#not that i ever would but what if i made silly little lyric edits w/ the bandana code as a background

[skzfairies]

sooyoung’s relationship with nct dream!

✿ mark

he was actually the first one to introduce himself to her in the dreamies

he was really sweet towards her but wasn’t like, over the top, he was kinda chill yk

and that just made her feel so comfortable because she had so many worries about joining nct dream as a girl, she knew monique would also be there, but they weren’t in the same unit so it was very nerve racking for sooyoung

and this girl was like, 15 and she was being thrown into debut suddenly with a bunch of boys, and it was very overwhelming

but mark assured her that it was all okay, and that everyone wanted her there, and that she deserved to be here

if she was ever having any problems with anything, he would always try his best to help her out, or direct her to someone he knew would help her

and now they are the bestest friends, sooyoung admitted that out of the members he feels like an older brother the most to her :D

their always goofing off or messing around, but not like bouncing off the walls together, they just make jokes to each other and burst out laughing

they have so so many inside jokes omg

and whenever they randomly make eye contact, they would always burst out laughing, they literally can NOT be serious around each other ....

mark is basically the reason she knows so much english 😭 she literally just repeats whatever he says and then studies it later....that’s basically how she learned lmaooooo

✿ renjun

renjun ALWAYS clowns her, like she could just be breathing and he would make fun of her (all jokes ok he loves her)

and she’s just like .... did i ask

but she always gets him back :D

she doesn’t roast him, but rather she EMBARRASSES him

if renjun teased her a lot in a video that was uploaded fhat day, she would go on vlive and tell a VERY embarrassing story of renjun and go in COMPLETE detail and then she’s done she’s like “how are you guyssss?”

once renjun saw that she was doing that and he went to where ever she was and complained about it and she just laughed at him while he was begging her to stop 😭

they love each other i promise

they also play fight a lot, like they could just randomly be hanging out in the living room and they would just randomly start fighting each other until they called a truce

sooyoung always wins ☺️, you gotta learn a few tricks if you spend the majority of your time with seven boys

also, when sooyoung got confindent and comfortable with speaking some mandarin, she randomly started speaking it renjun

and he was SO touched like 🤞 he was in shock he was like “when did you- how- what?” and she was just like “ i wanted to learn some so i can talk to you and chenle, i don’t know much but it’s a start!”

and renjun just hugged her, he didn’t know what to say and he was like I LOVE THIS GIRL SO MUCH

no bcuz sooyoung literally deserves the world okay shes so sweet

and renjun would teach her and help her practice when he saw her studying and they just have little conversations with each other in mandarin, and it’s so cute hehe

oh yeah stargazing is a thing for them heeh, when neither of them can sleep because their stressed or it’s just not happening, they both go outside and attempt to watch the stars, even if you can barely see them since their in the city :/

✿ jeno

GAMING BESTIES

they stay up so late playing games whenever they are off and always regret it in the mornings 😭

when she first started playing games w him she was rlly bad and jeno would always beat her and he was SO SMUG ABOUT IT and he was like “haha loser💪”

and sooyoung being the hard worker she is, she practiced her gaming skills for a few months and watched a ton of vids and jeno would ask her to game and she was like “no, not yet.” “i’m kidding your not a loser!” “i’m not playing w u until i can beat ur ass!”

and then a few months later she finally asked him to play

and jeno was like YAY ☺️☺️

and he kept on hyping himself up,,, and then sooyoung beat him

she ended up beating him 4/6 times they played 🤞

JENO WAS SO SHOCKED

HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN

and sooyoung was just like :))) it’s okay jeno, maybe next time!” and she skipped out of his room happily while jeno was still like :0

he sat there in shock for awhile...

song writing besties 🤞

he actually helped her a lot when she was first learning, and when she completed her lyrics she had him check them over

same for him, she would always read over his lyrics he written, and sometimes she recorded a guide for him !

they always bounce ideas off of each other whenever their stuck, and then their like “damn we rlly are big brain 🤞”

OHHHH SHE MET HIS CATS ONCE

she fell in love with them, and his cats were instantly drawn to her

jeno has like 100 pictures of her w his cats he’s like :)) my childern

after meeting them sooyoung wont stop asking for asking for pictures of them or asking if their okay 😭

jenos like “do you love my cats more than me?“ and shes like “YUP:D”

✿ haechan

oh my gosh someone seperate them

these two are so chaotic omg

they are always coming at everyone’s throats omg

they roast the shit out of everyone 😭😭

whenever they are together there’s always loud laughing, BECAUSE HAECHAN IS JUST SO FUNNY OK

completly random but they look so cute and pretty sitting next to each other :D

haechan does tease her, but it’s not as much as the other members and she’s like :) “i’m special”

he’s always hugging on her and she either has two reactions:

if she’s sleepy and haechan throws himself on her she’s like ??? who tf is on me ??? and she looks so confused while haechan is moving around on her to get comfy and hes lowkey screaming and shes like 😳 i just woke up, and then she just goes back to sleep

if she’s wide awake she will scream and laugh and jokingly push haechan off of her until she gives up and just hugs back onto him, and she pats his head and goes “haechannie, your so cute :) i love you!“

its kinda a suprise that he’s older than her because he acts SO CUTE AROUND HER

and normally sooyoung would judge tf iut of u if you acted cute around her but wirh haechan she gets SO SOFT

like internally screams with haechan looks at her with a soft expression on his face because HE IS JUST SO CUTE AWH

another gaming duo <3

although it’s harder to beat haechan for her 😭😭

she’s only beat him like 5 times of the 6 years she’s known him 🤞

they also stay up late together, like they’ll be facetiming and they will litwrally just talk about ANYTHING and laugh their asses off

he lets her ramble about the random facts that she knows or the show she has been watching and jes just like :D your so cute, even if she repeated the same thing 2828 times or is not making any sense at all

haechan and sooyoung are so soft for each other 🤞

but they also arent afraid to roast tf out of each other 💪

✿ jaemin

these two are the sweetest omg

like they are SO CLOSE

and they are always together omg

like they always hang out in either one of their rooms and chill, it’s mostly her room tho because she complains about jaemins bed 😳

jisung feels like jaemin is his roomie too because he’s in there so much :0

dw sooyoung and jaemin are considerate 🤞

if jisung is sleeping and they wanna have a deep ass talk then jaemin will drags her to his room, because lets say jeno is a heavy sleeper (idk if he is but lets just say he is ☺️)

they are ALWAYS cuddling, like whenever she walked infront of his and he is sitting down, he’ll pull her to either sit next to him or his lap, it depends if cameras are around 🤞 and then once she’s sitting he’ll wrap his arms around her and just cuddle until they get uncomfortable lmao 😭

sooyoung will not fall asleep on any other member but jaemin, it’s just a thing idk, not that she’s not comfortable with the other members she just prefers to cuddle w jaemin since they cuddle so much hehehehe

whenever they are out walking in the streets and she’s tired she’ll grab onto jaemin’s shirt and he just down at her like :0 oh my god your so cute i just wanna protect ☺️, and he just puts his arm around her shoulder while she holds onto him :( i love them their relationship is so soft

ohhhhh jaemin made her go bike riding w him one day and she felt like she was going to DIE, her legs were so sore afterwards but jaemin was semi fine, and she was just like 😡i hate you.

she always asks jaemin to edit her photos for her, cuz she doesn’t know how hmph, and jaemin offered to teach her so she was like ☺️ okay so she sat in a chair next to him, and she ended up falling asleep.... whoops

jaemin was like “so you just do this to remove any- sooyoung?” and he looked down and sooyoung had her head against her knees, and she was OUT, like jaemin tried everything to wake her, so he ended up having to pick her up and put her on his bed while he finished editing her pictures 🤞

best boy jaemin YUP

i could write for AGES about them because i just love their relationship so so so much but all you guys need to know in summary is that they are such a soft friendship, they can always be seen cuddling together, they talk about almost everything, and their just besties :D

✿ chenle

01 liner babe’s yup !

they were close before debuting because they were close in age, and when they found out they were debuting they were like YESSS I KNOW YOU 😟😟

they call themselves twins hehe, even if they aren’t even born in the same month 😭

if they say they are twins, they are twins.

