#I accepted about a thousand of these compliments as haha thank you before I gave up on pretending I think it's a compliment at all

[sergle]

has the huggable twee irritation always been a Thing or did it evolve in response to like, "you're not ugly. i'd fuck you" type comments? like in your personal experience

god, I'm not well spoken enough to describe it exactly the way it Registers In My Brain... but like. It's not the "you're not ugly, I'd fuck you" genre, and that type of comment is so easy to immediately dismiss because it always comes from a certain type of man, and it's like yeah yeah, I could throw a sandwich and you'd fuck it before it hit the floor. But also, that one's so specific, it's a bottom-of-the-barrel "compliment" that dudes will give when a woman has actively said something about feeling like she's unattractive.

The HUGGABLE THING. The oooh squishy marshmallow somft huggable mom shaped 🥺🥰 She looks like she gives GREAT HUGS. Those comments are UNPROMPTED. I'm immediately like. Every keyword you say, I kill another hostage. I will blow up this whole building and everyone in it. Because it is SO FUCKING WEIRD. And I have heard it one million times. And I see it on every drawing of a character who's even remotely plus sized. These comments would not fly for a thinner person, they'd be rightfully received as weird. People aren't gonna comment on a picture of Ariana Grande going omg she's sooo huggable mom friend shaped. WHAT. Simultaneously are desexualized and sanitized to a weird degree in that uwu language way, WHILE also being creepy. Like, why are you describing what you think I'd feel like if you hugged me? Like the only positive thing you can think of to say is that I look like I have some give. As strangers. I'm not going to hug you, I think you're a creep and I think you're giving yourself a big pat on the back for complimenting a fat person. What are we doing I'm arguing at the air. Where am I And you're just supposed to go oh thank you that's so nice, because as a fat person, you gotta take whatever compliment you get, even if it is actually not a compliment. And that's the thing, there are SO MANY ACTUAL COMPLIMENTS TO PICK FROM. But people settle on huggable and somft. Was this person pretty? Were they hot? You could say gorgeous? Handsome, beautiful? Elegant? Stunning? Sharp? Sexy? Stylish? Are you trying to say that you're attracted to this person's body? Are we being horny? Do you think they just look nice in general? Can't we think of anything else to say? Or are we just gonna sit here and say they fuckin look like Santa Claus. Huggable like a pillow. Girl what the fuck

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Only Mine (Pt. 6)

A/N: We’re using Taylor songs again because we love Queen Taylor. So these are not my works (obviously) but hers. However if you’ve never heard some of these I would highly suggest you check them out because all Taylor songs are absolute bops. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Pop Star!Reader Word count: 3,541 Warnings: Swearing, implied sex (no smut though), arguing (minor)

You found the release of Fractious to be the most ironic days of your life.

You were in the media everywhere, selling only a few thousands copies less in it’s first week than your previous record. Which you were fine with, that was somewhat of the plan.

But you were no where to be seen. Hiding out in a new house you and Gerard had bought New Jersey for just under three million dollars. But no one knew about that purchase, other than your closest family and friends. Because no one needed to know.

The suspense of it all started extremely high, as you only announced the album 12 hours prior to its drop. And the world went insane, fans jumping to Twitter to go absolutely crazy over this new persona that they had already began to love, and some had already caught onto the ‘good girl gone bad’ idea.

You released the entire tracklist only three hours before the drop, and you were already stalking fan pages who began making theories about what it meant. There were already a lot of ‘THIS ONE’S ABOUTE GERARD’ and theories already popping up about him, which made you lightly smile knowing damn well a lot of it was.

The tracklist read: Blank Space I Knew You Were Trouble Style End Game I Did Something Bad I Know Places Out Of The Woods Dancing With Our Hands Tied Don’t Blame Me Getaway Car Clean

You smiled and lightly laughed once you refreshed your phone on the couch, your face and name at the top of iTunes and various other music providers promoting your new album.

“Congrats babe.” Gerard said from where he sat next to you, giving you a kiss and squeezing your thigh, “I’m proud of you.” “Thanks Gee.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder, “I love you. So much.” “I love you more.” He smiled down.

What made it all the better was how MCR was entering into their punk era, only making your album and new persona more believable. You had to admit, Gerard’s red and shaggy hair was really hot, and you were living for it, as you had told him a million times.

And you knew how much he loved your new era. As much as he genuinely loved the real, bubbly you (which is of course why he married you) he continuously admired your new all black look, managing to wear skin tight jeans and short shorts with more crop tops than usual and leather jackets galore. And you can’t forget how many pairs of Doc Martins you had, plus Louboutin boots all for the red bottoms. You basically looked like a filthy rich home wrecker, AKA the look you were going for.

But at home and in private you were the same old Y/N, always letting your natural hair fall into its regular ways, with little to no makeup and not ashamed to wear whatever you wanted.

What seemed to put the cherry on top to this new era was the newest addition to your family, AKA a black french bulldog named Rocko the two of you got. He was a tornado of chaos who would run around the house with his dozens of toys, taunting you and Gerard with them as if to show some form of superiority that he clearly lacked. You treated him like he was a newborn baby, constantly. You bought him clothes, beds, and toys, letting him sleep with you and Gerard despite your husbands protests about how he “took up too much room”. To you, the little canine could do nothing wrong.

That was until he chewed up your favorite pair of shoes, which just oh so happened to cost multiple hundreds of dollars. Gerard was furious at his actions, complaining that there was no reason for him to do so with the countless amount of toys he already had. You were mad at first too, but after only a few seconds of the pup giving you his eyes of sympathy you forgave him and moved on as if nothing happened. Gerard was still in his state of anger though.

“Oh, look, the designs for the tour outfits came in.” You smiled from where you laid on the couch, checking emails on your laptop, Rocko at your feet sitting between you and Gerard who was reading a book. You opened up the file to be greeted with all dozen outfits, which were beyond perfect. Gerard looked over, interested in the topic. “I like that one.” You pointed to one especially scandalous duo of tiny shorts and an even smaller top that could have been easily mistaken for a bra if it wasn’t for the thicker material on the all black set with black tights. “It makes me look like a whore.” Gerard nearly spat out his coffee.

“But you’re not a whore.” “Yeah, well, my alter ego is.” You smiled. “And you made her that way.” You looked up at him from quickly, “Take that as a compliment.” “How is me turning my wife into a whore a compliment?” He asked, puzzled.

“Just take it as one.” You huffed.

“I do think you’ll look bad ass in it though,” He remarked, returning to his book.

“Awww, thanks babe.” You blushed, “Maybe I’ll ask them to make you a matching outfit.” You lightly laughed. “Haha, very funny.” He rolled his eyes.

“It sucks we’ll be touring at the same time.” You sighed, “I miss being able to see you and the guys more.” “Yeah I miss you too,” He sighed as well, “And Ray does too.” You lightly laughed.

“Ray’s coming to the first show, right?” You asked, looking up at Gerard. He nodded.

“He cleared all of his schedule to go and he’s pumped.” You smiled.

“Good.” You closed your laptop, climbing over to give Gerard a kiss, which he happily accepted and did the same back. “Somedays I wish you kissed me the way as you do Frank.” You lightly smiled, letting go as he chuckled.

“I mean, I could.” He smiled at you, running his hands through your hair, “But that’s more aggressive and in the moment. I prefer to savor the kisses I have with you, let you know how much I love you.” You smiled, lightly rolling your eyes.

“You’re so sappy sometimes, Gee.” You responded, “But I love it.”

That night, as you were going to bed, you stopped in your mirror momentarily to take a look at yourself. You had gained 25-ish pounds since your break from the spotlight, still recovering from your ED. Your doctor said that you were healthy now, but some of the fatrolls that fell on your sides and hip dips as well were starting to bother you. And your stomach still had that bit of blub that you were never very fond of.

Gerard walked past you in the bathroom, immediately getting the memo. “Am I too fat?” You turned around and asked him, his face turning to a form of ridicule.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” He said looking you up and down, “So no.”

“Are you sure Gee-” Before you could finish, he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to bed where he pushed you down with ease beneath him, giving you a searing kiss.

“You’re fucking gorgeous and the most beautiful woman alive. If you say one more thing about you not being perfect I’m going to frame every photo of you in every inch of this damn house so you know just how incredible you are.” “Fine.” You sighed reluctantly. “Now say it with me,” He began, “I, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N-Way am perfect.” You sighed, choosing to go with it.

“I, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N-Way am perfect.” “Good girl.” He said with another quick kiss. You lightly laughed, rolling over to your side of the bed to give Gerard his. You took your hand, running your fingers through his messy hair as the two of you stared at each other.

“After these two tours, I think I want to take a break.” You admitted, saying so above a whisper. He lightly nodded. “Maybe we can start a family.” He nodded again. “And settle down.” He gave you a kiss on the nose.

“That sounds perfect.”

-Time skip because I’m lAzY-

You were on stage doing what you do best, simultaneously swaying your hips to the music and going along with some of the choreography, as if the skin tight black and sparkly body suit and above the knee black boots weren’t enough.

As usual, you would look over to your husband where he was in the VIP section and sing to him, a smile plastered on his face. You would occasionally look over to see both the approval of your family, and friends, including Ray who seemed to be having the time of his life dancing and singing the lyrics.

