#also ig this falls under an edit too?

[ryukzakiii]

distraction ⭑ l. lawliet (pt.2!)

part one here !

summary: now that the first move had been made, you start to realize just how badly L needs to be the best at anything he does, and how much he’s used to getting just what he wants.

pairing: l. lawliet x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (f. receiving), voyeurism kinda, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise ig, not really dom!L but he’s spoiled and gets what he wants, idk guys it’s nasty, fluff at the end :)

authors note: i got so carried away i cant edit it anymore just have at it and enjoy ya freaks!!

smut under the cut !!

after you and L first slept together that night in headquarters, his interest in you had grown exponentially. mainly because he couldn’t fully understand how somebody as beautiful and brilliant as you would ever be interested in somebody like him, but also because he had become fixated on learning everything there was to know about pleasing a woman. pleasing you.

every time the rest of the task force would leave for the night, he would take the opportunity to have you to himself almost immediately. as the nights went on, he grew more and more confident in what he was doing, being able to get you down on your knees in front of him just by speaking to you for a moment. his monotonous (yet somehow cocky) tone of voice alone drove you crazy.

as weeks became months, any little bit of hesitation he once had was smothered and he was just as sure of himself regarding you as he was regarding everything else; borderline too much.

that meant he began to want his needs to be met at any time he wished. like how he had sweets or drinks whenever he wanted, and anything he asked for he would always have post-haste, and it wasn’t like L to change his ways.

he would wait for everyone to leave the room, even just for ten minutes, and you’d be sitting in his lap barely able to catch your breath due to the fervour with which he kissed you.

he would ask watari to page you to his room if it was a night you hadn’t already been with him that day, either at school or out with friends, and you wouldn’t be there 5 minutes before he had you bent over a table (or the couch, or his work desk, or once over the windowsill the night you’d mentioned wanting to see the full moon).

in not so many words, his libido had gone into overdrive and he quite enjoyed getting whatever he wanted.

the only problem was that once you two were finished and he had a small break from the incessant urge to bury himself into you as deep as he could go, he still wanted to be just as close to you and horribly wanted you to feel the same way. unfortunately, this was the one situation where he couldn’t find the words to express his feelings.

so, since he had made it his goal to be the very best at making you feel good, he decided to get his point across to you the best way he now knew how.

“y/n, would you please come over here for a moment?”

almost everyone was currently heading out the door, off on their various ways for the evening aside from L, you, light, and misa. light had been discussing his thoughts about something with you while the others were busy and misa was awaiting a chance to convince light to hang out with her.

you excused yourself from your conversation with light and made your way to the opposite end of the room where L was sat in his usual spot in front of the television.

“what can i do for you?”

“actually i’d like to talk to you about something i want to do for you.” he said it as though light and misa weren’t 20 feet away, “well, to you, more accurately. i want to try something new, i wasn’t so sure i could do it but i believe i have a well enough understanding of what makes you tick to be successful.”

despite how casually and technical he spoke, every word was making that familiar damp feeling between your legs reappear. he was looking at you like he wanted to take a bite and it took everything in you not to fall to your knees right then and there, “uh, what exactly did you have in mind?”

“i’d really like to try my hand at performing cunnilingus. in fact,” he turned his head to look towards the others in the room, “let’s do it now. no time like the present eh?”

“L, whatever you’re thinking about is a bad idea. light and misa are right over there.”

“nevermind them, they won’t be able to see past the back of the couch, come and sit here.”

you nodded and he slid over and motioned for you to sit where he had just been, handing you his cell phone in the process, “if you get too nervous about them, speed dial light on this and it will send a message to his phone to meet down in headquarters. sound good?”

the second he saw you nod again, he crouched down to the floor in front of you and began working away at the clasp of your pants. he shimmied them down your legs and onto the floor, gently so as not to make a sound, your underwear going next leaving you fully exposed to him.

he was in awe. sure, he was now incredibly familiar with your body, but he’d never gotten as close as he now found himself. your pussy was just inches from his face, wet and waiting, all for him. his hands gripped the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart so he could get a better look at you in all your glory.

“would you look at this, you’ve gotten wet before i’ve even touched you.” he spread you further open with his thumbs, fingers still curled into your thighs and hot breath fanning over you, “i suppose it would only be right of me to clean up the mess i’ve caused, don’t you think?”

“yes, please.” your voice came out as barely a whisper, “but they’re going to hear you.”

“shh, just press the button and they’ll go away.” he pressed a kiss right above your clit and you had to bite your tongue to stop from crying out. even just keeping your head still was almost impossible.

you gripped the phone tightly in your hand as he kissed your clit this time, sucking it into his mouth gently.

he wasn’t trying to get you caught. that would undoubtedly be bad for the both of you, for both your jobs and your reputations. so why did he find himself itching to make you cry out? to make light and misa painfully aware of the fact that in the same suite they sat in talking innocently, L was making you feel the best that anyone could, so good you lost all sense of control and let them find out.

he knew you would never be able to show your face again had this happened though, so he reached a hand above him and clasped it over your mouth, “be quiet, i’m trying to concentrate.”

you squirmed under his touch and his tongue began to venture further, further inside his favourite place to be. he licked a stripe all the way back to your clit and your thighs instinctively squeezed shut around his head.

his hand muffled the whine that escaped you and you were sure someone would hear you. you clicked the button to dial light and finally tossed away the phone, gripping onto the couch cushions with both hands to keep yourself grounded.

you could hear his phone chime, followed by the sound of chairs pushing out and the door slamming. L paused his movements and was at last able to come up for air, mouth and chin now glistening in the faint light from the tv.

“finally i have you all to myself,” he readjusted so his arms curled under your legs, allowing him a better hold to keep them open wide.

he dove right back in, pointy nose prodding at your clit with every movement of his mouth making your body jolt. your hands worked their way into his already messy hair, holding onto it tightly as you began rocking your hips into his mouth, wet and warm and making you feel amazing.

“yes, yes just like that,” you panted out, “god that’s perfect L, please, don’t stop.”

he groaned into your pussy hearing you talk to him like that, sending a shockwave up through you. you were close, he could tell, he just had to get you there. he needed to get you there, to show you how good he could be for you.

you held him impossibly tighter to you as the knot in your stomach began to build, dragging yourself along his tongue hurriedly enough to make you wonder if he was able to keep up. your moans turned into high pitched whines as you approached your release, not a care in the world anymore about who might be around to hear you.

with both the pretty sounds you were making and the simple act of you using his mouth however you pleased, riding his tongue now to practically get yourself off, L felt so accomplished. knowing he could make you feel just as desperate for him as he felt for you was enough that he could die happy.

“oh fuck, fuck i’m gonna cum,” he was doing it. your whole body began to spasm and your back arched straight off the couch. he held you as still as he could and your legs once again closed around his head, this time squeezing for dear life as his tongue continued to work circles around your clit. all that was coming out of your mouth was babbles of his name and profanities.

as the pleasure soon turned into overstimulation, he continued without faltering his pace. he was determined. he was sure you’d probably had a good experience to compare this to, hell maybe even a great one, so he had to be sure he was the best.

“L, please, ‘s too much,” you whined, “it’s my turn.”

he pulled away entirely, coming closer to head level and giving your overworked pussy the break it was craving, “i’m sorry, i don’t recall saying anything about you getting a turn.”

“but what about you? just a taste, just quick.”

he cut you off by pressing his thumb down on your clit, the other hand moving up to cover your mouth again with a bit more force than the first time.

“i don’t know when you got it in your head that you run the show around here, but i suggest you get used to listening to me. keep being difficult and i’ll have no choice but to stop entirely.” he was bluffing, of course, but his stone cold expression didn’t give him away. his eyes trailed down to where his thumb was pressed, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile, “i really don’t want to have to do that. you just taste so, so sweet. think you can be good and behave for me?”

you nodded vigorously, pussy squeezing around nothing and begging him for attention again, the cocky, almost condescending tone in his voice making you shiver.

“excellent. now turn around for me please, hands on the back of the couch.”

you did as he asked the second he let go of you, hands holding firmly to the back of the couch and ass presented to him. you could hear his belt undoing, followed by a zipper and you braced yourself for him, but nothing.

L was a bit busy. stroking himself with one hand he stood to take in the sight before him. he had a bad habit of doing this, staring at you when he was supposed to be doing something, but he couldn’t help it. his eyes were glued to where you needed him to be, trying to carve the sight of it into his memory. his free hand held your waist as he finally lined himself up, coaxing another whine out of you as he bottomed out.

his thrusts started shallow and slow, your gentle moans fading into the background as he focused on how warm you felt.

you turned your head back to look at him, the sight of him looming over you with his jaw hung slack making you squeeze around him, “harder L, please.”

he switched to both hands and tightened his grip on your waist, “what did i say about behaving?” nonetheless, he was pushing into you much rougher now than before, yet still agonizingly slow.

“‘m sorry, it just feels so good.”

he began to pick up his pace, breathing becoming heavier the more into it he got, soon letting out little pants and groans of his own. generally, he was rather quiet during sex, only really vocalizing near the end when he couldn’t hold it in anymore, so the fact that he was talking to you and teasing you was a very pleasant surprise.

