#these are all unedited just slightly zoomed in

[dragestil]

hozier live at 3arena, 22 december 2023

(all pics by me, pls feel free to use w/ credit! <3)

[mae-is-crazy]

Hellooo can i request for a relationship where the reader is neteyam/loak's twin or just part of sullys family and she died instead of neteyam?

Man o' man. At first, I was REALLY excited to write this; I love writing angst, after all. But then I realized I had to rewatch Neteyam's death scene... yeah, then it wasn't so exciting. BUT I still enjoyed writing this, and I really appreciate you shooting me this request. I hope you like it :) :) PS-- I hope you're happy knowing that I maybe-kinda-sortova cried, haha!! 

Ocean Breathes Salty (Sully Family / Daughter! Reader)

Synopsis: Sully's stick together. This is their biggest weakness... and also their greatest strength. (This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date.)

All her life, Y/N had caused trouble for her big brother.

It seemed like every other day her father was handing a stern scolding to Neteyam. And most oftentimes it wasn’t even his fault. It was stupid things like sneaking off into the night or digging her nose in places it didn’t belong. No matter what, Neteyam always got roped into it.

“What happened to keepin’ an eye on your sister?”

“You’re her big brother. You are in charge of her.”

“If she gets hurt, it’s on you.”

And despite the fact that this happened again and again and again, Y/N’s heart broke seeing her brother receive the harsh lashing from their father. His ears would flatten and he’s droop his head low, being sure to avoid the man’s gaze. The worst thing was that, right after, Neteyam wouldn’t say anything about it. He’d accept it like the good little soldier his dad expected him to be, and she hated that.

And that didn’t mean that Y/N was safe from their father’s wrath.

“That stunt you pulled back there? Stupid! Jesus, are you tryin' to get yourself killed?”

Y/N mumbled a weak “No sir.”

“You’re grounded. You’re to stay here for the month, tend to the Ikran and the wounded. Got it?”

The young girl put her hands behind her back, fidgeting with her fingers. She prayed her dad couldn’t detect her nervous energy.

Jake put a hand on her shoulder. “Got it?” He asked again, this time raising his voice a few notches.

Y/N gave him a curt nod, sparing him a glance before stepping away from him. “Yes sir.”

There were many times where Neteyam took one for the team. It wasn’t just when Y/N got in trouble; Lo’ak was beginning to take after her adventurous, generally reckless behavior (much to their dad’s distaste).

But now, it was Y/N’s turn.

She made sure Lo’ak and Spider had a clear opening before they jumped off the ship and into the slightly fridged water. There was still a RDA Avatar shooting at Neteyam and her as the two cowered closer into a corner of the ship. They were losing their window of escape.

“Okay, you’re turn!” Neteyam shouted over the sound of bullets hitting their safe corner. Y/N shook her head, peeking around the corner to see if any of her shots resulted in a kill. A bullet zoomed past her ear and she shuffled back into her brother.

Y/N watched her brother with wide eyes as he took her hand in his.

She knew that, if they didn’t move now, they’d be dead.

“Move, now!” Neteyam yanked his sister forward, dragging her close behind him as they plunged into the water and to safety.

Something sharp slammed into Y/N’s side. The shock of the impact was enough to cause her to gasp, involuntarily inhaling an alarming amount of water.

One thing Y/N had yet to get used to in their new home was how salty the ocean water was. It stung her eyes and something in her chest. She probably scrapped herself against some lose bits of metal from the ship. The unusual pain was making her chest tight, like someone was sitting on her, her breath threatening to fly out of her mouth at any second.

It was getting increasingly harder to keep afloat, and to make matters worse, the sea water was beginning to fill her lungs. There was a strange metallic taste building up in the back of her throat, too.

She could hear her brothers, Spider, and Tsireya cheering around her. High fives were being thrown around and shouts of celebration bounced off the water, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could haldy bring herself to breathe.

“Y/N?” Lo’ak asked somewhere in front of her.

She tried to look his direction but accidentally sunk down into the water, placing a hand on her chest where it hurt most.

Neteyam grabbed ahold of her before she could sink down any further, putting his hand where hers rested. “She’s been shot!” He shouted.

“Shit!” Lo’ak cursed, calling for his Ilu as everybody swam closer to the weak Y/N, all trying their hardest to keep her head above water. Nobody let go of her as they helped her on top of the sea creature. Uncontrollable coughs overcame the oldest Sully daughter as she was heaved up to rest in her older brother’s arms. He wrapped one arm protectively across her shoulders, holding her close to his chest as he used his other hand to guide his Ilu forward, the other children holding onto the animal’s fins.

“DAD!” Lo’ak cried out as the crew approached a patch of rocks. Out in the distance, Y/N could make out a familiar dark blue Na’vi. The sky was getting darker and flames were flickering an angry orange around her as the Ilu came to a stop. “Dad, it’s Y/N. She got shot.”

Neteyam scooted off the Ilu, requesting Y/N in his grip, The other children gathered around them, making sure none of her limp limbs got scratched by the rock’s jagged surface.

“Oh no,” she heard her dad choke, helping carry his now bloodied daughter to shore while reminded the children to watch for her head.

Y/N was placed gently on the ground before being picked up again by her father, who mumbled a tired curse to himself. He put her back down, reaching for his youngest son, “Pressure! Apply pressure,” and forcing his son to slam his hands onto her wound. She hissed in pain, moving to shove him off, but her father clasped onto both of her hands, rubbing her skin with frantic motions.

Somewhere behind her, Y/N would hear her mother screaming for her, but she was too tired to adnowledge her. “Momma-” she whimpered, hacking even more than a few minutes ago.

Jake cupped her cheeks with his large hands, caressing her skin and whipping away tears she didn’t know she had.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured. His voice was full of gentle sweetness, like the kind you’d give a child when they scraped their knee. Neytiri took her daughter’s hands, her wailing crumbling the young girl’s heart. It hurt almost as much as the bullet wound. “I’m right here baby.”

“D-D-D-DadI’mscared-ughithurts-”

“I know baby, I know, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

Y/N heaved deeper. She looked all around her, looking at the people that had protected her all her life. Her father, the strongest and most stoic man she’d ever known, had tears welling in his eyes. He refused to let them spill in front of her.

Her mother, Neytiri, wasn’t holding back. She screamed for Eywa to keep her child alive, squeezing her hand in a vice-like grip that could shatter bones. Her bottom lip trembled and snot dripped out of her nose, the agony of losing her baby destroying the powerful women.

Lo’ak, her little bother, who refused to meet his sister’s eyes, instead more focused on the crimson staining his skin. His whole body shook, stress and exhaustion making the usually sarcastic and joking boy uncharacteristically quiet.

And Neteyam, who watched from a distance with both hands on top of his head. He paced back and force, tugging lightly at one of the braids in his hair. She’d learned form an early age that it was one of his stressful ticks and hated herself for putting him through that. She wanted to reach out to him, but the entire world was becoming fuzzier by the second.

The cries of her mother were now inaudible.

Y/N tried to look into her father’s bright eyes, but couldn’t find them anymore.

Her chest rose sharply as she forced herself to take gulps of air. The last thing Y/N could hear was her father’s gentle cooing. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, it’s okay sweetie. I’m right here.”

Then there was nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A scream broke Jake’s desperate words. At his side, his mate grasped ahold of Y/N’s arm, shaking her body. Just a second ago, she was alive, looking at him, breathing the same air he was. Now, her eyes were unfocused. Her face relaxed and her chest fell.

“No no no no…” Jake mumbled, shoving his youngest son to the side as he braced his hands over his daughter’s chest. “Come on,” he repeated, beginning to shove down hard overtop her heart. There was no reaction from Y/N as he counted to himself, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.

One, two, five, seven minutes went on, and each time, Jake’s pleads became more and more strained, as did his attempts to resuscitate his daughter. “Come on, don’t do this to me. Wake up Y/N. COME ON!” Eventually, he fell back, accepting defeat with an ear-piercing scream. He leaned into his wife, who was now lightly rocking her baby while continue to beg to a god who wouldn’t answer her prays.

Neteyam continued to just watch, sinking to his knees as he numbly stared at his sister’s lifeless body.

The one time. The one time Neteyam couldn’t take the fall for his sister.

He’d failed her.  

[geeksauruse]

…Love is love, love is pain, love is wonderful…

TW: this has some mentions of death,bullying, and some good old lesbian angst love.

this is unedited and was something that i just thought was cool, it takes place in the bayverese world, and i intend to announce them into the story next chapter and eventually may become an X reader ( i don’t know yet man) if i mess any thing up about new York, sorry i don’t live there :,)

please don’t repost or steal!

anyway enjoy!!!!!

It was the fall of 2022 and all was going well. Oh wait, except in bishop kearney high school. Midterms were just around the corner and with that said, everyone from freshman to senior was stressing for the PSAT, ACT, and to top it all off SATs. No big deal, right? Just the tests that could determine your future career and college education admission. 

The ear piercing ringing or the school bell summoned hundreds of children out of their final class to make their way to their rides and clubs, me being one of them.With a soft sigh, I folded the small white piece of paper and neatly put it in my pocket, and proceeded on my way to the front lawn where I met my best friends everyday before track. I almost sprinted down the concrete hallways, two floors down, and out the front door where I was met with a gust of wind; the autumn chill and smell of the city surrounding me in a sunny haze. A smile graced my face as I felt a flurry of leaves fall and circle around me.

“Tammie,” called a monotone voice. I turned, only to be met with stunning yet exhausted green eyes. Jennifer. I wrapped my arms around her curved waist bringing her in for a tight hug, lifting her frame a few inches off the ground, she on the other hand tentatively wrapped around my shoulder, smacking my head lightly.

“Tammie!” she yelled again, playfully. I set her down gently gazing over her sun kissed face. She gave a tired smile.

“How was your day?”Jennifer asked politely. My smile only grew as I took out the folded white piece of paper and opened it to reveal fine printed letters, numbers, and assignments; My most recent grades. But she wasn't looking at me, more behind me. She frowned ever so slightly. She looked down at the paper in my hands, only for her scowl to deepen.

“Look,” I practically shouted, trying to contain my excitement, “straight As except for my B in math, but I just know that I can get that up!” Jennifer’s smile faltered, and I saw something flash across her eyes as she smoothed out her face of an emotion I couldn't detect, but it only stayed for  a moment. She beamed up at me. 

“I'm so proud of you,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the school, practically pulling my arm out while walking in such a rush.

“Whoa, what's the hurry?” I asked, dragging my feet on the sidewalk. Obviously, something was off in her behavior. So I stopped mid-walk.

She lurched ahead before stopping.

“Jennifer, what's up with you?” I pressed, looking her in the eyes, “You've been acting off all day, please just tell me what's wrong.” Jennifer stopped and looked down, breaking eye contact.

“It's nothin, I don't really want to talk about it.” I furrowed my brow. sighing I took her hands in mine as a car zoomed by us, throwing more leaves in the air.

“I'm just concerned, that's all,” I state, gripping her hand and rubbing my thumb in her open palm, “You're my best friend and I really care about you.” She gave a weak smile and squeezed my hand.

“I'm totally fine, there's nothing to worry about, just lots of homework,” she reassured me, wheeling around to continue walking to the ice cream shop. I smiled up at the familiar parlor, and my favorite memory of it replayed in my mind. It was a warm, clear, afternoon in August, and we had  walked past it after a long day at the library, and a treat was decided to be necessary. We each got a small double cone; once chocolate and one vanilla. We were sitting in the left corner booth with its faded pink seats, where we had a perfect view of the setting sun over the park. I spared a glance at Jennifer, expecting a wistful expression, a smile, or anything remotely happy only to be met with a scowl. She looked up catching my confused glance, which I know because she immediately started to smile. 

“Is she mad at me?” I think, “I know there's something most definitely wrong. But what did I do?”

We stepped inside the small store, a jingling bell ringing above us, signaling our entrance to the employees. I inhaled almost immediately, relaxing as the sweet smell of sugar and fresh cones invaded my senses, and the chilly autumn air only grew colder from the cool treats surrounding us. My gaze fell downward to the familiar ice cream flavors, and the toppings sitting in jars on the counter. I looked around. No one.

“Hello-”

The curtains dramatically flung out of the way as a girl with short blond hair wearing the same blue shirt and tan pants uniform I had seen at least hundreds of times at this ice cream place, rocking it better than any other employee ever had. Her shiny name tag said Madeline, in what I could assume was her messy cursive,and was placed right next to her heart.

“Hi! My name is Maddie, how can I help you two today?” she questioned almost gleefully, as if this is where she has wanted to be all her life, in this little ice cream shop with faded walls and seats. I was so taken aback I just stared. Her face contorted in confusion, her smile less bright but still remaining .

“Are you alright?” she asked. It took me a moment but I shook myself out of my trance nodding.

“Um yeah sorry,”I apologized, she just smiled at me in return,”I’ll have a small chocolate cone with rainbow sprinkles please.” she nodded, writing it down on a piece of paper that was covered in several splotches of multi-colored ice cream. She turned her gray eyes to Jennifer, pushing her square periwinkle glasses up.

“And for you?” her eyes fell on our entwined hands. “Oh, did Itell you that couples eat half off on any sundae of your choice?” 

My face turned several shades of amber. A couple? I can't say I haven't thought about it, I mean I thought about it almost every time I saw her. 

“I mean-'' I started to say, stuttering along the entire way, tripping on my words.

“We're not a couple,” Jennifer interjected. My heart sunk at her tone. Distasteful, sad, and…

 Is she crying? The blond girl's smile finally faltered now her expression screamed awkward and concerned.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to,” she stuttered, trying to find the words. “What would you like to order?” The room went silent all except for the song Notion playing in the background on the speakers, and the clock ticking slowly in the corner of the room.

“ Tammie, I think I have to go home,” she said, still looking at the ground, her shoulders shaking and back hunched over.

“Wait, please just-” I tried to say as she dashed out of the building. I saw her tear down a street into the park. I stood there, frozen in place as if I had been shot.

“Ma'am… here. Take this, my treat.” I turned around to have my order being held a few inches away from my face. I couldn't even react, I just nodded and grabbed it from her pale hands.

“I'm so sorry,” she apologized. 

“But for what?” I thought, “She had done nothing wrong, no one had, for that matter.”

“It's fine,”I whispered. 

“TAMMIE!” someone yelled from the front of the store. I whipped around to see one of the best sprinters on the track team, my teammate Nora, ready and waiting in her pristine uniform.

“Come on dude.” she called, entering the store as the jingling silver bell rang again. “We have practice today, we're gonna be late if you don't hurry up.” I pulled out a five and placed it on the display table, taking a bite out of my ice cream. I plastered a smile, turning around, looking at her confused face.

“I'm coming.” 

                                                   ….

I was aggravated that's for sure, all I could think about was the interaction I had with Jennifer and it was eating me up. My ponytail swung as I walked through the bustling sidewalks of New York, and up the several flights of concrete stairs on my way back home. I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize how dark it had gotten until I looked up slightly to see the sun setting the sky a deep purple. I scanned the crowds of strangers seeing the couples, the random people, and a few groups of dressed up girls wickedly laughing with a sneer on all their faces. Doing only where I can assume was trouble.  I sighed, wishing I could find Jennifer here. Maybe I would be able to ask about what had happened at the ice cream parlor. But sadly hoping that I could find Jennifer in a group of thousands of people after not talking to her for so long was going to be impossible. Since she was clearly avoiding me. The last time I had seen her was tough for both of us, and I knew that but it had been so long; the early snow on the ground was my clear indicator. It was pretty obvious to see, even for people who weren't involved in our lives; both of us needed some space to cool off. I was getting a little too attached to her then, but this was ridiculous. I was so lost in thought that I accidentally ran into someone, the two of us falling to the ground with a scream. People turned to us all around only to turn and keep walking

“I'm so sorry i-”I look up to be met with  green eyes, her beautiful green eyes. She stood there practically gasping for air, skin flushed, and sweaty; as if she had just ran an entire marathon in 10 minutes. 

“Oh my god!”I whispered beaming at her,” it's been so long I missed you,what happened? Oh i'm so relieved, whats-”

“Jennifer, where the hell do you think you're going?” called a voice as sweet as honey. I looked up gazing over her brown hair to look at  the heads in the direction of the voice.and standing there were the girls in high heels and all dressed up with, if it's possible, looked even more wicked. My blood ran cold. tabatha. looked back at jennifer who scrambled up 

“Umm nothing…” stuttered Jennifer, fiddling with one of her many loose strands of hair.

“What's happened here?” there was a maniacal giggling from across the sidewalk. The clicking of heels and next thing I know there's a slim shadow covering the ground I sat on. I rolled my eyes standing up and brushing my jeggings off. I turned to be met with hazel eyes and a perfect smile ,I glared back crossing my arms.

“Is there a reason you're bothering my friend?”the smile seemed to get brighter.

“Nice to see you as well Tammie,” she replied coolly looking down at her nails, no doubt admiring their fakeness.

taking a slight step back towards jennifer, the moment i did,i felt her arms latch onto my right, practically clutching my sleeves as if it was her life line.and maybe it was with the sudden jump she gave to tabatha walking forward her eyes scanning, judging our very souls.all of a sudden those perfect lips tied up into her signature smirk, the most vile thing i have ever felt built up in my stomach as it twisted.

“So babe, this is your new girlfriend,”she stated loudly goading the small group behind her to giggle,” i must say she's quite pathetic, you could do so much batter.” hse took a few strides over, getting so close I could smell her overly expensive perfume, so close I could see her layering of foundation and eye make up. I practically fell down trying to get away from all the memories and deja vu flooding my senses. 

“Go away and leave us alone,”I paused,”and don't call me babe.” she pursed her naturally pink lips and narrowed her eyes at me, only to turn her fiery gaze unto jennifer.

“You really aren't worth much, its right to hurt yourself like you do,”she sneered in the malicious voice i thought i only got to hear, i remember those exact words, but in a different time and place.my face contorted in rage as i storm up and slapped her, the sound seemed to echo across the surrounding concrete building

“Never, ever talk to her like that again,”I practically shouted, as she backed up, shocked, angry, and confused.

“ fine,” she said through gritted teeth,” but I hope you both end up dead on the sidewalk some day.” That's when she shoved me, hard.not into a building, not into the ground,but into the black roads of oncoming traffic.Time seemed to slow around me, as the loudest honking sound of a bus i have  ever heard in my life rang in my ears, a cry of distress and then something grabbed me and swung me back. There was a loud crash, a scream of pain, people, noise; everything was there. I fell onto the sidewalk as my head hit the ground, the splitting headache leaving me in a confused dase. I looked around trying to thank my savior, but there was only an ambulance and a doctor of sorts trying to reach me.  All I could think about was how scared Jennifer must be… where is jennifer. I whipped my head around trying to find her the adrenaline kick in once more.

“Jennifer,”i shouther over the noise of the crowd. And all of a sudden it went practically silent; and that's when I saw her;crumpled on the ground, chest heaving, blood across the street and dripping from her torso, her white shirt stained red and bloody.  I shoved through people,the ruins of a bus and part of an ambulance trying to get people out was more exciting, more worrisome than just one to them. dropping  to my knees, I looked over at her, hyperventilating. I tried to find something I can do to help as the background chatter seemed to grow evermore louder. 

“Critical condition-”

“Can't move to unstable-”

It grew and grew some more, the voices sweeping me up into a frenzy of thoughts like a hurricane.

“Tammie,” a soft voice called from below me, my world quieted as I looked down at Jennifer's weak smiling face.

“Did i e-ever tell you how pretty your eyes are,”she questions softly, bringing a shaking bloody hand to my face. I brought it closer holding it there, as I shook my head no, trying to find the words, anything I could say. She shuddered in pain as she forced a laugh. She looked back up at me as her eyes closed,

“I love you”she whispered to me so quietly i barely heard,”did you know that?” her hand fell limp as she exhaled.

                                                                                                                         … 

I have never run so hard. Never been so in distress that I pushed myself to those limits. I got home and immediately started a course to my bedroom, ignoring my older brother trying to get my attention, questioning my bloodied attire. I shut the door shut, peeling out of my shoes, and leaving them in a heap on the carpeted floors, as I closed my blinds, exiling all light. I couldn't relax, my brain slower than usual and yet faster at the same time, and my mind emptied. Except for the things I wanted to forget. I sighed, closing my eyes, standing in the middle of the room.

“What had I done? How could I help?” I closed my eyes as I sank to the bottom of the floor,  “  Why do I feel so numb? please just feel something.”  opening my eyes ,I practically fell onto my neatly made bed, the white and gray comforter enveloping me in its warm hug as it to become stained.I gazed around my room; up at my star-covered siling, the framed photo covered walls of my achievements and memories,and to my fairy lights strung right above my head. But the final thing I laid my eyes on, sitting on my bedside table staring right at me, my own smiling face right along with Jennifer’s; the two of us sitting on a beach we visited two months before school started. I picked it up, studying Jennifer. Her smiling face in this photo is so different from the time earlier today. Suddenly a wave of pent up aggression and feelings  washed down on me like a tidal wave. I threw the picture against the wall, tearing up anything that was within my grasp; books, papers; anything that I didn’t tear up was thrown angrily onto the floor or into walls in my meltdown. 