The show was going absolutely perfect, it was bigger than any other that you had ever done, a larger stage, larger screens, larger everything. Even a larger crowd with over 100,000 people for your first show on tour. You could hear the audience echo your lyrics, jumping up and down judging by the movements of their light up wrist bands.

You of course played a few songs off of your previous album, doing a few acoustic with just you and the crowd which were some of your favorite experiences and moments. You also did a quick speech thanking all of your loyal fans who waited for you to come back with new music, despite the long period of time where you were no where to be seen.

After the finale, you ran back with a huge smile still on your face with your team, drinking some water constantly to hydrate yourself. It only took you a few moments in the back hallways of the stadium before you saw your husband at one end, smiling at you. You smiled back, running up to him and clinging your arms around him. He hugged you back, giving you a quick kiss. “You did great.” He whispered with a huge smiled, “I’m so proud.” “Thanks.” You smiled back, giving him another kiss. The two of you walked away, arms around each other as you leaned onto him. You tried to keep PDA to a limit, especially since the documentary was actively being made and was recording everything.

Once you were back in your private dressing room where no one else was, he gave you an even bigger hug, swinging you around and you lightly squealed. “You’re just so good.” He laughed.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, letting go to go and take off your makeup at the chair. “I just gotta meet a few fans then we can go back to the hotel.” You told him through the mirror and he nodded.

“Y/N?” You heard your assistant knock at the door. “Hey, Betty.” You smiled up at her and she smiled back.

“I assumed you would want Rocky with you.” She said, putting the small black dog and he ran up to your chair.

“Ah yes,” You smiled down at him, picking him up and giving him a bunch of kisses on his little face, “Thank you.” You told her and she nodded, “No problem.” She closed the door back. You held the small dog in your lap, finishing off your face and hair before getting up and putting him down to change into regular clothes from your stage outfit.

“Gee?” You asked and he hummed, looking up from his phone, “Could you unzip me?” You asked and he nodded, getting up to do so. Usually Gerard would pull something after that, making it less PG, but you shot him a quick glare warning him not to do anything, so he didn’t.

You quickly replaced your stage clothes with a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, turning around to see Gerard still staring at you, wide eyes. “Oh please,” you sighed at him, “We’ve been together for over eight years Gee, handle yourself.” “Sorry, it’s just really hard to.” He tried to defend himself, you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be back soon, babe.” You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips before excusing yourself.

The meet and greet went by as always, taking about half an hour before you said bye to everyone, taking photos, and then went back to Gerard. He was still on his phone on one of the couches in the room, Rocko by his feet. “Ready to go?” He asked, looking up, and you nodded grabbing your phone and backpack.

On the way out you couldn’t stop smiling, hand in hand with Gerard going in one of the large black SUVs, you going in first, then Rocko, then Gerard. “How’re you feeling?” Your husband asked and you just smiled.

“Great,” You admitted, taking a sip from your water, “Everyone loved it.” He gave your thigh a squeeze and looked at you.

“It was definitely pretty bad ass.” He smiled and you lightly laughed.

You had walked into your suite, setting your bag and the dog down, placing him in his bed (in the living room part of the room) while Gerard grabbed him a bowl of water. You gave the dog a quick good night kiss, resorting to your own room where Gerard followed, closing the door behind you.

Almost immediately your lips were clashed together, his hands on your waist as he swiftly put you on the large plush duvet of the bed, moving down to your collarbone and neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked for only a brief moment, as a double check. You shook your head violently.

“No,” You sighed out, “Please no.” He smiled down at you connecting your lips against. “Whatever you want, sugar.”

-Another time skip-

You wouldn’t have ever known if it wasn’t for the insane amount of fatigue and throwing up you were going through, only a month into tour. Initially you could’ve sworn it was just a cold turned to maybe the flu, as many of the symptoms you were having would go away within a few hours, so you were ready for show time.

But here you sat in your hotel room, curled up on the bed with Rocko next to you, your mind completely empty as you stared into the thin air, Betty had run to the nearest pharmacy. What were you going to do on tour? Fans would figure it out easily. But what would you tell Gerard?

Once Betty came back she gave you a somber, almost apologetic smile handing your the small bag. You thanked her, closing the door and going into the bathroom.

You stood over the bathroom sink, your hands gripping the granite edges for dear life as you stared down at the three tests. All positive. It took you a few minutes of staring, rocking back and forth, for everything to sink in.

This was not how you planned it, it was never supposed to go like this. You and Gerard were going to take a break, settle down, have your first child and be together all through your pregnancy. Now you were both on huge tours promoting your new work, away from home for at least the next five months. 

You could feel warm tears stream down your cheeks, a small sniffle coming from your nose as you grabbed your phone. Reluctantly, you pressed on your husband’s name, pressing the small phone icon displayed underneath it. You put your face up to the screen slowly. Only a few rings and he answered.

“Hey Y/N/N,” He said, “What’s up.” It took you a few seconds, but you immediately bursted into sobs. “Baby? What’s wrong?” He spoke up, voice with lots of concern.

“Gee,” You began, sniffing again through the sobs, “I’m um- I’m pregnant.” You said. No one spoke for the next few seconds, complete silence on both ends of the line.

“Sweetie,” He said in a light voice, a small laugh following afterwards, “That’s great!” “No, Gerard, it isn’t.” You snapped, “We had all of this planned out perfectly, no one was going to know unless we wanted them to. But no, in the beginning of a fucking world tour this has to happen.” You raised your voice, “And I get it, this is gonna be a fucking walk in the park for you because you’re not here, and you don’t have to play in front of over 50,000 people every night in body tight suits. And you’re going to be separated from your pregnant wife. Life’s probably fucking perfect for you.” You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, but whatever it was it wasn’t pretty.

“What?” He asked, “You say it like we never wanted this. Sometimes things don’t go to plan Y/N.” He snapped back.

“Well they have to in our world Gerard!” You yelled, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, “We have our lives set out for the next six months. And this is a big deal, and something we can’t do right now.”

“So are you going to get an abortion? Are you going to put it into the adoption system?” He yelled back. You took a few moments to think.

“No.” You admitted, barely above a whisper, “Gee, I’m sorry.” You began sobbing again, your sad feeling taking over any angry one.

“No, sugar, I am.” He clarified with a sigh, “You’re going through a lot and I should be supporting you, not arguing.” “Well I kinda started it.” “And I shouldn’t have continued it.” He responded. “Honey, we’ll figure this out.” He insisted, “We’ll talk to your tour manager and everyone who needs to know, we’ll figure something out. Some way to hide it.” “Okay.” You said somberly.

“Give me a few minutes,” He said, “I’m going to figure out a way to get to you.” “Gee, you’re booked for the next fews months on tour.” “And so are you, but you’re also carrying our child right now.” He spoke back, “We’re going to figure it out, okay? We’re going to have a kid, and start a family, maybe a little off track from what we intended, but this is what we’ve wanted, right?” You nodded despite him not seeing you.

“Yeah, of course.” You calmed down. “This is what we’ve wanted.”

It took a full week for a plan to be made. A week of unnecessary stress and anxiety for everyone on your team who was high enough on the roster to know about the pregnancy. Not even your families or friends knew, everything right now was business.

Gerard managed to fly in during a three day break the band had, consoling your emotions during the time as you two began to discuss personal plans. There was a lot of crying, both tears of sadness and joy, as you two began to discuss where you would live most of the time, which room the baby would take, how to even handle a child.

You already knew the baby’s name, which could go for either a boy or girl: Shiloh Monet Way. You were still very unsure about planning to have a baby, but since your tour would end when the third trimester began, you would have at least a few months to plan and figure out everything.

Gerard had already talked to the guys and their managers about pushing back some of the dates so there was a month break for him to be home around the baby’s due date. At the very least he wanted to be with you while giving birth, but he also wanted to help both you and the baby recover.

New outfits and plans to completely hide your pregnancy were already in the working with your teams. It was like a completely undercover operation to keep both you and your child’s privacy to a fine tune. And of course. Gerard and the guys promised to not say anything at all, even a hint towards you being pregnant wouldn’t be dropped.

“I say we wait to tell our families and friends,” You admitted to your husband, the two of you on the hotel bed getting ready to go to a sound check. “Just in case anything happens. I mean, we have to tell our teams and the guys and stuff, which we did, but no one else.” He nodded.

“Just not for too long,” He said, “Or at least once we know that baby’s developing fine.” You nodded and sighed.

“I was hoping having our first child together wouldn’t be this stressful.” You admitted, almost shamefully in a way.

“It’s okay, sugar.” He put his hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “We’re going to make the best of it, okay? You have a little less than five months left on your tour and then I get to take a break. This’ll work out just fine.” You nodded, placing your head on his shoulder as you knew he was right.

“You make everything better, Gee.” You said, playing with his hand as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’ll do it for you, sweetheart.”

[tres-spades-hotel]

A King on Earth (Part 1)

The Primary Elections have come and gone with Zyglavis, Eisuke and Soryu coming out at top 3. But I think we all know who would have taken the top position in the elections...