“yeah? does that feel good?” hearing you say just how good he was doing spurred him on even further, “do me a favour, id like to see the rest of you, please.”

you pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head as best as you could, L placing a hand on your sternum to hold you up. instead of letting you back down however, his hand trailed up to your chest, taking hold of one of your breasts as your back came flat against his chest. his chin rested on your shoulder and you could feel his sharp breaths hitting your ear, his racing heartbeat on your back matching your own.

the knot in your stomach returned, your pussy fluttering around him making him feel like he was on top of the world, “you— you’re so beautiful, god i could do this all day. look at you, so responsive to me, and such a good listener.”

all you could do was pant, his pace now unforgiving and making you feel like he was tearing you apart in the best way possible. he kissed behind your ear and let go of your chest in favour of rubbing gentle circles on your clit.

your whole body felt like it was white hot, “shit! yes, oh please L. i need it, i need you, please make me cum.”

he’d never heard you sound so frantic before and it was driving him up the wall, “y/n, you feel so incredible.” the more he spoke the quicker your release came rushing through you like a stampede, “i love feeling you around me like this, fuck, you’re just perfect.”

you gripped onto his arms and craned your neck to try and look at him, crying out pleas of his name and senselessly confessing to him how beautiful he was and how good he always made you feel. he held you impossibly tighter, his work on your clit long forgotten now as his only goal was to keep you as close as physically possible.

his hair hung low over his eyes, messy and sticking to his face from sweat. you were getting overstimulated once again but you’d lost all the sense in you to care, another orgasm bubbling up already because of it. L felt it, as if the look on your red face wouldn’t have given it away regardless, and his jaw fell open as his own release came creeping up on him.

his hips finally began to falter, a few loud, deep groans ripping out of him. his eyebrows knitted together and he shut his eyes, steady whimpers and groans falling out of him now as the two of you reached your peak together.

you felt him twitch inside of you, one of his arms reaching to hold the couch as his muscles began to give out on him. he placed sloppy, sweet kisses on your jaw before flopping down onto his back on the couch with an outstretched arm waiting for you.

he was back to normal, back to being his quiet self. you laid your head on his chest and he yanked the blanket from the back of the couch to cover the two of you, fingers gently tapping and tracing lines onto your bare back. this was your favourite part of it all, just laying with him and basking in what you’d just done.

for L, despite how much he craved the feeling of this, this was the part that would still make him question himself. when thoughts of self-doubt had an opening to creep up on him. the muscles in his hands twitched and the hold he had on you subconsciously tightened, dreading the moment you decide to get up and go to your room to take care of yourself.

every time you would bid him adieu, he could feel exactly where you had been laying become cold, physically reminding him of your absence. he couldn’t stand it. every night he tried to work up the courage to tell you to come back, to wait for him in his room instead, to ask you if he could come to bed with you, but every night the words would get caught in his throat and he’d choke.

you didn’t show any signs of getting up though, if anything you were letting yourself get comfier. he revelled in it, the whole room smelled a little like sweat but he found it almost sweet. maybe that would become his new favourite smell. he hoped you were as blissful as he was.

you trailed a hand up under the front of his shirt, letting your hand rest over his heart and feeling it quicken with every little movement you made.

“i really don’t want to get up.” you finally spoke, “i wish we could just stay like this.”

he winced, “don’t get up. you don’t have to.”

you tilted your head up to look at him, his face finally visible with his hair going every which way and his eyelids hanging half-closed. this was the most relaxed he ever looked, probably because he was far less concentrated than he usually had to be.

“we can’t just sleep here on the couch, L.”

we. we can’t sleep here on the couch, “we could. technically we can do whatever we want.”

he smiled at you, a coy little smile, and you knew you were so screwed.

“how about you go and wait for me in my room then?” he wasn’t looking at you anymore, too nervous for your response, “i just have to put all these files where they need to go, and maybe clean up a little.”

“really?”

“if that’s something you want to do, if not don’t feel like you’re obligated to say yes.”

“no i want to! i mean, as long as you’re sure you want me in your room.”

“of course i do.”

he sent you upstairs with his key card once the both of you were dressed again and you nervously waited for the elevator to stop on his floor. skipping the whole way to his bedroom, and once inside you tucked yourself away in the bathroom to clean yourself up.

when L entered the room, you were nowhere to be seen. he heard the sound of the running tap in the bathroom and decided to wait for you in the bed. he laid right in the middle, how he was used to sleeping, and watched you with a smile plastered on his face as you walked out of the bathroom and over towards him.

you climbed under the blanket with him and tucked under his arm, head laying on his chest and an arm stretched across his torso.

“your bed’s comfy.”

“it’s a lot more comfortable now that you’re in it.” he placed a hand on your head, “before you fall asleep, i want to tell you id like if you slept here more often. whenever you want, in fact.”

“i will be taking you up on that.” your eyes were closed, sleep beginning to whisk you away, “you’re about to see so much of me you’ll get sick of it.”

as he felt you shift into unconscious, breathing slowed against his chest and your body pressed against his, he was sure he was the luckiest man in world at that moment, “i’d never get sick of you.”

[auras-moonstone]

Hi!! So the Canucks just lost to the oilers 😔 could we get some more Ethan or Jack x Hockey??

Or sm cowboy Jack related yk bc of his most recent ig post🤭

Anywayyy hope you are having a great start of The Weekend, love your writing 🫶🏼💋

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ sparking up my darkest night — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 3k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: cowboy!ethan landry x pop star!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n goes to her grandparents’ hometown to hide from the drama, and she meets ethan, a cowboy who helps her through the darkness as they fall in love with each other.

ᡣ𐭩 warnings: fluff. cheesiness.

after long, exhausting hours of driving, y/n arrived to the minuscule town where she was going to hide for undefined amount of time. according to her publicist, disappearing from the public eye was the best choice, primarily for her mental health.

the two grammy award winner fell victim to the manipulation of another famous singer who, using his power as a big figure in the industry, twisted a story and went as far as editing conversations and calls to paint y/n as a villain.

and it had worked like a charm. at the moment, y/n’s name was trend on every platform and the hateful comments outlawed the positive ones, that were practically non-existent. people who already disliked her took the situation as an opportunity to unleash their hatred and some of their fans even turned their backs on her.

the castle y/n had built crumbled overnight, and so she decided to hide in the town her grandparents grew up in and try to pretend she was a normal person and her career and future weren’t slipping through her fingers like sand.

y/n stood right next to the car as her eyes inspected the house from outside. the flowers on the front garden were very much alive, the grass was perfectly cut, the windows were practically glowing. there was no aspect of the house that indicated it had been uninhabited for the last five years, and it sent y/n in a spiral because why was the place in such good conditions?

“y/n?” a boyish voice pulled her out of thoughts.

the girl went stiff and adjusted her sunglasses. “um, no?” she turned around to find a boy her age and a brown and white horse by his side.

amusement filled his eyes. “you are not sure if you’re y/n?” he asked, evidently trying to hold his laugh. “what’s with the big glasses and the bandeau?”

the pop-star instinctively ran her hand over the silk cloth. “i’m undercover.”

“in a vuitton bandeau and driving a benz? hate to break it to you, but that’s not how you go undercover. does your team hate you or something?”

“wouldn’t be surprised.” she muttered under her breath. “anyways, how do you know my name, smartass?”

“i’m ethan landry, nice to meet you.” he extended his hand for a shake and his calloused fingers met hers. to his surprise, they were calloused as well, and then he remembered that y/n played way too many instruments so it made sense. “my parents are friends of yours, they asked me to check if you’d arrived safely and to help you settle.”

“oh, that’s nice of you. thank you.” y/n smiled gently.

“no problem at all. at your service, ma’am.” he jokingly tipped his cowboy hat.

y/n laughed. “nice hat, want to exchange?”

ethan scoffed. “get that overpriced thing away from me, i’d rather stay true to my roots.”

“whatever, cowboy. are you going to introduce me to this gorgeous creature?” she eyed the horse with soft eyes.

“i already told you, my name’s ethan.” he winked, making her roll her eyes. but the boy was charming, there was not denying that. “this is my horse, pegasus, and his favourite song of yours is white horse.”

her shoulders shook with laughter and ethan’s heart skipped a beat. that sound was as angelic as her voice. but he quickly locked those thoughts away, he could not go there. she was not only here for a short period of time, she was also beyond untouchable.

“hi, pegasus. aren’t you the cutest horse ever? yes, you are.” she baby-talked the gigantic animal while petting him. “i love your name.” the horse made a sound and the next thing she knew, he licked the side of her face. “aww! it’s nice to meet you too. you’re as charming as your owner, huh?”

“thanks for the compliment but i’m not going to lick your face.” ethan joked, but he was screaming from the inside.

y/n sighed, feigning disappointment. “well, i tried.”

they got to know each other a bit more as ethan helped her get settled in the house, which he knew like the back of his hand because he was the reason why the house looked good as new. her parents payed him to clean the house and take care of the garden.

“well, i’ll leave you to start getting familiar with your new home for the time being. i wrote down my number and sticked it to the fridge. you can call me or text me any time, i live five minutes away so it’s no inconvenience for me. don’t hesitate to reach out, okay? whether you need help with something or if you need a friend to talk to.”

a friend. that sounded so nice. her so called friends from the city let go of her hand as soon as the drama unfolded, not giving her a chance to explain. they didn’t even ask what happened, they just disappeared. they discarded her once her reputation went down the drain.

“hey…” he said softly. she met his gaze and the look in her eyes splitter his heart. he lived in a small town and even though he wasn’t on the phone that much, he didn’t live under a rock. ethan knew the reason behind her escapade, and because of his parents’ friendship with y/n’s family, he knew all those things the singer said about her were fabricated and far from real. “the truth will come out. it always does. you’re allowed to feel sad, and angry, and whatever you’re feeling, but don’t let them bring you down.”

“they already did. my career might be over, everyone hates me, the record is thinking about letting me go because i don’t bring them a good image anymore, i have no friends left. they made me ran away from my home, ethan. i can’t even defend myself because they’re so filled of hatred that they won’t hear my side of the story.”

“so you don’t play the part of the victim, even though you are one. you gather all the awful things they’re saying about you and laugh it off. make it your brand. they can’t use it against you if you embrace the hate.” he said all of those things, and he truly believed it. but at the same time, he had the urge to bring him into his arms and secure her from the outside world.

she pressed her lips in a thin line “that sounds great, ethan. but i don’t know if i can do that.”

he nodded in understanding “and that’s normal. the wounds are still raw, but you’ll get there eventually, because you cannot let them win.”

“you’re kinda wise, cowboy.” she finally smiled.

“thank you, super star. maybe in your next album you can mention a hot cowboy who helped you see reason.”

“oh, do you know any hot cowboys? introduce me please.” she teased him.

ethan gritted his teeth. he did not like the image of her with someone else at all. he had met her two hours ago and he was already having possessive thoughts. ethan was definitely not going to survive y/n. he feared she already had him under her spell. after all, her funny comebacks and soft heart were impossible to resist.

“nah. you already have the best combo in town, the hottest, most charming cowboy—me—, and his sweet sidekick—pegasus.”

y/n shook her head in amusement “you’re so full of yourself.” but she couldn’t deny that she agreed with him.

“more like aware of myself.”

“i don’t know how that hat fits in that big head of yours.”

“it’s custom made, darling.” he winked.

“and pretty ugly, too. here, let me help.” she took off her bandeau and wrapped it around his hat. “now you’re a fancy cowboy.”

“i’m going to be the town’s biggest disappointment.” yet, he didn’t take it off. “i really have to go, but let’s do something tomorrow, okay? maybe i can show you around town.”

she smiled like the cheshire cat. “can i ride a horse?”

“sure, we can borrow my sisters’”

“yay! can’t wait. see you tomorrow, ethan.”

“it’s fancy cowboy for you, super star.” he winked and then left the house.

as she watched both pegasus and ethan disappear from her sight, she realized it had been months since the last time she had smiled so genuinely. and even though she had been in this town for a couple of hours, she already decided it was the best decision she could’ve made.

as soon as ethan caught sight of y/n standing in the porch, he smiled like a little kid. she was adorable, with a basket in hand, short overalls and cowboy boots and excitement lighting up her face.

