#the vocal coach did them dirty

[scoffingatgravity]

Pros of watching the video of JLH recording “I’m Gonna Love You”: hearing her sing and watching her do her thing

Cons of watching the video of JLH recording “I’m Gonna Love You”: seeing clips from that trash-ass Hunchback Of Notre Dame sequel

#personal #hey they do speak (jamie talks) #I said what I said #yes some people liked it #or at least found the love story cute #but the animation? garbage #the way the og VAs didn’t sound right despite returning? #HOW?!?! #the majority of songs? nah #the storyline? weak af #it should’ve remained a standalone #Disclaimer: no shade to the animators #they had a limited budget #no shade to the VAs #the vocal coach did them dirty

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 14

Part 1 Part 13

Even with rationing, it doesn’t seem to take long for the water to start running dry. Days, maybe, but it’s hard to say without a clock. The red of the sky never fluctuates. It’s red. Red, red, read. Steve’s starting to hate the color.

They’ve slept three times, but Steve suspects the boredom of rotting in the Munson’s trailer might be getting to them. There’s only so many games of truth or dare you can play until you start to drift.

So, water’s been getting low. The crease between Eddie’s brows has grown deeper each time he takes a furtive swig. 

“We should go get water,” he says.

Steve doesn’t want to go out there. His shoulder still aches, sharp agony turned dull. It’s black around the edges, flesh turning necrotic. He hasn’t let Eddie see it since that first day; doesn’t want to needlessly frighten him.

“Steve?” 

Steve heaves a sigh before heading to the door where he left his sneakers. “Maybe grab a few shirts to filter that shit again?”

Eddie follows him, plopping down to tug his boots on while Steve shimmies his own shoes on leaning against the door, one foot at a time. 

“I was thinking we’d just take it back here and filter it in the bathroom,” Eddie says, yanking his laces tight. “Seems safer to do it with a locked door between us and anything trying to eat us.”

Steve thinks of his own house and the monster that got inside. Remembers the way the lock clicked on the door to the back porch. Had they locked the front? Did it matter, when that thing had knocked down his front door like it was made of tissue paper? He keeps his mouth shut.

“Good thinking.”

They go. It’s not a long trip, except how all trips feel long when there’s ash falling from the sky, and a shotgun clutched tightly enough to make your fingers numb, and Eddie Munson biting his lip to keep quiet at your side.

Steve feels woozy, like he used to during his brief stint in middle school wrestling. Coach would tell him to drop a certain weight and he would, counting calories at lunch with Carol, both ignoring Tommy’s snide comments. He’d only lasted a year. Didn’t like the uniforms, or the weight limits, or the violence. 

He feels just the same now, only worse. He knows you’re supposed to eat sugar after you donate at the blood drive. Steve donated a lot of his own blood to that thing’s claws and hasn’t eaten anything at all.

The quarry looks just as the same as last time – bloody. They form an efficient assembly line – Steve plucking lids of bottles and passing them to Eddie where he’s standing with his toes in the water. Eddie fills them as Steve prepares the next bottle, taking the filled one back and replacing the lid before doing it all over again. It moves quicker without the need to sift.

It still feels like too long by the time they’ve packed all the bottles away.

It’s quiet on the way up the incline. Quiet through town. It’s quiet all the way up until they hear the sound of pounding feet. 

Steve hears it first. He reaches out, snagging Eddie’s elbow, as the sound of steps move closer. 

“Wha–” Eddie starts.

“Shut up,” Steve hisses.

They’re on the path heading toward the trailer park, just before the pavement turns to gravel and the trailers come into view. The forest looms on their right. That’s where the sound is coming from.

It sounds like a person. It can’t be that thing – it had moved silently except the vocalizations from its mouth. But, what if it’s a trick? What if it’s a trap? What if he and Eddie have both cracked and there’s nothing there at all?

He shoves Eddie a step behind him, the other boy stays alarmingly quiet as Steve raises his shotgun and puts his finger on the trigger, scope trained on the noise coming toward them through the woods, ignores the way his hands are shaking.

What bursts through the trees isn’t what they could have ever expected. It’s a kid with a tragic bowl cut. He’s got a dirty flannel with a garish red and yellow vest thrown over it. The knees of his ratty jeans are covered in dirt, his palms scraped, like his foot had caught on a few roots in his mad dash away from something Steve doesn’t even want to think about.

His pupils are pinpricks, the whites of his eyes almost glowing as he looks from Eddie to Steve, who still has his finger on the trigger. Pointing at a kid. He drops his grip on the trigger, slowly lowering the shotgun even though all he wants to do is drop it, kick it as far away as possible, and hold up his empty hands as a show of how dangerous he’s not.

It's a fucking kid. He can’t be older than thirteen.

“It was behind me,” the kid says.

Eddie sucks in a harsh breath behind Steve, and he knows they’re both thinking of the same thing. Bloody claws, and petaled mouths that open to display rows of teeth in gleaming, concentric circles.

“Shit,” Steve says, “Go go go!” He turns to jog down the path, picking up his pace when he hears two sets of footsteps following in his wake.

He reaches the door first, and yanks it open just as he hears it – an inhuman shriek. It’s indescribable. And unmistakable.

When he turns back, Eddie and the kid have just come into view. He gestures them wildly to speed up, to get through the door, to fucking run.

It unfolds in front of him like a dream: the way Eddie’s dragging the kid by his arm, feet moving fast enough to blur even as it feels like they’re not making any headway at all. The way the shriek grows louder.

When they finally make it to the Munson trailer, they fall through the threshold, tripping over the rug at the entryway. Steve closing the tissue paper door behind them. He stands, braced for impact, gun raised and pointing at the closed front door.

The shriek grows louder, and louder, and louder, until it peters off. Fades away. Like the thing had found new prey to terrorize. It takes long minutes of tense silence for Steve to lower the shotgun, turn to the other two huddled behind him.

Eddie has his arms up, as if he can shield the kid from that thing should it huff and puff its way through the matchstick front door. Hell, maybe he can. But, at Steve’s lowered gun, he drops heavily to the couch, slamming his forehead to his hands, fingers gripped into his hair hard enough that it has to hurt.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Steve asks, looking at the kid. It comes out harsher than he means it to. The kid flinches, takes a startled step back toward Eddie.

“What Harrington means,” Eddie says, raising his head just enough to glare at Steve, “is are you okay?”

The kid sniffles, turning toward Eddie. His fists are balled at his sides even as he nods. “I’m fine,” the kid says, voice shaking enough to give his lie away.

“And what’s your name?” Eddie asks.

“Will,” he says, fingers loosening, shoulders falling. “Will Byers.”

Eddie gasps theatrically. “Not any relation to the great Jonathan Byers?”

For the first time, the kid smiles. It makes him look even younger. Steve’s stomach churns. “He’s my brother,” Will says, smiling shyly down at Eddie.

Steve has a hazy memory of a boy with an equally tragic bowl cut, disappearing into the hallways of the high school, sinking into the bleachers of sporting events, face hidden behind a camera. He wonders if that’s Will’s brother. If he’s missing him.

“And how did you get here, Will?” Steve asks, carefully modulating his voice. Keeping it even. Keeping it low. Will flinches, but he doesn’t step back again. Eddie still glares at Steve from behind the kid’s head.

“The Demogorgon,” Will says, “It got me.”

Part 15

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my fic #i accidentally deleted half this part and had to write it AGAIN which was infuriating

[xhollandlilsx]

Red Card (pt 2) - (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Concept- Leah and Y/N have been broken up for months, but things kick off when Leah gets jealous during the game against Y/Ns team.

Warnings: Shit Ending.

Pt 1 << Here.

“You ready?” Ella asked as I sat down next to her on the bus, we were still waiting for a few players to arrive but because of the cold they let us on the coach early.

“Of course!” I replied excitedly. The recovery period was awful. 6 weeks of not playing, my first training session back I could not keep up, I knew I’d be on the bench at the start of the game, Marc had an idea of me being a ‘Super Sub’.

I’d only been back for one game before international break started and we were thrown into the England base camp, we had a game against

“You heard from-“

“Yep. A good amount of messages and calls”

“Did you answer?” She asked as we waited at a traffic light and I put ABBA on for her.

“Nope.” I sighed, “She tried to talk to me at training this week too, I just walked away, I couldn’t.”

She did refrain from asking any more, when she realised my tone had changed. It hurt me to ignore Leah but she messed up. Big time.

I pulled my AirPods from my England puffer jacket I had wrapped around me, and offered one to Ella. I wanted to get my head in focus, so I put mine in as Ella shrugged and accepted it putting it in her ear.

*******

We got off the coach and I took a deep breath, before stepping off after Lucy, I’d spent the week with Georgia, Lucy and Kiera, whenever they weren’t with Leah. I wasn’t petty, I was pissed off.

I looked into the camera to the right of us as we walked into Wembley, preparing for the game against Brazil. Raised a fist up and silently cheered before laughing and carrying on walking.

We all made our way to the changing room as I walked over to my shirt, putting my duffel bag on the floor. I smiled at my name in big letters along with the number 11, taking a deep breath I left it on its hanger and sat under it, seeing Georgia pull her phone out and take a photo, so I posed for it before grabbing my shin pads and throwing them on under my joggers.

When it was time to go out and warm up, the atmosphere was insane, ever since the euros there has been a massive influx of fans. I jogged over to the other side line, as fans cheered and clapped, I ran along side Alessia and Chloe. All of us running almost in waves to the side line as fans cheered, the three of us ran over and started to pass one of the balls back and forth between us.

“You alright?” I asked Less, as she looked slightly nervous, like something was bothering her.

“Yeah!” She smiled before kicking the ball to Chloe.

After we’d all warmed up, we began to walk back inside. I shoved my hands in my pockets, only taking them out to wave at a few fans sat around the tunnel.

*******

The game kicked off, and I was not in the starting eleven. If I’m honest I didn’t want to be. I liked the idea of being a ‘super sub’ for this game, I knew the way Brazil operated.

I sat on the side rubbing my hands together trying to generate some heat, the whistle blew for the kick off after everyone took the knee.

The game started off with England having most possession, but Brazil were putting up a good fight. I spent most of the first half an hour ruining my vocal chords, screaming and shouting while sat next to Alessia and Nikita.

“We aren’t playing wide enough” Nikita spoke as she watched. I nodded before I saw one of the Brazilian players collide, hard, with Leah.

“Ref!” I shouted from the side line. It was dirty and anyone with eyes could see that. Leah was stopping that player at any opportunity Brazil made, so you could tell the player had enough, “What the fuck!”

I shook my head as I crossed my arms and watched the ref hold up a yellow card, though Leah was limping back into position.

“Serena, how long?” I asked, hoping to go on soon. My eyes stayed trained on Leah, how she was limping.

“Not yet” She shook her head, I trusted her more than anything, I knew she was only keeping me off because of my injury, and worry that I wouldn’t be 100% like I usually am.

******

Half way through the second half I saw Serena wave me over. I quickly threw my bib off and warmed up, running up and down the side line a couple times.

I adjusted my socks before the ref called for the substitution, Chloe ran over to me and high-fived me before whispering ‘number 15’ in my ear. Meaning number 18 is gonna be my biggest problem.

I nodded before jogging on and into position, where there was a throw in being taken.

‘Substitution for England, coming off, number eighteen, Chloe Kelly. Being substituted for number eleven, Y/N Y/L/N.’

It always felt good when fans screamed when your name was called out, but nothing like Wembley. The crowd erupted, making Georgia look at me with a ‘what the-‘ look to which I mirrored.

I tucked my fly always behind my ears and waited for the ref to blow the whistle to start again. When she did we were off.

It didn’t take long for me to get the ball from one of their players, passing it out wide to Ella. I didn’t waste any time in running up the pitch, Ella made it around the players coming at her and attempted a cross, at which when I went to connect my foot to it, I felt a huge shove to the back by a pair of hands making me fall forward to my knees.

“What the fuck!” I shouted standing up again, as the ref blew the whistle, almost squaring up to the girl.

“Não havia nada de errado com isso. Eu mal toquei em você!” She argued to which I lost it.

“Você me empurrou pelas costas! Foda-se cara.” I shook my head as the ref came and stood between us, holding up a yellow card, booking her.

“Back into position!” Leah shouted over the fans cheering at the ref’s decision, I shook my head before walking back into position, fans chanting ‘my’ chant, the reaction from fans never ceases to amaze me, especially when you actually look up and see signs with your name on, or backs with your name on.

Around the 80th minute we were drawing 1-1, Leah had been subbed off due to her limp along with Lauren and Fran. My eyes scanned every player wearing a white shirt and nodded to myself a million plays taking place in my head. I waited until I had the ball at my feet, before passing it long out wide to Ella again, only I just about made it to the edge of the box when a cross came in from Ella.

My foot made contact with it sending it above the goalkeepers hands and into the back of the net. Excitement filling my body as I ran over to the side and jumped turning mid air and pointing to the name on the back of my shirt with my thumbs.

The crowd was ecstatic, I smiled as Georgia jumped into my arms. I lifted her up and laughed as a bunch of the other girls ran over and hugged us too. On my run back to my position I looked over to see Leah cheering too ^^, giving me a proud nod.

I kept my head down for the rest of the game managing two more goals in the space of 11 minutes, including five minutes added time. I couldn’t have done it without the amazing assists from the girls but I was happy for once with the way I’d played.

********

On the walk back to the changing room we made our way to the tunnel, and Kiera jumped on my back, messing my ponytail up.

I shook my head before shrugging her off and smiling at a group of fans with their phones out and holding signs up with my name on it. I saw a little girl smiling with her beanie on a little too low and a United shirt with my name on for me to sign.

