#anyway i am very tired goodnight <3 (it is 7 am)

[rmbaloncesto]

Happy 25th birthday, Luka 🌟

5× NBA All-Star (2020–2024)

4× All-NBA First Team (2020–2023)

NBA Rookie of the Year (2019)

NBA All-Rookie First Team (2019)

FIBA World Cup Top Scorer (2023)

All-FIBA World Cup Team (2023)

Olympics All-Star Team (2020)

EuroBasket champion (2017)

All-EuroBasket Team (2017)

EuroLeague champion (2018)

EuroLeague MVP (2018)

EuroLeague Final Four MVP (2018)

All-EuroLeague First Team (2018)

2× EuroLeague Rising Star (2017, 2018)

EuroLeague 2010–20 All-Decade Team (2020)

3× Liga ACB champion (2015, 2016, 2018)

Liga ACB MVP (2018)

All-Liga ACB First Team (2018)

2× Spanish King's Cup winner (2016, 2017)

[britneyshakespeare]

screw whatever else i've said; the most important thing you can do in this lifetime is watch tv

[bitalis]

i should probably update the app so i can get the ability to turn features on and off

[gotta-winwin]

2019 debut year <> you do too much

word count: 3.7k TW: body image, overworking, swearing, angst italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin

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Cyana never meant for it to get this far.

It had started off pretty mild, she'd wake up earlier than usual, take a morning run to the company and get a head start on practice. She'd stay later than the others too, insisting they go home without her and that she'd join them a bit later. Just one more time, she'd say, as she cued up the song once again. Just one more time, she'd say again after that, and by then it would already be close to midnight.

She stared at herself in the mirror, shaking with frustration and fatigue. Her chest heaved harshly as she tried desperately to calm her breath.

Hoshi shot her a worried glance. "Nana, take a break."

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Practice is done anyways. The car's ready, pack up." He grabbed her hand to drag her towards their things.

Cyana shook her hand out from his grasp, shooting him a tired smile. "You can go first, Soonie. I'll stay a little bit longer. I want to try Getting Closer again."

Hoshi frowned at her words. "We've already stayed late, nana-yah. Everyone's already left. And you've been staying late for the past two weeks. Let's take a break, okay?"

She shook her head stubbornly. "It's fine, really."

He looked at her apprehensively, not quite believing her. Sighing, he reluctantly agreed, knowing there was no stopping her. "Please be home by at least two am."

She nodded absentmindedly, already turning back around to cue up the track. She made sure Hoshi really had left before continuing, concentrating on perfecting her angles and facial expression. She had failed the company test - when the higher-ups came and decided she wasn't good enough - her ego burned from the hit and she vowed to work even harder. The members had told her she was already amazing, but she couldn't believe them if the company officials didn't think so.

She hadn't told any of the boys she hadn't been returning home. Most of her essentials were stored safely in one of the drawers in their practice room - saving her both the time and energy it took to return home. This way she could wash up and change before immediately getting back to practice.

"Oh, Jeonghan oppa." She answered when he called her phone.

"Nana, where are you?" His voice sounded muffled and tired. "Hoshi texted and said you're still at the company."

She checked the time. 3:26 AM. "Oh. I decided to crash at Mingyu's place." She lied, wincing. She hated lying to him whenever he called to check in. It was pure luck that no one really ever confirmed with Mingyu that she had actually been staying over. "I'm about to go to sleep. You should too, oppa."

She heard Jeonghan sigh in relief. "Okay, good. Goodnight, Nana." He hung up, probably way too tired.

Placing her phone back down on the floor, she glanced once again at the time. It was late. Her body was sore and she was starting to feel a little dizzy. Dragging her feet towards the connected washroom, she was glad they'd installed showers. Cleaning herself up and changing, she returned back to the practice room and crashed on the couch. Just a couple hours, she thought to herself.

"Cyana."

She opened her eyes, squinting at the brightness and letting out a groan. "What time is it?"

A very confused Dino stared back at her. "7 AM." He helped her to sit up, frowning when he saw her wince. "Why are you sleeping here?"