“dressed for the occasion, i see.” ethan said.

“like it?” she asked, doing a little turn.

“you look gorgeous, y/n.” he answered softly making the singer blush. “though, there’s something missing to complete the outfit.” her curious eyes met his, and he simply smiled as he took a cowboy hat from his bag. he put it on y/n’s head and hummed in content. “now we’re talking.”

“i love it! thank you so much!” y/n didn’t even think before jumping and throwing her arms around his slim waist.

“you’re very welcome.” he murmured, hugging her back. her figure felt so perfect against his, like puzzle pieces. “what’s on the basket?”

“i made cupcakes, a cheesecake and sandwiches. i was thinking we could stop to have a little picnic.”

“that sounds very nice. i know a spot by the lake.“

y/n admired her surroundings. the sun reflecting on the lake, the green grass, the quietness, the tall trees, the animals living so freely. she felt so at ease, not needing to be in high alert for invasive paparazzis or overstepping fans.

“a penny for your thoughts?” ethan asked, curious about what thoughts had her smiling so big.

“it feels so good not being under scrutiny. no hunters with cellphones at sight, i feel so fucking light.”

“you don’t miss the city?” he asked curiously.

“not even a bit.” she answered truthfully. “when the drama began, i realized i have nothing there.“

“what about your friends? boyfriend? girlfriend?”

“no boyfriend or girlfriend.” thank god, ethan screamed internally. “and all my supposed friends turned into smoke. being friends with a liar is not good for their image, and that’s the whole reason why they hung out with me i now realize.”

“fuckers.” he spat angrily. “when your next album breaks all the records they’re going to came back with their tails between their legs and you’re going to laugh at their faces.”

how could someone she had met less than a day ago make her feel so much? “you’re setting the bar too high for my next album. what if it ends up sucking and you have to eat your words?”

he shrugged “easy, you just have to work your ass off so my ego isn’t hurt by not being right.”

“working hard is the way of making a good album? damn, i would’ve never thought of doing that!” they exclaimed sarcastically.

“lucky you met me, then.”

jokes aside, y/n really was lucky. the soft spot on her heart was slowly becoming reserved for him. feelings were already blooming and there’s nothing she could do to stop it.

she really liked how funny he was and god, she was part of hollywood yet she had never encountered someone more breathtakingly beautiful than ethan landry. but the way he constantly made her believe that she could truly get her reputation back? the way he truly had faith in her? that’s what made her certain he was the best of the best.

“would you…” he started the question, then hesitated. y/n raised her eyebrows, urging him to keep going. “would you consider leaving the city to move here?”

“right now? i would say yes, i’d really consider it. but that’s because in l.a everyone is going to shove a camera in my face and ask questions and i wouldn’t be able to go out without hate being thrown at me.”

ethan nodded. “yeah, that makes sense.”

“i guess time will tell.”

“maybe i’ll have to make sure to give you endless reason to stay.”

she had a feeling it wouldn’t take too much work. besides, him living there was enough reason to make her stay.

six months had gone by. everyone wondered where y/n was, if she was going to drop new music, if she was going to show her face, activate her social media again, if she was going to address the drama and explain her side of the story in detail. everyone speculated that she was drowning in her own misery—which they agreed she deserved for being a liar and manipulator—, they had no idea she was going better than she ever had. or that she had just finished writing her comeback album.

“this is amazing, y/n.” ethan said when he finished reading one of the songs. “everyone’s going to love it.”

they were currently sitting in y/n’s living room, just right by the fireplace. they had brought down her mattress and made a fort with the covers and pillows. ethan had begged her to show some of the songs, and she accepted. she was not showing him the ones she had written about him, though.

“i don’t know about that.” she shook her head. “anyways, i’m not doing it to be liked again. i guess the only reason i’m dropping this album is because i don’t want to keep my side of the story to myself. if i want to close this chapter of my life, everything needs to be let out. and i also want my remaining fans to know.”

“you don’t want your career back? you deserve it. you’ve worked so hard to get the spot you had before that jealous prick ruined it.” ethan spat with hatred. honestly, at this point he was more angered by the whole thing than her. it made her heart melt, the way he cared about her.

“i do want my career back, but i don’t want it to be the center of my world anymore. i’ve found other things that brings me joy, too. i don’t want to let go of them.”

ethan pushed himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “and… what are those things?” he asked hope invading his chest.

“picnics next to the lake, taking care of farm animals, riding horses while watching the sunset, just… enjoying my life with no pressure.“ she spoke, then shoot her gaze up, meeting his. “but mostly, i enjoy doing those things with you. having you in this house, making dinner with you, baking, making forts, dancing around the kitchen… you make me want to leave my old life behind.”

ethan smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “there’s nothing i’d love more than for you to stay here with me, but i’d never ask you to give your career up.”

“i know. i know you wouldn’t, and that’s why i like you so much. you’ve been supportive since the beginning. you’re the main reason this album is going to exist. not only because you were my muse, but also because you gave me the strength to want to get my career back.”

“y-your muse? what are you talking about?”

“i only showed you two songs, the album is going to have around sixteen songs. those i showed you are about the drama, but… the concept is going to be about how finding love got me through the drama.”

“finding love? you…?” he would’ve been embarrassed of his high pitched voice if he weren’t so shocked by her choice of word.

she nodded softly, and eyed him hesitantly, trying to figure out if she’d read the signs wrong. next thing y/n knew was ethan rolling on top of her and his soft lips pressing against hers. “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

“i love you, too.” she kissed him back. “eth?” he hummed. “what do you think about the basement?” she asked, making him blink in confusion.

“the basement?”

“yeah, do you think it would be a cool place to build my little recording room?”

his jaw fell open. “what are you saying?”

she traces his face features with her fingertips “i’m saying that i’m moving here. and there’s no way i’m driving to L.A everyday to record the album, i would get too tired and i’d miss you too much.”

“we could move to your apartment until you finish.” he suggested.

“you would move to the city for me?” she asked, getting a bit emotional.

his eyes sparkled. “i would do anything for you.”

“you’re so fucking sweet, but you don’t need to move. i really want to move here, for good. i would probably have to drive a few times a month for important meetings or for interviews, but this is my home. both you and this town.”

he had no words, he simply kissed her softly and then hid his warm face on the crook of her neck. after a long, peaceful silence, he finally asked. “can i read those love songs?”

y/n smiled. “why don’t i play them for you?”

“this is the best day of my fucking life. don’t move, i’ll get your guitar.” he quickly got off her and ran up the stairs like an over-excited puppy.

y/n couldn’t believe what a turn her life has done. a couple of months ago she wished to have a time machine to avoid that call that turned her life into hell. now, she found herself feeling grateful that happened. not only she felt stronger but it also showed her the fake world she had blindly been living in. and most importantly, it brought her to ethan, and she would go through hell thousands of times for him.

[isackwhy]

ISAACWHY HEADCANONS BOTH NSFW AND SFW

my time to shine.

isaacwhy sfw hc’s!!!

i fully believe this man is terrified to flirt

like i blame all the homeschooling he’s so sociable normally but just buckles up w flirting

unless he’s drunk

so w that i think he’d easily fall for a best friend

someone he gets more comfortable with but also more head over heels for

kinda makes it easier to flirt in the long run tbh

okay enough i’m too high i’m going too in depth w that LOL

even after you guys start dating he gets ten times bolder when he’s drunk

that’ll be more detailed in nsfw dw dw

loves play wrestling w you

like no matter or tall or body type this man will try and gently body slam you onto a bean bag

does that fake punching shit w the “ugh! agh!” noises behind you when ur editing or cooking or looking at something in the store

also bluetooth humps u

it’s embarrassing the amount of times he’s done it in the middle of target and people have spotted it as you swat him away

isaac laughs everytime as soon as they’re gone while u just sulk

here’s a quick take: if ur both content creators and known best friends when u start dating, i feel like at some point one of y’all would let it slip OR u drop one too many hits and the ppl catch on

y’all would want it to be private but not like secret. u would mention that u arent single every so often and he’d slip into a podcast one day but never directly state it

until a slip up on stream when u we’re playing a horror game and he came into your room to scare you

you yelped, headphones falling off

once your heart stops beating you let out a whined, “babeeeee….”

he stops laughing first

it’s only then u realize what u did

and then boom everyone knew

he posted a lot of pics of u before but now he’s reposting ur ig posts to his stories. posting selfies of u two on his story. (w his face covered ofc)

nsfw hc’s now >:)

i remember vividly during one of the podcasts that willy said isaac is the freakiest. it was under his breath and i remember isaac just going “wha—“ BUT I REMEMBER IT

w that said…..choking, a mix of praise and degradation, marking you….like he goes IN w that

he’s like got your legs in the air doing what he has to do with his hand around your neck, curls slightly sweaty, toned abs shining under the light

“you’re doing so fucking good baby. you like this? you like the world knowing you’re a good slut?”

EEP okay

the next day your whole neck is purple. his back and biceps are scratched up and u are being bullied by your friends

“they’re mad they didn’t get laid last night!” isaac yells

after u guys announce ur dating and someone even spots what could be a hickey on ur neck it floods into the chat and thank god for ur mods bc u are not addressing how ur bf was pounding ur shit and then went to play clash of clans after

now….when he’s drunk.

he had just filmed that drunk lethal company video w yumi and larry

downed far too many shots of vodka

he gets up and plops onto the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist

“you okay there?” you laugh, moving some of his curls so u can see his face

his eyes are glazed over but a goofy smile works it’s way across his face

next thing your know he’s inching towards your thighs, kissing them and then trying to separate them to get to your core

“isy. you’re drunk.”

“hmmm? i think i’m still sober enough to make you cum.”

“hmph no. you’re drunk.”

he pouts and climbs on top of you

he leans down and rests kisses all over ur face, trailing to your neck, whispering ‘please’ between every kiss

“no. when ur sober” you push him away with a laugh

he gives in, very excited to wake up sober

as soon as your eyes flutter open there’s kisses along your jawline and a wide eyed isaac in your face

“i’m sober.”

but when you’re BOTH like any sort of intoxicated

by golly

it’s very rare you two find yourselves at a party but when you do and you’re both taking shots and then running to the sesh circle and then getting more shots

first, you’re holding onto each other so you don’t fall

second, your hands are all over his biceps while his keep trailing under your shirt or around your stomach

ur walking around to find nick. the only one who didn’t drink. because you guys are impatient and like need each other like now

he takes you guys back to the house and goes back to keep an eye on the other guys

meaning. y’all have the house to ur selves

lord do u take that to ur advantage

you don’t even make it to the bedroom. you stumble into the living room and before the front door is even closed your lips are attached to his

you’re both stumbling as you kiss until the back of your legs hit the couch and he falls on top to you

“i was so very tempted to just fuck you in the bathroom of that house,” you laugh between kisses, words slurred with adrenaline and alcohol

“well—now—weee have the house to ourselves,” isaac slurs as well, his hands sliding down your bottoms and pulling them and your underwear down swiftly

“nuh uh! you too mister!” you giggle as you drunkenly tug at his pants

he complies ofc duh

lots of drunk mumbles of i love you are exchanged. his head in the crook of your neck as you fuck on his couch 🫡

he’s whines a lot more when he’s drunk too like he whines when he’s sober but it gets louder when he’s drunk and u love it sm omfg

i barely write for nsfw so if it’s ASS i apologize

[randomravager]

hello tis me!