HIGH PITCHED LAUGH DUO YUP

sooyoung also has a higher pitched laughed, so whenever they laugh, it’s VERY high pitched

also they love to randomly harmonize?

like they could just be sitting in the waiting room and then they would just sing in harmony and then go back to whatever they were doing :0

ohhhh and they LOVE doing tik toks together

they will do covers of dances together or those silly duo ones and it’s so FUNNY because they are both so chaotic and it’s so cute

they really killing everyone w their cuteness 😭😭😭

he was also so shocked when she spoke mandarin to him, even if it was just a little bit and kinda awkward because she had just been studying to for a few months (she started studying it in january 2021!) and he was like 😟😄😄

he also gave her a big hug but he was way more entergetic than renjun, he shook her back and forth and yelled in her ear, NOT ON OURPOSE

he was just excited 🤞🤞

ohhhh they also post lil duets together :D and it’s so CUTE

like their both bare faced in a dim lit vocal room and one of them is playing the piano, and they just sing, and it’s so raw and beautiful, OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM

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✿ jisung

at first he was kinda shy around her, since hes normally shy around new people

and sooyoung was like, i understand, but shes an extrovert so she tried her hardest to be friends with everyone and talk to everyone, and jisung was like ???? how are you so talkative ???

the first thing he ever said to her was “your shirt’s cool, i like shinee subaenim too!” and it was really quiet and sooyoung was like “thanks ☺️”.

she was wearing a shinee tshirt btw, she’s a big shawol 🤭

they eventually got close though, i mean your bound to be when your with them all day yk

but sooyoung was so soft and gentle w him and reassuring him that it’s okay that hes a lil shy and he just felt comfortable around her, even if it was kinda hard to have conversations

now their inseparable!

she always laughs whenever he breaks something, but she always grabs it and sees if she can fix it for him, while laughing

for the first few years of their debut jisung was like her lil bro, she would always tease him or fool around him

and now its the reverse 😭

jisung always roast her or teases her, and it’s so subtle she would just laugh whenever he said something and then after awhile she realizes what he just said so she’s like ... ☺️😟😳😕

shes like wHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIL BRO

jisung always pats her head when she has her mouth open after he teases her, and is like “hehe, love u”

“sure you do jisung, sure you do.”

she gets him back by blasting twice or shinee and dancing on her bed until jisung gets out of bed and turns it off 😭

she never does that when he’s sleeping because she doesn’t actually wanna make him mad 😭

they have never fought and she’s not willing to loose that streak

jisung compared their hand size once and it litteraly made sooyoungs hands look like a baby hand and she was like ... i hate it here

now he always asks for a high five and then he laughs because of the size difference

and she gets SO MAD

“STOP DOING THATTTTT, ITS NOT FUNNY”

“stop falling for it 🤷‍♂️”

“hOLD ME BACK.”

jaemin actually had to hold her back from running after him after he teased her

not that she would hurt jisung....she would just hit him a few times

jaemin scolds her for fighting the members he’s like “we do not condone violence in this household!”

then she goes “condone violence my ass! just let me flick him.”

jaemin doesn’t let her flick him 😭😭

she does it before jisung goes to sleep tho 💪

#deluxeoc #aesocnet. #nct dream fluff #nct dream oc #nct dream #nct dream extra member #nct dream 8th member #nct dream female addition #nct dream female member #nct dream addition #nct dream fanfic #nct extra member #nct addition #nct added member #nct female addition #nct female oc #nct female member #nct female unit #nct female subunit #nct fluff #nct fanfic #mark fluff #haechan fluff #jeno fluff #jaemin fluff #chenle fluff #renjun fluff #jisung fluff #nct 127 fluff #wayv fluff

[fmdjaewonarchive]

► run away.

date(s): december 2020 mentions of: n/a word count: +/- 1.7k words (+/- 1k words w/ lyrics on songwriting, +/- 700 words on the composition) warnings: mentions of anxiety and general mental health problems details: full lyrics and full composition verification for run away, 2/3 verifications for jaewon’s upcoming album escapism. jaewon tries to prove he’s capable of writing music that’s worthy of the titletrack status and in doing so tries to branch out from what he’s used to, blending together what he knows works for him uncharted territory. all in all, things could have gone worse (a/n: i don’t know shit about composing pls take all of this with a grain of salt.)

by default, park jaewon is a creature of habit, prefers to find one set way to do things that works for him and deviate as little as possible from that. he likes certainty and avoiding unnecessary risk, anything to leave as little room for error as possible. making mistake might be a learning experience but not with how dead terrified jaewon is of doing things wrong, how he doesn’t know how to face failure without it determining his entire sense of selfworth. 

songwriting is no different from that. most of the time jaewon writes, it’s structurally planned, deadlines and expectations to be met firmly in place, his work method like clockwork, almost mechanical. it doesn’t sound very profound, it definitely doesn’t suit the mental image most people have of the turbulent, disordered creative process of a real artist. not like jaewon can bring himself to care about whether or not his songwriting methods are deemed deep or profound enough in the eyes of other people, he had better things to care about.

like the album dimensions wanted him to write on short notice.

not that jaewon is complaining, everything but, getting his creative freedom back, it has been a long grueling process to get to this point but he is on a bit of a time crunch here. ‘our songs’ has only ended a mere couple of days ago but with a tentative release date of late winter to early spring, jaewon has his work cut out for him.

in such a time crunch, it makes sense to stick to his usual routine, go with what he is used to.

except jaewon doesn’t.

maybe ‘our songs’ has him feeling experimental for once, maybe he doesn’t want to risk falling victim to not only old habits but also old pitfalls, he’s not really sure what it is but for once, he starts with the lyrics.

that shouldn’t be very remarkable, not for most artists, but jaewon has already religiously stuck to his order of first creating an instrumental and then fitting his lyrical content to it rather than the other way around, starting from zero on that is quite the step, for him at least.

this song, it’s supposed to be title track material, to set the tone for the entire album straight away. if he gets this right by both his own standards and dimensions’, he gets to more or less free range on crafting this album to his liking. and to jaewon, lyrical content has always outweighed sound, as nice as a good beat is, it’s the content of a song that he identifies with, that he feels proudest of.

so writing a song about a breakup doesn’t seem evident.

run away, back off from me run away, far away from me

because that’s what it seems to shape up to be at first glance when he starts writing, themes of heartache, putting distance between yourself and your lover because as much as it might hurt on short notice, it will be the better option long term. and maybe it’s about that too, life isn’t clear cut one thing or the other so why should music be.

but it isn’t primarily that. 

because the urge to run away isn’t an unfamiliar sensation to jaewon, it’s the thrum of anxiety under his skin, the voice in the back of his mind keeping him hyper aware of how awful of a person he is, how he fails those around him. 

at the end of the day, that’s what he wants to run away from most.

if there is anyone he wants to take as much distance from as possible, it’s himself.

go away so you get out of my sight let me forget everything from your name to your face so that when I’m looking for you while i’m drunk i can’t recognize you even when you are right up close i will give up while i am looking

so maybe it is a break-up song. it’s undoubtedly a break-up song. but not about breaking off from other people.

it’s cutting ties with his past self, who he has been, with the years bitterness that have culminated in hurtful habits and patterns. 

i will run away first along the torn shapes before sadness will take place and harden up i’ll run away

he’s not broken away from them completely yet. park jaewon would never have to gal to call himself a good person, it would be a bald-faced lie. but even he has to admit that there has been progress.

he might not be there yet but it’s something. that gets to be said as well right? it’s been a gruelling process so far, he gets to celebrate the small victories.

it reminds him of when he wrote ‘rebirth’ for his first album, almost two years ago at this point. back then, ‘rebirth’ had been a starting point, the turn around to doing better. sure, he wasn’t at the finish yet but he had moved forward, that was something.

something is good, a lot better than he has gotten a lot of previous years.

that in itself made it worthy of its own song really.

you’ve gone a long way into thin air the sun has gone down without looking back even once

finishing the first draft feels like a burden relieved, a weight taken off his shoulder as he has gained the perspective to reflect back on what has been.

his flaws are still plenty, he could never deny that. jaewon doubts he’ll ever grow out of all of them, some parts carved into his personality that he doubts he’ll ever be able to take them out. 

but for now he’s still moving forward, still growing and everyone past scar healed over is one, one step closer to finding some semblance of peace within himself, within his own person.

all he has to do is keep running.

