graveyard clothing


me: i want to draw some self-indulgent pastel goth garbage

my goblin brain: make it mika


Request: Can I get #15 with Wonho?

15) You LITERALLY run into your bias.

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N

Type: fluff

Senses Pt. 2 - Senses Pt. 3

“Too many,” I groaned, nearly crippled beneath the weight of the denim in my arms. For a company that loved to have their artists half clothed most of the time, I sure did feel like I spent a large amount of my time carrying around clothing. 

“Take it to the back room and put it on the racks,” the main stylist sighed, stacking a few more pairs of painfully expensive ripped jeans in my arms. 

“I don’t think…I can see,” I hummed, attempting to look around the sea of blues and black encasing my arms. 

“Use your senses, you know this place like the back of your hand,” the stylist chuckled. 

“Yeah, sure,” I grumbled, sticking my foot out in front of me carefully, immediately hitting a chair sticking out a bit too far. “I’ll try not to die.”

“That would be for the best,” he nodded again, giving me a gentle push in the lower back. I rolled my eyes as I continued slowly down the hallway, careful not to drop any of the pants I had been given. I listened carefully to the sounds around me. I had always heard that if one of your senses was compromised, your other senses worked to overcompensate. I closed my eyes, testing the theory as I continued to quicken my pace, the sound of my shoes echoing down the hallway. 

“Yah!” a voice gasped. I felt as if I had hit a brick wall. The heavy denim in my arms flew into the air and landed with a plop on the tile around me. As if slipping on a cartoon banana, my feet flew from beneath me and I landed with a crash onto another human body. 

I slowly opened my eyes to discover my face was roughly an inch away from the face of Monsta X’s Wonho. I squeaked, quickly rolling away to lay flat on my back beside him. I closed my eyes again, hoping I could make myself disappear from the moment, but only felt my face growing hot with embaressment. Wonho began to chuckle quietly. I opened my eyes again, focusing on my peripherals to see his face. 

“Are you okay?” he laughed lightly, pulling himself up to a sitting position. 

“Besides the numbing embaressment? I’m fine,” I sighed, sitting up as well. 

“I don’t mean to be rude as I ask this,” he said, taking in our surroundings. “But were you walking with your eyes closed?”

“Aigoo,” I whined, putting my face in my hands. 

Wonho laughed again, running his hand up the wall to brace his weight as he stood. He lowered his palm to my face level and I took it gratefully. His hands were smooth and strong as he lifted me, using his opposite hand to steady me as I reached my feet. 

“I’ve seen you around,” he continued, the smile never leaving his face. “You helped dress us for our INK show.”

“I just try to make good decisions with what I’m given,” I nodded, unable to look the man directly in the face. He was so handsome and kind, I didn’t think I deserved to look at him directly. It was almost like staring into the face of an angel. “And it seems I’m given a lot of clothing with holes in it.”

“Yeah, do I address my grievances about that with you?” he said, another warm laugh escaping his lips. 

“I am but a small fish in a big pond,” I sighed, smiling as well. “I have no say.”

The man nodded, leaning down, and beginning to pile clothing into his arms. He worked methodically and I was completely enchanted. Eventually I shook my head, trying to shake off the cobwebs of thought and began pulling at the clothing myself. “You really don’t have to help Hoseok oppa. This was my responsibility, I’ve got this.”

“Hoseok oppa?” he said, his eyes growing wide. 

I immediately bit down on my tongue. “Yah, Wonho oppa,” I corrected myself. 

“Y/N-ah,” he nodded. “I don’t hate my name. You can call me Hoseok, I’m just not used to it…and please…you don’t have to be formal with me.”

I felt as if my heart had skipped a beat as he finished the statement with another gentle smile. He stood, leaning back with a sizable amount of clothing in his arms. I picked up the last garment and stood as well. 

“Thank you,” I nodded, attempting to take the clothing from him. “If you could just…stack those?”