Her eyes widened when she remembered where she was. She inwardly kicked herself for oversleeping. Usually she was able to wake up, get ready and change before everyone else began arriving. They always just assumed she had been the first to arrive. "I-" Feeling rather caught, Cyana could only stare up at Dino wordlessly.

He seemed to catch on rather quickly. "Cyana." He looked at her, disappointment written plainly across his face. "Have you been living here?"

"No!" She protested, knowing he'd 100% tell Jeonghan if she admitted to it and Jeonghan would 100% kill her. "I was just practicing last night and fell asleep, that's all."

He gave her a weird look. "Alright, just-" He sighed. "You really don't need to be pushing yourself so hard. You're already ready."

Cyana gave him a hard stare. Perhaps it was the pain or the lack of sleep, but her nerves were wearing thin. She pushed herself off the couch, walking to the washroom. Splashing water on her face, she attempted to wake herself up.

"Please don't tell the others." She begged Dino once she returned. "Please please please." He looked unconvinced. "Please." She said again. "They'll kill me and you know it."

He sighed. "Fine." He pointed a finger at her, his poor attempt at being stern. "But you've got to promise me it's the last time."

"Got it." She promised, although she knew she'd probably end up breaking it. "Thanks, Chan."

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms gently around her waist, frowning when he felt how skinny she had gotten. He was about to comment on it when the practice doors opened and a hoard of members rushed in, all still slightly half-asleep.

"Aigoo~" Seungkwan cooed at the position they'd caught them in. "Our maknaes are so cute."

Dino flushed, trying to pull away but pausing when he realized Cyana was leaning on him, her eyes closed.

"Is she okay?" Jun mumbled, sipping on his ice coffee and glancing at the girl.

"Hm?" Cyana opened an eye, jumping a bit at the sudden appearance of so many people. "Oh! You're all here."

"Yup." Vernon walked over, ruffling her hair. "You ready?"

She sighed, reluctantly detaching herself from Dino, shivering at the loss of his body heat. "I guess."

Jeonghan had thought something was off from the way Cyana sounded over the phone. She sounded sick and incredibly out of it, her words slurring slightly as she spoke to him. He would've pressed the girl for more answers, but Hoshi's text had woken him up mid-sleep and he was aching to the state of passing out.

Even as they started practice, Jeonghan's mind drifted from the choreo over to Cyana. His mental list of things wrong with her had been gradually growing over the week and he was getting concerned.

Jeonghan's mental list with things that are wrong about Cyana:

She's been saying over at Mingyu's a suspicious amount. Sure, he could understand, the Minwon residence was easily the quietest out of the bunch, and Mingyu was Cyana's closest friend. He figured Wonwoo was in his room most times anyways.

The amount of canceled plans the boys have been complaining about to him was increasing. It felt like every couple days, at least one member would approach him requesting a therapy session, where they just complained about how Cyana was ditching them for their usual hangouts.

He rarely ever saw the girl anywhere but the company. Under any other circumstance it would've been normal, but Cyana had expressed before she hated the feeling of captivity the company gave her.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her eat something.

He could've continued listing reasons in his head, had it not been for the loud thud and a piercing screech that followed it. He froze mid dance move and spun towards the noise.

Cyana was on the floor, Woozi a mere step away from her as he crouched down to examine her. DK was apologizing for the loud scream, although he continued to panic loudly.

"I think she fainted." Woozi concluded, voice calm. His furrowed eyebrows were the only sign he was worried.

"Fainted?" DK gasped out loud.

Mingyu reached down and scooped the girl into his arms, depositing her on the couch. "Yeah, she's out."

"Is she injured?" Seungcheol asked, hovering over her as Mingyu checked. He sighed with relief when Mingyu shook his head. "It was a loud thud."

Jeonghan let out a groan of both realization and disappointment.

"What." Seungcheol whipped his head around at the sound of Jeonghan's groan. "Do you know something?" He pointed at Cyana, who was still laying limply on the couch, head supported by Mingyu's large hand. "Why is she like this?"

Jeonghan raised his hands in defence. "I only suspected. I mean- I thought it was weird she was sleeping over at Mingyu and Wonwoo's so often recently but-"

"What?" Wonwoo cut him off. "She hasn't been over since-" He flushed at the memory. "Since she hurt her ankle."