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with a rough draft of the lyrics done, he still needs an instrumental and for that, he trades the comfort of his home studio for one of the more richly equipped ones in the dimensions headquarters. it feels a bit silly to make a distinction but jaewon always prefered writing from home and composing from within the company building, both surroundings better tailored to a different part of the creative process. or well in his experience at least.

it takes some fumbling, the kind of awkward stumble that comes with deviating from old habits and making up a plan as one goes. matching melody to lyrics rather than words to melody are most definitely not the same thing but just reversed, jaewon quickly learns the hard way, especially not in a rap track where really, the flow can make or break the whole thing.

so it’s a bit of a struggle, the first few hours fiddling around with sounds and beats that ultimately lead to nothing, that turns out he doesn’t know how to mold to his lyrics in a way that leaves him satisfied.

but like with most things in life, there is a learning curve. with every bit he scraps, he comes closer to the sound he’s actually searching for. 

and jaewon makes a genuine effort to branch out, try something new for a change. much like his lyrics, his usual composing also falls victim to sticking too closely to what he’s familiar with, deep, muted sounds to convey the somber undertone of his lyrics, a slow drawl to instrumental, mainly focussing on drums and bass lines, moody and dark.

so this time, his instruments of choice are synths. different types of synths at different points, trying his best to branch out, create an instrumental that’s fun and surprisingly at all turns but in essence, when one dumbs it down, the main theme is truly just… synths.

that’s not a bad thing, it is breaching out of his comfort zone for sure. funnily enough, the more he works on it, the more the instrumental reminds him of something that could have been on his previous album. ironic, considering jaewon spent the better part of the year loathing ‘love language’ with every fiber of his being. 

looking back on it with a fresh perspective, jaewon has to admit that while he didn’t like the music for himself, far too flashy and corny. but in terms of playing around with the composition and production, whoever had worked on that album (jaewon doesn’t know, it sure wasn’t him) was a lot more creative than he was.

surely he can do something like that on his own devices as well right? surely he can branch out from his typical song structure and prove he’s grown as a composer.

the bounce of the synths and the bass has a cosmic feel to it, the flow of the song twisting at every turn where sections bleed into another with bells and trinkets attached to the transitions. 

for added effect, jaewon records the whistling curling around the edges of the verses that ties them to an end before shifting into the chorus himself, by the time he’s done putting them through editing it doesn’t sound all that human anymore, morphed into something more surreal sounding, blending into that not-quite terrestrial vibe that seems to arch over the song. 

the drop in the chorus is hardly creative, jaewon doubts a beat drop can still be at this point but it does add to the immersion of the song, like getting your head dunked in a bath of ice water, stripping down on the whimsical rhythm patterns laced through the verses and stripping down to raw desperation of the song, the harrowing undertone of running for your life.

he adds bits and pieces like that, layer by layer, until the song itself sounds just as meticulously thought out as the lyrics rather than just a bare structure built underneath them.

when he gives the draft a final reason before sending it off to the creative department, jaewon can’t help but think he never created something that sounds so complete before.

#fmdverification #*:･ﾟ♛– «filled with all these empty moments» // solos. #//only one left thank the fucking heavens #anxiety tw #mental health tw #«escapism // era.»

[ofmythsandmadness]

lost in (queens, nyc)

SUMMARY: someone’s stood her up, and peter parker’s got a crazy idea to (hopefully) make things better. PAIRING: peter parker x reader  WORD COUNT: 2042

A/N: based on iris zhang’s (will be linked) cover of ‘lost in japan’, somewhat. aka i was listening to it, and then became faceted on the lyrics “i got an idea, i know it sounds crazy” and “do you got plans tonight?”. it’s not really a representation of the song, but it’s pretty and i wrote it with that in mind, if it means anything. i wrote this super fast and i haven’t edited it so!! please don’t judge me too much, i’ll get to it in the morning but i just had to shoot this off. :))

lost in japan, by iris zhang -

EVEN WITH HER EYES FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH TEARS, Peter Parker thinks she is the prettiest girl in the whole world.

Though, he does not especially like her crying - while she’s still pretty as can be, her crying means she’s sad, and that makes her own heart hurt. 

Peter’s arguably the most awkward guy in New York - nay, the world. He never knows what to say or how to act, especially not around pretty people that make his heart spin and soar. But he also just cannot turn a blind eye to the badly hidden sniffles and tears. She is, after all, one of his closest friends, and at that point she most definitely has seen him walking. He might be awkward beyond belief, but he’s not a dick.

So he twists around and hurries back the way he came, muttering apologies-a-plenty for those he bumps into along the way. His hand finds her shoulder and then shies away immediately when she starts (great idea - not everyone’s got a ‘tingle’, Peter). He can feel his face heat up and he knows that its growing redder and redder by every passing millisecond, but he’s already there. Already sliding into the opposing seat, already in the gaze of the pretty girl with tears in her eyes and tissues in hand.

He’s already there. He might as well do his best to make her smile.

So, Peter fakes a small grin, tries to look as empathetic as he possibly can. Sure, it might just look like he’s mildly constipated, but hopefully she gets the hint. His hand shivers on the table, itching to grab hers, but it just settles on tapping against the cool metal. “I - I don’t mean to just sit, it’s just...well, I heard you crying.”

Her eyes widen and he knows that’s far from the right thing to say. Immediately, Peter spits out a thousand apologies, rushing to make things right and make sure she knows that he did not mean anything by that. But before he can bend over backwards to cover up a silly remark, their eyes meet and he realises with a small start, that she’s not looking upset. Not at him, at least.

“It’s okay,” Y/N says. She sniffles one last time, runs the tissue under her nose, then tosses it into the trash. “Really. I mean, it’s my fault for sitting here moping, right?”

“W-what? Moping, no, you’re not - there’s nothing wr - you’re okay.”

She throws him a watery smile, barely covering up the woe underneath. “Nah. I’ve been here an hour or so now, I should’a headed home at this point. I look sorta stupid, sitting here crying by myself.”

Peter frowns in confusion. “An hour? What - what are you doing here? Waiting for?”

“It’s stupid.”

“No, no it’s okay.”

Her gaze turns down, staring at her twisting fingers on the tabletop and watching them perform. “I, uh...heh. This guy, he asked me out. We were supposed to meet here, but..looks like he’s not ever showing up.”

He can feel the rage bubble inside of him. Quiet, but very much present. The fact that anyone would turn her up makes him want to punch a wall. The sheer audacity for someone to ignore plans with the coolest girl in Queens - well, there’s a lot he could say to that, but it’s not his place to do so. Instead of voicing his outrage and angry compliments her way, Peter splutters for words. “I don’t - I - what - I don’t get it. Why would someone turn you up?”

Her lips twist even more, a sad pout as she reminescenes. “Dunno. Guess they just thought it was not worth their time. Or they just thought, ‘hey, why not make this chick think that someone would actually be int’a her’. I should have known.”

“H-hey, no, that’s not true. I li…” he does not know how to finish that thought, if he has the strength to spit his own truth. And especially when Y/N look at him curiously, Peter knows he can’t follow through. He swallows, trying to whet his throat, only to find his mouth is completely bone dry. “I just mean that you’re, you’re wonderful. I’m sure lots of people like you.”

“Thanks, Peter.” Her shoulders slump. “Wish that was true.”

“It is true,” he replies, the first few words he’s able to spit out certainly. “I mean it.”

Her look doesn’t waver, and he realises a couple of toss away phrases that badly mimic a pep talk won’t help. He should know as well as anyone that problems cannot be solved with a pep talk - if it doesn’t work for him, he shouldn’t expect her to take his stuttered words. No, if he wants to see her smile again - and oh, how he wants that - he’s going to have to do more than that.

A shy smile begins to grow on his lips, spreading across his face. Peter rises, much to Y/N’s surprise, but before she can ask where he’s going, he extends his hand. It trembles but remains strong, waiting for her own - that time not second-guessing his actions. “C’mon.”

“Huh?”

“C’mon,” he repeats, that time a little shakier. He tries not to doubt himself, but its hard when you’re...well...him. Nevertheless, he remains standing. “D’ya got any other plans, tonight?”

“Well, no.”

Peter feels his knees tremble, and desperately tries to steady himself. “Let’s do s-something, then. I - I know it sounds crazy, but-”

“-actually, no, it doesn’t.” Finally, her hand slips carefully into his own and he feels his heart practically explode right then and there in his chest. She smiles gently and brushes away one last tear, and she’s a sight to be taken in - someone should paint her. Truly.

Her shoulders go back and her hand squeezes in his own trembling one. “I’ve got nothing else. What did you have in mind?”

And Peter just smiles, and tugs her forward, determined to make up for what that jerk did to her.

TWO HOURS LATER AND HER SMILE WAS STRAIGHT UP brightening up the entire night sky. Hell, Peter Parker began to expect people to start sticking their heads out their windows and wonder why the sun was rising for a second time. But honestly, the world could be damned entirely - he could not care at all. She was happy, and he was overjoyed at that fact.

Sure, he could not do all he wanted to do - his first thought went to an aerial tour of New York, her arms wrapped around him as the two of them zoomed about, staring down at the tiny buildings and people. But with the difficulty of a secret identity is a pain that had to step on his parade, and so he decided to just milk his other superhero advantages in order to make her happy. Revealing he was Spider-man could wait another time.

In the meantime, they are both grinning from ear to ear, and her hand is firmly wrapped in his and their shoulders are brushing with ever single step they take and honestly, Peter’s not sure how long he can last without bursting into a ray of pure happiness. It took some time, but he managed to break her frown into the happy-go-lucky grin of pure gold that made him weak at the knees.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, purposely knocking herself into him that time. Her eyes dart his way, they lock with his and he can hardly stop himself from turning red. “Seriously, for everything. I mean, when you said ‘crazy idea’ I didn’t know what to expect, but all this?”

He hates to milk his connections, but...hey, it worked and he really doesn’t regret it. “I’m just glad your night wasn’t ruined.”