(kinda rushed intro post but ill fix it later)

my irl name stays irl, but I use the name Arli online! im a minor so keep that in mind when interacting with my blog. oh also im queer (?) and most likely aroace-spec (edit: what is attraction? and why are men and women hot)

I like to read, crochet, write poetry, swim, and im also learning the drums! I speak Arabic too which ig ill add here :)

fandom list which is definitely not covering everything:

- marauders

-Rick riordan

- steven universe

-gravity falls

-the magnus archives

- uh there’s definitely more I’ll add them later

tagging system

#blippity blap: original posts, if there is ever a need I will put trigger warnings and a post under the cut but that doesn’t happen often

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SEND ME ASKS PLEASE! I love interaction :D

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oh also if anything I say upsets you please let me know (respectfully ofc). like if you want me to refrain from using certain terms or text slangs on you, or if i accidentally say anything offensive

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[sweetmoonstorm]

Uhm I had a one-shot request ;3; because I don't see anything about Caine from TADC it's almost always Jax and I don't mind Jax! But I had an idea for a one-shot with Caine where the reader appears in the digital circus and they look similar to Caine because I adore his design but I was wondering if you could please do a one-shot like that ;v;

-🫧anon

*puts this here and skitters away*

Ofc I can do that dear bubble anon! For quick reference, you mention you want the reader to appear similar to Caine, so here's a quick lil idea-

Reader has a head similar to Caine's, with a mostly humanoid body, but the teeth are more like fangs

Edit during writing : There isn't too much romance(I promise there's a bit) as this is when reader first arrives in the digital circus (I'm more a slow burn person w a couple of exceptions yk?)

(Pic below for reference)

(They can be semi transparent or solid whatever is preferred)

And I imagine reader's eyes to be on top of the mouth like :

(No feet-(unless u want ig but it wont be mentioned in oneshot-))

(May I add they glow in the dark?)

For the ACTUAL oneshot here ya go

It was.... rather dark.

One moment you'd put on a headset, and the next you'd been enveloped in a strange darkness, which pulled, or pushed you to somewhere. You couldn't tell whether it was a pull or a push, and frankly, you weren't quite sure if you actually wanted to anyways.

Around you, you could hear music playing. A feminine voice singing with a soundtrack that likely belonged to a circus of some sort. Whoever was singing was also listing out names, though you couldn't quite hear the names.

Though, the music grew louder and louder until you eventually figured- you were falling. Falling, falling, falling until you landed on something.

The music suddenly stopped, and as you squinted your eyes open, you saw an array of people hovering over you, who seemed really off.

A... periwinkle rabbit man, a.. ragdoll? A jester who seemed panicked, a... person, who was an array of shapes, a chess piece, a king perhaps, and a person in the air with a chattermouth(you thought it was something like that), with eyes in their mouth.

You could hear new voices- likely theirs, chattering over the over, perhaps talking about you. It was mostly confusion and curiosity among the group, with a few annoyed faces that could be seen.

Among the group, there was someone that'd said something along the lines of "A new human arrival!"

All of a sudden, one of the people there got a lil too close for your own comfort, his eyes being different colors and being right in his mouth. You were about to say something, but something else was... off. You felt weird.

Something was very, very wrong.

In a panic, you scrambled away from the onlookers, nearly falling over into.. something.

"Oh no, can't have the new arrival dropping into the cellar so soon!" The one with the chatterteeth for a head exclaimed, gliding... flying? He'd come over to pick you up, lifting you into the air.

You were about to say something, but stopped when you noticed. In this thing he called the 'cellar', there was a multitude of eyes. Neon colored eyes surrounded by black, all staring up at you.

You felt that; if they could attack you- they would've done so by now.

"What the @$#%??" You cursed under your breath- or at least attempted to. In the profanity's stead, some sort of... honking noise came out of your mouth. What type of censor technique was this??

"No foul words allowed in this fine circus, good person!" The man with the chatterteeth for a head added. "This place is meant for people of ALL ages!"

Well, at least he was thinking of the kids out there. Not like getting kidnapped or whatever was 'kid-friendly'.

"Well, isn't there some sorta.... way of getting out of here?" You questioned the man, tapping your foot. The music from before had resumed, being rather faint background noise. If you were to talk loud enough, surely you'd be able to block it out.

The others looked at your awkwardly, one in particular taking a step forward. It was the rag-doll. "Er.... well-" She seemed nervous in a way that screamed "You aren't gonna like this one." Unfortunately, she was right.

Just then, the rabbit had stepped in and shrugged. "Nope." He said, as if he'd been asked a casual question rather than one regarding escape. It seemed as if he couldn't open his mouth, or at least didn't have to in order to talk.

"Jax!" The rag doll hissed. "Don't do what you did with Pomni!"

So, the rabbit was Jax and someone here was Pomni. Alright then. Two names down.

"I, uh..." You started, planning to introduce yourself. You... couldn't.

"Uh...."

Oh, this was very, very bad.

In an attempt to regain your memories, you averted your gaze only to see a mirror, with... something in it. Was... was that... you? Sure you didn't remember what you looked like; but surely you didn't look.... like, that.

Your appearance was akin to the man with the chatterteeth for a head, though your eyes were positioned differently and your teeth were... a bit sharper.

Pretty sharp actually; you were sure you could prick yourself on one of them if you weren't careful enough.

The man with the chatterteeth(that was getting kinda exhausting to repeatedly think) didn't quite acknowledge your appearance being similar to his, though he did have some sort of excitement in those eyes of his. They were two different colors, one green, one blue. Pretty bright too.

"Is..... something wrong?"

The ragdoll asked, seeming concerned for you. Just now(for some reason), you noticed that one of her eyes was replaced with a large blue button. Fit the whole "doll" thing you supposed.

That wasn't exactly the biggest of your worries though.

"I..... why can't I......"

You tried to rack your brain to think of what your name was, and even what you looked like before... this.

You knew you didn't usually look like this, and yet your brain couldn't think up anything else.

"Looks like it's time to pick out a new name for our new arrival!" The man w- Ehem, the man you looked similar to rushed over to you, picking you up and placing you next to a large.... thing.

Sort of like one of those things where if you got three in a row, you'd win the game-

How come you could remember those things but not yourself???

"Who even are you?" You pulled away, looking at the man with confusion.

The man looked at you, his eyes... somehow, getting even brighter. Or maybe it was just you. But something about his eyes, or more like how he seemed very..... fun, to say the least interested you.

Interested you in a way that... er.... these kinda thoughts probably weren't appropriate for the current situation, but he did look.... nice. In a sense.

"I, my dear, am Caine, the ringmaster of this fine circus! Now we shall spin the wheel for your new name!"

"I- what do you mean new na-"

You had started to question th- Caine, but you didn't get an answer as the machine had been started. Apparently you were going to be given a 'new name'?

A little while went by, and maybe two or three names that were terrible or just didn't suit you went by, but at the last spin a name popped up on the thing that you thought would fit you. Caine thought the same as well apparently.

"Hm..... Y/N.... that seems like a suitable name for a fine person as yourself! What do you think, new arrival? Hm?" He curiously questioned, waiting to see if you approved of the name. Well, he was respectful- as in letting you decide your new name.

A green fl-

No let's not right now-

You thoughtfully nodded, with a shrug. "Yea sure, Y/N works well for me."

"Wonderful!" Caine exclaimed, rushing over to you. "Now, allow me to show you over to your room!" He added as he got closer to guide you.

"I, uh, sure, sure." You responded, just going along with the man.

-- -- --

"That's kinda weird." Ragatha murmured, watching as you and Caine explored and talked with each other.

Jax leaned down to be roughly around her shoulder, although she really wasn't that much shorter than he was. "What do you mean, dollface?" Jax asked the ragdoll, knowing she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of that nickname.

"Caine's never really 'guided' anyone through the circus before. It was always usually just us being guided by the people before u- And could you refrain from calling me that?" Ragatha responded, having a delayed reaction to Jax's nickname for her.

Jax was fully aware of what she meant, though.

Caine had always kinda left the responsibility up to the others to guide the newcomers around, rather than helping them out. Perhaps the ringmaster had an... interest in you. That info would be helpful in the future for when he'd mess with you.

"Sure, whatever." Jax said, rather than saying anything about the Caine and Y/N situation. He stretched out his arms, then relaxed back to make another comment.

"Dollface."

"JAX!"

-- -- --

That's it for this oneshot-

Bai-

(Also i just wanna add ik this might be a bit out of character, but I had fun with this one bc silly ringmaster heheh)

~ Sweet

[clouds-by-me]

505

Characters; scaramouche, xiao, venti

Au; modern

Gene;fluff

Synopsis;after A long day of work they would like to return home to be greeted to their lover, however instead they find you laying in bed in their clothes. Silently waiting for them to return.

warnings; staying up late ig(theres not really any), also implied black reader

Scaramouche

it was long past day, and the sun had set beyond the harizon long ago. And they only thing on scars no he's mind was to return home, and rest comfortably. Opening the door to your shared home, he had whole heartedly expected to see you on the couch watch some random show. However you weren't there.

Something like panic started to engulf the poor boy's mind and body. Swiftly he searched the hose to find you, and by the time he'd search most of the house he still had yet to find you. Finally he looked in your bedroom. And silently on your bed you laid, with the boys hoodie snuggling you in a comfortable way.

"Ugh, Idiot, you scared the shit outta me. What are you doing In my hoodie?"

And that when you looked up at him, and you face lit up almost immediately, almost as if it was you first time acknowledged him being there. You smiled brightly at him

"Hey scara! You look tired, wanna come lay down?"

He grunted loudly, but reluctantly came to bed. Hugging you close, and just nearly you could hear him say something like

"Yea, I wanna come lay down, I missed you......idiot"

Xiao

The day had just started, and xiao was already tired, having to work night shifts was really starting to catch up to him. When the sun rose, he'd fall into a deep slumber that would last all day. Though there were days that he'd go weeks without sleep, or any rest. Just so he could spend time with you.