I stood there panting, my chest heaving in breaths as if I had just re-ran all those evening sprints; I looked around as the adrenaline left me standing in my newly destroyed and disheveled room. I looked around in confusion, almost as if I had not been the one to create the destruction in the first place, whipping my head around in every possible direction that my skull would turn to without breaking. I tried to walk around, not really knowing where I was going or what I was going to do, but I stepped all the same, and my foot was brought down on something that I could only assume was not my tan rug. There was a searing pain in my left foot almost as if a  red hot iron had been placed there instead. I yelped in pain as I fell back and onto my rear, the pain of bruising my tailbone was nothing compared to this; I quickly brought my foot up in an attempt to find the culprit of what had brought me pain. My stomach churned and practically did flip as I watched blood trickle out of a large gash where a glass shard stood lodged in my foot. I winced just thinking about what I had to do. Grasping the shard, taking care it wouldn't cut my fingers, I swiftly pulled it out. More blood began to flow, faster now than before. I glanced around where I had fallen to make sure I wouldn't have more shards attacking me, only to be met with a cracked frame and surrounding it, littered with fragments of glass. I picked it up, the picture frame I had thrown practically now falling apart in my hands; its wood was splintered, the glass was shattered and part of it was covered in blood. I gasped, looking down at the familiar photo again my own face sploched with blood as Jennifer's body was slowly covered in a thick sheet of it. My vision blurred, but this time I felt something roll along my cheek; bringing my shaking hands up tentatively, I brushed my fingertips against the spot. I looked down at my wet fingertips covered in my own blood, and now my own tears. I hiccup escaped my lips as I felt more and more overwhelmed, the entire room- no world closing in on me, making it feel like I was trapped as if all this, all the problems ever created in mankind were my doing. I sobbed as if I had never felt real sadness till now.I fell onto my side, curling up into a ball crying for my best friend, for anyone to tell me it wasn't my fault, for the comfort that I gave to everyone else but no one returned, t =o tell me it would be okay. 

“Jennifer,”I whispered hoarsely trying to no avail to wipe the oncoming tears away before reaching previous ones, “Jennifer please- I need you.”

                                                                       …

[jaxjane]

Hiya! I’ve been working on a new project that I’m really excited about, so I figured I’d share it here too. I’ve been trying for quite a while, to figure out how to share how I hear things with other people. FINALLY, after many hours of learning how to use a zoom audio recorder + Adobe Premiere Pro, I think I’m figuring it out:

I was born with single-sided-deafness, meaning my left ear is mostly just ✨decorative✨, and I have a mild hearing loss in my right ear.

So essentially, I hear sound only from one, slightly filtered side. My original goal for this perspective project, was to figure out how to filter audio in real time according to the frequencies I have trouble hearing. This way, anyone wearing the earbuds connected to my computer would be able to hear what I hear, while they did whatever it was they were doing in that moment.

My knowledge of technology limited me significantly. So that’s on hold for now…

So, I took another path, and played around with RECORDED sound.

On my YouTube, you can now find a video of me reading Going Deaf,  a poem by Miller Williams (see below for link to the poem). I chose this poem because I felt like it really spoke to my own experiences of frustration relating to hearing loss. I’ve found that most people (not all) have very little patience for anyone who can’t hear. After a single try, most people throw in the dreaded, “never mind” Or worse,  “I’ll tell you later” -an empty promise.

The first reading of the poem contains unedited audio. The second time the recording plays, you will hear the audio as I would heard it. I was able to  create audio filters for the frequencies that I have difficulty hearing and have turned them down to match my hearing tests. This may go without saying, but this is NOT 100% accurate to my own experiences of sound. It’s about as accurate as I could get, with the technology available to me.

I’m hoping to expand this project with more recorded experiences of my actual daily life (and maybe at some point, that real-time simulation I was talking about). For now, the video will be linked in the description of this post. Alternatively, my Youtube is linked in my bio.

HEADPHONES ARE NECESSARY TO EXPERIENCE THE FULL EFFECT OF THE VIDEO, AND MAKE SURE “MONO-AUDIO” AND ANY OTHER CUSTOM SOUND FILTERS ARE TURNED OFF IN YOUR PHONE’S SETTINGS. Feel free to let me know what you think about the experience of hearing through my ears in the comments. I’m curious to hear what you have to say!

EDIT: Link to Going Deaf by Miller Williams https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52373/going-deaf 

[gretavanfleetposts]

It's You and Me

Author's Note: Intermission from persuasion to bring you soft Jake smut inspired by the song we’re all listening to at the moment, Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush, so listen to that song while you read this and hopefully it just transports you lol (also this is unedited so I apologize for any mistakes! I wrote it very quickly and on a whim while I was supposed to be working, as one does)

Content Warnings: penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact)

Summary: Jake can't sleep so the two of you take a drive.

Word Count: 1.5k

Music, drifting, floating through the darkness and resting upon your ears as you tumbled out of a dream. You’d recognize Jake’s fingers strumming his guitar anywhere, instantly.

You followed the sound through the darkness conjured up by the hour, 3am to be exact. And it led you, hand in hand, to where Jake sat in his home studio playing his acoustic guitar with no real intention, only that enough to keep his fingers busy and take his mind off his restlessness.

Padding gently through the doorway and leaning against the wooden frame, you stole his attention away from his guitar with your form.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

You shook your head. “I don’t mind. I'd rather be awake with you than asleep alone.”

A warm smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of you, disheveled, having been pulled from your dreamlike state by the twang of his guitar.

"Come with me," he said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, as he set his guitar down and met you in the doorway, taking your hand as he turned to leave with you trailing behind.

"Where are we going?"

"Wanna go for a drive."

It wasn't long after that you both found yourself in his car, driving along the dark, empty road with the radio telling tales of old 80s classics that you had begun to associate with nights like these. Restless nights were plenty with Jake and early morning drives were your favorite. Your own little tradition.

Music, now drifting through car speakers, softly, lazily as if the car itself were sleepy. One of Jake's hands gripped the wheel as the other grasped your thigh just below where the hem of your shorts fell, the passing street lamps the only light illuminating his hand digging into your skin.

You appreciated the dips in your plush skin created by his fingers through every ephemeral pass of golden light against a black background, the shadows of his fingertips dancing along with the fleeting glow of flickering bulbs.

Your eyes trailed up his arm extended out to you, following the veins flowing through his forearm like rivers squiggling lines of warmth along his skin, up to where his hair met his shoulder, cascading down into loose waves brought out by the humidity. Your eyes continued upward, following the line of his jaw along toward his lips, plush, pink, slightly parted as he mouthed along to a song, up the strong curve of his nose and up further along his forehead disappearing into his hair tousled off to the side in a messy part.

You watched as the same intermittent light danced across his face, creating long shadows down his cheekbones the way the stage lights often did when he was putting on a show. It was quieter now though, void of screaming fans and giant speakers. It was just the two of you and endless road.

"Stop staring," he whispered over to you with a smile teasing at the corner of his mouth, never taking his eyes off the road.

"No," you whispered back with a smile, still staring at his beauty with not a single ounce of shame.

He was breathtaking and part of you was afraid that if you turned away, you'd wake from whatever dream it was that you were clearly living, destined to live your life without him. You couldn't imagine it, couldn't bear it.

His hand clung harder to your thigh, his driving speeding up and increasing the frequency of the lights and trees zooming past. It was almost a strange feeling as you kept your eyes fixed on him as the world passed by all around you, like the two of you were there, frozen in time.

It was enticing, the thought of being frozen in time with him.

You recognized the turn the car made into an overlook, hanging over the city lights from a distance but still surrounded closely by trees and a dim, quiet ambiance. It was a secluded spot that you occasionally visited on drives like these, taking moments to stop and look and just be together in the dark, a beautiful view surrounding you on all sides.

His hand left your thigh momentarily to turn up the radio slightly before he turned toward you, leaning his body over the center console, and kissing you deeply, slowly, softly, until it was soft no longer, his tongue pushing past your lips with eagerness as you opened your mouth for him.

Limbs, clumsy, climbing to find him as you cross the barrier between you, separating you from his touch. It was hardly graceful as you took your seat on his lap, your thighs straddling his own as he laughed against your lips at the effort.

His tongue practically down your throat, his hands squeezing your ass, the radio crackling in the background, his erection pressed firmly between your thighs, a dizzying combination of sensations as you pulled him closer to you with a grip in his hair.

"We should move to the backseat," he breathed in between the work of his lips.

Far less graceful was the trip to the backseat as you maneuvered first and Jake practically fell against you. A flurry of clothes and bumping limbs against hard plastic doors and one another followed as giggling filled the car to the backdrop of Kate Bush making a deal with God, all the while the two of you making a silent deal with one another to drive away and escape every chance you had, just to be alone together. Just to do this.

Music, your own now, competing with the radio as he pushed inside of you with his pants barely pushed below his hips. Hardly tangible curses being swallowed by one another as his pace picked up a rhythm that matched the song playing on in the background.

"Fuck, you feel good," he panted against your neck as his hand swiped along the condensation of the window looking for purchase as steam filled the car with the close mingling of your bodies, both desperate for one another and dripping with lust, hot to the touch and never satiable.

The cool metal of the heavy necklaces slung around Jake’s neck resting now on your chest as he moved inside of you was a shocking sensation compared to the temperature of his skin against yours, searing and now wet with sweat and exertion.

“You fit me so perfectly,” he whispered. “Like you were made to take my cock. Like you were made for me.”

His words traveled through your body, igniting a flame in every single nerve, across every inch of your skin as you arched up into him, the angle of his hips driving his cock into toe-curling spots. Coming undone in the cramped space of his backseat, beneath his hands where you belonged, it was the only thing that would ever make perfect sense to you.

A cacophony of moans, a much more harmonious mixture of pleasure than you had ever experienced with anyone else, pulsed through the car as Jake pushed you both over the edge simultaneously.

Your hands held him close to you, letting you cling to him, unable and unwilling to let him go just then. It was just like before when you were afraid to wake up. Only this time the dream had drawn you even further in and you feared if you let him go, his warmth would forever evade you.

You were content to be there that way with him forever.

His hands reaching up to cradle your face, he left the taste of his skin on your lips as he pulled you into a searing kiss.

“It’s you and me; you know that, right?” he asked, a gentle whisper above the fading tempo of electronic drums and melancholy vocals.

You nodded, breathless, cocooned by his touch and his smell. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I could stay here forever with you.”

Exchanged glances as the road was once again ahead of you, your hand brought up to his lips as he placed a sweet kiss upon the back of it, smiles and giggles replacing the music. He would sleep well when you arrived back at home. And so would you.

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Dylan Couch Drabble ? Thing? ?

Unedited and haven’t written in a couple months so it’s a bit rusty but had the inspo so, enjoy I hope? ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

OH MY GOSH! THANK YOU FOR THIS!

Anon is continuing what they submitted HERE, so I will add it on the beginning to keep it all together.

I am truly blessed that this lovely human would write something so yummy to appease my ridiculous interview kink ;) So for you? I made a GIF <3

Blessssss!

- Trashy xoxox

After a long day of press interviews Dylan slides his laptop back on the table and leans back on the couch, head tilted back and watches out from under his lashes as you walk out of your bedroom across the living space toward the kitchen.

He catches your eyes and just lifts his arms up in a silent request, holds them out until your settle yourself down into his lap, your head in the curve of his neck and your hands resting on the broad span of his chest

“Hi.” Your voice is a whisper in Dylan’s neck and you lower your body down until you’re seated in his lap. The soft loose fabric of his sweatpants drags against your bare thighs and you shiver at the warmth of him. You had been cosy under the covers of your bed just moments prior where you’d tucked away for the afternoon with your book.

With Dylan doing press most of the day you had made use of the day getting through your to-do list that would no doubt be full again by your next day off. With the evening approaching, the home clean and Dylan needing silence for his zoom calls, curling up with a book had been an easy choice.

The hours had slipped by and it wasn’t till you heard the break of the gentle lilt of Dylan’s low voice through the walls that you realised he must be done for the day. It had been hours since you’d seen him, well, had his attention and you were on your feet before you realised to go see him.

Dylan’s hands are quick to find the shape of you, palms resting flat on your bare thighs where you’d forgone pants hours earlier while doing laundry. His body is broad and hot against the line of your couch, and his touch is warm on your cool skin. You listen to his slow pattern of breathing, the fog of sirens sounding in the distance, and the low patter of rain that has been at the tall windows all day.

Your eyes dip closed and your fingers make lazy patterns on his chest against the light grey of his long sleeve. You can’t help but to touch.

Dylan’s smile presses into your hair after a few more breaths, and he pauses there before his mouth finds the shell of your ear. “Hey you,” he mutters, an intimate greeting more suited in a crowded room than the empty living space, with only Tony in attendance, happily asleep in the corner.

“All done, hotshot?” you asked and feel the gentle shake of Dylan’s chest in answering laughter.

“You’re stupid,” he huffs back and his fingers slip up under the edge of the jumper that’s sitting at your thighs.

“Don’t worry, kid, one of these days you’ll make it big and you won’t have to work all these long excruciating hours,” you tease back, your own fingers searching up to find the neckline of Dylan’s shirt and curling around it.

“Oh my god.” Dylan’s voice is a rasp and you push closer to hide your grin in the line of his throat. Your tilt your head to draw your lips over the vein that outlines his Adam’s apple, more pronounced now from his hours of talking and laughter.

You listen to his slow pattern of breathing, the fog of sirens sounding in the distance, and the low patter of rain that has been at the tall windows all day. Your eyes dip closed and your fingers make lazy patterns on his chest against the light grey of his long sleeve. You can’t help but to touch.

You tilt your head to draw your lips over the vein that outlines his Adam’s apple, more pronounced now from his hours of talking and laughter. You listen to his heart steady under your ear and sigh, push yourself up on your knees ever so slightly to sit your hips back and tuck your body in closer to him, knees pressed to the back of the couches, bodies pressed as close as possible.

Dylan lets out a happy grunt at the movement and one hand leaves one of your thighs to wrap around your waist, as if you could get closer. “Miss me?” he asks. You don’t need to look at him to know the smug smile on his face, the light in his eyes.

“You just make this place so cold,” you huff, your actions betray you as you wrap an arm around Dylan’s neck now, the other slinging over his shoulders to gently scratch your nails of the bulk of muscle of his shoulder.

“And you don’t wear pants,” he replies, his hand has finally found its way from your thigh to the curve of your ass, holding the weight of it in his palm.

“Might have to start if you keep it this cool.” It’s an empty threat but he lets out a noise of objection nonetheless, squeezes you closer still.

“You been like this all day?“ he asked and you know what he means by the way his fingers are drifting up from your ass to your lower back and down again, the fabric of your jumper gathering up with the motion of his wrist.

“Had to wash my jeans I had on, so yeah, after laundry,” you answer and press a few lazy kisses on the warm curve of his neck.

“Mmm...and all this time I was out here working hard and you were just in there looking like that,” Dylan sighs as though he’s undergone some great injustice, as though he didn’t wake up to you naked in his arms this morning before following you into the shower.

“That’s showbiz, baby,” you mumble, do some abstract display of jazz hands against his back, and laugh when his hand comes down against your ass in an open-palmed smack.

“Behave,” he huffs.

You giggle open and bright into his throat, and mumble, 'naughty' into his skin as his hand weaves through your hair to cradle your head.

“Your favourite thing to be,” he replies and eases you away from his neck so he can look at you properly in the low dimming light of the early evening.

When you pull back and look at him you can see the tiredness around his eyes, and as much as you tease him, he does exhaust himself doing these. Dylan is genuine to a fault, he engages in all interviews and conversations and gives them his energy and focus and you know he gets anxious at times about more private topics being bought up. You smile at him then, and reach your hand to cup his cheek, rub your fingers gently over his jaw and chin, soft touches that he leans into.

Dylan hums and his eyes fall shut and you love how he loves affection like this, how he always wants you right there close to him. He smells like hair product and your moisturiser he used this morning, and he’s looking down at you in slow blinks of dark eyes and long lashes before his hand gathers under your chin to tug you in.

Dylan kisses like he talks with intent focus and passion, licks into your mouth like his home is behind your teeth. You kiss hot and slow until you pull away with fluttery breaths, and he chases your mouth with a few small pecks, to the top and bottom lip, to your teeth when you let out a small laugh.

He groans and ducks his head for your neck, hand still petting at your ass and waist as he kisses at your throat, the other slid down from your chin to just below where his mouth is on you now.

Your hands smooth down Dylan’s back, the soft cotton under touch the shape of lines of his broad frame that taper to his waist, the way his body is strong under you with every breath. You feel Dylan pause and your hand goes to his hair, scratching through lazily as you decide to nudge your hips closer, a silent ask for him to keep going so you can both get what you want.

Dylan hums and the hand on your ass grips to keep the heat of you pressed to his lap, but the other reaches to your jaw and turns your head to look back at the computer that’s propped up on the table still. “Mm should do my interviews like this,” he breaths as your eyes focus on the picture you and Dylan make in the reflection of the screen.

It looks dirty and makes you pulse with want. The idea of anyone else seeing the way he’s got you now, bundled up like a wanting little present on his crotch, a hand slipped up under your jumper enough to lift it and show the curve of your bare ass where you can’t see the line of your thong, the other hand wrapped around your jaw, making you look.

“Mmm...that’s an exclusive Mr. O’Brien,” you whisper as you turn into his kiss.

[natsbaby]

All I want for Christmas is a break

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: It’s almost Christmas and Scarlett’s gonna do everything and anything in her power to get whatever you desire, even the weirdest requests

Warning: unedited

A/N: I saw a post about this idea on subtle asian traits (FULL CREDITS TO THAT POST FOR THIS IDEA) and it made me laugh so hard I can’t HAHAHA it’s finally Christmas in my timezone so Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope you guys enjoy this holiday may it be with friends, family or even on your own!

Before meeting Scarlett, you loved the holidays because it’s the time where you get to hang out with family since you migrated for work right after university. Now after being in a 5 year relationship with Scarlett, who you plan to marry in the near future, the holidays is your greatest nightmare.

Scarlett is AMAZING at gifts because she can literally buy you the rarest thing in the world with a few phone calls and a little persuasion which is probably how she managed to score a date with you in the first place. While she is great at getting gifts for you, you on the other hand have the worse time getting something she’d genuinely love. She always tells you that she’d appreciate any surprise you give her but with you and the huge ego you have, you can’t back down without a solid fight.

You close the lid of your laptop with a defeated sigh as you slump down onto your table, gently banging your forehead against the table.

“I give up” you say with every bang on the table, looking to the side to see Liho, your cat who you adopted before meeting Scarlett and named such as a joke but stuck, staring at you with a nonchalant look. “I can’t think of anymore surprises my brain is all squeezed out”

You’ve been trying to find possible Christmas gifts for the past few hours in the kitchen, hoping and praying that you managed to get some bits and pieces from your relationship that would help you decide on a surprise. Liho gets up from his laying position on top of your desk, walking up to you as he nuzzles his head against your cheek softly with a soft purr. You chuckle slightly as you get up while petting him.

“Maybe I should just.. ask, right? Saves me the trouble and all” You grin as Liho nods, giving his head a little peck. Scarlett’s currently in her home office and in a Zoom meeting with some producers and the director for a movie she’s set on filming after the holidays. You quietly go up to the closed door, gently knocking to get her attention.

“Scarlett?” You wait a few moments, hearing the multiple voices talking above and to each other through the call.

As Scarlett hears your voice, she puts herself on mute as she glances at the closed door in between the two of you. “Yea? What is it?”

“Sorry to disturb you but, what do you want for Christmas?” Scarlett pauses for a moment as she thinks of what she wants while her meeting continues playing through her laptop. With the stress of getting financing for the upcoming Black Widow movie to trying to work with the pandemic going on, her stress levels are through the roof.

She sighs as she puts her pen down, rubbing her face slightly with the palm of her hand. “All I want is a break”

You raise your eyebrow in concern as you hear her, but shrugging your shoulders without a second thought. “Alright, thank you!”

She hears your footsteps as you walk away, chuckling slightly as she opens her locked drawer by her table. She takes out the small velvet box, gently opening it with a soft smile on her face.

“She’s gonna love this Christmas so much”

“And… done!” You say with an accomplished grin as you hang the last stocking on the mantel of the fire place, taking a step back to admire your handiwork. “Whatcha think buddy?”

