#anon if you want a video of an apartment tour hit me up let me show you my dark moldy apartment

[jinglerat]

Maybe you could use a public library or rent a laptop, or why can’t you use your phone??? You can’t look for jobs on your phone??? before begging strangers on the internet, in the midst of the worst cost of living crisis/inflation ever, who are all probably struggling also, and using multiple fandom tags to get peoples notice.

Very sketchy and sus.

I think you assume I live in the US or in some first world country where public libraries have laptops to loan out. I live in the Philippines, a country with a very underfunded library system that does not rent out laptops. And if I wanted to use/rent a public computer, it's only available at a computer shop with units below industry standard and at a significant hourly fee for use. Can't even take the unit home.

The jobs I apply to and qualify for require having a laptop with specific specs to meet the industry standard. I can apply to jobs on my phone but they won't entertain me once they ask for my computer specs because I'll have no computer to show for.

You could have just blocked or reported me if you thought I was scamming people. I used those tags because those are the fandoms I'm in and where I make friends.

Do you think I'm above suffering with the cost of living crisis? My monthly salary is the equivalent of 600 US dollars and I can barely afford an apartment with windows and without mold. And that's already considered a "decent salary" locally. Inflation has hit such a record high in my country, 1 US dollar is worth a barely decent meal. Two years ago, that amount could buy me two meals in a day.

I'm gonna go look for jobs now while this company issued laptop is still in my possession.

I hope you have a great day shitting on other people who are just like you, also trying to get by with this crisis.

For the rest who bothered to read this and would like to help out a trans filipino who lives alone and has no family who could help them out or fall back on, the original fundraising post anon is angry about is here X. You can reblog it or just send a dollar my way to feed me for another day.

[caralara]

What’s your most favorite Louis moment that remembering it fills your heart with love and light?

Oh my god anon… ummm, I don’t know if you were thinking general but I’m gonna go with my personal highlights with Louis.

I think number one was in Donny, @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk and I were in an insanely good mood, and because we’re both very active dancers, we had quite some space around us after the first couple songs, and even though we were maybe sixth row, we had stellar view bc the literal gym the show was held was so tiny.

So, here we stood, feeling ourselves and going nuts for Louis, celebrating Michael’s solos and very obnoxiously made a show of us knowing all the words to 7 and Beautiful War lol, which Louis very much appreciated (he’d pointed me & my energy for his music out before at other gigs, so he might have recognised the lunatics going absolutely batshit crazy) but then - he sang Change. And like. I was mostly at the gigs of the first half of the tour, so I’ve only ever heard it once or twice live before and just hadn’t come around to properly learning the lyrics. So we had just gone absolutely crazy, making a show of it, too, and then we kind of… awkwardly hummed along to change. Like, don’t get me wrong, we were enthusiastic about it, but we literally simply didn’t know the words apart from the chorus lmao so we went from jumping scream-singing to awkwardly swaying and desperately trying to get out from under Louis’ gaze because - of course he was watching us. And he kept singing and we kept awkwardly swaying and mumbling the words looking all about this gym to the point that Louis was so amused he laughed about us, even drew michael’s attention to us to cheekily make fun of us. But it was just so pure. And we really did bring it onto ourselves. After that, we went crazy again and Michael actually threw his pick specifically to me after his solo as a thank you, in the middle of the gig - so I think we’re good. I really will never forget that, it was such camaraderie, loving teasing and it was just so much fun.

I think second favourite was Denver, because I had Center barricade and the whole show was completely different than expected but because it was the one show Louis was pissed off, it just was - let me explain. I was absolutely delighted to be Center barricade, but the moment Louis stepped onto stage, I knew something was wrong. And he was really upset (was it the teeny fans singing 1D songs in front of his tour bus while he was trying to sleep? Was it smth BTS? Idk) but to make matters worse within the first minute someone threw the infamous chicken nugget which hit him in the head. So he was proper pissed off, spent the first third of the show singing basically with his eyes closed. And I just - I didn’t know what to do? He was so close? And I wanted to comfort so badly, know what’s wrong, tell him everything will be alright. Slowly, he opened his eyes more and more and sought out contact with us fans at barricade, and it felt like he found what he was looking for, drawing from us and our support and opening up and relaxing. It was beautiful. I had the most emotional intense connection to him that show. Funny how the universe forces me to enjoy these moments, I basically have the barricade curse of my phone alerting to full storage as soon as I’ve taken two videos at barricade lol. But yeah. Will cherish that show forever although it scared the crap out of me.

Third is probably him leaning over me in London and screaming Little Black Dress at each other and that fucking smirk. Yes.

Casually walking over about to change my fucking understanding of the world

Or when he came out after the show in Dallas and we briefly talked, with not too many people around, bc they all thought he’d come out a different exit. Was amazing. He’s exactly my height but all I could think was that he’s got a whole lot less body than me lmao but that he’s also got an authority that makes him feel incredibly large.

[nxrthmizu]

kAY but I was thinking, what about or needy, clingy bois (bokuto, oikawa and atsumu), finally reuniting with their singer!s/o after she spent awhile away on tour? thank u in advance, I hope you're well and having a great day! Love your writing. 💌💗

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request | bokuto, oikawa, and atsumu with a singer!reader who has been away on tour 

words | 1.4k 

author’s note | uwuuu this is such a cute idea anon! hope this is satisfactory :3 also I kind of strayed from the topic? lol 

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↬ bokuto koutarou 

most of your tours before were only a day or two long at most, because you would only be touring around Japan

it was for this reason that koutarou never realised how lonely it was when you weren’t around :( 

it wasn’t too bad if he had practice, because he’d eventually get distracted by hinata and atsumu 

but that one time it was really bad because 1. your tour was a week long, and 2. since msby black jackals had just finished playing some big matches, they had a few days off 

he moped around for the whole day, called akaashi five(5) times, and pouted when he tried calling you and it didn’t go through 

twitter blew up because he tweeted on his main that he was lonely and wanted someone to accompany him :( 

hinata was spending the day with kageyama; atsumu was back at hyogo; and sakusa just ignored him so he just spent the whole day at home wallowing in loneliness (poor babie <3 ) 

luckily, there was practice the next day, and hinata was able to coax him out of emo mood half an hour into practice 

by the time the week was over, this boy was vibrating with excitement to see you 

if he had a tail, it would be wagging at two hundred crotchet beats per minute 

even with your sunglasses and hat on, he was able to recognise you and I am not joking when I say this man screamed at the sight of you, ran across the airport to pick you up :) 

this man is not going to let you go for the next five hours 

he held your hand the whole drive back home, then insisted on getting into the shower with you, cuddled you while waiting for takeout, made you sit on his lap while the two of you ate, cuddled again while watching a movie... etc. you get the idea 

the next morning when he wakes up with your in his arms he has the biggest smile on his face because he’s been waking up alone for the past week and now that you’re back he’s going to ignore his morning run in favour of staying in bed with you for ten more minutes :3 

↬ oikawa tooru 

he tries not to be clingy because he doesn’t want you to get tired of him but damnnn he misses you so much :( 

and then he proceeds to feel bad because the only thing he can think of is that you must’ve felt this lonely too when he had to fly out of argentina to play international matches 

for every night that you’re gone he has to resist the urge to call you because he knows you’re going to be tired and you need your rest but jskjksjskjs he wants to hear your voice 

if you call him first he’ll try his best to not sound too excited but the truth is,,, this cute baby missed you so much 

‘did you miss me?’ you meant it in a pleasing tone, but you didn’t expect your boyfriend to literally have a mental breakdown on the other side of the line 

he goes to sleep with a smile on his face, because even though he can’t feel your warmth next to him, he can hear your soft breathing through his phone, and that’ll have to be enough for now 

(he also promises himself that the next time he flies out of the country, he’ll make sure to call you every night) 

that isn’t to say he isn’t affected, though 

his teammates notice that his sets are just a slight bit off when you’re not around 

that’s not to say he doesn’t set well, it just isn’t as accurate as it normally is 

the day that you fly back coincidentally clashes with a match, so he makes sure to call you the night before and apologise for not being able to pick you up from the airport 

he’s doing his best to concentrate on the match, but between his phases of strong focus, his brain is filled with thoughts of going home and seeing you, your hair still damp from your shower 

god, he missed you so much 

the game flies past quickly, a quick victory for his team- but the serotonin that the win gives him is nothing compared to the feeling in his heart when he turns and spots you, waving with a smile from the stands, dressed in his former, turquoise-and-white Seijoh jersey (that’s how he always picks you out in a crowd- because you’re always wearing glasses and a hat to avoid anyone recognising you in public)

‘look at him go.’ his teammates nudge each other at the sight of the lovesick-smile that he’s wearing 

you run down to the dressing room, the security personnel recognising you easily and letting you in 

he picks you up, spins you around and kisses you (just because he can and because he wants to show off his strength :)) 

‘god, I missed you so much,’ 

just imagine this man tucking his face in your neck and murmuring that softly <3 I would die for him and this is the proof 

‘you’re so sweaty!’ you laugh but both of you know that you don’t really mind. it doesn’t matter because the love of your life, tooru, is right in front of you and everything else pales in comparison compared to him 

tooru would pamper you so much when you get home, he would hold you in his lap and wait for you to fill him in on everything that happened 

he’s touchy normally but after spending a week away from you, his touches linger for a moment longer and he’s more reluctant about letting you go if you want to get up to get something 

please love him <3 

↬ miya atsumu 

he used to tease you so much when you complained about missing him when he had away games 

but now that he was in your place? he was starting to understand where you were coming from 

you had barely been gone for two days and he was missing your presence already... and he knew he couldn’t call you to hear your voice because you’d probably be getting ready for a performance or catching up on much-needed rest 

he would never admit it but he turned on your laptop to listen to some of your recordings just so he could hear your voice 

sprayed your perfume on the bedsheets just to make it smell it a little bit more like you 

definitely watched a bunch of romance movies in hopes of feeling better but ended up feeling even more lonely instead :( poor bby 

he literally screamed when he got a text from you 

you know that super-high girly screech that some teenagers make? yeah he made that noise, nearly dropped his phone, then proceeded to squeal at your message 

[ hey idiot, how was your day? ] 

the nickname ‘idiot’ isn’t an insult anymore but instead an affectionate title, and he can basically hear your laugh and your voice next to him as he reads the words 

[ hey to you too idiot, my day was ok. urs? :) ] 

it doesn’t show in his texts but he has the biggest smile on his face and the only thing he can think about is you, your pretty eyes and your hair and your skin and basically just... you 

when he finally hears your voice in person again, instead of out of your laptop or from one of your music videos, this man just... stops 

completely freezes because he’s forgotten how beautiful you sound and look and the sight of you, pulling your mask down, standing outside the apartment door just hits him hard 

‘i love you,’ he mumbled into your shoulder, pulling you into a hug 

you pat him on the back a little awkwardly like... what happened in the week you were gone? who is this? that’s not your boyfriend it’s an imposter 

does he wrap you in a bear hug and not let go for the next two hours? absolutely 

‘tsumu... I need to use the toilet.’ 

‘no.’ 

you’re just??? wdym no??? sir I need to use the toilet 

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send me requests! I feel like writing :3 (ah yes me ignoring the fact I skipped multiple daminette december days plus terushima’s songfic) 

gen. haikyuu!! taglist. @owlywrites @hikari-writes 

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[whattodowithace]

3 Months Long (A.C.E Scenario)

Title: 3 Months Long

Paring: A.C.E x Reader

Genre: Spice; Slight Fluff

Count: 2,576 Words

Writer: Kpopmadness [Ju] & Whattodowithkpop [Lio] (LiJu)

Summary: An anon request: "Please ask for a spice reaction from Ace upon returning from a 3 month tour and finding his S.O alone at home. How to kill the longing?"

A/N: We want to thank anon for being patient with us while it took us awhile to write this. Lio and Ju have been a bit absent from tumblr but we will do better to keep a closer eye on requests! And thank you anon for the request! We always love them. :) Please enjoy!

*****

Seyoon;

Too long; He had been gone for too long for me, I felt myself forgetting his touch and the way it felt to have him laying next to me the longer he was away from me. My boyfriend of four years, Kim Seyoon, had been away for months. Leaving for a world tour and then home to visit his family before coming back to me. I laid awake in bed waiting to hear the sound of the doorknob turning and being able to hear him shuffle into our apartment. But soon the clock on my bedside table read 3:45 A.M and he still wasn't home. Making my heart ache.

I had been with him almost everyday since we started dating. His laugh and smile making me feel complete. I started to doze off with thoughts of his gentle touches and the way he would kiss my neck while standing behind me when I hear the doorknob to the front door turn.

I'm quick to get out of bed and rush down the hall to see him setting his suitcase down at the door and take off his mask and hood that covered his head. His soft brown eyes meet mine and a bright smile spreads across his face.

Before he can say anything, I run into his arms, making him crash against the front door. The door groaning from our full weight hitting it suddenly. I hold him tightly in my arms and breathe him in deeply, never wanting to let go.

Seyoon was the first to speak. "I missed you."

"I missed you most."

Seyoon holds me even tighter and runs his fingers through my hair, making my sigh out against his shoulder as he buries his face into my neck. His breath fanning over my skin causing me to shiver slightly at how good it felt to have him touching me once again.

I pull away just slightly to look into his eyes, a soft smile lighting up his features. He pecks my nose gently, making me close my eyes. He kisses my nose again and then moves to my forehead, then my cheeks. His lips leaving drawn out kisses against my skin.

I run my fingers through his hair gently which makes him lean his head against the door, letting me support his head in my hands. I close the gap between us and start kissing his mouth deeply. Making him take a intake of breath and wrap his arms tighter around me, making sure every inch of us was pressed tightly together.

I'm not aware of anything else as the seconds tick by. I only feel his lips opening against mine and his hands gliding against my back and to my face to somehow get our lips even more melded together then they already were. I only feel him as I keep him pressed against the door and leave deep kisses against his neck, making him lean his head back more to give me access. Letting me do whatever I wanted to him.

He's the only thing I feel and taste until the sunlight bleeds onto the horizon.

*****

Byeongkwan;

I always hated when we were apart. Byeongkwan leaving was always hard to see and it was hard to be without him. He had left for an entire year to pursue his love of music. Of course I supported him, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to go with him and he would be busy. And we knew it would be at least a year before we saw each other again. But we were okay with it. Because we knew we could make it. It was hard, but the day had finally arrived that I would see him again. I had had enough of only being able to text or call him, I missed him. His body, his taste, his breath in my ear. I missed him as a whole.

I had rushed to his apartment as soon as he said he was home and some of his friends had left. I wanted to pick him up at the airport but work wouldn't allow it. Making me frustrated and even more anxious to see him.

I knock on his apartment door and tap my foot impatiently. Soon I hear footsteps from the other side of the door and Byeongkwan's smirk greets me. I giggle at seeing him again in person after so long, feeling giddy. He takes my wrist and pulls me inside. Closing the door behind us.

He wraps my legs around his waist and picks me up, spinning me once before kissing my mouth deeply. A deep hum leaving his throat as he encases my lips with his. Making my entire body heat up and tingle.

"I have missed you so much." He whispers between kisses. "You look amazing."

I giggle against his lips. "I missed you too, BK." I leave a drawn out kiss on his lips before slowly pulling away. "You aren't leaving again, are you?"

Byeongkwan shakes his head. "Not for a long while, baby. But we have a lot of making up for lost time to do."

I suck in a breath as he starts leaving a row of bites on my jaw down my neck. His kisses and bites deep and harsh, his missing me evident in the way he held me. Our kisses our messy as Byeongkwan walks to his bedroom slowly. It felt like forever before he was hovering over my body and leaving deep kisses on my collarbones and shoulders. His breathing going deeper and harder as time wore on. It felt like even longer before I finally felt the skin beneath his shirt. His muscles tight yet soft. His eyes darkened with every tracing on his stomach and arms I drew.

We didn't stop to talk and catch up until the sheets were tangled around our bodies loosely and dark marks had formed on both of us.

*****

Jun;

I sat in the living room, watching the needle on the clock counting the seconds down to a minute. It was 12:34 at night as I bounced my knee waiting for Jun to come home. He had been gone for 3 months, the longest he had been gone since we were together. We knew it would be hard, but we had managed well with video calls and text messages. However, 3 months was a long time to go without touching someone. I missed running my fingers through his hair as he held my hands, rubbing circles over my thumb with his. I missed hugging him from behind, wrapping my arms around his stomach before his hands came to rest over mine as he laughed and asked what I wanted. I missed his lips on mine, every tilt of his head that deepened the kiss as his hands pressed against my lower back, pushing me flush against his chest. I had missed his touch and I was going to wait up for him so that I could feel him again and not let him go until we had to get up for breakfast in the morning.

My thoughts of Jun were interrupted as I heard the front door open. I jumped from my spot, running to the door to find Jun rolling his suitcase into the small hallway that welcomed you into our apartment. He smiles as he sees me, opening his mouth to speak, but all he gets out is a huff of air as I crash into him, wrapping my arms around his back and laying my head on his chest.

"I'm worried that you didn't miss me." He laughs, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

I let out a sigh of contentment, finally having him back making me feel relieved. He holds me tightly before he pulls back, attaching his lips to mine. I kiss him back feeling my heart pick up speed at the feeling of his lips. His hand trails up my back, pushing deeply into it and making me sigh out against him, feeling my muscles relax when his hand goes over them. His hand reaches the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as he backs me up into the wall, holding the back of my head so it wasn't against the wall. He opens his mouth against me, encouraging me to do the same where he meets my tongue with his. His tongue rests against mine as he groans against my mouth feeling all of me pressed against him.

My hands reach the bottom of his shirt, pulling at it to indicate to him I wanted it off. He pulls away from me, letting me pull his shirt off while he does the same with mine before reattaching our lips together. His free hand rests against my side, rubbing his thumb over my skin. My hands rest on his shoulders, feeling them flex as he moved his head each time to deepen the kiss. We pull away after awhile, resting our foreheads against each other, Jun smiling widely as his breath fanned over my face.

"I missed you so much." He admits, placing a quick kiss over my mouth before returning his forehead to mine.

"Not as much as I missed you." I tell him with a smile before pulling him back down to my lips.

*****

Donghun;

It was early in the am's as I slept. It wasn't a restful sleep, because I was waiting for my boyfriend to come back home. He was away on tour and he was scheduled to get back tonight, but not until late. I had waited up for him, but my eyes grew heavy, so I went to bed, waiting to wake up until I heard him come in.

I heard his footsteps walk into our room, alerting me of his presence. I sit up in bed, seeing him in the light of the moon that bled through our curtains. His eyes were tired when they focused on me, but he smiled, his eyes creasing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He whispers, his bare chest on display making my tired brain distort.