“Ruined?” she gasps. They pause, almost conveniently just outside her apartment building. Y/N turns to stand in front of him, but her hand never leaves his. If anything, the grip just tightens. “Oh, no, Peter. This has been one of the best times I’ve had in a long, long time and I - I honestly couldn’t give a damn about that guy anymore. I’m really glad he didn’t show up, it meant we could have this great time together.”

Yep, he’s definitely glowing at that point. Peter ducks his head, eager to hide the blush, but still grins. “Well, uh, I’m glad. I had a good time too.” Good? Understatement of the year.

“That’s, that’s good.”

He raises his head a breath, just so he can see her gaze; curious, but cautious, like she’s not sure about something but eager to know more. “Y-yeah.” His words fall soft and stuttered, a slip up he only makes because they’re now so close and he’s only just realising now how near she is to him. His bones feel like rubber; if he fell to the ground spineless, it would not be much of any surprise to him. He’s felt this way before, knows it well enough, it came with the territory of crushes but - if he’s truly being honest with himself, being with Y/N and her intoxicating smile and big, beautiful e/c eyes, it’s nothing like ever before.

“Well,” she sighs, “this is my place. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Y-yeah. No problem.”

They stand there, a moment longer, both maybe expecting something else from the other. Her face remains upturned and hopeful for a long time, close to infinity if he had to label it, but as the seconds drip by, Y/N loses that eager glow. 

Her smile droops a little. “I guess I’ll see you at school?”

Peter’s heart thuds in his chest, and at that time, not in a good way. He knows those words and that tone. He’s supposed to have had made a move already, and done that suave movie-star thing that he’s been lectured on by far too many superhero heartthrobs. And yet, his feet are glued to the pavement and he’s sweating more than he can believe, and now without her hand in his as an anchor, maybe he’s drowning all alone at sea. He’s messed it up, the moment where he could try and be honest with her - and he doesn’t know if he has the guts to make up for it.

But as she turns away, his heart beats faster and faster all of a sudden, and out of nowhere his feet are unstuck and rushing him closer and closer to her. He’s then right behind her, tapping her shoulder and turning her around, making her look back up at him like she did moments before. He inhales a deep, shaky breath, tries to swallow his anxiety back and smile like he had been, before the moment ended.

“I just wanted to say...I had a really good time today.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, once then over and over like a bobble-head collective. “Yeah. Yeah, it was fun, being out with you. And maybe...maybe, we can do it again, sometime? Together?” He scratches his neck awkwardly. “Maybe next time, not just because of some asshole who stood you up.”

Y/N smiles again, but it’s different from before. Still genuine, but gentler, sweeter, if that is even possible. Before he could process the moment, she’s rising up to her tippy-toes and then towards him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder so that she could kiss his cheek. The moment’s barely a second in time, just a quick motion that led her right back to the position in front of him, but he runs it over and over and over in his head like a cassette stuck on a loop.

As he stares down at her, dumbfounded, Y/N begins to turn away, for the second time again. She waves though, and gives him one last glimpse at her glowing smile before she’s moving towards her place. “See you around, Peter,” she calls, growing smaller and smaller by the second. 

And that time, when she says that, he knows it means more than just around school.

#peter parker #marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker fluff #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #parker #mcu #marvel #peter is such an awkward sweetheart and i felt this in my bones #he deserves the world

[ofmara]

*record scratch* *freeze frame* yep, that’s me. BVCNJ hey lads ~ i’m ally, i’m twenty2, my timezone is est, i use she/her pronouns & full disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing! just keep that in mind when you read this.. trash lmao. anyways! if u wanna plot, feel free to hmu on d*scord at HE IS SO BIIIIG 😩👌🏼🧡#2581 or yk use the lil chat thing on tumblr if u wanna start small or w/e FDCNK no pressure. moving on..

mara’s pinterest: here!

content warning: ..none?? who am i???

( ariana grande & cis female. ) oh my god look, it’s mara de luca! she is a 24 year old singer/songwriter from queens, new york. they were first associated with the met cartel 3 years ago, and the tabloids are always saying she is so impulsive & irreverent, but their stans on twitter say that she is actually really magnetic & passionate.

first thing’s first.. i haven’t written a coherent intro in a fucking Minute, so i’m offering premature apologies for the shitshow that’s about to follow, especially since i really waited til the last second to type this out even if this blog’s been Done for a week smh ANYWAYS!

ok so! mara is what i like to call ‘a textbook new yorker’ in that she’s Loud, she Loves Her Family and she’s Unapologetically Herself. my character inspirations for her are joey from netflix’s the circle, fran fine from the nanny, molly gunn from uptown girls and a little bit of cher from clueless sprinkled in there ( mainly bcos of this gifset lmao ). since i came up with her a few weeks ago, i really had so many different personalities for her but like.. let’s keep reading to see that literally all of them were apparently Not True ~

she was born into a very tightly-knit family & grew up constantly surrounded by them. she’s got three older brothers, meaning she’s the Baby of the family, so she’s been uhhhhhh doted on all her life! we stan! that said, she’s never known what its like to be on her own, especially considering that her family was right by her side every step of the way as she slowly grew her career from childhood. she got her start singing the national anthem at a knicks game when she was 8 and slowly built from there. her parents were always suuuper supportive and did all they could to help her achieve her dreams, even though they were struggling to make ends meet.

her parents own a small bakery in queens that they started when her oldest brother was little and have been a staple in the city ever since. though they’re a somewhat popular spot for tourists and locals alike, ny real estate isn’t cheap, so paying rent both for the store and their apartment above it has always been a struggle, especially once they started dedicating a good portion of their money to plane tickets and agents and all sorts of necessities mara needed in order for her dreams to come true. the extra expense was difficult on her brothers as well, though they made a point never to complain when they had to get a second or third job to help pay the bills.

ANYWAYS she grew up veryyyy close to her family and the sacrifices they made on her behalf didn’t go unnoticed, so the first thing she did when she finally Made It was buy them a bigger space for their bakery ( since her parents Love working it even if its rough sometimes, buddy ) and a new house so ;) we love a Family First mentality!

HOWEVER!! when mara first moved to LA in like?? 2015 or something?? idk timelines.. but anyways when she first moved to LA she was.. how u say.... Depressed cos like even though she was Living Her Dream as the artist she’s always wanted to be ( she lived in queens w/ her family up until after her first Big Break cos she’s a big time daddy’s girl ) .. she was essentially on her own since her family stayed in nyc :/ yk, where they live? yeah. so she was on her own for the first time... Ever & it was scary and stressful and essentially, she wasn’t doing great mentally or emotionally, even if she put on that *ari vc* fake smile.

that was untiiiiiiil she got her first ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ aka someone famous who helped both with her career and as a salve to the constant loneliness the bitch always feelin. long story short, he didn’t last long, but she Needed to feel Wanted so she got Another ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ until it became, like, Her Thing to Always be attached to someone in the tabloids and the press and on Entertainment Tonight. we love a codependent bitch! that’s also kinda how she got to be part of the met cartel cos she immediately attaches herself fully and completely to everyone she meets & falls a little bit in love with every person who has ever said hello to her, so.. Yeah! most of her friendships were likely formed because she just would not leave them alone ( she’s clingy and needy As Fuck, but she knows she is, so she’s constantly worrying about it aka she’s always wondering if people really like her cos she’s been said to be “too much” and “annoying” by some people who.. weren’t interested in being her friend ) anyways.. feel free to lmk if u want ur chara to hate her cos she will fully have her feelings hurt but still want them to like her cos shes a, say it with me kids, people pleaser ~

its v clear why i thought of joey & fran for inspo ( espeeeeecially fran, now that i think about it: i.e. constantly searching for love, lovingly obnoxious ) but as for why she’s like molly gunn... bitch is uhhh naive as fuck and will trust anyone who is even a little bit nice to her so peep her constantly seeing everyone through rose colored glasses and immediately feeling like her heart is broken when they turn out to be someone completely different lmao! also yk in the little mermaid when ariel was like “but daddy, i love him!” ??? YEAH, that’s mara to a fucking T, m8!

i could quite literally go on and on for hours, but to keep it short and sexy, here’s her stats page & i’ll follow up with a list of some little tidbits of info.. some Quirks, if u will..

she hiccups when she cries & BOY does she cry often BVJNCDKM

cannot cook a single mf thing to save her life? yeah.. her parents wanted to let her work in the bakery but .. she burned everything so she was cashier ;)

can quote the entirety of bring it on: all or nothing & as a segue from that, she is very chatty during movies if she’s with even one other person but Silent when she’s alone

will challenge anyone and everyone to mario kart wii as long as she gets to play yoshi ( she has a vendetta against baby peach )

is Constantly Freezing, so she’s always in thick socks and turns the heat up high when she’s at home

has a cavalier king charles spaniel named piper ( yes, i'm using a fc for her dog )

i’m gonna b p selective with which ari songs she’s released both bc i dont like All of ari’s songs & for character purposes ( rip in peace, sweetener )

is classically trained on the piano and sometimes just plays classical music for fun, making up silly lyrics at parties and whatnot lol she’s just Fun & Quirky like that

owns every season of the o.c. on dvd

she has a car but i havent decided if she ever drives it ( or what kind it is, tho i assure u my virgo ass will be researching it at some point ) since she really just barely passed her driver’s test

is constantly in the tabloids for one dumbass thing after the other mostly as an excuse for me to make tabloid edits but like... i love that for her & will 100% be down to include any and all of u if u lmk u wanna be in one

and many more, but i’m really just sitting here rambling UGH EW so lms for plots cos i’m unprepared & i don’t have any wc’s! very on brand for me, i must say

#met:start #♡ — ❛ out of character. ❜ #when u use recycled tags and cant remember what the fuck they are? yeah #anyways!