“And have you assault someone else? I think not,” he said, walking past me and down the hall. “You were going to the stock room with all of this, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-” I began, trailing behind him. He smiled over his stack of jeans at me and rammed into the door with his back. It sprung open and revealed the disheveled racks housing the clothes from nearly every comeback and photo shoot I had worked on. 

“Wow,” he gasped, placing his pile on a table. ‘Clothing graveyard.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, placing my pile beside his. “I’m the overlord of the dead garments.”

“There could be worse jobs,” Wonho said with a wink. “How else can I help?”

“Really, you’ve helped enough,” I sighed, playing with a piece of cloth absently. “More than enough.”

“Mmm, you have to hang all of these?” he asked, motioning to what we had just brought into the room. “It’s going to take you eighteen years. Before you leave this room, you’ll have grey hair and be married. The future will be the present.”

I laughed, shaking my head at his silly words. “Eighteen whole years? Maybe you should help after all.”

He nodded, proud of himself as he eased his butt onto the table and began to transition clothes onto hangers. He hummed softly as he went about his work, being very gentle with all of the materials that passed through his hands. We worked in silence for a few moments before he began to clear his throat. 

“I don’t think you ever addressed my question,” he said quietly, looking at me sideways. “Were you walking with your eyes closed?”

“Ugh,” I groaned, shaking my head. “So I couldn’t see anyway, why does it matter?”

“But why?” he said, a loud laugh echoing through the room. 

“Haven’t you heard the theory? If one of your senses is compromised, the others have to work overtime to compensate for the one that’s missing?” I continued, feeling my face grow hot again as he focused on me. “I wanted to test it.”

“Your test failed,” he laughed, beginning to fold the clothing and place it on the table beside him as we had run out of hangers. “But you know, next time you can just ask me to help.”

“Oh yeah? You’re going to help me train my senses?” I said, not able to hold back my sarcastic chuckle. 

“Of course,” he nodded. “I’m the king of zeroing in on senses.”

“So you think?” I said, lifting my eyebrows. Wonho hopped from the table and quickly crossed the room to stand in front of me. 

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. I had to have looked shocked because he immediately broke out into a fit of giggles. “Do it.”

I groaned and reluctantly shut my eyes. I shivered as I felt Wonho’s hot breath near my ear. “Scent, what do you smell?”

“I don’t know,” I whined, stomping my foot. “Hoseok, this is silly.”

“What do you smell Y/N,” he repeated. I felt the warmth of his body eerily close to mine. 

“I smell…” I sighed, taking a deep breath. I breathed through my nose repeatedly until words started to spill from my mouth. “I smell something musky…but not the bad kind…like the kind they put in cologne…and it has a spice to it…and maybe an underlying scent of flowers? Something fresh to take back the bite of the musk…”

“Pretty good,” he chirped. I felt as if he had backed away from me. “Sound. Where am I standing?”

“Yah, Hoseok!” I groaned again. 

“Where am I standing Y/N?” he repeated. 

“I don’t know, maybe three feet to my right?” I sighed, shifting my weight. 

“What about now?” he asked, his voice more echoey than it was previously. 

“Probably about two yards away to my left,” I called.

“What about now?” he growled directly into my ear. 

“Yah!” I screeched, jumping in my spot. 

“Eyes closed!” he warned as he circled around me. 

“Touch, where is my finger hovering,” he whispered. 

“How am I supposed to tell you that?” I complained. “You aren’t actually touching me.”

“Fine,” Wonho said quickly. I felt him close the space between us as he pulled me to him. I placed my hands instinctively in front of me, my palms flat against his toned chest. 

“I-I think,” I stuttered, my mind in a daze. “Practicing touch is silly…of course I know what I’m touching.”

“Then what do you feel?” he asked slowly, his breathing rugged. 

“Your shirt,” I said, hardly in a whisper. “The thin cotton…the frayed edges…your skin beneath…and beneath that your tense muscles…you’re so stiff.”

“Should I relax then?” he asked, a smile in his voice. I opened my eyes slowly, looking through them half lidded, intoxicated by Wonho’s close proximity. 