I shook my head before pointing to the pen in her hand, and mouthing ‘pen’ to her knowing she wouldn’t hear me over the music and the fans, and she threw it down to me. I saw Leah stop beside me looking up in confusion as to what I was doing.

I took my England shirt from over my head and told Leah to turn around so I could sign it on her back. She did so without any protest, silently hoping this was a sign we were good again. I just knew there was no point being at odds when there’s this many cameras on us.

I signed it and wrapped it up in a ball with the pen and threw it up to the little girl. I saw her begin to cry as I blew her a kiss and waved at a few others before walking inside with Leah and now Georgia.

**********

The game ended on a 2-1 win to England, Lucy and I scoring the goals for England. Once in the changing room after I sat next to Georgia as she was wearing number 10, and we were talking about the game when I saw her look over to the other side of the room and nod.

I followed her eyes but there was a few of them, so I didn’t know who she was nodding to.

“Y’alright?” I asked her to which she nodded and closed her duffel bag.

“Please talk to her. I know what happened, and it was shitty. But please” Georgia begged me before walking out with a few of the other girls, leaving just Leah, Ellie and I.

Although I think Ellie got the picture when she looked between us and excused herself taking her half opened bag with her.

“Y/N.” She started before stopping obviously not having planned this out, “You have every reason to hate me. Like really hate me. I already hate myself, If I could take it back I would, I don’t even know what came over me. I was blind with anger.”

“Why?”

“W-when I saw you… with Russo. I lost it… I thought you’d moved on, and I couldn’t bare to see you move on. I know it’s selfish.” She sighed sitting opposite me, resting her elbows on her knees like I was.

“Leah you fractured my ribs.” I told her, with a heavy breath, “Alessia told me you had been giving her the cold shoulder all week too. I told you time and time again when we were together that I had no interest in Less. That I only wanted you, but you never accepted that. But what you did, Leah…”

“I know. God Y/N I know, I hate myself for what I did, when I saw you in that hospital room I was disgusted with myself, and I know I was a dick to you, but Y/N I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I just… I’m not asking you to be with me, I just need you to hear that I’m sorry.”

“I hear you.” I nodded, my tone a little more blunt than I intended to be, before picking my duffel bag up from the floor and attempting to walk out of the door to my left when she shot up and stopped me by placing her hands either side of my cheeks, with a ‘no…’.

We both stumbled slightly before she placed her forehead against mine, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Im sorry, I’m sorry.”

She repeated like a prayer whispering, as I closed my eyes, as much as she hurt me, I couldn’t deny the full feeling in my heart, the small ache when she stood so close to me. We’ve all done things we regret when angry, said things, punched things, threw things, but this wasn’t something I was gonna take lightly.

The way her hair eyes watered as she let a small sob interrupt her ‘sorry’s’. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck, I sighed, realising no matter what happens, I will love this girl with every fibre of my being.

I knew I couldn’t forgive her fully yet, but I also knew I couldn’t stay mad at her, I wanted to forgive her, but I had to take the first step.

Acceptance.

A/N: I hate this. I hate the ending but oh well, Bon appetite.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo #ella toone #lionesses #wlw imagine #football #lgbtlove #lucy bronze #georgia stanway #england

[acutiewithagun]

Hey Hey! Just wondering, how would the Rise Turtles (or just Donnie if you're not feeling up to doing all of them) react to catching a S/O singing alone in the kitchen for the first time? Like they're actually really good but maybe they're a bit shy at first about singing in front of someone? I love to sing and have vocal training but I need encouraging.

(I did something similar to this a bit ago. But I'm always happy to do more. I'll just do Donnie because why not. Also, shameless plug of my favorite artist. Link to og song.)

Taglist: @oleander-nin

The lyrics love your ears

You managed to shoo Mikey and Leo away from the kitchen for once. How you did it? Offering to do the dishes that had stacked up due to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N being out of commission. Donnie was busy fixing him, Mikey was busy with art commissions that kept popping up, Leo was busy 'being too cool for cleaning', and Raph was afraid he would break the glassware.

So that left you having the perfect excuse to be alone for a few hours. You were supposed to be doing warm up and songs your voice coach gave you, but a little fun never hurt. So as you tackled the haunting mess of plates, cups, and silverware, you started singing a few fun songs.

A few voice cracks slipped out occasionally but you just laughed them off as you scrubbed with the sponge. Suds covered your gloves as you washed the filth away and choruses filled the room. If anyone had been there you would have about died, but again, everyone was busy with something.

Once you ran out of the songs you found enjoyable, still having a pile of dishes to finish, you begrudgingly started the warm ups and songs assigned to you. They weren't bad, but when it's forced onto you it's not as fun. However you knew you had to do it eventually. So as you continued working on the pile you did your task of assigned work.

You finished with your practice material as you put the final dish on the drying rack. You paused as you heard a sipping of a beverage. You snap your head around and Donnie is casually leaning against the kitchen counters a few feet away from you, drinking a mug of coffee. Your face starts to heat up. "How long have you been here!?"

He let out a hum and lazily gazed over to the digital clock on the wall. He lowered the mug from his mouth and looked back at you. "Approximately two hours, twenty three minutes, and fifty three seconds and rising." He casually dodged the wet rag you here in his direction as he took another sip of his hot beverage.

"You could at least have said something, or made a noise!" Blush covered your face fiercely as you glowered at the purple branded mutant. "Ah, but that would have stopped the singing, we both are aware of this. So I expertly acquired my coffee silently and watched your little performance."

You raised an eyebrow at the turtle. "This is my first time singing here. How the hell did you know I would stop if you made your presence known?" He clicked his tongue as he carefully placed the mug down. "You seem to underestimate the ability of security cameras." This earns another dirty rag thrown in his direction that he flawlessly dodged. "I do admit that one was deserved. However I quite enjoy your voice, would it be possible to hear you again?"

You put your hands on your hips after slipping the gloves off. "Don't you like that techno music? You know the one without singing involved." Donnie gave a nod of acknowledgement and hummed. "Correct, this does not mean I can't enjoy a person's natural vocals." You roll your eyes with a sigh as you join him, leaning against the countertop as well. You hoist yourself up on top of the counter and kick your legs as he picks his mug back up.

"... Maybe, wanna hear a new song I learned. I found a super hidden artist named Megan Shumway." His mask revealed one of his drawn on eyebrows raising slightly as he gives you a side glance. "Go ahead." You smiled and closed your eyes as you began singing.

Someone will remember us, my love, in a different time...

And even if they tell our stories wrong, my love, you will still be mine...

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt self insert #a cutie with a gun writes #yandere rottmnt

[boysplanetrecaps]

Build Up Episode 3: Hmm-cheat and Take Me Back in Time

Hello, chingoos! Welcome back to my always timely recaps of MNET’s Build Up. In the last one, we saw the battle of the SHINee songs. In this one, we’ll see pop go up against the classic ballad. Who will win? We’ll see! 

If you want to watch along, this link seems pretty good. This segment starts at 47:30. 

The two teams enter. They are:

Neon, left, and Seunghun.

Neon was on the Kajima Kajima (Don’t Go) team with Jeup and Donghun. I really love his sweet, smooth yet textured singing voice. 

Seunghun ranked quite low in the vocal check in, but was Top Tier after his performance in Every Moment of You. He’s a member of CIX, and is recently blonde. 

They introduce themselves as 7-23 because July 23 is Neon’s birthday and Seunghun’s debut date. That encourages the judges to reveal that three of them have the same birthday -- Wendy, Solar and Vocal Coach Guy were all born on February 21. That’s a weird coincidence!

Yoon Inhwan, left, and Ma Jaekyung. 

Yoon Inhwan is a ballad-singer and performed in Shall I Love You Again? in the first round. I’m not overly in love with his style of singing, which I recognize isn’t aimed at my tastes.

Ma Jaekyung was once in a group called Romeo (which has since disbanded) and he performed in Something Like That, a group that did really well so he was chosen as Low Tier almost by default. 

They introduce themselves as Balladream, because they’re ballad singers.

In the pre-performance banter, we find out that Neon and Seunghun picked Inhwan and Jaekyung because they thought they’d be easy to beat. 

How can they justify this? We flashback to the Rival Choosing Platform Area (RCPA), where Neon and Seunghun are waiting for challengers. They actually get two teams stepping up to challenge them: Team Inhwan and Jaekyung, and Team Pretty Blue Sweaters (Taehwan and Hong Sung Won, two personal faves). 

A lot of whispering takes place, and they decide to go with the team they think they can beat. Seunghun dives into what I think is meant to be good natured bantering, but it doesn’t quite come across that way, because the vibe is off.

Neon and Seunghun think their challengers look soft and gentle and think that to beat them, they themselves should perform a hip R&B song. The balladeers will be clean and pure, so they should be dirty. 

Seunghun’s Iron-Man heart is pulsing really hard, I guess. 

Seunghun thinks he can contribute rhythmic skills, by which I think he means dancing. They decide on a song by Crush, Hmm-cheat, that I tried to listen to but kept getting distracted by other things. It sounds like, what if Superstition by Stevie Wonder went through the wash. 

Ok, I’m going to do my best to evaluate this performance, even though I find the song quite dull. I really, really enjoyed Neon’s voice in the pre-4 mission so I hope he keeps it up!

Link to full version without reactions

My thoughts:

Wow, Neon has such a nice voice. It’s exactly suited for this kind of song. Smooth, clean, perfectly on pitch, with just a delicious vocal color. His is one of my favorite voices on the whole show. 

And, as happened with the people who sang with Jay in the first round, Seunghun’s voice suffers in the comparison to Neon’s. Can Seunghun sing? Sure, of course he can. He just sounds very breathy and nasal, with slight pitch issues here and there. Overall, he’s not terrible or anything, but he doesn’t sound as good as any of the singers from the first two songs.

I repeat my original comment: this song is sooooooo boooorrrrriiiinnnnnggggg ok thanks sorry if you like it 

In the MNET edit, we get to see how into it everyone else was. At one point, the guys go over to Dahee and sing right to her, and she gets up to dance.

It’s pretty cute. And apparently, once she’s on her feet, she stays there. 

The judges are on their feet too, dancing.

I love how game they all are!

There’s also a moment when one of the guys backstage says that Neon sounds like he’s American, and I think I get what they’re saying. Maybe that’s why I like him….?

When the song is over, the judges tease Dahee for her enthusiasm for a bit, then it’s time for the voting. 

Backstage, Jaekyung and Inhwan wonder aloud what score the other team will get. Jaekyung wonders if they’ll get another 97, and Inhwan says “They shouldn’t, but I’m worried they will.” I hate to say it, but I agree. Both of the performances we saw before this were better than this, and I say that as a big fan of Neon’s voice and as someone who likes CIX. 

We find out the vote. The highest is in fact 97 (Eunkwang)and the lowest is 86(Solar), and overall this seems way too high. 

Eunkwang tells them that it’s “like watching a professional performance,” which is a weird thing to say, given that one of them is a professional. Eunkwang heaps a lot of praise on Neon, which is very fair, but takes time to praise Seunghun as well. 

Solar says she liked the performance, but they seemed anxious, especially Seunghun. 

Wendy points out that Neon sticks his tongue out too much, and yeah, I agree. 

Seungkwan from Seventeen says he could never have fun like that on stage. I disagree! But ok. 

I just kind of wish that this wasn’t what they were talking about, though. This is supposed to be a vocal show, with a focus on vocals. It’s great if they have swag and are hip and wear baggy baggy baggy baggy baggy baggy jeans or whatever, but the point is supposed to be the vocals. 

Ok, it’s time for team pinky-beige, who vow to make the judges cry. 

We flashback to their planning meeting, which is taking place in, I don’t know, a church basement…?

They’re sitting on milk crates, you guys. What. Is. This. At least Inhwan has on a nice, if a bit plain, purple s w e a t e r.

They’re worried about their opponents, who both did really well in the first round. 

We learn that Inhwan really loves ballads, which he thinks of as a “5-minute movie about a break up.” Apparently, he busks all over, singing ballads.

I wonder if anyone watching the show is like, "wait, that guy who is always on that one street corner is on this show?"

He only wants to sing ballads, so he was glad to find Jaekyung, who also wanted to sing a ballad. He has a list of 60 possible songs, and Jaekyung picks one: Take Me Back in Time by Roy Kim. It sounds like every other ballad I’ve ever heard, and is, unsurprisingly, about a breakup. I know I might like the song a lot more if I understood Korean a lot better. 

So they rehearse! They rehearse in a utility closet!

They wear almost-matching blurry s w e a t e r s!

And now, they’re ready to perform. 

Here’s the version without the reactions. 

My thoughts:

I love the way he knows what he likes, and there’s something so charming about loving sentimental songs like this and just committing to it. I appreciate his strong sense of pitch and his clear and obvious power. I appreciate how “into it” he gets, to the point that when the song is over he has to sort of take a few moments to pull himself together and bring himself back to reality. It’s really sweet! I just don’t like his closed-sinus milk-voice sound, even though I think it’s just a stylistic choice. I don’t think I’ll ever jive with Inhwan’s voice, fam. Sorry if he’s your favorite!

I feel like Jaekyung’s sweet, round face matches his sweet, smooth, sweet voice. (I know in Korea, “small face” is a compliment, but to me, his facial shape is so charming!) His voice is maybe not unique, but it’s pleasant to listen to and I feel like he could match anyone. He’s a tiny bit nasal, and his vibrato is a tiny bit too wobbly for my taste, but I think that’s the genre. 

I can recognize that this is a skillful performance, even though I don’t know if I’d ever really ever jive with it on a personal level. I think if I were a judge, I’d give it to this team over the previous one because they displayed true vocal ability, but then again, Neon has my favorite choice among all four of these guys. Sigh. IDK. 