[tiaragqueen]

Pot Luck

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Lee Jihoon x Reader (feat. Baekhyun)

✂ Word Count: 1,6k

✂ Trigger Warning: Possessive behavior, yandere theme.

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don't believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day! [Edited]

Song: Whitney Houston - I Believe In You And Me

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“Always on the run, I've been looking for someone. Now you're here like you've been before, and you know just what I need. It took some time for me to see.” – You Give Good Love [Whitney Houston]

               For those who were acquainted with Lee Jihoon would describe him as ‘serious’ and ‘easily irritated’. And while they were true, for the most part, he was a sweetheart to you. He always tried to assist you in some way, smiled a lot, and supported you in every endeavor. He was your go-to person whenever you needed a piece of advice, or just wanted to vent. He never pressured you to talk, rather, he would sit down beside you and waited until you finish sorting out your emotions.

            And that was why you liked him so much. He was the type of person where you could sit in silence for hours without having to talk. Not to mention, he was a wonderful secret keeper and a great listener. Whenever you decided to say anything, be it a simple story about your day or some silly troubles you’ve encountered, he always scooted closer to you and listened wholeheartedly. You were grateful that someone like him existed, and sometimes wondered what did you do to deserve him in your life. If this was a blessing from God.

            You liked him, as a friend.

            But not him.

            For the longest time, Jihoon had fallen in love with you. He was shy and blunt; these traits had scared a lot of people from developing a deeper relationship with him. While you were a cheerful and energetic girl, a complete opposite from him. These people then met in a fortunate incident, where you accidentally found a slip of paper containing lyrics on the school bench. Luckily, you had spotted the name of the lyricist before you could throw it away. And thanks to your wide acquaintances and sharp memory, you managed to pinpoint his location.

            The art room, where acquaintances became friends before eventually blossomed into crushes. At least, that was what happened to Jihoon. So far, you only thought of him as a close friend, and Jihoon intended to change it with his song.

            A piece of creation that he had created from the bottom of his heart.

            A piece of himself that he had bravely displayed just for you.

            A fragment of the deep feelings that he had long harbored for you, and you only.

            “Noona,” he greeted once you entered a cubicle which was his ‘private studio’ within his equally small room.

            You had always been concerned with his living arrangement and had repeatedly offered another place to stay. With your family’s wealth and your high salary, you could afford to pay his expenses until he could search a better job with better payment. However, Jihoon always declined and said that ‘he was content living here and didn’t want to bother you more than he already had’. You didn’t understand why he thought that way when you were more than happy to help him. He had helped you so much in the past, after all, and it was only fair if you could return the favor.

            But sometimes receiving is harder than giving.

            “I told you to stop calling me that.” You huffed playfully as you plopped down on a chair beside him. You also noted that the chair was strangely more cushioned than his, even though he was the one who did the work. “It makes me feel old, you know?”

            Jihoon chuckled quietly; a cute sound that never failed to warm your heart. “We’re all getting old, anyway.”

            “Well, that’s true.” You crossed your arms like a spoiled girl who didn’t get her wishes granted by her parents. “But you don’t need to remind me. You know how much I hate it.”

            Rolling the chair closer to his, you leaned forward. Jihoon’s body tensed up a little when he felt your warm breath hit his cheek, yet the reaction went unnoticed by you. “So, what are you going to show me?”

            Jihoon hummed, teasing you for the sake of poor suspense whilst trying to calm his thumping heart at the proximity.

            “Oh, come on! I’m dying here!” you whined, shaking his left arm playfully.

            “Alright, alright, you can stop shaking my arm now.” Though, he didn’t mind if you continued. It reminded him of a child wanting to know every secret that he harbored from them. And besides, it has been a long time since you last held him like this. Jihoon had almost forgotten how euphoric the feeling of your skin wrapped around his.

            “Then, hurry up! I’m curious.”

            Jihoon giggled before reaching out to grab his guitar from beside the table. Slinging the strap around his neck, he looked up to you with a shy yet eager glint that you hadn’t seen for years. You remembered him giving you that glance when you first checked out his lyric; the one that he intentionally wrote for you to see and not when you accidentally found.

            “I made a song,” he coughed into his palm when he noticed his voice went a bit high-pitched due to nervousness. “And I want to know if you like it or not.”

            There was a brief period of silence as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Once he finally prepped himself up, he began to croon.

                I believe in you and me

                 I believe that we will be

                 In love eternally

                 Well as far as I can see

                 You will always be the one

                 For me (Oh yes, you will)

                 And I believe in dreams again

                 I believe that love will never end

                 And like the river finds the sea

                 I was lost, now I’m free

                 Cuz I believe in you and me

                 I will never leave your side

                 I will never hurt your pride

                 Then I will always be around

                 Just to be right where you are

                 My love, you know I love you

                 When all the chips are down, baby

            Jihoon peeked from his lashes, trying to gauge your reaction. He hoped you would notice the underlying sentiment in that song; about how much he believed that you two would end up together and about how much he loved you. That he would always be loyal to you regardless of the situations. Jihoon also hoped you would notice how that fateful encounter had brought freedom on to his wandering figure. How he had been lost in his mind, searching and wondering if he could ever taste what love felt like – what dating felt like – until he finally met you.

            However, you weren’t a keen judge.

            “That was awesome!” you exclaimed as you applauded his short performance. “Wow, this was the first time I’ve heard you singing. Usually, you just stick with the lyrics. Your voice is wonderful, Jihoon.”

            “Ah,” he blushed, rubbing his nape bashfully. “Thank you. It was nothing, really.”

            “My, Jihoon. You really need to stop undermining yourself. If honed right, you could be a great singer and songwriter in no time!” you gushed, oblivious to his admiring stare that delighted in your gusto. “Then, you could finally afford a nice place!”

            “You’re right, but...” Jihoon inclined his head slightly as he braced himself for your response. “What do you think about that song? Did you... get the feeling I was trying to convey?”

            “Oh, you know I got it. You sang with such love and adoration and affection I was starting wonder if you created this song for someone...” you trailed off before your face lit up. “Or maybe you actually have a special someone, that’s why you asked for my opinion?!”

            “W-what? I–”

            “Aw, don’t be shy!” you cooed, unintentionally cutting him off mid-sentence with your overflowing excitement. “I’m so happy that you finally get someone to love! Hopefully, you can introduce me to them soon. I can’t wait to see the person who has stolen my best friend’s heart!”

            Best friend...

            “So, I’m just a best friend to you...?”

            “What?” you laughed heartily, unaware of his darkening expression nor his softening voice. “Of course, you are. You’re the greatest best friend I’ve ever had! Anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives!”

            “Oh...”

            Right before the conversation could escalate to awkward silence, your phone suddenly rang.

            “Sorry, I gotta leave now. Baekhyun is calling me. Bye, Jihoon! Love ya.” you said in one breath, abruptly standing up from the rolling chair.

            Jihoon's curiosity perked up as he slowly raised his head, discerning you rushing out of the room through his black bangs.

            “Baek... Hyun.” Oh, he knew that guy alright. He was your long-time crush. Jihoon remembered when you came to him and gushed about how handsome and adorable Baekhyun was the second day after you established your friendship with Jihoon.

            He supposed it was understandable that you would like Baekhyun in the first place. He had a cute ‘puppy’ face, charming, and energetic. A social butterfly, unlike Jihoon. The type of guy who’s girls with no important businesses flocked towards like bees to honey.

            Jihoon knew you weren’t definite with your ideal type and had wished that you might have forgotten about your silly – cringe-worthy – crush towards the taller boy. It’s been like... What? Seven years since they graduated from high school.

            Unless you had been secretly contacting him...

            The short man fished out his phone from the back pocket and went to your Instagram account. You were a well-known designer, so in order to attract more customers, you often uploaded your creations. Fortunately, you liked to upload your selfies in there as well. Your account was set in public, therefore Jihoon could easily find the recent photo.

            And the newest one was a picture of you sitting in a cozy café not too far from his apartment, with a caption: “I'm waiting~ XD”

            Satisfied with the discovery, Jihoon leaned back and smirked to the ceiling.

            He knew what he had to do now.