The King of the Heavens!

And since Voltage have neglected to giving us a route for the King or even allowing us to vote for him as a character in the elections, I decided to satisfy our hunger with this story. Enjoy!

A/N -> This story uses an OC and the MC (whose name is Akito) from SCM.

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She didn’t know that such a powerful force could be so mischievous. Everyone calls him the trickster, even more so than Ichthys, who is known for being a prankster in the Heavens and on Earth. Olivia knows this all too well when Ichthys made her pull a string and Teorus’ bed collapsed through the floor of his room... while he was still laying on it. Olivia had only visited the Palace a few times since meeting the Gods. Humans are not allowed in the Heavens but that didn’t stop Olivia from thinking about it so much. Especially the King.

But what Olivia didn’t know, was that he was thinking of her too.

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I can’t believe I’ve gotten myself lost in the Palace. Every hallway looks the same! I don’t exactly know what compelled me to ask Zyglavis if I could accompany him to the Heavens. He gave me a lecture for half an hour in the mansion before the others stepped in to help me. All I wanted to do was look around and learn about the Heavens a bit, but Zyglavis practically bit my head off because of the request.

Instead, I asked if I could be of any help at least in the Departments. Both Wishes and Punishments got into an argument about whose side I would help and it went on for a long while. I left the living room due to all the noise when a door nearby opened. It was a large golden door, similar to doors described in mythology which led the way to paradise. A warm light beckoned me closer and I ended up stepping through. And… I found myself in front of the Palace.

If the others find me, Zyglavis will not spare me my life. But I don’t know my way and it’s hard to blend in with a crowd of Gods and Goddess’ when you’re a human. How do I get home?

My footsteps echo in an empty hallway with pillars. Nobody seems to be around. The pillars tower over ten times my height and engravings are etched into the surface of each one. They’re like hieroglyphs; a series of images showing the history of something or someone important. There is a man I have never seen before on one of the pillars. And on his head is a crown which looks oddly familiar…

More hallways appear and the frustration is getting to me. How can anyone know where they are going in this place?! I pass by another set of doors. And no sooner do I hear those doors open. I step backwards to see what’s inside and I see the throne room. Finally! A place that I do know in the Heavens!

There, sitting on the throne as majestic as any other royal, is the King of the Heavens with a smile on his face. I take a few steps into the room and the doors close behind me.

“Um hello! I’m honestly so glad I found somebody who I actually know.” Somehow, I’m filled with excitement when I see the King, so much that I forget that I am talking to a King.

He laughs in response to my misconduct.

“Ah I’m sorry! I shouldn’t really behave like this in front of you.” I clear my throat and try not to let my enthusiasm show but he smiles at me.

“I have no qualms with you acting as you wish. I would prefer it if you did.” His strong voice reverberates in the throne room as he declares his request.

I look at him for a moment before crossing my arms across my chest and saying “Hm, you’re bored, aren’t you?”

The King momentarily is surprised by my question but he quickly recovers his composure.

“Oh? You are quick to understand something so simple.”

I laugh and respond “Well, I can’t imagine it being fun sitting on a throne all day for thousands of years. It has been thousands of years, right?” I ask.

“More than that.” The King states with a smile and my eyes widen slightly.

“Well, you don’t look a day over 30 your highness!” I say. We both look at each other and burst out laughing at my funny comment.

“Thank you, Olivia. I will accept your gracious compliment.”

“Haha, you’re welcome. By the way, what do you do as a King anyway?” I ask, and the King thinks for a moment. I cannot help but admire the King’s beauty as he sits majestically on the throne while thinking of a response. While I know all the Gods and Goddess’ in the Heavens are beautiful, including the Department of Wishes and Punishments, they do not compare to the King himself. His luscious hair and graceful movements and gorgeous gown is enough to make anyone insecure. There’s a self-confidence that only the King can show off. It does not go past him that I was staring and he smirks slightly to which I blush in response.

“I will admit, being the King of the Heavens is not as exciting as it seems.” He finally answers.

“Is it not like being a king on Earth?”

The King shakes his head. “Earth Kings have many responsibilities to uphold because their kingdom is not truly in their hands. The Heavens, on the other hand, works to maintain balance on its own. I merely keep things in order for the natural process to not be disturbed. The Heavens only exist in nature and nature can exist for itself without interference from humans or gods alike. I may maintain the balance of the Heavens and Earth but the Heavens can exist without me, if such a situation arose.”

His explanation moves me. I remember Leon telling me that the Heavens do not contain anything man-made or anything that does not already exist in nature. So the King’s reason is understandable.

“I suppose that is why you’re always messing with the gods? Because you’re bored?” I laugh.

“Yes, that is quite true. My position is only a title, the reality is that it is very dull being the king.”

I cannot help but burst out laughing at the King’s complaining. “You sound like you enjoy that.”

“Very funny. Did you know, humans are not allowed in the Heavens.” When he says this as a statement, I stop laughing and straighten up.

“Um, yes. About that…”

“Stepping through mysterious doors. Human curiosity never ceases to amaze me.” The King’s knowing smile tells me that he is not angry at me.

“I just wanted to see the Heavens. And Zygalvis didn’t particularly like the idea.”

“He loves obeying the rules and laws. And it is true a human cannot simply walk into the Heavens similar to a walk in the park.”

“Then what was that door that I walked through?” I ask.

“I opened it for you.”

“You did?!” My mouth opens wide when the King says this. He laughs at my reaction and continues.

“You have many wishes. One of them being, a visit to see the Heavens.”

“Haha, I can’t expect anything else from you your highness.”

“Of course.”

That is when I get an idea.

“Your highness, when was the last time you went down to Earth?”

The King once again looked surprised at my question.

“It… has been quite a long time since I left the Heavens.” The King answered but he seemed amused, nonetheless.

I clap my hands together in delight. “Then, let’s go down to Earth! I can show you around Tokyo, and we can see the sights and eat tons of food!” I say excitedly but the King looks at me with shock. Or just more amusement.

“Of all the years I have been the King of the Heavens, I have never heard of a human making such a demand of me before.”

“Oh come on! It’ll be fun! You just said that you’re bored anyway. And when are you ever going to go down to Earth? As a King, you should visit Earth every once in a while, to see how we humans are doing.”

“I can do that perfectly fine here, in my throne room.”

My frustration begins to return with the King’s responses, although, I can tell that he is enjoying the spectacle.

“Seeing is not the same as experiencing it in person.”

“You say this from your own experience?” He asks.

“Yes.” Then I have another idea, and I take a deep breath.

“Fine. Then let’s make a deal. I’ll take you on a trip to Earth, and you in return will give me a tour of the Heavens.”

The King stares at me. It is silent for a while that I start to fidget under the King’s intense gaze. He seems to be thinking over the idea for a long while before he eventually makes up his mind.

“I will accept this deal of yours, Olivia. I look forward to what you have planned.”

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Shelter Chapter 1 by shawnie1718 (me) on ao3

Drummer!Lucas/Model!Eliott

Omega!Lucas/Alpha!Eliott

It’s that fateful Instagram story which helps connect a certain Omega and a certain Alpha.

(Someone asked me if I posted it on my tumblr because they couldn’t see the photos so here we are!)

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It was that fateful Instagram story that Lucas’s friend Yann had posted which would later change Lucas’s life. It was only fifteen seconds long. The video itself was jerky and fuzzy, so it didn’t do much in the viewing department. But there in the center of the frame was Lucas, jamming out in the street with bins scattered around him. The jamming session had been totally unprompted. Lucas and Yann had walked up to a street performer as he was playing on his “set of drums.” Lucas had commented something which prompted the performer to ask “would you like to play?” Lucas hesitated and it was Yann who actually pushed him to perform. So Lucas got up there and began to play a simple beat, pretty soon mixing it up and playing more advanced rhythms. Lucas thinks he looks stupid in the video, with his backpack slung around his back and hair flopping around as he jumped. But Yann argues that “that’s what gives it character!” And of course his friend claims that he brought on Lucas’s rise to fame.

Lucas’s following on Instagram blew up when the video went viral. Everyone began wondering who the sexy drummer was that could create awesome rhythms totally unprompted. So, Lucas decided to feed a growing fan base a video of him playing the drums upside down. What else was a man to do? The internet went wild. Lucas didn’t really understand why, but he took it. Lucas then did a follow up video as a thank you, and decided to share with his fans his love for playing guitar and singing.

Thus, he earned the title of the “French Cutie Who Can Do Anything.”

Then came the night Lucas and Yann had been chilling in Lucas’s apartment (which he shares with two other people. Yann always gets upset at him for not getting an apartment of his own “since you have enough money!” But Lucas likes sharing a space. Plus, living with another Alpha and Omega is comforting.) He had been on multiple press tours by this point, and had just finished with his USA tour which hit the main cities such as LA and New York. But it felt nice to be back in Paris, in his apartment, nursing a crappy beer with a French TV show on in the background.

He was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, Yann doing the same but on the other side of the couch, when he suddenly got a notification. Lucas frowned, he thought he had his push notifications for Instagram turned off. He slid over to his messages and read the profile name. Srodulv? How do you even pronounce that? Sro-deulv? Shrodulvsjdn? Like what?

