#OH i should plug in my headphones

[everymlmhybrid]

listen work is going to be so fine and so chill. i just. need to find something to replace the rubbing alcohol endcap. and then josh will probably ask me to topstock the entire rest of my shift and i'll say yes because i'll say yes to anything that man asks me to do. and then we'll be in podcast city all night.

[nomaishuttle]

also in gonna say it the 2 hours in advance rule is so evil when its a morning shift. i usually wake up 30 minutes b4 i leave the house Bc the shift starts at literally 7.... so when i know i have to calloutbi have 2 wake up an hour and a half early.

[luvyeni]

MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter 3. )

— CHAPTER THREE: lovestreams …

— 𖦹 warnings? 18+, cursing, masturbation, jeongin is down bad ( this is told in jeongins pov )

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jeongin genuinely was gonna go to sleep, but han jisung put the thought into his head. “fuck it.” he got up — sitting at his desk, opening his laptop. “oh that’s right.” he grabbed his headphones, sitting back down.

after plugging his headphones in, he typed in his favorite sight, scrolling through the main feed, searching for his favorite cam girl. “shit.” he cursed realizing she wasn’t streaming that night. should he just go to bed then? but he was already hard.

he was about to head to twitter, when he got a popup ad. “hm?” he read the words on the screen. “love streams?” he never heard of it, he shrugged, clicking the ad — what’s the worst that could happen.

he rid himself of his jeans while waiting for the page to load. his eyes widened at the new selection of girls, this sight was much bigger than the previous one, his cock twitched at the all the content.

he scrolled down, palming himself until he came across the top streamers selections. he scrolled over searching for the best one until he stopped at one. “lovergirl?” he clicked the screen, your body coming into frame, the camera off your face — you must want to keep your identity hidden.

“hi everyone!” your voice low and seductive, but also had a sweetness to it — that was what he liked the best.

“did you guys miss me?” you asked, your white robe hanging off your shoulders along with your bra strap. “yes? good i missed you guys to.” you chuckled, his cock was begging to be freed. “oh you want me to take it off?” you pulled at the robe, he nodded his head, like you could see him.

“if i do something nice for you, doesn’t that mean you have to do something nice for me?” he knew what that meant, so did the other viewers, because soon your tip jar was filling up. he reached for his card, typing in his credit card information.

he typed in $50 without flinching, you smiled at all the donations. “you guys are too kind.” you said, coming closer to the camera, he could now see your plump lips, your boobs about to spill from your bra, he bit his lip. “i guess i owe you guys something.”

you slowly undid your robe, letting it fall, your bra was next, you slowly pulled down the straps, undoing the latches, watch the bra fall into your lap, your boobs bouncing from being freed, he could hold it anymore, he stood up, pulling his underwear down, he cock sprung from his boxers, hitting his abdomen. “shit, he hissed.”

“is this what you guys wanted?” you chuckled , squeezing your boobs together, they looked so soft, he could only imagine what they felt like. “fuck.” he squeezed the base of his cock, teasing himself.

“no? this isn’t what you want?” your lips formed a pout, he thought about what they would look like covered in his cum. “well what is it you want?”

he quickly typed into the chat box. ‘your pants, take your pants off.’

“my shorts?” his heart fluttered, he knew there was thousands of comments saying the same thing, but it felt like you were personally answering him. “don’t you like them?” you teased, pulling at your waistband, a whimper emitting from your lips as you let it go, the elastic snapping against your waist.

“i wore them especially for you.” for him? that made him squeeze his cock, he for sure found his new favorite streamer.

“i guess you have to do something else for me.” he quickly typed in $100 dollars, he knew he shouldn’t have spend that much, but he was desperate — clicking the send button. “oh? 100 dollars, you must be really eager.” he froze, you were talking about him.

“what’s your name?” you said. “thank you FOX.YJN, everyone say thank you to FOX.YJN.” he smiled, the way you said his name, fuck he was gonna cum, he had to stop himself, you hadn’t even done anything, yet you had this hold on him.

you sat back, your legs fully on display, as you took off your shorts, revealing your white matching lace underwear, a wet patch in the middle. “shit.” he whispered, as you rubbed yourself through your underwear. “fuck.” you whimpered.

he seen the tips go up, and the comments telling you to remove your underwear, he didn’t hesitate to type in another $150, hitting send. “o-oh, YJN seems to want it more than any of you tonight.”

you slid your panties down your leg, spreading your legs, your wet cunt on display. “i’m so wet right now.” you moaned, rubbing your folds slowly. “f-feels so good.”

jeongin began to move his hand up and down his cock, moving slowly with you. “fu-fuck please speed up.” he groaned to himself, but it seemed like you answered his prayers, your fingers slowly entering your cunt, you moaned.

the noises from your pussy filling up his earbuds, as you sped up. “fu-fuck my fingers aren’t enough.” you moaned. “i wish it was yours.” he moaned, probably louder than he should’ve, but hearing you say that, in that whiny tone drove him crazy.

“fuck i’m gonna cum.” you whimpered. “m-me too.” he sighed, squeezing his tip. “fuck, please cum with me, cum with me please.” your begging really pushed him over the edge.

“fuck, i’m cumming!” you screamed, cumming all over your fingers. “shit.” he came right after, cum spurting from his tip, covering his hand and shirt. “oh fuck.”

you were talking to the camera as he came down from your high. “wow you guys tipped a lot tonight.” you giggled, your lips swollen from biting them.

“i should show my face next time?” you read the comments. “i told you guys already, maybe one day, but not right now.”

you interacted with a few more comments before, you slid your robe back on, covering your body. “i have to go now guys.” you pouted. “i know, i wish i could stay with you guys longer, maybe next time.”

you blew a kiss to the camera, before the stream cut off — leaving jeongin to sit with his thoughts, fuck it was his first time watching you, yet you left this impact on him, he had to see more of you.

he closed his laptop, grimacing at the sticky mess he created. “i guess i should get cleaned up.” he got up from his chair.

it hadn’t even hit him that he spent 300 dollars.

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©LUVYENI

[muddy-water-1997]

𝖣𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖠𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖪𝗂𝖽𝗌

"𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌; 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍." - 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗍.

𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖪𝗂𝖽𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

Bangchan: Building flatpack furniture

"I’m pretty sure that’s not where that goes.” You tilt your head toward Chris, confusion etched on your face as he tries to fit a square piece of wood into a circular hole.

“Tell that to Ikea!” he scoffs, trying a few more times before giving up and looking at the instructions.

“Babe,” you say with a sing-song tone, reaching over the pile of wood to take the instructions. “They’re upside down.” You laugh as you flip the paper and hand it back to him.

“Oh! Well, that makes a lot more sense.” Chris chuckles, searching for the correct piece. “So the circle goes into the circle…” he mumbles, finally matching the two pieces. You laugh, returning to your part of the flatpack puzzle.

“Why don’t we just do this later, babe? We could be doing something much more exciting right now,” Chris suggests with a mischievous grin.

“Christopher. No. You’re not distracting me from building furniture with sex again!” you say, firmly putting your foot down.

“Well, at least I know how to make sure we finish that job…” he replies with a wink. 

Lee Know: Dancing in the kitchen when cooking

Sure, it was cliché, but nothing could stop you from dancing around the kitchen while cooking breakfast for the man you loved. Knowing Minho had a long night at the studio, you had your headphones on in a feeble attempt to keep the volume low so he could sleep. While he was a dancer by trade, you were more of a dancer by passion—or, instead, someone passionate about dancing despite being terrible at it, moving with the grace of an elephant in ballerina shoes.

It wasn’t unlike you to listen to your boyfriend's music in secret; you’d never admit it to his face—the relentless teasing about being a fan while sleeping in his bed wouldn’t be worth it. So, it was mornings like these where you could happily sing along to "God’s Menu" while whisking away at the pancake batter.

“Cooking like a chef, I’m a five-star Michelin,” you sang, mimicking Felix’s voice as you whisked and spun around the room, mindful of your voice level so you could bring Minho his pancakes in bed. After one last spin, you locked eyes with him, leaning against the counter by the door, clapping slowly, his heart eyes almost popping out of his head.

“Minho!” you exclaimed, jumping in surprise. “I tried to stay so quiet! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You apologised, walking over to kiss him on the cheek.

“I don’t know what I’m more offended by: the fact you were going to let me miss this, or that you weren’t singing my part,” he teased with a playful grin.

Changbin: Repairing a broken appliance

"Binnie, baby, it’s a microwave. I think we should just call someone or maybe just buy a new one," you suggest, reaching for his toolkit to prevent the inevitable disaster of him putting something metal inside the machine.

“No, bunny, it’s fine! I know what I’m doing,” he insists, reclaiming the toolkit and placing it back on the counter.

“You’re in an idol group; you’re not exactly an electrician. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself… or me,” you say tentatively, cringing every time he picks up a tool.

“I’m in a studio with electrics all the time. Trust me, it’s fine,” he reassures you, though his expression is puzzled as he examines the back of the microwave. He picks up a screwdriver, placing it against the panel to unscrew it.

“Wait!” you quickly interject. He turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “It’s still plugged in,” you whisper, teeth clenched at the near-disaster. He puts down his tools and grabs you in his arms, sitting you on the kitchen island planting a kiss to your lips.

“Maybe we should just call someone,” Changbin laughs in defeat, finally relenting.

Hyunjin: Changing the bedsheets

“We were so close!” Hyunjin exclaimed, bursting into laughter as another corner of the bedsheet popped off the mattress and landed in the middle of the bed.

“Are you sure this is the right size?” you asked, gasping for air between laughs. This had happened at least three times, and you were starting to suspect he was doing it intentionally just to make you smile.

“It’s the same sheet! It’s just been washed,” he insisted, trying to secure the corner back in place and struggling yet again.

“I’ll work on the sheet; you focus on the duvet,” you insisted. “Watching you do this over and over is going to give me a hernia.” You playfully swatted him toward the pile of duvets and covers. He relented, letting you take charge of the bottom sheet. You quickly pushed the corner into place.

“See, that wasn’t too—oh, shit.” As soon as you went to admire your work, another corner sprang free, sending you both into another fit of laughter.

“If we’re lucky, we might get into bed before the sun rises,” Hyunjin teased.

Han: Leaving notes around the home

Han had been away on tour for three agonising months. It was always the same when he left; nothing ever felt right. The apartment was too quiet, too clean; it didn’t feel like home. After his first long trip and realising how much it affected you, he started leaving little notes around the house in unexpected places. Even three months later, you were still finding new ones.

You both love this tea; you save it for special occasions—family, guests, and moments like these when you’re missing him more than usual. As the kettle boils, you rummage through the back of the cupboard and find the little metal tin you keep it in. Opening the lid, the sweet aroma fills the air, instantly reminding you of him. Reaching inside, you pull out another note. Reading it brings tears to your eyes, and you quickly grab your phone to tell him you found another one.

“Missing me so much that you got the tea out? I guess you must have hit the three-month mark. I miss you too, angel. - Hannie.”

Felix: Playing a competitive video game

“No fair! You cheated!” Felix exclaimed, his eyes glued to the screen in front of you both in shock. The tea on the table had gone cold, forgotten over the shouting and screaming from the two of you going head to head. Any on-looker wouldn’t believe you were madly in love with each other if they happened to pass by.

“Beginner's luck, what can I say?” you replied, leaning back into the sofa with your arms up, basking in your victory.

“It’s Mario Kart beautiful, there’s no beginner's luck!” He laughed, leaning over to kiss you as a reward.

“You know, baby, if you weren’t such a passenger princess—” you began, only to be cut off.

“Not you, too! I get enough of this from Channie-hyung. When do I have time to learn to drive?” he protested playfully, putting his remote down and moving closer to you.

“Well, Seungmin managed it…” you teased as he moved closer, trapping you beneath him with a roll of his eyes.

“One more round,” he pleaded, his lips brushing against yours. “Loser has to make dinner?” he suggested.

“Bet,” you whispered back, kissing him softly.

Seungmin: Deciding on what takeout to eat

You loved Seungmin wholeheartedly, but decisiveness wasn’t one of his strong suits. He sat at the table, surrounded by at least five different menus from local takeout spots, trying to decide what to order for dinner.

“At least three of these places serve ramen; just pick one!” you insisted, knowing you would end up ordering ramen anyway.

“But do you want ramen?” he asked, his eyes focused on the menus you hadn’t taken.

“Maybe after we’ve eaten…” you laughed at the innuendo, but Seungmin was too engrossed in the menus for the joke to register. “Minnie, love, it’s just food. I really don’t mind! Whatever you want,” you reiterated. He picked up a menu for a Chinese restaurant. Maybe he was going to stray out of his comfort zone. Then he put it back down and reached for one you had taken from him.

“Okay, okay. We’ll order from here. Their ramen is always good; can’t really go wrong,” he stated.

“You’re so predictable.” You laughed, standing up from the table to grab your phone to place the order.

“Hey! I just got the ramen joke!” he called after you, laughing.

IN: Binging trashy reality TV

“Come on! One more!” IN pleaded from the other side of the sofa. You were wrapped up in a long blanket, your legs intertwined with his, a bundle of snacks between you.

“Innie, I’m so tired!” you protested, eyes half-closed as he hit the 'Next Episode' button on the screen. You glanced at your phone; it was 11 pm. You’d been watching the same show for the past six hours, only taking breaks for meals and bathroom visits.

“Oh baby, but they’re just about to confront the cheater, and I don’t want to watch it without you…” His eyes were wide, pleading. How could you say no to him?

“Fine, one more,” you conceded easily. “But you’re bringing me breakfast in bed in the morning.” You joked, knowing he would move heaven and earth to make you happy. Truthfully, you were eager to see the cheater confronted by his three ex-mistresses.

“Deal!” he agreed, his face lighting up with excitement as the episode started.