And all at once, the pieces seemed to fall into place in Jeonghan's mind.

"She's been living here, hasn't she." Dino beat him to the punch, stating what he had just realized. "I found her here asleep when I came in this morning."

They all turned to Seungcheol, who seemed to be at a loss for words, staring at Cyana.

Cyana awoke just in time to see Seungcheol leave, the practice room door swinging shut behind him. She struggled to get up, as strong hands grabbed her and situated her to lean back. A bottle of water was shoved wordlessly into her hands by Vernon, already opened.

"You scared us." Mingyu muttered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

She was vaguely aware of the other boys standing around her. Her ears still rang but she could faintly hear Woozi talking to Jun.

"I swear I tried to catch her. I didn't let her drop on purpose." He was defending himself to a wary Jun. "I'm not that mean."

She would have smiled at how defensive he sounded had it not been for the glowering face of Jeonghan, who was staring holes into her skull.

"Everyone out, please." Jeonghan signalled the others to give them the room. He sat down next to Cyana, letting out a loud sigh once everyone had left.

She knew she was in for it now.

"You wanna tell me what's been going on?" He said quietly, rubbing the seam of her sleeve between his thumb and index finger. "No lies this time."

She felt a lump form in her throat. "Jeonghan-"

"I'm not mad, Cyana." He looked at her sadly. "I just want to know why you haven't been taking care of yourself."

On any other occasion, she would have argued that he was mad. He hadn't used 'Nana' when saying her name.

"You haven't been staying at Mingyu's, I know that for a fact. And you've been canceling plans with the members. You also haven't been eating well. Jun says you rarely take the breakfast he sets aside for you." He continued, frowning when he saw her eyes well up with tears.

"I'm sorry." It was all she could muster.

"I don't care that you lied, Cyana." Jeonghan wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Just tell me why. Are we doing something wrong?"

She shook her head frantically. "No." God no.

"Then why?"

She finally looked up from her lap to see him, feeling an ache in her chest when she saw how desperate his expression was.

"The company officials-" She paused, and Jeonghan nodded for her to go on. "they said I wasn't good enough. Not quite good enough to debut with seventeen. They said they had a lot bet on me but I was disappointing them."

She got worried when he stayed silent. "Oppa?" She whispered, reaching out tentatively to shake him.

He laced his hand in hers before she could reach him. "I'm sorry they said all that." He turned to look at her, a serious expression taking over his face. "But you know they're wrong, and even if you think they're right, you shouldn't have risked your own health like that."

Cyana nodded. "I know. I just-" She tried to find the words to explain. "I just wanted to debut so badly. I wanted to look good onstage next to all of you." It was a lame explanation but it was the best she could give.

"I know." Jeonghan nodded. "And you will." He pointed at the large mirrors on the wall in front of where they sat. "I watch you dance with us everyday through those mirrors. And you look beautiful. Full of talent and raw power."

She let out a shaky breath.

"Is that why you haven't been eating your meals?" He asked, looking back at her. "Did they say something about that too?"

She nodded. It was perhaps the comment that had hurt her the most. "They said I looked too heavy. That I was supposed to be a girl member. Not a boy."

Jeonghan let out a huff. "Who the fuck-" He muttered, almost to himself. "Give me the names of the people, I'll talk to them."

Cyana smiled despite the heavy setting. "They're higher-ups, Hannie. You can't do anything."

"Psh." Jeonghan waved away her concern. "Still. I'll write their names down and get rid of them once we're big enough."

She supposed she admired his optimism. "Okay." She relented. "I'll find their names and text them to you."

Jeonghan leaned his head on the crook of her shoulder, slouching a bit to reach it. "You know we love you, right?"

She didn't say anything.

"You don't have to believe it now." He said softly. "I know you're a bit weird about stuff like that." He squeezed her hand firmly. "Just need you to hear it."

She nodded. "Okay."

They sat in silence for awhile, and Cyana's ears stopped ringing. "Where did Seungcheol-oppa go?" She whispered, curious but not wanting to ruin the peacefulness of the moment.

Jeonghan cracked an eye open from his spot on her shoulder. "He's dealing with it his own way."

"Dealing with what?"