Opening the door to your shared home, he took in how clean the house looked, he knew that you'd clean the house but somehow it looked different. Maybe it was just him being tired. Lazily, he walked to your bedroom. When h opened the door, he'd expected to you asleep, however you were sat in your bed, wide awake. In the light of the tv he could see light bags started to form under your eyes. you hadn't seemed to notice him enter, too invested in whatever show you were watching.

"Qingxin? What are you doing up?"

This was the first time that you had noticed him...

"Oh hey love, I just wanted to greet you when you got here, is all."

He glanced over your body, noticing that you were wearing one of his black turtlenecks sleeveless shirts, and his grey sweats as well. Even though the bags under your eyes said otherwise, you looked happy to see your lover once again. xiao sighed shaking his head while walking closer to you.

"You can't being doing this, you need to sleep..."

you pouted, but knew he was right, you knew this wasn't good for you, or your health. so you nodded, opening your arms out to him, offering a hug that would be full of love. and with a chuckle he returned the kind gesture, slightly pushing you to lay down.

"lets not do this again yea?"

you yawned before answering

"yea... i love you."

"I love you too Qingxin."

Venti

Most days venti wouldn't be gone for long, working as a musician he chose when he worked, and he never worked long. However today was different, he was hired to perform at a party, but he didn't tell you when he would return. This left you wait for him, until 12 in the morning. You were starting to get tired; you could feel your eye lids grow heavy. however, you were persist on staying awake and wait for your lover.

Sometime while waiting you changed into one of hoodies, and you put on one of his hair pins. It was a blue flower with light green leaves, it was simple, yet it reminded you of him, so you wore it. You missed him, and wished to see him enter your home, and greet him with love.

you were so focused on fighting your editable sleep that you hadn't even noticed your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your room, giggling at how adorable you looked while trying to stay awake.

"oh darling you should bed sound asleep by now. Don't you know what time it is?"

He asked, knocking you out of the spell you put on yourself. You looked over at him, he looked worn out himself, but still giggled at your state.

"yea... Its like 12, right?"

Your answer only seemed to make him laugh more, you however were too tired to even notice what was happening.

"No dear, its 2:30 in the morning...Oh i see that you missed me."

He pointed to the green hoodie that you stole from his closet. you began to blush, but you couldn't tell way. Rather it was because you were embarrassed for getting the time wrong, or because he caught you wearing his clothes you didn't know. He began to stride towards you.

"Com'on, lets get you to bed."

he laid you down and got tucked into bed, joining you right after he changed his clothed. In his embrace you could feel his warmth, and the comfort he brought you, the one you had longed for hours. Now you were satisfied now that you got it. Just before your eyes closed for the last time that night you whispered

"i love you."

"I love you too, darling. and to you I wish the sweetest of dreams."

[eijirousbestie]

what their instagram feeds would look like

MHA HCs

Kirishima

I feel like he’d follow every single celebrity he loves so his feed would be flooded with blue check mark accounts

Definitely cooking videos. He’s not the worst cook but he’s also not the best so I feel like it’d be so therapeutic for him to just sit and watch people cook on ig reels

“So that’s how you sauté…”

He’s gotta have some fitness in there too so you know he’s gonna follow fitness accounts. And maybe a few motivational quote accounts too cuz… it’s him for fucks sake.

I also think he has an odd obsession with slime videos. Like the trend died out years ago but he’s still just a little die hard slime fan (his favorite is crunchy slime and you can’t convince me otherwise)

Side note, I think he’d be so obsessed with reels he wouldn’t even download tiktok💀

Bakugou

His instagram is so dry he might as well not have it like this mf is inactive as hell

Just like Kiri, he follows cooking accounts (cuz you know he’s pretty damn good at it)

He really only follows them to try new recipes he hasn’t before but he also criticizes their cooking methods when he doesn’t agree with them

“The fuck are they cutting it that early for? It didn’t even rest yet!”

All Might. He 100% follows All Might’s account and responds to every single hate comment under his posts

“That’s funny coming from a shithead with no profile picture”

Sero

You know those skateboard edits with the vhs filters and throwback music in em? He definitely feeds off those and has a shit ton of em saved

Rug making videos are an interest for him too. I think he’d see one of his favorite character or pro hero and instantly fall in love with rug making

Amateur musician reels are his THING

He’s a guy who loves to discover new music and it’s even more rewarding when he finds out they have a small following

Underground artists>>>

Now we all know he’d follow meme accounts. I can just see him walking around the dorms singing the “Didn’t I do it for you” song and sticking borzoi drawings all over the kitchen

[astolfofo]

Dazai and chuuya relationship analysis that I apprently wrote in march and was rotting in my drafts ig. Enjoy this i guess. Or not if you don’t like hot takes. I don’t want my blog to get too too dead. 

friendly reminder that this is my own opinion about things, and you’re welcome to disagree, but don’t be an asshole. please. 

Okay. Here’s a (un)commonly written hot take. In my opinion, I don’t ship Chuuya and Dazai. Like honestly. I don’t think they’re in love with each other, and they actually do strongly dislike each other. Not enough to call it hate, but they don’t like each other. But they do have a different realtionship of hate that you could almost call, “friendship”. They’ve worked together, probably lived together, and obviously theres a fundamental respect for each other. But to call it love would be extreme. 

Like, I’m being completely honest with you, if someone emotionally manipulated me to leave my friends, join the mafia, and I was forced to work with them for serveral years where they’d only be an annoying ass shit to me every day and use my skill every damn time to get something done? Man, I’d be fucking pissed. I’d hate them so much too. Also, to set a bomb under my car when they resign? Man. I wouldn’t even succumb to stalkholm syndrome from someone like that. Anyways I digress. Dazai and Chuuya don’t love each other, in my opinion, however, they still hold a weird friendship hateship thing for each other. 

SO. Edit after reading stormbringer because this was sitting in my drafts since march. No, I still don’t think that Chuuya and Dazai love each other, but their realtionship is fucking complicated. It’s not love, but on the surface level it seems that way. and I think that’s where a lot of BSD viewers kinda fall short, because... BSD is not a black and white thing. It goes pretty deep if you want to dig. Now, I’m not saying you shouldn’t ship or you should... you do whatever floats your boat. But the point I’m trying to make here, is that Dazai and Chuuya are basically like Asagiri (i think?) said, that they’re part of the same person. But they’re two very conflicting sides of the same person. It kinda goes to say almost, how you can fight and hate yourself, but without the other part of yourself you cannot live. Dazai and Chuuya are weak alone. Chuuya will die without Dazai, and Dazai cannot fight simply with his own ability. However when they work together, anything can be done. 

Yes, indeed, Chuuya and Dazai do hate each other. I will forever stand by that statement. However, Chuuya is only alive thanks to Dazai for saving his life, and Dazai only found the will to live because of Chuuya. Despite this, they hate each other in a way that’s complicated, but I’ll try to explain it because I guess this is a dazai chuuya analysis post now (wow tumblr 2016 animecore ig)

Dazai and Chuuya are a part of each other. Initally, when they first met, they hated each other. However, there’s a lot of trauma in both of them, invidually, but also traumatic things they’ve went through together for two barely adult people. They’re entangled, but they still repel each other no matter what. They dislike each other because of their highly conflicting personalities, different methods of thinking, different approaches to issues, and different levels of sympathy for people. 

No, it’s not an opposites attract case, you can tell how unwilling they are to see each other in that one episode. No amount of masking and acting will change that. But that’s why so many people enjoy the dynamic. Because it’s perfectly made so that it looks like your classic enemies to situationship to lovers where one bullies the other, but it’s really not like that. But it’s only because they hate each other that so many people like it. They’ll fight and “hate” each other, but they’ll also come to each other’s aid when it’s expected.

That’s what makes Dazai and Chuuya so special. They have a really strong bond together, born out of basically, mutral suffering in a sense and a strong dislike for each other. But they’ve become basically, two pieces of one body. One that needs the other, but will continually fight the other. Not because they’re falling in love with each other, no. But because they’re pieces that aren’t destined to fit perfectly together, nor will they ever, similar to an invidual that fights and hates himself all the time, but is whole. Without one side or the other, they will cease to exist. 

[llycaons]

I talk big about in-character writing as if I wasn't 2 chapters into a wx AU of a desperately tragic yet very hokey movie called 'unleashed' about an orphan raised like a dog by a mob boss as an enforcer who breaks free from his captors and starts reconnecting with his humanity and this orphan hero is none other than lan wangji...

edit: I'm almost done and this is less offensively bad that just....deeply odd. long rambling post under the cut

this is why I tend to dislike AUs based on very specific works - the characterizations and relationships just don't match and it feels like reading another story. because it IS.

first of all, why is this dehumanized and abused character manipulated into a weapon who lost his parents young and was treated like an animal lwj and not wwx? it would fit the story better. wwx (survivalist, very powerful, abused and used in canon) escapes and finds a lovely, stable, (wealthy), somewhat naive, caretaking piano teacher with a young son. he slowly recovers in a safe place as he grapples with his past of abuse and cruelty. he learns to love and be loved. but lwj is one of the wealthiest and most sheltered characters in the show! the choices simply do not make sense!

like...the lwj is decent, but that's only bc this lwj has been raised in very different circumstances and his core character traits (loving animals/music/wwx/small children, having a hidden humorous side, wanting to help people and generally unwilling to hurt the innocent) are somewhat simplistic. his other important traits (like his specific relationship with rules, his character arc as it related to his sect, how he acts wrt his privilege) don't really get a chance to manifest in this situation. he's pretty straightforward, which just makes the wx dynamic pretty boring.

based on his thoughts and dialogue, wwx just thinks he's just a hot sweetheart and so so good and brave. which he IS ig, but it's lacking the drama or intrigue or flair of canon. canon wwx didn't fall in love with simply a good brave kind sweetheart, he fell in love with someone with very strong principles that aligned with his, who challenged him at every turn and surprised him with his hidden sweet side and caretaking streak and humor and eventual willingness to break rules. who is also hot and good at swordfighting. there's shades of this to the relationship, but it's ultimately just a watered-down and decontextualized version of canon. and the draw of wwx and lwj and their relationship has so much to do with canon that this AU is just kind of boring and irrelevant to read

speaking of which, the wwx is VERY odd and somewhat insulting. he's currently a single dad of a-yuan (🙄, and side note but wq and wn aren't even RELATED to the bad wens???? way to drop a really important and thematically relevant detail), and he's a building super so he collects rents, and his personal history is similar to college except he has this really strange characterization around college and in this entanglement with this woman whose death he feels responsible for. like he describes himself as a failing student who drank way too much without getting into the why of it all or the other people who were definitely in his life at the time, also canon wwx at that same age was still a highly prolific and celebrated author even in the midst of severe trauma AND alcoholism. and he described himself and this oc woman as 'two shitty people who had nobody else to be shitty with' or something and then talked about how she was an addict and it was just a really strange and and insulting (to addicts) and ooc direction for his character to be taken.