Lucas shoved his phone into his friends face, “do you recognize that name?”

Yann narrowed his eyes at the screen, “the ‘srodulv’ one?” Lucas gaped at him, how did he pronounce that so well? Yann continued, “nah, but you can click on the profile.”

Lucas was about to protest but Yann beat him to it, already tapping on the phone screen to pull up the account. Yann shoved Lucas’s phone back into his face before going back to continue mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. Lucas went immediately to the profile picture and ho- holy shit this guy was hot. His eyes trailed down to the bio where it read “elite model/actor 🇮🇹” Ah well that explains the hotness level.

Lucas continued scrolling to look through the photos. It was obvious the guy was an Alpha, from his air of confidence to his rather dominant features, like how tall he was or his sharp jawline. I bet that jawline could cut glass... Lucas shook himself out of his thoughts and decided to start from the bottom. It started off with some odd posts that didn’t seem to really fit together, some drawing and some videos of old animations. But slowly it turned into more headshots and posts of that sort, probably as he became more into his modeling career. Lucas clicked on one post which caught his eye. Lucas wasn’t sure if he was drooling as he looked into the steely gray eyes. Jesus, is he even real?

Lucas meant to click on the exit button, once, twice. You liked the picture! Lucas felt his heart stop. Nooooo. He looked down to see the date. Lucas wanted to chuck his phone at the wall. Three years ago. Fuck. No getting out of this one.

Lucas began panicking and hitting Yann on the shoulder “bro, mec, ow abuse!” Yann yelled. Lucas ignored his friends remark and shoved his phone back into his friends hands. Yann took a few moments to catch up through evaluating the phone. There was no way Lucas could voice what he had just done. He was too busy trying to fold in on himself. He heard Yann laugh and mumble a “duuude...”

“No, no!” Lucas said frantically and grabbed the phone from his friend, “don’t ‘duuude’ me! HELP me!”

Yann shrugged, “I mean, he’s a model right? He probably gets thousands of likes a day. He probably didn’t even notice.”

That helped calm Lucas a little. Yeah, maybe he didn’t notice. His hopes were crushed, however, when we got another notification. @srodulv sent you a message!

Lucas hovered over the message for a few minutes, really it felt like centuries, before deciding to open it. He first saw the photo @srodulv had sent him. It was a drawing of a small hedgehog sitting at a set of drums, spikes going everywhere. And another small sketch of the same hedgehog with a guitar in hand. Lucas smiled at the photo despite his efforts to repress his smile. He then looked down to see the next message

@srodulv: like what you see?

Lucas wanted to go run...somewhere. No, what he really wanted to do was to just crater in on himself until he was nonexistent.

“Shit, he just messaged me again.” Lucas finally mentioned to his friend.

Yann huffed and sat up from his position on the couch to look over at the phone.

“So? Message him back?”

“Are you crazy?” Lucas squeaked.

Yann laughed, “uh, no. I mean, he’s a model right? Maybe being his friend could help boost your career!” Lucas eyes his friend, “also not that I’d date him, but man those eyes...”

“Okay, okay, get off me.” Lucas said grumpily and shoved his friend off his shoulders.

Lucas hadn’t really been into anyone ever since his crush on Yann. He still wasn’t out to his friends, or the internet. (Though he will say the internet is onto him. They are much smarter than his friends. The internet has speculated that he’s actually an omega despite the fact that he uses suppressants. They help him appear more beta like, especially in person.) He’s come to terms with his sexuality and secondary gender himself, but taking the step into the public eye is a large step. Well, more like a large jump. Especially with how much his life is on display to the world.

When he first presented as an Omega at 15, he was scared. He saw what happened to his mom, who was also an Omega. He loves his mom, he really really does. But he just doesn’t want to end up like her. So, he started taking suppressants. Luckily, his dad wasn’t against getting the prescription, because he was ashamed of having a male Omega as a son. So they agreed to keep that secret between them. That is, until Lucas moved in with Mika. He had to tell him about his secondary gender mainly because of his heats. That would have been a rude awakening for Mika if he were to walk in on Lucas. Lucas usually forces himself into heat, which means he stops taking his suppressants every couple months and sets aside a week for it to happen. He hates his heats. He hates how he becomes so needy, but at the same time he wishes he had an Alpha who could actually satisfy that neediness. Braving heats alone is not an easy task. Every time, it feels like his inner Omega is trying to rip itself from his skin, clawing at it, whining constantly. But it’s better than having an Alpha to control his every move.

Lucas pulls himself out of his thoughts and glances at his friend who is back on his phone, watching...is that a compilation video of dogs catching frisbees?

Lucas takes a deep breath, opening up Instagram.

@lucallemant: well I like the drawing. I suppose the artist isn’t bad to look at either.

He sets his phone to the side, heart pounding. Suddenly, his phone bings. He wasn’t expecting a response so quickly.

@srodulv: I would hope not.

Lucas felt like punching himself in the face he was so anxious.

@lucallemant: so...why a hedgehog?

@srodulv: maybe because someone always has such unruly hair. And maybe because someones nose just looks so boop-able.

Lucas is glad @srodulv let’s the change of subject slip by. But did he just say his nose was...boop-able?

@lucallemant: excuse me, what did you just say?

@srodulv: I think you heard what I said.

@lucallemant: heard? I didn’t hear anything?

@srodulv: you know what I meant! You’re mean... :(

@lucallemant: haha I’m sorry I’m sorry.

@srodulv: so do you accept my compliment on your nose?

Lucas smiled to himself, pretending to rub at his lips to make it seem discreet.

@lucallemant: I suppose I have to. And may I have the honor of knowing the name of the person who gave me such a nice compliment?

@srodulv: where are my manners?! I’m Eliott

@lucallemant: Lucas. Though I suppose you already knew that.

@srodulv: at least I know now for sure that your name is really Lucas. Not just “French Cutie Who Can Do Anything.”

@lucallemant: oh god that is going to haunt me forever, isn’t it?

@srodulv: haha I’m afraid so.

Lucas pauses before saying: so you’re a model then? What’s a model doing drawing ME of all people in fan art.

@srodulv: cmon if anyone deserves fan art it’s you!

Lucas blushes and tries to swipe it away before Yann sees.

@srodulv: I suppose I draw because it’s an outlet of some kind.

@lucallemant: that’s awesome. Well, since my fursona is apparently a hedgehog, do I get to know yours?

@srodulv: haha you know I would like to think of them more as soul animals, but thanks for that thought. My “fursona” is a raccoon.

@lucallemant: a raccoon?

@srodulv: yeah! They wear masks. 🦝

“Dude, quit smiling at your phone like that. You’re freaking me out.” Yann mumbles from beside Lucas, pulling him out of his little Eliott and Instagram bubble.

“Sorry...” Lucas said before letting his gaze trail back on his phone. He saw Yann roll his eyes, but Lucas just brushed it off.

@lucallemant: so how did a model such as yourself stumble upon me?

@srodulv: I couldn’t let a pretty face like yours slip away, could I?

@lucallemant: try again, this time without flirting.

@srodulv: ouch getting called out lol. But I suppose I was in a rough patch and your video sort of helped pull me out.

@lucallemant: which video?

@srodulv: that’s a surprise ;)

Lucas lets a smile take up his lips. His eyes drifted up to the time. Holy- it’s already 1:30 am? He’s gotta go to bed. Classes tomorrow. Thanks college.

@lucallemant: I have to go :( classes early tomorrow.

@srodulv: aw man, you’re still in high school?

@lucallemant: college actually

@srodulv: oh! What are you studying? (Last question for the night and then I’ll have to come to terms with our conversation ending D: )

Lucas snorted a laugh: I’m a bio major. (And I’m sorryyy! I wish I could keep talking too)

@srodulv: then show me how sorry you are. Meet me in Paris when I get back from Japan?

Lucas chewed at his bottom lip. Should he trust this guy? He is an Alpha...

But what’s the worst that could happen...right? Eliott seems like a nice enough guy. Lucas lets his inner Omega instincts take over on deciding what to do.

@lucallemant: sounds like a plan. When do you get back?

@srodulv: it’s a date! I get back in a month!

@lucallemant: looking forward to it. Goodnight, E.

@srodulv: goodnight, Lulu.

Lucas hugs his phone to his chest.

It’s a date!

[creideamhgradochas]

Thanks to the lovely @interestedbystanderwrites​ for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely Cass, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?

Ha! I was a teenager and it was Backstreet Boys – and smut didn’t exist the same way it does now but that’s another opinion for another day. What I wrote then was cutesy and romantic, probably because that was what I was daydreaming about, I guess. Just a reminder that my blog is NSFW if you’re under 18.

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I think I can get more depth from an OC but you also risk the Mary-Sue and you may pigeonhole your OC in race, sexuality etc. That can really open a can of worms with the reader, which is wholly understandable. Reader inserts are great in the way you can make it 100% person to the reader. They should imagine themselves (if that’s their choice) and not feel that the writer has alienated them in any way somehow but it is still difficult to please everybody.

3) What is your favorite genre to write for?

I like fluff – I like things that make you smile at the end, give the reader a little cuddle to maybe brighten their day.