#yandere woozi #yandere lee jihoon #yandere seventeen #yandere kpop #yandere kpop au #kpop yandere #kpop yandere au #yandere kpop story #yandere seventeen one-shot #yandere seventeen story #yandere woozi x reader #yandere lee jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #yandere seventeen au

[avengemebucky]

Love is Strange

LOVE IS STRANGE // BUCKY BARNES X READER

of my “Class of ‘62″ series

A/N: WE”RE HERE W/ MORE 50s!Boyfriend Bucky! AND. I’M. LOVIN’ IT. feel free to lmk if you want this “series” to continue or if you have any ideas for it! Hope you enjoy! This is definitely inspired by Dirty Dancing when Baby first meets Johnny… FYI another late night writing and not really edited, so beware of messiness!

Warnings: Dirty dancing (grinding), kissing

WC: 1443

“Class of ‘62″ Masterlist

MASTERLIST

-

The club reeked of sweat and alcohol, bass thumping through your’s and Bucky’s bodies. Couples littered the dance floor, bumping and grinding into each other without a care in the world, making you rather flustered.

“Buck, I don’t know about this… If Daddy finds out-”

“Daddy’s right here, baby” Bucky drawls out with a smirk, pulling you into him tighter.

“Ugh, god James! I’m serious!”

You hit him in the chest, pushing yourself away from him to clear your frazzled mind. He straightened up at the sound of his actual name, realizing how on edge you were.

“You told Daddy that you were taking us to the drive-in, and even then, he barely allowed that… When you told me you were takin’ me dancin’ instead, I didn’t think you meant this kinda dancin’...”

Mentioning the dancing, you glanced back at the couples and felt your cheeks burn at the intimacy of their movements.

You take a full step away from Bucky, now wrapping your arms around your waist. Recognizing this as your tick when feeling self-conscious or anxious, Bucky quickly grabs your wrists and places them around his neck, tilting your chin up to him.

Leaning in to ensure you could hear him over the loud music, Bucky whispers sweetly into your ear. “Baby, this is for you, if you don’t feel comfortable, we can split as easily as we came.”

Heart swelling at his constant care to your comfort and well being, you took a beat to think before shaking your head no.

“It’s fine, Buck, we can stay… but let’s just take it slow,” you say as you turn to look at a neighbouring couple gyrate into one another. “This is all very... foreign to me” you whispered, Bucky barely able to hear you.

Bucky smirked down at you, always so attracted by your innocence. That is what initially drew him into you... watching you quietly read plays in the library alone after school or walking home with your girlfriends as he flew by in his cream Thunder bird. Some people couldn’t believe it when they caught the shine of Bucky’s pin on your Academic Decathlon letterman cardigan. You made him better, making sure he was focusing on school and not getting into too much trouble. He, in return, ensured you weren’t just locking yourself in your room and studying your high school experience away.

Watching you watch the other patrons of the club grate and twirl, he noticed the red blossoming on the apples of your cheeks. His eyes darkened at this, knowing if that was an embrassed flush, you both would have been out of the club a long time ago… that blush meant something much different.

“You wanna dance like them, doll?”

Bucky brushed his lips against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. The combination of watching the couples and now noticing how close you were to Bucky left you speechless, only letting out a little squeak before nodding your head.

Grabbing your hand, Bucky dragged you into the heap of couples until you were in the middle of the dance floor. The guitar strums of “Love is Strange” began to vibrate through the club as Bucky gave you a little distance to begin his dance lesson before you both began.

-

Love

Love is strange

Lot of people

Take it for a game

Pushing you down by your shoulders a few inches, Bucky copied your stance before beginning to thrust his hips in a circle. Instantly flushed by his vulgar movements, you turn away from the show Bucky was putting on only to be met witth other groping couples, feeling silly and inadequate for thinking you were capable of something as sensual as this. Bucky stopped, before pushing you down again, shouting over the music,

“Look at me baby, look at me.”

Keeping eye contact as he came a little closer, he began to swirl his hips again, now slightly brushing against you. Bucky wrapping both arms around your waist, creating your own little world for the two of you, no longer caring about the couples around you. Eyes never leaving his, you feel your own hips begin to move with a mind of their own, following Bucky’s movements smoothly, never breaking his gaze. Bucky drops one of his arms from your waist as he feels your grip tighten around his neck.

“That’s it baby…” He whispers into your ear, you emitting a pleasured sigh in response.

-

Once you get it

You never want to quit, no no

After you've had it

You're in an awful fix

You had never felt better in your entire life, shamelessly dancing against Bucky. You couldn’t believe how reluctant you were in the beginning of the night, never knowing you could feel this good against hum. Bucky dips you down slowly, pressing a kiss to the middle of your throat, feeling the vibration from your moan on his lips before bringing you back up with a snap of his hips, only causing you to moan again.

Bucky groaned, seeing how wrapped up you were in him and how much you were enjoying yourself.

“Look at you baby, dancin’ so good for me. Oh god, Y/N...”

Bucky moans, throwing his head when you rub him just the right way.

“Voltaire was so wrong” you moaned into Bucky’s ear, breaking him out of his trance.

“Huh?”

Continuing to dance against Bucky, you reply to the best of your ability.

“V-Voltaire, an enlightenment philosopher-shit,” you were interrupted as Bucky began to kiss down your neck, continously grinding into you. “He said that reading-fuck… and d-dancing were the only two amusements-mmmhmm… to not harm the world… and shit, Buck, you’re wrecking me”

-

Many people

Don't understand, no no

They think loving

Is money in the hand

“I never knew enlightenment philosophy could be sexy, but damn baby…” Bucky jokingly whispered into your ear before twirling you both around again. “Sorry… thank Mr. Stark for that quote” you giggled as Bucky scowled down at you. “God, don’t mention Mr.Stark right now, not when we’re like this” As he finished his sentence, he purposefully pulled you tighter into him, causing you to stifle a moan and a giggle.

-

Baby, oh baby

My sweet baby, you're the one

Baby, oh baby

My sweet baby, you're the one

As the song hit its climax, you and Bucky quietly sang the lyrics to each other, each repeated line bringing you both closer and closer together. Lips practically touching, you break the gap and kiss Bucky with all your might.

Bucky, a little stunned at your boldness, soon relaxes into the kiss, taking dominance as he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip. Moaning, he slips his tongue in and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Stopping dancing, you put all your focus into the kiss as your arms, ever the more, tighten around Bucky’s neck.

Bucky is the first to pull away, spinning you into oblivion with your combined dizziness from the kiss and the now sudden movement.

When everything stops spinning, you realize that Bucky is no longer in sight, having slipped away after spinning you so unexpectedly. Simply turning a full circle to look for him, you suddenly get nervous to find him nowhere in your close vicinity. Pushing your way out of the dance floor, you feel the ebbing of panic begin to rise in your chest, still not seeing Bucky after emerging from the crowd.

Finding the devil waiting for you at the entrance of the club, you storm over to him before smacking him as hard as you could in the chest.

“Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me? You scared the hell out of me...”

“Jesus, doll, using the H-E-double hockey sticks on me now? I better watch out...”

You hit him again, much lighter this time, to Bucky’s relief.

“Alright, alright… Didn’t mean to scare ya darlin’, but we needed to make our exit... It’s almost 10:30”

Bucky said as he wrapped his arm around you, embracing you when the cold hits your face while exiting the club. You had almost forgotten about the curfew your father had given you, thankful Bucky had noticed the time before it got too late.

Driving you home just in the nick of time, you quickly rushed in one last kiss for the night before running up to your door. Bucky didn’t leave until he was sure you had made it in for the night safe and soundly.

Catching sight of your father watching through the window, Bucky smiled and waved cautiously only to receive a scowl from your father.

Your father was never a big fan of Bucky, upsetting Bucky to no end; poor Buck afraid that one day that distaste, so famous from your father, would lead to the end of your relationship.

You always made sure to comfort Bucky, ensuring him you’d never let your father have that much control in your life… making sure to include “girl power” and declarations that “misogyny can’t hope me down” in your argument. It still worried him, though.

Love is strange. It makes you worry about things that need no worry, dance in ways you’d never even imagine, and fall for a person that’s so utterly different from yourself.

So utterly different, but perfectly complimentary.

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HOPE you LIKED it! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!

-j

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[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: Crossroads

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Other Pairings: NozoEli, KotoUmi Words: ~1.5k Rating: K Time Frame: Nearing the end of the second season of the anime. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: Guess what song I was playing in SIF between events! Then it came up on my playlist while I was driving home from the cities and I pretty much had the scene written in my head by the time I arrived.

Edit: Added a few lines and an extra word or two to smooth out a few points of the converstaions that I felt to be a little off when reading it through again, as I like to do after letting it sit for a few days.

“Nicocchi.”

“Mmm…” the girl being addressed didn’t turn her attention away from her computer.

“Nicocchi.”

“What do you want, Nozomi?”