Liho gets up the mantel, looking at the line of stockings for you, Scarlett, and himself then back at you. You pout at the cat as he stares back at you with a deadpan look. “Oh come on, I made sure to fill yours up with all your favorite things”

You hear a chuckle behind you before feeling Scarlett turn you around so you could face her, placing her hands on your waist. “Why did you make Liho’s stocking so small? The poor stocking would burst from all the things you shoved inside”

You narrow your eyes at the grinning blonde as you let out a huff. “It’s cute”

She chuckles as she kisses your forehead softly, petting the back of your head gently. “Tell that to Liho who’s ready to kill you tonight”

You look back at the pissed off cat, smiling as you pet his head gently. “I’ll get you a bigger one next year, promise”

“Come on, it’s almost time for dinner so we should get ready” You both decided to keep it simple this year, keeping the festivities to between the two of you tonight so you could eat with your families within the next week before New Years.

After getting ready and having a wonderful meal together, it’s time to open gifts with you both on the floor. After a round of rock paper scissors, Scarlett goes first, turning to you as she hands you a big box wrapped to perfection with a big red ribbon wrapped around it.

“Merry Christmas, my love” you blush profusely as you shyly take the box from her. As you put it in front of you and kneel to properly open it, your jaw drops as a golden retriever puppy’s head pops out greeting you with a series of yaps. Scarlett laughs as the puppy jumps out of the box to tackle you to the ground, licking your face as you giggle nonstop.

“Oh my god! It’s a puppy!” You squeal happily as the puppy gets off you and starts to run in circles, greeting Liho in the process.

“I know you’ve always wanted a dog, and Liho might get lonely while we’re out so I thought it’s time” Scarlett explains as the puppy finally reaches the two of you again. The puppy takes a few steps before flopping onto his stomach, panting happily with his tongue lolled to the side.

You had mentioned in a passing conversation with Scarlett months ago that you wanted a golden retriever or any family friendly dog for when you have kids together just to make things official and you tear up slightly at the thought that this might be her way of saying she’s ready for that next step with you. You lean in to give Scarlett a soft peck on the lips, grinning at her happily.

“Gosh I love you so much” Scarlett chuckles at your doopey but heart eyes look, smiling and giving you a peck back. “I love you too baby, I think it’s your turn”

You grab the gift from behind you, passing a significantly smaller box than Scarlett’s and wrapped really poorly since you’re so bad at it compared to her.

“Sorry for the mountain of tape, and I hope you like it!” You start as Scarlett starts to rip it open with the help of a cutter. “I still don’t know why you asked for this, but I thought I might as well since it was rather easy to get”

Scarlett finally opens it to reveal a red brick. She stares at it for a moment in complete shock, completely lost to why you got her a brick for Christmas. She looks at you with a “please help me” look as you chuckle at her.

“Do you remember when I asked you two weeks ago about your gift?” She nods slowly as she tries to remember that day, allowing you to continue. “Well, you said all I want is a brick so I got you a brick”

A lightbulb turns on in Scarlett’s head, a wave of clarification goes through her before she realizes that you still got her a brick without questions asked even though there was a miscommunication due to the door. She starts to laugh at the thought as you give a confused and concerned look.

“Do you hate it?” You ask sadly as Scarlett shakes her head no, stopping herself and kissing you on the forehead as she cups your cheek with her hand gently.

“Oh my darling baby” she cooes fondly as she caresses your cheek with the pad of her thumb gently.

“I said break, not brick, but gosh I love you so much” Your eyes widen in response, finally understanding what she meant.

“OHHHHH OKAY” Scarlett laughs at your shocked expression, giving you another kiss on the forehead as she pulls you onto her lap so she could wrap her arms around you, nuzzling her face into your neck.

“Gosh, marry me you dork”

[mercurygguk]

black dye. | jjk (m)

➵ summary; black has always been your favorite hair color for your boyfriend but now there’s a fake eyebrow piercing added into the mix – there’s simply no way you can resist him.

series masterlist · main masterlist

pairing; idol!jungkook x female reader

word count; 5,382

rating; 18+

content; black haired jungkook makes a comeback, established relationship, smut/fluff (basically pwp with tiny hints of fluff), oc is still simping over her bf- aren’t we all??

warnings; making out, breast/nipple play, dom!jungkook/sub!reader, dirty talk, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, cum-eating, hair pulling, choking, degrading names (jk calls oc ‘slut’ lol), unprotected sex, spanking, light biting, multiple orgasms, slight exhibitionism

a/n; soooo muster happened ... and jungkook hasn’t left my mind for two whole days (as if he ever leaves it lol) this is a filthy smut with jk bc i just can’t help myself :D i hope you like it, enjoy! 

also, this is unedited af so if you see typos, no you didn’t!!

You had no idea what to expect when you received a text from Jungkook in which he asked you to come to the new HYBE building. Big Hit recently changed their name and built a whole new headquarters building with offices, practice rooms, fitness and whatever else those idols need. Jungkook has been very excited to finally show you which then leads to his text, asking you to meet him there when his workday is over. But like you said, you have no idea what to expect when you arrive at the HYBE building, entering it and giving your name at the front desk. You text Jungkook to let him know you’re in the lobby, waiting patiently for him to come get you. The truth is, you have no idea where to go or what elevator to take or if you should go to the basement because maybe they placed the offices down there? Your thoughts are all over the place as you scan the lobby, reading the different signs with arrows on them to guide people in case they’re just as lost as you are right now. 

You’re taking it all in, noticing the sleek, modern design of the interior and the simple furniture in colors of white, black and beige. A few plants and flowers are placed around on small tables and fancy lamps are on the walls, creating some sort of unique design that fascinates you to a point where you’re completely oblivious to the way your boyfriend sneaks up behind you, sliding his arms around your waist. You’re slightly startled, grasping his arms around you to support yourself as if you were about to fall. You turn your head to glance at him as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Oh,” you breathe out, “hey.”

He chuckles at the way you instantly relax at the sight of him, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Hey baby, did I scare you?”

You turn around to face him entirely, his arms falling from your waist. “Yeah, I-” you begin to answer him but your words come to a halt as you finally take a good look at him. You pictured him with long, purple hair in your mind before you had turned around but it was gone, completely chopped off into a short, black hairstyle. He left your shared home this morning with a purple man-bun and now it’s completely black and cut short. Jungkook notices the way you’re staring, eyebrows knitted together in confusion as your eyes zoom in on his head. You can’t help but notice the way his cheeks are slightly more round than before, his new hairstyle making him look soft and yet he looks like he could ruin you in a matter of minutes, his black hair making you feel some type of way. You feel a rush of something familiar run through your body when you remove your eyes from his hair. He’s smiling like a damn bunny when your eyes meet his. “What happened to your hair?”

“Oh, yeah,” he smirks, running a veiny, tattooed hand through his hair, exposing his forehead where the rhinestones he’s become so fond of lately are attached to the top and bottom of his one eyebrow. You swear it looks more and more real for every day he wears them. “I got a haircut.”

You hum. “I can see that,” you mutter, eyes flicking back to his hair as he runs his hand through it one more time before dropping it by his side. 

“You don’t like it?” He asks, suddenly frowning as you stay quiet, still staring at his hair. You really thought the purple hair would be the worst thing that could happen to you, but as he stands here with his natural, black hair while dressed in an entirely black outfit consisting of an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of loose, black-washed jeans and with his tattoos on full display, you’re rethinking the whole situation. And then you realize that the jokes are on you once again because the only thing on your mind now is the fact that he looks incredibly hot in his all black attire. 

“No, no!” you quickly assure him and then scramble to find the right words because you’re pretty sure his frown just became a tad bit deeper in both corners, “I mean, yes, I-I do like it. It looks good, you look good. Fuck, you always look good, Kook.”

His smile returns in a matter of seconds as he reaches out to grab your hand, fingers intertwining out of habit. He chuckles at you when your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, his smile turning into a smirk as he pulls you along towards the elevators. You stay quiet as you let him guide you, afraid you’ll say something entirely else if you keep talking. Once the door closes behind the two of you, he presses the button of the 11th floor. Your breathing is heavy as you stand beside him, staring straight ahead. Jungkook’s hand is loosely wrapped around yours, his thumb slowly caressing the back of your hand. It’s a sweet action but you know something else is bubbling underneath the surface between the two of you. Suddenly the elevator seems very small as it fills with unspoken tension. Without a word Jungkook moves to stand in front of you, caging you between his body and the wall of the elevator. You look up at him, immediately taking notice of the way his eyes are slightly hooded and darker than his usual doe eyes.

His eyes are focused on your lips, shifting between them and your eyes as he leans in closer, hand still tightly clutching yours as if you’d slip away if he let go. His other hand moves up to cup your cheek, pulling you in the last few inches to connect his mouth with yours. His lips are soft as always, kissing you blissfully. Your free hand reaches out to grasp his t-shirt, gripping the fabric tightly in your fist as he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. A small moan tumbles from your lips as his tongue brushes against yours. The hand cupping your cheek falls down to slide around your waist, pulling your body closer against his own. You immediately feel the bulge in his pants as it pokes your hip, giving away that he’s just as horny for you as you are for him.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out as he briefly pulls away to take a breath before diving back in, his kisses undoubtedly hungrier than before. Your hand falls from his grip as he slides his other hand around your waist too, keeping you flush against him as he begins peppering kisses over your jawline and neck. The hand he just let go of automatically buries itself in his now short hair, the strands still long enough to get a good grip on them. Jungkook hisses against the skin on your neck as you tug on his hair, a soft whimper escaping you at the feeling of his lips on you. When he starts sucking on your skin, you gasp as it dawns on you where you are. “Jungkook- fuck, we’re not doing it in an elevator,” you tell him, not doing anything to stop him from marking you up.

“Why not, baby?” Jungkook hums against your neck before lifting his head to face you fully, a small smirk on his lips, “you don’t like the idea of getting caught, huh? Scared someone might hear you?”

You roll your eyes at his words. “Shut up,” you sigh, pulling him back in to catch his lips in a kiss. Jungkook is smirking against your mouth as his hands slide down to grab your ass tightly. Just as he’s about to hoist you up and make you wrap your legs around his waist, the elevator comes to a stop and a ding sounds, indicating that you have arrived at the requested floor. A small groan falls from Jungkook’s lips as he lets go of you, an annoyed expression on his face as he wraps his hand around yours again, tugging you with him out of the elevator.

“Kook,” you chuckle as you walk beside him, looking up at him. He’s looking around as if to see if there’s anyone around on the floor you just stepped onto. You don’t catch on to what he’s planning inside that horny mind of his, busy trying to stifle your laughter because he looks so offended that he didn’t get to do anything else but make out with you inside the elevator. “Stop being so moody, we can literally just go home and continue,” you tell him, laughing as you say it.

“There’s no way I’ll be able to wait,” he grumbles, tugging you along as he turns a corner of a hallway. You follow behind as he opens a door to a room and moves inside. The light turns on as you both enter the room, lighting it up. You look around, quickly acknowledging that you’re in a dance studio. Mirrors are on the back wall, windows from one end to the other on another wall. Your eyes are focused on the view as Jungkook presses himself against you from behind, arms sliding around your waist. You lean back against him while looking at the skyline of Seoul. He dips his head down to attach his lips to your skin again. As he leaves a few love bites on your neck, you let out a heavy sigh as your head falls back against his shoulder. He sucks a certain spot on your neck until he’s sure bruises will appear within the next few hours. You moan at the feeling, absolutely losing your mind at the way he’s so keen on marking you. Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slowly begin to move up beneath the sweatshirt you chose to wear today. It was quite chilly outside when you left your home to meet Jungkook at work.

His hands slide underneath your sweatshirt, moving up to cup your bra-clad breasts. You push back against him, a soft moan falling from your lips as he kisses his way up to right behind your ear. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as you feel his tongue dart out, licking the shell of your ear.

“Been thinking about you all day, baby,” he rasps against your ear, his voice sending chills down your spine and his words causing your stomach to tingle. Truth is Jungkook hasn't been able to get you out of his mind since he left your shared bed this morning. You looked so beautiful as you laid there, naked and completely unconscious due to sleep and unaware that he was looking at you with a swelling heart. “You looked so pretty wrapped up in the sheets this morning,” he continues as his fingers hook into the cups of your bra, pulling them down to reveal your already stiffened nipples. A quiet gasp escapes you when his fingers brush over them before pinching them softly with the tips of his fingers. “Naked with red cheeks and swollen lips,” he whispers, lips brushing against the skin of your cheek, “completely worn out from last night.”

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper out his name as you recall the way he had so sweetly made love to you last night, grinding your ass against the hardened bulge in his pants. His fingers continue to pinch your nipples, brushing over them before cupping your breasts and squeezing them tightly. Another moan falls from you, the feeling of his hands on your chest enough to make you thoroughly wet between your legs. “Fuck,” you silently whimper, your voice barely above a breathe of air brushing past your lips.

Before you can plead him to do something about your throbbing core, he’s already spinning you around to crash his mouth against yours. His tongue finds yours as he kisses you deeply, desperately. You have no idea what came over him that made him so eager to take you here instead of going home and doing it in the privacy of your shared apartment. But as he kisses you while biting your bottom lip and roaming your body with his tattooed hand, you completely forget to ask him. Instead, you let him walk you backward until you’re pinned against the mirror-covered wall. 

The kisses you share are messy, wet and hungry, like you’ve been starving for days which is far from the truth because Jungkook made you come, like, two times last night. You don’t mind going again though as his hand slides up to wrap around your throat, his fingers tightening and pressing at certain spots that make your head spin. A moan tumbles from your lips and into his mouth, giving away that you’re enjoying how his hand is slightly choking you. Jungkook can’t help but smirk against your lips as he kisses you, slowing down to make it last a bit longer. He’s pretty sure he’ll never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his own. Your hands claw at his t-shirt, desperately trying to find something to grab onto as he slowly kisses you while still lightly cutting off your airways. A low groan emits from his mouth as his other hand slides underneath your sweatshirt again, caressing the skin of your waist.

“Wanna see your mouth stuffed with my cock so bad, baby,” he rasps against your lips. You whimper at his words, wanting nothing more than to suck his cock until he begs you to stop again. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod as best as you can still with his hand around your throat, eager to please him in any way you can. “Yes, Kook,” you moan in reply without hesitation, taking in how he smiles before leaving a soft peck on your lips.

“On your knees,” he says, his smile faltering and turning into a cocky smirk. Fuck, you curse mentally, you’re sure this man will be the freaking death of you at this rate. You drop to your knees between him and the mirror-wall behind you. He watches, pulling his t-shirt up as you begin to undo the zipper and buttons of his jeans. His hard cock springs free as you pull down his boxers along with his jeans, letting them fall around his ankles. His cock bounces as it’s freed, the tip red and angry as it leaks droplets of precum. Your mouth waters at the sight, tongue coming out to lick your lips. You look up at Jungkook as you wrap a hand around the base, eyes staying locked with his as you lean in and press a soft, soft kiss to his sensitive tip.

Your boyfriend lets out a heavy sigh, finally feeling your lips on him after a whole day of thinking about you and your swollen lips. At some point, he even messed up the choreography during dance practice because all he could think about was the way pretty sounds had fallen from your lips last night when he had grinded himself into you until you came all over him. It had earned him a slap on the back of his head from Hoseok and a teasing comment. Hoseok is usually really loose around Jungkook since he so rarely messes up during practice, so Jungkook didn’t really think much of it and kept daydreaming about you.

A hiss leaves through his lips as you swirl your tongue around the tip before sinking down on him, taking as much of him into your mouth as you possibly can. You let yourself sink further and further until you feel his tip against the back of your throat, choking softly. Jungkook lets out a low moan, hand wrapping itself in your hair. “Fuck, just like that,” he breathes out, watching while biting his bottom lip as you begin to bop your head, lips sliding against his shaft so smoothly. For each slide of your mouth, his tip hits the back of his throat and he’s seconds away from rolling his eyes into another dimension, the pleasure almost too much after an entire day of just thinking about getting a blowjob.

After a few bobs of your head and your hand taking care of the rest of him that your mouth can’t cover, Jungkook can’t take it anymore and tightens his hand around your hair, keeping your head in place. “Stay still, baby, let me fuck that perfect mouth of yours,” he tells you, his words coming out in a breathy voice. You let your jaw fall slack as he begins to thrust into your mouth. A mix of saliva and precum makes a good lube, causing him to slide in and out easily. The tip of his cock continues to hit the back of your throat for every thrust. His pace quickens and you’re digging your nails into his thighs, gagging sounds coming from you as he throws his head back in pure pleasure. 

“Love your mouth, baby,” he groans, looking back down at you. You meet his eyes, watching a devilish smirk take over his features as he notices the way your eyes are tearing up from repeatedly choking on his fat cock. “Look at you,” he moans, lips parted and eyebrows knitted together in pleasure as he slows down the pace of his hips, “crying while I fuck your mouth. Always such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

You let out a moan at his words, the vibrations going straight through Jungkook’s cock causing him to hiss, muttering a low ‘shit’. His orgasm is close, luring just around the corner but he’s not done with you yet, far from it to be frank. The feeling of you choking on him, your nails digging into his skin and the moans and whimpers you let out as he calls you a slut, it’s all too much. If he doesn’t pull out soon, he’ll end up shooting his load down your throat. 

“Fuck, don’t wanna cum in your mouth,” he gasps as you let your teeth lightly scrape the soft skin of his shaft, “need your pussy.”

You barely get to breathe as Jungkook removes his cock from your mouth before pulling you to your feet and pressing his lips against yours. Your arms snake around his neck as his own slide around your waist and down to your ass, giving it a good squeeze through your jeans. Your breathing is ragged as you feel his hands coming back up to the hem of your sweatshirt, moving it up to get it off you. You raise your arms, letting him pull it over your head. His lips immediately attach to the skin of your collarbones and the top of your breasts. 

“Jungkook,” you whimper his name as he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, getting it on the first try as always. Show-off, you mentally scoff.

“Yeah, baby?” He hums, sliding your bra off your arms and dropping it to the floor along with your sweater. You gasp in surprise as his lips wrap around a stiff nipple, tongue circling it and teeth biting it, pleasuring it while his hand cups and squeezes the other one. When you answer with nothing but a moan, Jungkook lifts his head to face you, one eyebrow arched. You bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning as his hand drops to cup your core, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit through your jeans. His other hand comes up to pull your lip from between your teeth, silently telling you to not do it. “What is it?”

“D-Don’t tease,” you breathe out, hands cupping his face to pull him back in for a kiss. He kisses you back, unable to resist as you moan against his lips, hands tangling themselves in his black strands of hair. You pull away just enough to whisper against his lips, “just fuck me already, please.”

You can’t wait any longer, the throbbing wetness between your legs unbearable at this point. If Jungkook continues to just feel you up through your jeans, you’re sure he’ll notice your wetness once it begins to soak your jeans too. 

“You wet enough for me?” He asks, voice raspy as he lets his words brush against your lips while slowly beginning to unbutton your jeans. You nod, snaking one arm around his shoulders, clutching his t-shirt in your fist. The other is still cupping his face, hoping it’ll keep him close enough for you to leave a few kisses against his pink lips once in a while. A small gasp emits from your lips when he finally finishes unbuttoning your jeans and slipping his hand inside, fingers running between your wet folds. You whimper when he rubs a few circles against your clit, stimulating it just enough to have you closing your eyes in pleasure. Jungkook is smirking softly as you begin to move your hips against his fingers, desperate to feel some friction. “So desperate,” he whispers, leaving feathery kisses on your cheek and jaw as he sinks two fingers inside of you.

“Oh-,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulder as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, groaning under his breath because of how you’re clenching around them. You’re completely soaked, throbbing and clenching as you silently plead for him to fuck you, to ruin you right here in this not-so-private practice room with a whole wall of just windows. You’re sure if people in the building on the other side of the street would stand by the windows, they’d be able to see you getting fingered by your boyfriend. You don’t give it a single thought as Jungkook hovers his lips over your parted ones. Your heavy breathing hits his lips as he keeps fucking you with his fingers, thumb rubbing circles into your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Jungkook hisses, quickening the pace of his hand, “you hear that, baby? Hear how wet you are?”

“Jungkook!” You mewl his name, your voice whiny. Your head drops back against the mirror behind you as the string in your stomach tightens, stretching and ready to snap at any point by now. Jungkook’s fingers curl inside of you, brushing against a certain spot that has you whimpering and gasping in pleasure.

Jungkook watches your face comfort in pleasure, the way your eyebrows are knitted together and your eyes closed tightly. Your lips are parted, forming an ‘o’ as he pushes you over the edge with just his fingers. “You gonna cum for me, doll?”

You nod vigorously, biting your lip as you lift your head up to look at him. His eyes lock with yours – his brown, hooded eyes holding your gaze as he watches your orgasm wash over you. “Oh my- fuck!” You whine, grabbing his shoulder tightly, nails still digging into his chest. Jungkook’s sure you’ve left marks through his shirt, already aware of the fact that he’ll have to explain that to the stylists tomorrow but he can’t bring himself to care at this very moment as he watches you lose yourself on his fingers, whimpering his name as he fingers you through your orgasm. The feeling intensifies as he keeps fingering you, overstimulation making you whimper, your hand gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to make him stop. “Kook, I can’t-”

“Don’t lie, baby, we both know you can,” he cuts you off, not believing you for a second. He pulled two from you last night, today he’ll get three. 

Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, your chest heaving as high-pitched whines come from your lips. “O-Oh- I’m c-close,” you whimper, losing yourself in the feeling of his thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit. Jungkook knows exactly what to do to make you cum. That might be the reason he’s able to pull two or three orgasms from you in one night. “Fuck, fuck fuck!”

Jungkook feels your walls tighten around his fingers again as your second orgasm rakes through your body. You fall into him, head still resting on his shoulder as you try to regain your breathing. You feel him pull his fingers out from your wet folds, watching with wide eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth. You can’t help but let out a small moan as he wraps his lips around his fingers, sucking off your juices. He smirks as he does so, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“Mhm, you taste so good,” he moans, closing his eyes for a moment as he lets your taste overtake his taste buds. You gawk at him, not surprised at how he licked your juices off his fingers. The only thing you’re feeling is your walls clenching around nothing, desperate to him buried deep in you. As if he can read your mind, he places his hands on your waist and whips you around to face the mirror. Your jeans are pushed down your hips before he lines himself up to your wet, throbbing folds. He watches the way he so easily slides into your cunt, the juices from your latest orgasm working as perfect lube for his cock. He bites his lip as he pulls back before he bottoms out, pushing back in. You’re watching him through the mirror, taking in how his face twists in pleasure while he bites his lip. His hands are tightly gripping your hips to get a good rhythm going. A few minutes of slow thrusting, he picks up his pace. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin as heat sourcing through your cheeks. His low moans mix with the sound along with your own tiny whimpers of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, baby,” he grunts, his palm sliding up your spine until he reaches your hair. He quickly makes a makeshift ponytail, wrapping your hair around his fist before he sets a brutal pace. His lower abdomen collides with your ass cheeks, his cock sliding in and out so smoothly. Your head is pulled back, his grip on your hair tight. A whiny moan tumbles from your lips as he continues his brutal pace. His lips leave soft kisses against the back of your shoulder, his kisses a stark contrast to his hips snapping fast in and out of you. He fucks you hard, brutally his hand pulling you back by your hip.

“O-Oh my god,” you cry out as his hand lets go of your hair and moves around you to place itself around your throat, a tight grip blocking your airways slightly. Your mind becomes foggy as he fucks you roughly, harshly. You have to push your palms against the mirror to keep yourself from bumping your head into it. Jungkook is grunting and moaning from behind you, watching how tears begin to dwell in your eyes through the mirror. “Fuck, Jungkook!”

You barely register it when he lifts his hand from your hip only to let it fall, slapping the skin of your ass. The sting from it causes you to clench around his length, a breathy moan sounding from him when he feels you tighten your walls around him. So you like being spanked, huh? Jungkook had no idea as he has never done it before today. What made him do it, he doesn’t know. He just found himself raising his hand and then bringing it down to slap your skin.

“You like that, doll?” He hisses into your ear, hips continuing to move at a brutal pace, “you like getting slapped like this?”

Another slap is delivered to your ass cheek as he teases you about your reaction. Just as he slaps you again in the same spot, your walls tighten around him again. “Such a fucking slut,” he groans, leaning in close, “just for me, though, right?”

He catches your gaze in the mirror, raising one eyebrow in question as he awaits your answer. “Yes!” You gasp as he slaps your ass and then grabs the same cheek he just slapped, watching you bite your lip to hold yourself from moaning too loudly. “Let it out, baby, let me hear those pretty sounds you make. Feeling good, hm?”

“Fuck!” You cry out in pure pleasure as he slows down the pace of his hips. “Feels s-so good!”

Jungkook can’t help it as he feels himself reaching his orgasm fast today, the sight of you with tears running down your cheeks and a swollen bottom lip from the amount of times you’ve been biting it to keep yourself from screaming out loudly is enough to make his hips stutter in you. His hand tightens around your throat as he snaps his hips into you hard.

“Look at you, doll,” he moans, “what a fucking slut you are for letting me fuck you here where anyone can walk in on us.”

You let out a whiny moan at his words, not minding the degrading tone as long as he’ll fuck you till you reach your third orgasm. Having Jungkook handle you like this feels so good, the sound of him moaning and groaning in pleasure as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Gonna cum,” he rasps, pulling you up flush against his chest by his grip around your throat, “come with me, baby.” His hand slides from your throat and down to rub against your clit again. You can’t do anything but take it, whining loudly as he pushes you over the edge for a third time. As your walls clench around his length, his thrusts become sloppier and more out of rhythm. The truth is Jungkook was close to coming the second he had bottomed out inside of you, but he’s been holding himself from coming, wanting to feel you cum around him as he shoots his load into you.

“Please, come in me, Kook,” you plead, your voice in a whimper, “want you to fill me with your cum.”

“Fuck, ___,” your name rolls off his tongue in a moan as he stills in you, coming hard. White, hot strings of cum paint your walls as he slowly grinds into you, riding out both of your orgasms. His forehead is resting on your shoulder as he comes down from his high, trying so hard to regain his breathing. His arms slide around your waist to hug you against him. “That was really fucking good,” he says, breaking the post-sex silence.

You nod, watching him through the mirror as he locks his eyes with yours while pressing a few soft kisses to your shoulder and neck. He’s so pretty, you think to yourself as you watch him. His black hair does wonders for him, even though the other hairstyles looked amazing on him as well. There’s just something about his natural hair color that makes you simp just a bit more for him than you already do. His black hair mixed with the fake eyebrow piercing really does make you feel some type of way. You smile. “I love you, Kook,” you tell him, randomly expressing your feelings to him.

A small grin appears on his lips, his cheeks turning back into their round shape again. “Love you more, baby.”

“Can we go home now?” You ask as he finally lets go of you to pull his pants back up. He chuckles, nodding at your request. You don’t know it yet but he’s still not done with you. His need for your attention, love and to be buried deep in you has not been fully filled yet. Maybe he should call the other guys to let them know he won’t be able to make it tomorrow. 

A small smirk plays on his lips as he grabs your hand after you’re both dressed. You leave hand in hand, an underlying tingle in both your stomachs because even though he just pulled you through three orgasms, you’re ready for another round once you arrive home. Like you said, his natural hair makes you feel some type of way and there’s just simply no way you’ll be able to resist him. Ever.

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We’re live [Gamer!Jungkook x Reader][M]

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Warnings: Smut, profanity, semi-public sex, protected sex (reader is on birth control), mentions of reader needing reading glasses, oral m receiving, drooling, handjobs, orgasms male and female, f and m orgasm denial/edging, big dicks, body worship (kinda), tattoos/piercing's, mentions of sex in other locations, minor hair pulling, mentions of disapproving families/hiding things from parents, mentions/descriptions of reader having a large chest, reader is kind of bratty, usage of the word cock, voice kink if you squint

Genre: Smut, some angst, streamer/youtuber au, college au if you turn on a blacklight

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been living together for a little over a year now, a big decision after your previous several years of dating. He, of course, brought his job with him- a full gaming set up, which you happily let him set up in a spare room. Your boyfriend was a pro-gamer. This job usually kept him busy, his focus on his screen rather than you for a majority of the day. You normally didn’t mind this at all, since you were usually out during that time anyway. Today, however, was different. You were home, attempting to study as he worked in order to give him the space he needed. Except, you were missing him in a way you hadn’t in a while, and the only way to get rid of this frustration would be to get him away from his work. 

{A/N: This work is completely unedited, so apologies for any typos.}

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You could hear him yelling through the door.

The laptop sitting in front of you was beginning to dim from lack of use, the loud shouts from the room a bit down the hall further ruining your already destroyed concentration. Your glasses slid down your face as you lifted, the feeling causing you to pull them off. Flopping tiredly against the back of the chair, you took one final look at the multiple windows you had open on the screen as the screen finally went black, leaving you with nothing but your reflection on the screen. Your hair was messily tied back, strands and chunks falling around everywhere from where they escaped from your hair tie. You looked away from the sight of your own face, burying your face in your hands as your elbows came to rest on the shiny, hardwood table; you slamming the device shut as your hand lowered, your fingers pulling the skin down along with it. You sighed in frustration, letting your head flop back against the chair as you slid down, your butt now hanging off of the seat.

His voice practically bounced off the walls, each full-concentration shout of sudden frustration ringing through the house. Each time caught your attention, snatching you quickly from your exhausted daze. He seemed to be having fun in-between moments of what you assumed was either interacting with the chat or moments where it sounded like he lost- or rather, almost lost. You could already hear him coming out in a few hours, bragging about he remained undefeated in a game you couldn't remember the name of, a large, bright grin present on his face, his own pulled back hair messily sprawled in every possible direction.

You sometimes watched his streams and videos while you worked, at least you used to. It always ruined your concentration when you did, as it was now, but they were admittedly entertaining. He never knew you did, you showed little interest in his job, and you'd rather keep it that way.

Sitting up, you lifted your hands to adjust the straps dangling uncomfortably down your shoulders, adjusting the rest of your top in the process, pulling it up from where it slid down, at this point revealing almost everything. It appeared to have shrunk given how tight it was and how easily it slid down, but it wasn't like it would be anything your boyfriend hadn't seen before in the instance you failed to notice and flashed him. The tank top you had on usually did well with covering everything, but knowing that lately, for some reason, it wasn't, made you frown. It was comfortable and nice to wear around the house; you just felt irritated adjusting it constantly.

You stood up, moving toward the various loud sounds coming from the room. The door clicked as you turned the knob, pushing the large wooden object open, the many lights strung on the walls greeting you as you stepped inside the large room. The whiteboard he had hanging on the wall was full of writing and multiple expressive doodles- a few piles on the floor from a few other random activities. It was dark aside from the many lights hanging from the walls and ceiling, your boyfriend well illuminated by the glow from the multiple monitors sprawled in front of him.

Turning to face him fully, you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as you paused. He hadn't noticed you yet. You felt odd about walking in like this. You had never interrupted him while he was working unless he needed something, in which case he usually just came to get you. You honestly didn't even know if any of his fanbase knew he was in a relationship at all-; you both usually just kept to yourselves. Aside from him eventually coming upstairs to meet you in bed to sleep, coming out to eat, or the occasional 'date'- which was just running errands together or him coming with you to watch a movie you were pretty much already leaving for- you both didn't really spend a lot of time together. At least you hadn't recently.

The sight of his wide eyes and pouty expression made your heart melt, and you couldn't help but smile. He was sitting in his much-bigger-than-him gaming chair, his legs crossed with his knees near his chest as he leaned forward, his expression serious despite the generally cute nature of everything else about him. His way too big shirt swallowed him easily, and it was only at this moment that you realized he had borrowed one of your hair-ties. The pale purple band was more than familiar, and there it was, tightly holding his long black hair neatly in place.

"Jungkook-" You started as you moved close, his head instantly lifting in order to meet you, his serious expression quickly growing soft. He seemed a little confused seeing you in here but still happy about it nonetheless.

You suddenly panicked slightly, watching the screen nervously in the hope you didn't appear in the camera too much, mostly attempting to keep your face out of frame. Gently, you leaned against the back of the chair, his teeth quickly appearing in a wide, excited grin. "Do you need anything?" He asked, his bright, wide eyes meeting yours. You could feel the excitement radiating from him, his lips and cheeks pink in the light from the lamp as he spoke. "Just missed you." You admitted, crossing your arms against the back of the chair as you leaned slightly forward.

The chat on one of the monitors suddenly sped up, you noticing it from the corner of your eyes. A loud mix of emotes and words in all caps filled the screen, zooming by before you could read any of them. You watched Jungkook slide his headphones off, letting them rest on his neck as his legs uncrossed, his socked feet flopping against the carpet. "Here, you can sit with me and watch." He chirped, quickly pausing whatever game he was playing and scooting over to make as much room as he could. You shook your head.

"No, I..." You trailed off, pouting a bit as you lift your arms, moving your hands around your face in a way you hoped emphasized your unwillingness to be on camera. You knew they could see your body just fine, but you were on your computer all day and hadn't slept well, so showing your face was definitely out of the equation. Jungkook simply let his head fall slightly to the side in confusion, letting out a small "But you look fine.".

You pouted, watching as he quickly stood up, the chair rocking slightly as he slid out of it. "Here, I know just the thing." He quickly shuffled near the back of the room and over to the closet doors, pulling them open. You watched quietly as he began to shuffle through a box, the already present pout on your face growing stronger. You recognized that box. That box was from your senior prom. You already knew what he was looking for.

He quickly pulled out a black mask, the very one you had worn years ago. Why he had kept it this long, you didn't know, but you still found yourself sighing as you realized it would still work. You didn't really want to remember that masquerade themed prom, especially considering neither you nor Jungkook had fun during a majority of it. It had its moments, but you had hoped you wouldn't have to go near that specific costume again.

"Sorry, it's all I've got." He whispered, gently placing it in your not-very-eagerly awaiting hands. Taking a deep breath, you slid the mask onto your face as Jungkook scoot past, flopping once again into the large chair, his voice loudly sounding as he began to interact with the apparently very excited chat.

Once again adjusting your top, you moved over to where your boyfriend was sitting, plopping down next to him as one of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as you settled against him, your thighs touching. You shuffled, wrapping your arm around his waist as well, your legs bouncing from where they hung off the seat as Jungkook pulled the chair forward. You felt the tension in your crossed legs relax as you realized you'd only be seen from slightly above your waist.

His hand slid around you, grabbing onto the controller resting on his thighs. Your arms flopped to the side, resting against your boyfriend's thighs in an attempt to keep them out of the way. Your fingers gripped tightly onto his sweatpants, your head coming to rest gently on his shoulder. Jungkook grinned, his teeth shining through his lips the more comfortable you became.

You could feel his voice vibrating against you as he spoke, the sound making you feel warm inside, a soft tingle running from your head to your thighs. "What're you playing?" You questioned, leaning against his strong shoulder, enjoying his warmth. His face slowly contorted slightly in thought, a pout forming on his lips as he noticeably racked his brain for the answer. "Astrotech." He finally responded, his expression moving quickly back to the way it was, his cheeks noticeably a bit pink.

Various loud booms and screeches flooded from the headphones around his neck, which he had turned up for you to hear. You didn't know what was going on it, but the sight of him expertly doing whatever objectives or maneuvering the obstacles in the game was somewhat fascinating to you.

He suddenly squirmed under you as you adjusted yourself, the sudden movement surprising until you realized your hand had just accidentally rubbed along his thigh in the process. Your lips pressed together in thought, realizing just how sensitive he seemed to be. Deciding to see if that was truly why, you cautiously ran your hand along his thighs, feeling him once again squirm under you. The barely audible groan of protest as you slightly ruined his concentration made something in your brain just click.

You knew why you were so distracted earlier.

Slowly, your hand moved along his leg before sliding inwards towards the warmth where they met. Before he could squirm again, you gave a soft squeeze to his strong thighs, enjoying the slightly surprised noise that escaped. He seemed annoyed that you were attempting to distract him, but his lack of any indication for you to stop or any sort of 'no' from him gave you the willingness to continue.

Your hands moved further up, sliding along the space between his legs and up towards his stomach. He had stopped moving aside from the slight tremble of his thighs as you made your way along. His legs slightly parted, allowing you to continue on your way, the outline of the package you were searching for soon starting to appear in his sweat pants. You licked your lips gently, tracing the outline with your fingers, enjoying the sighs you heard from his weak attempts to keep quiet.

"Alright, well, I guess I'll see you when you're done." You suddenly spoke. "I just came to visit because I missed you, but you seem pretty busy with work." You added, pulling your hand away as you stood, sliding out of the chair as you moved quickly towards the door. Thoughts ran through your brain as your hand grabbed the doorknob, opening it before gently shutting it immediately after. You turned to look at your boyfriend still sat behind you, biting your bottom lip in thought.

Slowly and quietly, you dropped down to your knees, crawling on the ground over to the desk as you swiftly slid under it. Leaning forward, you grabbed the tops of his pants, slowly pulling them down as you felt your eyes grow wide at the sight. You had seen it before, but it was still a pleasant surprise each time.

Your hands moved along his legs, swiftly grabbing the still mostly soft length, pumping them quickly as Jungkook once again squirmed under you, his legs spreading. You could feel him continuously growing under you as you moved, the sight and feeling causing your thighs to tingle.

Licking your lips, you moved forward, licking the tip of his eagerly awaiting cock, listening as he tried to stifle a pleased hum. Before he could fully react, you took the full length in your mouth before sliding down, bobbing your head with vigor, enjoying the soft noises that escaped as a result of your movements. Your hands continued to slide quickly, making up for what you couldn't reach.

Your boyfriend sighed above you, doing his very best to act as normal as he possibly could. The soft clicking and tapping from his controller continued, you only drooling as your head continued to lower, taking in as much of the steadily hardening length as you possibly could. Pawing at him for the bit you had the chance to seemed to work, not quite in the way you had hoped, but you were fixing that just fine. A soft slurp sounded as you suddenly lifted your head, the noise causing you to pause as you hoped no one had heard the sinful action going on under the desk. The conversation between him and the on-going chat seemed to be normal despite his occasional deep sighs. His fingers ran through your hair, giving a slight tug as you continued, closing your eyes as you attempted to savor the moment- still being careful to make as little noise as possible.

A sharp tug to your thick hair pulled you upwards, your breasts practically in his lap as your arms lifted, grabbing onto his thick black hoodie in an attempt to keep yourself steady. You hummed a bit in surprise, the action causing his strong hands to increase their grip on you as your head only continued to bob. He was gasping now. Loud pings and sound effects rang from the screen from what you assumed was possibly the hundredth donation of the night. You increased your speed, enjoying the strong but more gentle tug that followed with each movement of your salivating mouth.

You were only wondering how he was managing to hide this so well.

Your gaze slowly moved upwards, checking his expression. His face was flushed, his teeth on display as he bit his lower lip in a last attempt to keep quiet. His expression was otherwise unchanged aside from his noticeably dilated pupils, his face still stern with concentration.

With a loud pop, you finally pulled away, quickly using your knuckles to wipe away the strand of saliva that followed. Swiftly pulling his pants back up, you shuffled from under the desk and over to the door. That would be enough for now. After all, you didn't actually want to get caught.

You could feel him watching you as you stood up and quietly opened the door. How upset he was that you didn't finish could be felt from where you stood, but you knew he'd get you back later. He always did. It didn't matter if you just ate his food or if you pulled a small prank, he always got you back, and this time you could say you looked forward to it.

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The door flew open with a loud bang, you jumping with surprise at the sound, nearly dropping your phone in the process. Your head lifted to meet the sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his hair messy as he loomed over you. "What was that about?" He questioned, his eyes darting to take in your form.

"What was what about?"

"You know what."

You felt your cheeks warm but decided to continue pretending you didn't have a clue what he meant. "No, Jungkook, I don't know what."

His lips pressed together, his eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him, a soft click sounding as he slowly locked it. You watched quietly, biting your lip as you knew what would happen next. He wasn't usually this quiet.

"Thankfully, I was able to continue normally without much issue." He plopped on the bed next to you, the weight of his larger form causing the mattress to sink under him. The force was almost enough to cause you to slide along with it.

"But you must think I'm a fool if you think you'll get away with sneaking under the desk like that."

By then, he had leaned close, his voice low as he spoke. His tattoos could be seen poking from under the dropped neck of his shirt, your eyes slipping down the closer he leaned. You flopped forward, your gaze meeting his as your hands came to rest on top of his own. "And what are you gonna do about it?" You teased. This wouldn't at all be your first time with each other, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"You're not even ready. I could hear you taking care of it yourself before you came up; you're not as quiet as you think."

His hand lifted quietly, curling under your chin as he held your head still. "Alright, smartie, what're you gonna do about that?"

"You're usually the horndog in this situation. What am I gonna do about it?"

You were suddenly shoved against the bed below, the thick blanket warm under your body. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, his hair draping around his face as he leaned over you. "You'll have to wait to find out, huh?"

"Damn, you must really be upset." You teased without even a second of hesitation. "Man, I really wonder what you'll do. Oh, how long must I wait? Forever? Years; Centuries of waiting just to punished in the end! Just end me, as waiting is its own punishment." You whined dramatically under him, your arms lifting as your hand sprawled against your forehead, your eyes closing as your head flopped back in exasperation against the mattress below.

Jungkook laughed. "No, you won't have to wait very long. You know I wouldn't do that to you." He grinned, his teeth bright and shiny behind his lips. "Remember when we were younger, and I still lived with my parents, and you came over to study?" He asked, his noticeably strong hands trailing over your body, their attention quickly focused on your chest. You opened your mouth to speak, only to get interrupted as he continued.

"We waited until they left to run some errands, and we decided to try and be super quick." He paused to laugh to himself, you barely listening as you bit your lip, your nipples beginning to poke through the fabric his hands continued to glide over. "We started getting way too loud near the end and almost got caught because we didn't hear them pull in. The only reason we were able to clean up and everything was because you happened to finish before they walked in and could hear what we were doing. Man, what an adrenaline rush that one minute was as we scrambled around listening to them slowly come up the stairs."