4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

One that never made my masterlist – a Spider-Man super angst titled “How Long Do You Want to be Loved?”. I thought it as okay, pretty good even – but I guess people just want Bucky or Sebastian smut haha I hear you all!

5) When is your preferred time to write?

Morning when the little guy is napping ☺ Evening is hard because it’s when I play adulting catch up… or try not to fall asleep on the couch.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

I have a very overactive imagination, always have. And for most of my fics, I guess it’s pretty obviously the beautiful aesthetics of Sebastian Stan and to a lesser extent, Bucky Barnes.

7) In your Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Chapters 27 and 28 of TOFWYA – more so 28 as you get a pretty interesting insight into Sasha’s and Sebastian’s ways of coping when they’re out of sync. Long story short, they’re a mess.

8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Luckily – none! The joys of a smolblog maybe?

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

I love writing for Buckster – he’s a complex devil and has a lot of layers to work with and a body to die for. Thumbs up for the material, Sebastian.

10) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

As per mentioned before – Peter Parker. That fic scarred me.

11) How did you come up with the title for the Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series?

It’s actually a song lyric as are the first few chapter titles: Belinda Carlisle – Valentine

I made a rule about you, I made a plan // For getting my feet back on the ground // Bury my face in clouds, for hours on end // But time only flies when you're around

12) How did you come up with the idea for the Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series?

I was just writing some stuff, pissfarting around and all of a sudden I’d written something similar to what Chapter 22 ended up being and that’s how it all began. 150k words of nonsense really.

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Many – but there is a long Bucky multichap fic that deserves more of my attention. As his story has evolves via MCU, the story has changed a little.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

I write one shots to TOFWYA, I don’t think I could write the sequel to it though. I’ve considered a full fic for Take Me to the Water but I doubt I will for an AU. Any sequels will be little one shots so at this stage, there is nothing planned.

15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

I ended Next Year very kitsch – I regret the last sentence as it currently is: You gave him a small smile, overwhelmed by his words. “I love you too, Bucky Barnes.” Blurgh.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

How much time do you have for me to talk about @whostheblondegirlwriting​? Truly. My fandom soul mate. We are separated by far too many kilometres and time zones, but between her job and me mummying, we’re chatting at all hours of the day. She is a true gem and I adore her.

17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Luckily, it’s not available on A03 or Tumblr, but it’s still online elsewhere because I thought about it a few weeks ago – it was a Lords of Dogtown fic… and it was not good. Saying that, anything before that I would cringe at anything I’d written anyway ha!

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Definitely music or the sound of the baby monitor that I find quite soothing.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Argh. “How Long Do You Want to be Loved” messed me up. Too many parental feels.

20) Which part of your Time Only Flies When You’re Around Series was the hardest to write?

The proposal. I went over it a thousand times. I thought, should it be romantic, should it be grand, should it be this or that? How it happened, just a couple in love, in the city they love, being themselves just seemed to fit when it finally came together.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I occasionally outline – but mostly I just write, write, write and then start toying with it afterwards. I’m constantly chopping and changing, but I’m not pedantic about planning. It isn’t that kind of fic. Other multichaps I put a bit more planning and emphasis on.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction?

You’re only as good as your last fic and its reblogs. If you’re going to get hung up on likes/reblogs/comments, you’ll never publish something again. But it can be bloody disheartening at times.

23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Time Only Flies When You’re Around? Haha busted my ass on that beast for over a year. It has the hits but likes and comments are encouraging when received. When. I always considered publishing it on Tumblr, but I don’t know. It’s freely available on A03.

24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Smut talks – I think Heatstroke is a little silly. But it gets hits.

25) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Nope – any characters, inc OC’s are all fictional. I don’t know if I could handle people in my real life if they were like my OC’s!

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Any body that takes the time to leave a ‘yes!’, ‘omg’ to paragraphs of reiterating your story back to you – it’s amazing! Taking the time to leave a writer a comment makes our day.

27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

It still makes me laugh when I read it, not quite verbatim but it was along the lines of ‘I loved this fic but it’s gone a total 180. I’ll see how you continue but you know, I’m probably out of here’. While I know you can’t please anyone, it’s a strange comment. I’m old enough to appreciate constructive criticism. This was neither here nor there, but still hilarious!

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Back to my love, @whostheblondegirlwriting, we’re constantly taunting the other or beta’ing each others stuff when we have time to help the other (let alone write our own stuff!).

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

In real life? No. On this hellsite? I have made some amazing writing friends!

30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?

Ollie in TOFWYA – she’s a completely stereotypical New Yorker, brash, in your face and on the other hand, Sasha’s best friend in the world and they’d do anything for each other. If you knew Ollie in real life, you’d absolutely hate her.

31) What spurs you on during the writing process?

People simply enjoying your work and letting you know is the most amazing aphrodisiac. I’ll never stop writing – whether it’s for myself or for other people to enjoy. Don’t ever be scared to let a writer know if you’ve enjoyed their work or if you haven’t, a writer should be able to accept your constructive criticism and will probably appreciate your feedback if you take the time to provide it respectfully! If you’re going to go on anon and talk shit, just don’t bother. It’s boring, childish and completely unoriginal. Shows true testament to your personality offline.

32) What’s your favorite trope to write?

Friends to Lovers. THEY WERE FRIENDS AND NOW THEY ARE… LOVERS!

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

Not a clue – but will assume it’s Backstreet Boys-related!

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Smut will get you the hits but fluff is forever.

[lolwhenwilliever]

I Swear to Drunk I’m Not God

A/N - So I got inspired by and dedicate this short piece of fluff for @/jooheonday (instagram) because I just think she’s great and her instagram account is heaven. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Jooheon x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mention of alcohol use

Word count: 1958

It was a very usual Friday afternoon, you had just gotten home from school and were more than ready to chill at home for the weekend, looking forward to the regular movie night with your boyfriend. Stood just outside your apartment, you were digging through your bag for the keys, when your phone started ringing. After stepping inside, you dropped the bag on the floor and took the still ringing phone out of the pocket of your jacket. On the screen was your boyfriend’s name. It was unusual for him to call during the day, he and the boys were busy practising for most of the day so he’d rather send texts if he needed to. Even though suspicious and slightly worried, you cleared your throat and answered the call.

“Hi Hunnie.”

“Hello princess, how are you?” Jooheon seemed to be in a good mood, you could hear his dimpled smile in his voice.

“Uh, good. You?” you answered, still a bit sceptical.

“Great! So listen, I know it’s our movie night tonight but me and the members were thinking of going for a few drinks after work today... The promotions for ‘Jealousy’ just ended and we thought it would be nice to celebrate.”

“Oh, yeah sure, go have fun! Just let me know if you’re staying over at Minhyuk’s again or something.”

“Yes!!! Thanks babe, you’re the best! I promise I’ll make this up to you later. Bye!”

His excitement made you chuckle. It wasn’t like you restricted Jooheon’s free time, not at all, but nevertheless he was so glad that you were so understanding. To be honest, of course you were a bit disappointed but on the bright side, being alone for the night meant some peaceful me-time.

After what was the most relaxing bath you’ve had in ages and a tasty meal of delivery pizza, you decided to put on a movie. You’d seen it for a couple of times now, but it was one of your favorites and therefore never got boring.

Suddenly you were shaken awake when the door closed loudly. Blinking a few times, you realized that you had started to doze off in the middle of the movie, and now the credits were rolling. Noises coming from the front door indicated that Jooheon had arrived, and was now wrestling with his shoelaces.

“Honey, I’m home!” he exclaimed all of a sudden, and jumped on the couch next to you, going in for a bear hug. When a whiff of beer overtook your senses, you instantly pushed him away.

“What’s wrong?” he pouted.

“You smell,” you whined, making an exaggeratedly disgusted face.

“Oh, sorry,” Jooheon moved to sit a bit further away.

You kind of felt bad for him. He was so affectionate and loved skinship, especially when you two were alone. Not to mention when he was drunk, the koala mode would go from active to full on overdrive.

“How about you go take a shower? I’ll cuddle you after that.”

Jooheon's eyes widened in glee and he almost ran to the bathroom. Soon you heard the water running and some bits and pieces of lyrics being sung, meanwhile you decided to change into a pyjama and clean the place up a bit. Just when you were finding the right case for the DVD, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

“(Y/N)!!!”

You sighed. “Whaaat do you waaant?”

“Come wash my hair!” Jooheon stuck his head out of the bathroom door and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Haha, funny. No thanks.”

Another, rather adorable, pout. “Fine.”

When he was done, Jooheon came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and started looking for you, first from the living room, then kitchen. Finally he entered the bedroom, where you had already moved to after being done tidying up. You were laying on the bed, facing away from him, so he tried to cling onto you with a back hug. This made you screech in horror.

"You're still dripping wet!"

You tried hitting him with your pillow, but it didn't do much damage. Jooheon just laughed before turning around and obediently dried himself up properly, changing the towel into a pair of pyjama pants he had brought to your apartment, in cases like these where he would suddenly decide to stay overnight. Then he crammed himself on the bed, half on top you.

"Jesus, dude! You weigh a little more than a feather."