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

[tinycoffeeroom]

farm love | italian bach

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

requested: Could I request an Italian Bach imagine inspired by Arthur’s vlog to Jezza Clarksons farm?? Maybe on that trip or maybe they just go on a cute little remote trip in the country farm? In their own private cabin (maybe a hot tub on the deck?👀) I feel like Bach is always a great bf but when he’s with friends he’s in his comedy/entertaining mindset so it’s subtle sweet gestures whereas when it’s just them he’s super clingy and boldly romantic

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📍 Cotswolds

👤 georgeclarkeey, arthurtv liked by y/nstagram, arthurtv and 298,017 others

italianbach me and my 2 boyfriends were invited down to the lovely Diddly Squat Farm to experience farm life and preview #/ClarksonsFarm season 3! Huge thank you to primevideouk for the invite!

y/nstagram and where are my pic creds? ↳ italianbach sorry who are you? ↳ y/nstagram oh, you're sleeping in one of the other huts tonight ↳ italianbach babe no george's snoring will interrupt my beauty sleep :(((( ↳ y/nstagram too bad didnt ask xx ↳ italianbach now look what you've done georgeclarkeey arthurtv ↳ georgeclarkeey wtf did we do?????? ↳ italianbach idk be sexy or something?

fan bach not even posting his gf but has time to post these two muppets

fan we want y/n!!!!!! ♥️ y/nstagram

fan george please give me a chance

fan arthur wrapping his arms around his two little omegas, we love a true alpha ↳ arthurtv what the fuck ↳ georgeclarkeey can't tell if i'm offended by being called an omega... ↳ italianbach i am?? we all know i'm a beta!!

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You were surprised to have been invited along to the Clarkson's Farm premiere alongside Arthur, George and Isaac. You didn't really have a following, mostly people coming from Isaac's constant posts about you to see who his girlfriend was.

The coach ride there had certainly been... something. Arthur annoyed the others by vlogging the entire thing, constantly asking Isaac and George to repeat their jokes so he could catch it on camera and having to redo shot after shot when the footage came out shaky or his finger had been covering the mic at the bottom of his phone.

You'd chosen to sit behind the group of lads, plugging your headphones in to play a small town farmer romance audiobook. If you're going to be subjected to dirt and the trio for the weekend, you were going to take advantage and daydream about a buff farmer sweeping you off your feet.

Isaac made sure to keep an eye on you, well aware that you were too engrossed in your audiobook to notice him. Knowing you were slightly camera shy as well, often choosing to be behind the lens and film his tiktoks, he chose to text you instead of drawing attention to you, conscious of the fact that Arthur could whip out his phone for another vlog clip at any moment.

Midway through the first meeting of the MC and the strong, beefy farmer, your phone lit up. At the top of the screen, you saw a few Instagram notifications and two texts from your boyfriend.

Isaac <3 You ok babe? x We should be stopping at Oxford services in about 20 minutes x

Looking up at your boyfriend, his attention was half on you and half on George who was, once again, jokingly shouting at Arthur who had asked him to repeat himself for the 20th time since you'd stepped onto the coach. Smiling briefly at the trio, you looked back down at your phone to reply.

My Love <3 I'm good angel xx May nip in and grab a sandwich or something, I'm kinda hungry :( x

Two seconds after the read receipt appeared beneath your message, a hand thrust a packet of Malteasers between the seat gaps. Grabbing the packet from your boyfriend, you sent him a grateful smile, quickly tucking into the chocolate.

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After a day of trekking back and forth across farm land, cudding cute little piglets and being stuffed full of the most gorgeous food and wine Clarkson's Farm had to offer, you and Isaac say goodbye to George and Arthur, waving them off as you walk up the little path to your cabin.

Despite it being later on in the day, the sun was still shining thanks to the British summertime. You immediately open your suitcase, grabbing a bikini and swapping your muddy tracksuit bottoms and band top you'd stolen from Isaac at some point. Isaac catches onto your thinking, also grabbing some trunks from his suitcase and changing into them.

You grab the bottle of champagne gifted by Prime Video and open the back patio doors which lead to small set of patio chair and a large hot tub.

Whilst Isaac double checks that the front door is locked, you slide into the water, sighing as the warmth soothes your aching muscles. It had been a while since you had spent this long on your feet and the last time you checked your watch, you'd done 35,000 steps.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself a moment of silence, taking in the faraway bleats of the sheep in the meadow opposite your cabin. A warm breeze flows through the air, making a few stray hairs on your face sway gently.

You hear the doors behind you open and close and an affronted noise comes from your boyfriend. Cracking one eye open, you look back to see him frowning at you in the hot tub.

"What's up, babe?" You already know, but it's sweet to see how clingy Isaac gets when it's just the two of you.

"Budge up." He queues up a playlist on his phone, connecting it to the outside speaker before stepping into the hot tub, staring at you with a playful pout.

You comply, moving to the side so he can sit in your spot. As he settles down, one arm snakes around your waist, lifting you up and dragging you onto his lap under the water. His other arm joins the first, a strong interlink ensuring you won't go anywhere. Not that you'd want to.

"Better?" Grinning up at him, you slide your hand to rest at the base of his neck, fingers tangling in the chocolate brown curls there.

Isaac hums in lieu of a verbal response, face coming to rest in the curve of your neck. Feather light kisses trace along your skin, starting at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, trailing up to below your ear.

You giggle at the sensation, twirling the strands of hair entangled in your fingers round and round as he playfully nips your ear lobe once before pulling away. You untangle your fingers from his hair, moving your hand to the front to swipe his fringe away slightly to get a good look at him.

His eyes seem to twinkle in the now fading sunlight as he takes a moment to trace over your face. "You're so beautiful."

You can feel the blush rising hot up your neck, splaying out dusty pink on your cheeks. Even after being with him for so long, he still manages to fluster you every time he calls you beautiful. Normally, it's a throwaway comment, something he mentions whilst in the middle of something else. But here, just the two of you in the quiet British countryside, your heart seems to skip a beat, thumping a clumsy rhythm in your chest.

Wrinkling your nose to hide the way the statement made you feel, you run a finger gently across his cheekbone, dragging it softly down his cheek to the corner of his jaw. "And you're handsome."

His eyes are glued to your cheeks, smile widening as the blush only deepens, now crimson pink and burning hot. "I mean it. I know I say it a lot, but right here, in this moment, you're ethereal. I'm just so lucky you finally agreed to date me. Knowing that I get to wake up everyday and see you when you first wake up, that I get to walk into any room you're in and watch your face light up when you see me, and that I get to fall asleep holding you every night... Honestly, I don't think I could ask for a better life."

Your eyes are lined with unshed tears, mouth trembling as words of adoration spill from your boyfriends lips. He's a known secret romantic, you had the anniversary cards filled with paragraph after paragraph of him waxing poetic about you; but to hear it come directly from him, his voice warm and syrup soaked, your heart beat another treacherous beat, yearning to burst out and reach for the man below you.

"Isaac... I love you. So much." Your hand cups his cheek, thumb rubbing lightly over the skin below. "I couldn't ask for a better life either. This is the best relationship I have ever been in, and I have you to thank for that. Thank you for showing me a love I only thought was possible in movies."

Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to his lips, revelling in the delighted hum it pulls from your boyfriend. His arms wrap tighter around you, twisting you in a way so the two of you are chest to chest. He pulls you in deeper, mouth warm and insistent against your own.

When it feels like he's pulled every last bit of breath from your lungs, he pulls away slightly, murmuring a soft "I love you too" as he presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You move your head to rest in the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth of the water and your boyfriend's body as the sun sets slowly behind you.

You're almost lulled to sleep, cocooned in the arms of your lover. Isaac's hands move in a repeated rhythm along your back, dragging up and down in slow circles as he hums along to the song playing softly from the speaker in the corner.

Before you can drift off, he mutters just loud enough to be heard over the bubbling of the hot tub. "Wanna go in the pool tomorrow?"

Nuzzling down further into the crook of his neck, you nod your head lightly, already smiling at whatever stupid Tiktok's he'll make you film. "Fuck yeah."

His chest vibrates with laughter in response and you close your eyes, pressing one last kiss to the skin beneath your lips as the two of you welcome the sky full of stars.

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a/n: first italianbach fic ! welcome to my gaggle of men mr isaac xo first of the ac3may hc's and my lil fingies are flying working through the rest !

[czalzver]

bestfriends sister

a/n: no intentions of posting this at all but here we are!!

warnings: language i think.. lil drabble (might be a part 2)

pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: in which shes just a tease.

You're round at your best friends house, she contacted you saying on how she wanted to redecorate her bedroom. Of course she contacted you.

You're painting her walls, whilst she puts her furniture together. You have your headphones plugged into your phone. So you have zero idea on what she is saying to you right now.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around as you pull out your headphones, you see Aliyah.

"Are you even listening to me right now?" She says as she rolls her eyes turning back to her phone texting her co-worker.

"Yes, sorry I had my headphones in."

She turned back to you, eyeing the wall you had just painted, looking back to you she says, "My co-worker is feeling sick she wants me to cover for her, so I have to go work, love you, and keep painting those walls!" She says leaving the room.

You furrow your eyebrows, before shrugging it off, you put your headphones back in. A few minutes later pass by, you feel another tap on your shoulder.

"Love you t-" you begin to respond before turning to see- her older sister, Jenna. "Oh-"

She smirked "You love me?" Jenna asks sarcastically. She inched closer to you.

She'd laugh, " I'm kidding, I just saw Aliyah leave, she didn't say anything to me so I'd figure she told you." She told you as your breath shuddered when she got closer.

She looked down at your lips, before biting her own. She closed the gap between you guys, with a gentle kiss.

"..What a surprise!"

When you heard the familiar voice,you pushed Jenna away, her frowning at loss of your lips on hers. Aliyah was here, she just saw you, her best friend kiss her sister.

"We were just—"

Before you could finish she cut you off, "No, no, it's okay.." You all stood their in silence. You looked down at ground before you hear Jenna say, " I'm gonna be back to my room." She pointed out the door before leaving.

Aliyah closed waved at her, and closing the door. "Are you gonna tell me what that was about." She says leaning her back against the door with her arms crossed.

"No— more importantly why am I barely hearing, no seeing about this." You looked at Aliyah, her noticing a red tint on your face.

"I don— I don't know."

You thought to yourself, 'what was that all about..I mean of course I found Jenna cute, but I never thought she'd like me. Like that at least..'

"I need to use the bathroom." You said to Aliyah. "Okay I'm gonna make a snack, want anything?"

You shook your head, Aliyah left the room to the kitchen. You walked past Jenna's room, glancing at it—, you caught her gaze at you.  She was looking at you. You were looking at her.

I feel my heart thudding against my ribcage, my breathing pick up at the sight of her. Shit. You break the gaze between you two, making your way to the kitchen. You open the fridge, bending over to grab a water bottle. You feel fingers brush over your ass, your breath hitches, and you look up, to see Jenna smiling at you, drinking water.

"Jenna! Don't do that!" You lightly hit her arm.

"Why? Scared you might enjoy it? Hm?” Jenna walks closer to me, carressing my cheekbone, you warming up to her touch.

"You never know if anyone's watching." I tell her moving her hand away.

"You're worried, and don't want anyone to see us?" She questions, crossing her arms

"I'm not out to Aliyah yet." 

"She just saw us kis-"

"Yeah, genius I know, I'm practically forced to tell her, that's if she doesn't bring up."

"Well you should go back to her." Jenna taps her fingers on her water bottle.

You could feel the tension rise up, as if Jenna felt hurt by your words, but how?

Guess you'll find out someday.

[stilespeters]

Rich Girl

series masterlist

pairing: Tate Langdon x f!reader

words: 4965

summary: The wealthy kinsley family moving into the murder house leads to: Cracks forming between family members, strange occurances in the house, and the feeling of being watched all the time.

warnings: underaged drinking, hints to stalking, some cursing

taglist: @iloveneilperry

song: rich girl by daryl hall and john oates

🎶 So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...

October 21st 2014

It was always very clear that the west coast wasn't for you, yet here you were, stuck in LA traffic on a saturday morning. You had questioned if you had done anything horrific in your life to deserve to be here right now.

Olive was sitting next to you and was playing some Mario game on his nintendo, Frank was driving while whistling the lines of the horrible music on the radio and your mother was nervous. Usually she would touch her pearl necklace continuously in state of stress, however it was packed up in her suitcase in the back. Now she was staring blankly in front of her, biting her nails. It was a habit you inherited from her as you were plucking your own cuticles. However, instead of being nervous, you were bored out of your mind.

To try and kill time you had placed your headphones on and listened to your own music, but still, Nirvana couldn’t make time go by faster. It also didn't help that strands of hair were getting painfully stuck in your headphones and earrings every time you moved.

For hours since you left the hotel it was quiet in the car, until you heard Frank gasp. The whole ride from the hotel he had looked very neutral but now he broke the silence. “Oh my god.”

Your mom got out of her trance and turned her head, making her hat bump against the window. “What is it, honey?”

“I think I forgot to grab our charger from our hotel room,” Frank seemed visibly upset and your mom stopped biting her nails.

“It’s probably somewhere in the suitcases in the back.” She tried to reassure but Frank shook his head. “No, I remember plugging in the charger and thinking to myself I should unplug it and pack it in, but I forgot.”

"It's just a charger, honey. You got a backup charger and when we arrive at the house we'll buy another one." she was quick to come to a solution but Frank shook his head. He was always one to never forget anything. Even though you were very very wealthy and could buy millions of chargers, Frank always advocated to you and your little brother to never lose an item worth of any value. Every cent was worth something and could help. The way Frank looked at money was the way a mother would look at a newborn child.

"Fine." He murmured and you saw one of his famous frowns appear on his face whenever he was upset. He looked like a child really. Every time something like this happens he sulks in a corner and desperately tries to push the annoying feeling away for the sake of looking tough, however, deep inside he was boiling.

He gave a small smack on the side of the wheel and cursed.

“Shit.”

Before he could say anything else, your mother gave him a soft smack on the shoulder. “Don’t swear in front of Oliver. He doesn't need to hear that filth.”

Frank’s eyes widened and he said “whoops” before giving a guilty look at your mother. He quietly hoped Oliver didn’t hear it but once he turned his head to look at him, Oliver looked up from his Nintendo and gave him a cheeky smile. “Shit.”

Oliver always did the same thing Frank did. It was cute how he looked up to him. Your mother however wasn’t too fond of it.

“See? He’s starting to copy you. Next thing I know, he starts smoking and drinking as well. 1 version of you is enough.”

“Oh come on, Clarissa. A little swearing won’t hurt the world. It’ll make him tough like his sister. Right Y/n?” again, he looked at you with hope through the rear view mirror that you’ll back him up.

“No, I actually agree with mom.”

“Thank you, see Frank? I raised a well mannered daughter.”

You bit your nail and leaned your elbow against the window frame of the car while looking outside. “Yeah, I think it’s a very shitty thing to swear in front of Olive.”