By then, you were moaning under him, the fabric rough against your extremely sensitive chest. His strong fingers continued running along, teasing the hardened nubs as he moved on with another story, seemingly unaware of what he was doing. His hands snuck under your shirt, his hands warm as he grabbed as much of your breasts in his large hands as he could. "Sorry, I was talking." He apologized, taking the moment before you responded to swiftly yank your shirt over your head.

In your moment of distraction, you had become so hot and bothered that you hadn’t even noticed how long he had been rambling. You could hardly hear his reminiscing over your increasingly more desperate moans. The feeling of the cold air hitting your already erect nipples made you squirm slightly, you only coming back to reality to a soft warmth on your neck. Your hands lifted, gripping with white knuckles tightly onto his thick hoodie.

You lowered your gaze, the sight of his face resting on your chest greeting you. His hair messily covered his eyes, the deep brown underneath shining in the light of your bedroom. His lips were pressed softly together into a pout, his tattooed arms lifted to lay across your shoulders, wrapping under your head. “You’re not paying attention!” He whined, continuing to pout as he shuffled to lean over you, the mattress squeaking ever so slightly as his knees rested on the bed.

He paused to pull the thick fabric free from his body, letting it thump to the ground as he leaned over you once again, the thick ink on his arms dancing as his muscles flexed in the process. Your eyes widened as his face approached yours, your noses quickly touching, the pout still present. “You didn’t hear my story.” He whined again, softer this time, the shine still present in his wide eyes despite the shadow he was casting over you. “You weren’t even listening.”

“Honey, you were rambling.” You responded, hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart. He flopped down, his hips straddling your own as he sat up, his strong arms causing the bed to sink in as he continued to lean over you, your thighs tingling at the slight bounce that followed as he grew comfortable on your hips. 

“I was telling a story.”

He lowered himself, his lips coming into contact with your own, your hands lifting to grab on the thin white t-shirt that remained. His teeth ran softly over your lips as he pulled away, his hands once again moving to slide under your head. Your thighs burned and tingled with each movement he made. 

You were beginning to sweat as you continued gripping him tightly, your hips wiggling to wrap your legs around him. His lips once again moved into a pout, the shine is his eyes disappearing as his head came to rest on your chest once again. He definitely felt you move.

His legs slid around you, his knees moving under your hips to lift them up, pressing his now noticeably tight sweatpants against your shorts. He once again lowered to kiss you, more gentle this time as his hands lowered to remove his sweat pants, leaving nothing between you but your shorts- which already barely covered anything. Your own hands lowered, grabbing onto the hard length poking between your legs, pumping slowly as he sighed into the kiss. Your shoulders ached as his hands pressed against your shoulders, pressing you into the mattress. You sped up your wrist movements, listening as he groaned into the continued kiss.

Suddenly, his hands shot down, levering your legs open and lifting his hips to practically rip your shorts free of your body as he finally broke the kiss. His legs slipped off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud, swiftly yanking you close to the edge. His fully flexed arms caged you in, his lips coming into contact with your exposed neck, his breathing soft and warm against your skin. 

“Roll over.” He huffed, moving to kiss along your chest and shoulders. His face was now a soft pink, lifting to watch you intently as you rolled onto your stomach, letting out a noise of surprise as you were yanked yet further off of the bed, your feet now touching the floor. Kisses once again returned to your neck, an occasional moment of cold causing you to shiver with delight as his tongue traced over your warm skin with each mark he left behind. Your still erect nipples dragged softly over the sheets under you, the cool mixture of the sheets and his tongue piercing causing you to moan loudly under him.

Your face slammed softly against the mattress below, his strong arms pressing against your shoulders to hold you in place, your hips lifting in the process. Of all the times you’ve done this, he wasn’t usually this rough, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t exciting. 

“Fu-” You moaned, burying your face in the mattress at the stretch that followed. “-ck.” Your hands gripped onto the sheets, the feeling of his teeth and tongue reaching every inch of your neck making you whimper. He had always been taller, but it wasn’t until now that you realized just how much stronger- and bigger than you he was. You could hardly move with the grip he had on your shoulders, your head the only thing able to move freely. He had you where he wanted you, and it’d probably be a while before he’d free you.

Each thrust ruined your hopes of being quiet, drool beginning to fall from your lips as he continued- each thrust more intense than the last. Your eyes were soon rolled back, your mouth open as saliva dripped from your parted lips, the sharp tugs to your hair adding to the overall ache. Your legs, hips and shoulders were growing more pained with each lewd slam into you, each second bringing you closer to the edge. You were silent, the ache taking your breath away, a loud gasp escaping as he freed your shoulders, yanking you upright by your hair.

His arms wrapped under your chest, freeing you from the bed entirely as he held you in place, your arms contorting behind you to hold onto his now moist t-shirt. You were trembling, your chest burning as you gasped for air. “Jungkook...” You managed, your voice hoarse as your head flopped backwards against his muscular shoulders. You could feel the mess you were already making in your excitement, awaiting the finish you were mere seconds away from, only to groan as you felt him stop, your chest bouncing as he adjusted you. 

“No...” You whined in complaint, taking the time to catch your breath only to catch yourself moaning with each exhale. You continued shaking as he kissed along the back of your shoulders. “Don’t stop...” You continued, wiggling your legs slightly to get him to continue. He groaned with your wiggles, grabbing your thighs to keep you in place. “Stop moving.” His voice was soft and gentle, your head rolling around on his shoulder as he placed another kiss on your aching neck.

“You’re so pretty.” He complimented, letting you fall forward with your hands hitting the mattress, his arms firmly gripping your thighs to stop your hips from moving from their position. The little eyeliner you had on had started to run, your hands gripping the sheets in anticipation as you wondered what about you with messy makeup was pretty.

You cried out, your voice still hoarse as the edge approached faster than before. After a minute you were trembling under him again, the ache returning as you tipped closer and closer to the edge. You were reduced to a shaking, squealing, moaning mess in a little over a minute, your legs struggling to hold onto him as they shook. 

Your face once again slammed into the mattress, a loud groan felt against your back as his hips sputtered slightly, his large hands grabbing onto your hair once again as he attempted to keep himself steady as he finally tipped over the edge. His breaths were rough and quick against your back, you too busy attempting to catch your own breath to notice his hands had lowered. 

You gasped, pleasure coursing through you once again as his fingers moved with renewed vigor. “Ju-Jungkoo-” You pleaded, struggling to even get his name out as his strong hands made quick work of your clit, you finally reaching your release with a sudden, violent shake. He pulled away, the emptiness that followed allowing you to fully fall against the bed, your legs weak as you attempted to stand. His arms wrapped around you, gently laying you down. 

“Too much?” He questioned, taking in your exhausted form, his voice dripping with concern. His eyes widened slightly at the black smeared along your cheeks, pouting as he gently wiped it off, not seeming to notice his still wet fingers. “Too much.” He lowered to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, running his fingers through your messy hair. “Definitely too much.”

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[A/N: Sorry that this came out so much later than I promised. Hopefully it was worth the wait.]

[kiwikyuu]

➟ a list of my favorite haikyuu works

(across tumblr, in no specific order, with mini thoughts by me)

note:

- some works may include smut

— i am in awe of each and every writer and work on this list! the tumblr writing community is so cool and i just wanted to share a couple of my favorites for this fandom. happy reading

— if you are a writer mentioned on this list and would prefer for me to remove your work, please send me a message and i will immediately

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ KARASUNO

october — "warnings: cursing, mentions of hickeys, makeout session hehe"

this is a particularly great combination of suggestive (not smut!) and fluff. it's cute and it's realistic and absolutely adorable. it reminds me of what i wished my high school relationship was like.

this didn't happen | tsukishima kei — "WARNINGS: honestly i think this is cute, but theres some angst oops, pining, unedited, kissing, kinda sad if you can read between the lines, season three spoilers"

you don't understand. the writing. the set up. the execution. absolutely beautiful! sometimes you come across a work that just encases the characters perfectly and something about that is just so *chef's kiss*

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

this was such a soft headcanon with wholesome high school / coming of age vibes. for real transported me into each scenario

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ NEKOMA

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ AOBA JOHSAI

beautiful stranger — "tw: indirect and direct implications of suicide"

an 11/10 good read and probably my favorite oikawa work so far. if you're worried about the trigger warning, i would say it's not too heavy because the lighter parts balance it out

come on, let go — "contents: oikawa being your first love, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader, rebound?? he dates you to get over his ex, oikawa being an idiot 🙄👎 and happy ending!! ft. aoba johsai team."

i am a simp for oikawa and basically all the haikyuu boys but this one ohohoho this one was bittersweet but in the best way possible. it does end on a happy note tho :)

it was always there — "oikawa tooru x f!reader your friends always said that you’d never have to worry about seeing oikawa again. if only you knew how wrong they would be—and not just a minor wrong. the ‘I just got paired up with my ex-boyfriend for our class final project’ kind of wrong."

this was so cute. it's 12k words and was a great read. if you're a fan of ex lovers to lovers with a hint of hurt/comfort then i recommend this

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ FUKURODANI

broken — "warning - mentions of illness + death"

yes i cried. yes i couldn't stop. what about it :(

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ INARIZAKI

college student!miya atsumu hc dump — "pairing: gn!reader ; genre: so much fluff, headcanons/mini drabbles ; tag(s): fluff, slightly suggestive, just the underclassman years for now, based on the american college system ; wc: 1.2k"

simply this is the college experience i wanted. i absolutely despise relationships but this one right here made me doubt that for a moment there

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ SHIRATORIZAWA

the grey area ; tendou satori — "tag(s): college!au, stuco!au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut, tantalising witty banter, semi is a Good Bro™, reader is a fully developed character ; warning(s): profanity ; wc: 8.1k"

this,,,god this shit right here,,,this was sent down from so heavenly place because holy shit. this was so good. it was just it was SO good. i absolutely cannot form full sentences to even begin to describe how much i fucking loved this

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ GENERAL

the hq boys falling in love as love quotes found on the internet

gosh this hit different. it was so wholesome and ugh,,,,,,,brb sobbing. i loved it so much. i really am a sucker for soft haikyuu

haikyuu on a zoom call — "[18+] its back to school time for most of you, or if you’re like me you’re working from home, and thus our lives are dictated by a tiny little app called zoom. while skype mightve missed the mark, here’s what the world of hq does on zoom!"

y'all it's the way that this had me fucking LAUHING so much oh my,,,,like this was so good. completely accurate and made zoom seem a little less intimidating

random couple tiktok pranks you’d do to your haikyuu boyfriend

ngl tiktok is my most actively used app (spotify in background came at #1) according to my screen time report so this was just icing on the cake

hq boys office au

this is one of those hc's that just really make you wish the boys were real

gift giving || haikyuu — "warnings: suggestive, timeskip spoilers!!"

timeskip haikyuu make my brain go brr but this was so thoughtful and everything just made sense. i absolutely loved this and it was so soft!!

how you comfort them when they lose a game

my heart broke and was re made reading this

this list will continue to be updated!

[hearteyesbowen]

hiii! there’s this trend going on where if someone’s boyfriend is on a zoom class or playing on the ps4 their girlfriend flashes them and i thought it would be a cool idea to write what would happen if joshs girlfriend flashed him while he was on live and he get flustered and ends it to hang out w her if you know what i meannnn!! thank youu ur amazing

attention ☆ joshua bassett

how else is y/n going to get the attention of her boyfriend?

warnings: swearing , suggestive fluff

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“On my left, on my left!”

“No, no no!”

“Shit!”

Come over, he said.

It’ll be fun, he said.

We’re going to spend the whole day together, he said.

Bullshit, you said.

You could have done something else today, something more productive. Study for the tests you would have and inevitably fail the next week, maybe work out like you said you would this past New Year’s, clean your room from the mess you made while looking for your charger. Today could have been a productive day.

That said, you were never one to back up from being with your boyfriend. His schedule was pretty hectic with all the filming, interviews, and whatever it is that celebrities do, you didn’t pay much attention anyways. So when your usually busy boyfriend offers to hang out with you on one of his free days, it’s a steal.

Then he got an invite to play some video game with Matt and Larry. Then he asked if he could play a quick round, It would only be five minutes, babe. Then that one round turned into two, then five, then he doesn’t realize he has been playing for nearly an hour. Then you’re lying down on his bed behind him as he plays, and wonder if this was worth the procrastination you could have done at home. The answer is no.

You huff, staring at the ceiling above you, hoping there was something more interesting on the walls than hearing Josh laugh as he gets another shot in. Your legs dangle off the side of his bed while you lay on your back, strands of hair in various directions over your face.

“Josh?” You groan, tugging the hem of shirt and seeing a little bit of his back.

“Fuck off!” He screamed, smashing the buttons of his controller angrily.

Surprised, you sat up, making him turn his head. He gave you a quick look, pushing his headset away from his ears slightly so he could hear you better.

“Did you say something, babe?”

“I thought today would be just us, not us and your friends screaming at each other.”

He didnt respond for a few seconds, not until he was shot down and the round ended, erupting more profanities leaving his lips, and his controller leaving his hand.

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you.” He picked up his controller and fixed his headset, waiting for his match to start in 30 seconds.

“Are you going to give me any attention today? Or should I just go home?”

His head shot back towards you, eyebrows furrowed. “Already? Ok, I’ll just do one more round. Then we can watch a movie later.”

Without another word, he whipped his head back to the tv. You rolled your eyes, fixing your messy hair. Reaching for your phone beside you, you decide to scroll through your Twitter. Endless tweets from friends, celebrities you follow, and ads from various brands. Then a certain tweet caught your eye, retweeted by one of your hometown friends:

when your boyfriend won’t give you any attention 😂😂

Followed by a video from Tiktok, which was a girl recording her boyfriend in a similar situation as Josh, and from what you could assume, she was naked, which immediately caught the eyes of her boyfriend.

As if a lightbulb popped up from above your head, you smirked. You might as well give it a shot, he said one more round 20 rounds ago. Maybe you wouldn’t just completely strip in front of your boyfriend, let’s take some baby steps.

You stood up, stretched out your arms and back a little, and scanned the room. Josh’s desk was right next to his tv, so you thought that would be the perfect place for your little plan. Before making your way to the table, you unclip your bra from under your shirt, the tight feeling around your chest being relieved. You toss your bra on his bed, Josh not even noticing what you’re doing.

Casually striding to his desk, you lean against the counter, hands on the surface. The shirt you were wearing was a bit oversized, so your chest wasn’t as visible. You stare at Josh for a few seconds, wondering if he would even give you a glance. Of course, nothing.

Alright, initiating plan now.

“It’s a bit hot today, isn’t it?” You asked, changing your voice to sound more innocent compared to the annoyance you had earlier.

His eyes stay glued to the screen, his tongue caught in between his teeth. How dare he look so hot right now.

“Yeah, a little.” He mumbled.

You grab your shirt’s collar and start to fan it against yourself, hopefully making him look at you. You play with your hair, fluffing it out to make it look fanned, overall just trying to make yourself look as appealing as possible right now.

Still, no response.

Step two, here we go.

“It’s super hot right now, could we turn on a fan or something?”

You proceed to lift up your shirt over your head, throwing it across the room. You play with your hair more, looking anywhere around the room but him.

That was when he noticed. At first, it was a harmless peek as to what you were doing, then he took a second glance to fully notice you. His mouth hung open and his eyes widened, and suddenly nothing else mattered. Not the video game going on in front of him, not his friends’ muffled yells through his headphones, not even the fact that his character died seconds after he averted his eyes away from the screen. Just the way you looked, whether or not you had a shirt on, it was like the first time you met all over again.

When you looked his way, you couldn’t help but giggle at his red face. What else could you have done to get him away from that controller?

You looked him up and down and smiled, sending him a wink before you looked away.

“Yeah, uhm, guys? I have to go now, see ya.”

He ripped off his headset, turned off the tv, and left his controller on top of his console before practically running to you. He held your waist, his warms hands coming into contact with your cold skin as he stood in front of you. His face stayed the same since he first saw you, making you hold in your laughter.

“Wow, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered in awe, taking in all of you.

“I would hope so, seems like this is the only way for me to get you to notice me.”

“I’m sorry, no more video games when it’s an ‘us’ day, promise.”

You leaned up to gently press your lips against his, holding his cheeks in your hands. He smiled against your lips, and pulled away. His lips grazed your cheeks, leaving small kisses from your cheek to your ear.

“Why don’t I make it up to you, would you like that?”

His lips then trailed down your neck, painfully slow. Each kiss lingered even longer, his path stopping at your collarbone. He looked up at you with a smirk, noticing you nod rapidly. He moved up, kissing along your jaw and lightly sucking right by your ear, making a soft moan leave your lips.

“You said it was hot earlier,” He started, kissing your lips quickly.

His hands traveled down to under thighs as he effortlessly picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso, your hands around his neck.

“You better get used to it, because it’s about to get a lot hotter.”

“You’re so stupid.” You laugh.

“Did you expect anything else from me?”

A/N - this is a really late one , im so sorry to whoever requested this . but i hope u like it, it was fun to write (: this is also somewhat unedited so bear with me . also also i passed my drivers test so watch out road , im now a danger to society (; anyways love y’all xx

taglist - @love-joshy @mzzjads @seaveyssparkle @iamveryborrrreddd

[soulwillower]

taboos and the absurd iii • richie tozier

(professor richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: hi! i just finished reading taboos and the absurd, SUCH A GOOD SERIES. This is just some idea i had and im totally okay if u don’t want to do it, but would you write maybe a final part of the series when the reader finds out richie fucked more students (more than she though) and she gets upset and stops talking to richie (ridiculous jealousy) but he really was falling for her so he talks to her and well things get heated, and KDKDKD ok sorry if im too specific, hope u see this❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰 + hey omg i love the prof. richie series sm 🥵 if you plan on making a pt. 3 might i suggest reader giving richie head while hes giving a lecture and reader gets fucked on the table 😳😳 its hoe hours frfr + so many other requests to continue the series :)

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), bad morals, abuse of power, dont fuck your professor, filthy stuff, professor richie, deepthroating, dirty talk, use of the word slut, cockwarming, unprotected sex, mentions of exhibition, a bit of degradation and a lot of praise, unedited as usual lol

[losers + reader are 20+ in this]

4.4k words

part 3 of taboos and the absurd series. sorry it’s been so long :) i wanted to surprise u a bit with a lil surprise for the holidays. i love u all!! <3

[ i  ii ]

 ♡

you hadn't been to class in almost a week and a half.

it was really bad, you know - and the ditching has started to affect your grade, but you don't even care as much as you really should. because you're.... extremely jealous.

yeah.

you'd first gotten suspicious the lecture after you stayed behind and ended up with professor tozier's dick in your hands. a girl was sitting on his desk after class, when you'd walked in to turn in a late paper, and richie had been twirling her hair. they were laughing together, her bare legs. it made you burn up, and so you tossed the paper down at the drop bin at the back of the classroom loud enough that he noticed you’d come in.

you were so mad you didnt stay to see anymore. and you didnt go to class for more than a week after.

it could have been just an innocent gesture, or maybe just some woman richie was dating - either way, you were beyond jealous. it filled you with rage to imagine richie fucking anyone else, let alone a student. you were hurt, too - because you've really started to like spending time with your professor.

but that backfired of course, because you’re in your apartment staring at an email from him.

i will be at my office on campus after hours this friday, until roughly 9:30. if you're available, i encourage you to stop by.

we have a lot to discuss regarding your grade and future in my class.

thanks,

professor richard tozier

you blink at the screen, your heart racing. your fingers shake slightly as you reach up to rub your temples - oh god, he wants to talk. he's going to turn you down, say it was a mistake, and fail you.

and in the few days until friday, your rage and fear meld together to make a jealous, ugly monster as you stalk up the empty corridors to his office, ready to speak.

it's late, probably around 8 when you knock on his door, but he's still there as promised, answering with a faint come in!

you walk in slowly, heart pounding in anxiety as you meet eyes with him for the first time in almost 14 days. your heart thumps hard still as he nods at you, "you can shut the door and take a seat, ms. y/l/n."

you swallow as you click the door shut and move to the chair, sitting down awkwardly and biting your lip. "hi, professor." you say, afraid your jealousy is going to spill from you if you say anything else.

"you haven't been in class."

you nod, "you noticed."

he sighs through his nose and leans forward on his desk. you clench your thighs - no getting turned on, y/n. not now. "of course i did. i'm your professor, ms. y/l/n."

"right, sir, i almost forgot. you just get so comfortable with all your students now, sometimes it's hard to remember." you bite, and his eyebrows raise. "some more than others." he adds, shooting you a look that you ignore, instead turning your stubborn gaze to the clock behind his curly head. you can nearly smell his cologne from where you sit, and you're almost drooling. you can't let him see it.

"what's going on? your grade is dropping. you’re not coming to classes." he says, sounding like he's concerned. you bite your lip, shaking your head as you look at him. "i'm not going to come to class just to watch you flirt with the girls and let them give you fuck me eyes."