The MNET edit emphasizes, as usual, how good it is -- everyone’s closing their eyes and shaking their heads and even tearing up a little. When it’s over, poor Dahee is overcome. “Ottokay?” she mutters to herself. (kind of like, “what to do?” or “oh my gosh!”) I love how into it Dahee gets.

The judges were into it too, especially Eunkwang, who even wonders aloud if they ever saw these guys sing before. Baekho says he didn’t know they could be this good. That seems to be the overall feeling. 

Backstage, Neon is biting his nails. 

The score is revealed -- well, first we have one million “waaaa!” reactions -- and it turns out that their highest score is 100, and their lowest is 90. 

They can’t believe it.

Turns out that Jaehwan, ever the random element on the judging panel, is the one who gave the 100 points, and Solar gave the 90. 

Jaehwan says “It was the first song that touched my heart among the performances. There’s no need to say anything about your stage. It’s the kind of stage you’ll want to visit again when you get home.” 

VCG compliments their technique, especially Inhwan, who has great control over his dynamics. 

Seungkwan from Seventeen says that he noticed that Inhwan kept touching his chest. “It’s that little trembling feeling that comes out when you sing with tall your heart,” Seungkwan says. 

Solar says that she likes Inhwan’s “heavy” power, and gives Jaekyung some praise as well too. 

Eunkwang points out that they did a lot better this time than in the first mission, and “that’s the beauty of survival.”

It’s time for the two teams to find out their full scores and who won. 

Turns out that the ballad team got a total of 666 points, meaning that the five middle scores averaged out to 95. Neon and Seunghun got a total of 650 points, meaning that the five middle scores averaged out to 93. Both teams obviously did really well, but Team Ballad took the win this time.

Inhwan talks about how he doesn’t really have any experience on stage or on TV, and the judges are surprised, since he is that good. He says that his hands were shaking and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself. The judges wave that away and tell him he did great. They ask him, “are you a trainee?” and he says, “no I’m just a student who likes ballads.”

Aww, he’s so happy. It must feel amazing to have people like Wendy and Solar complimenting your voice. Yay!

So, that brings us to the end of the match! In the next one, we’ll have a face-off between Jay and Wumuti -- it’ll be a Boys Planet redux! See you then.  

#cix #mnet build up #romeo kyle

[buddieisgoingcanon2024]

I saw someone saying that maybe ryan low key agrees with C political views. Well I am making an example my dad is kinda conservative but my mom is a liberal they don't share the same views Maybe it is the case for Ryan maybe they don't aboard the political discussion on the table. As for the MMA coach someone said it is Ultranationalist but he works a lot with people with different ethnic backgrounds. Anyway maybe their difference is why C and Ryan's relationship was weak but every time he tried to break things off the woman was pregnant, so now it's hard because there's kids in the middle. The break up thing is not a speculation but comes straight from Ryan in an interview and how public every time they fight a certain someone puts her dirty laundry to the fans to gain money because her relationship is her brand. Only because Ryan is not vocal about his political views doesn't mean he shares the same values of Chrysti. He learned his lesson when he blindly defended Christy's ignorance and apologized for it a year later, strangely when they were at the same time they were having problems, anyway he understood his mistake which it was right to hold him accountable I like Ryan but like everyone I thought he was stupid that time and I am glad he held himself accountable when he understood what he did wrong and didn't dance around making excuses like Christy did. I am not saying Ryan is perfect because he's not but it's clear a lot of his downfalls where because of Christy fuck ups. In his past relationships he never got under the heat until he got with her. But I saw that during the cold he helped a lot of people and donated a lot to minorities if he was a right wing person he wouldn't even look them in the eyes or educate himself about certain matters. The gun thing was that he went to the target range to support her but it was two videos after that he never went again it was her thing because there were no other videos on support for her in that range. It was years ago. I think that he had no other choice to support her we don't know how she is with him behind closed doors and every attempt to break up was coming from Ryan part not her he was more done than her, but he can't because of the kids and her new career of god knows what field she will fail.

Again exactly. Thanks for the thoughts anon.

#ryan guzman #chrysti ane #thoughts

[cowsinbathrooms]

Hello dear readers. Marek here. Writing this blog with my super cute and smart Ili provides an opportunity to share the same stories from multiple points of view. And I think that this will be super cool for the reader. We were already contemplating becoming a couple coaches together. I feel we would be really good at it. Yet I still think it is quite a wild and untenable idea.

So today, I would like to provide you with my side of the spooning story. I think that this is a great example to discuss conflicts because there was nothing in stake - a spoon misplacement by Ili (Ili, you are great and so smart! Read the full post.) and my misalignment where it is hard for people to tell if I am joking or being serious.

So. We were cooking a delicious chili con carne, a recipe that was introduced to me by Ili. Everything was ready and I wanted to start serving. But could not find a spoon to eat it. And in my mind it was like “why are there no spoons here, one is in my protein bag, one is here dirty, there must be two clean spoons here”. So I’ve expressed my concern loudly. And when I said it loudly, I immediately saw them. (This is a concept in programming called a rubber duck debugging, and it is so cool that a shift in the thinking perspective can help find a solution to a problem. But back to the spoons.) So, I felt an emotion that a person feels when something is placed not in its intended place. Although it was only about 10cm from the spoon spot. I found it quite funny to be annoyed by a such small thing so I’ve vocalized it and blamed Ili for it. And Ili denied misplacing it. Now I was feeling that she is denying the obvious truth and lying to me. She misplaced a lighter before, I am not misplacing things, case closed, facts are clear, Ili is convinced, my inner lawyer had a winning case here. So proceeded to convince her of this incredible sin. But then I’ve looked at her and noticed that she is being quite serious. So I’ve hugged her and told her that I am just acting out. I thought it was obvious, because I would never be really angry about misplacing spoon. Like I like things in their places, but they are just things.

So. To reflect on that. I’ve started a conflict by blaming my beautiful Ili that she misplaced spoons. And when she denied it, I’ve got angry that she can’t even admit her own mistake. But the reality of conflicts is that the truth does not matter here. I will repeat this, the factual truth does not matter in conflict resolution. I’ve learned that on the mediation courses where I’ve observed lawyers trying to mediate a case and trying to get into the law truth of it. It does not work. In conflicts, there are points of views, different perspectives. And it kind of changed my life because until then, I though that my science-based approach to life has all the answers. And from Ili’s point of view, she did not misplace the spoon. At the time, we have no easy way of validating it, like a camera recording, so there is no point in arguing that. I could have misplaced the spoon as well, I am not used to cook with other people and we have many vibrant conversations during the cooking so it is entirely possible it was my misplacement. I don’t know for sure. So proceeding with finding who misplaced the spoons is a fools act and will only deepen the conflict. And even if she would admit doing it, it was not very polite from me to point out her mistakes in this confrontational way. So. To conclude this. Human dispute resolution is rarely about solving the factual layer of the problem in hand. Rather, it is about listening to the other persons motivations, and coming up with a solution that works for both parties. This is really hard, but a good news is that such solution always exists.

Oh and a preview from “A human manual on how to interact with Marek” - a book that is currently in preprint: “If you are unsure whether Marek is serious or not or he generally does not make sense to you, just ask him, he will tell you. It may be hard to determine from his body language.”

#marek #conflict #together #couple

[bbugyu]

daddy’s little monster + lee seokmin & yoon jeonghan

the story of your side hustle, that both pays well and had some very lovely benefits.

prelude | part one | part two | part three | epilogue

wc.5195 | SMUT, like DIRTY SMUT, threesome, sugar daddy!jeonghan and musician!seokmin, aka my worst nightmare, hard dom vs service sub vs service dom, aka my other worst nightmare, fem reader, daddy kink, marking, cream pie, please use condoms, lk cucking? happy halloween!

i was gonna say this is porn without plot but in reality idk how to not make smut way too personal. and i have not stopped thinking about my seokhan sandwicch fantasies and desperately needed to get it out, so take my shame and run with it. gif literally does not match this at all but DONT WORRY ABOUT IT

~

seokmin knew that jeonghan, the prolific and sought after architect whom he considered a close friend, had a less than conventional relationship with a young woman, but he had never met her. didn't know what the two did beyond appear at fancy industry dinner parties together, or the occasional sleepovers that had been offhandedly mentioned when seokmin and him get drinks and grilled meat. he believed she was real - he had been told she was real, by a mutual friend who had attended said parties - but had never seen a picture of her. never been introduced. he dropped architecture, afterall, deciding instead to get a teaching degree while jeonghan continued his artistic engineering. he had no reason to attend the parties that jeonghan paid her to accompany him to.

so when he was slightly drunk at a halloween party being held at the architect's beautiful home, he thought nothing about the pretty girl giving him attention, other than the fact that she looked incredible in her cheerleading outfit and that she was sitting far too close to him to not be flirting.

"how do you know jeonghan?" you asked, perched on the sofa next to seokmin, fingers mindlessly fiddling with the zipper on his red and blue bomber jacket.

his arm was over the back of the sofa, and you were comfortably sitting in the negative space, your feet tucked beneath your baby blue pleated skirt. "we went to college together," he said.

your eyebrow quirked. "are you also an architect? i've never seen you around."

he smiled and shook his head, wondering why a pretty girl like you was wasting your time getting to know a guy like him if you frequented industry parties. "no, i dropped the program. too much math. i'm a music teacher."

he watched your eyes light up. "what kind of music?"

"piano and guitar, mostly," he said, shifting beside you when your knees brushed over his thigh. "i do some vocal coaching, also."

you gazed at his profile as he looked anywhere but at you, eyes briefly focusing on the little black heart drawn under his eye. "you do have a lovely voice."

"thanks," he said, smiling when he turned to look at you, almost faltering when he realized you were leaning into him. "but you haven't heard me sing."

you paused, staring at his lips. "i'd like to," you breathed, and seokmin's hand dropped from the couch to find the small of your back, a shiver running up your spine when his fingers ran over the waistband of your skirt.

"y/n."

with great difficulty, you looked away from his lips to the source of your name being called, smiling lightly when you saw who had summoned you. you put a hand on seokmin's chest.

"i'll be right back, okay?" he kept watching your lips as you spoke. "promise me you won't go anywhere?"

seokmin gave you a lopsided smile, fingers brushing over your skin still. "promise."

you pulled yourself off the couch, purposefully giving him a bit of a view as you leaned over to slip your feet back into your sneakers, walking over to the man that had called your name. seokmin watched you swing your hips side to side, then cursed under his breath when jeonghan's hand snaked around your waist only a few meters in front of him, putting the pieces together in his mind.

"i see you like my friend," jeonghan muttered, handing you the drink you had asked him for. he was dressed as a man in black, which was wholly unoriginal considering he wore many suits regularly, but you figured your cheerleading costume wasn't leaving much more to the imagination than any of the dresses he usually picked out for you.

"you never told me you were friends with a musician," you teased. "afraid i wouldn't call you?"

he laughed, sneakily pulling up the hem of your skirt and watching over your shoulder as seokmin tried not to stare. "you'll always call me."

you bit at your lip, smiling. "yes, daddy."

"are you sure about him?"

you peeked over your shoulder, giggling when seokmin looked away from you and tugged at the knees of his black pleather pants. "isn't he perfect?"

"i like seokmin," jeonghan said, drawing your attention by taking off his sunglasses, hooking them in his lapel pocket. "he's one of my closest friends. i want you to be absolutely sure."

you paused, considering his tone and looking into his amber eyes. "i'm positive."

jeonghan smiled, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. "go tell him the good news, sweetheart."

you grinned, pulling away from him as he put his sunglasses back on and teasingly clicked his prop neuralizer at you. you giggled and sauntering back to the couch that seated the most adorable harley quinn you had ever seen.

"i'm back," you said, sipping at your drink as you settled back into seokmin's side. "sorry, you know how sugar daddies are. so demanding."

he choked out a laugh, still unsure despite your joking tone. "so, you and, uh, jeonghan-"

"yeah," you sighed, setting your drink down on the table beside the sofa and adjusting your posture, putting your knees on his thigh but keeping your shoes off the couch. "he likes my company, i like not paying for tuition."

"what are you studying?" seokmin asked, jumping at the opportunity to change the subject.

you smiled, tugging at his arm until he took the hint to put it back where it was before you were interrupted. "musical theory and recording arts."

he almost laughed. "you're unreal."

"i could say the same," you said, fingers fiddling with the opposite collar of his jacket. "can i ask you something? no pressure."

his eyebrows quirked upwards. "there's a little pressure."

you giggled, tugging at the collar lightly and smiling when he shifted to face you better. "genuinely, don't say yes just because i want you to, okay?" you only continued when he nodded, taking a deep breath. "so, jeonghan and i have been wanting to try something for a while, and he asked me to find someone tonight."

seokmin swallowed. "am i someone?"

you bit your lip. "yes."

his finger scratched at his cheek. "and he approves?"

your eyes flickered to where you and jeonghan had been standing, but the older was nowhere to be found. "yes."

"i-" he cleared his throat suddenly. "i just haven't- i don't know what i'm trying to say." he paused to collect himself. "i've never even considered doing anything like… that."

you giggled sweetly, and seokmin tried to not notice the way your hand ran over his chest. "i haven't done anything like this either," you assured him. "jeonghan's a little bossy, but he'll only be that way to me if you don't ask for it, i promise. and you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, seriously, we can stop whenever, i just-" you bit at your lip briefly. "i just really want to make you feel good."

despite you telling him to not just say yes just for your sake, he had a hard time saying no after hearing your dark tone. any idea of saying no slipped his mind completely when you kissed him, slow and deliberate, your tongue tasting like cola and whiskey against his. he even went as far as pulling you into his lap, forgetting the context of the party surrounding him, his only thoughts about the way your thighs split over his lap and how soft your skin felt when his hands ran under your skirt.