Jooheon muttered an apology and moved to lay on his back next to you. He pulled you closer so you would lay against his bare chest, showering your forehead and hair with little pecks and making you giggle.

“What’s all this?”

“I’m just really happy right now,” he simply answered.

“That’s nice. Why?”

“Because! I’m cuddling with my favorite person in the world!” He sounded offended that the answer wasn’t as obvious to you as it was to him. But seeing him act like that only made him look cuter, so why not continue teasing a bit longer.

“Wow, that’s an honorary title. Am I really #1? Even over Changkyun?”

A short silence. “Even over him,” he then said, dead serious. It made you laugh way too much, to the point that when you tried to control it you ended up snorting loudly. Jooheon looked at you before bursting into laughter as well. When you calmed down from your laughing fit, you noticed your boyfriend staring down at you with a warm smile.

“Your laugh is beautiful.”

“Yeah, right, there’s nothing more attractive than sounding like a pig.”

“Shut up, I’m complimenting you!”

And there was no stopping him now. Jooheon loved to make you feel loved, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it at all. It was just that once drunk Jooheon had started he wouldn’t let anything stop him from telling you how wonderful you were, even if you thanked him and returned the compliments a thousand times. The best solution you had came up with so far was just to be quiet except for occational acknowledging and letting him rant until he ran out of superlatives.

“Not only your laugh, but also your singing is so beautiful. You could make the most hideous noise you could muster and I would want to listen to it until I went deaf. And your hair. It compliments your eye color perfectly. Not that I would think you were ugly if if didn’t. If your hair was like... poop coloured, you’d still own it. Totally. Actually you’re just very gorgeous both inside and outside. You’re so sweet and accepting and really good at what you do, I wish I was as talented as you.”

“Jooheon, you’re literally a celebrity. You’re one of the best rappers out there.”

“Shh! This is not about me. You rock.”

As his last statement, he said “You’re so amazing, I can’t believe I got you. In fact, I can’t believe you chose me!”

Finally, he shut up. You did appreciate his efforts in making you feel more confident about yourself, but most of the time one compliment would’ve been perfectly enough.

For the next 10 minutes you two just laid there, in a silence that was surprisingly comforting, you playing with Jooheon’s fingers while he rubbed your back with his free hand. You were quite sure he even almost fell asleep a couple of times, since you could feel his breathing slow down for moments. After a while he spoke up again, this time sounding like he was hesitating.

“(Y/N).”

“Mmh?”

A pause. He was probably trying his best to pull his thoughts together. Or trying really hard not to fall asleep mid sentence.

“I’m in love with you.”

A sentence so short, so gently delivered carried enough intensity to freeze you momentarily. You hadn't said that to each other yet. Surely, he must not have realized he had said it out loud, since you were both aware of how much that meant to the both of you and it was a silent, mutual decision that you wouldn’t say it lightheartedly. You turned to look up at Jooheon, resting on your other elbow and tried to understand what was going through that man’s head. But he was just grinning sheepishly at you, like his feelings for you had been an acknowledged fact for centuries.

Without you even having to think about it, the feeling hit you like a truck. Suddenly you weren’t unsure in the slightest that your feelings for him weren’t just as strong. A little too harshly, you crashed your lips against his for a passionate kiss, hoping actions would speak louder than words. You soon felt Jooheon cupping your cheeks and kissing you back, before pulling away and smiling at you, blush creeping up to his cheeks.

And what would be a more appropriate way to ruin the mood than you failing to fight back a huge yawn. Luckily Jooheon only thought it was the cutest thing in the world. He gave you a quick peck to let you know he understood you, and pulled a blanket over your bodies before continuing to rub your back and letting the both of you drift into peaceful unconsciousness.

Jooheon woke up to his personal heaven of you running your fingers through his hair. He smiled but didn’t want to open his eyes yet, he wanted this blissful moment to continue a little longer.

“Please don’t change your hair style again. I love this one the most,” you whispered to him.

He let out a short chuckle. “If that’s what you want princess.”

“And there’s something else I wanted to let you know. I love you too.”

Jooheon jerked awake and sat up on the bed. “What?! Aww babe, I wanted to be the first one to say that. I’ve been planning the perfect scenario for weeks!”

“You did say it first though, so, congratulations,” you shrugged.

“No, you just did. Just now.”

“Nope, you did last night, you idiot. Don’t you remember?” you asked, crossing your arms. Now you felt a bit stupid for being so starstruck by his confession, did he truly mean it that much if he didn’t even remember saying it?

Apologizing, your boyfriend carefully asked you to remind him, and you did while watching Jooheon’s ears turn more and more red, shade by shade as you went through the course of events that happened last night.

“Oh geez.... I didn’t mean for it to come out of my mouth so carelessly. I guess I just couldn’t hold it in any longer,” Jooheon explained, half nervous, half excited that he could finally tell you how much you meant to him.

Seeing his pure reaction you questioned yourself, how could you ever doubt his honesty? You sighed, disappointed at yourself. Jooheon noticed, and decided to lift the mood up a bit.

“Hey, at least I didn’t follow Minhyuk’s “super fun idea”, so be happy you didn’t have to suffer through the aftermath of that prank...”

“What?” Your eyes widened in surprise. Minhyuk’s prank ideas were never as harmless as he insisted they were. Last time it took you three days to get the slime out of your hair. Jooheon just grinned at you mischievously.

“Nothing! I’ll go make breakfast.”

He placed a quick smooch on your cheek before escaping into the kitchen, leaving you to wonder why on earth these guys never grow into adults.

After a few minutes the smell of delicious bacon flowed into the room. You streched and threw on your morning robe. Before entering the kitchen, you thought to yourself:

“I’m gonna have to talk to Minhyuk about this... Or his mom. Or his real mom, but I think Kihyun will do just fine.”

[strungup-strungout]

#1 | My Czech Republic Trip

First Blog Post..

I can hear you saying “this is the year 2017, who even creates or writes a blog”… well hello! I love expressing my opinions and since I do not use Twitter anymore, I needed an outlet where I can talk/vent about things. I thought of blogging, obviously. What will be on this blog? My life. Without further ado, I want to get my first post going. Today(tonight) I will be talking about Bee, my trip to the Czech Republic, meeting Bee, sightseeing, the tournament, your questions, my doubts, the good, the bad… Let’s go!

We all have our dreams and goals. When you put my dream job and the places I want to see, and the dream of becoming the person I want to be aside, my biggest dream was meeting Bee. I think it’s the kind of dream most people would mock having, by most people I mean the people who never lived the fangirl/boy life. First of all, I want to talk about the costs, because I know money is the only thing stopping some of us from going to these kinds of trips weekly. To give brief information, I’m a third year university student, I work part-time at a library, and receive no help from my parents (personal choice.) So I am assuring you, I am not going to 10 tournaments every year and visiting a new country every month. This was such a new experience for me. I had been to Istanbul Cup and the WTA Finals in Istanbul previously, but going to another country for tennis is a completely new experience. I paid 80 euros for Schengen Visa (you might not need a visa for your trip), I paid 920 liras (230 euros) for the round-trip flights from Turkish Airlines. There were cheaper flights (for 138 euros round trip) which I completely accidentally ignored so that was pure stupidity. The tournament was for free, so luckily I didn’t pay for tickets. For accommodation, I was extremely lucky to have one of the bestest people in the world hosting me, I really felt home and welcomed. For the other expenses like transportation and food, if you don’t do shopping and buy things you don’t actually need, 150 euros should be enough for 10 days. I’m assuming you’ll have fancy food for a day or two. So there’s that.

The sightseeing… As I said, I was very lucky to have my friend Jana hosting me. She took me to amazing places. We drove to Bee’s hometown Plzen, which was something I was looking forward to. Even though I sounded like I didn’t like Plzen when Bee asked me about it, I have to say this city is beautiful. We tasted beer at the Brewery, went to the main square, climbed the worst tower but luckily it had an amazing view of the city, then we went to a cute café which we randomly found on our way back to the car. We went to the Hluboka Castle, I have to say it is one of the most beautiful buildings I’ve ever seen in my life. The town is also very small and beautiful. Coming from a city that is more populated than the entire Czech Republic, even Prague felt like a small town to me, but I have to say I deeply fell in love with every single place we went to. In Prague we went to all of the main touristic attractions I think. I found the Astronomical Clock very boring but other than that I enjoyed this city too much and I am afraid I am now in love with this country.

The tournament. I think it was a very well organised, neat tournament with a great venue. The tickets were for free so that is obviously a huge plus. It is very easy to meet players, or to have a conversation with them (as long as they are willing to lol.) The main stadium is great, I also loved watching matches at the outer courts. The food is also OK, personally I struggled a lot because I am not used to the local cuisine and I don’t eat pork. So I had to eat Lays and drink Pepsi on the first day, and for the rest of the week I had the official tournament cocktail (which was absolutely amazing), and counted hours so we could leave and I could get food haha. The problem with free tickets is that the stadium fills up quickly, especially for the matches of the Czech players. You can’t leave the stadium before Bee plays for example, because if you leave, you face the extremely long queue of people waiting to be admitted inside the stadium where there are zero empty seats left. If I had to pee, I had to to wait for Bee’s match to be over. And we had to arrive at 10am to snatch front row seats, for a match that starts at 1pm for example. That is hours of sitting under the sun (Well sun only shows up for 2 minutes here so it wasn’t such a big problem. It was just very, very tiring.) But to sum up, it is an amazing tournament, and if you like the entry list you should definitely visit.