“Have you read the lyrics for the new song?”

“Uhm… which one? There’s a bunch of them.”

“The new BiBi song.”

Nico finally turned around to face the other girl in the clubroom. “And we have two of those; Psychic Fire, which is awesome, and Sakkaku something-or-other, another melodramatic love song.”

“Sakkaku Crossroads.”

“Yeah, sure, that one.”

“And did you notice anything about it?”

“Stop being so vague!” The raven-haired girl let a bit of frustration into her voice. “What about it?”

“Have you read the lyrics?”

“Of course I have. It’s another love song, just like all the others we’ve been making since Snow halation.” She leveled a finger at the purple-haired girl. “And don’t you try to tell me you haven’t been loving every minute of it, especially with that duet you had with Eli.”

Nozomi smiled at the thought. “I know you loved your duet with Maki-chan.”

“Of course I did. Though I’m still surprised we were able to get her to sing it.”

“I think she enjoyed it more than she admits.” The spiritual girl pointed out. “She seemed quite excited when it was the next up during our last live.”

“I suppose.”

“But that’s kind of what I’m getting at, Nicocchi, have you considered that maybe there is a reason Maki-chan made herself the center of Crossroads?”

“Not really, no. Why?”

“I think she’s worried, even if she doesn’t realize it or admit it to herself.”

Nico raised an eyebrow. “Maki-chan is worried? About what?”

“Losing her love.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.” The twintailed girl scoffed. “Maki-chan says it herself all the time, she’s not in love with anyone and she doesn’t have time to date anyway.”

“…” Nozomi fixed the other girl with a level stare.

“What?”

“You, Eli and I will be graduation soon.”

“Yeah…”

“I think Maki-chan is worried about losing track of us; losing touch with you.”

“That’s… silly…” Nico found herself a bit less confident than she would prefer with her rebuttal.

“Is it?”

“Well, yeah, we’ve talked before about having reunions. Honoka is practically planning the first one already. We’ll still see each other.”

“You should still talk to her, Nicocchi.”

“Honoka?”

“Maki-chan.”

“Oh… yeah… maybe… I guess.”

“And you should tell her.”

“…”

“Maki-chan.”

“Oh, hey, Nico-chan.” The songwriter of µ’s looked up from the notebook she had on the music rack of the piano. “What’s up?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” Nico replied, walking over the instrument.

“Oh?” the redhead gave a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, so what’s up with these lyrics?”

“Uhm... which ones? Umi and I have been writing a lot recently.”

Nico paused as a sense of déjà vu came over her. “The Sakkaku something-or-other one.”

“Crossroads?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“What about them?”

“Is there any special meaning behind them?”

Maki blinked. “What do you mean?”

Geez, is this how Nozomi feels all the time? “Well, uhm, I was just making sure that you weren’t worried about anything and just, you know…” Nico found herself regretting not having planned better before approaching Maki with the question “maybe, subconsciously writing about it in your song?”

“…?” The redhead cocked her head to the side with an expression of mild confusion.

“You're… not worried about me… I mean us, graduating?”

“Oh, I, uhm…” Maki stuttered. “I’m not w-worried, I mean…”

Nico moved towards the piano bench and took a seat after the other girl scooted over to make room.

“You know we’ll still keep in touch, right?” the raven-haired girl said quietly.

“Yeah…”

“I mean we won’t see each other every day anymore, but we will still see each other.”

“…”

“We’ll have reunions.”

“…”

“And the school Nozomi and I are going to is just a few stations down.”

“…”

“Eli’s is a bit farther, but…”

“…”

“And we have our LINE chatrooms.”

“…”

“Look, I know you don’t want a µ’s without me, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop having everything else without me. You can’t get rid of Nico that easily.”

“…”

Realizing she was basically monologuing at this point, Nico paused and turned to get a better look at the girl beside her. “Maki-chan, are you crying?”

“No…”

“I see.” Nico sighed. “Well, anyway, sorry for bringing up such a weird subject.”

“It’s fine…”

“I’ll, uhm, let you get back to whatever you were working on.”

The raven-haired girl started to get up when she met resistance in the form of two fingers pinching the hem of her cardigan.

“Maki-chan?”

“Stay…” the redhead said softly. “Just for a little while.” She looked up slowly. “Please.”

Nico swallowed hard as she met the other girl’s pleading gaze.

“I… uhm…” Maki fumbled for her words. “I was actually about to call Umi when you came in, I’m kind of stuck on this one part… Uhm… Maybe you can help instead?”

Nico cleared her throat as she sat down again. “O-of course!” She resisted the urge to switch to her idol persona and quash whatever was wanting to bubble up from within her. “I mean, I’ll see what I can do.” She turned to the music rack. “Soshite Saigo no Page ni wa?” Ughn… another one about things coming to an end, it seems.

“It’s the working title.” Maki admitted. “If it still works when we’re done, we’ll keep it. Otherwise, we’ll think of something else.”

“I see. So, where can I help?”

“Oh, uhm… maybe we should have you listen to what we have first?”

“Alright.”

“So, did you tell her?”

“Mmm…?” the girl being addressed didn’t turn her attention away from her computer.

“Nicocchi.”

“Did I tell who what?” Nico turned in her chair to face the other girl in the room.

“…” Nozomi fixed her with a steady stare.

The raven-haired girl narrowed her eyes. “No. I didn’t tell her.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t think she’s ready, and honestly, I’m not sure I am either.”

“You know if you don’t say something soon, you may lose her to someone else.”

“I probably will anyway.” Nico grumbled.

“Oh?”

The twin-tailed girl sighed. “The last time I was at her place, I saw paperwork her parents had left out, about arranged marriage stuff.”

“I see.”

“I doubt they’ll do anything soon, but it does seem to be something they are thinking about. And you know how dutiful she is about following her parents’ plans for her.”

“All the more reason to make the best of the time you have.”

“And that’s another thing, I don’t have that time now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m looking to be an idol.”

“…”

“I can’t date anyone if I’m going to go pro soon here, even if it will only be part-time while I’m in college.”

“…”

“And by the time I’m done with all that, she’ll probably have graduated, become a doctor and her parents will have married her off to some handsome rich guy. Even if I truly become the No. 1 Idol in the Universe, how can I compete with that?”

“Nicocchi…”

“So even if I do try to make the best of these last few weeks, if anything goes public, it will severely hurt my chances. Then when her parents arrange her marriage, I’ll have lost my dream career and my dream girl before I had a chance with either.”

“…” Nozomi remained silent for a while, holding the other girl’s gaze. “So, what are you going to do?”

“Huh?”

“Are you just going to desperately try to stay close friends with her despite knowing full well that you actually want to be more than friends?”

Nico wrinkled her nose. “You make it sound bad when you say it like that.”

“Well, how would you say it?”

“...” Nico paused to think for a moment before sighing. “Desperately try to stay close friends with her despite knowing full well that I actually want to be more than friends…” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m stupid, aren’t I, wanting to keep her in my life as a friend rather than risk losing her altogether.”

The spiritual girl shook her head. “It’s a little foolish, sure, but that’s how I felt about Elicchi. At least until she stumbled her way through a confession.” She smiled a little at the memory. “She was so awkwardly cute, I couldn’t help but accept when she asked me out.”

“I have a feeling you’d have said yes no matter how she had asked.”

“You’re probably right.”

“So, Eli asked you out, huh?”

“Surprised?”

“Not really.” Nico admitted. “I mean I guess I assumed you had asked her, but honestly I’d be more surprised if someone like Maki asked me out. Or if Umi asked Kotori.”

“Fair enough.”

Nozomi’s expression turned somber again. “So, will you be alright continuing like this?”

Nico scoffed. “Probably not.”

“Nicocchi…”

“But so long as she ends up happy, that’s what’s important right?”

“Your happiness is important too, Nicocchi.”

“… I was just trying to be a little romantic…” the twin-tailed girl grumbled.

“I know, but I’m not the right target for that.”

“Nozomi…”

“Well if you ever change your mind, I’ll be there to support you.”

“I know, thank you for that.”

“So… it looks like BiBi should probably rearrange Sakkaku Crossroads to make you the center instead.”

“Yeah… you may be right about that…”

Author’s Note Continued: I realize writing scenes out of chronological order ruins any chance of building suspense over "will they won't they," but in it's place, I'm kind of enjoying exploring and piecing together the path that leads them to where they are.

Also, I am currently placing this scene between Grassy Knoll and Last Photoshoot, but it may find itself being moved to a time before Grassy Knoll should I feel that to be a better fit as I continue to write more scenes.

Edit: I read through Grassy Knoll again and I do state that the scene takes place after the graduation ceramony for the third years, so I will have to move this scene to be before it. I may come back to Grassy Knoll later and tweak a thing or two about Maki's reaction to Nico.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

[yelenaww]

my 2016

A little late for a 2016 reflection, but I'm pretty much late for everything so this doesn't come as a surprise. "Better late than never", they say. 2016 was an interesting one, owing to routines different from peers and the previous years. I recall spending plenty of time on my own during the first half of the year because of my research degree, followed by a contrasting half which comprised of re-learning conversation with company both new and old.