"is this a yes?" you asked breathlessly, trying not to grind down on his pleather covered thighs.

he nodded at you with blown out eyes. "i'll try anything with you."

you grinned, finger brushing over the purposefully smeared lipstick across his cheek. "you're so cute."

he smiled at you, a hand running up your side as you leaned into him again. "not all the time," he muttered, and you couldn't help but gasp lightly when he bounced his leg under you. "want me to prove it?"

you kissed him again, unable to form any words to say yes but desperately needing to. when a hand landed on the back of your neck, you moaned into his mouth and pulled away, trying to catch your breath.

seokmin's hand pulled you into him again, and you whimpered lightly against his lips. "we need to go."

his lips barely left yours when he asked "where to?" and your fingers intertwined with his as you stood, pulling him off the couch to follow you.

you spotted jeonghan in the next room, and despite not knowing for sure if he noticed you two, you spun around playfully and pulled seokmin into you again, letting him kiss you deeply with his hands exploring your bare waist before you pulled away again to continue leading him away, the lopsided grin on his face never leaving.

the noise of the party dissipated as you pulled him up a flight of stairs and down a hall, stopping a few times to kiss against banisters in areas of jeonghan's home he had never been in.

"is this-" seokmin stopped himself as you closed the bedroom door, looking around at the grand but minimally decorated room - the main focal point being the large canopy bed against the far wall.

"jeonghan's," you said, pulling seokmin into you and resuming your feverish kisses. "it's the only bedroom i'm allowed in."

he briefly wondered what other rules the two of you had, but all but forgot about them when you were pushing his jacket off his shoulders, hands running over his chest. you tried to catch your breath as seokmin's mouth worked its way down your neck, but you couldn't stop whining.

"fuck, do you work out?" you asked breathlessly as he backed you up against the door, your hands not so subtly gripping at a bicep.

he chuckled against your neck. "i tune pianos, sometimes."

you briefly thought about him moving an upright to access the strings, and how you had to recruit the help of three friends to move the one jeonghan had bought for you. "you should come to my place, i've been meaning to get mine tuned for a while."

"you can just say you want to see me again," he said, a teasing smile on his lips as he pulled you off the door.

"you're sure about this, right?" you asked between kisses. "he'll notice we're missing and come looking. i don't want you to be surprised."

seokmin considered the concept of jeonghan walking in on his friend between your thighs, laid out on his bed, and the way his length flinched in his pants assured you that it was the best idea he had heard in a while. "i'm sure, i promise."

you bit at your lip again as you grinned, letting him overtake you with kisses as the back of your legs hit the bed.

"this little skirt, i swear to god," seokmin groaned, large hands squeezing at your ass through the fabric.

you gasped, your open mouth making seokmin groan deeper as he pulled you against his tented crotch. "jeonghan picked it out."

"i can tell," he said, staring down at the supposed team name you were meant to be cheering for. "angel, huh? does he call you that?"

"sometimes," you breathed, lips nipping at his neck. "he calls me the name on your chest more, though."

seokmin chuckled, almost completely forgetting about his own costume that he had mostly only picked because the shirt was so easy to find. he brought your lips back to his, kissing you deeply before pushing you down onto the soft mattress. "i want you to get comfortable."

you nodded excitedly, kicking off your shoes and watching him unbuckle his belt as you backed yourself up against the pillows. he kneed his way onto the bed, pants unzipped and shirt discarded, but stopped his undressing to crawl towards you, hands running over your split thighs. you groaned, hips rolling towards him just at the sight of him between your legs, and he gazed up at you sweetly.

"you're soaking through your panties."

you took a heaving breath. "you're super hot."

his lips skated over your inner thigh, and you gripped at the duvet as you tried to stifle a moan. his hands went under your thighs, squeezing at your ass before hooking under your panties, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from whining as he slowly pulled them off you, your skirt falling over your waist when you lifted your hips for him.

"oh, baby, look at you," he cooed, tongue darting out between his lips as he took in the sight. "is that all for me?"

you moaned, rolling your hips off the mattress again, staring at his shoulders as he settled. "fuck, seokmin, please-"

your pleas were interrupted by your own garbled moan as he put his tongue against your inner thigh, biting down on the soft flesh. your hand found his scalp, gripping as he sucked a sweet red rose into your thigh, kissing it gently before moving to repeat the action a little closer to your core.

"oh, god, s-seokmin-" you whined, bucking your hips against him. he gently held your wily hips down as he continued until he was satisfied with the marks, hoping they would stay a while. remind you of him when he wasn't around. his breath hit your core and you keened, desperately asking for his lips, but he only barely teased his tongue over your clit before planting his lips on your other thigh, drawing a shaky moan from you as you gripped his hair.

"fuck, please," you begged, wishing you could move your hips more freely, but his strong grip on you held you in place.

when seokmin decided he was happy with the delicate roses between your legs, he looked up to you, observing the way your chest heaved and you panted, your eyes blown to all hell. your fingers tightened in his hair when he rolled out his tongue, slowly dragging it through your folds.

you moaned, your voice sounding choppy and desperate even to you as your neck stretched out in pleasure. "g-god!"

he hummed against you, his lips kissing at your clit and tongue running over you alternately. you shook as he lapped at you, and he pulled his hands out from under your ridden up skirt in order to push your thighs back, allowing him more comfortable access as you groaned, blue stained fingers leaving his hair to grip at the duvet.

"fuck, seokmin, i'm already so close-"

he hummed again, pulling away but putting two fingers over your core instead, spreading your arousal through your folds and over your clit as he licked his lips. "is my mouth that good to you?"

you arched your back as he continued running his fingers over you. "it's so good."

he lapped at you again, making you let out a high pitched whine as he slowly slipped his fingers into your sweet, tight hole. your eyes shut and you moaned, squeezing his fingers as your arousal seeped out from around them. "your pussy is so cute," he muttered, eyes darting up to your face as you panted. he slowly began to curl his lean, long, instrument trained fingers in your core, pulling more pleas from your lips. "i bet it's cuter when you cum."

"fuck, please," you begged. "please make me cum."

seokmin groaned lightly as he sucked at your clit, rolling his hips against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure he felt from your fingers digging against his scalp, your taste on his lips, your whining moans in his ears.

you noticed the sound of the door, almost processing the meaning before your pleasure interrupted your own thought. "fuck, baby, right there!"

he groaned, digging his fingers further into you to spur your squealing as he flicked his tongue against you, and you practically thrashed against him as you came undone, your thighs pushing into his shoulders as your back arched against the mattress.

you whined dully when he pulled his mouth away from you, your fingers loosening their grip in his spray dyed hair. he never pulled his fingers out of you, not even as he crawled slowly over you, continuing to gently curl into you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into your chest.

"you started without me," jeonghan said finally, and seokmin smiled into your neck as you watched your sugar daddy pull off his tie, still whining lightly at the fingers in your cunt. "that wasn't what we agreed on."

"i- ah-" you gasped, thigh pressing against seokmin's arm when his thumb pushed against your clit. "i couldn't wait," you said, hooded eyes watching jeonghan approach.

"found yourself a cute toy, huh?" he quirked his eyebrow at the younger, noticing the way his shoulders rippled under your desperate fingers as he stood at the end of the bed. "are you gonna treat him nice, sweetheart?"

you nodded quickly, fingers finding seokmin's scalp again as you kissed him, loving the way you tasted on his lips. you gasped when he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, his hand running up your waist to hold you stay as he rut his clothed bulge into you, the feeling of cool pleather against your hot core making you moan against him.

"what do you want to do, sweetheart?" jeonghan prompted you, gently leaning against a bedpost as he adjusted himself in his pants

"i wanna ride," you said, breath fanning over seokmin's face as he blushed slightly. his red ears just made you move your hips again desperately. "fuck, seokmin, i need to ride you."

his movements stopped for a second, mind whirling with the idea of you bouncing on him. his thoughts were only interrupted by a voice.

"you heard her, seokmin."

he snapped into action, kissing you again as he shoved his slightly too tight pants down his hips, and you pushed him until he allowed you to roll him into his back. you tugged his pants down his legs, gulping at the bulge in his underwear.

"jesus, seokmin, you never said you were packing," jeonghan chuckled, observing the way you faltered when you noticed his length.

seokmin sucked in a labored breath when you ran your hands over his hips, teasing a thumb over his erection. "you never asked."

you tugged his underwear down over his hips, taking care to pull him gently out to avoid harm. you rolled your tongue out to draw a wet line up the underside of his heavy cock, enjoying the way it flinched up against you. 

"he likes tits," jeonghan said, shrugging off his blazer and walking to the side of the bed to toss it onto a chair. "lose the top, angel."

you smirked up at seokmin, suddenly extremely happy that the only one that interested you at this party was someone jeonghan knew. you slinked up his body to straddle his lap, the hem of your skirt teasing the head of his cock as it peeked out from under it. you kissed him first, and his hands ran up your thighs as he bucked his hips up to meet your bare core, but you hovered just out of reach. you sat up again, pulling the cheer top over your head and tossing it to the side.

seokmin groaned, hands finding your waist and running up your sides to squeeze gently at your breasts with his thumbs. "fuck, you're gorgeous."

"and you're huge," you said, finally grinding down against his length, pulling a deep groan from his chest. you backed up to stand his cock on end, pulling it against your stomach and practically choking when you saw how tall it stood, the tip far past the waistband of your skirt.

jeonghan whistled. "how are you gonna stuff all that in your tight little pussy, sweetheart?"

saliva gathered in your mouth at the thought. "like a good girl."

seokmin groaned again, hips bucking up to fuck into your hands. "stop teasing and take it, baby."

you got on your knees, positioning yourself over the head of his thick cock, and he practically bucked up into you when he felt your wetness at his tip. you gasped, sinking slowly, eyes watering slightly at the stretch and seokmin moaned, hands on your waist in support. you looked at jeonghan briefly, and he smiled, cock in hand, watching you as you sank slowly.

"stop," seokmin said, grip tightening on your waist. he panted as he held you in place, and you had an idea as to why he stopped you as you felt him pressing against your cervix. "i don't wanna hurt you."

his gentleness was a welcomed juxtaposition from jeonghan's usual intensity. you nodded, hands on his chest, then leaned forward to kiss him, gently fucking yourself on as much of his length as you could manage, readying yourself. his grip on your waist tightened, and he let out a beautiful whine when you dipped a little further onto him.

"careful," he breathed, and you sat up. your hands ran down his chest and over his stomach, then up your own body to gently coerce his fingers out of the deathgrip on your waist. he took the hint, running his hands up your torso and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

you groaned, your hips inching closer to his every time you bounced on his lap. it took everything in him to not take control, your pussy squeezing and pulling him further into you, the only sound in his ears your musical moans as you started to get desperate.

"fuck, you're so big," you said dumbly, unable to think of anything else. 

"you're so tight," seokmin said back. he hooked a thumb under your skirt, tugging it up to reveal how tightly your cunt hugged him. "fuck, you look so good filled up like that."

your hands found his thighs, leaning back as you rolled your hips over his. you choked out a moan, the angle nearly making you fold an instant. "d-daddy, can i cum?"

seokmin groaned and almost responded before jeonghan did. "go right ahead, angel. let him feel how good you are."

you sank down, your hips meeting seokmin's and a whining moan leaving you lips as he choked slightly. you fell forward onto his chest, giving him desperate, open mouthed kisses as you rolled your hips, your sensitive nub rubbing against his pelvis. you gasped, clutching at his hair as he pushed his hips up into yours, the coil in you snapping in you all while he muttered how good of a girl you were against your lips. his grip around you tightened as your grip around him did the same, the feeling of your tight cunt pulsating around him almost enough to get him off despite him steadying his hips as you shuddered on his chest.

"beautiful," jeonghan commented. "she looks good when you fuck her."

seokmin tried not to groan, but the involuntary movement of his hips triggered an unhidable moan from you. "never thought i'd enjoy being watched."

"i always knew you were a freak," the older said, continuing to pump himself. "you okay if i take a little control?"

seokmin finally looked over to his friend, eyes dropping to his cock as he gulped. "y-yeah."

"alright. sweetheart, time to get up. i want that skirt off."

you whined, grinding down on seokmin. he choked, and you dug your face into his neck.

"three..."

you whined again, louder this time, gripping a bicep as you took in a breath. "please, he feels so good-"

"two..."

you curled your toes in protest, and seokmin had the least control when you rolled your hips on his again, both of you letting out shaky moans. you heard your name as a warning, and you practically started crying from how badly you didn't want to remove yourself from him.

"y/n. one."

you caved finally, not wanting jeonghan to punish you in front of a guest, sitting yourself up suddenly and gasping at the feeling, seokmin's hands gripping your hips. you looked over to jeonghan, who had a smile on his face as he bit his lip gently.

"off, angel. you can have him again in a second."

you slowly pulled yourself off of seokmin's hard cock, and he had one hand keeping your skirt out of view, the other kneading reassuring circles in your thighs as you did. you both groaned when you managed to lift yourself off of him completely, and jeonghan watched your arousal drip from you onto seokmin's flushed cock.

"c'mere, sweetheart," jeonghan said, gesturing for you to come to the side of the bed where he stood.

you unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the mattress as you weakly kneed yourself over to him, thighs shaking. seokmin tucked one hand behind his head and wrapped the other around his cock, watching you intently as you came up to the eldest. he gripped your chin first, opening your mouth before him, and you rubbed your thighs together as you vocalised.