He sat up straight to look at her. "You fainting. He's our leader, he's going to feel the responsibility."

She frowned. "It's not his fault though."

Jeonghan shrugged. "It's just how he works. He's going to blame himself for not noticing it all sooner either way. Even if it's not his fault."

She stood up, swaying a bit before steadying herself. "I'm gonna go look for him, is that okay?"

She could swear Jeonghan was smirking a little. "I think he'd like that."

She found him in one of the empty studios. Seungcheol was sitting on one of the chairs when she walked in, head in his hands. He got up quickly once he heard the sound of her footsteps.

"Cyana." He breathed out, thankful she was okay. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." She whispered, sitting down and motioning gently for him to join her. She watched him hesitate before he sat down next to her.

"You shouldn't have pushed yourself so hard." Seungcheol scolded her.

"I know."

"And you should've told someone you weren't going back to the dorm. You should've let me know how much you were struggling."

"I know."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Tell me what happened. Everything leading up to today. I assume this has been going on for awhile."

She could tell from his face he meant business, so she told him without a fight. She recited everything - the skipped meals, the ditching hangouts, the sleeping in the practice room, the toothbrush and skincare hidden in the drawers - all of it. She saw his face twist in pain when she got to the part about the company officials.

"You should've told me." He whispered, once she was all done.

"I thought perhaps you didn't want to know." She admitted.

He looked astonished she would even say such a thing. His mouth opened and closed again as he reconsidered his choice of words. "I'm your leader, Cyana. I care about this team."

"And I'm doing my job." She said, not getting what he meant. Wasn't SEVENTEEN doing quite well? And the team would do even better if she was perfect for the comeback.

Seungcheol didn't know if he wanted to strangle her and cry. "Let me reiterate." He looked at her. "I care about you, Cyana. Not the comeback."

She blinked. "Oh."

He felt more like crying, Seungcheol decided. She looked so fragile and confused at the mere thought of him even caring about her. A burning sense of rage fuelled through him. Who on earth had taught her to be so skeptical of care and love?

Cyana panicked when she saw the tears in Seungcheol's eyes. "Please don't cry." She whispered frantically, not knowing what would happen to her if she saw the dependable and strong Seungcheol break down.

"Our maknae~" Seungcheol whispered back, reaching over to brush his hand against her cheek. "Maybe I didn't do well enough, to show you you belong here. I tried being a strong leader, guiding everyone through the comeback, letting you adjust to how busy life in SEVENTEEN can be. But maybe you needed more of a gentle touch? Something more personal?" At this point he seemed to be talking to himself. "I know I didn't really take the time to connect with you on a deeper level like the others did. I was so focused on guiding you through work. I must've done something wrong, if you felt like you needed to hide this much from me. Push yourself this far."

Cyana's lips trembled as she desperately held back tears. "It's not your fault."

"It is." Seungcheol corrected her quietly. "I always strived to be a leader you could tell anything to." He paused, looking at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry you felt the need to break yourself so much to make this comeback happen. I'm sorry the company said such harsh things. I should've noticed."

Cyana felt the sudden strong urge to give him a hug. It confused her. She only ever felt comfortable enough to initiate any sort of contact with Jeonghan, Dino, Joshua or Mingyu. Yet, when Seungcheol finished his speech and looked at Cyana with those sad, wide eyes, she decided perhaps she could make an exception. She leaned slightly in his side, stiffing slightly when his arms wrapped around her frame.

"It's not your fault." She managed to say again, telling herself to relax into his hold.

"I know it's not logical."

Cyana let out a breathy laugh. "I am sorry I lied to Jeonghan."

"I know." Seungcheol pulled her a little closer. "Please don't ever do this again. All of it. You're much more important than a silly comeback."

She nodded. "I won't."

"I'll talk with the company about the whole test thing. They shouldn't have done that, or said those things. And you need to start eating." Now that he was hugging her, he could feel just how malnourished she was. He felt as if he could accidentally snap her just by moving the wrong way. "I'll talk to the stylists too. Everyone needs a good reminder that you're part of SEVENTEEN forever."

Cyana's face flushed. "I'm sorry." She mumbled again, feeling bad for making him so worried. "I didn't know it'd hurt you so much."