"that's exactly what you do to me constantly, as i seem to recall." he bites back. you feel yourself turn red, but you sit forward more so you lean over his desk just like he is.

"whatever. i don't care, i'd just appreciate it if you'd tell me that you're going to fuck other students so i can leave. and not walk in on you right before you do so.” you say, suddenly so thankful you chose to come later when nobody was on this floor, the only other person in the building being the custodian sleeping at the front desk.

professor tozier tilts his head with a smirk, "oh, you're adorable. my jealous little slut, crying because she can't have me to herself."

your jaw drops, the remaining thin layer of professionalism gone the minute he opened his mouth. "fuck you, professor. i'm leaving."

"i wasn't finished." he says sternly, and something in his voice makes you sit back down. he looks mad and it's confusingly hot, your legs feeling like jelly because of your excitement. "if you weren't such a brat, you would have heard me say that i'm not fucking anyone else. student or not."

you stare at him, confused as your face reddens again. you're embarrassed. "but-"

"the woman you saw last week, when you came back after the lecture. that's professor marsh, she's one of my colleagues and best friends. she's also happily married." he says, sounding pissed off. "i'd appreciate some trust, it's not like i going around fucking every student who wants to open their legs for me - although plenty have tried." he says.

you feel yourself soaking through your panties. god you have problems,don't you? "i'm sorry sir, i-" you start but he shakes his head, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. you watch him with big eyes, as he clenches his jaw. "no, don't apologize. just know. you're the only one." he mutters as he crosses behind you.

you stare at his empty desk, face blushing at his words. the only one. the click of the lock on the door gives you butterflies, and then he's behind you, hand trailing over your shoulder. "if you still want me, that is. your most recent paper was very good, but i know you can do much better. you just have to try for me." he's caressing your neck now, lips ghosting over the skin. you let out a soft moan, goosebumps raising on your soft skin as he feathers it with kisses. your butterflies are alight as you turn your head, kissing him.

he grips your jaw almost immediately, pulling your head upwards towards where he bends over you. you gasp as his hand rests on your thigh, and he smiles against your lips. "you're so sensitive, hmm? when was the last time you touched yourself?"

you gulp, shaking your head, shocked still by his boldness and by your willingness to be honest. "a f-few days ago." you say shakily as he kisses along your jaw, hand sliding up your thigh slowly. he tuts, "baby, you're going to fall apart when i'm through with you." he mutters, almost to himself, and that makes you choke out a moan.

he kisses you again and you push back enthusiastically, hand raising to palm him through his slacks. he's already semi hard, which makes a swell of pride blossom in your chest. but suddenly he breaks off the kiss, hissing in surprise. "fuck." he mutters, backing away from you. you blink, did you go too far? your thighs press together as richie rushes to his desk. "i have to proctor this exam in zoom. in....two minutes."

oh.

you blink and watch as he logs into his laptop and adjusts his hair in its camera. it's endearing, in a way that makes you smile, though extremely riled up and disappointed. you begrudgingly reach for your things, but professor tozier's hand comes up to stop you, "please stay. it's only going to be max forty minutes. i have beer in the bottom drawer if you want some." he rushes out, and you smile. "you sure?" you say shyly.

he looks at you, pausing. "yeah, y/n. of course." he says gently, smiling almost shyly back at you. he looks so young, it makes you stare in awe. his dimple pops and you hear the sound of ringing, the students joining the call to take their exam. only professor tozier would have an exam this late on a friday. asshole, you laugh to yourself.  

you open a bottle of beer you find hidden under a stack of manilla folders, but don't even take a sip as your mind wanders. richie's speaking to the class, sounding professional and confident. you wonder if he's still hard.

so you smirk, feeling bold, and you get down onto your hands and knees and crawl under his desk until you're face level with his belt. gently, you spread his legs apart so you can get up and closer to him, and the slight jump he gives confirms that he didn't even notice you go under the desk.

you gently start to palm him and he clears his throat loudly, fist slamming on the desk slightly above you. over the speakers you hear professor, are you alright? and then richie's muttering, "y-yes, just a slight problem i need to fix." he's gritting it though his teeth and you grin to yourself as you unzip his pants and pull out his fully hard cock, running your fingers over it and smearing the precum. he's breathing tensely and he starts to speak to the class, giving tips on a certain question after one student asks him a question.

you pump him a few times gently, then start to kitten lick his tip, wanting to tease him since you've never had the upper hand like this before. you flatten your tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing him a bit before slowly taking him into your mouth, sliding a bit before bobbing. the quiet groan he lets out as you take him as far as you can is sinful, a student asking richie about formatting as you suck him off. bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks and relish in the feeling of richie’s cock in your throat, stretching you out and making you moan around him.

"y-yeah, so for this i'm really just looking for MLA-" he almost hiccups to cover up a groan as you try to hold yourself still with him all the way down your throat, as far as you can take him. "MLA formatting, nothing out of the ordinary. thank you for asking that."

and then you hear him slam a button and he groans out, “you feel so good baby.” he hisses, his hand moving from above the desk down to grip the back of your head, carding through your hair. "don't fucking stop." he says, his hand guiding your head as you work hard.

after a few minutes you pull off of him to take a few breaths, pumping as much as you can with your hand as he tries to act like he isn't getting sucked off while proctoring an exam. you can hear people starting to turn in their exams and saying goodbye, so you take him back into your mouth and try to relax, breathing through your nose as his cock twitches in the back of your throat and you gag.

you bob your head after that, your tongue flat against his cock as he slightly bucks his hips. you feel him type out something for the class and then he moans very lowly, bucking his hips up and you choke a bit as he slides further in your mouth and stretches your throat.

he doesn't feel you that he's about to cum, you just know, and he's clenching the edge of his desk and breathing hard as you eagerly swallow around him, moving slightly so the new angle makes him toss his head back for a brief moment before snapping back to the screen.

"professor, are you sure you’re okay?" someone asks again. you keep bobbing up and down on him as he mutters, "yes, thank you ms. ruben. finish your work and we can leave."

you figure those words are for you, and you move harder, helping him chase his high. he pulls your hair suddenly, which makes you keen forward and take him deep, gagging as you force your throat to relax.

and then soon he’s hitting his high, cumming in your mouth with a silent shudder, his hand squeezing his desk as the other hovers over his keyboard. you moan a bit as you swallow, pulling off him slowly as he pants, eyes glancing down at you.

you slide back up into your seat and sip on your beer, fixing your hair slightly as his eyes bounce from you to the screen. you smile innocently at him, his cheeks flushed and looking disheveled as he waits fro the last students to finish.

it's about three mintes until they're done and he stares directly at you once he ends the meeting. you expect him to say anything but what comes out of his mouth next.

"if you pull something like that again i will fuck you in front of the entire class.” he says it dead serious, eyes bright behind his glasses and boring straight into yours.

your legs feel like they could give out and you turn red as you watch him, “don’t act like that thought doesn’t have you already getting hard again.” is all you can think to say. it spills from your mouth quickly, your mind not even given time to think before you say it.

richie narrows his eyes, rising slowly from his chair and walking towards you, eyes locked the whole time. “funny. because you’re the one who couldn’t even wait two minutes before needing my cock in her mouth. i bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere i wanted and you’d still thank me for it afterwards, right princess?”

you’re not really used to this fierce banter between you and your professor - but when has this ever been professional?

you squeeze your legs together and stand up on wobbly legs. “shut up. you’re the one who said you’d give me first-hand experience on my essay. you wanted me the second you saw me.” you try to regain the upper hand, but he’s walking towards you and your legs hit the edge of his desk.

“of course i did, doll.” he says lowly, lips suddenly very close to yours. “and i still do.”

and you’re kissing again desperately, days upon days of desperation working its way into your kiss as you sit yourself on his desk and he comes between your legs, gripping your thighs.

he's dragging his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing against your heat and making you pant with need as you tug his curly strands. his hands then move to quickly undo his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. you whimper slightly as you spread your legs a bit, desperate to finally feel him inside you.

and then his hand is grabbing your face, thumb holding your chin as he turns your head to look right at him. "you better do exactly what i say, princess." he says, looking into your eyes. you nod, his thumb grip stern as he lines up at your entrance. “hm? or you wont get what you want.”

"yes, richie, yes. wan' it so bad, please." you mutter, making him smile. "aren’t you a good girl." he says with a grin, nudging your shoulder down until you’re laying on your elbows, legs bent and feet propped against the edge of his desk. then he’s pulling your lacy underwear aside and pushing into you in one motion.

the sudden stretch fills you to the brim and you let out a guttural noise at the feeling, having not been too warmed up to his cock. your back rubs uncomfortably against the wood of the desk as he pushes into you, but your hands grip his shoulders and all you can think about is richie. but then he stills, staring at you as he’s stretching you out, buried to the hilt.

you think he’s giving you time to adjust and so you relax, breathing as you take in the size of him. after a few moments, you kiss him. “please move richie.”

but he doesnt. and you moan, your legs quivering as he gently caresses one of your bent knees.

“good girl, begging for me.” his hands grip your thighs, holding them open as your eyes roll back slightly, “so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby.”

you turn red at the praise, trying to move your hips and feel him deep inside you. his hand falls to your stomach, pressing slightly. he tuts and you gasp, “stay still for me baby, wanna see you wait for it.”

you whimper, eyes closing as you try to breathe normally. his hands run up and down your sides, stomach, chest, hips, and then down your legs as he stands still, buried in you. your breathing is shaky with need. 

and then when you think you can’t handle it any longer, richie slowly pulls out. you moan, hands gripping his shoulders as the feeling coils your abdomen with pleasure. he starts thrusting slowly, picking up the pace so slowly it was torturous.

your nails rake down his back, and even though it’s through his shirt you’re sure it’ll leave faint red lines. your toes curl in pleasure as he moves his hips, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

“look at you, all wrecked on your professor’s cock.” he pounds you into the desk, lips then falling to suck large marks on your neck, the stinging pleasure adding to the volume of your moans.

his hands rise to lift your shirt up over your chest, sliding up to quickly palm your breasts, his hips starting to snap in an unforgiving pace. you feel him so deep inside of you that tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure building instantly. he’s leaning over you as he hits the sweet spot deep inside you, your vision coming in and out of focus as your legs begin to shake. “yes, richie, right there.” you moan, holding him above you as one of his hands goes to your hip, gripping tight as he pulls you towards him in time with his thrusts. it makes you yelp in pleasure, head tiltin back in euphoria.

he pulls back to look at you, hand tugging on your hair so you look at him as he pounds into you. "look at you, such a brat teasing me while i was teaching.” his voice is deep and rough, "look at you now, drunk on my cock. you just needed to remember your place, huh baby?" he coos, pressing a kiss to your temple, the feeling overwhelming as your orgasm creeps up quickly. “such a pretty girl.” he whispers.

you’re speechless as he pounds into you perfectly, the feeling making you sigh. "so perfect, all for me... so fuckin' pretty, baby." he's muttering kissing you like he's claiming you, his teeth clashing slightly with yours and his tongue dominating. you're weak, legs shaking as he pounds into you.

“are you close, doll?” he asks, eyes closed in bliss as he tilts his head back, hair catching the fluorescent light of his office lamp and looking beautiful. “yes, s’close, please-“ you moan, pulling him to your lips.

your eyes close slightly as he thrusts into you, one hand slipping up to roll your nipple softly and making you moan his name. as he sucks a hickey on to your neck, his thrusts begin to get sloppy and you clench around him. “god, you were made for me, baby. fuck, takin’ it so well.” 

and you hit your high after a series of pleas and moans of richie’s name, your eyes rolling back in euphoria. he’s rubbing your cheek, still thrusting as he whispers, “good girl, cumming on my cock.” the moan he lets out at the feeling of you clenching around him has you red as you feel his hips stutter. “fuck, y/n.”

you’re still clenching slightly from overstimulation as richie quickly pulls out of you, cumming on your bare stomach with a moan of your name, a sweet sound from the pink of his lips. you moan in pleasure as you watch him.

you look up with hooded eyes, still coming down from your high as his head falls on your shoulder. “fuckin’ hell, toots.” he whispers with a laugh, which makes you giggle a bit as you catch your breath, mind still muddled.

after a moment richie pulls away, re-tucking in his pants and straightening his shirt. he crosses behind you and returns with a shy, boyish grin and a box of tissues. you smile back and he gently guides your hand away as he reaches for a tissue himself, wiping you clean gently and pressing kisses over your stretch marks, kissing all the way up to your lips and making you giggle. your stomach is full of butterflies as he helps you right yourself from the desk.

“did you drive here?” he asks. you shake your head, looking up to him for a second, “i walked.” you squeak.

he nods. “i’m driving you.”

you flush, “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that, professor.” you say shyly. he throws you a look as he pulls his jacket on, shutting down his work laptop. “get over here now, doll. and don’t protest. i’m driving you, toots. it will make my night to buy us some chinese takeout.”

your heart flutters as you take his hand, glancing at the ground with a smile as he locks his door, both of you stopping and staring at the plaque on the outside of the door that reads:

professor tozier, sociology dept.

you cough and he looks down the hall before grabbing your hand again and making your way out to the parking lot. it’s silent - both of you certainly thinking about how wrong this, whatever it is, is. you almost roll your eyes at the cheesiness of what you think next - but why does it feel so right?

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at the divide // d.s (seasons change au)

Warning: The events in this au are an addition to the timeline of Seasons Change by @chilling-seavey (also pic credits to her <3). To avoid spoilers, please go read that amazing masterpiece first (and check out her other writing)

Inspired by If I Get High by Nothing But Thieves

Summary: Daniel searches for Marigold’s presence in a time he misses her the most.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and grief, alcohol consumption, kind of unedited

Word Count: Approximately 3K

A/N: If you want to really feel this one, listen to If I Get High by Nothing But Thieves and Marigold and Daniel’s song Cover Me Up by Morgan Wallen

I'll meet you at the divide

To break the spell

It was too good to be true, like a fantasy with a tragic twist, a hope for a sunny day clouded by storms. Daniel carried a heavy heart yet he felt empty. His heart beat in his chest, pumping life into his veins but he loomed around in silence. He was a ghost haunted by the walls of his own home. The house was draped in an eerie quiet, so quiet Daniel could hear the clock ticking in his bedroom from downstairs. He set aside his freshly washed plate in the drying rack and dumped his emptied beer bottle in the bin. When Lennox went to school, lunches were painfully quiet. Daniel often found himself in front of the TV, eating his lunch with the background noise of any program playing on the screen.

With a sigh he rested his hands against the counter, leaning forward. His eyes drifted to the living room, where a line of photo frames stood on the mantle above the fireplace. She was everywhere. Daniel didn’t know whether that was a blessing or a curse. The clock ticked rhythmically, Daniel couldn't count the hours. His fingers traced the frames on the mantle. She was always smiling, even when it hurt the most. He never understood how. How could she hold all the rays of the sun while her star collapsed? He was the moon without a sun sharing its light, a dark unlit sky with lonely stars.

Stars. Lennox. Daniel smiled shakily, his vision blurring as he stood in front of the last photo on the fireplace. Even as the faces and colours blended together with his tears, he could still remember the image clearly. Lennox’s first hockey match. Lennox was squashed between Daniel and Marigold, wearing his hockey gear. They all held matching smiles on their faces. She was everywhere and maybe that’s what made it so hard to let go, suffocating when her presence was embedded in the air around him.

Daniel grabbed himself a beer and sat down on the couch, picking up a familiar belonging: a scrapbook Marigold had crafted for them, celebrating their early dating anniversaries. The book’s cover was brightly decorated with stars and stickers. He sat down, tracing his fingers over the scribbled text in her handwriting. He flipped through the pages, taking his time to trace the stuck-on tickets and read the small love letters Marigold had delicately weaved in her writing.

A point where two worlds collide

Yeah, we'll rebel

His mind felt dizzy with the slight tinge of alcohol. All the memories printed into the scrapbook seemed like distant conversations and hazy images. He turned the page over, his eyes falling to a scribbled date in the middle and countless doodles and stickers in the background. His heart dropped as his mind took him back to one of the most special nights in his life.His mind and heart pulled him down like an anchor into the sea, dragging him deeper until there wasn’t enough light left to see.  

Daniel wiped the stream of tears off his face, closing the book. He sunk down farther into the couch, holding his head as he cried. He exhaled shakily, feeling a light feather touch trailed up his shoulder. Daniel tensed as he heard a whisper. The voice was smooth like a calming wind, familiar like the arms of a lover.

“Why so many tears, my sweet?”

He opened his eyes and from the blurry mist in his eyes he saw the form of the woman who carried his heart.

“Sunshine,” he breathed. Daniel threw his arms around her in an instant. He cried, clinging on to her tighter as sobs shook his body.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Marigold held him close, rubbing soothing circles over his back. She kissed his head as he cried. She tried to pull back slightly but Daniel only held her closer.

“How- you-you’re here-I don’t know what to do, Marigold,” he whimpered. “I can’t do this without you.”

“Why would you say that, hmm?” she pulled back and cupped his cheeks. Her thumbs wiped the tears from his cheeks. “You’re doing so well, my sweet. I am so proud of you.”

Daniel shook his head from side to side. He gripped her shirt and rested his head against her chest. His lips trembled, “I just want you back.”

Marigold sighed quietly, “You know that’s not possible.”

“Please don’t go. ”

And we run

And we run

And we run

Until we break through

“I won’t leave just yet,” she stroked his hair gently.

Daniel sniffled, and looked up. He reached his hand up, brushing his hand along her jaw and then cupping her cheek, “You are very real.”

Marigold laughed softly, “Yes, I am here.”

“Do you-” Daniel held her hand. “Does it hurt anymore?”

Marigold smiled, “Not anymore, no.”

Daniel smiled shakily, feeling the tears build up again at the answer he wished he had heard many months ago. He sat up and his hands reached up to caress her cheek. She had this golden glow that reminded Daniel of when she was carrying Lennox. “You’re so beautiful.”

Marigold smiled.

Daniel pressed his forehead against hers, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, my sweet.”

He leaned closer, pressing his lips on hers. Her soft lips and skin disappeared under his touch, fading into the air. Daniel fell forward on the couch, his hands gripping the fabric. He snapped his head around in search of her, letting out a strangled cry as he was met with the walls of his living room.

If I get high enough

Will I see you again?

Daniel was falling into a routine and he was growing to hate it. With no energy by noon, he often landed on a couch, a drink in his hand and the multiple CD’s of home videos by his side. He never drank too much before Lennox came home. Lennox was the only light which filled the gaping hole in his chest but the sharp taste of the beer numbed his mind. It calmed the storm of emotions he carried inside, just for a few moments and for him that was enough. Daniel entered the living room with a beer in his hand, heading to the CD’s by the television. The text on the CD covers were fading where he held them, some more than others, exposing the amount of times he watched them.

I feel my loss every night

Not long to wait

He slumped back down on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand as the video loaded. A crackle echoed over the speaker before a soft voice spoke.

And if I do this thing right

I dream of our escape

“Lennox, say hi,” Marigold whispered behind the camera.

She zoomed in on a baby Lennox, waddling around the flowers in the garden in his small yellow boots. He wore one of Marigold’s old sweaters, far too small for her but slightly too large for the little boy. The sleeves and hem of the sweater were rolled up, hugging his body. Spud turned to the camera and grinned, his two little teeth sticking out. He waved his arm at the camera and turned back to the flowers decorating their garden.

He pointed at the bunch of hydrangeas and tugged at his sweater, “Blue. Like mine.”

Marigold gasped, “Yes, well done my shining star!”

Spud giggled and the camera turned just as Daniel’s car rolled into the driveway.

“Daddy’s here!‘ Marigold captured Daniel stepping out of the truck with a smile. Lennox squealed, running to Daniel with his hands up. “Dada!”

Daniel scooped him up into his arms, bouncing him gently, “Hi Spud, I missed you!”

Marigold shuffled closer to Daniel, the camera lens covered as they shared a quick kiss, “Hi my sweet.”

“Hey sunshine.”

The camera flipped, fitting all three of them into the frame. Lennox grabbed the camera in his hands and pressed the lens close to his face.

“Oh, careful Spud.”

The curious child attempted to hold the camera out like his mother, pointing at the flowers, “Blue!” The garden twisted into a spiral as the camera tumbled out of his hands and the video cut off.

Daniel sniffled quietly and took a gulp of his beer. The next video began to roll. He heard the familiar sound of her footsteps down the stairs. The camera trailed the floor until it lifted up outside the house, pointing at Daniel.

“Look how handsome my baby daddy is.”

Daniel glanced up at the camera with a bashful smile. Marigold pulled him up by his arm so he could be seen better and she set her hand against his chest, giving him a pat.

“I’m going to have to keep close eyes on you at Sunday brunch. All the ladies are gonna want a piece of this.”

“Oh my gosh.” Daniel chuckled shyly.

“And my other handsome man!” Marigold added, shuffling around the open door to get a good shot of the baby in the car seat. “Gonna be fighting the ladies off you too, my beautiful boy.”