"embarrassed?" jeonghan asked, chuckling darkly when you nodded lightly. he spat in your mouth anyways. "don't let me make it to one next time."

you heard a groan behind you as you swallowed, then gasped when jeonghan's free hand found your ass, pulling you against him. he kissed you, and you had almost forgotten how his lips felt against yours, how his nimble tongue brushed against the back of your teeth in a way that made your knees wobble on the edge of the bed.

"i want him to ruin you," he muttered against your lips, grip tight on your jaw. "i want to see you fucked out on his fat cock, choking on my cum."

you nodded fervently, and felt the bed shift as seokmin sat up behind you. jeonghan smiled as he let you go, and you quickly backed up against the younger, gasping when his cock slipped between your thighs and his fingers pinched at your nipples, kneading your breasts tightly.

"fuck, she's incredible," he said, against your neck, and you couldn't help the sustained whine you let out. "i can't believe you never told me, han."

he chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "i knew she'd like you too much. but you'll always call me, right, sweetheart?"

you whined again, watching as jeonghan gently kneed onto the bed, just to brush his lips against yours.

"answer me."

you quivered, grinding down on seokmin's cock and feeling his lips on your neck, but still focusing on the face before you. "yes, daddy."

he smiled, placing a gentle kiss on your nose before backing up again. "hands and knees. give us a minute, okay, minnie?"

the younger nodded, but groaned when you dropped forward, watching the way his cock fit snugly between your thighs. "tell me when."

you stared up at jeonghan as he put a hand on his cock, another in your hair, and slowly guided himself towards your lips. you puckered your lips to meet him, then opened your mouth and rolled out your tongue, lapping at the tip of his cock, tongue gliding under it as you desperately tried to suck him into your waiting mouth.

"oh sweetheart," he said, watching you with hooded lids. "you really want this, don't you?"

you whined, pushing back against seokmin, making his breath hitch. jeonghan finally pushed his hips forward, fucking once into your wet mouth, and you moaned on his cock as it hit the back of your throat. seokmin couldn't help but buck into your thighs, slightly desperate for friction as he watched you drip all over him. he tested his voice once, then quietly asked if he could finger you.

you moaned again, and jeonghan smiled as he fucked your mouth. "sounds like she wants it."

you let out a muffled whine when seokmin slotted two fingers into your pussy, your mouth too full to properly vocalise how good it felt. when he added another finger, you almost collapsed, and likely would have if jeonghan hadn't been holding you up by your hair.

"fuck her," he commanded, holding you on his cock and watching the way you looked up at him as you realized what that meant.

seokmin pulled his fingers out of you and placed himself at your entrance in their stead, sinking into you slowly. your eyes rolled back, drool dripping from either side of jeonghan's cock as seokmin filled you out.

"fuck," he said, gripping your hips and trying to stop himself from pushing all the way in. "fuck, you're so wet."

you let out another muffled noise, pushing back onto him as he choked. jeonghan watched the tears well up in your eyes, mouth stretched around his cock.

"angel," he paused, pulling from you slightly. "are we still green?"

you nodded, rolling your tongue around him to prove it. he smiled at you, then quietly told seokmin to fuck you full.

and he did. you whined and babbled, every thrust of seokmin's hips pushing you onto jeonghan's cock until he hit your throat. you didn't know how long it continued. you heard a honey voice you were familiar with, but you couldn't tell if the teasing words were directed towards you or the man behind you. you couldn't even register fully what was happening when you felt fingers circling your clit, and you wailed as you came, thighs quaking and throat full.

"oh, fuck, i'm gonna cum," seokmin said quickly. he gasped. "fuck, can i cum?"

jeonghan grinned, one eye closing more than the other as he huffed, feeling close to his own release. "fill her up."

seokmin jerked into you three more times before he steadied his hips and let out a deep, melodic groan, buried deep in you as his cum leaked out around his thick cock. you were still moaning, unsure if you could ever stop making noises, but quickly pulled yourself together as jeonghan came down your throat.

you choked once, but swallowed around him, and he gripped his fingers against your scalp as you did. when he finally removed himself from your mouth, you panted and collapsed onto the bed, unable to catch your breath with seokmin still hilt deep in you.

"what a perfect girl," jeonghan muttered, brushing his damp hair off his forehead, gazing down at you. "smart, funny, and an angel in bed. and you-" he said, smirking at seokmin when he finally lifted his head from your spine, even if it was only for a moment. "you surprised me. if you're down, i'd like to do this again."

he tried to catch his breath, but couldn't help the way his hips involuntarily pushed into yours, fucking his cum deeper into you. he just nodded against your spine as you moaned, feeling his cum drip down your thighs.

jeonghan tsked. "you got your hair dye all over my white sheets."

#HAHAHAHHA #im on fire #im literally on fire #i wrote this all in one go and i am on fire #ok but like can you imagine a seokhan sandwich for real #theyre both so hot #for like completely different reasons #okay anyways #i have to go eat something its literally 4pm and i havent gotten out of bed #happy halloween!! lol #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen scenarios #yoon jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan scenarios #lee seokmin imagines #lee seokmin smut #lee seokmin scenarios #lets go heathens! #i wrote dis #hannie #sunshine #poly seokhan au

[pirouettefrappelatte]

Away From Home Reaction

Just finished watching Louis’ concert/documentary all the way through for the first time...

I have no words. He was so freaking amazing and is always so beautiful.

His relationship with Helene is so pure. I wanted to cry. She goes above and beyond at her job as vocal coach. She is his biggest backer. She builds him up so much and I love her for that.  

His band was AWESOME! They absolutely killed it. The drummer was smashing it. Bless him, he must've been so tired haha

Charlie did an amazing job with the photography. Every second was beautiful. That being said, however, I kind of wish they had shown some of the guys in the audience a bit more. Yes, they were included in the farther away shots and there was a wonderful moment where they showed two guys singing along to Habit. I just wish the male fanbase had been showcased a bit more on camera.

Louis is so sweet with his grandparents. I wouldn’t expect anything less from him. It was so cute to see them together.

I died laughing when Louis thought we had only heard COACOAC once. I was like “Honey, you need to stop having such low expectations of us.” And that also goes for his constant bewilderment of how crazy we are. I hope he knows and feels how much we love him.

I’m so freaking proud of him. His voice really was the best it’s ever been. Helene was not kidding (I wouldn’t expect her to be lol). You could hear it so clearly how some of the songs he sang for Live From London where he might’ve been straining for high notes this time they were a breeze for him. It was almost too easy for him to hit those notes. I have always loved and appreciated his voice but at this concert he was on another. freaking. level!

Also, he dropped the f-bomb a bajillion times. We love our dirty mouthed boy😂

ALL HAIL THE KING

#I love him so much #precious baby #king louis #he SLAYED all the haters #away from home festival #louis tomlinson #my baby #my post

[sunnypogue]

hockey!jj: the origin story (feat. hockey!rafe)

rafe isn’t the only obx boy that plays hockey.

a couple weeks ago, @oopmyheartwent-obx​ & i created hockey!jj - loosely based on rat king/elite shit-talker, travis konecny. 

this is his origin story.

(major, MAJOR shout out to my lady @oopmyheartwent-obx​ for compiling all of our insane notes, creating a google doc & carrying the team on her back for this lil headcanon - we’ll be posting additional hockey!jj/coho!rafe stuff to both blogs, so keep an eye out for a masterlist in the near future!)

warnings: cursing, fighting.

It started when JJ was nine

John B had come sprinting home to the chateau, an hour after he normally got home from school, two hockey sticks tucked under his arm

“Look what I found! Lost and found!”

The boys immediately took to the street, swinging them around like maniacs, trying to hit an old tennis ball as far as they could

JJ had a particularly hard shot - he nailed a car, denting the door

Needless to say, he was hooked.

JJ became a bit notorious for terrorizing the streets of the outer banks, playing street hockey from sunup to sun down, recruiting anyone and everyone to play

Most of the kids on the cut didn’t get hockey, considering it a kook sport & opting to spend their summers surfing instead

Why play a game on ice when they lived on the beach?

So JJ found himself (begrudgingly) playing with kooks, taking solace in the fact that he was significantly better than most of them 

Blatantly ignoring the fact that most of them were more focused on lacrosse anyway

And that’s how Ward Cameron found him

Rafe also played hockey, had been playing for several years in a travel league, and he was pretty good despite constantly carrying the weight of his dad’s expectations

Rafe and JJ rarely crossed paths - Rafe was vocally “above street hockey,” opting to travel to the mainland for his reserved ice time (along with his regular team practices)

JJ was better though - it was like hockey came naturally to him, and Ward saw the opportunity to capitalize on his skill

JJ was wary at first - because what the fuck did Ward Cameron want to do with a 10 year old pogue like himself?

But then Ward promised him an opportunity to play actual ice hockey - and how could JJ say no?

An escape from his shitty home life and the opportunity to finally play with some talent sounded like heaven to young JJ

Ward took JJ under his wing 

Signed him up for the local team, bought him skates, new gear, and made sure he was able to be at every practice

Made sure he had the tutors and the resources necessary to clean up his grades for future college possibilities

JJ was immediately recognized as “raw talent” - he lasted on the peewee squad for exactly one week, before being moved up to the travel bantam team, making him the lone 10 year old on a U14 team 

Which also meant he was teammates with Rafe

Carpool buddies!

Rafe simultaneously loved and hated it. It took some of the pressure off of him as his dad’s attention shifted 

But he also craved his dad’s attention and approval - which he was no longer getting with JJ in the picture

Conversation at the Cameron dinner table often consisted of “JJ’s latest achievement on the ice,” with Ward rattling off stats like a rinkside reporter.

“He’s leading the team in points, despite missing two games - I think the next kid is like, 13 points behind him.”

Rafe would roll his eyes, stabbing at whatever vegetable was left on his plate, “I’m the next kid, dad.”

He wanted to make the point that he was a defender and JJ was a forward, but he knew his dad wouldn’t care. 

He was right.

Ward would wave a dismissive hand, continuing his praise for JJ

“Kid’s so chippy, makes up for his huge size disadvantage”

This one especially hurt Rafe, who was one of the biggest guys on the team

“I’ve never seen anything like his playmaking ability, no one else on the team even comes close to his vision”

Ward essentially became JJ’s foster-hockey dad, convinced this scrawny kid from the cut would Make It Big

JJ never had to pay a dime - travel & league fees completely covered, the latest gear waiting for him in the Cameron’s foyer before practice (after JJ would bike 8 miles from the cut before sunrise to make it on time for carpool)

When recruits started knocking? Ward was advocating for JJ (a sophomore), meeting with coaches from UND, Wisconsin, BU, BC - the big ones.

Ward helped him put together highlight footage - “It’s like a portfolio, son, so they can see what you can really do.”

Fielding calls from NTDP (which JJ was wary about, because...leaving the outer banks? In the middle of high school? - terrifying.)

Meanwhile, Rafe (a senior) was attempting to lock down his SINGULAR offer from Huntsville, and trying (but failing) to swallow any jealousy/animosity he had towards JJ and his dad.

Of course, JJ and Rafe’s teammates were Very Aware of the weird dynamic the OBX boys had - they would occasionally chirp JJ for his “sugar daddy,” chirp Rafe about playing with his “stepbrother”

Rafe & JJ would go along with it, internalizing any frustration, offering up some half assed comebacks in response

They both wanted out of the outer banks, if keeping their heads down and getting along was the way to do it - so be it.

But you know - boys.

One practice - late June, days before Rafe was supposed to head down to Huntsville to report for summer conditioning - one of their teammates made a particularly nasty comment

Spouting something about Rafe leaving, meaning Ward was finally able to put all of his time into his actual prodigal son: JJ.

Rafe saw red - he was on top of the guy in a matter of seconds, shoving him to the ice as he tried to rip his helmet off

All the years of frustration, of feeling second best in his own dad’s eyes, surged forward, and Rafe couldn’t stop it

JJ was the first to the scrap, trying to pull Rafe off of their teammate before any real physical damage could be done, yelling at him to “calm the fuck down!”

Rafe knew getting the reputation of the hothead who’d fight his teammates looked bad to the coaches, but he didn’t want to hear it - especially from JJ, who’d essentially ruined his life

Rafe shook him off - “Don’t fucking touch me, you wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me, still playing street hockey with your dirty pogue friends on the cut.”

JJ flew back, face bright red from Rafe’s sharp comment - he fired back before he could think - “Whatever, you fucking loser. Have fun slumming it in Huntsville.”

Rafe glanced up, gritting his teeth as he chucked his glove in JJ’s direction, before skating towards him and shoving him over with his stick. He towered over JJ, sweaty hair dangling onto his forehead as he hissed - “Keep trying to pretend to be someone you’re not - we all know you don’t belong here.” 

Rafe threw his other glove at him, nailing JJ in the chest, before standing up straight, slicking his hair back with one hand -

“Fucking leech.”

#jj maybank #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #outer banks fic #jj maybank fic #rafe cameron fic #drew starkey #rudy pankow #outer banks imagine #coho!rafe #hockey!jj #hockey!rafe #obx fic

[forhereyesonlyyy]

gfriend as your staff team! // gfriend. // scenario.

author's note: i should make a tradition where i do something for the whole group first before going into the individual stuff 🤔 idk how these things work so i kinda just winged it, please bear with me 😭 i hope you guys still enjoy it! 🥰

Sowon:

• manager kim sojung! 😳

• she's actually more of a bodyguard than the actual bodyguard.

• seemed very uptight and strict at first glance but she actually lets you do whatever you want as long as you don't get yourself hurt.

• blew up among your fans and trended in the media because she's so pretty.

• never hesitates to throw dirty looks towards people that push you around in public spaces.

• never afraid to talk back to those who hate on you for no reason. it doesn't matter if she was showing unpleasant behavior to everyone else, sojung will protect you no matter what.