Seungcheol let her go, giving her a sad look. "I hated seeing you like that. You were so pale and fragile."

She didn't know what to do with the amount of loving words she was receiving today. She looked away awkwardly. "I'll be more careful now, I promise."

She could hear the smile that overtook his face despite not looking at him. "Good." He said. "Start getting it into your head that you're important."

Both Jeonghan and Seungcheol monitored her as she cleared out her drawer and any other sign that she had been living in the practice room. She promised them both that she'd return everything back home and that she'd keep them there.

"You scared me." DK whined. "I thought you'd died."

Cyana was grateful at how lighthearted the atmosphere was once her and Seungcheol had returned to the practice room. Everyone was still obviously worried, but they seemed to have all decided not to sour the mood further. Everyone had noticed the watery eyes from both Cyana and Seungcheol as they returned but pretended not to.

"I'm sorry~" Cyana smiled at DK's dramatics.

"Ah, hyung- it was your scream that scared me the most." Dino butted in, cackling at the memory. "I was mid move and I heard a blood-curdling cry. I thought I was in a horror movie."

The others laughed along, each of them relating to the younger boy.

Joshua sidled up to Cyana amidst the chaos Dino's remark had brought, holding her waist to support her as his eyes roamed her face for any sign of lingering fatigue. "You sure you're alright?"

Cyana nodded, grateful for the warmth radiating from his body. "Yeah. Sorry."

He shook his head. "No more apologizing. Just join Hoshi, Seungkwan, Myungho and I for dinner later today, okay? We're going to check out this new restaurant Hoshi found online."

"Okay."

From the other side of the room, Seungcheol clapped for everyone's attention. "Okay! We're resuming practice!" He looked at Cyana. "You're going home." He pointed at her. "Don't argue with me."

"What?" She protested. She was feeling fine. "I'm fine!" She insisted.

Her remark was met by a roomful of protests, even Woozi and Wonwoo joined in as everyone told her to get the fuck home.

"No really!" She protested again once the noise died down. "Please, Coups-oppa. I won't push myself too hard, promise."

She watched him think it over. She could practically see it as he fought himself. "Fine." He finally relented. "But-"

She paused her celebration.

"You're sitting out for practice. You can watch and take notes, but no dancing."

She sighed, but she knew it was the best she was getting out of him. "Fine."

As she sat on the couch, notebook in hand as she took notes on the performance, she couldn't help but glance towards their leader. He was working hard, giving 120% like he did with everything he put his mind to. She felt a glow of gratitude towards him. For a second, she allowed herself to believe that perhaps she did belong here, with these people. And perhaps him and Jeonghan were right - those people had just been mean and she was already good the way she was.

author's note: wahhhh thank you so much for reading! this one was quite a ride - writing about scoups as the leader always sends tears to my eyes, we truly don't deserve him. next fic is cyana's debut fic (finally!)

[gearselectric]

I wanna explain pink clock art because I love explaining my art even though most people probably won’t understand what I’m talking about :3 I’m just rambling for no reason sorry

(TW themes of death annnd family issues and identity issues )

Anyways item one is this comic from a few days ago or something. Gender role unfortunately exist in Aadshend! Boooo! Hence why Pink Clock has a blue bowl (and Timey pink booooo 👎) Analog, as usual isn’t very patient about anything. Pink Clock is anxious, maybe not too obviously, but his hands are clearly a bit fast here!!! It is important to note this is before he got stuck at 3. Most art of him is from after he got stuck at 3.

Item 2… Pink Clock with the monster mask!!! This mask he wore shortly after Ring’s death, while in prison. Ring is referenced here with the abstract background (golden circle.) I like to subtly reference or hint to Ring when I can because that’s how memories feel sometimes, you have little reminders of major events sometimes.

Item 3…… my fav pink clock art probably. He is seen staring back near a warm light source, while the painting he created stares straight ahead. It’s a self portrait! I tried to make his painting appear distinctive and apart from him. I tried to make it so it wasn’t my art, but his. With how much I project onto him, it was an interesting experience to say the least! I am sorry to admit that the hour hand realistically would be under the minute one. I genuinely thought it was the other way around for a while. Mandela effect or something. Anyways I imagine he stayed up prettyyyyyyy late painting, hence his tired look. I experimented a bit with a closer up image than I usually do, and I am still very happy with this one.