like wwx always had a ton of friends except for when he was a social pariah for saving people from literal death camps and even then the wens and his siblings really cared about him so idk why his primary social connection is this oc woman whose only purpose is to have a baby and then be a bad mother/partner and then die to make wwx feel angsty. like, he does talk about her ballet skills and her intelligence and her humor but her role in the story is pure plot device. it must be from the original movie but it's SO random and shitty and ooc and cruel to addicts? and if you write an AU for a fanfic that you want to make sense you really have to actually alter the other work a bit to accommodate the other relationships and character dynamics. it would have made more sense for wwx to be barely scraping by while working three jobs and getting disowned by the jiangs and still getting straight As even if he struggled with alcoholism. and then he still would have taken in a-yuan if the alternative was the foster system. a-yuan's biological parentage and wx's adoption of him is genuinely so important oh it makes me mad they erased that

speaking of family, the jc and jyl aren't too bad and the jfm is mostly fine but the myu is bizarre. instead of the abusive, out of control, shaming, self-centered, violent woman from canon who literally hates wwx's guts, she's a kind of sharp divorcee whose method to curry favor with her grandchildren is to buy them expensive gifts and who asks nosy but well-meaning questions about wwx's love life. I do think myu would dote on a grandchild, but NOT if it was wwx's. his role in the jiangs is a little difficult to translate completely accurately to a modern setting, but her dislike for him and her blame on him for ruining her marriage and being better than her son is a really important part of her character. adult wwx would by all rights offer her the respect she is due as his parental figure, but would likely avoid her when possible and need to seek support from other people in his life when he interacts with her. and I don't think he'd easily let her be a part of his child's life. because she abused him as a child and teenager!

[hoghtastic]

„I feel like the couples who act so lovey-dovey on IG and stage all kinds of romantic pictures, aren't truly like this in real life.“

A friendly reminder. Everything, EVERYTHING we see and know about them as a couple is created deliberately by them on social media and media in general (interviews). And I'm not implying that they're not a real couple. I'm trying to say that everything they post is deliberately chosen by them and we won’t know anything beyond that.

Alex is very careful with his image. He likes to see himself as an ambassador for the Red Cross. I remember Jeppesh deleting a story in which Alex had a cigarette in his mouth. I remember Fanny or others deleting stories that are showing him unhinged or even displaying gross behavior. And Johanne is now on the podcast train. She is also trying to sell a specific picture of herself. She wants you to think that she is a nerd, emotional, kind, loving, fun, sweet and a deep artist. So all of her posts will represent that narrative. And things that don’t align with that won’t be shared.

We're just strangers to them. Our likes and follows are potential money for them. And now she wants a successful podcast. He is directing and producing it. He wants it to be successful too. They then sit at his iMac and decide exactly what we should see. Everything is chosen and edited. Don’t forget about that. Everything is timed. We will never see a real interaction between them under these conditions. We don’t know them, even if they would post more pictures. They would always post the pictures they think are best to show the desired narrative.

Check out Sophie Turner and J.Jonas. Big love, huge love show, beautiful wedding, a few sweet couple interviews, children. A happy couple on social media and then filed for divorce two weeks after the last couple post. Now she's suing him because of the children. Who knows where Alex will be in 5-10 years. Like seriously.

The man who hid his girlfriend's name in stories until she had a blue check could give interviews, post sweet love declarations and yet they could be separated in a few years. Wedding or not, children or not...that's life. How many of us have experienced being in love and falling out of love? I‘m not saying it will happen to them 100% but I say THEY could make us believe anything.

Therefor I don’t see a point in hyping or hating on their relationship. I'm just saying. We only see what THEY want us to see in the media. Instagram is also media and not a private WhatsApp group chat. Instagram fools us all.

Whatever isn't going well for them in their relationship will never be posted.

Very well said, anon! Thank you for pointing it out. 😊👏

[introvertedlass]

Let’s also throw in the fact that the house is still being renovated. //

Exactly! I saw that too! If the house is still being renovated, how is there a magazine feature happening to drop in the next couple months? Like it would have to have been filmed or photographed in writhing the next 2 months in order for it to be edited and published by the fall time like that source claims it will be released in a feature in September.

Also, by what info Lights and Dwell has shared on the house (in the ig story highlights)- they did a presentation for the house back in February. The ig story highlights says 14weeks ago. And the most recent ig stories of that house shows that it’s still under renovations.

Hmmm...interesting. Thanks for the additional info.

[vitaliadev]

2024 plan

Currently everything's on hold due to some work related situation. Gotta rethink through how to proceed.

Pois, main:

OD style teaser (edit MH videos in projects folder)

grant page + landing SubPage on my site, as main info (0b for now) - Morning is the main project now.

1.01 - metahuman posing still

UE &co:

I still haven't published videos: metahuman, unboxing.. also tt smol vids.

ammo box - finish, make twd style teaser/opening

Art:

Astarion 2nd doodle to-> illustration.

Tav sketch

Snek old, finish

1.01 storyboard frame for sequencer: finish eyes

Latest snek, finish figure & scales

2024 expectations:

portfolio.03-08-> studio.12

monthly summaries

buy VR in fall probably

On hold:

Blonde's illustration is under lock due to Clip trial version try🤬

Gotta figure out what I'm doing wth Glow/Heller, because there's too much lore to move it into backlog

website: add YouTube, tumblr feed, itch.io; snippets from ig/utub etc. Return to yhis when my to-do list shrinks.

Sing to me -1stdraft done

oneshot to short movie.

[againtodreaming]

heyy, for the weirder ask game :3

how do you take your coffee?

what type of person are you?

what kind of day is it?

Thank you so much, Johnny!! <333

so this is really late and answers under the cut bc it turned out so long, sorry!!

Complicated answer bc I actually don't really drink coffee? Ashdjdksj. Like, putting aside the fact that I need to do a special diet due to a disease and the special diet prohibits coffee, I never really liked coffee, too bitter for me (^◇^；). But, I do drink it sometimes when I need to stay awake really late to do homework/study (which technically breaks my diet but I can technically break it once a month plus, emergency situation). Those times I drink it with coconut milk, either coconut/maple/agave syrup or coconut sugar (small amount bc I don't like it when drinks are too sweet), and vanilla.

Type of person...hmm...I'm a human person? Wait, let me think...((went to ask some of my siblings this for some inspiration, one said that i'm "boring (not my fault none of my siblings like to read 🙄), overthinks every little thing all the time (unfortunately true, although during the last year I've just started to being really direct and open to try to avoid spiraling too much), and passionate (she was clearly refraining from bringing up all the times i have annoyed her by talking non-stop about whatever fandom i'm obsessed at the moment or about my wips asdfghj) (she also added later "sighs a lot" which like?!? she's the one who delights on annoying me?!? on purpose!?!) " another one just agreed with boring and then said smth i'm still trying to figure out bc she refused to elaborate so now i'm really confused, and another one just said "you are a Mila" which, okay, at least that answer had more originality than the 2nd one lol))...this is why typology is useful lmao. Okay!! ...this is getting too long ay, sorry, finishing this, I would say I'm trying to go back to being a person after becoming a complete disaster and just not living at all except inside my head basically all my teenage years (which coincided with moving countries, yippee/s) (the moving countries thing was actually the main factor why i was too overwhelmed and other stuff to be able to deal with real life at all lol) (don't get me wrong, i'm really grateful for the moving countries thing, it was just really tough and still dealing with it). Always felt like I didn't fit in during my whole childhood (i did have a good group of friends tho) and that feeling just got super amplified after moving countries lol. All my old friends have remarked that I tend to be really quiet and shy at first (was literally the quietest in class, even the other shy girls opened up by the end of primary school) but after we have known each other for a while, I become super talkative (...I also tend to talk really fast asdfghj, so many amazed comments or complains or pls could u slow down's 😅) (i don't really notice when i go fast unless i've taken coffee bc then, i do go SUPER fast and i have no idea how to slow down) (if possible, i tend to speed up any video I'm watching to 1.5x or 1.75 or 2.0x) (my sister complains that i'm messing up the songs by doing that lol) (...at this point, i feel like i need to add that i'm also the type of person who doesn't know how to get to the point fast and just goes in a huge messy doodle of a labyrinth as a road to get to the point and the journey is usually necessary to my efforts to illustrate the point bc if not, smth would feel like it's missing ig?? i have no idea how to articulate myself fast and concise anyway, so envious of the people who can, so apologies for the huge paragraph asdfghj) (i either talk too little or too much, have tried somewhere to fall somewhere in between but just didn't work, felt too edited and not genuine)

What kind of day it is…I don't know if you have ever tried to surf, I never really learned learned, but my dad did try to teach me a little of it one summer in Peru (with the small waves and a small swimming board), and it was a lot of try and fail and whenever we did it wrong, the wave would yank you and you needed to hold your breath and like, protect yourself ofc, but you also needed to just surrender to the force of the wave and let yourself being spun around until you were close enough to the most shallow part with sand and only then, you were able to force yourself to a stop and stand up. So yeah, that feeling of being dragged underneath the water, where everything feels so fast but slow and blurry and blue and out of your control but the world keeps moving, spinning, pushing you forward, and really, you just need to let the wave finish its course before you are back to the surface where everything feels more real-crisp-sunlight bright and you are finally able to pause long enough to catch your breath…it's sort of like that this week. The wave will pass though.

[edits4thosestuckathome]

rose strider anon asks! -> “could I get a moodboard for a rose strider (dirk swapped) who married kanaya serket (aranea swapped) on earth c? I wasn't super into the idea of living forever, with the whole gods thing, but she made it bearable”

[strawberryya]

a midsummer night's dream

mingyu x reader

synopsis: you know the legend about putting flowers beneath your pillow on the night before midsummer, and how it will predict who you will spend the rest of your life with? well, that’s the idea that this story revolves around. we have boyfriend mingyu, flowers, and strawberry shortcake.

word count: 4k

genre/content: fluff, established relationship, reader is adorable at all times - according to mingyu and also smaller than him

a/n: i wrote this when it was actually midsummer, however, I never got to editing it and now here we are. still summer tho so ig its fine. also no, were not going to discuss how its basically an au where everyone is swedish. idk how else to explain the -no questions asked and midsummer is something we have been doing for years- thing.

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legend has it that the night before midsummer is the one night, out of the entire year, where all the magical powers that exist in our universe are especially active. it is said that you can even predict your own future on this very night. your romantic future to be specific.

because of this, tradition states that one can, on the day before midsummer, pick seven different kinds of flowers and lay them under your pillow as you go to bed. if you do happen to dream of a person during this night, with the flowers laying under your pillow, it is said that you will spend the rest of your life with this person.