• you refer to her as "manager kim" but as the two of you got closer, sojung was comfortable enough to ask you to call her by her first name 💓

• since the two of you hang out so much, there were multiple dating rumors that popped up in the media. surprisingly enough, mostly everybody was rooting for the two of you and they were disappointed when you denied the claims.

• sojung tries very hard to keep up with your, and the rest of the team's, energy and often finds herself in situations where she gets dragged in your ridiculous antics. one of them being unnecessarily goofy during live streams.

• she genuinely wants you to make it big in the industry, nothing would make her happier.

Yerin:

• jung yerin, your proud bodyguard and self-proclaimed 'arm candy'.

• so, before everything, yerin was your best friend since high school and she promised that she would go wherever you go. at first, you didn't think much of it because you were young and it was probably going to change once yerin finds something she wants to do, but nope! up until this day, she's still right there beside you 🥺

• may or may not have accidentally confessed that she had a huge crush on you for the longest time during the night you got your first award where your team celebrated by drinking.

• she always keeps you close to her at all times. sometimes out of habit, sometimes because it was literally her job.

• she's the most popular with your fans since she treats them so well, but of course she isn't always nice. yerin may not look like it, but she's perceptive so she's the first one who knows that some certain kind of 'fans' are being weird and gets super protective of you. going as far as to threaten those to act 'strange' around you.

• yerin and sojung are polar opposites, so it didn't surprise you when yerin showed signs of hostility towards your manager when they first met. but because of you, they got along well and now they drink soju every now and then, gossiping about you.

• other than sojung, your close relationship with yerin had people thinking that there was something between the two of you. but you were quick to deny that, saying that the two of you are only close friends.

• yerin doesn't mind that you don't reciprocate her feelings, she was more than satisfied by being beside you as you were living your dream of being a performer.

• she really is your biggest fan.

Eunha:

• your hair and makeup artist, eunha!

• a flirt through and through. when you first met her, she did not hesitate to throw a suggestive wink your way. did she know that she was going to be working with you? probably, but of course that didn't stop her.

• some would probably call it unprofessional to hit on your coworker, but you didn't mind it. in fact, the compliments she tells you out of the blue are some real confidence boosters, especially when you're about to perform in a big event.

• there's a new pickup line everyday! eunha smiles the brightest when you laugh at her little antics.

• even when you're in a bad mood, she always manages to crack a small smile in your face.

• "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

• "i'm from hell."

• "...well that explains why you're so hot."

• yerin was wary of her at first, but you assured her that eunha did not have feelings for you and that eunha is like that with everyone. eventually, yerin warmed up to her and now they flirt with you together.

• kissed you once when she was doing your makeup because she couldn't help it. it didn't mean anything, but eunha was one blushing mess that time.

• one day, you forgot something from the change room a few minutes before your performance at a show and you heard eunha singing her heart out to one of your songs. you made sure to give it your all at your performance that day to make your second biggest fan proud!

Yuju:

• your beloved vocal coach, choi yuju!

• she's like your second best friend (don't tell yerin). every lesson with her is like a casual hang-out with a classmate, sometimes it doesn't even feel like she's an actual professional because she's just that chill.

• can get pretty serious but at the end of the day, yuju just wants you to enjoy singing and not take it too seriously.

• along with yerin and eunha, yuju is also a big fan of your music! she often goes to instagram and promotes your songs to her followers and is always eager to gush about you with other fans.

• sometimes she helps you write lyrics for your songs and that's when she really gets serious.

• the last thirty minutes of your lessons turn into a messy karaoke battle that mostly end with you nearly dying of laughter because of yuju.

• she makes sure to guide you well while you're in the studio and she always compliments your singing to keep you in a happy mood!

• your instagram story is really just filled with you and yuju doing whatever during ungodly hours. sojung scolds both of you a lot, but knows that she can't fight it since the two of you will probably force her to join your late night adventures anyway.

• remember those karaoke battles? yeah, half of those aren't always intense and chaotic. as soon as a slow song plays, yuju starts singing with her whole heart and you have to admit that you've never been so attracted to someone's voice until you heard hers. maybe there was something more to that, but you were too afraid to look deep into it.

• pretty much everyone notices the obvious sparks between the two of you except, well, you and her.

• you never told yuju, or anyone, but one of your mellow and heart-fluttering songs was about her.

SinB:

• your wonderful dance teacher and choreographer, hwang sinb!

• just like sojung, sinb intimidated you a lot when you first met but then all of your first impression of her vanished when you found out how kind and genuine sinb really was.

• well, except when she's teaching you a new choreography. she's a real demon.

• sinb bullied you a little into the start of your career just to see if you have any fire inside of you but unfortunately for her, you kept your cool and remained level-headed despite the rigorous routines she put you through. when she saw that you were genuinely passionate about doing well, she grew fond of you.

• details are everything to sinb, so it warms her heart whenever you listen to every word she says and does every little thing she does.

• when she isn't being one hell of a dance teacher, she's a huge dork who always has lots of energy to spare.

• the main reason why your instagram posts are so pretty is because sinb is the one who takes the photos for you. you admit that your heart does jump when she tells you how pretty you are when you're posing for her.

• sinb also listens well to your comments about her choreography, and a part of her feels proud whenever you include subtle changes in your dance.

• when you struggle with a certain move, sinb makes sure to guide you through it step by step and that included close contact. something you dreaded but also looked forward to every time you step inside the practice room.

• there always seemed to be tension between the two of you when you're close, but neither of you acted on it.

• sometimes sinb would joke about it though, much to your dismay.

• "oooh you want to kiss me so bad."

• sometimes you clap back and render her speechless for the remaining of the day.

• "what if i do?"

• "...w-well. i mean, go ahead. not that i want you to! i just mean that... that i wouldn't mind— oh, screw you, (y/n)!"

Umji:

• your adorable and incredibly wise fashion stylist, kim yewon!

• she was shy around you at first, and vice versa. now, you aren't usually one to be so easily flustered but yewon was just too cute to you.

• even when you've spent quite some time around her, yewon still gets shy whenever she gets close to you to get your measurements and such. you tease her about it sometimes and she playfully hits you, cutely telling you to knock it off before she gets to work.

• yewon always makes sure to get your input. the most you've probably heard her talk is when you're trying out whatever she made for the first time, asking if it was too bombastic or too safe, or if it felt nice or not.

• she wants you to be as comfortable as you can be on stage, and for that you are thankful.

• yewon can be a bit too harsh on herself. you often hear her muttering criticisms while she's taking notes. you always tell her that the outfit was fine and that it felt nice wearing it, but apparently those are not always the issue for her.

• she was afraid of you having a wardrobe malfunction on stage so she takes her time with her designs.

• you know it was part of her job, but your stomach spin a lot when she's adjusting some things in the outfit while you were wearing it because yewon was just so cute and her face when she's concentrated was quite... attractive.

• sinb likes to intensify the tension between the two of you. she 'accidentally' bumps into yewon and have her lean on to you for support and then she apologizes with the most unconvincing tone ever while she walks away with a grin. and you're left with your flustered stylist who suddenly cannot function properly due to the close contact.

• you never miss the way yewon stares at you for too long most of the time. it didn't matter if she was studying your features and proportions or if she was just simply checking you out, no matter what, you would always catch her eyes on you.

• when she realizes that she has been caught, yewon becomes a complete mess. she either drops everything and literally runs out of the room or make up a dumb excuse to save herself. either way, it was adorable and your heart warms up every time yewon shyly smiles at you.

• "i might melt into a puddle if you keep staring at me like that, yewonnie."

• "i wasn't s-staring you..."

• "oh? were you looking at our dear manager then? i didn't know you were into older girls!"

• "no! i'm definitely into you!"

• "...?"

• "i will see myself out, thank you."

#girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #girl group reactions #girl group oneshots #gfriend imagines #gfriend oneshots #gfriend scenarios #gfriend reactions #sowon x reader #yerin x reader #eunha x reader #yuju x reader #sinb x reader #umji x reader #gfriend x reader #girl group x reader #sowon imagines #yerin imagines #eunha imagines #yuju imagines #sinb imagines #umji imagines

[poison--ivory]

Haikyuu!! Virus Au(Random/Reader) Part 2

        Warning: Blood, gore, subtle mention of character death

                 Virus au! Part 1

                                     Tendou felt like absolute shit. 

His feet dragged across the school’s now dirty floor. A bright orange and purplish hue crystalized the walls nearly blinding his field of vision. Warm wind blew in between the nailed up boards. The glass broke a while ago from an incident a few days back involving a second year jumping from the third floor hallway. 

Ever since the outbreak his attitude regressed back to his childhood demeanor. He puts on an act for the rest of the team’s first years. But, distancing himself emotionally from the rest of the team. Ushijima could read him like a book on some days, but Semi and Reon could tell exactly what was going on in his head with each fake smile. 

The school went on lockdown a while back. Whoever was in the school stayed in the school. Which in turn left a lot of students stuck within the walls of the private school. The volleyball team stayed overtime that day and so did some other students that didn’t want to go home early and stayed cooped up in their dorm rooms. 

At the time we didn’t know about the disease. The only indication of the world changing were the warning sirens that Japan uses for missiles firing. So, we all thought another bombing was going to happen in Japan.

Coach Washijo was called down to the teachers lounge and before he went gave Ushijima instructions and a key to the bunker of the school. It wasn’t until much later that they rounded up all the students into the gymnasium. As we were guided to the gym, Tendou took quick notice of the boarded up gate. What used to be the plain metal bar gate was now being boarded up with planks of plywood.

What was even stranger was the bleak silence. Not a single sound came to Tendou ears, usually the noise of birds singing and cars driving nearby would be heard. He just chalked it up to the sirens blaring that silenced the animals and most people would already be inside if the warning sirens went off.

As we were piled in the gym our principal stood on the stage, his intense gaze loomed down over all of us. Some of the teachers were already on break until April and most stayed behind for the time being in preparation for the next year. The ones that did stay were only a few, most of them being the honors class teachers and the exception of Coach Washijo.

If Tendou didn’t already feel anxious he did now. He remembered the air getting thicker and the slow realization of his paradise falling further from his fingertips.

The door to the class 3-2 opened and a brown haired girl slumped out the doorway, her hair a matted mess and her clothes at this point are just rags. Her crestfallen face was something to be depressed about. She slumped off down the hall, leisurely being drawn over by the darkness. The next person to come out was a breath of fresh air. Goshiki popped his head out into the hallway and gave Tendou a small smile, before ushering him in. The faint smell of medical supplies and the musky smell of the half washed invaded his nasal passage.

Dread filled his body as he noticed how many of his old schoolmates layed stiff and sickly on the makeshift beds. Desks were pushed together to make new beds once the nurse's beds in the clinic ran out. He could make out some familiar faces here and there, faces all a little pale and dark under the eyes. However, some of them on closer examination had sunken in cheeks, greyish skin and a strong pungent odor emanating from specific bodies he passed. 

Stopping in his tracks Tendou glanced down at the dark haired ginger. Dark brown eyes soulless starred as they gazed at the white ceiling. Chunks of hair fell off in clumps littering the floor with red splotches and slowly gathering pools of blood underneath the lumps of torn flesh. Flies quickly gathered on the discarded meat. A brave soul walked over and tossed the lumps into a garbage bag and quickly moved on to do the same to other large heaps that lay slumped on the floor.

Tendou groaned and pulled the mask that laid on his chest up to his face, the smell only dimmed it. It was still present but not as bad now. Goshiki led him deeper into the classroom, the smell seemed to grow fainter with each step. 

Tendou knew what he was going to see however he brushed it off as he took another glance around the room. His eyes watered, the smell really is getting to him.

Goshiki slid the curtain open to reveal a certain third year student. “We’re here, Tendou. Please, don’t make too much noise, we just got him to calm down. He’s been convulsing since last night and we finally managed to tranquilize him.” 

“Tranquilize?” He questioned.

Goshiki nodded, “We had to. He bit two of the people we had come to give him medicine and he just kept screaming and kicking people.”

“Wakatoshi didn’t tell me that.”

“Coach told us not to bother you with this. That you didn’t need to be affected any further, he’s been worried about you Tendou.”

“He doesn't need to be. I’m fine.”

Goshiki gave a brisk nod back and walked out of sight. Taking his seat he stared down at the young man.

The body of Semi, Eita laid on his back. His once lively eyes are now cast over by a grey screen, kind of like a dead fish. 

He would like to think that maybe it was his fault Semi got hurt, but no he can’t really blame himself. Semi and him both decide to split up to repair the school wall. While he worked on the wreck Semi jumped on the car and over the wall. Him and a few other students pulled on the hunk of metal as Tendou and a few others pushed the car out. Apparently there was a survivor underneath the car and Semi with another student tried pulling him out. He didn’t know what happened afterward, all he heard were the others rushing Semi back over the gate.

“Hey, there Semisemi.” He tried to make a smile pull at the corner of his lips, but failed. “I really hope you’re getting better.” 

No answer.

Tendou put a shaking hand down on top of the old pinch server’s chest. The steady heartbeat of Eita softly battered against his palm.

Thump

Thump

Thump

 “I don’t know what to say. . .sorry I was never great at vocalizing my emotions.” The sunken cheeks of his friend looked surreal and Semi’s shallow breathing made him feel anxious. Dried lips, chapped from hours without moisture. “You're really green in the face, Semisemi. Did you eat today? I’m pretty sure I have some umaibo in my dorm room. It's probably stale, but still sort of edible.” 

Thump

Thump

Thump

“Maybe when all of this is over we can all go to a karaoke room together, play a couple rounds of volleyball like old times sake.” Tendou started to spout about all the good times they had together. The weeks before felt like a lifetime. He’s seen students go mad over the isolation, grow depressed from the loss of loved ones and everything in between. 