"I wasn't really sleeping well. I wanted to wait for you." I tell him as he crawls into bed next to me.

"What did you want to do after I got home?" He asks, his voice deep as he faces his body towards mine, his smile mischievous.

I gulp as I feel his body heat from his close proximity, my mind going blank. "I just wanted to see you."

"Did you want to touch me?" He asks, his voice gravely as he takes my hand in his, bringing to his chest and laying it flat over his chest, his hand resting on the back of mine to keep it against him.

I let out a shaky breath as I feel his heart beat against the palm of my hand, his skin hot to the touch.

"Or did you want me to touch you?" His other hand goes to my thigh, trailing my pajama shorts up my leg before he grabs it, rubbing his thumb across my skin.

I gasp at the feeling, my hand shaking against his chest.

"Did you want to kiss me?"

His head moves forward, his lips grazing against mine. "I've waited to kiss you."

With those words I push my head forward, meeting his lips and grabbing his head, keeping his lips against mine. He had a habit of pulling away to tease, but I wasn't going to let him when I had to wait for him for so long. He smiles against my mouth, the hand that was against my thigh trailed up to my back as he laid his weight over me, resting me against the bed with his hand on the middle of my back, pushing me against his stomach. I hum into his mouth, his hand going to my hair to bury his fingers into it. I pull away from him, kissing down his jaw and neck before kissing back up the opposite side, reattaching our mouths. He pulls away, hovering over with a smile.

"I missed you." He says, leaning down to leave an open mouthed kiss over my collarbone, making me sigh. "Let's stay home tomorrow. We can catch up on all the time we lost."

I nod, smiling up at him as I run my hand up his arm. "I'm all yours."

*****

Chan;

I didn't expect him to come home so soon. I knew he'd be gone for awhile, but he got back early and wanted to surprise me. When he came home I was on the couch, reading. My focus was on my book so when his voice echoed through the room I jerked my head to see him. He gave his bright smile, making me feel overwhelmed. I stood from the couch, running to wrap my arms around him. His wrapped around my waist just as my lips crashed into his. I felt like crying, seeing him after so long making me feel happy. He held me against him, grabbing my thighs to help me wrap around his waist.

He pulls away and begins to walk to the bedroom all while I leave long kisses over his cheeks and jaw, not wanting to waste time after being away from him for so long. He would giggle on occasion, but it didn't deter me. He sits on the bed, letting me straddle his lap as my kisses traveled to his neck, my kisses deeper. He sighs out against me, making me want to keep kissing him there and keep hearing his deep sighs. However he doesn't allow it as he lifts my head by my chin, a deep love swirled in his eyes as he looked at me, his smile goofy as his hand held my back to keep me against him.

"I missed you so much." He expresses, his voice soft, almost as if it would break if it was louder.

"I missed you." I tell him before he brings my head down to introduce our lips together.

He opens his mouth against me his other hand resting on my thigh to keep me on his lap. The kiss was slow and drawn out giving me a chance to run my fingers through his hair making Chan smile into the kiss. Chan starts to fall back, taking me with him so I lay on top of him. I pull away from him, trailing a finger down his neck. When I reach the top of his shurt I pull it down, revealing his beauty mark, my smile widening. I lean down to kiss his mark, Chan groaning out and resting his head on the bed.

"I missed all of you." I whisper as I look over him to see his deep breathing.

He grabs my thighs before trailing his hands up to the bottom of my shirt, slowly lift them to reveal part of my stomach.

"And I missed all of you." He gets out from his heavy breathing. "Let me show you how much."

He says before carefully laying me on the bed and hovering over me to show me how much he really did miss me.

A.C.E MASTERLIST

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

🌹 - ɟ

Hiii babies and dear Anons 👋🏼🤗 You know how it works by now. These are the answers to the asks Mari/Stuck sent me. And happy Valentine’s Day to you all!! 🌹🌹 Enjoy 🙃

 A lot of people have been interested in them, dear Anon. From managers, to publicists, to sponsors, partnerships, producers, etc., etc. and no, it was never a problem between them. That’s part of their job.

 No, dear Anon. Camila and Ashlee are best friends. Ash ships/ped Camren. She has helped them a lot of times. I know why you thought this. Just as I know it may seem that Ash takes advantage of Camila because she created a lot of videos with her, made two songs about her, and brings her up at every opportunity, but it’s not what it seems. Do you have any idea how hard it is to try to emerge as an artist in that world? Do you have any idea how many artists there are out there that you’ll never hear about because they’ll never make it to the top? Why do you know Ashlee? Thanks to 5H. Without having been their guitarist, you wouldn’t even know she existed. The fans that Juno has, are Harmonizers/Camilizers and some that she managed to make herself afterwards.

Ash is a real friend to our Mila. She has helped her more times than we could ever know, even by leaving the tour to help her friend. And Camila’s the same for her. Did you know that on June 13, 2020, in the face of the Black Lives Matter Movement she helped Ashlee sponsor a free scholarship for 20 black students to participate in the JUNO’s Guitar Bootcamp to help them create more opportunities in that field in their future? [Diana Foster, who I believe is her girlfriend or a great friend of hers anyway, also helped] Why on earth would Camila willingly help someone who ‘presumably’ would be taking advantage of her friendship? May I suggest you go watch one of the last videos they have together in Camila’s backstage? It dates back to 2019. Go watch it, dear Anon, and tell me if you don’t get an automatic smile on your lips.

 Forgive me, Anon, with all due respect speaking, but what are you saying? “Camila has made mistakes (she has not been the best girlfriend possible)?” Are you for real? What are you talking about? Camila made her mistakes, but so did Lauren. So why are you only pointing the finger at Camila? Did you pay attention to their story? Did you hear/see what Lauren said on the podcast? Have you ever listened to their songs WELL? Because apparently, you didn’t. A couple is made up of two people and mistakes are made by two, not just by one.

 No, dear Anon. Closer was never a song of hers in the first place, let alone one she could sell. The Chainsmokers wanted her in the song. She recorded a rough demo for them and then turned it down. I know that when she turned it down and they passed it on to Halsey, she wrote and contributed to some of the lyrics (she appears as a songwriter in the credits), so I believe she wrote those in the place of the ones Mila wrote in her version, but I’m not sure. I don’t know if Camila had the time to write her part like Ashley (Halsey) did, or if she directly recorded the demo as she did with The Middle. Until it’s leaked, we won’t have an answer.

The fact is that Closer was simply a project that was proposed to her when she was still in 5H and that she turned down because 7/27 was about to come out. Just as she declined to participate in Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood music video for them (5H). And I still wonder how the haters still consider her a bitch 🙄🙄

 Ligas, or hair bands, or también se dice colitas, verdad? Or hair ties as I like to call them, were originally Lauren’s. Lauren had two on her wrist at X-Factor and then, magically, one ended up on Camila’s wrist. I personally think that was their first symbol, but of friendship. And no, dear Anon, they didn’t replace the rings. The rings didn’t yet exist at that time. If the rings were one of their symbols of love, the hair ties were symbols of friendship, at least in the beginning.

P.S. dear Anon, I would like that as soon as you finish reading this post, you’d type ‘garters’ on Google and click directly on images 🤣 I really, REALLY, love you for this, believe me 😉❤️

 I watched all the interviews held in Spain in 2015 and you can see the differences, dear Anon. The two interviews with Revista Bravo and the one with Vodafone Yu are more or less normal. There’s tension between all of them because the big mess had recently happened. But in Alyson’s one with NSP PROJECTS and the one with LOS40 in which Alyson is in as well… Gosh… Your second question is my answer, dear Anon. Yes, they broke up, but that was even before they went to Europe.

As for your last question, on the one hand, I think she was single, attracted to the interviewer, and that she didn’t have to be accountable to anyone because being single, she could do whatever she wanted. But on the other hand, I think it may have been done on purpose for revenge since they’ve always played these jealousy games. I don’t think she managed to control herself though. It shows in both of those interviews, although it’s much more evident in the one with NSP PROJECTS. I don’t think she really realized the gravity of what she was doing because she was too wrapped up in Alyson and too busy in impressed her than everything else. I don’t think she noticed, at least not during the interviews, how hurt Lauren was.

I don’t want to tell you yes or no if her behavior was correct or not, simply because I don’t know if she did it because as I said she was single and didn’t have to answer to anyone, or if she did it out of revenge because she wanted Laur to be jealous. My instinctive response would be that it wasn’t corrected because of the effect it had on Laur who was also going through the dark diary period, but I don’t really know why Mila did what she did. She may have had her reasons, and maybe knowing them, my answer would be different, or the same. I don’t know because I don’t know the reasons behind this. Lauren has done a lot of things in the past that have hurt Camila, and Camila has done a lot of things in the past that have hurt Lauren. They’ve hurt each other many times. Sometimes on purpose and sometimes not. So I prefer to abstain because, at least in this case, I don’t feel like judging something I don’t know. Much less point the finger.

 Hi @ camilalauren0327 😄👋🏼 yeah, writing is therapeutic for them, as it is for many other people, myself included. Dancing was for me as well. Many people find it therapeutic to play sports, others find it in various forms of art, etc., etc.

I don’t know if Camren did couples therapy 🤷🏻‍♀‍ I think if they really did it, they did it after 5H.

Doctors of all kinds, and therefore also psychologists, consultants, therapists, psychiatrists, etc. are bound by the federal law HIPAA (Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act). Many therapists themselves indeed, prefer to establish confidentiality limits even before starting therapy. For example, the fact that they’re required to maintain therapy content is established regardless, but with you, they can determine who they can contact with your written permission, or if they can’t contact anyone. If YOU client prefer it, you can also establish that outside those four walls, you’re not really in therapy and that therefore if you meet your therapist in a supermarket, for example, they’ll pretend not to know you and will not acknowledge you at all in order to protect your client-therapist confidentiality. So, at the end of the day, it really depends on you and what you establish with your therapist.

This, however, is sometimes not enough for celebrities. Those who really, but really care about privacy and don’t want to take risks, require their therapist to also sign an NDA as a backup and reinforcement plan, so that it covers everything, including sections that HIPAA doesn’t administer.

Both, dear @camilalauren0327, and hi again 👋🏼😊 In the Consequences video and on the day of Say You Won’t Let Go she was paying tribute to Lauren and to the old Camila. For Consequences, that was one of the many symbols we find in the video that served as a clue. For Say You Won’t Let Go it was yes a tribute to Lauren and to old Camila, but it was more of a message for her. The song was for her, the bow was for her, and the rose on her pants was for her. It was like: “Hey, I’m still here. I’m still me. See the bow? See the rose? The song? It’s all for you. The title of the song already speaks for itself. Let’s try again”. That was indeed still the period of rapprochement between them. As for the other times she wore it, and I remember that she even wore it around her neck on more than one occasion, it was for style.

 Sure thing, dear Anon 🙃 Curious is a song discarded from the album Camila, and I don’t know if you’ll like my interpretation, dear Anon, because this song is not about Lauren (for me).

Verse 1

“I lose myself when you start talkin’

There’s something riveting about you, it’s got me confused”

Camila finds this girl so fascinating, that not only does she gets lost when she talks, but it also makes her confused. Confused because she didn’t think another girl could have this effect on her while her mind was always on Lauren. And yes, girl. It’s not the first time that Camila has had to mask this in her songs.

“If we went back to your apartment

Would you be a gentleman and a bad boy too?”

She’s provocative here. She’s literally provoking and teasing the girl: “Could you be sweet and at the same time rough enough to slamming me against the wall?” If you know what I mean…

Pre-Chorus

“I know you think, I’m innocent

Little do you know where my mind has been?”

When you see Camila in videos and interviews, you’re hit by her energy 80% of the time. She’s this cute and goofy and clumsy and dorky ball of bubbly energy that cracks a smile from you all the time. She’s funny with her lame jokes that however always make you laugh, and most of the time, you see her in this innocent light. And it’s true. She looks like this innocent little bean that must be protected at all costs. But we also know that she’s far from innocent. And here, that’s what she’s telling the girl: “If you knew what I’ve been thinking about you, about us, about what I want to happen, you’d understand that I’m not that innocent after all.”

“I don’t have much experience

Could you relieve me of my ignorance?”

The only sexual experience Camila had had up to that point, had been with Lauren. So unlike this girl, Camila had only had one partner, and she’s telling her just that: “I don’t have much experience as you do. Could you help me out?”

“It’s true (It’s true, it’s true)

Been wondering about you”

Here she’s basically questioning whether the expectation equals the reality.

Chorus

“I’m just cu—, I’m just curious

What you do, just got the two of us

Hit me down, take me up

Can you teach me how to love?

I’m just curious”

She’s telling her that what they do in private between them, will stay between the two of them. And then… Ahem-Ahem! *Throat clearing* I’m really trying to hold back as much as possible here guys… If I hadn’t received complaints in the past about some of the answers I gave in other posts, I wouldn’t have had any kind of problem explaining exactly what she says sentence by sentence, but I’ll just limit myself by saying that she’s asking her to teach her to be more expert on the subject matter.

Post-Chorus

“Dum, dum-dum-dum

You got me feeling

Dum, dum-dum-dum

You got me feeling”

This girl makes her feel in a certain type of way that Camila herself refrains from saying what she really wants to say. Still if you know what I mean…

Verse 2

“I’m kinda nervous but I like it (Yeah)”

Because it’s a good kind of nervous. An exciting kind of nervous.

“Will you live up to the image that I got of you?”

Again. As I said before, she’s basically asking if the expectation equals the reality.

“You’re not usually my type, yeah

I think that that might be the reason that I’m here with you (Oh, oh)”

And this, speaks for itself. Who’s Camila’s type? With whom is she making the comparison? Who does she have in mind to justify her actions? She’s there with this girl because her type is who?

Before I wrap up, I want to explain to you why this song has nothing of Lauren for me. So I’m going to rewrite some pieces of the song to debunk it’s about Lauren.

“If we went back to your apartment”

Lauren didn’t have an apartment yet. She wasn’t living alone yet. 5H had two apartments that they shared together in the months of recording, and for the rest, they lived constantly in hotels. This girl (older than her) had an apartment.

“I know you think, I’m innocent”

Lauren and Camila had already had sex. Hello? Since the Like Friends Do situation. So she’s not talking about Lauren because she already knew Camila wasn’t innocent.

“I don’t have much experience”

Again. Experience she’d precisely had with Laur.

“Been wondering about you”

She had to wonder about Lauren if she had already been with her sexually? What would have been the sense?

“What you do, just got the two of us”

If she was really talking about Lauren, this would’ve been a big bullshit because there were people who knew about them. The ones closest to them for sure. Like DNA. DNA knew about them right from the start and lived their story basically along with them. Not to mention that they heard them on more than one occasion. Hell, even we heard them thanks to that takeover.

“You’re not usually my type”

Definitely not Lauren! Isn’t Lauren Camila’s type? In which universe?

“I think that that might be the reason that I’m here with you”

Exactly! This girl, whether it was physically or of character, wasn’t like Lauren.

Aaand these are the reasons why I’m 100% sure this song is not about Lauren, dear Anon.

 Of course I can, dear Anon 😄

Cleopatra is a song discarded from the album Camila, and created during The Hurting. The Healing. The Loving. era. C ended Something’s Gotta Give in mid-March 2017 and we know it was the last song of The Hurting. The Healing. The Loving. era before the album name changed to Camila, so Cleopatra was finished before that.

Verse

“Ridin’ ‘round town in the backseat

Looking like the real deal

Looking real, real, real

Spent so long cuttin’ my teeth

Thought you were the real deal

But it wasn’t real, real, real, uh”

Camila is in the back of a car and, you know how sometimes you find yourself spacing out and thinking about something in those moments? Maybe by looking out the window but not really looking because you’re thinking about that something? It can be something trivial or something important, and in Camila’s case, in this case specifically, she’s overthinking about her relationship with Lauren. They had clearly broken up, and Camila is thinking about how she believed L was the real deal.

With ‘cuttin’ my teeth’ she used a slang to indicate that she learned something early in her life. The slang of cut my/your/her/his/their teeth was born in reference to the exit of the teeth from a baby’s gums and consequently indicates a first experience. So, here she means that she spent too much time learning the ropes believing for real that Lauren was for her, and then realize that she wasn’t.

[Don’t be discouraged and keep in mind that in this case, they were passing thoughts because she was definitely angry, bitter, and sad. We all are after a fight or a breakup with a partner. Besides, we all know that L is the love of her life. Think of songs like Never Be the Same (It’s you, babe), All These Years ('Cause after all these years, I still feel everything when you are near), Taxy (The greatest love story that’s never been told), and many others up to one of the ‘most recent’ ones: Anyone (You are the only one I’ll ever love) 😉]

Pre-Chorus

“Every night it was a different fight

It was a different girl

It was a different lie, ooh-ooh

Every night it was a different fight

It was a different girl

It was a different lie, ooh”

Aaaand back at it again with their communication problems. Even if she has generalized a lot here, she still makes us understand the essence of the problem.

Chorus

“I think I kinda wanna cut my hair like I’m

I’m Cleopatra”

When people move on or try to move on after a breakup, what do they usually do? They look for a change. They want to separate themselves from their past selves, of the ones they were when they were in a relationship with the person they broke up with, and they seek a change, aka self-improvement. Most of the time visual, and therefore physical. This change is seen as a new beginning, a new chapter in their life where they want to feel good again. They want to feel attractive. And this is how self-innovation begins. Some go on a diet, others change their style and wardrobe, and then there’s what many see as a rite of passage: a new haircut.

