’m proud of you, too. Whether or not you get up there and sing tonight, I’m proud of you. Okay?”

 You stayed there, waiting in silence for a moment longer before you pushed away from the door, walking back towards the auditorium.

 The orchestra was almost finished with their set by the time you returned to the wing. Yeonjun and the band were waiting with anticipation when you returned, eyes wide and searching behind you, probably hoping that Beomgyu was close behind.

 “Is he coming?” Yeonjun asked.

 You sighed, shaking your head slowly. “I don’t think so. We’ll just have to call off the band’s performance, but it’ll be okay—”

 “That won’t be necessary.”

 You turned at the sound of Beomgyu’s voice, unable to help the big smile that overtook your face. You hurried towards him, grabbing both his hands in your own.

 “Are you sure?” You asked. “You know you don’t have to—”

 “I know I don’t,” he said with a smile. “But I want to.”

 He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead. “Thank you. For everything.”

 He went up to talk to the band after that, leaving you a blushing mess. The orchestra had just finished their set and were busy making way for the band. Yeonjun walked to your side as Beomgyu and the rest of the band took their places on the stage.

 “Did he just kiss you?” Your best friend asked. For some reason, he didn’t sound surprised.

 Dumbfounded, you brought your hand to your forehead and nodded, unable to speak. Yeonjun laughed at you, causing you to snap out of your daze so you could punch him lightly in the shoulder.

 Once the band had finished getting ready, Beomgyu cleared his throat, tapping the mic before leaning forward to speak into it.

 “Hello everyone, thanks for coming out tonight. My name is Choi Beomgyu, and these lovely people surrounding me are some of the many talented musicians in our music department.” He paused when the audience clapped, waiting until the applause died down before he spoke again. “To wrap up this showcase, we’ll be performing a song I wrote myself. I wrote this about someone I met a long, long time ago.”

 He turned his head to the side then, making eye contact with you from the stage. He smiled, not taking his gaze away from yours. He looked heavenly in the light cast from the spotlight, strands of his black hair seeming to turn silver beneath the glow, his golden skin shining brighter than ever. You were sure that if you were close enough, you would see the star-like sparkles in his eyes that you had grown to adore.

 “I hope she remembers me, even after all this time.”

 “Is he talking about you?” Yeonjun whispered into your ear, noticing the direction of Beomgyu’s stare. “You guys just met like, a month ago.”

 You were just as confused as your best friend, so in response, you simply shrugged, unsure of what was going on. He was definitely talking to you, but you had no idea what he was referring to.

 “I hope she remembers me, even after all this time.”

 You racked your brain, trying desperately to think of what he could mean. Had you met him before? Did he remember you from somewhere, from a memory that had somehow slipped your mind?

 The music began to play, and you took a step closer to the stage, eyes narrowed, ready to focus on the lyrics, wanting more than anything to remember what Beomgyu was talking about.

 “In moments like those, when tears fill your eyes, hold my hand tight. Should we run away?”

 Your eyes went wide. You stumbled back, reaching up to hold your head in your hands.

 “Y/N?” Yeonjun’s voice was distant, overpowered by the sound of the honey sweet voice that filled the air. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

 You gasped, hands tangling in your hair as the singing continued.

 “Be my forever, call my name. Run away, run away, run away with me.”

 Your head was ringing. Not only were these words the same ones you had heard in your head the night you were locked in the classroom with Beomgyu, but the voice—Beomgyu’s voice—was the same one you had heard day and night while growing up.

 It was your soulmates voice.

 You knew it was, not just because of the lyrics or the familiarity of the voice. You knew it was your soulmate because you didn’t just hear the words and the notes of the song, you felt them. Every inch of your being felt as though it had been struck by lightning. The voice filled up all of your senses, overpowering you in the most beautiful way imaginable.

 But it was too much. His voice coming through the loudspeakers paired with it ringing inside your head built up so much pressure that it caused your vision to blur. You quickly stumbled out of the auditorium, fumbling your way through the front doors that led outside.

 You sat down on the pavement, taking deep breaths as your mind began to calm down. No longer overwhelmed by all that was going on around you, you closed your eyes, listening to Beomgyu’s voice as it filled your mind.

 “Don’t wanna stay, now we can go. Take me now to the magic named ‘us.’”

 With those words, the voice died down, and you were surrounded by silence.

 You simply sat there for several moments, your eyes remaining closed as you tried to understand everything that had just happened to you.

 Beomgyu was your soulmate.

 Beomgyu was your soulmate, and he was alive.

 Bit by bit, you started to piece things together. The night of your thirteenth birthday, the day before you heard his voice for the first time. You had met the boy with sparkling eyes and a lopsided grin in the hotel parking lot. He had offered you his coat, and then his hand.

 “I hope she remembers me,” Beomgyu had said.

 You smiled to yourself, placing your hand over your heart as it beat fiercely against your chest.

 “Yes, Beomgyu. I do remember you.”

 “Y/N!”

 Your eyes flew open at the sound of the door being thrown open behind you. You turned to see Beomgyu barreling towards you, practically collapsing to the ground in front of you. He took your face in his hands, eyes frantically searching yours.

 “Are you okay?” He asked, his fingers gently running along the length of your cheeks.

 You nodded, smiling even though tears began to pool in your eyes. “Beomgyu,” You said quietly, lifting your hands to hold his wrists. “You knew, didn’t you?”

 “Knew what?”

 “That you’re my soulmate.”

 He paused, the worry in his face slowly being replaced by a wide, sparkling smile.

 “So you finally figured it out, huh?” He said, brushing a strand of your hair back behind your ear. “If you didn’t figure it out after tonight, I wasn’t sure how else I was supposed to show you.”

 You laughed, a tear slipping down your cheek as you tightened your grip on his wrists. His expression changed once again, brows knit with concern. “Are—are you crying? What’s wrong?”

 “No, nothing, it’s fine,” You assured him, resting your forehead against his. “I’m just happy. I’m so, so happy, Beomgyu.”

 He sighed with relief, wrapping his arms around you in a hug, pulling you snugly into his chest. His chin rested on top of your head as you slipped your arms around his middle, pulling him even closer than he already was.

 “I was a little worried that you’d be disappointed when you found out it was me,” He said with a light laugh.

 You shook your head against his chest, snuggling even closer to him. “Of course not. You’re exactly who I hoped it would be, Choi Beomgyu.”

 The two of you stayed like that for a bit longer before Beomgyu pulled away and stood up in front of you.

 The boy with stars for eyes and a smile that outshone the moon stretched his hand out towards you, fingers shaking from the cold, cheeks flushed from your embrace.

 “Should we run away?” He asked.

 This time, you placed your hand in his and let him pull you to your feet.