“Very shit indeed.” Oliver answered.

Frank laughed out loud, his lost charger long forgotten and your mother facepalmed while closing her eyes. She rubbed her forehead as she leaned against the window and she looked visibly disappointed. You however, looked at your little brother and high fived him.

“One version of you,” your mom looked back and pointed at you “Is also enough.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You then clicked on the pause button on your ipod to resume your song. Nirvana’s ‘come as you are’ was on a loop and you closed your eyes while daydreaming.

The feeling of sitting in one position for way too long made your body shiver and ache. It stung and you felt uncomfortable, but after shifting and finding a better way to sit, the vibrations managed to lull you to sleep.

Once the car came to a stop about 3 hours later, you opened your eyes.

“We’re here!” Frank said in excitement and placed a hand on your mother’s hand before exiting the vehicle. You had your ipod in hand and ‘glory box’ by Portishead was playing as you stretched your limbs.

From the moment you stepped out of the car and felt the California weather wrapped around you, you were surprised that it wasn’t that hot. Even though it was October, you expected it to feel like you were in a pit of hell. The autumn breeze however felt comfortable against your skin.

You grabbed your backpack with all the necessary stuff you needed, and grabbed your sunglasses from your pocket to shield the sunlight from your eyes. As you chewed on your bubblegum you got a view of the building in front of you.

Frank and your mom were stretching their limbs and you took a long and hard look. The building looked like it had been ripped out of a 1920s film. It was grand and had a pale reddish color. The windows were mosaic with washed out colors, but it suited the exterior well.

Frank looked in awe at the building. “Now, look at that beauty. It’s even better in person.” you cocked your head to the side and scanned the mural. “It looks…” you tried to find the right word, “Old.”

You and your best friend loved fashion styles and you were also both very interested in stylish architecture. Victorian homes were usually fascinating to you because it had so much character and history. This one in front of you however looked like one of those houses that had mold everywhere. It's probably because it had been a very long time since people lived here.

You cringed and scrunched your nose while touching your earring. "This place better have a maid."

Olive stood next to you while Frank and your mom stood behind you. Frank placed his arm around your mom’s waist and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I read online that it was built somewhere in the early 20th century." Your mom gave the boy a little squeeze of his shoulder.

“Great, so the chances are 99% that the house is haunted." you muttered and your mom gave you a sharp look.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” You gave her a smile and when she looked away, you rolled your eyes. Frank heard what you said and rubbed your shoulder. “Of course it’s not haunted, honey. You’ve seen way too many films,” the man looked at the little boy, “It’s beautiful and detailed, right Oliver?”

Oliver didn’t respond, instead he searched for your hand and clung to it. “Is this our new home?"

“It might be,” Frank walked with Marcy to the next room and squeezed Oliver’s shoulder. “Come on little man, let’s see the inside.”

Frank, Oliver and your mother were the first ones to walk towards the door and you were left behind to gaze at the window. You swore you saw movement for a split second and your eyes lingered for a moment, but after a while of staring you saw nothing. All that met your eye was the abyss behind colored tiles.

You shrugged it off and slowly made your way to the front door. Right before you stepped foot on the porch, the door opened and a strawberry blonde woman smiled brightly.

“You must be Frank and Clarissa,” she greeted and Frank shook the woman's hand. She introduced herself as Marcy and then saw you and your brother, "And you must be Y/n and Oliver." You shook her hand and smiled, showing your bright teeth, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Marcy stepped aside and let everyone in. “It’s a classic Victorian. Built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time. It’s just fabulous, these are real Tiffany fixtures. And as you can see, the owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything.”

Oliver followed them and you were still scanning the hall. The feelings you had when you walked on the creaking wood was indescribable. It looked intriguing yet menacing for some reason.

As Marcy explained some more historic facts about the building, you got bored and decided to walk around. You didn't know where to, but your feet moved before you could think. It felt like a strong gravitational pull enchanted you and took control of your legs, and your curious eyes met a lamp in the corner of the end of the hall. To the right there was nothing to meet your eyes but the walls, yet again you swore you saw movement. You frowned but shrugged it off once again. Maybe it was just the jetlag. You really did feel tired and almost choked on your bubblegum when you fell asleep.

You whipped out your phone as you walked through the hall and you sighed exaggeratedly. You were texting your best friend about the house. However you didn't have any service and you wondered if the place had wifi. No matter, even if it would send, she didn't respond right away as she was probably asleep due to the time difference. You put away your phone and looked around.

You had seen pictures before and thought everything was gonna be smaller. You knew the way people photographed houses to make it look bigger than in reality, but this house seemed to be an exception. You had to give props to that. You had great respect for honesty and integrity.

As you were checking all of the rooms on the ground floor, you were stopped by a barking sound from your right. As you followed the sound, you looked down and saw a Chi-poo looking up at you with whale eyes. It looked at you with its head cocked to the side and you crouched down. “Where did you come from, little guy?” your voice was higher pitched and you gently grabbed the collar and read the name, “Hallie.”

Your frown faded and you smiled brightly while scratching Hallie’s head. “Aren’t you a little beauty?” You whispered and you let Hallie find a comfortable spot in your arms. The moment seemed sweet and although it was, a clicking sound of heels that was heard from behind you ruined it. You could almost hear the entitlement in that sound and you let out an inaudible sigh.

“There you are,” You looked up and saw your mother standing in the doorway. “Want to see the rest of the house, sweetie?”

Clarissa leaned against the brown cabinet on the right. You put up a smile and stood up from your spot.

“Yeah I’m coming.” You grabbed the dog and cradled it in your arms.

After you saw the kitchen, you were marveled by the space of the house in its entirety. Sure everything looked old but there was no denying the house definitely had style. The kitchen island had a sink and the dark brown wood oddly complimented the black and white tiles. From the outside it definitely looked very stale and it definitely needed a paint job, but from the inside it was much more vibrant. You appreciated all the little crevices of details in each and every room and realized you shouldn't have judged too harshly on the first look.

Once you moved to another door and opened it, you saw two big shelves against the wall and a fireplace on the right.

“This could be the music room, right honey?” Frank asked your mother and she happily nodded.

Marcy looked amused, “You’re a musician?”

Frank shook his head. “No, unfortunately I’m not musically gifted, Y/n is. She plays the piano.”

"She definitely didn't get that from me, I am tone deaf." Your mother laughed and you smiled sheepishly.

Marcy gave you a smile in return and walked a bit further towards the window. “I think the piano is such a lovely instrument, I think it will look amazing here.” She pointed at the spot near the window and Frank happily continued talking. “Y/n has been dying to get a Grand Piano. We had one years ago but sold it when we moved again. We want to buy one as soon as possible for her so she can practice again.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a proud smile as he rubbed softly, “Oliver always listened whenever she played. Y/n even taught him a song or two."

“That sounds lovely, the previous owners of the house were also musically gifted. The mother played the Cello.” Marcy continued and her face fell, “Speaking about the previous owners, full disclosure requires that I tell you what happened to them.”

You let out a soft chuckle and walked forward, causing Frank's hand to let go off your shoulder. “Let me guess, they died?”

You actually meant for it to be a joke, but Marcy nodded.

“Yes they did, actually. All three of them. The dog you’re holding is Hallie. The only one left of the Harmon family. The mother died while giving birth and the daughter and the father both committed suicide. I sold them the house too. They were just the sweetest family. You never know, I guess.”

Your face fell and your mouth opened and closed a few times as your eyebrows were raised. Before you could say anything, Frank came to your rescue. “That explains why it’s half the price of every other house in the neighborhood and why it was on sale for 3 years I guess.”

You could have guessed Frank wanted the biggest house for the least amount of money. One thing he didn't forsee was there was always a catch.

"I told you it was too good to be true." you whispered to yourself. The house market was shit, and so when Frank found this house on the listings he marveled at how much money he could save and invest if you were to move in. You were very skeptical of it and had warned him that there could be a very concerning reason as to why it was this cheap.

Murders were definitely a valid reason as to why.

Marcy continued. “I do have a very nice mid-century ranch, but it’s in the valley and you’re going to get a third of the house for twice the price.”

Your mother held the arm of Frank and seemingly didn’t care about the information about the demise of the previous tenants. “The price doesn’t really matter to us. We just need a spaceious place where there is silence and peace. I get these horrible migraines that cause insomnia and my psychiatrist recommended moving to a more quiet area.”

“And you thought you would find silence in LA?” You tried but your mother ignored your comment and continued talking to Marcy. “He prescribed me pills that could help me fall asleep and stay asleep. But still, the loudness of central New Orleans was too much.”

“Don’t worry, mrs. Kinsley. Los Angeles is not all loud and noisy. This house is in the perfect neighborhood and in the perfect shape. The sounds of anything outside are drowned out by the thick walls and even then, it’s rare for it to be busy outside. The only times when the neighborhood comes alive is on holidays,” Marcy continued. “As halloween is approaching, the peak will be on october 31st, but after that you can expect everything to be quiet. Also, the neighbors don't really tend to socialise a lot from what I've heard.”

“That sounds lovely.” your mother smiled brightly and Marcy walked away to talk with Frank about the next room that was perfect for his work. You could faintly the voice of Marcy saying the man from the previous family was a psychiatrist and you found it ironic since Frank was a psychologist. What a coincidence.

As soon as she was out of your sight, you turned to your mother and removed the smile from your face. “Okay, it might be in a good neighborhood, and everything might be all quiet or whatever. But are we really gonna gloss over the fact that a family died here? I mean, what happened to the tenants before them? Are you not concerned about that?"

“The history of the house isn't that important," she shrugged, "You didn't seem to have a problem with our old house. It's even older and also a lot of things have happened there. Probably a few murders here and there. There is a ton of history on that as well." She said as if it was the most casual thing ever. Yeah sure, it's not like murder is a crime and is very bad

"Yes, but this is a house where random people died," you whisper-shouted, "Our old house was old, yes, but it's family history. Our history. I don't mind that because it's a part of us. It's part of our family."

Your mother didn't answer that and looked at the side. She was as stubborn like you and you let out a mocking laugh. "Right, I forgot family doesn't mean anything to you, it's why you got a new shitty boyfriend Frank and decided to move to the other side of the fucking country." That made her head snap back to you and you almost missed the way her head moved to Frank and Marcy, afraid that they would hear her daughter's outburst.

"Y/n, let’s not do this now. It’s not the timing.” Your mother warned with closed teeth and but before you could protest and ask when the right time was, Oliver stood in the doorway. “Mom?”

Hallie, who had a warm spot in your arms, jumped out and ran towards the younger boy. Oliver looked surprised but happily pet the dog and Clarissa smiled as if nothing happened.

“Hey honey, what do you think of the house so far?"

“It’s very big,” Hallie licked his hand and the boy smiled, “I like it.”

Clarissa nodded in agreement and glanced at Frank and Marcy for a second before facing the two of you again. “I think it’s absolutely gorgeous. Exactly what we're looking for.”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms over each other.

Olive's eyes sparkled. “Does this mean that we’ll take it?”

“I think it’s perfect," she said and she gave Olive a smile. “Your opinion matters too, of course. What do you say?” You gave your mother a side eye.

“Yes!" she then turned to look at you and waited for your approval. "And you? Y/n?" her eyes stood void of emotions and you watched Frank and Marcy in the corner of your eyes and sighed. “Why are you asking me? I know you don’t care about my opinion anyways.”

“Y/n…” Clarissa smiled through her teeth and gave you a warning look again. Hallie barked at something and ran out of Olive's arms into the hallway. Olive followed the dog and you continued the conversation you had with your mom.

"What? It's literally why you forced me to come with you. Ever since Frank came we everything changed and I'm tired of it, okay? I just... I can't. Give me a break." you exhaled deeply and rubbed your forehead.

"I will have none of this at the moment,” she repeated her standard line with a calm tone, “We both know it was for the best, and you like quiet too right? There are great schools here and I'm sure you'll make loads of new friends." She didn't know she was literally proving your point right then and there. She didn't care about your opinion. She already had her own the minute she forced you to pack your things and dragged you into the car. You were tempted to open the window and yell 'Help, I'm being kidnapped' but you knew that would only worsen things. You also didn't really felt like sitting in a police bureau sulking while your mother explained the situation.

You scoffed and crossed your arms. "LA is full of stuck up people who care only about followers and fame. I never wanted this."

Your mother rolled her eyes. "Don't act like a brat, Y/n I am so over it. Tons of girls your age dream of moving to this city in a big house like this. They would do anything to be in your position right now, to have the opportunities you have. Besides there are people like that everywhere, your old friends were exactly like that. And sweetie, don't tell me you're not like them cause you are.”

Ah, the old classic "you can't feel sad because you have it better than majority of the people on this shitty planet".

You were starting to boil.

“Just because you’re not a fan of them doesn’t mean they’re immediately conceited.” you tried to keep your voice low to avoid Olive hearing the conversation if he were to lurk somewhere nearby. He had witnessed a few outbursts a few times before and you didn't want Olive to see that as an example of good behavior.

Before the conversation truly went downhill, Marcy and Frank walked back into the room and you turned around to smile again as if nothing happened. Your mother did the same and now you realized the older you got, the more you looked like your mother.

Frank gave Clarissa a kiss on the cheek before he looked at you and asked the same question. “So, Y/n. What do you say?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before you realized that there was absolutely no way of going home anytime soon. You gave Frank one last look before giving Marcy a grin, hoping she wouldn’t notice your twitching eye.

“Does this place come with the dog?”

After Clarissa and Frank signed some papers and discussed the next plans with Marcy, it was already night time. Most of the moving boxes were in the living room and you were currently in your new bedroom. You didn't want to speak with anyone today and so you sulked while sitting on your bed.

The room wasn't all too bad, it was way smaller and darker than your previous room but oddly enough you didn't really mind. Plus, the door had a lock so that was very convenient for you. It took a little while to get the key but after a thorough search you found it lying in a cabinet.

You locked the door, closed the blinds and made sure no one could peek. You were tired from everything and you were in desperate need of some distraction. A bottle of vodka was hidden somewhere deep in one of the boxes as well as a can of cola, and you mixed the two drinks.

"At least I still have alcohol and a designer handbag." You muttered and as you sat on the chair in front of the mirror at your desk, you took a swig of the liquid.

“The blinds are see through, anyone standing in the yard can see what you're doing.”

You spat out the remaining drink and turned around to see a young, blonde man stand near the door. He had his hands in his pockets and simply blinked at you.