Camila in this case used Cleopatra’s cut as a metaphor for the change she wanted to make about herself. Cleopatra is one of the most famous known queens in the world. Strong, intelligent, powerful, and that radiates charm in everyone since ever. But Camila isn’t talking about Cleopatra the person. She’s talking about her haircut. Cleopatra’s cut in this case is a symbol of power and freedom for Camila. Remember how I said earlier that Camila finished Something’s Gotta Give in mid-March and that she finished this song before that? Well, although this song talks about 2015, it was made in 2017. And guess what happened in that same period? Camila cut her hair by getting bangs. To be precise, it happened on March 31, 2017 (picture + caption: “joined the bang club now”). Coincidence? Yeah, sure, I don’t think so. Plus, although she used it as a metaphor, Camila has actually always wanted a Cleopatra cut, thing that, if you think about it, she now has for real. [Oh, oh and, rumor has it that Cleopatra was bisexual as was 100% Julius Caesar🤫🤭]

“Wanna dance on cars

And forget it all after

Skip these sad love songs cause I

Need something faster and now baby

Kinda think I’m ready”

The freedom I was saying before? (Cleopatra’s cut in this case is a symbol of power and freedom for Camila) She talks about it here. She used the wanting to dance on cars and the skipping sad love songs as figurative expressions of the freedom she wanted to feel, and that she wanted to feel fast because there was gonna be no crying in the club this time. 🤣🤣🤣 Sorry, dear Anon, I had to 😝 No but, seriously though. She just wanted to shed the past and move on right away because she was ready. And she was also ready for the power part I referred to earlier that she explains here:

Post-Chorus

“Needed to be all eyes on me

Baby all eyes on me, ooh

That’s what I want

Needed to be all eyes on me

Baby all eyes on me, ooh

That’s what I want, yeah”

Now. Now, now, now, now, now, now, now. We have a double interpretation here. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: Camila is a fucking genius. And being the fucking genius lyricist that she is, she used a double meaning here to let everyone interpret this part as they please. The double interpretation is so well hidden, that people who listen to this song without knowing the details, such as for example knowing something about Camila’s life or the year the song was made, would never know because they wouldn’t even notice.

The first interpretation ties into what she says about wanting to dance on cars in the chorus. That’s also a way of saying she just wants to dance thoughtlessly and have fun, but on cars? It’s a metaphor to say that she wants to do it by drawing everyone’s attention. I want you to picture something now, okay? Picture a party with a bunch of people dancing and drinking, and in the midst of the fun, someone climbs on the hood of a car or a counter or any other high surface to keep dancing. Can you picture what would happen at that moment? Can you picture how all the people there would turn to look at that person and shout, clap, and cheer them on? Now picture the same scenario with a person still climbing on something high, but to announce something. It’s the same thing. It’s the same purpose. Getting on top, getting on top of something, is to automatically draw attention. So the connection that leads us to the first interpretation is: Wanna dance on cars - Needed to be all eyes on me.

The second interpretation, on the other hand, is basically the same as regards wanting attention on her, but with another direction and another chorus sentence. Camila is a singer. She’s a performer. She LOVES to perform. She LOVES the excitement, the adrenaline rush, the anxiety, the nerves, the pressure, and the feeling of shitting herself before entering a stage. She LOVES the almost blinding stage lights, the screams, the cheers, the applause, and all the love from the fans. She LOVES mastering the stage, interacting with the audience, and delivering a show. She sings her heart out and LOVES it when the audience sings back to her. She has so much passion and she’s so fucking good at what she does. Why am I saying all this? Because with this hidden interpretation, Mila refers to her solo debut. Like I said, this song was made in 2017, remember? So the connection that leads us to the second interpretation is: Now baby, kinda think I’m ready - Needed to be all eyes on me. Ready for her debut.

Both indicate the attention and power (feeling of power) that I mentioned earlier that comes with it.

Bridge

“See, see

You right to be that

You bein’, you needin’

See, see

You right to be that

You bein’, you needin'”

This part is cryptic. Since they broke up here, I think she’s just saying that it’s okay. That it’s okay for Lauren to be the way she is and that it’s okay if they’re letting each other go (Yeah, sure, Jan 🤣). No hard feelings. Or at least, that’s my interpretation.

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Before concluding this post, I’d like to make amends. My friend, the same one I ‘roasted’ in my last post (📄 - ɟ), hey, hi girl 😝 literally shoved her phone in my face a few days ago to show me an ask sent to @emisonme (hi to you too if you’re reading 👋🏼😄) in which I was mentioned. I’d like to apologize to all of you because I made a mistake, although not intentionally. I didn’t know Simon was no longer one of the directors of Simco Limited. I went to check it out and immediately understood why I didn’t know. Because it happened more or less recently (on September 17, 2020) and I hadn’t done a thorough research on the piece of shit since last summer (July) when Syco integrated into Sony.

I got really mad at myself for doing one of the things I hate: giving out wrong information. Camila and Lauren are ‘free’ from Simon, and I put that in quotes because one of the clauses that are in every Simmenthal Cow contract includes not being able to speak ill of him. I’m not kidding. This is a piece of an article from many years ago that is still on the internet today that talks about X Factor contracts: “The contract, which runs for 80 pages, also reportedly states that the rules are enforceable anywhere ‘in the world and solar system’ and that artists may not be critical of the company, ‘including its personnel and, in particular, Simon Cowell’. The contract makes clear no-one can speak badly of X Factor supremo Simon.”

Supremo… Supremo? Like what, the Supreme from American Horror Story (some fans of the series like me here)? Should I start calling him Cordelia? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I could never. I’m sorry Sarah (Paulson) for even giving it the slightest thought, love. I’m deeply ashamed. Sooo, like what? A supremo Super Saiyan (Dragon Ball)? If he clenches his hands into fists and screams, does his hair turn blonde? No, huh? So like what exactly? The supremo asshole? You know what? It doesn’t matter. He’s ridiculous enough per se.

Anyway.  Camren are free I hope completely from Simon, but we don’t know yet if the contract ended along with Simon’s exit or if it’s still standing. We’ll see as soon as one of them releases a new song.

Please accept my sincere apologies, guys 🙏🏼 And thank you @emisonme for giving me a great news, albeit indirectly. You’re a real one 😊

🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍

Aaand I’m done 🙈 I hope I was helpful in this case too. As usual, I’m always available for those who have questions, so feel free to ask 🙃 And as always, I thank Mari for giving me space in her blog and for making this exchange possible, and thanks to you Anons for your asks 🥰

Be kind, to others and to yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗 I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️

P.S. who wants to be my virtual Valentine? 🌹 🌹 🌹

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I have to say sorry to F again because this submission should be posted last night and I couldn’t. Thanks for the long ass post F. 

Another advice, I closed the inbox for anons as you know and I will open it again in a few days when I don’t be too busy. Save your asks for F anyway, anons!

[jiminieloved]

Lol, welp, since your submission page does say you’re accepting people venting their opinion about something, and other anons you’re getting today have made this topical, I’m going to submit a bit of a frustrated opinion piece to you here- though I totally understand if you don’t want to post it if you think others might take it the wrong way and feel like it’s inciting drama or something. 

So bit of a hot take here, but I hold the opinion that Jikookers who insist that the post SY Final emails from TKers/hetshippers about stopping Jikook’s ‘gay performances’ worked, and that Jikook has ‘barely breathed’ and stopped interacting in public since then specifically because Big Hit won’t ‘let’ them because of those complaints, because they’re now trying to suppress their relationship and please Taekookers, are almost as frustrating as the crowd that starts weeping about how Jikook broke up every single time we go a week without a new moment at this point- it’s just two different forms of baseless hysteria grounded in insecurity. There’s a reason TKers have been widely mocked for coming up with conspiracy theories about how BH has turned TK into a tragic, forbidden love that is forced to stay apart, and I just hate seeing so many of us turn around and do the exact same thing the second we miss the boys for a minute. Now, allow to me explain WHY I think this idea is so silly, if I may

I guarantee that Big Hit gets complaints and demands about EVERYTHING related to the boys, that’s just the nature of overseeing literally the biggest band in the world- and yet people truly believe that of all the things they hear about, they caved to the emailed demands of what was most likely not even actually a full 100 people among BTS’s 1mil+ person fan base? You’re giving what was most likely a double digit amount of TKers (whenever anyone tries to bust out a tweet of people complaining about all the Jikook interactions that night that has triple digit likes, as if that’s proof that hundreds upon HUNDREDS of people were emailing Big Hit, I have to roll my eyes; one, a lot of that those likes probably come from people who have multiple accounts, and two, there’s way less energy involved with hitting like on a tweet than composing and sending an email-I would bet you anything that the vast majority of people who did the former never actually followed through with the latter. Not to mention that even if it actually had been a few hundred, which it almost definitely wasn’t, that’s STILL a completely insignificant portion of BTS’s fanbase) entirely too much credit if you think BH started suddenly declaring how and when JM and JK are allowed to interact just because of them; frankly, BH likely gets WAY more nutso emails from people about dumb things like wanting Tae publicly flogged for vaping or wanting JK kicked out of the group for having tattoos than they ever have about shipping matters- I’d be shocked if this particular issue was even a blip on the radar, or ever went beyond the administrative assistant in charge of sorting through fan emails laughing to themself as they deleted the nonsense.

But hey, let’s say the emails DID make it to the higher-ups at Big Hit and they WERE aware of them- thinking they started keeping Jikook apart because of them requires assuming BH places more weight into a few pressed emails than they do the entire sold out stadium being filled with the sound of hysterical, supportive, happy screaming every time Jikook were acting boo’d up that night, and, uh… WHY would you assume that, lol? Even IF BigHit is hypersensitive to how Army responds to specific ships, which I honestly doubt, I promise you any company would care more about the real-time reaction of a 60000 person true random sampling of the band’s fan base than a comparatively TINY amount of emails or tweets that, for all they know, are just being spammed by the same five people with an agenda across different accounts, and that real-time reaction to Jikook from 60000 random fans was extremely positive. Not to mention how Jikook is more popular than Taekook with both K-Army and J-Army, and it’s only I-Army that Taekook has the edge with; why does anyone think Big Hit cares more about a shipping subset of their third biggest market than a shipping subset of their first two biggest markets, if they’re going to care about shipping at all?

Then there’s the issue where I also think it’s kind of insulting to Jimin and Jungkook to suggest they would have even stood for being forcibly distanced to please some pissy Taekook fans, TBH. I’m not saying they get to live their lives as openly as they want 100% of the time, obviously as Idols there are things they make big concessions about, but Jungkook is a man who has been acknowledging since 2014 that a lot of their fans would be very upset with him if he ever got a tattoo, and who then still proceeded to get 20+ of them because that’s what HE wanted, Jimin is a man who saw fans complaining his shirt was too revealing and he should stop wearing it and proceeded to wear that shirt as often as possible throughout the next few weeks to make a point- you think they’d put up a fight like that for tattoos and clothes, but not for the person that we as Jikookers are assuming is their beloved partner? That’s not even getting into Jungkook being so vocal and so brave with gestures like GCF Tokyo and Rose Bowl; I would bet you anything that same man would not sit there quietly and nod along if an executive tried to order him to stop being seen with Jimin and start playing up his friendship with Taehyung for the camera more often, all just so they could please some obnoxious American teenagers. 

And finally, and what might be the biggest point to me- the ‘Jikook has been dead since then!’ and ‘Something is clearly off between them since then!’ narratives are SO exaggerated by Jikookers anyway, ones who have lost all perspective about how they haven’t been in public much since November, and they both barely use social media anymore, so ALL content from them drops off dramatically when there’s no tour, no promotions, and no appearances happening. Shippers keep complaining that we’ve had barely any new content in 2020, it’s all been stuff that was filmed in 2019 and just released now, waaah, and I’m just like ‘…uh, yeah, and that’s the case for literally every ship involving Jimin or Jungkook, because the three weeks of album promotion we got are basically all either of them have been seen for this year.’ If they were both constantly around and acting affectionate with other members while visibly icing only each other out, then maybe I could get the conspiracy theories, but I genuinely can’t recall any significant interactions either of them have had with other members outside of the clearly planned and scheduled V-Lives- not that this means the interactions in said V-lives weren’t genuine and cute, for the record! But it’s not like Jungkook was just hanging out at Tae’s apartment and they spontaneously decided to go live- Big Hit clearly had these particular lives mapped out and they’ve essentially been part of the boys’ current work schedule. They’ve both made themselves scarce, period, you can’t get ‘fed’ by people who just straight up aren’t making public appearances or using their social media accounts- and when we HAVE seen them, like in the last two OT7 lives, they’ve very much seemed like their normal selves and have been right by each other’s side, per usual. Also, when you look back on years in your mind as a compilation of significant moments, it makes you forget that even in 2018 and 2019, it wasn’t uncommon to go weeks or months between content; your brain just selectively filters out the time in-between that you spent waiting to remember only the good stuff we got those years, and it makes it feel like it was a constant flood of moments happening all at once; you remember ALL of 2018 and 2019 as their respective best dozen moments, forgetting that there was plenty of time in between even then, and that Jikookers frequently threw embarrassing fits about how they had clearly broken up any time their ‘feeding schedule’ was off for a few weeks even then.

And I mean, the face smushing pictures that have already become a Jikook fandom all time favorite moment were post SYF, the chest groping performance of Home was post SYF, them lovingly smiling while singing The Earth Traveler directly to each other and the behind the scenes clip of them looking just as smitten during the recording was post SYF, the extremely flirty and domestic New Year’s VLive that had Jikook fandom dying was post SYF, the video of them flirting about how long they’ve been a unit was post SYF (not to mention how Big Hit deciding to give them a photobook subunit in the first place, or deciding to include that flirty footage in the album release event stream, were both choices made post SYF), the big Jikook feast that was Winter Package was post SYF (and again, BH didn’t HAVE to include all that Jikook footage, and they DEFINITELY didn’t have to write the very shippy captions that one had- they chose to), Jimin holding Jungkook’s arm in the airport was post SYF, them holding hands while walking off stage at the Japan muster was post SYF, Jungkook calling Jimin cute and sexy during the album release and all of their flirting across the table and hugging and touchiness that same night was post SYF, the V-Live where Jimin was being very affectionate with Jungkook and there was that adorable minute long sequence where you could tell how badly they were fighting the instinct to hold hands was post SYF, Jungkook publicly and proudly losing his mind over Jimin the Black Swan reaction video was post SYF, them choosing to let us see them happily riding home together was post SYF, Jungkook stopping dead in his tracks and abandoning the routine to just lovingly stare at Jimin for two minutes straight during Carpool Karaoke was post SYF, the cuddling and spooning during recent Run BTS episodes was filmed prior to then, but BH’s decision to include the footage and post the photo was post SYF, same with all the season’s greeting Jikook footage, same with BH deciding to make the 5th Muster DVD an all out Jikook holy grail, same with BH having the Speak Yourself Japan behind-the-scenes footage be more Jikook than anything else. If that’s Jikook after supposedly being ordered to stay away from each other or to at least ‘tone down the gay’, and if Big Hit’s idea of pulling back on Jikook means still having the behind the scenes footage on the next 4 paid content DVD releases be LOADED with Jikook and basically revolve around their interactions, then call me crazy, but I think things are gonna be okay

[kpop-ruined-my-social-life]

Dating Headcanons - San

Request: “ Hi there, could I get a fluffy dating San (Ateez) headcanon please. Thank you 💓💓 “ - Anon

Masterlist | Requests: Open (REQUEST RULES)

Warning: PURE FLUFF

You prob met somewhere casual and between friends or something

Prob the type to celebrate every single anniversary of literally anything, I’m talking one week anniversary, one month, six month, 100 days, of course one year, first cup of coffee, first kiss, etc. AND YOU BETTER BET YOUR ASS there are gifts and a lot of kisses to go along with it

Loves everything you do, deadass falls in love all over again when you breath

His eyes sparkle normally but his eyes sparkle just a bit differently when he looks at you, you can legit f e e l the love he has for you coming off of him

Always wants to have some type of physical contact, just hold this boys hand, please. It hurts his feelings when you don’t and he’ll just get all dejected

He loves having you over at the dorm, obv loves being in private more cause there is a lot more he can do hehe ;) but loves showing you off

When he wanted to introduce you to the boys for the first time you were super nervous and he just grabbed your face in his hands and not so gently put his forehead to yours and said something along the lines of “I don’t care if they get a bad impression, you’re my world and no one is going to take that away from me.” and he was just pouty until you went inside and realized how comfortable you finally were

Back to what i said about always wanting physical contact, when you’re around the boys or really anyone that isn’t like family, you’re cuddling. IT IS LAW that you give him cuddles, the boys have attempted to make it so you would only in his room but san was n o t having it

Always makes it seem like something dirty is going on, will be like rubbing your shoulders or the other way around, one of you will moan or something and the boys burst in and are like WTH ARE YOU DOING and then they’ll see you both fully clothed and not doing anything

Give him kisses, always give him kisses, it is what keeps him alive

He loves taking you on super cliche dates, but will also take you on some underground unknown adventure type shit, you once rode a train to a random ass stop and you looked at a map of the community you were in and with your eyes closed he had you pick places to go

Does that cute jar of notes thing where its like “for when you’re sad” ya know what I’m talking about?

Texts you no matter what, if he isn’t texting you back within like 10 minutes (even during a schedule) there is something wrong, you deadass got a call from the boys (more like 5 from each of their phones), you thought something bad had happened but it was really just San trying to tell you he couldn’t text you back because his phone died and he didn’t have a charger

Every morning that he wakes up to you he gets up and just slightly moves the curtains or opens the blinds to let the sun light in just a tiny tiny bit

Speaking of mornings, mornings with San are a whole ass d r e a m 

You’re most likely laying on your side or stomach and he just watches you for a bit with the sun hitting you just right, making his heart swell, and he’ll just run his fingers over some stray strands of hair

You usually don’t wake up from just that, it is normally the kisses on the forehead and nose that wake you up, and as soon as you look at him for the first time in the morning he says the same thing e v e r y time “Will you marry me?” and you reply with the same thing e v e r y time “maybe one day, ask me again later” and trust me, he will. 

Loves cooking breakfast with you, not for you which he would gladly do any day, but he prefers it with you, he’ll watch you brush you hair, hand you some shorts and then when you go to the kitchen he always has a hand gently on your waist or the small of your back and the moment one of you starts humming he pulls you to him and you lay your head on his chest or shoulder and he leans against you and you both end up swaying, he deadass almost falls asleep from how relaxed he gets 

Loves when you kiss his shoulder blades, instantly relaxes him

Loves playing with you hair and your hands

Once gave you one of ‘his’ shirts, turned out to be one of woo’s that he forgot to give back (woo let you keep it tho)

Being away from you for more than like 10 hours makes him feel so sad that the boys once took him to the doctor thinking he all of a sudden caught the flu or a cold and it turned out he was just super ‘home sick’ cause he calls you his home away from home because i mean you are

you both have a love hate relationship with tours, he is getting to do what he loves BUT he is away for so long, prob calls you every like hour and a half (or every half hour if he can) because he misses your voice

Gave you a shiber doll that has a small bow around its neck so you can tell them apart

The type to do like some old school shit like ask your parents permission before proposing ----- DEF going to get your friend’s permission tho

He can’t watch movies, TV, or videos with you around because he won’t be able to focus

You know those people with like 3000 photos in a row of like their baby or their dog? that's him but with you, bet he has like at least 100 of you in the same position sleeping with your head in his lap

Loves when you come to the studio with him though, although it does sort of stress him out, he feels like it is his time to show off but if he messes up he gets more frustrated than normal

This got wayyyyyyy longer and more out of hand than I planned and if you want more or any NSFW ones please let me know!!