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of course, you just had to do it. there was no way you wouldn’t. since you had heard about this magical night, and the flowers that would help you find your person by just laying underneath your pillow as you slept, you had been doing it every night before midsummer however, there hadn’t been a single night during all of these years, where you had dreamt about anyone. not even when you had tried your hardest to think about your crush at the time, right before you went to sleep, had you managed to dream of anyone.

nevertheless, there was no way you wouldn’t go ahead and do it this midsummer night too. especially since you had a very different romantic status right now, compared to all previous years. this year you weren’t single. this year it wasn’t a one-sided crush, it was genuine love. this year you had mingyu.

you had been together with mingyu for a little over eight months at this point. he had confessed his feelings to you late fall last year, over some hot chocolate that he had prepared for one of your study dates. since you had been crushing on him for a couple of months before that, there was no doubt about how you two would proceed with your relationship after that point.

anyways, midsummer was tomorrow, and you had spent the morning with mingyu rolling meatballs and baking cake layers for the buffet that you would be serving at the midsummer party you two were hosting the next day. you had decided to spend the weekend in your family's summer house, which meant that the kitchen was rather small. this did not stop mingyu though, no matter how many times he bumped into the counters surrounding him that came even closer to him because of his giant stature.

mingyu was just picking up the oven mittens you had gotten him for his birthday (the ones with the kittens on them, that made him look so adorably dorky) to take out the last of the cake from the oven. the entire house smelled like cake, strawberries, and meatballs. you watched as your boyfriend put his best effort into cooking as you sneakily sat and watched him adoringly while eating the strawberries you had the responsibility to clear of any green stalks.

you didn't only adore him as you supervised his movements, even if the way he looked, in the apron hugging his waist so perfectly, was fairly distracting, it would not distract you on this day.

you had a mission, and it had to be completed.

"so could we go out to look at the field that we're going to tomorrow tonight too?" you asked, as unsuspiciously as you possibly could.

luckily, mingyu was too busy checking if the cake was done with a wooden stick to notice how bad your acting actually was. he glanced back at you with a slightly questioning smile. "alright, why though?" he asked nonchalantly.

"well, I thought that maybe we could decide on which flowers to pick tomorrow, to save time you know," you tried to explain. "and we also need to see if the place we chose last weekend still has good flowers that are alive," you added after a couple seconds with a dumb smile, trying to make him see past how dumb your excuses actually were.

with a shrug, he answered "yeah sure, if it's something that you wanna do, of course we should do it." he chuckled a bit at how giddy you got as you hurriedly tried to finish the strawberries that still hadn't been cleared from green parts.

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once the kitchen was as clean as it would get with the two of you exhausted from the actual cooking, you both got into the car and headed over to the field from which you had chosen to pick flowers on the midsummer day. it was a short drive and you played loud music as you drove down the country roads and watched the landscape shift from green and yellow and deep brown. the sun was setting and you looked over at mingyu as he drove, singing his lungs out to a springsteen song, with the breeze from the rolled-down window gently shuffling his hair. letting out a small chuckle, you let your hand fall into the one he was resting between the seats, holding his hand as you began shouting along to the song with him, receiving a bright smile and a small kiss on your hand.

once you got to the flower field, you whipped out the scissors you had brought and went straight into the field to look for the best flowers you could find. helping spirits with dreaming of the person you will spend your life with wouldn't be an easy task, and you felt the need to choose the loveliest ones, with the hope that they would help with the mission of getting the one person you wished for to appear in your dreams.

you were running around like a madman, bending down to look at flowers that caught your eye, deciding within a second if it was worthy or not, and running away to the next one once you had made your decision.

in the meantime, mingyu had been looking at you with a huge smile, lighting up his entire face. how could you be so cute while acting so weird? he asked himself as he felt his entire being become happier by the second. all you had said was that you would get some samples, and he couldn't even question it. why would he? you had your reasons, even if they were irrational to literally everybody but you. he had chosen to just go with your antics, and look at you running around, looking absolutely beautiful. why would he do anything else?

"hey! can you help me?!" you exclaimed over the field when you found yourself being stuck at having six perfect flowers and feeling like you had looked through the entire field. help was needed, and who was a better fit to help your dream come true than the man you wanted to dream about himself?

"of course. with what?" he responded.

you held out the flowers to show him " I want one more, and then we can go home, can you help me find a really pretty one?"

"sure" he said with a smile that made you weak in the knees as the golden light of the sun hit him just perfectly and he began looking around in the field filled with beautiful flowers.

it only took him a couple of minutes to choose a flower that looked good enough according to mingyu. you had wandered off in another direction and he came running up to you as he called on you to look at his finding. his hair bouncing and the sun glinting in his eyes as he jogged over.

the flower wasn't completely perfect, but it was indeed beautiful. you might've been a bit biased since the man handing you the flower looked like a freaking puppy, running up to you to show you the tiny flower in his big hand.

"oh, it's beautiful gyu, you did fantastic baby." gving him a big smile and added a "thank you." as you gave him a peck on the cheek, and placed the flower that he found with the others in your hand.

he blushed and gave you a very proud look as he straightened his back and took the hand that wasn't holding flowers into his. intertwining his fingers with yours as you leaned your head on his arm. you held up the bouquet of the seven flowers and smiled to yourself. this would definitely do. and hopefully, this time, you would actually dream a midsummer night's dream.

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when you got back to the house you ran in to find some type of ribbon to tie the bouquet together.

"why do you need a ribbon though?" he asked as you looked through cabinet after cabinet. "wouldn't putting them in a vase be good enough?" "no, that won't work." you stated as you were caught up in your search. "why not? what are they for then?" "uhm, nothing special, I just want a ribbon around it, that's all, okay? now no more questions."

you froze up at his question and hadn't thought of a better answer than what you had just said. instead, you tried to deflect and keep him busy.

"do you know where there could be any ribbons though? could you maybe help me find some?" you asked with rather desperate eyes. "ill check the top compartments of the closets for you," he said, accepting the task but looking over his shoulder as he walked away, beginning to feel slightly suspicious of your behavior. he didn't know what you were up to, but you did look rather cute as you rummaged through the house, so he let it go and helped you instead.

"thank you!" you yelled to him as he went to look for the ribbons as you had asked.

he came back with a pretty burgundy-colored ribbon that you tied around your flowers and showed him proudly.

"beautiful baby," he said with a smile as you blushed. "just like you," he added with a small kiss on your cheek. you could only giggle at his comment as he sprinted away to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

you shook your head to stop your blushing and giggling, you still had an important mission to finish, and now was the perfect time to make the final arrangements. lifting your pillow and then carefully placing the flowers beneath it was the last thing you could do yourself before it was up to the midsummer-magic to do its part and help you predict your own future. you had just placed the pillow on the flowers as you grabbed the pillow and lifted it again, revealing the flowers that you had just put there, only slightly smashed by the weight of the pillow. sighing and shaking your head at how annoyed you were getting at your own inability to just leave it be as you placed the pillow over the flowers yet again. before you could lift the pillow one more time, you hurried away to wash up before bed.

once in bed, you were a bit worried about completely resting your head on the pillow, as you didn't want the flowers to be smushed entirely. you never know what could be the thing that goes wrong when it comes to magic, and you certainly did not want to risk anything this time. nevertheless, the warm summer night air combined with the steady sound of mingyu breathing next to you lulled you to sleep soon enough.

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you woke up because of the alarms you had set ringing insistently, please why do I have to wake up already, just let me sleep damnit. you thought, snoozing the first of your many alarms. as you laid there, falling back asleep, you sunk back into thoughts of what you had just dreamt and oh my god, it had actually happened! your eyes flung open the instant you realized that you had really dreamt of someone this time. mingyu! it had actually been mingyu in your dream!

you woke up immediately after realizing what you had dreamt and looked over at your boyfriend sleeping by your side. mingyu hadn't even heard the alarm, it seemed. you didn't want to bother him, so you decided to tell him later in the day when he was more awake, and aware of what the hell you were about to ramble on about. magic, and spending the rest of your life with someone, might not be the easiest thing to take in completely, especially first thing in the morning.

instead, you laid down again, cuddling into the back that he had facing you, making him the little spoon and trying to cover as much of his back as you could with your body. it went so-so, but it did wake him up a bit which, you realized, was good. since you both actually did have to get up and get everything ready for the party, that would be happening in... you checked the time on the clock on his wrist... oh shit, only two hours?!

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there hadnt been any time to spare as you both ran around the house trying to both get ready, fix the buffet, and set the table. this of course also meant that telling mingyu about your dream would have to wait until after the party.

your friends had the decency to be a little late so that you and mingyu had almost everything ready for them once they got there.

his good friends wonwoo and seokmin had both been invited as you had grown close over the past couple of months. wonwoo brought his partner and seokmin brought his newly adopted puppy, as his partner, unfortunately, had to work that day. you had also invited your best friend and their partner. all of you together made up a party of just about eight people plus the most adorable puppy you had ever seen. right away you picked up the tiny pup and carried her with you until seokmin had to let her take a walk to not disturb your dinner with unwanted messes. seeing you with the fluffy puppy in your arms, giving it all of your attention, had mingyu very distracted. zoning out of conversations as he couldn't help but adore you peppering the puppy with kisses.

during the entire night, you felt the need to finally be alone with mingyu grow bigger and bigger. you kept looking over at him, smiling shyly at him every time your eyes met as you thought about all the ways he could possibly react to what you wanted to tell him. magic in a midsummer night's dream had confirmed your desire to stay with him for the rest of your life, however, this wasn't something that you two had actually talked about that much before. and if you were honest with yourself, it's not something you spring on someone out of nowhere, and while also claiming that magic had anything to do with it. of course, you knew what you had wanted even before today. but for some reason, the legend had played a very important part in your life up until now, and you wanted to tell him about how thrilled you were over what it had meant for you that it finally happened.

all scenarios of the revelation of your feelings didn't end happily, but many of them did and you were pretty certain that the worst ones wouldn't come true.

mingyu, however, had no idea what the hell you were thinking. you were acting strange, but cute (he literally always thought you were adorable), but something was off. did you need something? he couldn't place the behavior. sometimes you came off as flirty, which he rather enjoyed, but other times you just acted as if you had something to hide. why would you do those two simultaneously? did you know something he didn't? wrapping his mind around it was too difficult and trying to communicate with just small glances was the best option he could think of, since you still had guests over, and had to play the parts of the hosts for a couple more hours.

after finishing off the meatballs, and the potatoes, and the salmon, and the multiple bowls of strawberries, and to top it all of the strawberry shortcake of course. a couple bottles of beer and snaps went down smoothly alongside it too. nevertheless, after that was all finished your friends had finally begun taking their leave. hugs and kisses, mainly for seokmin's puppy, were distributed amongst the friends as you and mingyu sent them off in two cars, with the only two people who hadn't been drinking as drivers.

once the cars were no longer visible, you both went over to sit down on the now-empty couch, facing the woods and the sun setting through the trees. both of you sighing in contentment at the sudden stillness surrounding you.

you weren't sure how to approach the subject, and acted a bit awkwardly, not really being able to look him in the eye and sitting a couple centimeters too far away for either of your liking. mingyu was of course sensing your awkward mood, or well, he could see the obvious fiddling and the looks you were giving him and decided to take it into his own hands to figure out what you wanted.