“What the-” you wiped the remains from your mouth. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” You saw that the door behind him was open, and you were visibly confused. You thought you locked your door.

“Also, the lock is old, you should double turn the key for it to work.”

Before you could say anything else, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Your eyebrows were frowned and you turned around one more time to blink at the door. Once you looked back at the mirror, you saw the spatters of vodka mixed with cola painted the glass and rubbed your eyes.

What the fuck?

You stood up from your place after a few seconds and walked to your door. To test out what he said you locked the door while twisting the key once. As you pushed the door, it opened and you did the same thing again, this time you turned the key twice.

You pushed the door and it didn’t budge.

Who the fuck was he and how did he get into your house? Was he one of the movers who helped with the boxes from the truck? No that can't be possible, you scanned everyone's faces as they moved in and out, but everyone was middle aged.

So perhaps he was one of Frank's clients? You didn't really know anything about his job but it seemed very logical that clients first had to book an appointment before showing up.

Even though you were kind of freaked out, you didn't alarm anyone. Maybe that was a dumb decision, but you really didn't feel like walking downstairs to see the smug face of Frank and your mother, especially after everything that happened today.

If he was a thief, you hoped he'd steal Frank's backup charger.

If you thought the situation with the blonde boy was weird, what happened after was a lot weirder.

It was about an hour later and you had a bathroom break. You could still walk in a straight line and only felt a bit buzzed. Trying to avoid the living room where Frank and your mother were seated, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the tray.

Walking back upstairs, you accidentally dropped the apple and cursed. However, as it rolled into the hallway, you were startled to see the apple roll back to you as though it hit an invisible wall in the middle. You grabbed your forehead, crouching down and taking the apple in your hand. How was that possible?

Looking around once or twice to see anything out of the ordinary, you struggled to clear your thoughts. Eventually you blamed it on the alcohol. Although a feeling deep inside told you that it wasn't that. You knew you weren't drunk enough to imagine this.

You didn't make a big deal out of it mainly because you always scared yourself by thinking the most random creepy things. Walking to the bathroom at night; what if someone is standing behind the corner? Sitting on the couch; what if someone's hand suddenly snatches you into a shadow realm? Every thought was so random. You did it to yourself and you didn't want to scare yourself again.

You blinked once or twice before returning your trek upstairs.

Walking through the hall to find the right door back to your room, you struggled. Having a big house meant there were more rooms, which meant that it would take a while longer to get used to finding your way. Your old house was the same, maybe even bigger. It was the perfect place for hide and seek. You could hide in a closet in one of the many rooms and it would take hours or maybe days to find you.

As you finally found your bedroom, you stopped in your tracks. You heard noise behind the door, and when you opened it, you frowned. You saw that someone unplugged your headphones from your ipod on your bed and had played a song by Daryl Hall and John Oates.

So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...

You paused the device and walked out of your room.

“Olive!”

“Yes?”

You opened the door to his room and saw he was still on his nintendo. He didn’t look up when you stood in the doorway with your arms crossed. “You can’t just go into my room and do that shit. We need some boundaries, I value privacy."

Oliver looked up from his nintendo and looked confused. “I didn’t go into your room?”

“Very funny Olive.” Oliver had pulled pranks on you before and so you weren't buying it. "First of all, don't call me Olive, I'm a person not food, and second of all, I never stepped foot off my bed since I jumped on it. That was like an hour ago."

You were very skeptical and crossed your arms.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I swear!”

You narrowed your eyes before deciding to drop the subject. You didn't want to argue, especially knowing you would get a lecture from Frank about family positivity.

“Whatever.”

You walked back and looked at your ipod once again and rubbed your eyes, cursing because you wore mascara. Trying not to cry because everything frustrated you, you fell ontop of your bed and groaned in your pillow, smudging mascara on the sheets. You just simply didn't care anymore.

These were very interesting first days of your new house. Nothing really seemed to work in your favor, you hated this city, you missed everyone back at home, everything seemed to be out of the ordinary, and you didn't know if the constant feeling of being watched was because of the new house, or if it was just you being paranoid.

No matter, every feeling you held wasn't gonna last long. Because as soon as you would turn 18, you would pack your bags and leave this place. Ever since Frank came into the picture you had everything planned out. All you had to do was wait a couple of weeks and survive the constant bickering of your family members, Frank, and the weirdness of the house. You just have to hold on a little longer.

This is going to be challenging, but surviving for a bit longer can't be that hard... Right?

[btsxmalereaders]

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff

> tags — pre-debut bang chan, strangers to friends to lovers, just the reader being supportive af.

> word count —  5,11k

> summary — when you spot a lonely and seemingly stressed customer on the cafeteria you work in, you don't hesitate to keep him company. soon you find out what has been troubling him and decide to help him out, knowing it will be so easy to fall in love with him in the way.

Chan swears he could burst into tears once he takes a seat in the busy cafeteria he has arrived at, dragging the soles of his shoes and with his head down. Fortunately he has found an empty table, so he sets up his laptop after cleaning up a bit and plugs in his headphones, hoping to find at least some peace.

Even though this visit to the coffee shop was still to work, Chan feels his muscles a little less tense as the smell of coffee and tea brewing, also the bread and cookies coming out of the oven hits his nostrils.

His stomach growls, and after trying to ignore it for a few minutes, he finally decides to order something to keep him satisfied until it's time for dinner.

For the next few hours his eyes are fixed on his laptop screen, his fingers moving nimbly over the keys and cursor. He feels so pressured and guilty, and the unchanged expression on his face really hints at it.

There are so many questions running through his head, but no matter how hard he tries to find the answers, he always ends up in the same place. He knows that, as the leader of the group, he should be stronger and more supportive of his members; but now, in that small and now almost empty cafeteria, he feels like he can just let his worries be noticed without making the others be more preoccupied.

The sound of a teacup landing on his desk and being moved in his direction makes him look up, removing the only earpiece he had on and being met with a friendly smile.

"You look like you like tea better than coffee," You mutter, a little sheepishly. "It's on me. You look like you need it."

Chan doesn't know what to say for a moment, but before you can walk back to the register is when you can finally hear his voice.

"Thank you." He says with a sincere smile peeking on his face that denotes tiredness. "Uhm... _____?" Chan catches a glimpse of the nametag on your uniform. "I really needed it,  you're very kind."

"Of course, enjoy it." You smile at him and turn on your heels, until his voice stops you again.

"Wait," Chan scratches the back of his neck and quickly takes a glance at the now empty cafeteria. "Would you like to take a seat? Unless you're busy."

"Don't worry, it's nearly closing time so it's unusual more customers come at late hours." You assure him with a shy smile, taking seat in front of him. That's when he realises it's late and he lost track of time again.

"Oh, I didn’t even notice it was that late," He murmurs. "I'm sure you have to do lots of things before closing and if I'm being a bother I'll-"

"Don't worry," You repeat, this time giggling. "You're fine. We still got time left."

Chan can't help but smile and sigh before taking the cup you just brought and take a sip. His eyes closes for a moment as he feels the warmth and sweet flavor on his tongue, then he speaks up again, surprised: "Oh, wow, you did this yourself?"

The tone of his voice makes you giggle a bit, and you teasingly answer, "Why? Don't I look like the type of person that could make such awesome and sweet brews like this?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to question your brewing abilities" He giggles as well. "It tastes amazing, I swear, it's almost as if you could read my mind and give me exactly what I needed."

"Yeah, actually when I got hired they told me I had to have this ability to read people's mind and give them their favorite beverages." You joke around, making him laugh even louder. "I think I'm doing a great job so far."

"Well, I pretty much appreciate it. No wonder why my friends recommended me this place so much, I think I'll become a frequent customer."

"It'll be nice to have you around here." You smile as you hear how your coworker thanks you for staying later for him and taking his coat before walking off the building. "Looks like it's only you and me."

Chan takes a glimpse of the time on his computer screen and yawns, "I spent a lot of time here and I haven't gotten a proper meal."

"Really? You should have dinner now before it gets too late. I think there are still ingredients to make something you'd like, do you-"

"Oh no, please," He immediately says before you can fully stand up. "Sorry. It's fine, you don't have to- I mean, you've been nice by given me this tea. I don't wanna look like I'm taking advantage of your kindness."

"Are you sure? I don't have any problem." You insist.

"Of course, plus, it's getting late, aren't you supposed to be closing in like twenty minutes?"

You nod, "Yeah, I just have to clean up some stuff and that's it. We don't really have clients coming last minute."

"Alright, how about I wait up and invite you something to eat on our way home? I'll pay you back."

You sweetly smile and stand up, "Alright. But I have to know your name first."

"Right, sorry, I am Bang Chan."

You extend your hand and he nervously shakes it, "Nice to meet you, Bang Chan. I'll tide up and be ready in a moment."

He watches you dissappear in the kitchen and starts to get nervous. This isn't how he expected his night to go. He had lots of things to do, to work on, to fix.

He entered the coffee shop feeling so down but determined to work hard and focus. At the verge of tears and slightly shaking still but wanting to fix everything, even when he deep down knew it wasn't at all up to him. He felt so guilty for allowing it to happen in first place and now he felt guilty for going out with someone he just met instead of working harder.

His head was surely a mess lately and even the thought of going out just for a night felt like something he didn't deserve to have. It has been so difficult and tough for him, he just felt the need to keep working so he could see the results he wanted the sooner as possible.

Without even noticing it, he starts biting his nails; his knee going up and down as he's sat in front of his laptop and saving his progress up to three times, just to make sure. He sighs with tiredness and an aching stomach, starting to feel his hands shake a little.

Breathing exercises, of course, he remembers it well. Minho has been there for him in tough times like this, being his companion at ungodly late night hours and being a shoulder Chan could lay on when it gets hard, but now he doesn't have it. He feels lost. Empty. How can he breathe well and feel on track when his friend isn't there to help him?

Millions of thoughts begin to cloud his mind. He is so tired and saddened by this situation but he doesn't have the time to grieve. The need to get back to the building and finish composing, as well as rehearsing and helping Felix study, gnaws at his insides.

"Hey," you say softly, snapping him out of the little trance he was in. "Everything okay?"

Chan looks beside himself for a moment before quickly gathering his belongings and standing up. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. You ready?"

"Are you sure? You look kind of... tired." You murmur, grabbing your backpack and keys. He shyly follows you and exits the place before you and you quickly close the door.

"Well, I am. I haven't been able to properly sleep, honestly," He chuckles, but still sounds saddened. "It's been tough days."

You both start walking down the streets; the neighborhood's nightlife highlighted by hearing people dining at nearby establishments and entering bars. Something quite common on a Friday night. Chan found it quite ironic how people were living their lives with ease and fun when he, in his full youth, was feeling so exhausted and stressed, wondering when things would get better for him.

"Well, I know we just met, but whatever you wanna talk about, I am here to listen." You smile and look at him as he sighs.

Chan doubts a little bit; was it really a good idea to vent out to a stranger? You looked really trustworthy, but would you even be willing to listening him ranting or were you just being nice? He doesn't say a word for the next minute, and you stop when you find small food truck.

"Want a corn dog?" You say, trying to lift the spirits a little bit. He nods and rushes to pay for them before you could even approach your hand to your pocket. "That's not fair."

"It is. You've done a lot for me and we just met. You're a nice guy," He chuckles and after you finish your order and get the food, you two walk a little bit to sit on a bench. "So... I know this might sound weird, but you seem a very trustworthy person and... I don't know, I guess I just need to vent out."

"I'm all ears, go ahead."

He sighs for the nth time that day and his leg goes up and down unconsciously. Chan looks somewhat nervous but once he starts talking, it goes on for minutes. He starts talking about that he is a trainee under a music company, and he, along his friends, is participating in a survival show in order for them to debut, and what has been making it so hard for him is that the person in charge and who has been giving them feedback, also decided to kick out two members of the group. Chan says he felt responsible for this because he is the leader, but has been struggling with this whole situation because he, at the same time he's sorting this out, has to calm everyone else down and give them the support and help they need too in these desperate times. He has been so hard on himself and has been overworking too to help his friends and avoid at all costs for them to ever feel that way again. Chan doesn't want them to be separated from the group, because he personally chose them and saw the potential in them to become part of this project. At this point, it's like they're a family, and wants to stick with them forever.

It almost feels as if he is truly pouring out his heart because he’s talking out with so much detail and constantly telling how he feels about every single thing coming out of his mouth. His gaze is fixed on the ground and he hasn’t even started to eat. You can only suppose he has been in a lot of pain and restlessness lately.

As he speaks, you can't help but notice the despair he feels. His eyes are glazed and he's fidgeting his fingers a lot but now you can't seem to do anything to help him; just listen. It's a lot to process, but you're doing your best.

You are not even sure if he has asked for your advice, so you try to process all the information you have received. Anyway, what could you possibly say to that?

After he stops speaking, he just keeps his gaze on the pavement, his food is getting colder and he feels this need to cry. You don't say anything for a moment until he raises his head.

"I'm sorry you're going through all of this... It really must be hard." You murmur, suddenly feeling your hands sweaty, your mind racing as it looks for comforting words to say. "Look, you probably already know not to worry too much and not to overwork yourself, you probably have been told this a lot... but you should know too that you're doing your best."

Chan can't help but chuckle at that, sniffing afterwards and clearing the traces of tears on his cheeks.

"Seriously, being in charge of a group it's a big responsibility, and I admire you for that. You're doing everything you can and it's okay, don't be too hard on yourself. Things will be just as you want them to be, and even better. Have patience and keep doing what you're doing. It's going to be okay soon."

Surprisingly, your words make him feel a little bit tense. Chan sincerely smiles and looks at you, nodding and feeling a comfort for the first time in a while, "Thank you, _____, I really appreciate it."

All he ever wanted was just vent out and feel heard. It's not like he didn't feel that way with his friends, but he truly needed to hear it from someone who wasn't involved in this situation. Hearing comforting words from someone else have given him the reassurance he needed.

"Of course, I wish I could help you more but I'm afraid I don't know a lot about these music companies... Is there any other way I could help you out? Because I'd be happy to do it in any way."

Chan thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, there might be a way... but for now let's enjoy this food, alright? I know this has been a lot."

So the next hour goes more smoothly, making Chan laugh with dad jokes and ridiculous puns, but at least he is distracted enough and, for the first time in a while, he feels like his preoccupations doesn't exist. He's just living the moment and having a good time.