[anninhiliation]

The Club

Anon: write something about sitting on Chris’ lap and riding his thighs pls 😈 i love your work!!

@just-another-cnchoe​ wanted a part 2, so I added it on to the OG! Ily queen hope you like it! 

A/N: I rewrote this a million times, and was low-key tempted to make this into a nasty week but could only think of 3 different scenarios also sorry that this is short I think my brain is still dead from last week! THIS WAS QUEUED FOR TOMORROW BUT LUCIA (@yatusabess ) PUT ME IN A MOOD AFTER THOSE VIDEOS IM TELLING YENNY

Masterlist     Requests Close Nov 10

Warnings: Thigh riding in public 

Reggaeton boomed through the speakers, draining out all the noises of the club. The lights were barely turned on, except for some moving lights making everyone in the room a moving shadow. This was Chris’s and I’s first night out in a long time since he had been away on tour until yesterday. Chris insisted that we go out for a fun night the second he got home but he looked so exhausted I convinced him to go out tonight. But in truth, I didn’t want to go out I wanted something else. My body was craving Christopher, begging for his touch, his filthy words, his orders. I did not want to say anything because I was too shy and never initiated much except for hints. The alcohol ran through my veins and it only made the pool between my thighs worse. My entrance pulsated at its own beat screaming for Christopher as we danced to the beat. My back was pressed against his chest, as I shook my ass against his crotch. My hand was wrapped around the nape of his neck and his hands held my waist. After a few songs, we decided to take a break and relax in an exclusive lounge that overlooked everyone. Only a handful of people were relaxing in the darkroom, as I took a seat on Chris’s lap. The second my bare core made contact with his leg, my juices began to slip out of me and onto his leg. I noticed his eyes flood with lust as my moisture made itself known.

“Nena” He growled in my ear “mi pierna está mojada”

My cheeks turned bright red as he discovered my little secret. 

“I need you papi” I whispered hiding my face in the crook of his neck pressing my back against him “Why don’t we go somewhere private?”

“Nena mírame” He growled

I met his gaze as he firmly held my waist adjusting me on his leg. My bare core was firmly placed on his upper thigh as he guided me to a position where my nerve endings were deliciously in his control. 

“Papi what are you doing?” I gasped

“Do you trust me nena?” Chris deviously smiled

I nodded my head as I fixated on his big brown lust-filled eyes as he began to move my hips.

“What if someone sees?” I gasped as the pleasure began to hit my nerves  

“¿Y?“ Chris smirked "¿Por qué te importa? We both know you’re not as innocent as you act.”

My nub felt every crevice of his roughed up jeans as I turned my face lustfully kissing him. The kiss muffled my moans and whimpers making Chris groan. He ended the kiss abruptly and attacked my sweet spot under my ear. 

"I wanna hear you” he mumbled against my warm skin as he bounced his leg

A whimper escaped my red lips as Chris nibbled my skin. His hand snaked up my tight dress as he squeezed my right tit. 

“Nena que rico- fuck if we weren’t in public I’d do so much more” he groaned

I moaned out as he moved his hand over to my other breast and held on. I slipped on to a cloud nine the more Chris moved my pearl against his jeans. The thought of anyone catching us, or someone sober enough to call us out or remember what I look like in my most vulnerable state slipped my mind. A knot tied in my lower stomach as the pleasure built up. 

“Chris” I whimpered “papi…I’m close”

“Dale cum all over my leg in front of all these people. Show everyone what a dirty little slut you truly are.” He growled 

Chris continued to whisper filth in my ear, as my eyes rolled back. A mixture of curses and Chris’s name fell from my lips as I hit my high. Chris moved my hips, as I fully released all over him, feeling my juices soak all over my lower lips and on his now soaked jeans. 

“Fuck nena lets get you home so I can properly take care of you.” Chris huffed

Chris lifted my hips off him and helped me stand up. He grabbed my hand as he stood up, linking my fingers between his and ushered me out of the club as quickly as possible. 

“Don’t let go of me nena” he whispered in my ear before walking out of the room, tightly squeezing my hand.

He pushed passed waves of people creating a little valley for me to squeeze through. Everything about him at that moment riled me up even more. From the tattoos poking out of his shirt, to the light layer of sweat he formed. His non-sexual dominance was something that always riled me up. It wasn’t long before we made it out of the club and sped away in his red sports car. When we made it home, Chris wasted no time in marking my neck as we made it to the bedroom. He already unzipped my little dress and pushed the straps down my shoulders. I felt the fabric slide down my body and pool around my legs. He pushed me to the bed, making me land on my back. I let out a small yelp, as he hovered his body over mine. My breathing hitched as he held onto my hips and continued to mark down my neck, to my clavicle. My back arched as my fingers intertwined with his soft hair, tugging at the strands.

"Chris" I whined as my legs wrapped around his waist pulling his hardened bulge closer to me "stop teasing" I pouted as his mouth encircled my hardened nipple

My eyes rolled back as I tugged on his hair harder. My back arched as he toyed with my other nipple, sending me to the stars. 

“Chris!” I cried out again as he switched over

I felt my clit pulsate as my lower lips drowned in my arousal. I whimpered out, desperately needing to feel more. 

“Papi please” I begged out as his warm soft lips pressed down in the valley of my breasts.

“Princesa” he murmured on my soft skin as he passed down my naval “so needy” 

He took his time reaching where I needed him the most, marking my inner thigh melting me into a whimpering whiny mess. 

“Chris dale” I bucked my hips towards his lips

He groaned out as he held onto my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh, keeping them apart as he kitten licked my juices. 

“Fuck” he growled “you’re so fucking wet”

My head rolled back and toes curled as he assaulted my swollen clit. 

“Hermosa” Chris said “you have such a messy, needy, little pussy” his tongue darted around my slit sending me on a cloud as he set up a rhythm 

His mouth knew my body and knew just how to make me scream. He tugged on my clit making my back arch as I moaned out his name. I held onto his hair as if my life depended on it. Tugging each time he sent thunderbolts throughout my body. 

“Chris- Papi! Please fuck me” I moaned as the pleasure built up in my lower abdomen. “I need your big thick cock” 

I felt Chris smirk as he tugged on my clit one last time before pulling away and throwing my leg over his shoulder. He undid his jeans enough of his pulsating cock to spring out making a new wave of arousal pool between my legs. He grabbed his base and slid his tip between my folds. I felt my walls open up, and hug around him as he slid in inch by inch until our hips were fully connected. My hands ran down his biceps and gripped the sheets as I felt ourselves be fully connected. 

“Fuck nena this pussy is so fucking tight” he groaned

He rolled his hips at a medium pace as my mouth hung open with endless moans leaving me. My hands went back up to his locks pulling him in for a lust-filled needy kiss. His tongue still tasted of my sweet juices making me moan. Chris dominated the kiss as he began to roughly slam his hips into mine. The room filled with filthy noises as skin rammed against skin, making us both moan. My knot in my lower abdomen grew tighter and tighter as he hit my g-spot every time without fail. My walls fluttered around him, pressing him tightly as I was ready to release. 

“Dale amor” Chris grunted “ruin my cock in your sweet little juices, so I can stuff you with my cum” 

My eyes rolled back as I tugged on his hair. My knot fell apart, making my thighs shake around him as I coated him in my pleasure. I felt him twitch inside me, as he rode me out before shooting his warm liquid inside me. We both panted, as he pulled out of me. Chris took off his shirt to wipe off the dripping cum before throwing it in the hamper and getting in bed. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat steady before falling asleep to him gently playing with my hair.

[silver--storms]

Portland

Okay Sammy Anon here it is, sorry it took me so long I just wasn’t happy with my original draft so I started over. I hope you like where I went with it.

Shoutout to my babe @sparrowof-thedawn​ for being my Bae-ta. ;)

Warnings: None, it’s so fluffy it’ll rot your teeth.

WC: 3.8k

It was a Saturday afternoon, you were in your apartment lounging on the couch, waiting for a new video to upload to your YouTube channel, when you receive a message on your instagram.

Hello y/n, I am writing you on behalf of Greta Van Fleet. Jake Kiszka recently listened to your debut EP, which he shared with the band, and they really liked what they heard. The band is playing a ten show run across the West Coast in a month and their opening act had to cancel. We wanted to extend the opportunity to you to join them. Please get back to us as soon as possible to make arrangements, if you are interested in accepting this invitation. Thank you.

You sat there, heart pounding out of your chest, in shock at the thought of Greta Van Fleet even knowing you existed, let alone liking your music.

Without hesitation, or even taking a moment to process what you just read, you accepted the offer. 

Grinning ear to ear, you called your mom telling her the news.

 “I’m so for you happy y/n, but are you ready for what comes with this? At most the largest crowd you’ve played for has been 200 tops.” 

You felt the air leave your body “Oh my god, you’re right. What did I just say yes to?”

You spent the next few weeks practicing five hours every day to nail down a small setlist and different elements you could incorporate into some sort of stage presence. Going as far as recording yourself for hours on end, mercilessly criticizing yourself, trying for perfection. 

You went shopping with your best friend Alix to find some outfits that were easily interchangeable to add variety to your stage clothes without having to travel with multiple bags. You picked things like a colorful sparkly blazer, some see through button up blouses and, of course, the staple ripped black skinny jean that Jake Kiszka himself would approve of. 

The day came to fly out to Portland to meet the band before your first show the next day. You were relieved when you found out you had a day before jumping right into the shows to be able to get to know them. 

When you arrived at Portland International Airport everything was going to plan, you even made it there a few minutes early. However things took a turn when you arrived at the baggage claim to find out the airline had lost your luggage. You were mortified, as this only left you with your guitar and carry on bag containing just the essentials. 

Panicked and filled with anxiety,  you left your contact information with the airline in case your bags turned up in the next day or so that you’d be in the area. But you knew it was unlikely they’d find the luggage in time for your first show tomorrow night. 

You exited the airport and searched for the description the band’s management gave you of your driver and the license plate number. There was no driver fitting the description, no one holding a sign and no matching plate. 

You tried to calm yourself down “Maybe he is running late, I am a couple minutes early, wait it out.” 

You waited for another thirty minutes before you broke down and called the manager, with no success. You spiraled into full blown panic as you hailed a cab and gave them the address of the hotel you and the band were staying at. 

When you arrived at the hotel you were over an hour late. Heart racing, you hustled into the lobby heading for the front desk. 

As you checked in with the clerk, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror off to the side of the desk. You looked rough, hair disheveled and makeup smeared from tears of frustration you had tried to suppress in the back of the cab on the way here. 

All checked in you grabbed the key to your room and stepped over to the mirror to quickly try to freshen up your appearance. Fussing with your hair and reapplying some lipstick in an attempt to salvage any chance of a good first impression. 

“This is as good as it’s going to get” you mutter to yourself. 

Just then you heard familiar voices as you glanced over your shoulder. You saw the twins, Josh and Jake sitting at the hotel bar laughing about something between themselves. 

Your hands began to shake as you grabbed your guitar and carry on, quickly walking towards the bar, when you collided with a boy. 

You watched as your guitar slid out of your hands, flying into the air, when the boy lurched forward, almost diving, to catch the guitar inches from the ground. 

“Holy shit!” you let out a sigh of relief as you practically snatched your guitar back, holding it close to your chest. 

You looked up at the boy “Thank yo-” you stopped mid-sentence when you realized who he was, Sam Kiszka, the youngest of the band. 

You were starstruck and at a loss of words. You never really gave Sam much thought. But being inches from him, you finally took him in. 

You found yourself in a daze, staring into his bedroom eyes. You were completely mesmerized.

 You felt your face growing warm and palms become sweaty “Oh my god, hi, I’m so sorry I ran into you like that, I really need to pay more attenti-” 

Sam interrupted you “It’s okay, no worries.” he laughed. “I’m Sam, I’m assuming you’re y/n?” 

You smiled at the fact he knew your name “Yes, it’s nice to meet you. I was just heading over to introduce myself to your brothers at the bar.” 

Sam waved his arm motioning towards the bar “After you”.

Sam introduced you to his brothers, Jake and Josh, who were everything you thought they’d be. Jake, who was more timid, but very sweet. Where Josh was very vocal and had this passion behind each word. The four of you made polite small talk, Jake complimenting your EP and you expressing how excited you were to be here. 

“Wait, where are the rest of your bags?” said Josh. 

You let out a defeated sigh “Well you see…” you explained the trials and tribulations of the baggage claim disaster and the no-show driver to which the boys all apologized for the mix up with the transportation. “Yeah it just sucks because I’m not sure what I’m going to wear now for tomorrow’s show.” 

Jake said he’d talk to management and see if there was anything they could do for you. 

Josh stood up from the bar “Well let’s go up to the rooms, we have to wake up Danny anyways, he’s only been napping for over two hours.” He rolled his eyes.

As you entered the elevator, Sam offered to take your carry on, swinging it over his shoulder “You know, we have a couple interviews lined up for this afternoon, but after that I think we’re free?” 

You looked at Sam with a confused expression. 

“Portland has some of the best thrift shops, we could always hit a couple to find you some new stage clothes.”

You noticed Josh crossed his arms and exchanged looks with Jake smiling at each other. Before you dissect what they were thinking the elevator arrived at your floor, turning your attention back to Sam “Yeah, that sounds great!” Sam smiled at you as the elevator came to a stop. 

 As soon as the door opened Josh bolted and ran down the hall to their room to bust through the door, screaming at Danny to wake up. 

Within seconds Josh retreated back into the hall, with his arms up in defense as Danny appeared running at him into the hallway with a pillow raised in his hand, screaming  “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”

Before Danny could land his blow to Josh’s head, Sam loudly cleared his throat, “Guys!” in a strained deep tone.

Danny turned to look behind him and laughed, dropping the pillow, walking over to introduce himself to you “Sorry, sometimes I just want to kill him. Trust me at the end of this tour, you will too.”

You laughed looking at Josh rolling his eyes behind Danny’s back. 

The band had to get ready for their interviews and said their goodbyes. You entered your room, surprised by how big it was, but mostly taken aback by the view of the city. Stepping onto the balcony you breathed in deep, feeling like you should pinch yourself that this is actually happening. 

Later that evening you were drying your hair after taking a quick shower when you heard a knock on your door. Peering out the peephole it was Sam, you felt your stomach flutter, opening the door slowly. 

“Hey” Sam said smiling at you.

“Oh, hey, come in” giving him a half smile as you felt a little self conscious being makeup free with damp messy hair.

Sam stepped into the room “Are you ready to go?” 

You looked down at yourself in your sweats, “Uhh…” 

Sam chuckled “Need a few minutes?” 

You felt your face get hot again “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t expect you guys to get back so quickly. Meet you downstairs in ten minutes?”

Stepping off of the elevator you spotted Sam sitting in a chair across the lobby, he waved at you, which made your heart skip. 

“Hey, sorry, hopefully I didn’t take too long.” 

He smiled, “You’re fine. Ready?”

 You nodded but suddenly noticed he was alone  “Wait, where’s everyone else?” 

Sam started walking towards the door casually said “Oh, Josh and Jake already had plans to check out a local brewery and Danny’s girlfriend flew in a couple hours ago.” 

Suddenly you felt very nervous, not in a bad way, just having the whole band with you was far less intimidating than just you and Sam alone together exploring different shops across the city. Nethertheless you felt an unfamiliar excitement grow within you. 

Sam said he was taking you to downtown Portland to a couple of his favorite shops.

“You’re bound to find something that will work for tomorrow and we can figure out the rest later.” he said, but you were too lost to really pay attention to what he was saying. 

You tried to play it cool, not wanting him to notice you studying him in the taxi. The way he held himself, the way his skin seemed to glow, his high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows. 

You always thought you were more into Jake, considering your mutual love for guitar, but there was something about Sam that lingered in your mind. Maybe it was how calm and collected he seemed, but not in a cold or intimidating way. He was warm and welcoming, like you’d have known each other for years versus the couple hours you’d spent together looking through racks of clothes. 

“Ohh, this is it y/n!” Sam yelled across the store as he held up a bright purple polka dot fur vest with tassels hanging off the sides “This will really make a statement” he said sarcastically 

“Oh yeah, that will definitely make a lasting impression, a real show stopper” you quipped back at him. You both laughed and smiled at each other. 

You were starting to get frustrated not being able to find anything when Sam walked over to you holding a deep maroon dress. 

“How about this” he held it up in front of you. 

The dress had a subtle sparkle to it with bell sleeves and lace on top, something straight out of Stevie Nicks wardrobe. 

Your face lit up “Oh Sam, it’s perfect. I love it!” 

Sam smiled brightly “Why don’t you try it on, make sure it works”  

 You headed to the dressing room and slipped the dress on, it fit perfectly, like a glove. You admired your cleavage and the way it hugged your hips just right. Your worries about losing your luggage started to fade away, but you weren’t sure if it’s because Sam had found you the perfect dress or if this meant you got to have these little thrift store adventures with Sam throughout the tour. 

As you were lost in thought Sam tapped on the door “Did it work?” 

“Yes, it’s absolutely perfect”, you laughed in reply. 

There was a moment of silence “Well…can I see?” 

You felt your face get flushed as you slowly opened the door. Sam was standing directly outside, his eyes got wide and his mouth slightly dropped open as he stuttered.

 “uh…Wow, yeah it looks great. I think it’s a keeper.” 

You smiled coyly “Thanks, I’ll get changed and we can head out.” 

Sam and you couldn’t stop talking the entire way back to the hotel. Everything from food, to different countries he’s visited, his favorite bands and of course you had to ask about the no shoe policy.

 As you pull up to the hotel Sam quickly got out of the cab and ran over to your side opening your door for you. 

You laughed loudly at him “Oh, Samuel, you’re such a gentleman. Thank you.”

He beamed at you, looking rather pleased with himself “So I’ve been told.”

As you were walking together to your room things suddenly shifted, an unspoken tension between the two of you, you started to feel nervous. The conversation between the two of you sort of died out and were mostly quiet the whole way up until you got in front of your rooms 

“So this is it, I’ll see you bright and early?” 

You nodded “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to not let the nerves get me and actually get some rest.” 

Sam chuckled “You’ll be okay, promise” as he started to walk away you lightly grabbed his arm 

“Thank you, by the way, you really didn’t have to do that tonight.”

Sam’s face scrunched up with confusion “Do what?” 

Your hand remained on his arm “Helping me find new stage clothes, I really appreciate you taking the time out.” 

Sam smirked and took a step towards you, your heart feeling like it was about to explode inside of your chest. Sam started to say something when Jake opened the door of the boys room and peaked out at the two of you standing inches from each other.  