Thump

Thump

Thump

His mind aimlessly wondered to his family. His mother is probably the only family member he cares about. His father left them at a very young age. Tendou’s mom never spoke ill of the man even when she heard he was getting remarried last year. She’s a kind soul, and Tendou could clearly tell he didn’t inherit his mother’s benevolence. The patience she had could rival that of a Siberian tiger.

Soft moaning came from the bed ridden teen. Tendou’s heart skipped a beat and a soft grin formed on his lips. Low gurgles sounded from the back of his throat and Tendou panicked. He quickly moved Semi over onto his side and swiftly scooted his body away from the bile escaping his mouth. Coating the floor in a thick black paste.

. . . 

. . .

. . .

Something is very wrong.

Why is his vomit black? And when did his heart stop beating? It was fine earlier and Semi was just breathing pretty average. So, why is he still breathing if his heart stopped?

Before Tendou could yell for help, his body was violently yanked. Semi’s once feeble hand was now forcibly dragging Satori. He was pulled towards the bed and in a blur of fight or flight he chose to flee. Tendou maneuvered his right arm behind himself to grab a hold of Semi’s hand. It was cold and felt like plastic. He tried to wrestle Semi’s strong grasp off his shoulder yet to no avail couldn’t free himself. He wiggled back and forth, even placing his feet on Semi’s chest and was able to give some distance between one another. However, it was short lived as the being that used to be Semi seemed to gain a small power boost and was able to dig his fingers into Tendou’s jacket. Tendou thrusted his right leg out and pressed it against the wall. A loud thwack resonated in the classroom as he fell against the hard tile floor.

Steamy expiration landed near his neck, the smell just alone made him gag. Tears built up in his eyes and before he knew it his old friend’s mouth fell open. He’s gonna kill me.

Tendou’s mind went into a flurry of rushed thoughts. He could just feel the piercing of his flesh being torn open. Out of instinct he swung his arm back and his elbow made contact with a solid object. Semi fell off him again, his body sliding across the ground, and tearing down the heavyweight curtain.

Students slowly walked towards the disturbance happening in the back. Three students seized Semi and pinned him on his stomach before lifting him up forcibly dragging him out the room. Some of the others asked Tendou if he was alright, but all Tendou could do was stare in fixation at Semi’s now pink eyes.

#tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu au #Haikyuu zombie au #virus au #tendou pov

[maybeacrowdedmind]

My Top Seven Favorite Musical Moments In Shows That Aren't Musically Driven* and why (in no particular order)**

*By not musically driven I mean shows that do not have plots driven by music (i.e. Glee, Smash, etc. etc.)

**I know I said top seven, but I just mean out of the many I have seen, these seven are the ones I like the most.

Note: None of the images used are mine; they belong to various internet gods.

#1

Legacies Season 1 Episode 11: We're Gonna Need a Spotlight

Kaleb and the Vampire faction singing "Feeling Good" by Nina Simone at the Salvatore School talent show.

While the entirety of the talent show was amazing (Kaylee Bryant's singing voice, Raf's slightly awkward yet still appropriately dramatic poetry), it was Kaleb and the vampires who stole the show. Chris Lee has an incredible voice and his rendition of Nina Simone's "Feeling Good" was stunning, both visually and vocally. I'm also a great lover of epic dance moves, so it was no contest.

#2

Gilmore Girls Season 7 Episode 20: Lorelai? Lorelai?

Lorelai singing "I Will Always Love You" by Dolly Parton originally (Whitney Houston covered) at Stars Hollow karaoke to Luke, despite beginning the song as a dedication to Rory.

Lorelai and Luke may be broken up, but Lorelai's beautiful (and slightly alcohol-fueled) version of Dolly Parton's kind of cheesy yet nonetheless tender "if you love someone, set them free" ballad that was later made into an iconic cover by Whitney Houston was proof that they'd never really be over. Sure, she says she's singing it to Rory, but the moment Luke walks in and they lock eyes, everyone knows. Lauren Graham also has a good voice, and the emotion that comes through is so real, a cheesy karaoke moment becomes a heartfelt cheesy karaoke moment.

#3

Everything's Gonna Be Okay Season 1 Episode 5: West African Giant Black Millipedes

Nicholas doing a drag queen routine to Thelma Houston's disco hit "Don't Leave Me This Way" for Alex and his friends.

Okay, so I love this scene so much, because not only is it done to an incredibly fun song, it also showcases Nicholas doing something so utterly entertaining for Alex and a bunch of people he was nervous about meeting. The fact that just a few days before watching this episode I had watched an episode of Ru Paul's Drag Race where two queens had to lip sync for their lives to the very same song made the scene that much more enjoyable to watch. Nicholas looks amazing, his dance moves are to die for, and his lip syncing game is strong. I also appreciated the fact that when he did this scene, Josh Thomas committed to it. The scene is done in full, not going for a bit and then fading out before we get to see the end. Also, I know that Nicholas isn't technically singing, but it still totally counts.

#4

The Magicians Season 1 Episode 4: The World in the Walls

Quentin starting up a group sing-along to Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off" to get Penny's attention in the mental hospital while under Julia and Marina's spell.

I just started watching this show after having read the first two books, and this scene was HILARIOUS! I loved that the show used a random interaction between Quentin and Penny from a previous episode and turned it into something more because usually shows ignore one-off interactions between characters. Also, Quentin singing off-key at the top of his lungs with everyone else joining in and dancing while Penny suddenly hears it in the real world was so funny and a huge break in an otherwise extremely dramatic and rather dark episode.

#5

Skam Season 2 Episode 3: Er det noe du skjuler for oss? (Are You Hiding Someone From Us?)

Noora singing Extreme's "More Than Words" on William's guitar, initially doing so to make fun of him, but quickly turning into a super sweet and romantic moment between the two.

Skam is another show I started watching recently, and Noora quickly became one of my favorite characters. Now, I'll admit, I wasn't too fond of the idea of William and Noora at first, but this scene changed my mind immediately. I'm also very into the whole "enemies to lovers" thing these two have with one another. All of the songs Noora sings in this scene are good, but "More Than Words" is the one where you really begin to see that William's feelings for Noora are not as one-sided as she says they are. Josefine Frida Petterson, who plays Noora, has an absolutely beautiful voice, and the vocalization and soft musicality throughout are stunning. This is one of my favorite scenes in this show to date, and everything about it was perfect.

#6

New Girl Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot

Coach, Schmidt, and Nick singing "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life" by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes from Dirty Dancing to Jess, who eventually joins in, after her date stands her up.

Poor Jess had just broken up with her boyfriend, moved into an apartment with three guys who have little to know emotional know-how when it comes to women, and had her first date since her breakup stand her up at a fancy restaurant. The situation was made worse by the fact that she was told to give up her table. When the boys showed up and claimed to be her boyfriends, it was sweet, but the moment they began singing "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life", they showed that they really did care about her. What makes this scene so funny is the fact that Nick (who begins it) and Coach (who joins in after Nick elbows him) don't really know the words, they're both singing different parts in different tunes at different volumes, and then Schmidt (who initially says he's not singing), comes out of nowhere belting the song with the correct words and tune. Then Jess joins in and they have a great time until the restaurant makes them leave. They head back to the apartment, watch Dirty Dancing, and show that any problem can be solved with good friends and 80s movies.

#7

Angel Season 2 Episode 11: Redefinition

Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn sing "We Are The Champions" by Queen at Caritas after Angel fires them.

Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn had just been fired by Angel so he could kill Darla and Drusilla without their interference and the trio was at a loss for what to do next. Angel Investigations was disbanded, and none of them had any clue what to do about it. Their solution? Terribly sing Queen's "We Are The Champions" at Lorne's bar Caritas and drown their sorrows. While an extremely short scene, Cordy, Wes, and Gunn's reaction to being fired was super relatable, and you can never go wrong with Queen. They also have three very different personalities; Cordelia is snarky, has a lot of wit, and tends to be rather superficial, but she has so much heart beneath the surface, Wesley is a stuffy English professor type, and being a former Watcher means he couldn't be hip and cool if he tried, and Gunn is a hardened vampire hunter with a strong resolution and loyal to the core, who was still relatively new to the group when Angel gave them the boot. As such, seeing them all be together with arms around shoulders singing their hearts out was immensely fun to see.

Honorable Mentions:

Legacies: Alaric singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" terribly off-key before Kaleb and Cleo swooped in and saved the day with their improvised song.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Giles Singing "Free Bird" while playing his guitar in his home.

How I Met Your Mother: Lily and Marshall singing "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" at karaoke, effectively making up after Marshall accepts a corporate job rather than one that fits his morals.

#musical moments #top number of #legacies #kaleb hawkins #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #everything's gonna be okay #nicholas moss #the magicians #quentin coldwater #skam #noora saetre #new girl #jess day #nick miller #schmidt #coach #angel the series #cordelia chase #wesley wyndam pryce #charles gunn

[kimnjss]

sugarfree!seokjin | a-z

⤑  series: sugar free

⤑ genre: smut, richboi!jin x artist!reader, college au

⤑ rating: explicit. // nd unedited.

⤑ warnings: smut talk... (mentions of) oral sex (f/m. receiving), penetrative sex, blowjobs, public sex...

⤑ A/N: this ended sooo quickly :/ im highkey thinking abt turning this into something bigger, bc im gonna miss richboi!jin .

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

Jin is very good at taking care of you after sex. Always made sure to check if you were feeling alright, and ready to go and get you some water if need be. A bit tired himself,he'd ignore it until he was sure you were good.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

His favorite body part on you would definitely have to be your hands. They were so much smaller than his and he found that extremely cute. Jin liked the way you kept your nails painted and how big his cock looked grasped your small palm.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

Jin is not into getting real messy when it comes to sex. No messier than needed. Also the head advocate of safe sex, meant a condom was always used no matter what. Hardly ever came when you were sucking him off, wanting to save it for when he actually got to fuck you and was able to fill the condom.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

He really likes dressing you up in all these expensive outfits just to tear them off of you. Jin really liked the way imported silk looked against your skin and he wasn't one to hold back when he had the urge to spend. Dressing you up was a favorite of his.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

Jin is no more experienced than you, even if he's slept with a bit more people than you have. You were no prude and you knew your stuff, so there was no lull in your sex life when it was finally starting.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

In liking to keep it simple, Jin usually went for the traditional missionary position or on occasion he'd have you on top. Either one out of those two were his favorite, it didn't matter really as long as he was able to see your face.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

Very serious during sex, only because he knows that you take it seriously. That's not to say that he's boring, but he is just cautious with what he says and how he acts making sure that he doesn't say or do anything that might rub you the wrong way convincing you to stop the entire ordeal.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

Jin like to keep everything prim and proper and that included his pubic hair. Went for regular waxes the same day he was getting his toes and nails clipped. He believed it was a big part of personal hygiene. Of course, he wanted the best for you – so as the two of you became more comfortable with each other, he was scheduling appointments for you too; where you'd have your nails done along with all the hair on your body.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

Romantic whenever he was getting really into it. Jin knew how you felt about big gestures, how you tended to appreciate the little things more, but that didn't stop him from trying to wow you. It didn't happen often, but when he was feeling a certain swell in his heart for you – he would be quick to call to put something together that he know would make you roll your eyes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Jin didn't mind getting himself off, did it as much as he could. He considered it as an act of self care rather than something sexual. It was a good bit of alone time for him, so he didn't see the need to bug you about it.

K = Kink (one ore more of his kinks):

Public sex. Of all the nice places Jin has taken you in the time that the two of you have been together, he can never keep himself from wondering if you'd let him fuck you right where you were. Relationship still fresh, he's too nervous to ask... little did he know you'd be more than willing to consider the idea.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Aside from being ready to be with you, wherever and whenever – Jin found himself really enjoying fucking you in hotel rooms. It must come from the feeling of being away from home, a mini vacation taken no matter how close you both were to your houses. A hotel room was just different for him.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

Seeing you dressed up for him. Jin was always showering you with new clothes, shoes, accessories and to your understanding it was because he had no idea what impulse control was – needing to throw his money around with each step he took. In reality, though, he really really enjoyed the way expensive looked on you.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

Bondage. He liked to be able to touch you and found the restraints very uncomfortable. Jin would have to put a lot of thought into the situation if you were asking for him to tie you up... would try to brush it off as a joke, not fully taking it into consideration until he was sure it was something you really wanted.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Giving. Jin really liked the sounds you made when you were about to cum and one way he was sure would ensure your whiny moans was if he had his head between your legs. He also loved the way you were always taking to wrapping your legs around his head, holding him close to you.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

Slow and sensual. Jin believed in cherishing all the time he had with you, so he wanted to take his time during. A lot of whispered admiration, and longing gazes occurred while he was fucking you. Although, he'd sometimes find himself speeding up when he was close.

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

Did not like them, at all. Because he liked to take his time with you, he felt a quickie was a waste of an orgasm and wouldn't even be down to try it. Jin would much rather hold his load and wait until you had the proper amount of time to have sex.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

No risks and hardly any experimenting. Jin was pretty traditional guy, so he wasn't too ready to abandon his traditions. If it was obvious something that you really wanted to try, he'd offer a serious talk about it where you'd make the proper decision. S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

Since Jin was into taking his time, it meant he could go for a very long time. He had gotten real good at pacing himself throughout his years of being sexually active, so he was hardly ever blowing his load without being fully ready for it. Even with the duration that he fucks you, he is still able to pull two or three rounds. T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

Jin is not into the use of toys, and as far as he knows you don't have any. He didn't see the point of adding a toy into the bedroom, when he was right there ready and capable to do everything that toy could.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

There wasn't much teasing when it came to the two of you, maybe a little bit right before you were getting down to it... like before your clothes are even off, but once things were heating up, neither of you could even think of holding back. V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

His voice becomes lower when he's turned on, not so loud. Hushed grunts and groans leave his lips, long hisses as he feel himself getting closer. Jin is not all that vocal, likes to let himself feel everything, rather than try and coach you through it. W = Wild Card

If Jin is every getting you to agree to fly to Paris, he is definitely going to find a way to fuck you on the Eiffel Tower.