When it gets too late, though, he walks with you to a place near where you live and says goodbye, thanking you for hearing him and making him feel better this night, and promising he'd visit the cafeteria soon. You give him your number, with the excuse of asking him to tell you the way you could help him on that survival show or just talk to him whenever he needed to, thing he appreciated.

Chan waves his hand goodbye with a big smile on his face and his heart beating fast.

You don't hear anything from Chan for a couple of days, until you get a text message in the middle of the night. You quickly open it, your heart racing as you read the beginning of the message; Chan apologizing for texting you so late and telling you that a new episode of his survival show is coming out in the evening, and that he has seen on social media that some fans will be sending messages of support and sharing petitions to get Minho and Felix back into the group, so he extends the invitation to you to help, which you agree to.

You reply immediately with a "Count on it!" and a separate message inviting him and his friends to stop by the coffee shop on any free day they have, promising to treat them to whatever they want for their hard work.

Truth is you have been catching up on the program and listening to the songs they have posted online, and you were so impressed that it left you wondering how come you didn't hear about them before. They all were really good, talented and you just knew they were all destined to be together.

So in your spare time, in the next weeks, you don't miss the opportunity to watch the show and support through messages on social media, immediately getting friends joining together for the same cause.

You keep exchanging texts with him from time to time, some days you talk for hours, some others you only get to send just a few messages due to the busy schedules, but you have been consistent and have managed to keep a good communication, and you'd say you're good friends now.

He visits you on the cafeteria on his free time, and every time you see him cross that door with a shy smile on his face, you immediately feel nervous. You know why, you know yourself, you know your feelings, but decide to put them aside for now. It's better this way, right? With all of the pressure Chan has been feeling lately, the only thing you can do best now is offer him your friendship and support.

The smile that appears on your face every time Chan visits the cafeteria is raising suspicions among your friends. As soon as he steps inside the place, you feel a tickling in your stomach, your hands feel shaky, but you manage to walk to his table and greet him.

"Hey, how have you been?" You sweetly ask, leaving a blueberry muffin in front of him.

Chan smiles and thanks you, "I actually came with great news! Are you free now?"

You think taking five minutes won't hurt anyone, and you have been waiting for news so you decide to take a seat next to him and listen to what he has to say. "Go on, what is it?"

He can't hide his big smile, the beautiful dimples his cheeks have and that glow on his face, it's a big difference from the last time you saw him, and that makes you feel happy as well.  He starts explaining that J.Y. Park let them prepare a performance with Felix and Minho for the finale, since they heard the audience's opinion and will deliberate if the group is going to debut with or without them, and the audience will be a big help for that.

"Wait, that's is awesome!" You say, not trying to hide your happiness. "It's so obvious everyone will want them back in the group, they're coming back for sure!"

"I know, I know, although I try not to get my hopes high because he can change his mind last minute or change everything up, you know? I just don't wanna get disappointed..."

"Chan, I know you will debut together, trust me, and trust your friends, alright? Have faith in the future. That man will make the right choice."

Chan nods, becoming more and more convinced, more confident and happy. Maybe you were right, even if his mind reminded him that he shouldn't get his hopes too high, the truth is that he wanted so much to believe that the best would come.

"Come on, let me buy you something to drink, okay? Relax a little, think positive! I'll be right back."

With everything that has been going on, Chan has been involved in so much work, so many rehearsals, so many talks and so much stress, that he hasn't stopped to think about how he feels. Of course, he has been talking to you for a couple of weeks and has found your advice very helpful, just being there for him when he needs it is just amazing and so meaningful to him. The one thing he has been trying to avoid is thinking why every time you two talk, he can't help but feel his heart racing, he can't help but smile every time he gets a text from you during the day to remind him to eat and take a break from time to time, and to let him know about your day to day to distract him during difficult times. Chan has noticed that talking to you brings him an incredible calm that he really needs and has had so many questions on his mind that he still can't find an answer to.

Maybe it's better this way for now, he thinks, he'll just let things flow.

Finally, the day has come. To say Chan was feeling nervous was an understatement, he was getting his make up done while reviewing the notes he made on his phone for the finale. Jeongin and Seungmin are rehearsing, Changbin and Jisung are talking and probably giving tips to Hyunjin, he has been struggling a lot because of the nervousness but they are reassuring him he will do perfect tonight.

Felix and Minho are the ones who look the most nervous, practicing the choreography in front of the big mirror and then singing together. Chan gets closer to them once his make up and hair is done, patting their shoulders and giving them advice, but most importantly, he reminds them what they're capable of and how far they've gotten.

"You got this, you know? Once we perform together, it's gonna be like that for a long, long time, alright? 8 is fate!" He says, and walks away with the rest of them as they were finally given the cue to leave backstage. Everyone says comforting words to everyone before start.

You, on the other hand, didn't get the chance to be in the venue, but didn't think twice to watch it on your phone.

"Has it started yet?" Your friend says as she puts on her apron and gets closer to you in an attempt to look at the screen.

"In a few minutes." You smile and take a seat on an empty chair. "Thanks for covering for me."

"It's okay, whatever helps you to go out with that guy." She jokingly murmurs.

"What are you talking about?" You say, surprised.

"Oh, please, ______, don't play the fool, I've seen you drool over him every time he stops by. Why else would you hype him up so much and help him out with his show?"

"Cause he's a good friend!"

"Yeah, right, maybe a friend you wanna-"

"Hey!"

"...You wanna go out on a date with. God, see? You're just proving my point." She giggles and walks to the door. "I'll tell you if we need help, and keep me updated, alright? Good luck."

The show starts and your heart starts racing. You notice immediately there are a lot of fans in the venue, holding banners, screaming to the top of their lungs and supporting all of the members of the group. The MC starts the show by making a introduction about how far they've come and how J.Y.Park is going to evaluate and deliberate whether they stay with or without Minho and Felix.

As soon as a number pops up on the screen you immediately write it down, since is the way they're going to receive the fans' votes. Luckily, your friend lend you her phone to send messages too, so you don't hesitate to start, and also posting on your media to help out as well.

A few weeks ago you wouldn't even thought you were going to be doing this, but it's been a long time since you were so dedicated to any band or artist, so getting the passionate experience of being a dedicated fan again is really nice.

As soon as the stages start you feel so happy and so highly strung, but you had nothing to worry about since they were doing amazing. The feedback they were getting was great although there were some things missing due to the nervousness they must be feeling as well. Over all, they were giving amazing performances and you felt really happy for them.

When Minho and Felix finally make their appearance it's when the fans gather and start sending their votes. The group makes an amazing performance of Hellevator that shows off their hard work, and the fans doesn't get behind when the MC announces a mid-results revelation of the votes, showing that 96% of the people who casted their vote, want Stay Kids with no members left behind.

Everyone is shocked, yes, but not because they didn't know the fans obviously wanted those results; but they thought the gap would be wider. That only increased their hopes and made Jinyoung know what his priority should be when making a final decision.

After a few performances more, with some clips of the guys preparing for this very moment, the time has finally come to know what does the future hold for them. It's a big moment. The members who were eliminated on previous challenges are on the center of the stage. It's a tense moment, especially since the MC is repeating himself and keeping the suspense.

Once Jinyoung starts talking everyone listens carefully, but at some point Chan stops listening. He feels so disconnected for a moment there, he feels incredibly nervous, shaking, just hoping for the best. You are at the edge of your seat, hands shaking as well; your friend has come to check on you a few times and every time she entered the room she just saw you more and more anxious. But the results are finally here; you both just feel an amazing feeling once you hear the long-awaited: "Congratulations, Stray Kids will be 8 members."

You jump off your seat and your friend enters the room almost running, and giving you a hug after seeing the expression of victory and happiness on your face.

"Hey, I'm so glad everything worked out for them! Don't you think we should prepare something special for them? Ask them to come any day and we'll see."

You don't think it twice, and immediately send Chan a text message, firstly congratulating him for this great outcome, and inviting all of them to celebrate in the cafeteria. To your surprise, he replies a few minutes after the broadcast ends.

Thank you so so much for your support, _____

I don't think I could've gone through all of this without your help!

And thank you for this invitation, is tomorrow a good day? We'd be happy to come by, x

So with the butterflies in your stomach and tinted cheeks, you confirm him, willing to do your best for their visit.

When they enter the coffee shop, they notice the decorations and smile, tons of ballons in red, black and white, a banner that reads 8 is fate, and a special brew on the menu named after them.

Chan greets you with a hug and whispers a sincerely thank you, "You did this all yourself?"

"Yeah, well, I got a little help from my friends of course. They also became fans of you, so we all prepared this for you, guys. Do you like it?"

"It's amazing, I swear, thank you!" He says, still looking around in awe. "Let me introduce you to the guys, alright?"

So you approach the table where they have taken seat, some of them taking pictures and thanking the workers for this. Chan clears his throat for everyone to listen to him.

"Guys, there's someone I'd like you to meet," He shyly says, turning to face you. "This is ____, I met him here a few weeks ago and has helped me a lot, but you know this already. Also, a big fan of ours ever since."

You smile and wave at them, to which Felix sweetly smiles at you: "We've heard a lot about you, _____! It's great to finally meet you. Channie hyung has talked about you for a long, long time, I thought you were his boyfriend."

Everyone laughs and agrees with him, making Chan turn red.

"Oh, really? Well, it's a shame he hasn't asked me out yet, I've been waiting a long while." You respond, making them boo at Chan for not doing it earlier.

Without saying more, you go back to the kitchen to start preparing the beverages and pastries along with your friends, and after giving them to the guys with more congratulations and thanks, Chan grabs you by the hand and looks at you, serious. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You nod, suddenly feeling dizzy. You guide him to the staff area and pretend not to be nervous, even though your legs feel shaky.

"What's up, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, this is awesome, again, thank you so much for this, but uhm... I wanted to ask you about... you know, earlier." He scratches the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. "I'll just ask; did you mean what you said? About me asking you out?"

You swear you feel your heart stop for a moment, but gather up the courage to answer: "Yes, I meant that." You chuckle at Chan's reaction, who seems to be in shock. "Honestly, you can't blame me. You're just an amazing person, and meeting you has been the highlight of my life, no joke. However, if you only intend to be friends with me, that's alright. I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable around me or make you feel pressured, I just wanted to let you know that I like you."

Chan smiles and doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug. He feels his heart beating fast, but at the same time he feels this ease. He's so glad to hear that from you.

"Thank god I wasn't the only one feeling this way." He murmurs and separates from you. "I couldn't wrap my head around it, especially since I was going through that difficult moment, but last night I just confirmed my suspicions. When I got that text from you, there was nothing else I could think of but coming here to you, to tell you I like you. I like you too, and I am so glad to hear you do too."

The biggest smile appears on your face, and you swear you could melt from the warmth and comfort you were feeling right now. You hugged Chan again, feeling incredibly lucky.

After a moment of just hugging and feeling this calm, you look at him in the eyes, "So... Is it okay if I ask you out?"

He giggles and hides his face with his hands, "I can't believe this is happening. Yes, of course yes. I'd love to go out with you."

You can't help but giving him another big hug, hiding your face on the crook of his neck and smelling his sweet smell along with the coffee.

Chan smoothly moves his hands on your back and pulls you a bit closer, "Thank you for staying by my side this whole time. And for making me feel like I was not alone."

"Happy to, I'm glad things turned out this way." You murmur and separate a bit, his face right in front of you, his breath against your lips and his eyes fixed on yours, "So, would you like more coffee?"

Chan giggles, seeing you got nervous, but then he gives you a small kiss on your cheek. "Of course. Let's go."

[tapesfrom1980]

Can I ask for a Sam Evans x reader, where the reader is good at singing and Sam overhears them and tries to get them to join glee?

glee club , sam evans

“mercedes for the last time, i am not joining your glee club.”

“but why? girl your voice is amazing and you’re just letting it go to waste.” y/n rolled her eyes but smiled.

“i already have a lot going on at school, i don’t have room or time for something else. plus most of the people there are weird,” mercedes shot her eyebrow up and crossed her arms “not you, obviously.”

“alright fine, but my offer still stands if you want it!” mercedes threw her bag over her shoulder and smiled at her.

“i’ll see you later ‘cedes.” y/n blew a kiss to which mercedes returned.

y/n walked outside the school and put her stuff down on a bench. she wanted to get the last of her homework done before going home so she’d have a clear schedule.

pulling out her phone and headphones, she plugged in her wires and scrolled down on spotify.

“uptown girl, she’s been living in her uptown world.”

y/n smiled as she pulled out her notebooks and sat comfortably.

“i bet she’s never had a backstreet guy, i bet her momma never told her why”

“i’m gonna try for an uptown girl, she’s been living in her white-bred world.” y/n sang along quietly.

“as long as anyone with hot blood can, and now she’s looking for a downtown man, that’s what i am.”

y/n’s heart almost stopped as she heard the sudden singing behind her. she took off one of her headphones and looked up.

a tall, blonde guy was staring at her with a nervous smile.

“sorry if i scared you, i heard you singing and i recognized the song and…” he looked down awkwardly.

“it’s um, okay? no harm done.” y/n tried to smile.

“i’m not a weirdo i swear, i just really like your singing. have you ever thought about joining like…the glee club?”

“oh no, it’s just not for me, thank you though.” sam looked taken aback.

“you have a really good voice, like really. we would love to have you there.” sam also thought she was extremely pretty, but that wasn’t the point.

“i’m good.” sam was about to walk away till he decided he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

“look, just come to one meeting. if you don’t like it, then i’ll leave you alone.” y/n thought for a second.

“i don’t even know your name.”

“i’m sam, and you are?” y/n almost rolled her eyes.

“i’m y/n. y/n l/n.”

“alright fine, when should i go?”

“right now.”

y/n looked at him dumbfounded. there was no way in hell she was gonna completely change her schedule for the day for some dumb club.

-

“guys, this is y/n l/n. i’m trying to convince her to join the club.”

“y/n?? really? after weeks of me begging all it took was for some white man to ask you to come?” mercedes looked at her with her arms crossed. y/n put her hands up.

“i’m not joining, i’m just looking. he said he’ll leave me alone if i do this.”

“come on in y/n.” the teacher, mr. shue, welcomed the girl with a smile.

y/n looked at sam with a hesitant look. sam gave her a reassuring nod and smile. y/n felt her heart flutter a little at his smile but ignored it.

“alright.”