“I thought I heard voices.” You smiled at Jake and back up at Sam as he started to back up and walk towards Jake.

“Sweet dreams” he said joining Jake in their room. 

You entered your room and collapsed on your bed replaying the night in your head trying to dissect every moment. You sighed as you rationalized that Sam was probably just being nice and you were getting ahead of yourself. You decided to head to bed to be well rested for the long day ahead of your tomorrow. 

The next morning you all headed to the venue and started to run through your sets. Soundcheck went well and you were feeling okay about the show, however when it was an hour before you took the stage your nerves really started to get the best of you. 

The band was finishing up with a pre-show meet and greet with some fans who had VIP passes so they weren’t available to talk you down. You felt hot and like you might vomit as the time inched closer. 

With only twenty minutes left, you decided to peak out at the crowd from the side of the stage, instantly you knew that was a terrible idea. Looking out you couldn’t tell where the crowd started and came to an end. 

Feeling like you might pass out, hot and sweaty, you needed to do something to cool yourself down. You headed to the refreshment table and grabbed some ice, dabbing it over your face and chest. The whole while taking deep breaths to center yourself.

 After a few minutes, you felt yourself starting to calm down when you heard footsteps behind you.

“You okay?” turning around it was Sam with a warm smile, embarrassed you chucked the ice in the garbage next to you.

“Yeah, I guess” you said sheepishly “I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed, how do you do this every night?”  

Sam laughed “Well, to be fair it’s not every night, but it does get easier” 

You smirked “I hope so.”

Sam motioned for you to follow him over to a set of chairs “Look, I used to feel the same way when we first started doing live shows. Honestly, sometimes I’d get sick right before going on stage.”

You were shocked he admitted that “Wow, really?” 

Sam nodded looking a little embarrassed “Yeah, really, it was awful.” Sam moved his knees in closer to you, lightly brushing them agaisnt yours “The thing you have to remember is that if you fuck up, the crowd will have no idea, only you will. You choose how you react to it, so just play it off. That’s one of the best things about being an up and coming artist, they have no idea what to expect from you more than you from them, so use it.” 

You instantly felt the tension release from your body but before you could respond to his sweet words the stage manager yelled your name and waved you over, you got up.

Sam followed you to the side of the stage, handed you your guitar and said “Good luck and try to have fun.” as he gave you a light shove onto the stage. 

You walked out on stage stopping halfway to turn back and smile at him as he gave you a thumbs up. You laughed at him mouthing the words “Thank you” and he nodded.

 You strummed the first few notes of your opening song and after that it was all a blur. You felt electrified to play in front of that many people and you lost yourself in the energy of the night. 

Catching glances here and there from Sam, who watched from the sidelines your whole set. You knew this tour was going to be the best few weeks of your life, especially with someone like Sam cheering you on.

[strawberrycarnivals]

Hi there! Can we get a yandere Dabi kidnapping the reader but then yandere Shigaraki ends up falling for the reader too?

Oh, anon😭😭 I had so much fun with this one. Thank you for the request💖😈

Cw: cursing, kidnapping, noncon, yandere, sexual at times, murder lmao let me know if I need to add anything else

Kidnap Your Own Girl

Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

The League gathered in the living room of their new headquarters- a large penthouse suite located in the one hotel Shigaraki didn't destroy in Deika City. "What's going on?" They grumbled at Shigaraki.

"Hey. Everyone shut it. We have something important to decide on." Everyone shifted uncomfortably. They were exhausted and not quite ready to do another mission yet. "We need to decide on what we're eating tonight." The room let out a sigh.

"Why's everything a god damn ordeal with you, man?" Dabi flopped himself on the couch and turned on the tv. Channel number 58 specifically. He needed to see something. Your sweet voice filled the air.

"Hey!! As your leader I'm demanding you listen to me and put in a suggestion!!" Tomura huffed and stomped his foot, tantrum beginning. "Quiet down, crackhead. I'm trying to watch something." He turned up the volume. You twirled your hips on television and Dabi smiled.

"Y/N? You're watching a pop star right now when more pressing matters are on the table?!" Shigaraki seethed and Toga sat next to Dabi on the couch. "Oooo! She's beautiful!"

"I know. That's why I'm going to make her mine." Tomura exploded into laughter.

"'Make her yours'??? Have you lost your mind? You look like a ballsack. Also isn't y/n from *****?"

"Yeah. She is. But she's touring soon in Osaka. And I'll be ready. Plus she's not going to be able to resist me." He smirked. Toga gushed. "Oh my gosh! A kidnapping!! That sounds so romantic," She sighed. "Bingo." Dabi snapped. "Wanna help?" Toga jumped for joy. "Is that even a question? Obviously!"

"Whatever, you freaks. I'm ordering chinese take out.. Twice. Order chinese take out. I'll be in my room." Shigaraki was gone instantly. Twice nervously panicked. "Wait!!! Do you want chow mein or fried rice?? Orange chicken or teriyaki???! AHHH!! COME BACK!!"

Tomura punched the wall of his room in anger, thumb out. He already knew y/n would be in town soon. This weekend actually. He had your tour schedule all the way down to the songs you would sing on stage. How dare Dabi try to steal what was his? He needed a new plan. He opened his closet and made his way to a shrine of your posters and merch.

He reached out touched your photographed face. You were an angel. "Looks like there's a new gameplan. See you soon, princess."

~

It was the day of your concert and you were beyond excited to be in Japan. You decided to get some shopping done at a nearby mall before the show that night with your best friend and couple of body guards. Everything was going great. Until you went into the dressing room with your "bestie."

"How do I look in this, b/f/n-chan?"

B/f/n stared at you and smiled unnaturally.. and her face melted off, a thick gray slime hitting the ground. "What the f-" a naked girl with space buns covered your mouth and held a knife to your throat. You froze. "Dabi," she whispered. "I got her." A tall man with what looked like rotting flesh stitched to his face entered your dressing room and the blonde girl stifled your scream. Where were your guards?? Where was b/f/n??

"Why so upset to see me, y/n? I'm hurt." The man cooed. "Listen, sweetheart. You're coming with us... well me more specifically." You attempted another blood curdling scream, felt a pinch in your neck, and then everything went dark.

You woke up in a luxurious bedroom, dazed. It was still bright outside. Where were you? Your cell phone was gone. You tried the door. Locked. You tried the window. Locked. It looked like you were on the top floor of a hotel.. surrounded by a collapsed civilization. Your body shook violently, realization setting in. Those two kidnapped you. You heard the news playing in what you assumed to be the living room outside your room. You pressed an ear to the wall and gasped.

"The hottest new pop star of our generation- y/n- has now been missing for 2 days. Her best friend b/f/n was found in an alleyway with no memory of what happened and her security guards were found burnt to a crisp outside of a mall store's dressing room. If you have any information about y/n's whereabouts please call our hotli-" the door opened and a lanky man with baby blue hair appeared and quickly locked it behind him. You saw his sunken-in eyes and dry, torn looking lips and backed into the furthest wall, shrinking into yourself. "Please stay back." You squeaked. He dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Shhh, shh. It's okay, princess! I'm here to save you." He held out his hand, thumb curled in. "My name is Tomura. I'll get you out of here." He smiled wickedly.

You gasped and nodded your head, grabbing his four fingers. He was going to save you! You shouldn't be so quick to judge appearance, you thought. Relief and hope washed over you. "These two.. these two villains kidnapped me! One was a stitched up man and the other one looked like a schoolgirl! I think I.. I think I missed my concert. And my bodyguards are dead." You sobbed into his shirt.

"Oh no, princess! It's okay now. Because I am here." He smilled mockingly and pulled you into a hands-out hug, smelling your hair. You smelled like cake. Fuck. He broke apart from you and turned toward the door, discreetly tucking his raging boner into his waistband. "Okay now let's get you out of here. I think the villains are gone." Of course the idiots were gone. He was the one who sent them out in the first place. He hid a huge grin, trying not to seem too suspicious and opened the door. "This way."

He lead you through the suite's living room, into a kitchen, around a dining room, and down a hall. He opened a door. It was a filthy master-sized bedroom covered in junk food wrappers and video games. It was dark but you could make out about 6 different gaming stations and 3 desktop computers. He shoved you inside and locked the door behind him. "What's going on?? I thought you were saving me, Tomura??" Your eyes watered, fear eating at you once again.

"I am, Player 2! I'm saving you from boredom. Dabi's room is a drag. You'll have much more fun in here with me!" Your eyeballs turned solid white. He tricked you. You knew he was a villain from the start and you allowed his comforting lies to warp your mind into trusting him immediately. You crumpled to to the floor.

~

Dabi snuck away from the group and returned home to the hotel. He didn't have time for Shigaraki's bullshit grocery requests. He needed to see his darling. Wanted to touch you. You were so cuddly when you were unconscious. You even made cute little moans that instantly gave him a hard on. He actually had taken it upon himself to rub one out into your mouth last night. You swallowed his emission with a smile on your face. The drugs in the syringe Giran sold him really knocked you out, but he knew you were probably a needy slut while conscious as well. He had to find out.

He excitedly opened the door to his room and.... you were gone. His face fell. Did his angel escape? No.. that couldn't be it. The lock could only be opened with a specific hotel card. And the famous y/n was known for not having a quirk. A lightbulb went off in his head and exploded. That dirty fucking bastard! He marched to Shigaraki's room and threw open the door. You trembled. What did they want from you?? Money????

"You're a fucking prick, man. Go kidnap your own girl. This one's taken." He pointed at you. Taken?? Your mouth hung open in disbelief.

"I believe I am your leader and YOU WILL RESPECT ME, you fucking deep fried giraffe. If I claim something, it's mine. And I'm claiming her. She's my Player 2." Princess? Player 2??? Your brain was short circuiting in it's skull. Were these villains fighting for your love?

[queensdivas]

Rainbow Road

“26 and 72 of the prompts with Joe?” Requested by Anon!

Alright so my dumbass got things confused because work came out of nowhere and school came out of nowhere. So I told the anon that it was about to get posted and turns out I did the Brian one first by accident cause I’m a dumbass.

Next time I won’t be so damn stupid and get my ducks in a row. If you would like to request something go for it because they’re opened. Also if you would like to be tagged in everything or specific things. Let me know! 

Hope you enjoy!

masterlist

You’d finally had a day off from teaching at NYU so you decided to have an easy day at the flame. Joe would be coming home to see you lying on the couch in his Winnie the Pooh onesie and playing Super Mario Odyssey. Yes..you maybe a grown ass adult, but has that ever stopped you. 

For the record. This was your Winnie the Pooh onesie in the beginning of your relationship, but eventually he took it because you “accidentally bought it to big.” And after he took it with him on the Bohrap Movie Tour. You were livid and flew yourself to retrieve the onesie, and to see him of course. You love Joe..till he takes your onesie. 

“Jump over the goddamn thing!” You screamed as Joe walked into the apartment and stopping behind the couch. 

“Mushroom coming into the right.” He climbed over the top of the couch then sitting down next to you. Bouncing on top of the mushroom then continuing down the street towards a building. 

“How was work?” Asking Joe as he took off his sweatshirt as you were aggressively began tapping the jump button. 

“Great. Finally got that screenplay finished and now I’m beginning to think up the cast for it now!” Pausing the game as you turned to him and pecked his lips. 

“Fantastic baby! Look at you go baby!” Smiling as you kissed him again then got off the couch to go get some food. You couldn’t decide if you wanted delivery for tonight or wanted to make something easy. You were about to ask Joe but he already took control of the WII U and began setting up Mario Kart. 

“Hey (y/n). We’ve been busy for the past couple of weeks with work and you’re on autumn break. Why don’t we order some Tai’s tonight, play a little Mario kart, and do what we do best.”

“Sleep?” 

“Yes. Wait no. But yes..after the Mario kart and after the hot sex.” Cheeky devil! Grabbing the menu from the fridge as you walked over to the couch where you began reading over the menu. 

“Which sounds better. Honey chicken or spicy steak?” He thought for a moment then looked over at the menu. 

“Spicy steak definitely and make it brown rice. OH! And make sure that we get extra spring rolls.” You dialed the phone number as he began picking his characters for Mario kart. Once the food was ordered, you grabbed the controller to select your character. 

An hour passed as you two already finished the first Dolphin Shoals track for when the Chinese delivery man pressed the com button. Grabbing your phone from the table then a wad of cash. 

“Don’t you dare play without me! We’re neck and neck!” You yelled at him as you jumped over the couch then towards the door. Joe being the sneaky devil he is would play without me so he could win!

Coming back into the apartment as he grabbed a few wine coolers from the fridge. Pulling out the food from the plastic bag so you two could chow down and enjoy each other’s time together. 

But...things didn’t go exactly how you two thought it would. When you two finished your food..you both became competent, very quickly and dangerously competent. Ya both became cocky at this point. 

In between the racing map changes you two would down your food, take a drink of the wine cooler, and even the quickest bathroom break in the world. You two were trying to see how many you could win, and obviously it was neck and neck. 

Turning the wii controller slightly because you were in the habit of actually starring when it comes to video game driving. Your kart hit one of the boxes as the banana peel was selected. Realizing that Joe was coming up from last place, you released the banana when he was about to pass you. 

“FUCK!”

“HA! NICE TRY!” Crossing the finish line as you began doing a little dance in front of Joe since now you were tied. Even though you’ve ran out of maps for this Mario kart game. Being the cheeky devil Joe has always been, especially with you. He decided to pull out the wii and play the ultimate map. Rainbow road..

“You’re really going to pull out the wii? Do we even still have the wii?” Asking him as he grabbed a piece of his steak then walking over to the tiny storage closest you guys shared. 

“Yes we still do because playing wii Mario kart is still so much fun. Or are you scared pussy?” Raising his eyebrows as your lips curled then putting your hands on your hips. 

“The only pussy in this room is the one grabbing the wii out of the closet because you can’t handle that your girl is better at Mario Kart than you.” YOu were joking obviously..but ya know. When you get two cocky people in the same room and both of you hate losing 

“Game on bitch!” He began plugging in the wii as you cleared the table from dinner and grabbing more alcohol from the fridge. If you were going to win, you were going to celebrate. If you were going to lose, Joe is sleeping on the couch.. seems fair right?

You and Joe played rainbow road at a party where you guys actually first met and both of you tied. (You actually crossed first by a literal second but Joe wasn’t having it so he called it a tie.) But now every time you two need to settle a debate, he grabs the wii and you guys play rainbow road..yes you’re with a grown man slash child. 

He handed you the wii remote as you sat down on the couch, picked your character and car quickly. It was taking a little longer to load because the wii is old and you were both just so damn impatient. 

“I want you to know babe...that whatever happens. I still love you...but if you win I’m going to punch a hole in the wall.” 

“Okay Kyle.” Chuckling as the track appeared before us. Getting into sitting position then taking a quick drink of your wine cooler. 

Pressing the accelerator lightly till the light turned green and you were off. Damn it car didn’t stall you thought as you began driving faster down the first hill as he managed to zoom past you. Lifting your wii controller on the jump to get that extra speed caused you to catch back up to him. 

So many sharp turns holy shit! Hitting your first box to see that it was a red shell and Joe was getting a little ahead of you. Moving your car directly behind him then launching your shell at him. 

“GOTCHA HOE!” Laughing as he got frustrated quickly. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He whispered as you were bouncing on top of the wiggle track till fucking baby peach knocked you over the edge. 

“NO! SHIT SHIT!” Screaming as Joe clapped his hands and was already way pass you. Stuck in dead last place and dodging all the bananas that were left on the road. Some reason your wrist were doing one thing and your kart was doing something completely different.

Your kart smashed through the box and the rocket appeared before you. Looking over at Joe as he looked onto my screen and his eyes widened in absolute fear. 

“Comin’ for you bitch!” Slamming the button as you turned into a rocket and began plowing your way through the track! Catching up to Joe then turning back into a kart. Neck and neck again as you rounded the corner and began accelerating, making it slightly into first. 

“Face it babe! You’re not as good as SHIT!” You screamed as a blue shell smashed into you and caused you to fly off the road. Joe passed the finish line and screamed, smashing the controller into the couch and practically dancing. Looking at the time and realizing you could go to bed and be perfectly fine. 

Getting up from the couch to grab your wine cooler and leaving the room to the bedroom. Slamming the door behind you then locking it. Joe snapped back from his win to then approached the bedroom door. 

“Babe..don’t be a party pooper because you lost. Just let me in babe.” He was giggling at you. If he could burst into laughter he would because he’s such a butt hole. You grabbed one of his pillows and a very thin blanket to then open the door and tossing it at him. 

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?” Groaning as you locked the door. 

“Yes. Fuck you.” You began getting undressed for bed as you heard him shifting in front of the bedroom door. Is he going to sleep in front of the doorway? The little butt hole is going to sleep in front of the door...that’s a major fire hazard. But that’s what he gets for winning. Sometimes winning isn’t always as glorious as it should be. 

Climbing into bed and turning off the light. You had to get up a little early because there’s a conference in Connecticut that you forgot to mention to Joe..since you forgot about it till now. TO then climb out of bed to open the door to him laying down in front of the door. 

“Joe..fire hazard.” He looked up to then put the blanket over his head. 

“You kicked me out of the bedroom. Fuck you.” Doing a Jim Halpert camera look then squatting down to him. 

“I also forgot to mention that I have a conference in Connecticut tomorrow and was hoping you would join me.” He stayed silent and you just gave up, walking back into the bedroom but not locking the door. 

The alarm began going off that morning for you to wake up and see that the bed was empty. Oh for fuck sake you thought to yourself as you threw off the comforter to then open the door. Marching out but tripping over him because you weren’t expecting him to still be in front of the doorway. 

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” His eyes opened with a smile on his face. You stayed on the floor with your feet on his side because it’s seven in the morning and Joe is causing a fire hazard in your apartment. He’s trying to make you feel bad for condoning him to couch which turned into the front of the door. 

“Ughh fine. I’m sorry Joe I banished you to the couch because you beat me in Mario kart. You are the supreme ruler of all Mario Kart..all hail Joe Mazzello the third..the ruler of Mario Kart.” He got up to crawl on top of you as you skinned over with a pouty face. 

“Love you babe.” He kissed your nose then pecked your lips. 

“Love you too..butt hole.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around him to pull him down into a kiss. 

Yes..you two love each other because you both are absolutely crazy...so it works nicely!

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[born-to-lose]

the most wonderful time of the year

Pairing: Roger Taylor x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: You watch Queen filming music videos and Roger has got a surprise for you.