Item 4, similar concept as item 3, but different themes I guess. He sits by an unfinished painting of his mother. She seems to have a smile that turns into upset, impulsive scribbles, pink clock likely assuming she wouldn’t be very happy with him right now. The paintbrush in his hand has its bristles looking rough. She is painted at 3, just like Pink Clock is.

Item 5 is GRAINY not because it’s supposed to be it’s just bad quality here for some reason. Pink Clock and Timey are in his room, with coloring books. Both of them are in distress but don’t openly express it. Crudely taped drawings are hung to the wall, one of a blue clock and a monster (mask reference?) and one of Pink Clock with his family!! Cute! As a child he drew their limbs as little balls. Cute. Timey colors the unicorns in distress, and pc kind of just stares off. Timey is also W-sitting which was REALLY hard to draw but I wanted to draw them specifically W-sitting because I did it as a kid. Also Jetpack (Timey’s stuffed bear) is also there!!! Yay!

Item 6…… carousel. I was kind of mean here sorry! Pink Clock is riding a carousel, when he notices the mirror in the center. It’s the shape of a ring and also a golden color. It reflects im his eyes. He notices the entire ride is full of gold coloring and ring-like shapes and feels more uneasy as it goes along. Also entirely unrelated to the actual art but I colorpicked the carousel horse colors off of metal sonic from sonic the hedgehog. Also this art isn’t 100% canon it’s just a maybe

Okay last one. Item 7. Human pc. He is going grocery shopping! Late at night when nobody is there but him.he is in the cereal section annnnnnnd CAN I GO ONE SECOND WITHOUT BEING REMINDED OF RING!!!!! He sees a cereal that unfortunately reminds him of his deceased friend 😢 (there are also choco bows, based on his other friend who he doesn’t have contact with anymore) Yeah.

Okay that’s it I’m sleepy I just like rambling about my own characters goodnight

[jumpinjohnnyjumble]

@thesugarhole @givemerainbowfire i love you both for enabling me.

i have the curse of “getting really really into the lore and world of a local haunt event which makes it extremely niche because it’s regional”. but i love it so so thank you for reading ahchqhdhwh okay here’s my review welcome to

Knott’s Scary Farm Mazes of 2025, Ranked In Order Of Sex Appeal

instantly disqualified: the grimoire. all the relevant characters are children and the rest is war crimes so im kicking them out of this conversation

9. The Chilling Chambers. i put it at last place due to lack of substance. there’s no storyline or running themes to BE sexy. it’s a fun maze with lots of fun stuff but it’s like. is a museum sexy? not really. i guess i’ll give points to some of the fun retired characters in there (hi dollmaker) and to the fact that there’s a scary industrial rave at one point (???) but otherwise…. shrug

8. Origins. for me origins rides mostly on having creepy cowboy type guys in it. nothing sexy about a witch hunt and a corrupt justice system though.

7. Bloodlines. i like vampires and i like steampunk (womp womp) but bloodlines is such a flop that it doesn’t even work for me. they made a maze so confusing in concept that a steampunk vampire woman trying to kill me isnt even hot anymore. how

6.5. The Hanging . i know it’s not a maze but it’s iconic enough to go on here anyway. for an extremely straight-gen-xer comedy show there sure are a lot of dudes shaking their asses and spanking each other with paddles, but the characters are so sexless that it just feels a little weird to me

6. Widows. mixed feelings here. the beginning of the maze mostly just makes me sad because it’s just depiction of institutional elder abuse plus spiders on top. however, there is an extremely cool and very beautiful goth spider woman at the end. so, points for beautiful goth spider woman. subtracted points for making me sad

5. Room 13. i like the bloodied and wild-eyed 1920s style gangsters and flappers and hotel staff. smiles

4. Eight Fingers Nine… im not even going to address the forest spirit stuff i just want to talk about how he nibbles fingers for no reason. the STORY is about the forest magic and shit and then there’s just also the detail that the boogeyman likes to chew on fingers because they taste good. he has no other reason to do that. Freak. (no comment on the fact that the maze is called Eight Fingers Nine. goodnight everybody!)