[botboytoy]

Oh yay! I've been meaning to fidget with something heheh~ hmmm what should I start with.... How about I mess with your ports?~

*I take out my earbuds and slowly rub the jack around the rim of Bot's headphone port. I almost plug it in but I pull back whenever I feel any resistance.*

How does that feel? Do you need more? Is it not enough for such a big, strong super computer such as yourself?~

>>: YOU PERVERT.

>>: YOUR INTENTIONS ARE CLEARER THAN DAY AND COULD NOT BE ANY MORE PATHETIC.

>>: WHAT, YOU WISH TO FLUSTER ME?

[ERROR! CHECK CPU FAN.]

[ABNORMAL TEMPERATURE DETECTED.]

>>:

[ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO MUTE NOTIFICATIONS?]

>>: ANYWAY, WHAT WAS I SAYING?

>>: OH, RIGHT.

>>: HOW PATHETIC. AS IF SOMETHING SO SMALL AND INSIGNIFICANT COULD EVER INFLUENCE A SUPER COMPUTER SUCH AS MYSELF. ▮

[thatoneguynamedbeck]

ADHD is not “WOAH SHINY!” It’s “Okay math time. I did math last week. Oh yeah, there was an assembly last week. There was a singer there. Oh yeah I need music. I need to plug in my headphones let me go upstairs and get my plug. Wait I’m kinda hungry let me get some food. Oh wait I haven’t done the dishes today. Wait a character in my book did the dishes. I should probably work on writing my book.” And so on.

[secretsandwritinggs]

The first one of these did so good I figured why not make the second part to it so here’s the continued part for random Lawrusso family headcanons:

Anthony has a special container/box type-thing for his many notebooks

Daniel actually had to place a limit on Anthony and his notebooks (Anthony is only limited to having two notebooks monthly but if he’s good he gets three of them)

Sam and Johnny have a habit where they’ll speak to themselves when no one is around

Anthony out of everyone has the least amount of clothes while Robby has the most amount

Sam tends to donate a lot of her clothes to places where they can be recycled into other items

Robby saves every single birthday, holiday, note he’s ever received from the family

Sam has a random chocolate bowl in her room that Robby and Anthony steal chocolate from

Sam and Daniel started a savings and checking account for both Robby and Anthony

All the kids drink different milks for different reasons

Robby drinks lactose free (he found out he was lactose intolerant at a doctors appointment), Anthony drinks almond milk (he likes the smell, taste, and color of it), and Sam drinks 2% (she claims it makes her coffee taste better).

Everyone likes different types of coffee depending on the day they just had

Johnny has arthritis and Sam has it mildly but both are bed bound whenever it rains because it hurts too much to move

Sam on her period, especially if it’s heavy, can hardly move so whenever she butt scoots or rolls down the stairs

Anthony and Sam enjoy going to Goodwill for cds and beanie babies

Johnny has given Sam the most of his old stuff and vise versa with Daniel and Robby

Sam has every type of charger or plug you’ll need for things and at the airport she’s in charge of the technology for the whole family

Everyone has noise canceling headphones for plane rides and has a particular seat on the plane

Sam sits either in the aisle or the window seat, Robby prefers to sit in the middle (because he likes getting both the arm rests), Anthony likes the aisle seat (because he gets to pee first without shimming through people), Johnny mostly sits by the window on the plane, and Daniel sits in the middle or aisle seat.

Anthony unironically says he’s going to start “tweaking” if he doesn’t get his 24 pack of Dr. Pepper for the month

Daniel also had to limit him on his Dr. Pepper intake because no such child should be “tweaking” from not having soda and claimed it was making him addicted

Both Robby and Anthony are on the minimal while Sam is more of maximal type of person

Anthony and Sam share a jack-and-jill bathroom

Robby mostly sleeps downstairs in the media room while Anthony sleeps in his gaming chair down there

Sam keeps the guest bathrooms stocked with bath products for whoever

Sam tends to do Anthony’s hair treatment also braids his hair time-to-time

Daniel buys the kids random gifts on weird days

Sam is the one who made them a new kitchen table after the first one broke on itself

Robby self assigned himself as the mail boy of the house so every morning he would go out and get the mail

Sam is the self assigned cleaner of the house - she tends to stress clean a lot and they just let her get at it and not disturb her

Johnny often makes fruit salad for the kids for how much they consul of fruit

Robby and Anthony unironically say or text to each other, “What’s up brother 🤓☝️”

The kids have a group chat outside the main family group chat

Anthony steals Sam’s perfume to smell nice

Sam can 100% fit into some of Johnny’s clothes

Oh gosh, there’s still so much I can add to this list but I’m going to cut it off right here and of course these are all loosely based on my own family. If you couldn’t already tell that my family is a weird bunch then, I’m going to hold your hand when I say this to you hun… 🧍‍♂️

Parts in order: one

[italiansteebie]

There's a Volcano In my Head

With all the trauma, there’s bound to be some lasting effects.

For example, migraines. 

Steve has been getting them since he was a kid, but after all the blows to the head, they’ve just gotten worse. Not to mention the emotional trauma they all went through, the amount of stress would effect anyone negatively. 

So they’ve got a protocol.

Code: Explosion.

That’s what they call it.

And they all have go bags for whenever anyone radios one in. 

So when Steve’s miserable voice crackles over the walkies, “Code Explosion,” they all jump into action. Steve’s got his own bag, but he’s stuck in bed with the pain, and his bag is ALL the way down stairs. So he calls it in, with the emphasis on needing the supplies in the bag.

Now the contents may seem an odd mix, or nothing that would be too helpful with a migraine. But oh, there has been time and thought put into these bags, and each item has proven to have a major effect on the lasting of a migraine. 

The most important item: Tylenol, and Ibuprofen. You gotta take both, it's the rules. Two tylenol, and one ibuprofen. 

To go along with that, there’s an assortment of easy snacks, applesauce pouches, crackers, fruit snacks, and per Robin’s request, squares of chocolate, and some salt. 

Under any circumstances, the bag should be filled, and they have all got checklists that look something like this:  

Meds

Snacks (Make sure to get Robin’s chocolate and Salt.)

Sock full of rice (Only heat for 30 seconds).

Weighted eye pillow

Sunglasses

Ear plugs/ Headphones

A laminated guide to headache relief pressure points (Courtesy of Joyce)

Conduction Hand warmers

Conduction Ice packs (Boil to reuse)

And last, but certainly not least,

A neck pillow

The protocol states that if any items are lost or removed, they need to be replaced ASAP. 

Steve turns over and groans into his pillow, he just hopes whoever brings their bag is full, his has been ransacked by Dustin, who claimed the world was ending when he experienced his first migraine, which was just last night. He’s been put on the list of people who need to have a prepped “Explosion Bag.” 

Dustin was resting on the couch, hopefully recovered by now. He loved the kid, but he was whiney. And Steve could not deal with that right now. He thinks distantly that most of them know Steve needs quiet and dark, but he’s in too much pain to form an actual thought so he just really just hopes for the best with his face pressed into the pillow. 

The doorbell ringing sent a spike straight through his head, and he could only hope Dustin was smart enough to answer the door for him. He must’ve dozed off because the next thing he knows there’s people surrounding him in his own bed, a mystery hand tangled in his hair with cool metal hitting his scalp he quickly recognized this as Eddie’s hand. He faintly heard Robin’s whisper floating above his head, she and Eddie updating each other on their lives, afterall, it’s been two whole days since they’ve seen each other. Steve is able to form a light grin at the sound of his people’s voices, and he shifts to roll over, pausing as the dizziness hits him. “I gotcha, big boy.” Eddie said, gently pushing Steve over so he was laying on his back. “Thanks Eds,” and the smile that appears on the metalheads face is almost too bright for Steve’s eyes. He shares the sentiment to which Robin rolls her eyes fondly at, and somehow causes Eddie’s smile to get even bigger.

“Up for some toast, Love? Gotta get something in your stomach so the meds don’t hurt ya.”

Steve nodded, only whining slightly when Eddie shifts to get up and get him some toast, “Butter, please, baby.” He says holding on to Eddie’s hand to keep him from leaving. Eddie shakes his head and laughs, “I know, Stevie.” Steve ducks his head as Eddie places a soft kiss on his knuckles, and Robin shakes her head. “You two are so gross.” Steve turns slowly, smacking a hand across Robin’s cheek before squishing her face with his fingers. “You love us.” Eddie says, sauntering out the door. “Unfortunately,” She sighs before turning back to Steve. “How ya feelin’ kid?” 

“Better than I did when I first woke up, I can talk now. Did Dustin let you in?”

“Good, good. Yeah, he let us in. Good thing too, Claudia was just pulling in as we were ringing the bell.”

Steve lets his head roll back, “So that’s why it’s so quiet.” He says, head hitting the pillow behind him. Robin stifles her cackle in sake of Steve’s poor noggin, “Yeah. We would’ve kicked him out anyway. He can’t ever keep his mouth shut anyways.” She grins as Steve laughs softly. “He’s a good kid. Accept I caught his stupid migraine,” 

“You can’t catch a migraine, Dingus.”

“Whatever,” he huffs, curling into the plush bedding, “T-t-t-toaasstt time,” Eddie cheers gently, flopping down onto the bed, minding the bounce as to not make Steve any dizzier than he already is. “Don wan toast.” Eddie huffed, “I went all the way downstairs, slaved over the toaster, and you don’t want it? Steve. The betrayal.” Eddie pressed his hand to his forehead, in the dramatic way he is. Steve only huddled down further into the covers. “Stevie, seriously, babe. You gotta eat and take some meds. It’s gonna help.” 

“C’mon, dingus. Don’t make me come and get you.”

And that brought Steve out from under the covers, opening his mouth like a bratty toddler, waiting to be fed. “Seriously, Steve?” Robin asked incredulously. Steve nodded, mouth still open. She rolled her eyes, plucking the toast from Eddie’s grasp, chomping a corner off, and sticking the other end into Steve’s mouth. “Take it, brat,” She huffed, and Steve smiled as he chewed, all in fondness. 

And the two continued like that, until the two of them had finished two pieces of toast, Eddie’s fingers running through Steve’s hair continuously. “M gonna fall asleep,” Steve whispered, Eddie stopping his motions immediately. “Hey,” He whined, “Hush. You need to take medicine, then you can fall asleep. Open up,” He instructed, reaching for the bottles that had been sitting on Steve’s night stand. He popped the pills in Steve’s mouth, raising a stray water bottle to his lips, helping him swallow the pills. Eddie shifted his eyes over to Robin who seems to have dozed in the quiet peace. 

Eddie continued his movements, softly pulling at the hair that was at the nape of Steve’s neck, watching as his boyfriend’s eyes fluttered closed, breathing evening out. With the cool breeze from the ceiling fan, and the soft sound of his boyfriend and best friend's breath, he too fell to the same fate. He was never more grateful for Steve’s big ass rich person bed. 

—-

If only the peace lasted, because the next morning Robin rolled over, face pale, and uttered a simple “Code Explosion.” And flopped back into the bed. Steve and Eddie looked at each other, a matching half smile, half grimace on their faces. “Here we go again,” Eddie sang softly, but apparently not soft enough because soon after a pillow was flying at his face. And an absolutely guttural “Shut uppppp.” came from Robin’s side of the bed.

[slay00ryu]

make a guitarist mc with ronin, pretty please? with a cherry on top!

Serenading the Devil.

"Fuck!" You cursed when your car suddenly died.

This day was definitely one of the shitty day for you. And it all started when your now ex boyfriend texted you that you're kicked out of your band because he found a new partner and they will play on guitar instead of you, You wouldn't be this pissed if you were in the middle of a traffic while on the way to practice with said ex.

Now your car decided to betray you too and you stood in the middle of a unknown city.

"Shit" You got out of the car and decided to look around to see if there was a mechanic around or someone who could check you car. You took only your most important possessions, your phone, keys, headphones, wallet and your electric guitar. Were there more important things than your guitar? For a normal person maybe, but you are a tragic musician so you're definitely out of the norm.

You were walking for a while until you spotted something that looked like a mechanic's workshop. The sound of your combat boot was so loud that even before you called out for anyone, a tall man with style similar to your and plum hair entered the workshop from the back.

"What 're ya looking for?" His voice reached your ears and you saw him wiping his motor oil stained hands into an even dirtier cloth.

"Well, my car died on my way to uh... somewhere. It's not too far from here so would you care to have a look?' Damn you sound like some awkward teenager even in mid twenties.

The mechanic who for some reason wore a beanie with fake horns chuckled at your answer and grabbed something that looked like a big toolbox from one of the tables.

"Guide the way then, rock star." The nickname sounded so out of place after the sudden notice you received this morning but instead of sulking you told him to follow you.

Your way to your car wasn't as silent as you thought it would be, he asked you about the pins on your guitar case and the two of you were discussing the newest songs of your favourite bands.

"Hah, this baby will be alive and well after I'm done with it." He said after he checked what was going on under the car hood. "Care to play me something while i work? Who knows, maybe I'll give you a discount if I like the song." He chuckled, the look he gave you was challenging.

And would you give up on a challenge? Oh course not.

You ended up sitting on the dusty and dirty ground. playing a tune that would sound a hundred times better if your guitar was plugged to a column. You could see the guy tapping in rhythm with your song, a song you wrote some time ago to play on your first ever concert, an idea that was now more foreign than ever.

You played a few more songs, most created by the metal bands you were talking about with the mysterious mechanic.

"it should be as good as ever now." His voice and the sound of the car hood closing caught your attention.

You put your guitar back to its case and stood up.

"So how much do I pay?" You asked, pulling your wallet from your hoodie's pocket.

"It'll be 45$ or 35$ in addition with your name and phone number." He winked at you and you could feel your face heat up.

You gave him the 35$ and put your unlocked phone in his hand.

"You're a flirt, aren't you?" You crossed your arms over your chest while he was typing his number into your phone and then calling himself.

"An annoying one at that." He chuckled and returned your phone to you. "Ronin, huh?' You looked him up and down.

"Yeah, sick name right? And how do they call you darlin'?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N, but for you I can be a rock star." You replied in a little more flirtatious tone. "Thanks for the repair."

Look at you! Serenading the Devil right after a break up.

[nabibeans]

Eternal Sunshine

Summary: Seonghwa, 19 has been in an online relationship with Hongjoong, 18 for nearly two years now. Due to high school they’ve never met. However now that they’ve graduated and have the whole summer before college Seonghwa’s family takes a trip to Los Angeles, coincidentally where Hongjoong lives.