Tags: fluff

Words: 609 (really short, I know. Sorry)

A/N: Hiii! So this is my first Queen/BoRhap fic and I hope you guys like it. It’s based off of a prompt from a list (“pulling you in for a kiss with a scarf”). Pls tell me if you like it xx

Tip me if you want!

You’re standing in Roger’s backyard, watching the boys film some music videos. Though you are wearing warm clothes, it’s still very cold and you’re desperately waiting for them to finish because you don’t want to stand in the snow any longer. But you enjoy their performance. You are practically the first to see the video. Right now they are doing Spread Your Wings, the last song for today. Of course, they’re all doing great, but you can’t take your eyes off of Roger. He just looks so adorable, purely focusing on his drums. Every now and then he looks into the camera and smiles at you. At one point during the song, he randomly stares at you, not leaving your gaze for ten seconds. You bite your lip, holding back your laughter. God, you love him so much.

After they finish the song, you start clapping and Freddie bows unreasonably. “You were great,” you call.

Just then, Roger walks over to you and immediately puts an arm around your waist. “And how was I?” he asks quietly, smiling.

“Alright,” you reply teasingly.

The blonde raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate. “Just kidding, you were amazing - as always.”

He tightens his grip, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t I get a reward for playing drums in the snow?”

You think for a moment and shake your head, grinning. As you turn to go inside, your boyfriend grabs your scarf and pulls you in for a kiss. His hands wander up to your face, cupping your cheeks. This time the kiss isn’t fierce and passionate, but more sweet and gentle. As you pull away, your faces only a few inches apart, you whisper, “Let’s go inside. I’m cold.”

“I can make you hot, baby.” Roger smirked.

“Not while the boys are there,” you say quietly.

“You know, this wouldn’t be the first time…”

You blush and smack his arm. Hell, that was so embarrassing… Last time you did that you were drunk as fuck and in a hotel while Queen was on tour. The next morning when you were having breakfast, John randomly said, “Next time you have sex in a hotel, for God’s sake, please be quiet! Some guests want to sleep at night.” And since then you always make sure there’s nobody around when you do the do.

“Let’s have a snowball fight!” Freddie suggests, sounding like a little kid. Before even waiting for a response, he leans down to form a snowball.

It hits Roger right on the arm. “Hey, what the fuck?”

You giggle and he turns to you, throwing a snowball at you. In return, you throw a bigger one back at him. He dramatically falls into the snow, holding his stomach. “(Y/n), I can’t believe you just killed your fiancé!”

You climb on top of him and stop laughing for a moment. “Fiancé?”

Roger smiles. “Marry me?”

Tears start to form in your eyes as you whisper, “A-are you… serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”

Jesus Christ… You nod hastily, not being able to find the right words. He looks at you, waiting for the “yes”.

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You reach down to kiss him. The others cheer for you and you can hear Brian saying, “You guys are so adorable, it’s almost disgusting.”

After what feels like an eternity, Roger pulls away and babbles, “I know this seems rushed, but we’ve been together for three years and I can’t live without you. And I forgot about the engagement ring, but-”

You give him a peck on the lips. “You talk too much. It’s perfect. I love you, Rog!”

[noodles-send-n00ds]

jealous - preference

warning: some cussing. jonah’s is pretTY long

requested by anon:  MORE PREFERENCES PLEASE A JEALOUSY ONE

a/n: hi guys

not my gif

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d a n i e l:

-would be insecure

-distant

-would be very quiet

-but would open up about his feelings later

“oh my god jonah,” you tried to catch your breath from laughing so hard at his joke. he was pretty funny.

you were hanging out with daniel today but all the guys wanted you to hang out with them all together. you couldn’t say no to all of them so you and daniel decided to move your plans to some other time. but mainly you and jonah hung out the entire time. zach and jack were playing some video game, corbyn was skyping christina (which you interrupted earlier to say hi), and daniel disappeared somewhere. 

you felt bad that it was mainly you and jonah but no else seemed to mind so you carried on laughing your ass off at his jokes and funny stories. 

when the day concluded, you and daniel parted ways with the boys and drove to the apartment you two shared. he was being awfully quiet so you decided to spark conversation.

“what’d you do today? you were out somewhere most of the day,” you asked, wondering about your boyfriend’s whereabouts.

he just shrugged which made you concerned. daniel wasn’t one for silent treatment, he liked talking things out with you so this was odd. 

“daniel, what’s wrong?” you asked him.

“nothing,” he huffed.

“something’s wrong,” you told him.

“why do you love me?” he asked you, abruptly.

“what do you mean? you know i love everything about you.”

“do you not like hanging out with me?”

“where is all this coming from? is this because all the boys hung out with us today?” you tried to understand what he was trying to say.

“jonah was all over you today and i-i don’t know how to feel,” daniel gripped the steering wheel tighter.

you laughed out loud, even though it might’ve been wrong timing.

“oh, daniel. i only have eyes for you, my love,” you reached over and intertwined your fingers with the hand that wasn’t holding the wheel.

“i feel like such an idiot,” he confessed.

“don’t be. it’s okay to feel jealous. i love you so much, remember that.”

“i love you too,” he smiled at you.

z a c h:

-gets angry quickly

-possessive

-literally ready to rip that guys head off

-you end having to calm him down

-he’s super hot when he’s angry

aw, parties. you actually didn’t mind them. you liked to remind yourself that you were still a teenager and not dating someone incredibly famous. you and zach both felt normal at parties.

although, somehow your boyfriend slipped away from you. so you took it upon yourself to mingle with people, make potential friends. there was this one guy that kept looking your way. he stood in a corner, drinking, only god knows what, out of a red solo cup.

he looked sweet and lonely so you made your way over to him and gave him a big smile which he returned. you two hit it off, talking about the stupidest things that had no revelation. his name was mitch and he had asked for your number which you decided to give to him. he was super nice and you needed some friends in la since you just moved.

but zach caught you guys at the wrong time. you were typing your number in his phone when zach walked up.

“what are you doing?” zach asked, angrily.

“hey, zach. mitch, this is m-”

“i’m her boyfriend,” zach snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“yes. zach this is mitch and he-” you tried to finish but zach cut you off again.

“yeah, don’t care. bye, mike,” zach pulled you away from him and you turned around to give mitch an apologetic look.

“zach, what the hell was that? i was making friends!” you told him, frustrated.

“not with that guy. he looked creepy.” you looked at him with an “are you serious?” look.

“are you jealous?” you asked, smirking.

“no-”

“you are,” you cut him off. you sat next to him on the couch. “i think you look hot when you’re angry.”

you kissed his cheek but he turned his head so you kissed his lips.

“i’m a jerk,” he told you after he pulled away.

“yeah, you are,” you brought his head back in to continue kissing.

j o n a h:

-super confident

-clingy

-a little mad but wouldn’t show it

-would try to show he’s better

-which would result in a fight between you two later

“jonah! i’m going to hang out with the jack’s! (jack and jack! hell yeah!)(sorry guys i had to) need anything?” you called out to him. he was upstairs, trying to brainstorm ideas for new songs.

“wait! i’ll come with!” he yelled down to you. you heard rustling like he was trying to get himself ready for the outing.

you didn’t mind that he was coming with you but you had a feeling that this wouldn’t turn out too well. you love jonah but jack and jack are a whole new crowd for him. the three haven’t met before but you spoke fondly of jonah to them and vice versa.

jonah rushed down the stairs in a completely new outfit.

“are those new jeans? and shoes?” you asked, confused as to why he wouldn’t just wear the basketball shorts and tennis shoes he was earlier.

“yeah. um, just felt like wearing them you know?” he told you and pecked your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you to the car.

you hopped in the driver’s seat and adjusted everything. you looked out of the corner of your eye to see jonah nervously bouncing his knee up and down.

“are you nervous?” you laughed, slightly. “you’re not meeting my parents, babe.”

“well, you’ve known these guys for so long and so-i,” he tried to form a sentence.

“they’ll like you, jonah. trust me,” you reassured him. you grabbed his hand with the one that wasn’t holding the steering wheel and made your way to the boys’ house.

the ride didn’t take very long, just jonah being a little nervous. you saw the two boys playing football, shirtless, in the front yard. you made your way over to them and they immediately greeted the two of you.

“y/n/n! what’s up, mamacita?” johnson called out to you before giving you a bear hug.

“still looking fly as fuck. i see how it is,” gilinsky laughed and so did you before giving you a hug as well.

“you must be jonah. the one that tied our babygirl down,” said g. he went to bro-hug him and johnson went over to do the same.

“guilty as charged,” jonah said, tensing up.

the boys talked for a bit before johnson came up to you and picked you up. you giggled and yelled at him to put you down. jonah walked over after he put you down and snaked his arms around your waist, giving you a big kiss on the lips.

“you still in a band?” johnson asked jonah as you all moved into the house to go sit on the couch.

“yeah, just sold out our tour. going worldwide too,” he told him, clearly feeling himself.

“cool, cool. how long are you going to be touring for?” johnson questioned.

“a couple months. i’ll be missing y/n/n though,” jonah looked at you and kissed your cheek, pulling you into his side.

“how’s your music going?” jonah asked, coming off as more of an offensive sorta thing.  johnson and g laughed a little.

“jonah!” you slapped his chest, lightly. “that was rude.”

“what? just asking,” he shrugged.

“oh my god,” you got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. you sat next to johnson after that.

“i didn’t know you drank,” jonah looked shocked. he thought you were some innocent girl who hadn’t ever broken the law and only did the purest of things. 

that’s when you knew you shouldn’t have agreed to let him come. this was the crowd for him to hang out around.

you just shrugged your shoulders and continued to drink. jonah was pissing you off and you needed to relax. johnson and g kept making small talk but it was awkward and the heaviness in the room was too much to bear.

“you know, i think we’re just going to leave. i’ll call you guys later,” you told the jack’s and walked out of the house. jonah trailed behind you.

you both got in the car and you drove home quickly. the entire car ride was silent and all you wanted to do was scream and yell at jonah but you didn’t.

once you both were inside the house, you stormed up the room you two shared. jonah, again, followed you.

“do those guys always pressure you to do stuff? do you smoke too? why do you hang out with bad influences?” jonah was practically interrogating you. you went to the bathroom and removed your earrings.

“’those guys’ happen to be my best friends, jonah. no, i don’t smoke and it’s my choice to drink. they are not bad influences and you don’t have the right to be so rude to them! i can’t believe you! stop being so jealous all the goddamn time!” you yelled at him. you pushed past him to go to the closet and put something comfier on. 

“i just- i just fucking love you! and i can’t stand seeing you do things that could hurt you! i can’t stand when you’re with other guys! i can’t stand when you’re not with me! i love you so much and i can’t help it,” he softened his words at the end of his “speech.” 

neither of you ever said “i love you” so when you heard him speak those three words that have so much meaning, you instantly felt bad for yelling at him.

“i fucking love you too,” you told him.

you two spent all night in each other’s arms.

j a c k:

-is mad but won’t show it

-overly nice

-fake ass hoe

-you two would end up laughing about it later

“what can i get you guys?” the waiter asked you and jack. you two decided to have a date night before he had to tour. 

you responded with your choice of meal and looked at the guy. he winked and smiled at you. jack noticed but decided to ignore it.

“i’ll have that right out. you’ll be my top priority,” he looked at you when he said that. you cringed internally.

jack was mad but didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant. he just continued on as if it never even happened. 

you and jack got into really deep life topics and you kept seeing the waiter walk near your table and glance at you. you could tell jack noticed and was fuming on the inside. you were proud of him for not showing it.

the food eventually came and the waiter came along with it, “here i have the best dish on the menu for the beautiful lady and the other dish for you.” he set down jack’s plate rudely.

“wow, this looks fantastic-” jack started and looked at the guy’s nametag. “-david. you have great serving skills also. have you considered working somewhere, you know, high-end?”

you almost burst out laughing. why was jack being nice to this guy?

the waiter laughed, awkwardly, before leaving to go serve someone else.

you picked up the conversation from where it left off. jack looked really focused on you and only you which was really nice. but soon the moment had to be cut off by the stupid waiter.

“was your meal alright, love?” david asked you. you were about to tell him off and say some not-so-nice things but jack cut you off.

“oh my god! it was the best thing i’ve ever eaten. can you tell the chef that this was amazing?” jack gave him a big smile, clearly fake.

dinner went by fast and soon the waiter was ready to collect your bill. he walked over and picked up the check holder.jack stopped him from leaving though.

“oh, as a thank you for your amazing service. i wanted to give you a personal tip,” jack handed him a $50 dollar bill.

“jack! are you kidding me?” you looked at him with wide eyes.

“babe, he was amazing,” he shoved the money into his pocket and stood up to leave.

when you got home, you burst out laughing and so did jack. you could barely make it up the stairs.

“$50? really? you’re insane,” you could barely finish what you were saying due to the laughter.

“i should’ve given him 100, right?” he said, sarcastically, and made his way over to you. he gave you a passionate kiss.

c o r b y n:

-would just laugh at the other dude

-he’s yours and he knows it

-not much to say here

“oooo, looking like a s(h)nack, lil ma!” a random dude cat called across the street.

corbyn died laughing. he gave you a kiss and you guys continued on with your day. that was it.

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[lankydoodlelukey]

i hate you

pairing: luke/reader (Y/N) rating: PG-13, some swearing 
requested: yes by anon 
word count: idfk 
summary: Luke somehow convinces (Y/N) to go to Universal Halloween Horror Nights, despite her protests of not wanting to go.

Since I started dating Luke, it became a running joke between the band to film themselves scaring me any chance they got. There was even a thread on the main 5sos twitter account of just videos of the boys scaring me. I absolutely hated it. It was worse during the Halloween season. I dreaded Halloween. It was probably my least favorite holiday out of all the holidays that exist. I just didn’t like the spookiness or the creepy paranormal shit and dumb stupid scary movies. But what I hated most about Halloween was the constant paranoia I got that someone was going to scare me.

I just didn’t like being spooked. I tend to have a very hyperactive imagination, so the paranoia gets to me. Every little noise I hear in the middle of the night or when I’m alone at home, I freak out. I imagine it’s some ghost or paranormal thing out to get me. I tried to avoid situations like these as much as possible.

So when Luke brought up the idea of us going to Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights this year, I simply laughed in his face.

“Hah, that’s a good joke, Luke. Real good.” I said, not even bothering to look up at him. I was sat on the couch in our shared apartment in LA watching reruns of Parks and Rec when Luke walked into the kitchen behind me and suggested the idea. I heard him shuffling around the kitchen before he made his way to the couch to sit next to me. He plopped on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“Babe, I’ve been so many times before and it’s so much fun. Why won’t you at least go once with me this year?” He asked, turning his face towards mine. He flashed his cool blue eyes at me and started pouting. I rolled my eyes and paused Leslie Knope mid-sentence. I turned towards him, done joking about this idea.

“Luke,” I sighed. “You know how much I hate getting scared and how much I hate Halloween. Why do you think I get super drunk on that night every year?”

Luke smiled and set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of us. He turned back towards me and pulled me close to him. I leaned on his chest and snuggled into him, despite how annoyed I was with him pestering me about going to HHN.

“Then let’s get you drunk! Every time we go out on Halloween, you’re always less scared of the people in costumes when you’re drunk!” He said. I pulled myself away from him and sat up, giving him a questioning look.

“Love, look. The boys will be there and we’ll all protect you from the monsters and bad guys. You can invite all your friends, we can get drunk and we can go in as a giant group. It’ll be so much fun. I promise! Babe, pleeeeeeease,” he said. At this point, Luke was basically on his knees begging for me to come. I knew in that moment, I couldn’t say no to him. Plus, he had a point. When I was drunk, my inhibitions were lowered and I wasn’t so freaked out about the people in masks and costumes. I slowly nodded, hoping I wouldn’t regret this decision.

Two Weeks Later

I immediately regretted my decision. We were waiting in line to get through the gates and I was already shitting myself. I wasn’t drunk enough for this. Over the crowds of people, I could see so many of the cast members all dressed up and ready to scare me. There were already people screaming. We inched closer to the gates and at that point, I knew it was over for me.

I clutched Luke’s hand as he we got our tickets scanned. The guy gave me a sympathetic smile as if he knew I needed the luck to survive. I smiled nervously as Luke and the boys started jumping up and down in excitement next to me. We were finally past the gates and the main street of the park was on full display. There were so many people, but I could now clearly see the cast members running around with different, very realistic props and chainsaws, ready to scare their next victim. I immediately dropped Luke’s hand. I read somewhere that couples usually get targeted the most, so I took a few steps away from Luke and tried to make myself look brave. Luke gave me a weird look, but he went with it.

Our group slowly made our way towards the upper lot to go on the studio tours. The entire main street was covered in fog. I couldn’t help but find myself gravitating back to Luke’s hand. He took hold of my hand and gave me a smile.

“Hey, you doin’ ok?” He asked, giving my hand a small squeeze. I nervously laughed and gave his hand as squeeze back as I nodded. I leaned over to whisper, “I do need some more alcohol though…”

Luke laughed. “Okay, let’s go find a stand and get you a beer,” he said. I was about to smile and thank him, when a clown jumped in front of me. I screamed so loud, the clown and everyone around me stopped for a second. The clown stared at me as he tilted his head and creepily laughed. He slowly started inching his face towards mine and I tried to push Luke to get us to move around the clown, but Luke resisted.

“If you start running away, he will run after you,” was all Luke said. I could hear in his voice that he was trying not to laugh and that made me angry. I let go of his hand as I looked back at the clown. I glared at him.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” I said, my voice slightly shaking. The clown just laughed and walked away. I stood there for a moment, both proud of myself for standing up to the clown, but still shaken up about the encounter. I really wasn’t drunk enough for this. I turned around to find Luke, but he was nowhere to be found. In fact, the rest of the group we came with was nowhere in sight. The fog was getting so thick, I could barely make out the people in front of me.

I started to panic, my heart rising in my chest. I turned in quick circles. Another monster came up to me and I screamed and whimpered away, forcing myself not to run. I started slowly walking backwards, trying to get away from a zombie coming towards me when I bumped into someone behind me. I screamed again as I whirled around to find Luke laughing.

I pushed him, tears springing in my eyes. “I HATE you, Luke! I fucking hate you!” I yelled, the tears streaming down my face. “Why the hell would you do that to me? I was so scared…” At that point, I really was crying and Luke rushed to me and scooped me into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms protectively around me and was tried to calm me down.

“Shhh. Shhh. Babe, oh my god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you! I was just walking a few feet behind you to spook you, but you started panicking and I lost you in the fog.  I’m so sorry.” 