The Bee. First of all, I have a huge thank you for her and I think it would mean much more if it was directed at her, so here it goes. Bára, thank you. Lol that was such a lame start. I am thinking of more things to say but only thank you comes to my mind. I guess now I can relate to you thanking me five thousand times since day 1 because sometimes there really isn’t anything else to say. Thank you. Thank you for accepting the support I try to give you. Thank you for always taking the time to read what I have to say, even when they are footlong paragraphs. Thank you for letting me pick you up after a bad loss, thank you for picking me up after a bad day. Thank you for making me feel loved as a person and not only as a fan. Thank you for sharing your happiness with me.  Thank you for being excited to finally meet me. Thank you for the hug. I know that is a lot to ask from a Czech person. Thank you for the hearts. Thank you for feeling bad when you don’t respond to me. I feel bad too. *snort* Thank you. The support, you know..continues. Always. I know I said it a million times before. It is an honour to be your fan. Thank you for having me in your journey. Thank you for telling me it would be a much harder one without me. Thank you for the fast reply when I told you I couldn’t sleep. Thank you for our DM conversation which sometimes looks like I am sending sentimental messages to myself. Thank you for realising that you have to respond sometimes. Thank you for always writing me long, thought-out messages. Thank you for always taking my support first. You are loved, and supported. Even if you get broken while serving for the set/match every single time, lose tiebreaks from 5-0 at 6:40am and basically kill me, and always miss the volley at break point.

The questions… I think so far I answered all of them. The meeting was beautiful. Bee was practicing with JJ which killed me because I was having so many feelings about it. I also got a selfie with JJ and my eyes are closed on it. That’s why I ended up taking 4 selfies with Bee actually in my first try. Imagine if my eyes were closed on them I would have stabbed myself. Did we talk? Yes we talked. Well she talked and I gave stupid responses because I was simultaneously dying. At some point I blurted out something like “sdfjdjferwer??” and she was like ????. *snort again* She was so attentive and it made my heart burst from happiness. At some point she was talking about how sad Plzen is as a city I mean that is so cute and so random. TBH I never imagined we would talk about that you know. Which reminds me that I wasn’t the only nervous person and she seemed like she was slightly nervous too. It was very cute. I think a moment I can never forget in my life was when she walked directly towards me after her practice as if we were friends that hadn’t seen each other for a while. I hope she will never read this post this is embarrassing lmao. I won’t go into every single detail because that is actually creepy, guys. But I know that’s what everyone really wants to read. The bee glasses are a different story. I saw them at a store and pointed them to Jana and we both fell in love. I’m shy for these kinds of things so she bought for herself and I didn’t. I couldn’t wear them at Bee’s match for example. I am introverted and weird. But then I turned back to buy a pair for Bára, without a doubt. The next day, I forgot the glasses at home. Bára saw Jana’s glasses and complimented them from afar, I was like fffssss I am so stupid. That day we didn’t end up meeting Bára, which was totally fine I think back to back would have killed what’s left of me. The next day, Jana dragged me to Bára’s post match practice. “Dragged” because I didn’t think I could handle meeting her again :D  Anyways I gave her the glasses and her eyes shined like a little kid eating ice cream. Making her happy really makes me happy. It was such a beautiful moment. She screamed BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. <3

The doubts, the good, the bad… It was a tough week for me on a personal level. I constantly felt like the worst daughter ever because of the money I spent (even though I was spending my own money) and I felt like I couldn’t care enough for my father who had a heart attack. He doesn’t live with us in Istanbul, and I couldn’t make the time to go all the way down south to visit him with this trip upcoming. Then I had to call him for money because I spent more than I planned to and I was out of funds. I am not embarrassed to say that day involved some tears, with Bára’s contribution because she did a really, really stupid thing I won’t say here. I am sure from her POV it is not as stupid as it is, but really, it was such bad decision-making from her. It’s all fine now. <3

The end….I want to thank Jana. I told her I would write two pages to thank her actually but she will just have to do with a paragraph for now. I am the luckiest person in the world because I genuinely think I am surrounded by the best friends possible, and she is one of them. Thank you for hosting me. Thank you for loving me as a person. For defending me. Protecting me even from the people I don’t need protecting. Thank you for the McDonald’s’. Thank you for sharing everything you have with me. Thank you for 10/10 crisis management, thank you for always making sure I was well fed. Thank you for being the grown up (well, you are older.) Thank you for not hating me even though I constantly dragged you. Thank you for pushing me when I was too shy to do half of the things we did. Thank you for never judging me. Thank you for accepting me as the biggest sneaky bitch you’ve ever met. Thank you for telling me I have a huge heart. Thank you for this trip. It was a pleasure. I cannot wait to see you again. Thank you for your lifetime friendship and constant support.

Sorry for this long post and let’s hope I won’t forget the fact that I have a blog! Until next time.

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Lyn/Brandon support (C-B-A-S)

SUPPORT C : The Beauty and the Beast

Brandon :  Hey Lyn wanna do some training with me ? Maybe it’ll be more profitable if we do it together. *winks at her and plays with a sword* Lyn : Training with you? Hmm, I don’t see why not. Let me fetch my sword first. Brandon :  Alright. Tell me when you’re ready miss. [fade in // fade out] Brandon : *wipes sweat*  I think we’re good for today. Thanks for accepting to train with me. I hope I wasn’t too rough ..? Lyn : No, not at all. Thank you for inviting me, that was a good training session. Lyn : But I have to say, you’re good in using swords, Brandon. I’m actually quite surprised. Brandon : Oh this ? *looks at his sword* I used to be a mercenary before meeting lord Xander. Looking at your clothes brings a lot of memories. Brandon : I changed classes so many times… I was always craving for learning new skills. Lyn : … I see. I didn’t know that. But what makes you choose to become wyvern rider in the end? Brandon :  Lottie was so cute !! Also her wings was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen ..! She’s deadly fast too. Man, I should take you for a fly, I promise it really worths it ! You’re not afraid of height aren’t you ? Lyn : No, I’m not, but for some reason I’m a bit wary of your suggestion to take me flying… Lyn : Like somehow I got a feeling that you’re going to show off with your flying skills and it’s going to be extremely dangerous… Brandon : Showing off ?! Me ?! Brandon :  I’m extremely modest. The humblest man of the world. I’m also one of the best wyvern riders around so have no fears ! Lyn : Modest and humblest man, huh? *sigh* Forget that I said anything. Lyn : But I suppose I could admit that you’re indeed one of the strongest wyvern riders in the army… Brandon : Awww I am not dreaming ?! You’re giving me compliments ?! Brandon : But indeed I am. I’m also honored you feel that way about me. (hohoho) Brandon : Soooo~ for the wyvern ride ? Still not convinced ? I promise it’ll be magical. Lyn : *sigh* Just give me some time to think about it. I’m still not completely sure… Brandon : It’s okay Lyn I won’t force you. Just come and ask me if you ever change your mind. Lyn : That’s… surprisingly considerate of you Lyn : I suppose it won’t hurt to consider your offer… Lyn : Alright, I’ll let you know when I’m ready. Brandon : *chuckles*  No problem. But just so you know… Brandon :  I will never let a beautiful woman like you get hurt in my presence. Brandon : *puts his sword in the barrel and leaves*  Bye Lyn. See you soon I hope. Lyn : Right… You too, I suppose.

SUPPORT B : Out of your mind

*metallic sounds* Villager : Arghhhhhh… *DUMP* Brandon : Hmm… It looks like I’ve killed the last rebel… Nohrian soldier :  Sir Brandon ! What do we do now ? There are children hiding on a house. Brandon : Huh ? Why are you asking me ? King Garon gave you an order didn’t he ? Nohrian soldier : Yes but… They’re really young. I-I doubt they are linked to rebels. Brandon : Then don’t annoy me with your questions. If you want to rebel against the king’s orders do it out of my sigh… or I’ll cut you in half too. *walks towards the house hiding the children* *The children are scared and hide in the back of the house* Brandon :  My my… That’s true that you’re all really young. Brandon : Since that is the way things are… *takes his axe and walks towards them* Lyn : Wait! Lyn : You can’t be serious. Are you really going to kill those children? Brandon :  Oh… It’s you Lyn. I’ll recognize your voice from thousand. Brandon :  I am serious. Iago is outside and he’ll be checking if the work is done right. Brandon : Morever I doubt a life would worth to be lived in their situation… Lyn : W-what do you mean by that…? Brandon : They saw their parents slaughtered by Nohrian soldiers and their houses burnt to the ground. They lost everything they hold dear. I won’t take the risk of having some new revengeful rebels killing my companions. *Kids are starting to cry* *turns towards them and keeps coming closer to them with a soft smile* Brandon :  …I promise it won’t hurt. *runs towards him and grabs his arm* Lyn : No, stop! Lyn : Please… don’t do this. Lyn : Dear gods, you’re really out of your mind to think that it’s going to be like that Brandon :  …! Brandon :  The one being out of your mind Lyn is you. Do you want to sacrifice yourself for these children ? Lyn : If it means you’re going to spare them, then yes. I don’t care what you think, they don’t deserve this. I’d sooner die than letting them being killed over some absurd way of thinking. Brandon :  … How nice from you. May should I remind you that soldiers must obey without thinking… Then… Good bye Lyn. “ *raises his axe above her head* Brandon :  …………………………… You’re not going to move aren’t you ? Lyn : No. *remains still* Brandon : …………………….. Brandon : ….. *stops smiling and deeply sighs* You’re really annoying you know that ? *suddenly breaks the window* Brandon : I’ll be putting fire at the house after leaving. Wait 3-5 minutes and go out from that window. Iago won’t see you. Understood ? *Kids are nodding but look confused* Brandon : Lyn bring the kids to the nearest village. I’ll create a diversion. *goes out* *Brandon puts the fire to the house and leaves. Lyn could hear some sentences like “I’ll killed them all” “that was the last house” “Nothing to do here now”… * Lyn : *approaches the children* Shh, it’s okay now. We need to get out of here fast. It’s going to be alright, I promise. *takes the children out of the house*