“What would that require?” I whispered. 

“Probably a more in depth sense practice,” he nodded, his voice a low growl. “Focusing on touch.”

Originally posted by twice-ooh

Senses Pt. 2 - Senses Pt. 3


Nothing Left To Say

Inspired from: Imagine the 11th Doctor finding your suicide note and him running to go find you. Only for him to realize he was too late. + Imagine the 11th Doctor saving you from Weeping Angels and him inviting you inside the TARDIS where he realizes he might love you + Imagine the 11th Doctor stopping you from killing yourself and he tells you he loves you. + Imagine Dragons – Nothing Left To Say

Characters: Reader, 11th Doctor, Ben [OFC (But not a important one)], Reader’s Mother

Reader Gender: Not specified

Pair: 11th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2231 (With the song) And here I thought it was going to be too short.

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, a timey wimey story line, mention of self-harm, suicide, reader’s death, attempt to suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression, might be triggering
(I know it looks bad but there’s a happy ending)

Notes: (Y/F/S//B): Your Favourite Singer/Band

Hope you like it.

| I can’t lose you. Because if I ever did I would’ve lost my best friend, my soulmate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.|

(_____’s POV) ||2013||

You slowly made your way home as you tugged your sleeves again, maybe 50th time that day.

            You thought seeing your friends would cheer you up. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Unlike you, they were happy. They had their own troubles, of course. But they weren’t depressed. Yes, being jealous of your friends’ lifes wasn’t good, not at all. But how couldn’t you be jealous?  They talked about how happy they were and you just sat there fake-smiling, trying to hide your freshly cutted wrists.

            To avoid rest of the world you take your phone and headphones.

“To lower your risk of hearing damage, do not listen at high volumes for long periods.”
So? Like I give a damn about it.

You sighed as song started. Absent-mindedly you tried to tug your sleeves even more. Like it was possible.

“Who knows how long
I’ve been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don’t sleep
They keep calling me
Beckoning, beckoning, beckoning”

Depressed thoughts, depressed music. Daily basis of a wild (Y/F/N).

After awhile someone called your name. You heard it even (Y/F/S//B) was making it impossible to hear. You took your headphones off as a strange man held your arm.
“_____, please don’t do it!” He looked at you with worry. His eyes were red and wet. He probably just stopped crying. You realized he was holding a paper.
“I’m sorry but… Who are you?” He stopped a moment for thinking as he dropped your arm.
“Oh… What time is it? As year?”
“2013. Look I don’t know you. How the hell do you know my name?” He started to walk backwards.
“I’m sorry. Right person, wrong time. I better go. See you later.” And he just run away. You thought he was drunk or mad. So you didn’t care what happened. Oh, if you knew who was that man with that silly bow-tie. If you knew…


(Doctor’s POV) ||Tomorrow (Yeah, tomorrow. It’s Doctor Who.)||

Who knows what’s right?
The lines keep getting thinner
My age has never made me wise
But I keep pushing on and on and on and on

“Come on! I need to stop her from doing it! Be the right time.”
When TARDIS landed I ran out. I looked around, trying to understand where I was. Then I realized.
Sad faces, crying, black clothes, graveyard.
I pushed everyone on his way to see whose grave was it. They whispered to each other, asking who was that man. I didn’t care about them. When I pushed the last person I saw the name that I hoped I wouldn’t see.


“First it was too early and now… too late. I’m too late.”
“Are you the Doctor?”
I turn to see who was talking. But I didn’t recognize who was she.
“Sorry, do I know you?”
“No. But I heard about you.”
When I looked carefully I saw similar, not same but similar, eyes.
“Are you…”
“Her/His mom? Yes.”
I swallowed. “What happened?” Like I didn’t know.
She turned to her/his grave. “Suicide. She/He jumped from her/his apartment.”
“I’m so so sorry. Forgive me.” She turned to me again.
“Forgive? What for?”
“No-Nothing. Sorry for your lost.”