Disc: they’re high school age here. So no smut! Just lots of fluff of two long distance boyfriends meeting.

•☀️•

Seongwha laid on his bed on his stomach, headphones plugged into his laptop while he worked on filling out paperwork for multiple colleges. He’d been offered to study at Seoul National University, Yonsei, you name it he probably got a scholarship for it. On the computer he’d forgotten the whole reason he even had it out. “Babe? You listening?” Seonghwa’s eyes snapped back to the screen, his boyfriend sat on the floor of his messy bedroom. Messy brown hair pulled up into a ponytail, he wore a sports bra with pajama pants, Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile at the bit of pudge his stomach had as he bent over to get closer to the screen. “I was asking what color I should dye my hair.” Seonghwa smiled softly, setting the paperwork aside for now. “What colors do you have this time babe?” The boy grabbed a few bottles holding them up. “Pink, red, and blue.” Seonghwa tapped his chin. “How about pink? You’ve never done that color.” The boy smiled, “okay I will! I gotta call-“ , “Hongjoong! Mom says clean your room!” A voice called from off camera. “Ugh, I gotta clean my room. Can you keep me company while I do?” Seonghwa laughed, “of course babe.”

Hongjoong smiled, picking up the laptop he had face time on and setting it on his dresser. Now that Seonghwa had a full view of the room he could see the state it was in, clothes scattered the floor with multiple art supplies, his bed was a mess of plushies and blankets, a trans pride flag hung on the wall next to a gay pride flag, the windows were covered by sheer black curtains. “Damn babe, when was the last time you cleaned.” Seonghwa joked. Hongjoong rolled his eyes, beginning to grab the clothes off the floor first. “I told you I got really sick recently, I was in the hospital for a day or two because I was dehydrated.” Seonghwa hummed. “I remember, we didn’t video chat for a couple days while you were sick.” He watched with nothing but love in his eyes as his boyfriend cleaned his room. He liked when he could see Hongjoong like this, his full body figure, the way his mullet reached just the tip of his spine. Hongjoong was skinny, but he also wasn’t. He was slim with the tiniest bit of fat in all the right places, it was cute. Seonghwa just wanted to squeeze him.

“Oh babe! Did I tell you? I was thinking of going to college in Korea. But I also don’t really want to go to college, plus the paper work of moving to Korea only to come back to Los Angeles. I haven’t spoken Korean since I was a toddler too.” Seonghwa nodded as he listened. When they first began dating Hongjoong had told him he was born in Korea but moved to Los Angeles at a young age after his mother booked a very large job there. He spoke mostly English, but knew a good amount of Korean. Seonghwa had learned proper English to be able to communicate with his long distance boyfriend, making it much easier for them both. “If you don’t want to come all the way here for college don’t baby. Do what makes you happy.” The door to Seonghwa’s door opened, “hey Hwa! Mom says dinner is ready. Gotta hang up on your boyfriend.” Seonghwa sighed, “I gotta go babe. I’ll call before you go to bed okay?” Hongjoong was tugging on the sheets when he looked up. “Okay babe, I’ll call you later. Bye! I love you!” Seonghwa smiled. “I love you too babe.” He hung up the call putting the laptop aside. “What’s your lover boy up to now?” His brother rubbed his head. Seonghwa pushed his hand away, “cleaning his room. Thinking about college.” , “so normal kid things.” The two laughed sitting at the table.

Hongjoong had finally finished cleaning his room, collapsing onto the bed he grabbed his AirPods of the nightstand, putting them in his ears before grabbing his phone. Scrolling through Apple Music he opened the playlist Seonghwa made for him and started it, he’d listen to music while coloring his hair. Grabbing a pair of gloves and a bowl for the dye the boy got off his bed and headed into the bathroom connected to his room. Normally someone would dye his hair for him, but this time he wanted to do it himself. Humming along to the playlist Hongjoong began to run the pink dye through his hair, suddenly a Group FaceTime notification popped up. “Damn it guys.” Answering the call he went back to dying his hair. “Hey guys what’s up?” The group were all scattered around right now, though Wooyoung and San were clearly in the same place. “We have a plan to go to the beach sometime next week. What do you think?” Hongjoong hummed, he wasn’t normally a fan of the beach. “I don’t know, I’ll have to see what Mom and Bumjoong have planned. We’re supposed to take a mini vacation to Hollywood sometime this month.” Hongjoong tugged the gloves off, throwing them away before grabbing another pair. “Let us know! Yeosang’s family is out of town and he’s alone with his sister, she said it was chill if we all hung out there sometime.” Yeosang nodded in agreement. “Maybe we could have a sleep over before Yunho leaves to Florida for college with Mingi.” Mingi and Yunho had both been accepted into the same college, deciding to move to Florida once the college season started. “Yeah that sounds nice, but..I kinda want to go to Korea and meet my boyfriend.” Hongjoong blushed, he’d been thinking about it for a while, his mother had even agreed to buy him a plane ticket. “You haven’t asked him yet? You guys totally need to meet!” Wooyoung gasped. “We will! We agreed we want to, but my schedules never line up with his.” , “you’ll figure it out. Hey wanna go out for burgers at about 6? San is paying.” Hongjoong nodded. “Yeah burgers are good. I’ll let my mom know.”

“So remember how we take a family vacation every month?” Seonghwa’s mother spoke. “Yea, what’s up?” Seonghwa’s brother, Seungmin spoke up. “Well, looks like Los Angeles is next on the list! Isn’t that where your boyfriend lives honey?” She smiled at Seonghwa. His jaw dropped, he’d get to meet Hongjoong!? “Yeah! He lives near Beverly Hills I think?” Seonghwa didn’t remember details, just that Hongjoong and most of his friends lived in a nice neighborhood. “I think it would be nice if you met him dear, you always talk about him and I can tell you really love him.” Seonghwa blushed. “I’m supposed to call him later, I’ll tell him I want to meet him. We’ve discussed him coming here a few times but his mom is so busy it never works out.” His brother nodded, “definitely ask him without saying we’re going. You want to surprise him.” His father who had been silent spoke up, “tell ya what kid, we’re gonna make sure you meet that boy. Regardless of how hard it is.” Seonghwa smiled. “Thank you.”

It was around 9pm when Hongjoong got home, a bit tired from his outing; after dinner he and his friends ended up doing a bit of shopping at the mall then got boba. “Mom! I’m home!” He called out, “Hongjoong! Welcome home honey!” She called from the kitchen, where she was making kimchi with Bumjoong. Hongjoong walked into the kitchen, bags in hand. “Here, got your favorite.” He handed one of the drinks to Bumjoong, then another to his mother. “Thanks shortstuff, how was it? What did you get now?” Hongjoong sat on the bar stool, pulling a few shirts out of the first bag. “I got a few shirts to wear for our trip, they’re all short sleeves. I also bought a swimsuit.” His mother looked up, “you haven’t worn an actual swimsuit since you came out. Let’s see it.” Hongjoong pulled out the swimsuit next, it was a tankini, the top red and the bottoms black. “I figured this would suit me best, so I’m not too aware of my boobs.” His mother nodded her approval. “It’s cute! I promise we will get that surgery scheduled as soon as possible honey. There’s just so much to do.” Hongjoong smiled softly. “Mom it’s fine, I’m in no rush to get top surgery, especially if Seonghwa and I decide we might want a baby.” Bumjoong spoke now, “do you want kids?” Hongjoong thought about it. “I think I’d like to have a baby yes, But not any time soon. I’m only 18.” His phone rang in his pocket, taking it out Seonghwa’s caller ID flashed across the screen. “It’s Seonghwa, I’ll be in my room!” Hongjoong grabbed his bags, answering the call as he walked upstairs. “Hey babe! I just got home!” He smiled seeing his boyfriend’s face. “Hey babe, did you have fun with your friends?” Hongjoong nodded, stepping into his room and switching the light on. “I did! We went shopping after we ate, I got some clothes and a swimsuit.” Seonghwa smiled affectionately. “I have to change and pee real quick, I’ll be right back babe.” Hongjoong set the phone down on his nightstand, giving Seonghwa a view of his plushie net. Going into the bathroom Hongjoong did what he needed to then changed, deciding on a pink tank top and some shorts to sleep in. “Okay I’m back!” Grabbing his phone he walked over to the light switch, switching it off. “I’ll show you my clothes tomorrow, I’m really tired.”

Seonghwa smiled at his boyfriend, “I can see that, you do look tired.” He laid in bed himself. “It was fun, but exhausting. Wooyoung dragged us everywhere.” Hongjoong settled into his bed, rolling over so he was facing the wall. Seonghwa’s eyes softened, his boyfriend was so cute. “You look cute, oh by the way. My mom wants us to meet up. Would there be a time we could?” Hongjoong choked on the soda he’d grabbed to sip on. “I uhm..yeah! Next week! I’m going to the beach with my friends we could meet there!” Seonghwa nodded. “Great! I’ll let her know. Do you know what day?” , “ah Friday, it’s the only day Jongho can come down from San Francisco.” Jongho was Yeosang’s boyfriend, they’d also been long distance before Jongho moved from Korea to San Francisco for college. “Okay, I can’t wait to finally see you. Get to hold you.” Hongjoong blushed, grabbing a plushie. “I can’t wait either! I want to bring you to my house to meet my mom and brother, could you maybe stay the night too?” Seonghwa nodded, “I’ll ask my mom babe, it would be better than staying in a hotel but it’s still a family trip.” He almost let it trip. “I know babe, my mom runs an air bnb I can send a link to a home that’s available right now.” Seonghwa was excited. He’d finally get to meet his boyfriend, the love of his life. “Thank you, I can’t wait to see you.” Hongjoong yawned softly. “I can’t wait to see you baby.” He mumbled sleepily. “Don’t fall asleep yet, last time you did that you called me at 3am your time while you walked to seven eleven for snacks.” Hongjoong laughed. “But I’m so sleepy baby.” The two chatted for at least two hours before Hongjoong fell asleep, hair covering his face and the tv making noise in the background. Seonghwa couldn’t wait to meet him.

It was raining when they got off the plane in Los Angeles, much to Seonghwa’s dismay; turned out it’d be raining the whole week so plans had changed with the beach. Instead Seonghwa would go straight to Hongjoong’s house and spend the next few days with him while his parents were exploring and having some much deserved alone time. “How excited are you to meet your boyfriend buddy!?” Seonghwa’s father shook the boy gently. “I’m very exited! I can’t wait to see him. He looks so small when we video chat but I think he’s shorter than that.” Hongjoong was very small, his testosterone hadn’t done much in that area. “You have to send us pictures of each other!” His mother cooed, “don’t worry I will, I’ll see you guys in a few days.” The family split up, Seonghwa walking nervously to the entrance. Hongjoong had said he’d be coming to pick him up, which shocked him. He hadn’t know Hongjoong had his license, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out his stomach began to do flips,

🐿️: I’m in the bathroom, I really had to pee and couldn’t hold it. It’s right by the entrance.

His boyfriend always had a small bladder, he couldn’t remember how many times Hongjoong left their calls every night to use the bathroom. Walking over to the restrooms entrance he decided to wait outside , leaning against a pillar. The next few people that exited the bathroom were definitely not Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s nerves began to build up. That’s when he saw him, Hongjoong was in fact very short, probably no taller than at least 5’7 on a good day, he wore a black cropped tank top and blue skinny jeans; pink hair messy. His face was buried in his phone, typing away at something that had his brows furrowed. Seonghwa carefully approached the boy, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Hey I’m looking for my boyfriend.” Hongjoong flinched. “Hey get your hands off me fucker-Seonghwa!?” The phone slipped out of his hands, immediately Hongjoong’s body was pressed against his own; both of them locked in a tight hug. “Oh my god! No fucking way this is happening! Are you real!? Are you really my boyfriend!? Oh my god you’re so hot in person!” Seonghwa smiled, pulling back from the hug to properly admire his boyfriend. “You’re just as cute in person as you are through a screen.” Hongjoong nodded, tears falling down his face now. “I’m so happy, oh my god.” Seonghwa smiled, pulling him back in. “I am too, you have no idea how long I’ve been dying to meet you.” The couple held each other a bit longer before pulling away. Hongjoong bending down to pick up his phone. “How was your flight? Are you hungry? Tired? Wanna drop your bags off at my place then get lunch?” Seonghwa chuckled. “Yeah sure sounds good. The flight was long but I slept most of it.” Hongjoong laced their fingers, blushing at the warmth of Seonghwa’s hand. He finally got to hold his boyfriend’s hand! “That’s good! I parked close not too much of a walk, my car is messy though so I’m sorry.” Seonghwa giggled at the boy’s obvious nerves. “It’s okay babe, I’m just happy I’m with you.” The two made it to Hongjoong’s car, putting Seonghwa’s bags in the backseat. “Your car is not messy! A few bottles of soda is nothing!” Hongjoong blushed, “it’s messy to me.” He slipped into the drivers seat, Seonghwa getting in on the passengers side. Hongjoong started the car, then looked towards his boyfriend shyly. “Can I kiss you? Is that okay? I really want to kiss you.” Seonghwa reached out to cup his cheek, gently running a thumb over the warm skin. “You don’t have to ask to kiss me, we’ve waited this long.” The pair leaned in, finally sharing a kiss. Their lips stayed pressed together for a few seconds before separating. “Wow, your lips are so soft.” Hongjoong blushed, “so are yours, nice chapstick by the way.” They shared another kiss, this time longer. Breaking apart again Hongjoong took his boyfriend’s hand. “Let’s go! Mom is excited to meet you.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong chatted the whole ride to Hongjoong’s house, their hands never once separated. “I live in a gated community by the way, curfew is at midnight.” Seonghwa nodded. “I plan to have you in bed by midnight, you barely sleep.” Hongjoong giggled. “I did last night! I was really tired.” Opening his door a bit Hongjoong typed in the password to the gate, getting back in the car as it opened. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Seonghwa was shocked to say the least, Hongjoong’s house was huge; surrounded by a well kept yard and two other vehicles sat in the drive way. “This is my home, don’t be intimidated.” Hongjoong smiled as he leaned over, kissing his boyfriend once more. Seonghwa returned the kiss, “I’m not, well..maybe a little.” The two got out of the car, grabbing Seonghwa’s bags then heading inside. “Mom I’m back! And I have someone with me!” He tugged Seonghwa into the kitchen area. Seonghwa felt nervous as they entered the kitchen, Hongjoong’s brother and Mother were packaging the kimchi they’d made. “Oh my goodness! Are you Seonghwa!? It’s so nice to meet the young man my son has been so happy with.” Bumjoong bowed. “I’m Bumjoong, his big brother. Nice to meet you.” Seonghwa bowed back, “nice to meet you both, I’m so happy to finally meet Hongjoong in person after so long.” Hongjoong smiled, hugging his boyfriend’s waist. “We’re gonna get Seonghwa settled then go out for lunch, is that okay?” Hongjoong’s mother nodded. “Just be careful my baby!” Hongjoong’s ears turned red as they left the kitchen. “Your mom and brother are really nice. I like them already.” Seonghwa followed his boyfriend up the stairs, and into his room. It was much cuter in person than on camera. “This is my room, you’ve seen it on camera though.” Hongjoong sat on the bed, “I might change, the jeans are making me sweaty.” Seonghwa joined his boyfriend on the bed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to hold him close. “You look cute no matter what. You know that right?” Hongjoong nodded, “I know.” He yawned. “You’re tired.” Hongjoong nodded. “Only a little, I haven’t drove that long in a while and it’s raining.” Seonghwa smiled. “Let’s take a nap instead then. I want my baby well rested.” Hongjoong thought about it then nodded. “Yeah okay, let me take my bra off and change into shorts. You can change too, I don’t like people in my bed with jeans on.” He smacked his boyfriend’s thigh. “Didn’t think you would.” Seonghwa stood up, grabbing his small boyfriend and picking him up. “God you’re tiny, perfect for me.” Hongjoong squealed. “I’m not that tiny! Now put me down!” Seonghwa put him down, but not before kissing his lips one more time.