We found a table to sit on for a few minutes so I could recollect myself. I wanted to go home, but I didn’t want to ruin Luke’s and the rest of the groups night. Michael came up to be with a tall can of my favorite beer and smiled. He pulled another one from behind his back and I grinned. 

Michael sat on the other side of me and handed me one of the tall cans. He nudged me, “Sorry about Luke being a dick to you like that. But here’s some beer.” I took it and gave him a small smile. 

“Thanks, Mikey,” I said, as I put the can to my lips. But Michael stopped me. “If you’re gonna stay and do this, you’re chugging half of this beer with me, (Y/N).” I looked at him, my eyes growing wide. Any other time I would’ve said no, but this situation called for it. 

“You’re on, Clifford,” I said as I stood up and started chugging the cold beer. “Wait, I wasn’t ready yet! Not fair!” Michael said as he tried to catch up. I drank what felt like half the can and sighed. The alcohol was definitely hitting me now. I burped and got a high five from Michael. I instantly felt better. 

Luke came to stand next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’m guessing you’re okay and don’t hate me anymore?” he said with a hopeful smile. I leaned away and glared at him. 

“Oh no, I still hate you, Luke. But you’re lucky I love you and Michael saved me with this beer.”

Luke gave me an awkward smile. “I’ll make it up to you?” 

I nudged him, “You fucking better make it up to me!” I said as I pulled away from him and started walking away with Michael. 

{r.h.}

[cheollies]

Expectant Father!Seokmin

requested by: anon who wanted a piece on how Seokmin would be if his s/o was pregnant

you and Seokmin never really had the ‘talk’ about kids

sure it came up once or twice but it never really got to the point where there was a full decision of whether or not if you two wanted kids

you two had been married for approximately a year and half

and you can’t say that you don’t want kids, you absolutely adore them (when they’re not crying their heads off)

and watching Seokmin with kids, you can only conclude that it seems like he’s fond of them too

but you’re stumped, because it was not thirty minutes ago that you went into the doctor’s office complaining of nausea and some discomfort, and when asked if you had your period recently, you only laughed since your cycles can be spontaneous

‘well have you tried taking a pregnancy test’  

you laughed once more because there was no way you could be pregnant, right?

‘Congratulations, you’re pregnant’

‘Wow’ that’s all you could say in response to the shock, you feigned happiness and was sent out the door to tell your husband of the grand news

it didn’t help that Seokmin was currently halfway across the world touring with his bandmates so you either had to break the news over phone or wait for his arrival

but it also didn’t help that he had just left a week earlier so the wait would be a month or two unless of course he gets called to perform more

so you decided to tell him on the phone, specifically video call

when you called him early in the morning (but evening for him) he was in the shower and you were greeted with the Soonyoung’s face who apparently got bunked to share a room with Seokmin

‘i need to talk to Seokmin alone so can you leave the room when he gets on’

‘why, are you pregnant.’ in Soonyoung’s head, that was a joke, he wanted to be funny and break the ice but when you got really silent ‘YOU’RE PREGNANT! OH MY GOD! CONGRATULATIONS! WHEN DID IT HAPPEN’

‘Shut up!’

Soonyoung got really excited and even started telling you a few tips he had learned from his own wife, and when you told him to shut up once more, that didn’t stop him from calling his own wife to tell of the good news

‘i swear to god Soonyoung you better get Seokmin out of the shower before I rip your head off’

‘Mood swings can be part of the pregnancy process’

‘I’m really going to kill you when you get back’

and finally your one true savior exited the bathroom with joy on his face

‘why did you want to talk to me alone. Did you miss me that much!’ he was poking fun at not seeing you for a week

‘Actually, there’s some news. I’m----’ you didn’t know how he’d react, ‘I missed you a lot’

well you couldn’t tell him, you felt it was more face to face news

so you waited two months, two months of phone calls and video calls and mood swings

and it didn’t help that you had to keep Soonyoung quiet about the whole thing, but it was nice of his wife to help you through the first two months of pregnancy

you two traveled together to pick up your dear husbands and when you laid eyes on the face you missed so much, when you were pulled into the most softest hug you’ve had in a long time, it spilled from your lips

‘I’m two months pregnant’

‘What? Are you serious? Right now?’ there was a sparkle in his eyes, his mouth had fallen open after he had screamed the words in an airport, ‘you’re not lying to me right!’

‘I’m not lying’

‘I’m gonna be a dad. I’M GONNA BE A DAD’

you expected him to hug you, to celebrate, but it wasn’t the case when he ran to his groupmates shouting the news and celebrating with the boys as if they were the ones carrying the child

one thing that maybe, kind of irked you about the whole pregnancy process, was all of his questions

‘when are you due’

‘what should we name the baby’

‘seokmin junior?’

‘what if it’s a girl. No a boy?’

‘is it too early to decorate the baby room’

‘maybe we should move to a bigger place’

‘should we buy a bunch of pregnancy books. OH how about those birthing classes’

‘do you think the baby can hear my voice’

‘Seokmin, honey, let’s just go to sleep now’

He knows everything when it comes to your cravings and things you have an aversion to. When you go out to eat with the guys, he practically sends a list to the groupchat of the things you can’t eat

you and seokmin decided together to not know the baby’s gender, instead, you two let Jeonghan know because he really really really wanted to do one of those gender reveal parties

so Jeonghan planned one of those things where you have to cut a slice of cake out and the inside with be the color blue for boy or pink for girl

and it didn’t really go as planned as because some of the little children were playing around and knocked the cake off the table

while parents were scolding their children, you and Seokmin couldn’t contain the joy of knowing you were going to have a boy

and he always always makes you a priority, he doesn’t really care if he gets in trouble with management because currently, you’re his number one concern.

you can tell he’s anxious about the baby coming, because the closer to the due date, the more you see him awake in the middle of the night

you were two weeks away from your due date when you found him sitting in the baby room, in the dark, at midnight

‘hey. what are you doing in here?’

‘I just, there’s going to be a baby. Our baby. Can you believe that. There’s still so much to do, like all of those gifts, we need to open them and put them away. I still need to set up a few of the furniture. And look, the crib isn’t even aligned right.’

you laugh when you hold him still, ‘hey. Calm down, you’re doing great. We can do all of this later, the baby’s not coming out yet.’

Seokmin takes a few breaths and smiles, ‘you’re right.’

‘and you’re going to make a really great father.’

you were officially one week late from your expected due date and it was ticking you off, you became more impatient, tired, and just really really wanted the baby out

currently visiting Seokmin at the practice room, you were unexpectedly hit with an amount of pain in the stomach, you were breathing heavily and everyone stopped practice to make sure you were alright

‘it’s contractions!’ calls out practically all the boys who have kids

yes, you were going into labor and Seokmin was rushing to get you to the hostpial

he’s in a shock though so a lot of the guys have to hit him and tell him to straighten up cause you’re in labor and about to have his baby

everything is so fast paced, all you could comprehend was that Seokmin was with you and nothing else mattered

‘okay we’re almost there’ Seokmin is saying in your ear and you’re all sweaty and trying to push out the child

‘YOU SAID WE WERE ALMOST THERE FIVE MINUTES AGO!’

Seokmin is a little terrified, he’s never really seen you in a state of rage before so seeing you now, he’s a little taken aback ‘we’ll we’re almost there now’

‘I SWEAR TO GOD SEOKMIN IF HE DOESN’T COME OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU’

‘We’re almost there, just a few more pushes’

‘GOD WE ARE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN’

And after five minutes of you almost tearing Seokmin apart, he hears the cry, the little child’s cry come out of its little mouth

‘oh my god’ you say out of breath

Seokmin kisses the top of your head, his hand still connected with yours and he can’t help but smile and laugh against your ear, ‘you did it. we have a baby.’

[artificialqueens]

Home for the Holidays (Katlaska) - matryoshka

A/N: Hey, it’s me. Here is the Katlaska Christmas fic requested by an anon. I apologize in advance if this was not what you’d expected, I honestly didn’t know what to expect when I started writing it, but here it is! A fluffy cozy cute Katlaska for Christmas.

“Home for the holidays” - Perry Commo

“Do you have any plans for Christmas?”

“Uhh,”

“Good. We need you to be free until the 28th. You’ve just been booked for a new gig in Glasgow then Brisbane. Now, rest. I’ll see you.”

“Right. Good work, and uh thank you, as always.” Brian said as farewell to his manager on the phone. Shit. Brian was never one to complain, he appreciates his fame, he’d call it fame, his job, the attention, the fans, doing shows; he’s very hardworking and he loves getting booked, he knows his worth and who doesn’t love to get paid, of course. He considers himself to be very blessed, maybe even more blessed or fortunate compared to others in the industry, but he knows he’s done his part. As a drag queen, getting booked, having shows regularly, despite the toxic schedules, is how you’d know you’re doing drag, right. But shit.

So, he won’t be at home this Christmas, he thinks as he pockets his phone. But instead of thinking of looks and songs to lipsync and dance crazy to, he thinks of a whiny adult bambi. Justin told him he would be staying in the city for the holidays, as what he had always done to make sure that he could celebrate it with Brian. Justin had adjusted his schedule, and so did he, so that they could be together, as always since they had started this holiday tradition. The same tradition that brought them together.

He continued to walk the empty streets back to his hotel room. He just came back from the nearest 7/11 after buying some Marlboro lights, as that was the only available ones. It was already 4 in the morning and not many people were up, so it was a peaceful walk, but his head was buzzing. He wanted to light a stick, but his hands were freezing, so he opted to do it in his hotel balcony, while phoning his boyfriend. Yes, his boyfriend for years now. At first, he was reluctant to use that term, but now the term still makes him giddy.

He passes by a local bakeshop, probably opened early, the owner was already placing freshly baked loaves into basket containers, and the smell of bread and hot chocolate, the warmth, the decorations, and the soft Christmas carols hits close to home.

A breeze blows and it chills Brian, so he starts walking again, speeds up his pace a little, fuck, it was cold, and fuck, he misses Justin. Brian decides he could no longer wait anymore, so he takes his phone, opens whatsapp, and clicks on the topmost contact.

He picks up at the second ring, “hey, what’s up?” Brian could hear the mirth in his voice, and his heart sinks as fast as it had skipped. He recalls Justin not talking to him for a week because… now that he thinks of it, it was so petty and small that he doesn’t even remember. It probably has something to do about Brian’s milk cartons or something even more stupid. This might be a problem.

“Hi.” Brian greets, and Justin waits for an answer to his earlier question, but Brian had stopped speaking. How would Brian say it. This would be the first time that they would be spending Christmas apart since they’ve been together. It shouldn’t be that hard, now, should it? But why can’t he start.

“Seriously, what’s up? You miss me?” Justin chuckles, “Yeah, I miss you! SO BAD. So so bad.”

“Aww, I know, babe, but don’t worry we’ll be seeing each other soon, and we’ll make sure to catch up during the holidays, okay?” The younger queen tries to reassure Brian, but he thinks except it’s not, and this was his chance to say it. “Ju-“

“Oh by the way, since you already called, I’m currently Christmas shopping. Sorry, a sale happened nearby, and I got excited, I couldn’t wait for you. So do you want alternating colors of Christmas lights or should I get just the plain white ones so that we’ll have more creative freedom? I’m thinking, you know, maybe our niece and nephews would love them,” Justin excitedly cut Brian off, and this is becoming more difficult for him. He sighs.

“Bri?”

“Baby, actually, I won’t be coming home until the 28th … or maybe even later, I don’t know. Fully booked mama,” Brian just says it, “I’m sorry.” Brian finishes with a hesitant tone, and now he waits for Justin to throw a fit, try and make plans, compromises, cry maybe, end the call, curse him, but so far he’s only gotten a pregnant pause, and the pause is stretching out in a length that he doesn’t like.

“Justin?” It was now his turn to get worried, and stop on his tracks.

“Oh, aww, honey, don’t worry. I’m glad you’re being booked. I guess it can’t be helped.” Brian did not expect that at all from Justin. He tries to listen to his voice to check if there were any hidden remorse in it, but he found none. He believes he can trust himself at reading his boyfriend after all these years. And somehow, the thought of Justin not being so devastated bothered Brian, but he sets that aside, glad that they won’t be fighting during an extra special holiday.

“You’re not mad?”

He hears Justin sigh, “Babe, don’t worry about that. I’m not mad.  I’ll still see you during the holidays.”

“I mean, of course, I’ll video call you right after my gig. I’ll see you.” Brian immediately answers, eager to assure his boyfriend, then he sighs, “Ugh, this sucks. I’m really sorry, Justin. You’ve already went on leave and you’ve already prepared, and I–”

“Brian, baby, I know, but it’s okay. I’m okay, honest. We’re female icon legend superstars after all.” Brian laughs at that, and he eases up, and continues walking. “I’m getting the plain white lights, okay?”

“Sure. I miss you. I love you.”

“I miss you too, love.” He could hear the softness in his voice, and he swears, he misses him with every inch of his aching decaying body. “Now, go work your ass off, earn that cash money for our family, our cactus is dying” Justin said in his usual dramatic tone, and Brian was about to laugh, but it was cut off by a coughing fit due to the cold air.

“Are you alright?” Justin asks, “I’m…” how come you’re not mad, do you not miss me, are you tired of me, are you in company of someone el– SHUT THE FUCK UP BRENDA!!

“I’m alright, just the cold air hitting my lungs in surprise, smoker problems,” Brian just replies that instead. He breathes in slowly, trying to calm down. He realized that he was actually the one who was upset. Upset that Justin is not as upset as he thought he would be. Being insecure wouldn’t help him now, he knows that. But Brenda is such a bitch. He should just be glad that he has such an understanding lover, yes, and he would remain Brian’s lover. He shouldn’t be too worried.

“Aw, we’ve talked about this. Don’t tell me you’re wearing just two layers of clothing again,”

“This is why we can’t have children, can’t even take care of myself.”

“You’re basically taking care of a brat though.” Justin chuckles, then clears his throat, and the next thing Brian hears made his throat a little bit drier, if that was even possible. “Hello, daddy.” Justin then laughs, breaking character, and shortly Brian joins him and was able to laugh successfully this time, and he finds that this warms him up. Either the laughing or just talking to him, in general. He decides it’s the second, he can be a romantic too if he wants, fuck it.

He hurries because he realized he is, indeed, only wearing two layers of clothing. A shirt and a cotton jacket, and they’re not doing much keeping him warm, and stirring his thoughts away from the warmth of Justin’s body that he misses so much, and will be missing for quite some time too.

Then he feels a soft warm fabric being wrapped around him, Brian stops walking as he is suddenly reminded of the cold. “Merry Christmas.” He hears the drawl, and he doesn’t have to look back to see who it was, instead he looks at his clock. 12:19 am of 12/25. Christmas.

“Oh, Justin. Merry Christmas. Thanks, uh” He turns around and halting the gangly man’s movements by holding his wrist, looking Justin in the eyes as if saying, ‘you sure.’

“You can have it. I already have this fabulous faux furrrrr, and no I’m not letting you have this.” Justin drawls as he pulls away from the older queen’s cold grip to continue wrapping the scarf on his neck.  Brian was surprised to see the taller queen because before he hurriedly left the club they just performed in, Justin was dancing with someone. But he was even more surprised of the scarf being forced on him, he was thankful though. This is actually their first time touring together, and he was sure that the successful drag alumni can’t even pronounce his complete drag name, but Justin taps his cheek, cutting off his thoughts, and he has to hold both of Justin’s hands at that, surprised at their coldness.

“Your hands are cold!!”

“So are yours.” Brian lets go of them at that, and proceeds to apologize, “Sorry.” Justin just chuckles, surprised at the sudden contact, but welcomes it. In fact, he kinds of misses it despite the coldness. Maybe the holiday season is getting to him, and making him lonely. There wasn’t much of a difference between the cold air hitting his bare hands from Brian’s hands at the moment. Brian started walking, so Justin did too. He wasn’t sure where the blonde was off to, but he decides he would stick around until he tells him not to.

“Why did you suddenly leave?” Justin asks, genuinely curious, pocketing his hands to make sure it doesn’t reach for something unnecessary. He thought that the energetic queen would be the type to stick around until a party ends, and is actually the life of the party, but then he saw him walking away hurriedly and too early.

“I don’t feel like being around too many drunk people this Christmas, I guess, I don’t know. I just think it would be exhausting. How about you?”

“Well, I thought you might need—want some company. Don’t worry, I’m sober right now.” Brian eyes how Justin walks. Sober enough, he decides, plus he wasn’t one to reject company, especially Justin’s.

“Amazing. You were able to dance like that with someone, completely sober. I knew you were that kind of girl.”

“Shut up, I am not taking that judgment from a girl like you.” Brian cackles, and the loudness of his laugh, makes him realize just how alone they are.

“What time is it, anyway?” Brian suddenly asks, wondering where he should actually go to.

“12:42”

“That’s early!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. You were the one who left the club so early, and it seems like you actually have no destination in mind.” Justin noticed it when Brian just decides to keep walking straight ahead, and they have even passed their tour bus.

“You’re making it sound like I dragged you out here? Choices, mama.”

“Aren’t you grateful for my kindness? No one deserves to spend Christmas alone.” The softness in Justin’s voice when he said that, melts something in Brian’s heart. “I mean, like, I don’t believe in Jesus, but I love Christmas, it’s supposed to be special, especially for dying grandfathers like you.” It was almost a moment, but Justin just had to add that. Brian slapped him in his arm, deservingly so.

“And what, you thought you could leech something off of this grandpa, you, brat?” Brian can’t help but tease back.

“Ooh, I just might be able to.” Without a warning, Justin grabs Brian’s wrist and pulls him, trying to run towards somewhere. Justin has long, bony, fingers, and they wrap Brian’s wrist gently and comfortably. He can feel his pulse, and the contact actually warms his skin. However, soon the unwelcomed cold air finally finds their way into Brian’s lungs, and he has to cough. This makes Justin halt, “We’re here.” He says, trying to sound his proudest despite being out of breath too.

Brian looks up, and he is confused as fuck. “You pulled me, running, to fucking Target?!” He exclaims, “shit, I thought we were missing some sort of nice scenery or a legend myth,”

“Shut up, this will be worth it. Plus, I never took you as someone who would want to star on a cheesy, young adult, novel.” Justin laughs, but halts immediately, still out of breath. “Do you have some cash with you?”

“I got my wallet, but please tell me, we won’t be wasting tonight’s tip money.”

“Don’t worry. Now, let’s go, and have fun, grandpa.” Justin takes out a pair of sunglasses and wears them, fixes Brian’s scarf up to his mouth, and links their arms together.

“Okay, I got the resources, I already look the part, and we seem to be starting already, what exactly are we doing, Miss Thunderfuck?” Brian is still confused as ever, and he is becoming impatient, although a little bit excited.