            I ran back to TARDIS. “No! She/He’s not gonna die! Time can be rewritten. What’s the point of being a Time Lord if you can’t save the woman/man you love.”


(_____’ POV) ||2014||

“_____! Can you bring more of these from basement?”
Basement? I call it dungeon. “Alright!” You slowly went down stairs. You opened the lights only to find out that they were flickering and not helping you.
“For fucks sake, Ben. Change these bulbs.” you murmured while taking your phone to use it as light. You walked as you remembered but something blocked your way.
“What a statue is doing here?”
You looked it carefully using your phone’s light.
“Well, aren’t you ugly.” Before you could understand someone pushed you and you fell on your butt. Hard. “What the hell are you doing mate?! Careful!” He turned around and smiled apologeticly.
“Sorry.” He helped you get up. “But I just saved your life.” You eyed him suspiciously. You didn’t knew him and he looked weird. For a moment you thought you met him before but couldn’t find when and where. What he meant by saving you seemed more interesting.
“From what? A statue?”
“Not just a statue.” You ignored him and walked to statue to see what had he done. You laughed when you realized only difference was a mirror in front of the statue.
“You saved me with a mirror. Wow. You are my hero.” He rolled his eyes and pulled your arm. “What are you doing?!” you shouted. He was taking you somewhere and you were scared. Who the hell was he? What was going to happen? You shouted Ben’s name. And of course he didn’t showed up. “Where the fuck is he when it’s needed?” you mumbled.
“Calm down. I’m not going to harm you but it’s annoying when you humans don’t believe me.” He let go of your arm when you two came in front of a blue box. You looked at it with shock.
“How the hell you found a police box? What is it doing here? Who are y– Did you just said you humans?!” You couldn’t believe you’ve not realized it the moment he said it. He just smiled and snapped his fingers. And box’s doors opened you gasped when you inside.
“I know.” he said with a grin and go inside. “Come on!”
You walked in with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. “It’s… It’s… God!.. What the fuck?! It’s…”
“Bigger on the inside.” he finished for you.
“H–How? It’s not possible. Am I high? No… Am I that high?”
“Alien tech. Well, Time Lord tech to be more spesific. And no, you’re not high… I guess.” Finally you looked at him. With a brighter light you could saw his face properly. And you realized he was looking good. Something must done about clothes anyway.
“Time Lord?”
“An alien race. Like me.” You raised your eyebrows.
“You’re an alien. Wow. O–Okay. What was that thing? That statue. Was it also an alien?”
“A Weeping Angel.”

Then he told you everything he knew about about them. And it was… facinating. They scared the crap out of you, yes, but it was impressing. Not the part where they send you back in time or worse where they killed you. But their speed and how successfully they hide was wonderful.

After he finished he go outside to make sure no one would touch the angel or remove the mirror. You didn’t know how but you simply didn’t care. You looked around, trying to memorize this beautiful machine. When you were thinking about going outside Doctor came in. That was what he called him. He didn’t told you exactly why.
“Done! No one will ever get harm by that angel. So…” He stopped in front of you. You waited him to go on.
“Would like to come with me? To travel.”
Your eyes widened. “What the f–” He hushed you with his hand.
“Do you really hear yourself or do all those swears come out bt themselfs?” You pushed his hand.
“Don’t do that and sorry. I can’t stop it sometimes.”
“Anyway, are you coming?” He smiled warmly, eyes filled with hope.
“I don’t understand…” Why would he want me?
“Understand what? I want you to travel with me. All time and space! Anywhere and anytime we like!” You smiled. For some reason he wanted you. And for some reason you trusted him. Also who could say ‘no’ for time and space travel.
“Anywhere and anytime? Or you sure you can handle it?” He grinned.
“Is that a yes?” You grinned too.



There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

It didn’t mean anything. This life. I wasn’t going to get any better. Not even Doctor could helped you. Not even the life you had with Doctor didn’t mean anything.