Lennox blinked up at her but her same smile could be seen forming behind his pacifier that bumped excitedly against his little nose. Marigold turned the camera around as she leaned in with Daniel, capturing both of them together and Daniel just smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She looked up at him lovingly, “Happy first Father’s Day, my sweet.”

“Thank you.” Daniel smiled, meeting her halfway for a kiss. “And thank you for making me a father.”

They shared a few more kisses and ‘I love you’s until Lennox let out a small cry.

“Oh my.” Marigold said, addressing the camera again as Daniel left the frame to care for Lennox, “Well, when Lennox says it’s time to go, it’s time to go! We have church to get to and a bunch to show off at.”

When she was a few steps away, the camera caught her admiring her husband over her shoulder as he finished buckling in the baby.

She looked back to the camera and spoke gently with her wide grin spread all over her soft face, “Lennox Blake, if you’re watching this some time in the future when you’re grown up and annoyed by your parents – just know that you have the best daddy in the whole stinking world. I picked him out myself for you so that’s how you know he’s good.”

The camera clicked softly and a another video played.

The screen zoomed in on Daniel and Lennox across the grass. Lennox was tucked up on his shoulder and Daniel was pointing out little flowers and the buds on the trees as they walked. He finally looked over and caught Marigold filming, a shy smile taking over his face and he rested his head against his son’s tiny body.

And we run

And we run

Daniel was a mess, his stray tears turning into quiet sobs. He turned off the TV, the bright screen of colours and memories turning into a reflection of his pain. He chugged down the rest of his second beer and dragged himself off the couch. The air felt stuffy, like he couldn’t breathe properly. He swayed as he stumbled to the garden door, nearly falling down the steps. A choked sob left his lips and he covered his mouth. He stormed past the bushes of overgrown, wilting flowers.

And we run

Until we break through

Daniel stumbled to the back of the garden, grabbing the support of the garden swing. The tears fell down his face , smudging the darkening colours of the flowers around him. He slid down to the grass, leaning his head back. Daniel dug his fists into the ground, tugging out strands of grass with a yell. The pain in his chest burned into tears and he closed his eyes, drowning himself in his loss. His head felt heavy with what remained of the alcohol in the system and his tears. A soft breeze rustled gently.

If I get high enough

Will I see you again?

A soft hand brushed his cheeks, wiping away the tears.

“My sweet.”

Daniel shook his head, “No, go away.”

“Daniel, my sweet. It’s okay, I’m here.”

He wiped his eyes and took a shaky breath as he saw her again. “Mari.”

“Come on, let’s get you up.” Marigold reached out her hands to pull him up to his feet. She dusted off his shoulders and smiled. “There. Much better. Come on.”

Daniel sniffled, his eyes focused on Marigold in some state of confusion and surprise. Her arm was wrapped around Daniel’s as she guided him inside the house. He lifted his finger to touch her cheek. Marigold giggled softly, “What are you doing?”

“Where are we going?” his voice cracked.

“I haven’t seen Apollo and Venus in so long,” Marigold smiled, looking up at Daniel. “Let’s go for a ride.”

Daniel moved at a slow pace, trotting beside Marigold on her horse. Marigold looked around at the green fields ahead of them, a glow in her eyes. He watched how her hair moved in the wind, her blonde curls flowing. The sun reflected on her face, and Daniel smiled. Her face was full of colour, no longer pale, no longer lifeless. For once she seemed at ease and Daniel had forgotten what that felt like.

Marigold slowed down to a stop and for the first time Daniel turned his head away from her. He gasped softly, instantly recognizing their surroundings, their spot. He followed her movements as she climbed off her horse and sat down at the spot where he would normally park the truck. Marigold shifted closer to Daniel, if it was even possible, and placed her head on his shoulder.

Daniel held her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. Marigold sighed, “No matter how many times we come here, the view still takes my breath away. It’s beautiful.”

Daniel hummed in agreement but his focus seemed to lie on staying as close to her as possible.

“You haven’t been singing much lately, my sweet,” she remarked.

“I know,” Daniel mumbled. His voice trembled and he took a moment to breathe. “It’s hard.”

Marigold smiled softly and caressed his cheek. “Could you sing something for me?”

Daniel nodded. His voice was quiet, just barely above a whisper. “A h-heart on the run.” He gulped. His eyes connected with hers and he sighed shakily. “Keeps a hand on the gun. You can’t trust anyone. I was so su-s”

Daniel’s head bowed down and he wiped his eyes, “I-I’m so-sorry-”

Marigold shook her head, cupping his cheeks. She wiped his tears away and smiled softly. “I was so sure. What I needed was more, tried to shoot out the sun,” she sang.

Daniel lifted his eyes to hers, his frown breaking into a shaky smile. “The days when we raged, we flew off the page. Such damage was done,” he joined in unison.

Marigold stood up on her feet, reaching out her hand. Daniel stood up, his hand in hers as she pulled him closer. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and Daniel held her waist, sucking in his breath. “But I made it through, 'cause somebody knew I was meant for someone.”

They swayed gently from side to side. Daniel cried quietly, pulling her closer until there was barely space between them, his forehead against hers. They shared the kisses that had been stolen from them, singing the unfinished lyrics of their song with their lips just a touch apart. A setting sun cast a dreamy light over the couple. Daniel’s singing was consumed by his tears and he buried his head in between her neck and shoulder. He held her tighter, his tears staining her beautiful dress.  

“So cover me up and know you're enough.” Marigold rubbed her hands soothingly over his back and kissed his shoulder. “To use me for good.”

Marigold moved her hands to his chest. Daniel didn’t move, wanting to be in her arms. “My sweet, it’s getting dark. We should get home.”

Daniel pulled away reluctantly, holding her hand as they walked back to Apollo and Venus. Marigold waited by his side as he climbed his horse. She placed her hand on his knee and they leaned closer, their lips meeting each other halfway. Daniel nearly wished he couldn’t breathe when he pulled away for a breath. Marigold pecked his lips again before climbing her horse.

She travelled forward, Daniel following behind. Marigold sped up, urging her horse to gallop faster. Daniel frowned and tried to catch up with her.

“Sunshine,” he was an arm’s reach away.

“My sweet,” Marigold turned back to him with a smile, but it wasn’t the same. There was some underlying loss in her smile and it made Daniel’s heart drop to his stomach. “It’s time to go.”

“Sunshin-” he hurried Venus to run faster. “Sunshine! Marigold, wait!”

And we run

And we run

And we run

Daniel struggled, panting. The wind blew harshly in his face as Marigold moved faster, turning into a blur. Marigold faded farther and farther away until she disappeared. He cried out for her, his voice dying out into violent sobs. “Mari-stop!”.

Venus turned to mist from beneath him and Daniel fell to his knees. He pulled himself up, ignoring the ache in his legs and he broke into a sprint.

He felt himself fade the faster he ran, hearing a voice call out for him, but it wasn’t hers. The distance he covered never seemed enough as the fields ran endlessly in front of him. His legs gave out under him and he fell, head first into the grass.

Until we break through

Daniel’s eyes opened and he turned over with a groan, feeling someone shake his shoulder. “Dad, dad!”

He sat up in a sudden movement, startling Lennox. Daniel pulled himself to his feet, marching past Lennox to the stables.

“Dad, what happened? Where are you going?” Lennox followed him, his school bag bouncing on his bag as he kept up with his father. Daniel entered the stables, his shoulders falling as he found the horses well kept in their pens.  

“Dad?”  Lennox walked up to his side and held his arm, looking up at a distraught Daniel. He looked down at Lennox and brushed his hand over his head. Daniel pulled Lennox close, hugging him tight. Lennox welcomed the hug, unknowing of the inner turmoil in Daniel’s heart. He could still feel her in their own shining star, little remnants of sunshine and beautiful blooming flowers.

“Let’s go inside, Spud,” he whispered.

Lennox pulled away with a smile and jogged back into the house. Daniel watched him go before he turned back to the stable. He looked past the open entryway where the green fields stretched out to the horizon, meeting the sky.

And we run

And we run

And we run

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be there | skz b.c

a bang chan scenario; heavy angst/fluff warnings: anxiety/panic, depressive themes, mild swearing, mentions of self-hatred, implication of self-harm words: 2k+

a/n: please tell me if there’s something i forgot in the warnings. this is unedited, i haven’t been feeling great for a while now, so i guess, this one is more of a self-indulgent/pep-talk fic or smth. if you have any request or would like to interact, my asks are open :) please remember that if you needed someone to talk to, i’m willing to listen. x 

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you’ve been spending your whole week inside your apartment. most times, you allow the time to pass by laying on your bed, staring at nothing, or sleeping. you lost count of how many times your phone has rung in the last few days ― you barely even look at it anymore, except for the times you have enough energy to at least tell one person that you’re doing okay and that there’s nothing to worry about.

except, they all knew it’s a lie.

your phone has about 50 notifications from calls and messages you got from the members, your family, and friends. your heart is shattering knowing you’ve put them in great distress by making them worry about you ― hell, if you could just pick up the right amount of energy to communicate and let them in, you’d do so in a heartbeat, just to set their heart and mind at peace.

but, it’s been a long withstanding war between you and your mind when it comes to letting people in and seeing you weak. chan pointed this out to you long before you even entered the relationship, but you just can’t easily put your guard down, especially not when you’ve had it up for years.

your eyes zoomed into the little succulent placed on the corner of your room. it was given to you by chan when you celebrated your birthday last year. since then, it has made its presence known in your room, giving it a bit more personality and magnifying the air of calmness in your little nook. your chest tightened at the memory; you miss chan, you have been mentally beating yourself up since this episode started because all you wanted to do right now is to have chan by your side and have his arms wrapped around you, but your barriers renders you unable to do so.

lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice it when tears suddenly started dripping from your cheek… one… two... until it continuously flowed. your body felt weak, as your week flashed in your mind — the memory appears like a reel behind your lids. how you pretended to be cheerful in your workplace only to come home and be welcomed by the familiar emptiness as soon as you get home. you felt your body crashing on the floor as your chest began tightening. there’s not much room for air in your lungs but the floor is wide enough to fill up with your unrelenting tears.

if only i did things differently, surely, something must have changed? you thought to yourself.

stupid, so fucking stupid.

at this point, even you have no idea what you’re chiding yourself for. your brain will dig up all your memories, even the smallest, inconsequential things that you did — no matter how old it was. you bit your lip trying to reign in your cries, your hands crawled upwards and towards your scalp, tearing through it and locking your hair strands into a tight grip.

your clothes seems to be one of those bad decisions right now; the pair of shorts and ratty t-shirt allows your skin to be in your line of sight. the scars that marred your skin — on usual days, are faded and doesn’t bear any hold over you, for you have learned to accept them after a long warring within yourself. but, in times like this, they’re glaring reminder of everything you wish you haven’t done and a long line of insecurities.

looking down at the faded jagged lines, your eyes from your tears and at last, an anguished cry teared through your throat. fuck, i’m so sorry.

please, you whispered quietly into the empty room.

a loud, incessant ring pierced through your bedroom, making you flinch as it brought you back to reality.

your eyes wildly scanned the room, looking for the source of the sound. even the ringtone was unfamiliar, but as it continuously rang, you realized it was your work phone haphazardly tucked in one of your table drawers. moving sluggishly, you crawled your way near the drawer to get the phone. trying to compose yourself before picking the call up, knowing it’s probably a call from the office, you tried to stabilize your breathing. but, you were shocked to find chan’s name in the caller i.d.

this time, you picked up his call. you didn’t even bother hiding the fact that you were crying. as soon as his soft voice echoed through the speaker, you began to sob.

“y/n? hey? what’s wrong?” chan tried to keep his voice calm.

the ceiling looks empty, you thought to yourself as you tilt your head upward, “i’m sorry.”

chan felt like he was knocked out of air when he heard you apologize brokenly over the phone.

“no…no… you don’t have to be sorry, okay?” he whispered softly, his voice raspy with emotions as he anxiously paced around his studio, looking for his wallet, jacket and his car keys.

he knew there is something wrong the moment you dropped contact from almost everyone last week. he knew from experience that you prefer being left to your own devices until you feel okay enough to acknowledge it. but, even if you refused to let his visit you for long periods of time, he would still come knocking at your door from time to time or blow up your phone until he knows that you’re okay.

this was the very first phone call that you initiated after a week and you were crying, it was enough to bring alarm to chan.

his whole body felt cold, jittery even but he tried to calm himself down so he can safely drive to your place. he kept the phone call going, connecting the call in his car so he can talk to you while driving.

“i.. just… i don’t know, chan,” you whispered raggedly into the phone, the tears never stopping. your head began pounding not too long ago and your body felt tired. but, the tightness in your chest never eased, it’s just there, making you grow uncomfortable as each minute pass by.

“it was just a bunch of stupid decisions i made, but somehow, it still haunts me to this day,” you breathed, choking towards the end of your words. as you closed your eyes, you can almost remember how it felt, the familiar rush you felt — it was never the good kind, and it always fuels your self-hatred after every single line.

the walls and ceilings looks emptier than ever. you clutched  your shirt tightly in your fist, willing the tightening in your chest to ease and the memories to fade along with it.

while his voices appeared calm and gentle to your ears, his insides are on a turmoil, wanting nothing more than to be by your side this instant. he is scared out of his wits, he is terrified of the scene he might see when he reached your apartment. but, at the moment, the fact that you’re still on the line is enough to lessen his fear and nerves.

“baby, listen to me, alright?” his inquiry is met with silence, “y/n, baby, are you listening?” he tried one more time, his voice cracking from its calm façade.

your sobs and low hum was enough of a reply to him, so he decided to continue. “you don’t have to be sorry, okay? your scars are a reminder of a battle that you won and you’ll continue to win.” he trailed off, swallowing back his tears as he nears your place.

“just stay on the line… please… just until the pain subsides,” you whispered into the phone. shirt remaining clutched tightly in your fist with your breathing slightly labored.

he inhaled sharply, “of course, baby. just answer one question for me, okay?” when you replied with a quiet ‘yes’, he continued talking. “you’re not hurt?” there’s a silence between the both of you.

“…i think, i feel empty enough that it hurts.”

“okay,” he breathed in sharply. “okay, wait for me. i’ll be there, baby. for now, I want you to breathe through your nose. follow my counting, okay?” he parked his car before running through your building, being mindful not to alert you of the change in his breathing so he can assist you better during the breathing exercise.

“I’m right outside, okay? it’s okay. you’re doing great, baby,” he assured you before you heard the sound of your door opening and closing and there stood chan looking restless as his eyes frantically look over your body and around it, looking for any sign that you’re hurt. you heard a him dropping the call as your eyes raked over his features, as if it’s making sure that chan is not a figment of your imagination.

finding no sign of you being hurt, he began approaching you, he can’t help the way his heart clenched as he fought his own nerves. you both know it’s not physical pain that you need to be worried about right now. his arms slowly cradled you in a hug as he sank to his knees beside you. once again, your sobs echoed in the room as you desperately clung to him — both feeling relieved and scared; relieved, as you felt the familiar warmth and smell the scent of chan; scared, because this gaping hole you felt inside of you seems bigger than you’ve ever known.

his fingers went to your hair, gently stroking to offer you some comfort and kissing the top of your head.

“you’re doing great, y/n. you’re strong. this isn’t bigger than you. YOU are bigger than this, and if i have to run all the way here or call you every day just to remind you that, i’d do it in a heartbeat.”

chan moved the both of you to your bed. with your head placed on his chest, he continued his ministrations on your hair.

“… when i look at myself, i remember all the things i did in the past and hate myself for it,” you quietly whispered, staring at his shirt.

“…sometimes, when the self-hatred are fostered in my system, it makes me want to cut ties with everyone i love because i feel like i’m bound to hurt or disappoint them at one point,” you continued, occasionally clutching on to his shirt before letting it go.

“i know, i know i’ll always have you and everyone to count on. i know you’re willing to lend me that strength, chan. but, it’s been so long since i last did that, this is all i’ve ever known.”

chan’s hand slowed to a stop before he used both of his arms to hug you. “i know it’s hard for you and i know you’re trying your hardest to change that. but, we’ll be here to help you find your footing. hell, i don’t care how long it takes, progress doesn’t need to have a timeline, y/n.”

“… as long as you keep trying to move forward, that’s all that matters. your past? you’ve grown from that, haven’t you?” he said, his voice tickling your ears. you hugged him tighter, forcing your eyes shut as you try to will your tears away.

“i’m tired of crying,” you whispered.

“it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to let it out. it’s okay to lean on somebody,”

“-- i love you, i’ll always be here for you, okay? you don’t have to shoulder all of this on your own,” he said, kissing the top of your head. you looked up before placing a kiss on his cheek, the kiss lasting a little longer than usual peck. chan knew what the kiss meant – it was you acknowledging him and being grateful for him.

“i’ll pick myself up again,” you whispered, albeit unsure but when you felt chan squeezing your hand in assurance, your anxiety eased and the gaping felt like it shrunk. not by a lot, but enough to let the warmth of the person beside you to seep in. 

“i’ll be there to lend you hand, if you needed one,” and it was enough for you. back to square one, huh? you thought to yourself. maybe not, just a small mishap during the journey, i guess.

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Never like me

Pairing: Ginny x male!reader

Summary: you have a crush on your quidditch rival Ginny. In a desperate attempt to win, you tell her how much you like her.

Warning(s): unedited, swearing?

A/N: hello everyone. Thank you for being so patient with me! I’ve been having a rough week, from finding out I won’t be going to school, with any of my friends to my stupid permanent retainer breaking welcoming the possibility of having to get braces again. But, even with school starting on the first, I’ll try and post still! Thank you so much for your love and support! Hopefully this doesn’t suck from my lack of writing. Also sorry it’s so short! Enjoy!

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This was requested by @omnienigma

Request: hey if you don’t mind, can you write me a ginny x male!reader fluff fic where the reader is a nerdy and awkward Ravenclaw? maybe reader plays quidditch if that could help at all? you don’t have to but I cannot find like any ginny x reader fics and less x male!reader. :(

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You didn’t realized how much you liked her until you started playing quidditch against her.

“Watch out Ginny,” you say as you zoom past her. You can hear her coming up behind you as you speed off with the quaffle.

You’re normally really awkward but playing quidditch gives you the confidence you need. Normally you can’t say a chohernt sentence around her. It’s probably because she’s absolutely beautiful and amazing, but you don’t know. What you know, was that you don’t have a chance with her.

Why would she fall for a nerdy Ravenclaw?

Well that question was practically the only thought that occupied your brain.

Why would a girl like her, fall for a guy like me?

You didn’t really have time to dwel on this thought, because you were in a game. And you were the second best chaser in the school. Second only to Ginny.

You zoomed ahaead and narrowly dodged a blundger that was aimed at you. You whip your head around and see Ginny smiling at you with the beater’s bat in her hand. You roll your eyes as you turn your head back around and pick up the speed. And somehow, the keeper manages to block your shot.

You hear the bellowing laughter of Ginny behind you. You sigh and turn around to see her zooming the other direction with the quaffle that was just tossed at her. Without hesitation, you follower her.

She doesn’t get far before another one of your chasers knocks the quaffle out of her hands. You whip around and zoom after your chaser.

This time, she scores,

You vaguely hear the score. Gryffindor is twenty points ahead, and although Harry is an excellent seeker, you have faith in Cho. You have to do something, because Ginny is about to score, and you want, need, to win.

You fly as fast as you can and catch up to Ginny. She looks over at you.

“Ready to lose [Y/N]?” she yells, laughing to herself. In the background you hear that Harry and Cho have spotted the snitch. And with the sudden burst of confidence, and competitiveness, you spit it out.

What you never thought you’d hear yourself say it out loud.

“Well how about I allow you to win the game, if I’m able to take you out on a date,” you say, but it sounded more like a question. Ginny hesitates. Actually, that’s an understatement, she stops completely. Frozen in midair. But that moment was just enough, it distracted Harry, and Cho was able to grab the snitch.

When you see her holding it up, your eyes widen. You actually won, you plan worked. But then a realization hit you, you didn’t lose, so even if Ginny was remotely interested, it didn’t matter. You drop your head and slowly fly back to the ground.

You land next to Cho, and give her a big hug. She was the only girl you could be normal next to.

“Nice job Cho,” you say as you release her. She looks up and smiles at you.

“I couldn’t have done it without you! What did you say to Ginny? Her stopping distracted Harry.” She looks up at you.

“Oh, nothing,” you say, blushing slightly.

“Oh I’ll tell you what he said,” you hear and angry voice behind you. Ginny. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn around to face her wrath. You open your eyes and she her, fists on her hips, eyes glaring daggers at you.

Your eyes widen at the sight. You’ve never seen her this upset.

Is the thought of going out with me that revolting?

You frown at her, confidence gone.

“Yeah Ginny! What did he say? I’ve never seen you so shocked and happy,” Harry says, from behind Ginny.

Happy? She was happy?