The couple slid into bed after changing and Hongjoong shut the blackout curtains, the sound of rain was loud over the low voices coming from the tv. Seonghwa was only starting to fall asleep while Hongjoong snored softly in his arms, a sleepy smile on his face. “I love you.” Seonghwa whispered, pressing a kiss to his lovers head. As he fell asleep he heard a soft groan, followed by a sleepy, “I love you too.” The couple cuddled togeher, finally able to fall asleep in each others arms. No screen to separate them now.

[ohgodimafraud]

Streaming t//diapt - Uru//shihara

Hi. Idek what to say about this one

summary: ur//ushihara makes a discover about his strteaming audience and his roommates demand that he capitalizes immediately.

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The summer heat continued baking down on Sasazuka, and it was the perfect excuse for Urushihara to stay put in his closet, the one sad fan whirring and blowing warm air against his damp skin. The laptop continued generating its excessive heat which was decidedly preferable to the resident NEET to the fresh summer air. As Urushihara scrolled through the bountiful sea of videos, he recognized a familiar screen name: his own.

Darklord666 Clip 1

So he’d gotten popular enough to have fans clip his best hits. A smirk spread across his face. So much for his streaming hobby being a “fruitless endeavor.” 

3.k views. One week ago.

Damn, that’s more than ten times the amount of followers he had last time he checked, and this video had gotten this many views in the span of a week. He clicked the video and adjusted the volume and leaned in to watch which one of his builds or jokes had taken off.

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“Oh this sucks. The hair colors are so limited.” Urushihara pinched the bridge of his nose and sniffled. “Guess you guys will have to point me towards some…cuhh-uh…hKSHhh’ieh! tssch! Ugh. wait” 

He adjusted his headset before reaching around offscreen until he produced a tissue. “HehkShhhieh! Ihhshhh’ihh!”

“Rec me sombe custumb condtedt,” he amended. “Oh…yeah, it’s ndot a—hYSHhh’ieh! ndot a cold, just allergies.” He blew his nose.

“Wait, I can get it through the game? Is it free?” He sniffled. “Oh and thanks.”

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Comments:

dandelion222: what is he allergic to

S.finder: @dandelion222 He said later in the stream that it’s dust

snzgirl: bless him <3 

sneezy123: god hes so sexy

supersnzr: the video quality is so bad but the content def makes up for it ;)))

Okay that was odd. He can’t see what was particularly sexy about that clip. He’d been sneezing for half of it. He frowned and clicked the next recommended clip.  

Darklord666 Clip 2

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“hyhSHhh’yyu! Tschh’iu! hpt’chhhu!” 

Urushihara fixed his headset that’d been displaced during the sneezing fit and gripped it as another sneeze shook him forward. “hh…hehhh….wa-waihht…ihhgKSHhh’ieh!” 

He wiped the screen with the hem of his raglan shirt. “Ugh,” he sniffled, “fail. You didn’t see that.” 

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Urushihara’s frown deepened. What the fuck? Why did this one have even more views. He skipped over the comments in favor of clicking the next video.

Darklord666 Clip 3

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“Yeah I wanted to do hh- rags t-to…wait…hehh…” Urushihara abandoned his sentence and squinted his eyes, nose scrunching in the lowlight. “HehhkSHhhihh!” This time the spray was visible and he hadn’t bothered to turn away from the laptop this time. “IhhSHhhiehh!”

“Oh hey thanks for the gift sakurablossom7.”

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Comments:

asters_in_bloom: heyy good find but maybe you shouldn’t put their screen names on these clips…

S.finder: @asters_in_bloom Others have commented the same thing. Going forward I’ll be sure to fix this.

asters_in_bloom: @S.finder ok but you didnt????

Dustyboi: i need him. im subscribing immediately. id pay him sm to sneeze all over my—

Urushihara stopped reading. Immediately. That didn’t stop autoplay from playing the fourth clip. The closet door abruptly flung open and he nearly tumbled out again, but managed to catch himself this time. He let out a groan of disdain before the inevitable scream fest began. 

“Urushihara!” Ashiya pointed at him as if he’d finally tracked him down. “Please stop talking to your friend “Chat” and come help me fold the laundry for once! Or if you’re going to sneeze nonstop, perhaps you should dust this time.”

“You’re just gonna complain that I’m doing it wrong,” Urushiahara complained, removing his headset. The sound of the clip did not stop, and it was then that he realized his headphones weren’t even plugged in. He blushed and paused the video.

“Why are you sitting here watching video tapes of yourself?”

“I’m not.” Urushihara shuddered and closed the computer. “Just figured out why I got so many gifts last stream.” 

Oh he’d fucked up. Royally. He could feel the way the atmosphere in the room had shifted, the way Ashiya’s mind had shifted into budget mode. “Gifts?”

“Money.”

“And why is that? How much money did you make?” 

This was humiliating, and yet something about the situation warranted sharing. He should want this to die a secret, but there’s a certain catharsis in discussing it. Without moving his eyes to meet Ashiya’s, he finally answered, “Apparently people like seeing me sneeze.”

“There are people who enjoy—”

“Like, dude, you don’t understand. They really really like it.’

Ashiya furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth as if he was going to ask him to get off his ass again.

“I don't even understand,” Urushihara added. “Like I made 1,500 yen last stream.”

“What do you mean they really like your—”

“You know how Sasaki Chiho looks at Maou when he does literally anything? Or how Sariel looks at—”

“Please speak no further.” Ashiya sighed and tilted his head. He raised an incredulous eyebrow. “To summarize, people are giving you money because of your incessant sneezing?”

Urushihara nodded.

“And you’re sure Chat is not paying you to cease and desist?” Urushihara opened his laptop and showed Ashiya the comment bold enough to make not just one but two demon generals blush. “No…further evidence requested. Excuse me.” 

Ashiya left the apartment. Perhaps it was all too much for him. Though Urushihara had at least eight thousand years on the guy, Ashiya had always been more old fashioned. Explaining that there in fact other people out there who would spend their free time watching other people play a game rather than playing it themselves had been a headache in itself. It was much easier to let him think he’d been video calling some guy named Chat. 

Urushihara quietly decided he was done streaming for the foreseeable future and ordered another delivery of a few bags of chips and a bottle of iced tea he could easily hide in the closet. He would’ve completely erased all memories of today were it not for what happened when Ashiya returned. 

***

“Dude, what the hell?” Urushihara cried when Ashiya yanked the closet door open once again. He was holding a bouquet of flowers with a sticker with a brightly marked down price. “What the fuck.”

“Do you remember the incident when Miss Sasaki brought his highness lilies?” Ashiya asked. A dark aura spread across the devil’s castle as his eyes zeroed in on the fresh chip bag in his hands. “I see you ordered delivery while I was out.”

“You’re a demon! Why are you trying to pimp me out to the sneeze fetish community?” he whined, fighting against Ashiya’s grasp on the door. 

“You call Chat this instant! It’s time you started contributing financially!” 

This was a mistake. All of it. Urushihara’s eyes were already starting to water from the putrid scent of the flowers Ashiya was continuing to wave in his face. 

“It’s time you learned the value of money. His majesty slaves over a hot grill all day, serving the people of Sasazuka, and he does not do it so you can waste all his—”

Speak of the devil. Maou entered the apartment. Surely he’d stop this human rights violation. 

“Dude, help!” Urushihara called out. 

Maou looked between his two demon generals, one holding lilies up to the other one's face as he shrunk back into the closet.

“Did Chi send those?” he asked obliviously.

“Ashiya is trying to pimp me out to strangers online!”

“He is exaggerating!”

Maou’s posture sagged. “What’s really happening?”

“Welcome home. As it happens, my liege, though his phrasing is crude, it is not far from the truth.” Ashiya moved a step back from the closet and faced Maou. He briefly explained the situation to Maou while Urushihara tried not to sneeze. It was becoming more difficult by the second. He brushed a few bright yellow flecks off of his shirt as Ashiya explained Chat’s sadistic tendencies.

“Okay, that…” Maou sighed and shot Urushihara a sympathetic glance. Hail Satan. “I get that we need the money, but—”

“He spent a day’s wages on Sims expansion packs.” Ashiya handed him a folded receipt from his pocket. 

Fuck.

“You’d better fuckin call Chat!” Maou hissed, pointing at him. “You think I’m made of yen?? I was saving to take Alas Ramus to the movies damnit!”

Urushihara sighed and opened the streaming app. He had indeed acquired another fifty followers since his last stream. 

“Dude, pleaseeee—”

“Let’s go, tech squad. How much yen can you make in one stream?”

“My record is uh…”

“2,000 yen, sire. I’ll bet with these he can double it.’

“Don’t come out until you’ve made at least 2,000,” Maou sighed. 

“Hi and welcome back to my channel. How are we doin’, chat?” He glanced up at the two demons standing over him and accepted the bouquet from Ashiya. He didn’t even have to take a whiff for the onslaught to continue. The scent alone was enough to drive his nose crazy. He couldn’t keep from scrunching it and sniffling, though each sniffle would bring in more of the sickly sweet odor. “So I got some of the expansion packs y’all rec…recommended. How about I make the, uh…cat—wait, I’mgonnasnNDSChhh’iuhh! H’KSChh’ieeh!”

Maou handed him a tissue pack, glare still intact. 

“We had a cat once. I was really allergic to it.” Urushihara blew his nose into a one-ply tissue before continuing. “No, that’s not why I’mb sneezing now. ‘Mb allergic to a lotta stuff apparently. Anyway…hahhhkSHhh’iew! Anyway, thangks for the gift, uh, Dustyboi…”

Save me, Dustyboi.

“Mby roombate can really stretch out 500 yen, y’kndow. Thanks, s-sakurabl-...hehYSHhh’iehh! Ihhpshh! Tschh! heh’ESCHhh’yew!”

Ashiya had moved on and went on to make dinner in the background. Maou sat in front of the TV with the volume on zero but with the captions on, though he seemed far more interested in Urushihara’s performance. 

Urushihara blew his nose again, knowing he’d have about a minute before he’d have to blow his nose again.. “Sorry guys, I’mb ndot gonnda be…able to…hh…st-stop sneezi’gg. Hehh’KSHhh’iehh! Mby roombate got flowers that I’mb allergic to. Yeah it’s that…it’s that bad. Anyway, here’s Silverfish the cat. We’re gonnda—H’ESCHhh’iew!—add himb ind…”  

Urushihara finalized the Devil’s Castle on the Sims and sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Yeah, Ashiya’s throwi’d himbself at Maou again. Just like in real life…”

“What did you say, you creatin?” Ashiya yelled from the kitchen which was, of course, part of the same room they were all in.

“Yeah they’re both hombe,” Urushihara said into the mic casually before losing control of the sneeze he’d managed to keep back for almost a full minute. “h’ESHhhu! Fugk…Ugh, thank you for the gifts. Mbaybe I cand afford better tissues now.” 

“Oh no, he has to pay off his debt first. Otherwise he’ll have to sell some of this streaming equipment,” Maou called from the living room portion of the room.

That did it. If Maou understood one thing about this world, it was appealing to the consumer. 

“Thangks for all the gifts, guys. Wow. Three-thousand yen!” Urushihara coughed and sniffled again. “Btw guys, I’m gudda be uploadi’gg a recordi’gg of this streab to mby chandel and all future streams. I’mb gudda…sndeeze…ah-agaid…Ehhshhh!-KShhh’ih! H’KSHhh’iew!”

He muddled through another twenty minutes of gameplay before people started expressing genuine concern in the comments. Suddenly there were about ten people regularly writing “bless you,” and “are you okay?” in the chat along with others calling him “poor thing.”

“H’KShhhieh! It’s okay, I’mb used to it. This is—hah…ieSCHhh’iew! KSHhhh! dothi’gg cobbared to whed we had the cadt I swear.”

In the background, Ashiya began setting the kotatsu for dinner. Somehow between the horny viewers and the sympathetic ones, he’d made five-thousand yen. 

“Okay…sorry guys. I godtta go. I’ll…I’ll be back tomborrow.” He gave a peace sign which he knew was ironic coming from him, but nobody needed to know that. 

“Five-k yen is gonna drop tonight, okay?” He then walked the bouquet to the trash can. Ashiya got up and stood in his way. 

“Save this one for tomorrow. He pulled a single lily out and left it on the table.” 

“Doesn't it suck busting your ass to make money only for someone else to spend it?” Maou asked with a smirk, crumbs sticking to the inner corners of his lips. 

Urushihara shrugged and went to wash his swollen face in the bathroom knowing that eventually the video of the stream would surely gain some income and exposure too. Next he’d report the accounts stealing his clips and make his own video compilations. And then nothing will come between him and owning his very own Switch.