X = X-Ray (let's see whats going on in those pants, pictures or words):

Jin is very, very big. Thick too. His cock stops just below his belly button when he's hard, pretty veins wrapped around the entire length. It was a wonder he could actually fit inside of you.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

His sex drive is normal. Wanted you, when he wanted you and that was all he could figure about it. There was a lot of things that you did that got him worked up, but he was usually able to control himself until he could have you properly.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

Only if he was really tired before the two of you started. Jin wouldn't always be falling right to sleep after the two of you had sex, but he would find himself feeling lazy... wanting nothing more than laying around with you as the day passes by.

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#jin #kim seokjin #jin smut #jin x reader #bts x reader #jin sm au #bts #bts smut #jin a-z #sugar free sm au

[milkacchan]

I've been suffering from sensory overload these past few weeks, sometimes lasting days in a row. I started writing this while I was in sensory overload before coming back to it a little while later when I wasn't in an episode anymore. You can kinda see when the writing goes downhill lmao.

Anyway this is more for comfort and I know that it might help some other people looking for comfort that they can't get right now.

And I just really love Yachi 🥺🥺

So enjoy

It was imperative that you calmed the fuck down- if you flipped out, Yachi would too and keeping her calm was the whole damn reason you decided to officially join. She'd have a steady anchor and would keep her anxiety in check.

Aside from the constant harrassment of your math classmates- you were here mainly for her. Sure you enjoyed it and you worked your ass off to understand, but you didnt find a reason to be there if she wasn't. And right now, you weren't helping- you weren't doing what you came here for.

You were pissed off, you weren't sure over what specifically. But everything everyone seemed to do irked you. Every hit of the ball, every yell and voice, every breath. You were in sensory overload for the 3rd fucking time that week. You didn't know why it was happening and that pissed you off even more.

Maybe, maybe you could get through it if everyone just- ignored you. If no one spoke it'd be fine. Because the last fucking thing you needed was snapping at some undeserving soul.

Or just calm down, but no matter how hard you TRIED you couldn't. You couldn't shake it off. That also pissed you off. the whole thing was a vicious cycle that you didn't want to deal with.

So you sat quietly, you knew that'd make Yachi a little tense, seeing as you were always vocal and giving moral tips and what not- but that's the best you could give at the moment. To save her and anyone else.

Practice went on and thank GOD no one tried to speak to you- they were all too busy. Or at least looked it. You ignored the occasional glance or two from the team, most of them coming from coach Ukai who was CLEARLY concerned as to what the fuck was happening but you didnt care. You just wanted to make it through and then go home.

Practice finally ended, of course an hour after it was supposed to, but again, you didn't care. You wanted home.

They sat in the meeting and you quietly slipped out, feeling your nerves grow even more tense. You needed out. Ukais gaze followed your figure for a moment before looking back at the team.

The cool air biting your cheeks should've pissed you off- but it didn't. It was refreshing- but not enough. You walked towards the back of the club building and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. You needed to calm down, just enough to be relatively friendly. Relatively decent. You kept your eyes closed, gently sinking so you sat on the concrete, legs crossed and head back. You just listened- listened to what was around you, somehow missing the boys leaving the gym in the time you were out there.

"Having fun?" A voice asked, coach Ukai. You could hear the underlaying concern in his voice

You were too tired to look up. "A ball," you mumbled. "Sorry, I had to step out."

"I figured," he sat down. "I assume you probably don't want anyone near you, but I'm going to check up anyway, what's going on?"

"Nothing big, I just needed air."

"Been happening pretty frequently this week, hasn't it?"

You sighed, looking at the sky again. Did you really want to spill your guts to your coach? Did you even want him to know what was going on? It was enough that your friends had to deal with it occasionally, now you were going to burden the coach with it? "Yeah, it has."

"Any particular reason why?"

"Just- just overall. Sensory overload and what not. Just needed a minute to myself."

He nodded slightly. "Well the teams there for you, when you decide you want to be around people. Takeda too, from what he's told me, he has some zen methods or whatever he calls them. You don't have to deal with all that alone."

You hummed, turning your gaze to him. "Thanks coach."

"Do you want me to distract the boys- they'll be looking for you."

"No, it's fine. I have to walk Yachi home."

He nodded, waving before disappearing around the corner again. God, you were tired. After a few moments you stood up, walking around the club building. You slipped into the girls room to change. It was empty, Yachi must've been already done, Kyoko too.

You put your dirty clothes in your bag, you'd wash them tonight; maybe that would help alleviate the overall stress. Feeling like you had something under control. Then maybe you wouldn't go into Sensiry overload again.

You opened the door, only to be met with Hinata.

"'Hey," you mumbled, turning around and locking the door.

"You okay? Yachi's looking for you. She thinks you died."

"Yeah, I'm okay, tell her I'll be down in a minute."

He squinted at you but hesitantly nodded, turning and bounding down the stairs. "Yachi!!"

You watched quietly. You sighed and closed your eyes, tapping the railing a few times before slowly making your way down the stairs. The frustration was starting to flair up again- you weren't even doing anything. You were literally JUST walking down stairs. There was nothing to be mad at.

You hadn't taken two steps away from the stairs before there were arms wrapped around your torso. You didn't have to think to know who it was. Your arms found her shoulders and you rested your forehead in the side of her neck.

"It's happening again?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm sorry I tried to leave you out of it."

Yachi frowned and her eyebrows furrowed. "You don't have to leave me out of it. I want to be there."

You nodded, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

Eventually she pulled away, taking a fistful of your sleeve. "Hinatas already waiting, Kageyamas there too. But we can walk alone if you want."

"No, that's okay. We can still walk with them."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Don't worry about it."

She nodded dropping the grip on your sleeve to take your hand.

She waved goodbye to the third years, and bowed to Tanaka and Nishinoya, doing her best so you wouldn't have to talk. You just kept to yourself, thinking about your own thing, that seemed to keep the overload at bay. At least for now.

The walk home wasn't as loud as usual, no doubt thanks to Yachi. She must've said something to them before hand. You were sure you'd get questions about it the next day, you'd deal with them then. It was nice that they took it into consideration, especially given how loud Hinata and Kageyama are in the first place.

Ukai was right, you wouldn't have to deal with this alone. They'd be there, subtly helping how they could.

You smiled slightly. You were fine.

#yachi x reader #hinata x yachi #hinata shoyou x reader #hinata shoyou #Kageyama x reader #ukai x reader #ukai x takeda #ukai keishin #azumane asahi #asahi x reader #asahi x nishinoya #kuroo x tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukki x yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #bokuto x kuroo #kuroo x reader #Daichi x reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #daichi x sugawara #daichi x kuroo #Tanaka x reader #Nishinoya x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu!! #haikyuu

[florenc-ia]

These are my last reads, took me some time but oh well. Enjoy

Give Me Truths 110k

Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

chances under the purple sunrise 28k

“You’ve been taking my shoes?” Louis asked, scoffing. “I paid a lot for them!”

“How unfortunate for you.” Harry smiled bitterly. He peeked over Louis, eyeing the hook that still had the worm.

The red box was open right next to him. Harry saw that inside, it had a couple of transparent containers that were filled with worms, too. He eyed Louis skeptically before nodding. “Right. I’ll give you your, er…. little boats back if you let me have the tub of worms.”

A groan crawled out from Louis, his head falling back and his eyes landing up at the clear sky. “I need those.”

“They’re food for myself and others, not to be used as bait.”

*

Or the one where Harry is a merman, prince of the Atlantic Ocean, whose curiosity and healthy envy takes over him and he steals Louis' shoes every time he fishes.

Absolutely amazing it’s so beautiful and cute I loooooved it

Oh Glory 21k

Tomlinson looks Liam over, tilting his head. “Are you a swimmer as well?”

“Yeah,” Liam says, a little cautiously. Harry wonders if it’s Tomlinson’s fame or the unimpressed eyebrow that’s making Liam wary. “Distance, I’m doing the 1500m. Harry here’s a sprinter.”

“Ah,” says Tomlinson, turning his glinting eyes back to Harry. “So you’re not an endurance man.” A beat passes, and his grin grows, wide and filthy. "Shame."

Harry Styles is Team Great Britain's newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he's assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry's childhood crush.

Torn On The Platform 27k

AU where harry and louis are strangers but they always get the same train to work in the morning and one day harry falls asleep on louis’ shoulder. louis wants to be annoyed because harry just broke a least seven rules of tube conduct but he looks so soft and peaceful that he just lets him sleep and wakes him ever so carefully when it’s his stop. it happens again and again until it becomes a regular thing where louis will let harry snooze and then gently nudge him awake, hand him the cup of coffee he took from him so it wouldn’t slip and spill everywhere and send him off with a “have fun at work, love” and after the tenth time harry isn’t even embarrassed anymore.

In a sky full of stars, be my Northern lights 13k

It's one of those nights there's nothing on the telly that Louis absently scrolls through Tinder. After swiping left on a bunch of profiles he comes face to face with a picture that stops him in his tracks. The picture is..almost sweet. It’s a boy with brown curly hair, wearing a very low cut yellow blouse, paired with a black jacket. He’s got a smile on his face and his tongue sticking out, but it’s not in any way lewd or suggestive. He just looks like he’s having a good time, and something about the innocence of it has him swiping right rather than left.

He’s barely checked the other pictures on the boy's profile before Tinder confirms that he’s got a match. The shots are so different from the pictures Louis is used to on Tinder - half naked boys who are smoldering at the camera - that he can’t help but smile.

It quickly turns into a frown when he opens up the message he’s just received.

Harry: Hello!

Harry: Thank you for swiping right

Harry: I have a proposition for you

baby we could be enough (I’ll make this feel like home) 52k

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

That’s How I Know 19k

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Never Too Late 18k

Harry’s confused for a moment before it hits him: the little boy is signing. Harry squats down to get to the boy’s level again and mirrors the same action.

“Dad?” He inquires. Harry learned basic sign language after having met a fan who was deaf. He made it his mission to learn signing so that he’d be able to communicate with other fellow hearing impaired fans.

The little boy smiles brightly, his tears now long gone. He goes on to extend both hands, palms up as if he’s asking where? Followed by the previous sign which means Dad. Harry smiles to himself at the amazing little guy standing in front of him.

He stands up taking the boy’s hand, “Let’s go find your dad,” he tells him making the motion with his hand.

Just having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new music needing to prove to his label that his career isn't over. Little does he know that his life is about to change forever when he runs into an old friend at the city he's decided to escape to.

Truth Be Told (I Never Was Yours) 76k

Harry watches Louis as he scrunches up his nose and bites the end of a pen in concentration. He’s been working on seating arrangements for the past hour and getting more frustrated by the minute. Louis huffs out a breath and glances down at Harry with a soft smile on his lips before he returns to the task at hand. It’s easy, right then, for Harry to let himself believe that they’re planning a seating chart for their own wedding and bickering over who is going to sit where from a list of their own family members. He can let himself daydream about a white picket fence and a dog that they could have within the next year.

It’s like a cold slap in the face when Harry looks to the top of the page to see “Aiden and Louis Grimshaw” at the head table, and Harry has to mentally remind himself for the thousandth time that Louis is not his. Never was, really. He’s just the wedding planner that’s been in love with Louis since he was sixteen.

(or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)

Even Angels Have Their Demons 53k

Louis is appointed the role of Guardian Angel, and his first mission is a boy named Zayn Malik. Unfortunately, it seems that a certain Demon has gotten to him first.

Or... an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.

Three French Hems 20k

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

In Dreams 23k

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

Say It Somehow 129k

Louis Tomlinson may be one of the most respected actors on the West End, but he's terrible at knowing how to act around Harry Styles.

The story of two people who find each other at just the right time, featuring first dates, sleepovers, heartbreak, lots of sex, baked goods, overpriced bedsheets, and musical theatre references galore.

A Darker Shade of Love 750k

Louis is a 30 year old multi-billionaire with a very dark past. He is violent and is a sadist with a taste for pain.

Harry Styles is a 19 year old student who sets out to London after being kicked out by his homophobic father to follow his dreams. He wants to go to the best University to study but he needs a lot of money so he starts to work as a part time stripper at a gay club to support his studies and his life.

The club he works at, Garland's, is part owned by Louis Tomlinson. When they meet, its life changing for the both of them.

Ok so this one has very sensitive content. It’s very well written but if you can understand this is all fiction then you’re good. Be careful reading it if you think you might get triggered

A Sea Without Water, A Compass Without Direction 84k

”Tell me, Louis,” Captain Styles said, leaning forward a little. ”D’you think I’m an idiot?”

”I—what?” Louis asked, surprised by the blunt question. He had expected something different, something along the lines of how he learned music, or how he ended up as a prisoner on the other ship.

”Do you think I’m an idiot?” The captain repeated, putting emphasis on each word as though Louis couldn’t understand him otherwise.

”Of course not,” Louis said, shaking his head. He’d be a fool for thinking such a thing, and an even bigger fool for saying it out loud. ”Captain.”

Captain Styles nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap. ”Then why did you lie to me?”

”L-Lie?”

”Out on the deck. You lied to me,” he said. He held up his hand, three fingers up.

”Three lies total. I hate liars.”

Waiting for the tides to meet 59k

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

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