"are you alright baby?" he started, as you looked up at him in surprise at his sudden confusing question.

"yes, of course! do I not seem okay?" you asked back since you hadn't noticed how confusing your behavior must have come off as all day.

mingyu smiled softly with relief "it's not that you didn't seem okay... it's just that you have been acting a bit weird today." he had a worried look back in his eyes. "did you need to talk to me or something?"

"oh, maybe I have been acting a bit off..." you admitted reluctantly. "a little" he responded with a chuckle. "well, I did wanna talk to you about something" "what?" "just, a dream I guess" "okay... was it a good dream?" he asked with a smirk playing on his lips. "I guess it depends on you a bit. however, it wasn't the kind of good dream that you're thinking of though!" "okay, okay, tell me about it then" he put his hands up in defense as you looked at him with a small pout. "first I kinda need to tell you about this legend that I heard about as a kid about like midsummer and stuff..."

mingyu raised his eyebrows at this "a midsummer legend?" he asked curiously as he wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you in closer.

"yes, okay, so there's this legend that I heard of when I was a kid. it is said that you can foresee your own future on the night before midsummer," you began explaining, beginning to get excited as he was showing interest in what you wanted to tell him.

"oh, really? that's so cool!" he exclaimed at the news.

"yes, very cool, but anyhow.." you wanted to continue telling him now but instead you were interrupted by mingyu lifting you onto his lap so that you were sitting with your legs dangling off of his legs into the air beside the couch.

even though you were the teeniest bit distracted over the closeness of the position, being close to him like this and just talking was very comforting and you simply went on with your story as he kept taking in every bit of your face, shining in the warm summer light.

"as I said, you can predict your future, but only if you pick flowers and sleep with them under your pillow. that's a rule, you need seven different kinds of flowers, or else it won't work." you continued, very adamant at getting to the part about your own dream even though your fears hadn't completely left your mind. "oh, so that's what you were doing yesterday with the flowers and the ribbon and everything!" mingyu interrupted as he finally connected the dots. "yes..." you laughed a bit embarrassed. "but it's not any type of future" you continued explaining. "oh, what kind of future then?" "it's said, that the person you dream of, is kinda like, the person that you will spend the rest of your life with." you finally mustered up the courage to say while blushing like a tomato due to the embarrassment of what you had just told him.

"and... did it work??" mingyu asked with big, curious eyes. "did you dream of me my baby?" he asked cockily with a smirk adorning his beautiful face. you looked down, still feeling embarrassed, but instead somehow managing to look almost a bit sad. this was of course not on purpose by you, but it did send mingyu into a spiral of self-doubt. with huge sad puppy-dog eyes he started questioning what you had dreamt.

"wait, did you... did you not dream of me? did you dream of someone else?" he asked the questions very hesitantly, prepared for the answer to slap him in the face as he scanned your face for any hints of the truth. all you could do was stare at him in shock.

"did the dream tell you that we won't be together?? if that's the case... I don't believe in magic." he switched his demeanor from very saddened by the thought of you not thinking you would spend the rest of your lives together, to completely dismiss the notion of that being possible.

you continued to just look up at him in shock due to the sudden rush of emotions that he was going through, even though you hadn't actually said anything. the shock soon turned into a big smile and a giggle though.

"baby, no! magic, is definitely believable..." you said with a giggle. "I did dream of you," you reveal as he looks at you in shock. however, the shock he was experiencing, quickly turned into pure happiness as the meaning of what you told him dawned on him.

"of course you did." he said with his cocky smirk back and him pulling you into his chest and locking his lips to yours.

you could've died on the spot, feeling both incredibly embarrassed but also filled with ecstasy from the kiss and from the thought of him being so set on spending the rest of his life with you. nevertheless, there was no way you wouldn't tease him a bit, simply because he was so quick to become so self-assured after being so sad over nothing.

"omg you really do wanna spend the rest of your life with me!" you giggled and kicked your legs a bit in the air.

mingyu lifted his hand to your face and held it in his hands. you let your head relax into his steady hands and slowly stopped kicking your restless legs. he smiled as you opened your eyes, and you felt the heat on your face from seeing him watching you with such admiration and love in his eyes. his golden-brown eyes, almost sparkling in the light of the sunset.

"well yeah, you're the freaking love of my life," he said, lovingly, as if it was the most apparent thing in the entire world. as if it was the only thing that was for sure. your heart doing flips in your chest at the words.

"I wanna be with you for the rest of my life too..." you responded as he leaned in to kiss you, still cupping your face in his hands. at that moment he couldn't help but smile into the kiss at your words.

"I know, and we will." he whispered, as he pulled away slightly before he crashed his lips onto yours yet again.

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HI okay so I WAS THINKING OF A FIC OR HEAD CANON OR WHATEVER YOU FEEL LIKE WRITING about any or all of the feral boys getting a media share dono of a tiktok their gf or s/o looking HOT ASF. If this req makes you uncomfy or you just dont want to do it no worries!! Please and thank you :) <3333

“HOT MEDIASHARES” Fbs & Wilbur

author's note(s): nonnie were you trying to kill me with this request question mark. because i feel like you were. but also ( don't be shy send some more )

cc warnings: not a fem reader but reader wears makeup, bunch of fluff, and other things ig? idk its midnight leave me alone

Dream

*click this to see the tiktok*

It’s his first media share since he’s face revealed and he’s in fucking sweat

He’s sitting in the middle of George and Sapnap with one of your merch hoodies on while your in the discord call doing your hair and makeup for a photoshoot you have

“These suck.” Dream states plainly running a hand through his hair spreading his legs a bit to get comfortable

“Well chat has never been funny so.” Sapnap adds fixing his hat slightly

George snorts shaking his head as the video on screen changes

And to every single one of the boys on screens surprise there’s you

The video starts with you sitting on your bed with your charcoal mask on your face as the song like a boy by ciara plays

You move the camera around in disgust before turning your head

Your hair is now done and styled and you have makeup and your background is a dark blue illuminating as you lip sync the rest

Dreams eyes widen when it comes to an end chat spamming things like “hot” and “omg y’nnnnn”

“Go off N/n” Sapnap whoops and George laughs manically at Dreams reaction

“Wait what do you mean go off what do you mean?” you question finishing your eyeliner as you go to check on the stream where your boyfriend looks like he just saw a ghost

“Wh- I-.. Um.” He lets out a breath “That was hot-”

George

*click to this tiktok*

George and Jack sit on a discord call as they do a you laugh you lose

( which is not going to well )

“It’s like.. None of these are funny.” George states running a hand over his face as the rick roll sent to the media share comes to an end

In the corner he sees a tiktok watermark as the video starts black before you appear

You lipsync to an edited version of “Need to know” by Doja cat turning your phone and acting very energetic

Georges mouth drops a bit a little drop of drool falls from his bottom lip

As the beat drops and the song connected begins your led lights are on and you have a full face of makeup

“Woah, that was something.” Jack says sipping a bit of water moving on

Whilst george is still in shock he hadn’t seen the tiktok before

Sapnap

*click to see the tiktok*

“Karl, I'm so tired. Why is chat so unfunny!!?” your ginger boyfriend groans and sulks into his brunette’s friends’ shoulder

Karl giggles and shrugs patting the top of his hatted head

And before the two boys even have a chance to blink cannibal by Ke$ha is playing and your face has appeared on screen

You bring the phone up from a downwards angle lipsyncing the lyrics before turning the phone upside down and bringing it over your head

When you bring it back down your licking your lips (in a submissive and breedable way might i addd *wink wink* jk jk… unless)

Trying your hardest not to lick off some of your lipstick rasing an eyebrow and just as quick as it started the video ends

Sapnap perks up eyes wide

“Oh my- that was my partner-”

Karl laughs and nods

“Damn their kinds sexy not gonna lie”

Karl

*click to see tiktok*

Your sat on the floor of karls streaming room as he streams a ylyl with the rest of the feral boys

It was his idea, so you sat scrolling through your phone or doing work on your laptop

“Okay i’m kinda tired after these next few then i’ll end.. That alright with you guys?”

He gets a collective group of yeahs before you appear on the screen

Hair wet and smiling widely

Karl takes notice you’re wearing one of his favorite shirts and smiles to himself

But the smile on his face drops when you turn your head and the scene changes

You’re in your shared bathroom hair done and makeup done as well, as karl lays in the background on his phone not paying a single mind to what the heck your doing

You turn your phone to the mirror leaning up against the wall and now it’s only you in frame

Your smile absolutely melts karls heart as the video comes to an end and he can feel the heat rising up on his face

“Or on second thought ill just end it now”

Quackity

*click to see tiktok*

“This is tiring” the boy in a beanie moans throwing his head back looking over at you desperately as you sit on the chair next to him

“You decided to stream, no one forced you to.” you chuckled turning your attention to the screen before your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when your face appears

Starting off your face is clean and your hair is up in a messy bun

You pull the phone over your head giving the illusion the next time you’ll be fully glamed

But instead you still look the same

Once again you do it but this time you let your hair out of its bun and have gone for a purple kinda look

When the tiktok ends Quackity turns to look at you

A smirk on his face

He turns to the camera grinning “i told them to do that transition.”

WIlbur

*click to see tiktok*

“I’m gonna be ending soon guys, I know this was kinda early for some of you but Y/n is gonna be up soon and I don’t wanna be streaming when that happens.”

Chat spams with “awws” “how cutes’” and “i need a man like wilbur in my life.”

He smiles and shakes his head but an eyebrow raises in question when he gets a mediashare of one of your tiktoks

Starting off your in your bathroom wil has seen countless of times in a pair of pjs’ he had gotten you for Christmas and a pair of gold rimmed glasses you had gotten so the two of you would match

He bites his lip when he feels like his smile is getting a bit too big

And then as the beat drops you lower your phone and raise back up in a different scene

Your led lights are turned on red and you’re wearing a black button up shirt with no shirt under

(obviously pg-13 because tiktok is an asshole)

“Do you guys want to see a simp or something?”

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