Regardless of fluctuating surroundings in 2016, music remained a close companion. I'm one who rejoices over AUX cables and Spotify Premium, and would very much prefer listening to music in confined spaces- in a car or through headphones. It's funny how our brains are able to retain information as minute as when exactly we discovered an artist, the person who brought us to it, or how we felt at that particular time.

Here are a handful of songs which carry a little something, bringing me back to 2016.

[Future Bass] The Lighthouse And The Whaler - Venice (Louis The Child Remix), Genghis Khan - Miike Snow (Louis The Child Remix)

These songs were recommended by J earlier in the year. I remember struggling through chapter 2 of my thesis, sitting at my glass dining table and demanding for new music. I grew incredibly attached to Louis The Child upon the first listen and up till today, my ears smile at their distinctive playful music. These songs accompanied me to the lab on most mornings, even if it was a mere 10 minute walk door to door, as if to give me a cheery boost before a long dreary day looking at bacteria and mice.

Hackney Marsh - Slow Club

As mentioned earlier, the first half of 2016 was mostly quiet, which taught me to enjoy my own company. I sat on countless train rides to KL in 2016, just because, not that I had any specific liking towards KL itself. The buzzing crowds reminded me of London, with everyone having their own agenda, walking to and fro minding their own business. Being in crowds are refreshing once in awhile, for some reason. It felt strangely freeing, walking around aimlessly and not having to tell anyone my whereabouts. Hackney Marsh reminds me of the comfortable space I found in a quiet cafe one afternoon, where I worked on my thesis till the rain stopped.

UGH! ,  If I Believe You - The 1975

Matt Healy captures emotion so well through his music, bringing in the unique with his witty, poetic and almost twisted lyrics. B made a passing comment saying that it would be crazy if The 1975 ever came to Malaysia. It was pretty surreal watching The 1975 live together last August, considering how the both of us would always squeal at their songs which made us cry internally since discovering Chocolate on the radio.

From The Stalls - Angus & Julia Stone

Watching this duo perform live changed my initial impression of them back when Q recommended it. It was so beautiful, hearing Julia talk about Angus with such sisterly affection. Their soothing vocals accompany me on quiet days and drives. Conversations with Q throughout the year were both thoughtful and challenging. Through paragraphs of typed words (with sizable pockets of time in between), I found myself struggling to string my words and opinions together for they often seemed poorly formed in comparison to Q's linguistic flair and well-thought replies. Grateful for like-minded friends who patiently walk through difficult concepts, passages and tangled thoughts.

Polygon Dust - Porter Robinson ft Lemaitre

Porter Robinson (Worlds) was a huge part of my 2015-2016. His music, along with Flume's, initiated my growing electronic music gravitation, played often from day to day. Worlds was, in my opinion, a work of art reflecting Porter's interesting, unique character seen from interviews and his album's commentary (which I play continuously when I'm in need of a stress reliever, as silly as that sounds). Polygon Dust reminds me of night drives alone- the best time to be on the road.

White Lie - The Lumineers (Cleopatra)

I've come a long way with The Lumineers. There was such a stark difference between their two albums that it took me a while getting used to Cleopatra, which was a lot more mellow and mature, as if it was time for the little girl in me to grow up. Cleopatra reminds me of car rides with A. We have an unsaid agreement knowing that once in the car, we'd only play songs we both enjoy. She'd transition between Lord Huron, Radical Face and few other old indie favorites of mine, pinching me hard if I ever said I was falling asleep on the wheel.

In Your Atmosphere - John Mayer, Airplane - iKON

John Mayer- always having his way with words and one whom I'd pay to see live; his versatile harmonization sounding so beautiful and effortless. Live at the Nokia Theatre is by far my favorite compilation of his. John Mayer reminds me of warm, airy afternoons in the driveway of IMU- scheduled lunches with people, iced dirty chai latte in hand, surrounded by the smell of coffee. I like the driveway. You could sit there for ages, either hiding away from the crowd or be completely seen when you wanted to, countless conversations with familiar faces. Both of these songs remind me of W, their sad melodies carrying a sense of comfort whenever I feel down. On walks home, we'd talk about anything and everything under the sun- side by side since 2014 and in 2016, 2.5 hours apart. One who saw me at my best and worst, thank you for loving me.

Warm On A Cold Night - HONNE

There's something so mysterious yet calming about Honne's voice. This song takes me back to night swims and time spent preparing dinner in the kitchen back in Covillea. I stumbled upon this hidden gem in a stranger's playlist while washing the dishes and had to put down the sponge to press replay. Since then, my playlists have been peppered with many of his songs. Time in the kitchen always brings back fond memories of having L just across the 21st floor when she was around. Having identical Noxxa's (a pressure cooker) and a habit to clean the kitchen sink because it was a 'therapeutic' thing to do, most people say we're 'two peas in a pod'. Without a doubt, L's one who is irreplaceable.

Calling - Ukiyo

Calling was stolen from J's playlist, to which he immediately confirmed with me after watching my Singapore vlog. Whenever this song comes up, I see the memorized footage of the trip playing in sync with the beat of the song (inevitable, after spending overwhelming amounts of time on it). Video editing was something I picked up on a whim when deciding to do a farewell video for L before she left- what an experience that was. Since then, I've had newfound appreciation toward videos and see them in a whole different light.

M- not many encounter a friendship quite like ours, and I can only say that I'm incredibly blessed to have met a group like M. "Lasting friendships are built not on habits, but on principles." 2016 robbed us of our weekly, (terribly) exclusive hangouts, but I'm proud to say that we've made it through long distance in 2016 with bullet point updates, voice messages and intentional meet ups. Our array of personalities glued by the gospel continue to keep me humble and thankful for friends who are unafraid of transparency and rebuke.

Side To Side- Ariana Grande,  Closer- The Chainsmokers,  Calling Out- Penguin Prison

October was 'different' in full swing, being sent to Kluang for a month-long hospital posting with people I hardly knew. Nevertheless, it progressed slowly into a highlight of the year thanks to Y, N and K. Seeing them for a solid seven weeks has seen us through countless conversations, understanding each others personalities, quirks and principles. These were their respective favorite songs, played repeatedly in the car.

Y inspires me with her fierce independence, 11/10 initiative character and her appreciation towards friendships. Barely more than yoga acquaintances at first, we got along really well as room mates for a solid month. Immensely grateful for her honesty, I smile remembering the many topics we talked about when we were tucked up in bed- face moisturized, eyelids heavy, guard down.

Whenever Closer came on, K and I would laugh at the synchronized bobbing heads of Y and N. Strangely, N never struck me as an introvert upon first encounter. Yet a true introvert he was, after hearing his sentiments about crowds and alone time, while we sat at the lobby of the dodgy hotel. I value his inquisitive nature and enjoyed bouncing of his "why or how's" every so often.

K surprised me with his music taste followed by his sarcastic humor and thoughtful actions. Responding similarly in most instances and disliking the same things, we got along well through our backseat deejay struggles, salty Hearthstone runs, caffeine/alcohol trips and making unimpressed faces in response to N's 29837 puns. Reserved in most instances, it was a privilege hearing a bigger fraction of his thoughts over time.

No Problem (ft Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz) - Chance The Rapper

This fun song popped up at my sidebar of Spotify's Friend Activity, the album Colouring Book played often by V. Always fascinated by rap, this song started creeping into my playlist somewhere in November. On repeat throughout Melbourne and a little after, W would ask, "Why'd you like this song? It doesn't seem to carry any meaning.", making me stop in my tracks. It dawned upon me that I don't always digest the lyrics of songs which I listen to, or rather, I do it very selectively. Are we what we listen to? If yes, well.

Glorious- Colony House

Hope: - "..This means that a continual looking forward to the eternal world is not (as some modern people think) a form of escapism or wishful thinking, but one of the things a Christian is meant to do.

..Probably earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy it [desires], but only to arouse it to suggest the real thing. If that is so, I must take care, on the one hand, never to despise, or to be unthankful for, these earthly blessings, and on the other, never to mistake them for the something else of which they are only a kind of copy, or echo, or mirage. I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it my main object in life to press on to that other country and to help others do the same."- CS Lewis

Just like all years, my 2016 had its own set of doubts, distractions and stubbornness. Granted, we struggle with the unfavorable circumstances we're thrown at; but over time, we get by, scrape through, adapt. It's a little more tiring to be struggling with Self- our wants, character and human heart which remain fairly constant. Thankful to have those (namely M, S, E) who love me enough to remind me that Home is not here and to struggle alongside me. Immensely grateful for the gospel which sustains and is still able to bring tears to my eyes when it makes sense, regardless of any situation I'm in.

Thank you for being so colourful, 2016.

#wordy