SUPPORT A : Light and shadow

*one week later after getting home they meet at the training room* Brandon :  …….. Hey Lyn. Glad to see you back. I was starting to think that someone saw you and you got executed. Lyn : ……… Lyn : … Why did you do it? Why did you suddenly change your mind…? Brandon :  … Heh. Straight to the point. Can we just forget this instead ?.. Thanks to you I got a new scar on my stomach and I can’t even properly sleep without thinking about these children telling the truth to someone someday… and both of us ending up executed. Lyn : No, tell me. I need to know why. Lyn : You have no whims on killing those children, so killing me shouldn’t be much different either. Lyn : … But then why did you change your mind? Brandon : … You won’t find any good answers. Brandon : Let’s just say… I liked how shiny your eyes were. I can’t say no to  a beautiful woman begging me to save children and putting her life on the the line. Brandon :  We got very lucky you know ? Honestly I didn’t think my plan would work out. Lyn : *deathly glare* Brandon :  Pfffff hahahaha ! Way to turn my on with these beautiful eyes of yours !! I’ll tell you when I’ll know it myself… Okay ? Brandon :  Maybe… And I say maybe… You looked like a mother who wanted to protect her children. Brandon : For some reasons I can’t bear that kind of scene it makes me lost any will but… I’m currently working on it. You better find something else than your pretty shiny eyes next time. *his face darkens* Lyn : … Wait, I don’t understand. You said I looked like a mother who wanted to protect her children… and you can’t stand it…? Lyn : … Why…? Brandon : *waits a little moment before speaking* … My mother abandoned me… So… When I saw you willingly standing for these children I… *realizes he’s talking too much* Tch ! W-What are you doing to me witch ?! *starts to leave* Lyn : W-wait! Don’t go, please! Brandon : ……….. Lyn : … I’m sorry… Brandon : Ah forget about that… Tell me Lyn, are your parents still alive ? Lyn : My parents? Yes, they are… Brandon :  Are you still in good terms with them ? Lyn : … N-no, not really… We… we don’t speak as much nowadays… Brandon :  You don’t ? Lyn : *sigh* It’s a really long and complicated story… They… they didn’t approve when I decided to join the mercenary…I tried to explain that I’m doing this for them, but they… they just don’t understand it, I suppose. We hardly spoke to one another ever since then…But I’m still trying my best to do what’s right, even if they don’t understand it… After all, they’re still my parents… Nothing would really change that. Brandon : … Nothing would change huh ? …I guess you’re right. Well I was glad to be able to talk with you today Lyn. It’s getting late though so I’ll be off now. Good bye, beautiful~. Lyn : So you’re not going to tell me why you suddenly got interested in my parents?… Alright then… Brandon : Hehehe damn I just wanted to change the subject and talk about you ~ why so suspicious my dear Lyn ~  Though I’ll be curious to meet them. I’ll tell them how lucky they have to have a daughter like you. Lyn : … Lucky huh…? *sighs and mumbling to self* “… I honestly doubt that… Brandon :  You still consider them as your parents despite it all, don’t you ? Brandon :  If it’s not the definition of ‘being a family’ I don’t know what it is. Lyn : Yes, I do. I still do… That’s why I’ll just have to work harder…Maybe one day I can finally make them proud of me… Brandon :  I’m crossing fingers for you. You’ll be fine Lyn.

SUPPORT S : Hope

Brandon : So ? How was it ? Do you feel good now ?~ Lyn : Oh yes. Thank you so much for this. At first I thought it’s going to be terrifying, but it was quite fun actually. Brandon : Heh, I told you~ I was sure you’ll enjoy it. Lyn: Well, either way, thank you again for this. I’d love to do it again sometimes *gives a sweet smile* Brandon : All my pleasure … But your hair’s in a total mess though. *laughs and helps her to do her hair * Brandon : It was your first time am I right ? Brandon : I tried to make it as gentle as possible… Brandon : … But I do regret it a bit hohoho~ Lyn: O-oh, thank you for fixing my hair… Lyn: … But what did you mean by you regret it a bit? Brandon : … Well at some point you were all flustered and you started to cling to me haha~ But I don’t mind. I’d love getting more tight hugs from you~ Lyn: *sigh* … you’re really hopeless, you know that? Lyn: Even so… I suppose I do enjoy spending today with you Lyn: And you seem… happy about it too. I must admit it’s quite unusual to see you so happy like that Brandon : H-Huh ? Brandon : I do ?… Hmm. *seems thoughtful* Brandon : … Say Lyn. Brandon : While we were doing that wyvern ride I thought about something… Brandon : Do you think you can help me ? Lyn: Hm? O-of course, certainly Lyn: What can I help you with? Brandon :  Hooo. I like how quick you were to answer~ Brandon : Well you see… I think about that last time you saved the children. That kindness of yours… gave me hope. Brandon : I have little faith in people. I’ve learned to live without it but sometimes… Maybe that loneliness is killing me. Or already killed me inside. I don’t know. Brandon : But the fact is that I do feel good by your side. So… Brandon : …Maybe should I stay with you forever ? *grins* Lyn: !!!?? Lyn: W-wait, hold on for a moment… Lyn:… what do you mean by that exactly…? Brandon : ! Er… *embarrassed* Brandon : I-I guess you can forget what I just said. Sorry, don’t make that face~ *chuckles* It was a joke ! Brandon : ………… Wait no it wasn’t !! Brandon : *sigh* Listen Lyn… I know I probably don’t deserve you but… *takes her hand and softly put her a ring* Brandon : Do you think you could wear it for me ? Lyn: …… Lyn:… are you really sure about this…? Lyn: I-I mean… I’m not pretty like other girls… the one that could catch your attention easily… Lyn: And I… I’m nowhere as interesting as them… All I ever do is training and working myself out every single day… Lyn: Or… was this some kind of joke…? Brandon : *was tensed but suddenly feels relieved* Pfffahahahaha !! Aahhh I see you’re not going to make things easy dear Lovelyn~ Brandon : No big deal. I like that part of you~ Brandon : I love you Lyn. You don’t know how much beautiful you are. Not only outside but also inside. Lyn: …do you really mean that? Lyn: Everything you said… do you truly mean it or was it just to make me feel better? Lyn: I know I’m being ridiculous right now, but… you might regret saying something that you didn’t mean to say… Lyn: *looks away and whispers to herself* …and I don’t want to fill myself with false hope again… Brandon : Lyn. *takes her two hands and brings them closer to his mouth* Brandon : You made me yours. I’ll stick with you until the very end. Just like death itself. Brandon : *chuckles and gives a peck on her hands* Lyn: *sigh* I can’t believe you could still say things like that in times like this Lyn: But if you truly meant what you say, then… Lyn: … Then I will accept this smiles Brandon : Y-you do ?! Brandon : … For real ? Lyn: Hehe, yes, I do. Truth is, I was so happy when you gave it to me but… I got scared… Lyn: But I suppose I shouldn’t worry about it anymore… Now that you gave me your word… and I trust you Brandon : …Thank you Lyn. I really mean it. I never thought you would trust someone like me. Brandon : Now there’s something I’ve been dying to do for so long… Lyn: Hm? What’s that? Brandon : *kisses her and gently bites her lips* Brandon : Done~~ Brandon : *excited* Can I have more ?? Lyn: N-not in here! People are going to see us *gets flustered* Brandon : Honestly it wouldn’t bother me at all. *puts his arms around her* Gotta make them all jealous. Lyn: W-what? W-why would you want to make them jealous, this doesn’t make sense! *blushes harder* Brandon : Because. I gotta show to the world that you are mine. Brandon : *takes her hand and kisses her palm with a devilish look* Mine and only. Aaaaaahhhh finally this support is done !! I love these two so much, especially the fact that they’re so much different and complete each other TwT💕 Lyn is a pure cinammon roll who deserves to be protected to all costs !! Thank you Lovelyn @rlynsss for this awesome support !~