“Christmas Sale! We’re going Christmas shopping, and we will decorate our bunk, or if you feel generous, the whole tour bus.” The younger man explains, it doesn’t really makes sense to Brian, but he guess he can spoil Justin for a bit. The gangly man, probably caught that he was unconvinced so he proceeds.

“We’ll be staying for that bunk for at least two more weeks, I’m tired of it being decorated with like panty hose and like sad drag stuff, I mean.”

“Alright, but we don’t even share a bunk.”

“Okay, well, we’re bunking now. I’m offi-see-ally taking Ginger Minj’s spot at that bottom bunk, and as your bestfriend.” Justin smiles at him, and the smile reminded him of a young happy boy, and he couldn’t really argue with him, so he just let Justin drag him through the aisles of Target, and while he was at it, he decided to get crazy and give him a swell time too. Justin was really trying, and Brian appreciates it. If they got crazy looks from the scarce customers, they just went even more crazier and wilder.

They left target, stupidly happy, laughing like drunks, carrying five plastic bags in total. The items getting tackier and tackier in each plastic bag. Brian was glad they didn’t use up all his money though; Justin wasn’t known as Alaska, the trash into treasure queen for nothing, and Brian thinks, Katya is, well, known as the trash queen, and that’s alright. They were able to find balance, and that’s what’s important.

They walk towards their tour bus, Brian’s excitement just grows every step that they take, and he feels like an excited child, and right now, he feels Christmas.

“You know, our family’s really fucked up, and we’re broke, but I actually love Christmas, not because of the gifts, mainly from target, and the either borrowed or cheap class A suit and ties and sweaters, I mean, of course that’s like a huge part of it, but you know, like the main thought of it. Like even though, we aren’t the most stable family, both financially and emotionally, we always make ways to find a reason to make Christmas, you know less shitty, maybe even happy. God, I miss them.” Brian doesn’t know what to reply to that, Justin just opened up to him, out of the blue. Fuck, and when he needed it the most, he is, for once, out of words to say. They both felt the silence has stretched out enough to call the situation awkward. “Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to just pour all that onto you.” Justin breaks the ice by apologizing.

“No, um, sorry, don’t be, I’m sorry. I just—I don’t really know what to say. I guess, it’s nice that you have those memories and that you, you know, treasure them and the people, and I mean, growing up Catholic, we were taught that, that’s actually the spirit of Christmas, well, next to baby Hesus being born broke, not even at a hospital, but in a probably very dirty and bacteria infested manger, but whatever, one of God’s miracle, I guess.” Shit. Brian just babbled. Justin looks at him incredulously, and Brian tenses, suddenly worried that he might have said something wrong, until Justin breaks into laughter, and the shorter one felt like he broke out of a tight grip and was finally able to breathe again.

“Fuck, Brian. You really are something else.” Justin says bumping their shoulders together in the process, and they continued walking. This was probably one of the greatest gifts he had received in Christmas, a friendship with his most respected favorite drag artist.

The friendship then turned into constant companionship, then a necessity, and then yearning, and now they’re four years in, almost to their fifth year. Brian doesn’t want to make it a competition, but he’s almost Justin’s longest relationship in just a few weeks, even longer than the sensational timeless queen of Halloween. He sighs into his bed, he misses him. He does, and that’s how he knows he can confidently trust their relationship. He tries to engrave that in his head. He’s been tied to Justin, and right now even as he feels sexual frustration build inside him, he doesn’t reach for random trades nor hookers. He hasn’t done that for four years. Then, he remembers how they fell into bed the first time. It was stupid and very childish, he would be embarrassed if he weren’t thankful for it. Justin was just too cute.

“Okay, ready Phiphi. Say merry Christmas,” Katya says to the screen, greeting her fans with Phiphi very close behind her, she was basically clinging to her. “Merry Christmas!” Phiphi obeyed, smiling a genuine smile to the screen, then to Katya. They were facing each other now, faces very close to each other, Katya can smell a bit of alcohol in the smaller queen’s breath, like they were that close to each other. Katya looks Phiphi in the eye, and then it was settled. Why not go for it, holiday cheer! It was just a small chaste kiss, no harm to both of them. Katya ended the video, and really there was nothing in that kiss. She was kinda glad that it was over quick because even though she loves kissing, it’s not enough to make her fancy the taste of alcohol.

It was all just for fun and a friendly harmless kiss, they both knew that, except Alaska didn’t, and Katya didn’t really see her with Detox and Manila, holding out a cheap-looking rushed impromptu dangling mistletoe, watching them by the side.

“Aww, Lasky, come on. For sure, it was just a friendly kiss. Jaremi has a boyfriend, and—“

“I know,” Alaska says, pouting as she cuts off Manila, but she still can’t push down the nasty jealousy that had appeared in her stomach, in the form of butterflies.

“Do you still want to give it a go?” Detox asks her, holding her shoulder and dangling their impromptu mistletoe on her other hand. Alaska had planned this, a perfect night, a perfect set of events, starting with this cheesy kiss underneath the mistletoe. But what if she’s been reading the signs wrong.

This was her problem, always falling easy to the ones who would allow her to cling onto them. Now, she just feels stupid. Katya and her have been spending lots of time together. It shows by how their great chemistry is even greater on stage. Katya even volunteered to room with her at the hotel they’re currently staying at. They also went ahead and decorated the room, they made hot chocolate, and Justin can’t help but stare in awe at the amount of sugar and cream Brian has put on his cup. The sugar high that came as a consequence of his drink led them to Brian keeping him up discussing Lana del Rey, bananas, the Vatican, yoga, and then a fashion showdown on holiday music, which for some reason led to a tickle war, initiated by none other than Brian. Soon enough, they found themselves in Justin’s bed, both of them beat, finally! Brian had thanked him and excused himself to go and transfer to his bed, but when Justin pulled at his shirt and asked him to stay, he did. They woke up, the same way they slept, snuggling. Had Justin read the whole thing wrong? Would Katya have done all those for anyone, with anyone? Was he not special? He thinks maybe that the reason why Katya is so loved is because she has the ability to give off that feeling to anyone. How generous, and Alaska doesn’t love generous people, she’s always too selfish for them, but here we are.

“Hey, Lasky? Katya’s coming over here,” Detox snaps her from her thoughts of the devil arriving herself.

“Nevermind.” She says seconds before Katya arrives with them.

“Oh, look! A mistletoe.” And Katya might really want Alaska dead right there and then because as soon as she spots the mistletoe hanging, she grabbed and pecked Manila in the lips, like what she did with Phiphi.

“Merry Christmas, Nilly Manilly!”

“Oh, how enthusiastic. Merry Christmas too, Katya,” Manila just laughs awkwardly, glancing at Alaska. Alaska was able to keep her cool, she won’t crack now, that would be stupid.

“Next is, ooh, Toxy! Come here!” Detox tries to resist for a bit, but Katya was not only flexible, she was pretty strong too. One character that Alaska had admired and liked way too much, but right now’s a different context. Alaska didn’t want to look anymore, but she finds that she can’t help but look anyway. Luckily, as if right on cue, Sam, the birthday boy appeared.

“Guys, I just came here to tell you that we got cake.” Alaska saw Katya and Detox pull away from each other, Detox immediately wiping Katya’s red lipstick off of her neon orange colored lips. Katya has apparently been too excited and more intense on that last kiss. Alaska doesn’t want to lose, so she thought she’d have her fun too.

“Oh, hey Sam. It’s your birthday, and I haven’t really gotten you a gift,” Alaska tries to hush her voice to a sultry tone as she grabs Sam near her. “Oh, look, a mistletoe.” She pulls Sam closer, and slowly kissed him, the kiss was sensual and slow. Alaska was sure to give Katya a show of what an actual holiday kiss looked like, and make her jealous, if that’s possible. It felt ages when they finally broke apart, and she slowly opened her eyes, looking up at Sam, through hooded eyes, but she wasn’t that interested at his reaction. She’s confident enough in her kissing skills to know Sam’s mind was blown.  She looked at her friends, and was satisfied. Katya had a look of shock and a bit of disappointment, that was enough. Two can play this game.

“Happy Birthday, now let’s go get cake.” She says, switching into a very bright smile, tapping Sam’s cheek, to pull him out of his daze.

“Oh, um. Thank you, Lasky. Uh, yeah, guys, cake.” Sam laughs nervously, clearly flustered, and Alaska was proud.

“But what about my kiss, Lask?” Katya pouted at her while whining behind her.

“I think you’ve had enough charity for the year, whore.” Alaska teases, as she proceeds, linking her arms with Sam who was closely beside her.

Katya just missed her chance. She planned to finally confess and let Alaska know all of her feelings for the queen through this one holiday kiss, but then Alaska was kissing someone else, and seemed pissed and distant to her the rest of the night. Katya tried to make a move, but every attempt, Alaska had shut down mercilessly. It also seemed that Alaska was now magically enthralled by Sam, and the pair have been exchanging looks all night, and Katya hated it. She hates it even more that she can’t stop watching Alaska that’s why she catches them.

“Come on, tell me, what did I do?” Katya says once they’re both inside their festive hotel room, credits to the two of them. They both seemed out of place in their very cheerful room. How come their atmosphere suddenly felt sour, it’s like just yesterday they were decorating this place together, having lots of fun.

“Nothing. You did nothing, Kat.”

“Well, then why are you being the cold hearted snake?”

“Augh, then why were you being a horny teenager? Staying in character much?”

Then, that’s when it hits Katya, they were both in a sour mood because of the same reason. Usually people would call her oblivious and loud, but she actually pays attention, especially to the things that matters. And this? this matters. A whole lot.

“Are you…jealous, Lasky?”

“Lolz.” Alaska just stares at her, removing her wig, and turning her back on Katya to face the bed.

“You are!” Katya says as she jumps into the bed Alaska was facing, amused, to get her attention. The taller queen just glares down at her.

“Please, I wasn’t the one sending death glares at Sam the whole night. In fact, I’ve been sending loving adorning looks at—”

“So you were watching me?” Katya says, shifting her position, to lean closer to Alaska.

“Ugh, shut up.” Alaska grabs a pillow and smashes it directly into Katya’s face, but that doesn’t stop the latter one from grabbing her waist and pulling her into the bed, tickling her.

Katya has done this with Alaska before, she knows the spots which makes Alaska cry because of too much laughing. She always loved how red the 49th state gets, all pleas for her to stop disregarded because Alaska looks so happy, and Katya knows this helps her relax. But this time, with Katya on top of Alaska, giving her no escape and continuing to tickle her, instead of crying while laughing, Alaska sounds like she’s hurt and crying, and Katya stops because she feels like a jerk.

“Lask,” Katya says when Alaska doesn’t say anything even after she’s stopped. The lanky queen is full on sobbing now.

“I’m sorry, this is stupid.” Alaska says finally while trying her hardest to hide her face despite her very exposed position to the queen on top of her.

“It’s not stupid, what happened?” Katya is really concerned, she tries to wipe the tears escaping Alaska’s hands and falling into her ears.

“Ugh my terrible make up is ruined,” Alaska tries for a laugh. It didn’t work. The joke just went over Katya’s head, which was too filled with concern now. Katya tries to tear Alaska’s hands away, but she was too stubborn. Thank god Katya is strong.

“Sorry, can’t risk you escaping to stand up to get wipes. You look good. Now, tell me,” Katya says after she’s wiped Alaska off of Justin’s face. Justin looks red, yes, but it wasn’t the red that Katya likes, but still it made a pretty picture, which she really shouldn’t be thinking right now.

“Do you really have to be on top of me to do this?”

“Yes. See, I come from the house where if confrontations are not physically uncomfortable, aside from being emotionally and mentally uncomfortable, you’re not doing it right.” Katya smirks, and the smirk that Justin used to love very much is making his heart ache now.

“See, this is my problem.” Justin stares at Katya, looking to find any sign that she’s figured it out, but she found no sign of that. Justin sighs.

“We act like this, and it has me confused.” Justin pauses and looks at Katya, seeing that she’s finally grasping where he’s going, Justin continues, “And then tonight, seeing you kiss everybody, it made me less confused, but it made me hella sad. And mad, and frustrated, so I acted dumb, and flirted around.” He grabs Katya’s face now, “You’re right. I was jealous, you get it now, idiot?” Silence. “Ugh It’s stupid. Get off now.”

Katya was stumped. She just sat there, on top of Justin, jaw dropped actually. The only thing she was able to do was hold onto Justin’s hand, still on her face. Justin likes him. Justin was jealous. Justin likes him enough to be jealous. And be mad. It’s so cute. Justin is so cute.

“This is actually scaring me now, old man.” Justin laughs nervously, not really knowing what to do. Feeling very vulnerable and embarrassed and nervous because he just confessed to Katya, goddamnit.

“I’m sorry. I—I just can’t process it yet. Dying retired math teacher, and all that. But um,” Katya finally snaps out of it. “There are no mistletoes, we are at a very uncomfortable position, mentally, spiritually, physically, mathematically, but how about that kiss?”

Justin knows that it’s no grand declaration of love, not even an explicit I like you too, but this is Katya, and nothing’s ever clear when it comes to her, except the fact that Justin likes her so much, and he really wanted that kiss.

“Unless, of course, you know, you don’t want to because you’re in drag and all, but I was really jealous of Sam and I did try to kiss you too but— ah” Justin props himself on one elbow, hand still on Katya’s face.

“Katya, babe, you’re rambling.” Justin says, and Katya is close enough to smell mint, and her mind is lagging. This is really happening. “Kiss me, stupid.”

Masturbation is good. It keeps Brian away from making bad decisions. Bad decisions this time means letting his insecurities get to him and ruin his relationship. But it’s Christmas day, without Justin by his side, and it’s making him extra lonely, also extra horny, but mostly lonely. Yes.

He decides that he’d get in drag earlier to keep his mind off things. He has a plan in mind. Go in drag, probably go live to prolong it and provide more distractions to kill time, head to the venue, smoke a full pack, beat the fuck out of her pussy to the stage real hard, live off the high from the audience’s energy, probably chitchat to some, then head home, dedrag, shower, order pizza, eat it, then give Justin the hottest phone sex they’d ever had. That was an okay plan, gets pretty sad and lonely by the end, but hey, he’s a grown man, he knows how to compromise.

So Brian did just that. Instagram user Alaska5000 showed up in her live, so that was fun. After finishing her look for the night and deciding which fan would Katya bring tonight, she tried to contact Justin through whatsapp, but there was no answer. And no, he’s not being over concerned, and yes, he has called like ten times, but still nothing.

She’s already at the venue and probably will be onstage in a few. She tried to distract herself from her missing boyfriend by chatting and getting to know the staff of the venue, some catching up, some introductions, the usual, but it wasn’t doing much really. So he floods Justin with text messages, usually of snake emojis, some inquiries of his whereabouts, some reminders to call him later, and most screaming at him that he better not has slipped on ice and received amnesia.

When the stage assistant tells her she’s on in 5, she decides that everything will be alright, and she’ll be fine. She has a plan to stick to, and that includes seeing her boyfriend through a screen, real time. She’ll see him. So she performed with extra extra energy tonight, slamming her pussy on the floor, slamming people’s faces on her pussy, the usual. But she finds she can’t really get into it too much, and she’s just wishing for everything to be over, and for her to be back into her hotel, and worry over her boyfriend, possibly cry, but yeah, that’s besides the point.

So after her performance, she forgot all about her plans, excused herself to leave early, head straight to her hotel. She checked her phone at least 54 times while on the cab ride. And when she finally arrives at her hotel, the seven-minute cab ride felt like it was two hours. She hurried to her floor, and she didn’t know whether her heart jumped or sunk or just actually left her body because she didn’t know what to feel. She just felt like her heart melted and disappeared.

Right there, on the hallway, was Justin in the flesh. Not the cardboard one at Drag World, but his boyfriend himself was there. She can’t believe he flew all the way here to meet her. Katya almost cries, but she runs to him as fast as she could, thank god for her jellies, to embrace him. Fuck, he missed him.

“Hey,”

“Hey, yourself.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“You did, bitch, you did! You also almost got me killed for worrying too much; I thought I would have a cardiac arrest.”

“You? I don’t think so. Lung failure, now I might consider.”

“You bitch! I missed you.”

“I told you we’d see each other.”

“I thought you were gonna skype me or facetime me or something that kids do these days,”

“I missed you too, you know. I’m a selfish brat, and I couldn’t have just that.”

“Sometimes I forget that I’m actually dating an even more stubborn brat than I am.”

“Yeah. Now, are we just staying here or are you going to let me in to experience the full show that I’ve prepared, also because it’s actually pretty cold outside, and my feet are killing me. Reminds me of Aspen.”

“Aspen was fun, but alright, milady.” Katya unlocks the door to her hotel room now, and immediately Justin kisses her. God, she’s missed this so much, the familiarity, Justin’s taste, his warmth, how Katya fits in his arms, but when she started really getting into it, Justin breaks away.

“No, that was not the show that I was talking about, sorry, honey.”

“You rotted, gutted, gila monster!”

“I brought these.” Justin revealed the room decorations that he’s brought. Now, Katya could complain that it’s tedious and she’s tired, but Justin is here, he’s tired too, and he wants this so much. So Katya can’t help but agree. This was their tradition after all, and she really appreciates Justin’s efforts.

After about an hour of pasting and hanging brightly colored Christmas decors and listening to Christmas songs. Justin decides that the place is as beautiful as it gets, and brings out some holiday cookies and delicacies Pam packed for them.

“hey, I also brought your ugly Christmas sweater. I thought you’d be cold.”

“You just want us to match.”

“Well, that may or may not be on my mind while picking it.”

“Alright, I’ll shower and get changed.”

“Alright, I’ll stream the golden girls Christmas episodes. Don’t take too long or you’ll miss out on a lot.”

“Sure, babe.” Katya says as she kisses Justin’s forehead, already laughing at the first joke from the show.

Katya showers and just thought of how lucky she is and how she shouldn’t be worried about their relationship anymore. They are both in love and willing to make it work, and she might have cried in the shower, but she can say that it was just the hot water in her eyes.

When Brian finished cleaning up, he saw Justin already peacefully asleep on the bed, the golden girls still playing. He must’ve been really tired. Brian takes away the laptop, tucks both of them in, warm, and he allows himself to be lulled to sleep by Perry Commo’s deep voice on There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays. And he agrees. They’re in another stupidly decorated hotel room, but Brian is home, and there’s nothing else that he could wish for.

“Oh, 11:59. Merry Christmas.” he hears before he falls asleep, and he feels a kiss on his cheek.

“Merry Christmas.”