Below my soul
I feel an engine
Collapsing as it sees the pain
If I could only shut it out

You had fallen for him hard after all that time. He was charming, funny, adorable, kind, heroic… He was the guy you always dreamed of. But he was The Doctor. An Time Lord. Oh, and the huge age gap.

You knew he loved you. But as a friend. It wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t enough. A platonic love was the last thing you needed. It hurt you more than ever. Your depression became even worse. And you thought it was impossible

You knew what you should do. Finish it. End the pain. Go for the short cut.

I’ve come too far
To see the end now
Even if my way is wrong
I keep pushing on and on and on and on

You were at the roof of your apartment. You bit your bottom lip. Closed your eyes. You were ready to take the last step but you heard that voice. That sweet voice. Voice of the TARDIS. You heard the doors open. You heard Doctor running.
“Stop! _____, please! Don’t!” You looked over your shoulder and see the man you loved most. He was holding a paper. Your suicide note. His eyes were watery and red. He probably just stopped crying.
“Don’t come any closer, Doctor. Go away. I don’t want you to see this.” Tears started to fall down. You knew he wouldn’t go. But you also knew you would do it at the end. One way or another.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

            “You can’t do this, please. Please…” his voice turned into a whisper. You could still hear him though. He kept saying ‘please’ over and over again.
“Why not?” You swallowed. You didn’t like this. Making him cry. It was hurting you like you were in hell.
Soon you’ll be there.
“’Why not’? What?.. There’s a lot to see! You should go on!” he screamed.

I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
If you could only save me
I’m drowning in the waters of my soul

“You said, I mean in the note, you said ‘I think we’re here to suffer. At least that’s why I’m here.’ But there’s much more. I’ve showed you much more I want to show more. Please, let me. Let me show you there’s more than suffer.” This answer wasn’t enough. Everyone was saying this. A lot to see? Like what? Go on? For what? More than suffer? Like what?
“Yeah? Like what? Hope? There’s no hope. Not for me! Love? I haven’t seen it for a long time.”

“I can show you.” he said and you laughed bitterly.
“And how are you going to do that, Doc?” you shouted then took a deep breath. He paused for a second.
I knew it. There’s nothing he can say. I’m definitely doing it.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

Before you could even move he shouted back.
“I love you!” You froze. He just didn’t said that. He didn’t. He didn’t mean it. Not that way.
“I love you, (Y/F/N)! And I can’t live without you. You want a reason to not to this? Then I’m the reason. Because if you go, I’ll come with you. Do you want this?”

Hell no!

“D– Doctor…”
“Yes?” you could hear the hope in his voice.
“I think I need a little help to get down.” He quickly ran to your side, helped you get down. And pulled you for a tight hug.
“Don’t you ever do that again. I meant it when I said I can’t live without you. I can’t.” You smiled against his neck. You never thought this would happen. He pulled back and cupped your cheek and smiled. Then you realized.
“You’re that weird guy!”
“What?!” he asked with confussion.
“Before I met you, you came along and told me not to do it. I didn’t understand what it meant. Or I didn’t remember you when I met you. But I remember now!” He looked at you with a mock-hurt expression
“Weird guy? That’s how you remember me?” You rolled your eyes.
“That really bothers you?” you asked, eyebrows raised. He pretend to think for a moment.
“Not really.” Before you could respond he leaned in and crashed his lips on yours. Your breath hitched with shock but you responded quickly. When you realized you forgotten something you pulled back. He looked at you puzzled and a little hurt.
“I forgot to say something.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. You licked your lips then smiled. “I love you, too.” He grinned. You snapped your fingers and TARDIS’ doors opened. You grinned too. “Shall we?”


One of the creepiest things about Olive’s lot (and that’s saying something) has to be her collection of interesting outfits, including Lyla Grunt’s dress and many, many service sim uniforms. She’s even got the social worker’s uniform in there. Think about that one for a moment.

It’s such a great little detail/piece of evidence to include there to hint at the real story behind Olive Specter.