You look up at her and meet her gaze. She blushes and looks down.

Wait, did you see that right?

Did she just... blush?

At you?

“Well,” she starts, but she doesn’t look like she’s going to finish.

“I asked her out. Well, kind of,” you say, shocked that your confidence came back.

Everyone’s eyes fly over to you.

“You did what?” Cho asks, almost as bewildered as Harry looks happy.

“Finally! Ginny what did you say?” Harry says, smiling at you and Ginny.

FINALLY?!

“She didn’t say anything,” you say, looking at Harry, then at Ginny. She looks up at you and smiles.

“Well you said you’d take me on a date if you lost, but how about I take you out on a date because I lost?” she asks, smiling at you shyly.

She just asked me out.

“I, uh, I-” you shake your head. “Yeah, Ginny. I’d love that,” you say smiling at her.

“How’s three o’clock on Saturday? Hogsmade?”

“That sounds great Ginny,” you say. She nods her head and walks away, followed by a stunned Harry.

“Oh, and don’t be late [Y/N]. I see how fast you go on a broom, and if it’s anything like that, I’ll be waiting for hours!” she yells over her shoulder.

You grin.

“As long as you kiss me after,” you yell back at her, your cockiness at an all time high. You watch as Ginny freezes, shoulders tense.Then, she turns around to smile at you.

“Oh I’ll be doing a lot more than kissing you,” she says winking. Your mouth goes slack as you watch her walk away. You can hear Harry’s screams, but faintly. Ginny is going out with you.

You look up and see the stadium clearing out. You smile and walk back to your tent to put your stuff away with Cho.

“So you and Ginny, huh?” she asks, bumping you on the shoulder. You grin and look down at your hands.

“I guess so,” you say.

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ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 04

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, Aɴɢsᴛ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ,

A/N: Unedited, please ignore any errors (Word Count: 4.27K)

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Y/N:

I typed away at my laptop, the silence of my office seeming to swallow me. The report I was writing up wasn’t where my mind really was. I’d type a whole paragraph only to read over it and realize it was complete rubbish. 

I groan in frustration, hitting save on the word document before closing the laptop a bit harder than necessary. I stare at the white wall of my office, contemplating my next move. Should I say something to the board of the hospital? 

No, that would cause too many problems. Plus, I’ve already promised a cheesing Jungkook that I would keep their “situation” a secret. They would totally reveal the illegal medical practice I’ve done more than once. 

I stand up from my seat, placing my hands on my hips in thought. My foot taps while I run through options in my head. Why does he want a doctor? Why does it have to be me? I’m sure there are black market doctors out there, who would be happy to work for him. 

His confident smirk flashes in my mind, only making my blood boil even more. I waltzed to the door of my office, flinging it open in a child-like manner. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I didn’t want to be stuck in that office of mine.

I was feeling suffocated and needed some air to clear my mind. I don’t have much planned for the rest of the day. Mostly checking on patients post-surgery with some more paperwork and reports. I kept my hands stuffed in the pockets of my white coat. 

I smile and greet patients and fellow nurses as I speed down the hallway. I’m not sure if Hoseok is still here. Looking at the clock on the wall, I’ve only been in my office for 2 hours since our encounter in the hallway. 

He wouldn’t waste his time here just to get under my skin, would he? Just how petty is he?

I turn the corner to see a herd of doctors, which includes Dr. Lee. He spots me right away, gasping as if I was just the person he was waiting for. His reaction prompts the other doctors, being heads of departments, to turn their attention onto me. I almost take a step back at their fiery expressions.

It almost felt like I was the topic of intense conversation they were having before I entered the vacancy. My walking came to a slow stop and my eyes widen at the expecting gazes. I looked behind me, hoping that I was simply obscuring their view of something else. 

However, I was dead wrong. When I look forward again, the gang of doctors with stiff smiles and determined eyes was coming my way.

I shuffled back as they got closer, about 8 people now crowding around me. 5 men and 3 women. I only recognized 3 faces, the others not seeing the need to introduce themselves to the new surgical assistant.

Their fake smiles were already starting to crack, their faces twitching to keep it up. Most of these doctors are rarely seen smiling, always focused on work and the patients. Their forced expressions of joy were causing passing nurses to stop in their tracks for a moment. 

“Yes?” I asked, shifting my eyes from doctor to doctor. 

“Y/n,” Dr. Lee began, “wouldn’t you say that the trauma department, which you are part of, does so much for the hospital?” My brows furrowed at his question, along with the overly enthusiastic tone his voice held.

What the hell is wrong with these people?

“We-” My sentence was cut off by another person. 

“Y/n, I’m sure you know that you’ve heard the Cancer treatment department has made strides in our research and work. Do you have some time? I could discuss further with you.” A woman said. I’m guessing she’s the head of the Cancer department. Words were being thrown my way and I could barely process anything that was being said. It was overwhelming.

“The Kids’ Department is working hard to--”

“People don’t understand the hard work that comes with working in the Burn Unit--”

“ICU is always doing their best to--”

I put my hands up in defense, shaking my head as I tried to sort my thoughts.

“Could all of you shut up for a fucking minute?!” My voice escalates to a shout that echoes throughout the hallways. I try to ignore the distraught looks from patients. It takes the doctors’ a second to process my words. They are all at once talking only stopping a few seconds after my out-burst.

“I don’t know what is going on with all of you, but keep it away from me.” I retort, bumping shoulders with some of the stunned doctors as I walked past them. 

“Well, what’s your relationship with chair Jung?” The head of O.P calls out as I’m walking away. I stop my retreat and spin on my heels to meet the sassy doctor with her poorly bleached hair tied into a bun on her head.

I raise an eyebrow her, watching as she shifts her feet and crosses her arms over her chest. She presses her lips into a flat line waiting for my response. 

I blinked rapidly, tilting my head to the side as if I heard her wrong.

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“What’s your relationship with chairman Jung? Everyone knows something is up and he’s not doing his best to be subtle.”

I paused, trying to figure out where the random questions and interest in me were coming from. What has Hoseok gone and said? He’s running his mouth already? 

“Excuse me?” I am just not clicking it together. What does my relationship with Hoseok have to do with the onslaught of fake kindness I just experienced?

The doctor scoffs in disbelief, getting annoyed with my oblivious attitude to this whole situation. 

“Chairman Jung, Y/n. What is your relationship with Chairman Jung and why did he leave the additional funding decision up to you?”  It felt like I was hit with a sack of rocks. 

My eyes widen, and I turned around as if to walk farther away from the truth. I turned back around opening my mouth to speak only to close it again. I crossed my arms over my chest, mimicking the female doctor’s stance. 

I stepped closer to the cluster of doctors. 

“He did what?” My words are spat out like they were poison. I didn’t need the doctor to repeat her words. My ears were clogged up and whatever the doctor replied went over my head.

The additional funding? The additional funding that is decided by the Board of Directors and Chairmans, given to only 2 departments every 3 quarters...was put on my shoulders? By Hoseok? He is out of his fucking mind? Can he even do that?

I can't help but groan, looking up at the ceiling and letting a child like a whine. 

That’s a target on my back. He put a target on my back, whether good or bad, I’m not yet sure. A chairman gives such responsibility to a mere surgical assistant?  That is going to look so bad!

That’s two targets on my back.

I turn my back to the doctors in time to hear Dr. Lee mutter, “I-is it a romantic r-relationship?” I roll my eyes at him question stomping off down the hallway. 

I’m gonna become the surgical assistant who got her job by fucking a chairman. I can feel the gossip being developed and spread as I waltz down the hall. 

I come to a hallway where I see Jennie reviewing a patient’s clipboard with another doctor. I couldn’t wait to rant to her about the sticky situation I’ve been put in. 

My eyes trained on Jennie who has yet to notice me approaching. I’m picking up pace, giving some patients friendly smiles as I walk down the hall. I’m taken aback when something warm snakes around my waist and whisks me off to the side. A yelp of surprise leaves my lips and I’m pulled into a different room, the door closing behind me. 

I’m pressed against a wall, and my nose is filled with the smell of an addictive cologne, an alluring warmth radiating from the source of the cologne.

I'm staring at the chest of a man and his dress shirt. I recognize the dark green blazer right away and become painfully aware of the hand resting comfortably on my thigh. 

“You should have been a track star with how fast you’re zooming through the hall.” He jeers. I look up at him, noting the close proximity and nervous patter of my heart. My eyes darted around his face, seeing how handsome he is. His curly eyelashes, smooth skin, and his lips turned up at one corner. 

When I finally met his eyes, they were on me. We held eye contact silently and my anger boiling up all over again. I brushed his hand off my waist and put my palm flat on his chest to push him away from me.

Hoseok staggers back and throws a look at Namjoon who watched on in silence. I didn’t realize he was there and took this time to acknowledge the empty patient room I was pulled into. It seems unused so there is no of a patient walking in to find us in here. 

I look back towards Namjoon, managing to show him a small smile. I look back at Hoseok, who stood there watching me with curious eyes. My face scrunches up at him, a glare directed right at him. 

He chuckles as if amused by me. 

“So Namjoon gets a smile, and I get this? Are you not happy to see me doc?” Hoseok teases revealing a toothy grin. 

“What exactly are you trying to do?” I sneer at him. My harsh tone doesn’t phase him. He hums while casually pacing a few steps as if he’s collecting his thoughts.

“I don’t know what you mean do-” 

I cut him off, shaking my head in frustration. I am not going to play this game with him. This back and forth is not going to go anywhere.

“Since when have you been a chairman for Seoul Sky Hospital?” I shot the question out. I watch Hoseok closing, noticing the way corner of his lip twitched slightly, his smirk almost dropping.

“It must be fate because I’ve always been a chairman here. Something to cover other activities.” He pauses, “I also hold responsibility in the upcoming Charity Art Gallery. I am all about giving back.” He said sarcastically. 

“I find that hard to believe. You’re here to see me shaking in my boots. I don’t see any reason for this? We can be done with each other, all you have to do is leave me alone. I haven’t contacted you, so I thought there was nothing to discuss.” I explained, pushing my hands into the pockets of my lab coat.

“You’ve seen my face, along with the rest of the guys. You know our names, who we are and what we do. Did you really think I could just let you go like that? Come on doc, you’ve at least seen the movies. You’d usually be dead right now.” The smirk on Hoseok’s lips becomes sinister as the playful look in his eyes melts away. 

His handsome features only leave me staring at him for some time. This man has no worry in the world. His relaxed posture and confidence were one of a man that had no fears. He wasn’t worried about explaining the reason we’re all in this room together. 

He wasn’t worried about me running to the police and he definitely wasn’t worried about how others in the hospital might interpret our relationship. Is it comforting or alarming that he’s this way? He’s either thought out solutions for every possible scenario or he acts at the moment, not worrying about the minor problem till it’s manifested.

“Why am I not dead yet Hoseok?” I finally asked back at him.

“Because I’ve found a use for you doc,” he steps closer, leaving me trapped against the wall. There was still a good amount of space between us, but the step back I wanted to take was not doable.

“My soulmate isn’t as useless as I thought she’d be.” He says, almost to himself rather than me.

“Be our doctor, be my doctor. Don’t let your bitterness due to reject cloud your judgment.”

“And who said I was rejected?” I snapped, “I never asked anything of you.”

“That disappointed look in your eyes was enough to figure out what you were hoping for. But that’s okay, we don’t need to talk about any of that if you don’t want to.” He paused to glance at the expensive watch on his wrist.

“Don’t even think of me as your soulmate, I’m just giving you an offer. A way to make more money.”

“And if I say no?” My voice comes off as more of a challenge then I wanted.

He nods expectantly, “I simply have to close any loose ends…” He trails off, raising his eyebrows till I caught on. 

“I’m the loose end...so by closing loose ends,” I stop. He’s giving the option of working for him or dying? Is that what I’m seeing?

He smiles knowingly, “Take it how you want it.” He speaks quieter this time.

“I’m taking it as a threat to my life.” I hiss back. Hoseok shrugs, seeing no need to diffuse my assumptions. 

“Wow, so you would really kill me? Is that the type of person you are?” My voice gets a bit louder, leaving me unable to hide the disdain in my voice. 

Hoseok holds his hands behind his back while his eyes grow dark and distasteful. 

He turns to glance at Namjoon while a humorless chuckle leaves his lips. For once I am genuinely afraid.

“You should already know that answer to that..” He takes another step closer, reaching into his blazer’s inner pocket. Panic surges through my body and I opened my mouth in protest. Ready to shout if he was drawing a weapon. 

Hoseok stops his movement, eying me silently. 

“I’m not gonna pull out anything crazy.” He removes his hand from inside his blazer, revealing a slick black business card. The text as written gold and the whole card was matte. I stared as he held out the card to me.

My eyes flickered between his face and the card. I started to reach out for the card, but I wasn’t fast enough for Hoseok. His free hand grabbed my wrist, the contact-making my face grow hot. He, on the other hand, looked unphased. 

He turned my hand palm up and place the card into my hand. His hand that was cradling mine didn't move, nor did he make any effort to release his grasp. Instead, he leaned forward, bringing his lips by my right ear. His breath whisked over my ear and my jaw. His cologne fills my nose and I find myself breathing in deeply. His hand that wasn’t clutching onto mine, starts to miss with one of the buttons of my lab coat. All these actions feel like they should be romantic, but all I feel is a mockery. 

I shivered in reaction, not missing the hum of satisfaction from him.

“And doc, you’re wrong. I don’t want you shaking in your boots, I’d rather have you trembling in that snazzy little coat of yours.” He leans away, aimlessly adjusting the collar of my lab coat. When he looks up to meet my eyes again, that crooked smile of his returns onto his lips.

“I’m giving you two days.” He lets go of my hand, yet the warmth of his touch lingers. Without another glance my way, Hoseok opens the door right beside me, walking out the empty hospital room. 

Namjoon wordlessly follows, however, I don’t miss the apologetic gaze my way as he’s shutting the door behind. I’m left with my thoughts, the only thing comforting me is the rapid beating of my heart against my chest. 

I released a staggered breathe and place my hand over my heart. Why do things always feel so tense with him around? I’m not sure if I want him closer or to run the other way.

My body is still hot, and the place where he stood still lingers with his addicting cologne. I try to collect my thoughts, standing in the empty hospital room for a few more minutes. I slip the business card into my lab coat pocket and slowly make my way out. 

~!~

My fingers drum against my thigh and my gaze flickers down to business card in my hand. My phone lays beside me. I sigh deeply, not knowing what my next move would be. 

Should I just take the job? Well, do I even have the choice? His threat of killing me felt very real. Though I don’t know Hoseok too much, I don’t think I should take his words lightly. 

I let out a shaky breath and grabbed my phone. He could be a reasonable man, right? I could work some type of deal with him? 

I’ll work for him for some time, and hopefully, be cut loose soon? Though I can’t lie, it feels like I’m selling my soul to the devil. Or could I be that I’m giving in too quickly? Would more resistance give me my freedom? 

I turn on my phone, opening it to my messages. I swiftly type the number from the card into the phone, pressing enter to see the send button at the button of my iMessage turn blue.

I type a simple message.

[8:34 PM] Y/n: Hello ...?

I plop my phone face down onto the bed and lay back to now stare at the ceiling. It isn’t long before my phone buzzes, sending my heart flying into my chest. I don’t look at it right away. My mind is racing and I try to figure out what he would say. He’s probably laughing in his head.

[8:40 PM] Hoseok: Be at this address in 20 minutes. 

There showed an address on the further side of town. I gawked at the reply. Right now? I’m not working tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean I want to venture into town to meet this guy. 

[8:43 PM] Y/n: Could we do this tomorrow?

[8:45 PM] Hoseok: You got 15 minutes now.

I scoff in disbelief rising off my bed and scrambling to get ready. I had already taken a shower and hopped into my PJs. I was grateful for an early dismissal from work today but looks like I have two jobs now. 

I walked to my closet and picked out a black long sleeve top with some light washed skinny jeans. They were mildly distressed but I didn’t care. I was just pulling on what I could find. I left my hair in the low ponytail. I slipped on some black sneakers and grabbed my phone to call an uber. 

When I got the uber confirmation, I sighed, setting my hands on my waist. 

Only heaven knows what I am walking into at almost 9:30 at night.

It wasn’t long before I was sitting in the uber, with the male driver who didn’t say much past a simple greeting. I kept my eyes out the window, watching the town zoom by. I saw groups of friends going out to eat, people singing and dancing while others clapped and watched.

The bright lights of clubs, stores, and restaurants shined brightly. I almost wanted to stop the uber and make my way inside to grab something to drink. 

Soon, there were fewer lights. This had only been a 15-minute drive but it was like I was in a totally different part of Korea. There were dimly lit signs for convenience stores, mom & pop restaurants, and other small businesses. 

I was baffled when the uber pulled over and parked the car. He turned around to glance at me, expecting to see me exited his vehicle. 

 I was finally getting a good look at his face. The man couldn't have been any older than 45. He wore a plaid jacket with a black v-neck top. He had an honest and kind face, while a strained smile sat on his thin lips. 

“This is your stop ma’am.” He spoke softly. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable, his eyes shift around to look at the surroundings of the car. I mirrored his actions, also looking around into the dark streets. 

I look down at my phone, checking the address and uber map. I had doubts and was hoping it was a mistake. Before I could reply to the driver, someone knocked on the car window I was just looking out of. 

I jumped back, noticing that the driver did the same. It took a short second for the fear running through my veins to clear my eyes to the beaming gentlemen. Jungkook’s doe eyes peered into the car window, his big open mouth grin all the same. 

“Jungkook?” I breathe out in relief. The driver’s confused gaze between Jungkook and I didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Noona!” Jungkook chimes, and waves his hand eagerly. I thank the uber driver quietly and scoot closer to the door where Jungkook stood. I unlocked it and stepped out, Jungkook closing the door behind me. 

I took in a deep, looking around at the vacant and gloomy streets. The car drove off quickly, leaving just Jungkook and me. 

“Boss told me you were coming so I volunteered to meet you here.” He explained. I took in his appearance. All back from head to toe. Turtleneck with an oversized bomber jacket, joggers and sneakers. 

In spite of his lively smile, Jungkook was fitting to the obscure neighborhood atmosphere. I, on the other hand, stood out. It was clear I haven’t been in this area. I probably seem more like a tourist than I ever have. 

“Follow me noona,” Jungkook says quieter this time. He looks behind us cautiously and starts walking. I keep up with him, watching as he stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket. 

“What made you change your mind?” Jungkook suddenly askes. 

I look forward, biting on my bottom lip to hold back a burst of bitter laughter. We turned a corner, and Jungkook looked at me waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know.” I finally said, “But I hope I won’t regret this.” 

“I’m sure you won’t. Boss keeps his word, he’ll make it worth your while.” 

Jungkook is the only one of the group men I’ve met that is really trying to build a friendship. He already clings onto me like an older sister. 

Makes me wonder where his family is and if they know what he has been up to. I can’t say I’m comfortable enough to ask such a question, so I bit my tongue. We walked for a bit longer, Jungkook going on about some video games he’s been into lately. 

I listened happily, trying to take my mind off of whatever was meeting me at the end of this stroll. A part of me was at ease, already trusting that Jungkook wouldn’t lead me into danger ...knowingly.

Jungkook stops walking in front of a dusty red brick building with about 5 floors. It looked old and near abandoned. The windows were all tinted darkly and the entrance was heavy-looking metal doors.

I see both a number pad and a lock for a key. I keep my distance as Jungkook enters a series of numbers into the number pad. It’s not long after that he takes a key from I don’t know where and opens the door. The door opens and Jungkook holds it open with his hand. 

He turns his head, surprised to see me standing so far off.

His mouth open a bit, eyes wide in confusion, “Aren’t you coming in?”

We stand in silence for some time. Jungkook isn’t rushing me for an answer, but I could tell he was getting tired of waiting. A sharp exhale leaves his lips.

This whole place feels so...sketchy. I start to rub my arms nervously. It’s not too late to rush off and leave...I could just turn around and--

“Don’t think of running off.” A heavy voice cut through the air. Even the crickets that were chirping loudly sounded like they stopped.

I lifted my gaze off the sidewalk to see Hoseok now holding the door open, Jungkook still staring at me. 

Hoseok didn’t look happy to see, he looked rather impatient. He leaned on the unopened door, on hand above his head, and resting on the door. His hair pushed onto his forehead, giving him a soft look. He wore all black, his black t-shirt covered with a leather jacket. 

“Runoff and I’ll find you.” Another threat. Great.

“Wherever you run off to, I’ll come and find you.” His tone was almost monotone, “You’re here, stand firm on your decision.” He rolls his eyes and disappears into the building. 

“You’re a part of this team now noona, no turning back!” Jungkook’s words seemed to crush my spirits slightly. The encouraging smile didn’t match the burdensome hue of his voice.

I close my eyes, attempting to slow down my pounding heart. I opened my eyes and took a shaky step forward, then another one and another. I almost wobble to the door. I walk past Jungkook and step into the decision that is now weighing on me like chains.