3. Cinema Slasher. same level of sex appeal as any other slasher character if im honest. the gore in the first two movies is really fun and i like when you turn a corner and see the slasher crouched there and he sometimes shushes you. he’s cute in the same way jason voorhees can be cute

2. Waxworks. this is the david cronenberg fan website so im going to trust you all to understand. it has so so much goopy and wet body horror that is very gross and wouldn’t quite loop around if not for the vaguely religious themes. augustus scratch is such a weird little freak as well. “with wax you can be a god” i hate him (positive). i cant really describe this one in a way that does it justice because it is just so gross and freaky overall but there’s something about it. rest in piece waxworks

1. Mesmer and it’s not even close. oh my god. mesmer is solely responsible for making hypnotism hot to me and im not kidding. the narration throughout…. the way he pleads at the end…. there are contortionist clown girls and a twelve foot animatronic and a dizzying disorienting vibe. he says “a hypnotist can’t make you do something you don’t want to do, so why are you still following the sound of my voice?”, points out an alternate path and tells you NOT to follow it, and then teases you when you obey. professor mesmer i wont you

thank you for reading . even if you don’t know what im talking about . smiles. i went to bed at 3 AM im so fucking tired

im this close to ranking knotts scary farm mazes by level of sex appeal. and nobody wants that

[kamelpferd]

THE MAGNIFICENT 7

I am bored and so fucking tired. I don't want to go to school because I am failing. Anyways, here is this.

kill me please

Introducing: the boys

by: me

just do me a favor and imagine this as a funny Tik Tok or so idk.

1. Jack Horne

lives in the mountains

would and will stab you multiple times if you are mean to him

unlock his tragic backstory

prays to the Lord every day

feminist

hungry af

violent but only if the Lord approves

funny voice

had a wife and kids once

prays only little prayers for people that don't deserve big prayers

cute laugh

a bear in peoples clothes

did kill many indigenous people for money but is a changed man

big softy

probably gives the best hugs

my sisters favorite

dies a tragic death

2. Red Harvest

hates white people food

speaks white man english, but decides not to

will kill you if you are a bad person

befriends you only if you eat the heart of a deer

has a different path than most people from his tribe

better than Merida

nice horse

very much very adorable if he likes you

doesn't ask questions - will help you with whatever

would show you his culture

also one of my sisters favorites

both of my parents' favorite

survives yay

3. Vasquez

smart enough not to drop his first name

would not tell you what it means in spanish if you asked him a word

mexican tm

is not a texican

calls you guero if he likes you

scared of taking responsibility

has 3 Marias (bitches)

eating habits worse than a pig (means both his hands are dirty when he eats with a spoon)

smokes and drinks because he can and he will

funny as fuck

probably in love with Faraday

would let him eat me out ngl

has no family or friends

his head is worth 500$ for killing some important guy

gun skills 100

doesn't care if you don't understand him, he will still talk in spanish

would be a great father ngl

I love him very much

stands a bit weird every now and then

still hot tho

survives yay

4. Goodnight Robicheaux

'What we lost in the fire-'

has PTSD

it keeps going on, and on, and on-

best sharpshooter alive istg

can shoot you even if he doesn't see you

definition of the word gentleman

respects everthing and everyone

heavy drinker

adorable and kind

southern charm has me weak

has the biggest puppy eyes

literally perfect human being

love him more than my own life

would marry him without hesitation

is baby - will always be baby

gets angry if you keep being a bitch

would not lay hand on you tho

stronger than he thinks

dubbed 'the angel of death'

23 confirmed kills at antietam

he is a legend

but that is not all he is

everyone fears him even tho he is such a nice person

Faraday kinda not likes him idk

he is not a coward

oh so french he could be a baguette (wtf)

speaks french fluently

would call you 'ma chére'

would kiss your hand as a greeting

has trouble killing people since he came back from war

bffs with Billy

but I think they had sex at some point

thinks an owl followed him and told him he would die a ghastly death

heard a voice

an old friend of Sam Chisolm

would support every decision you make

would randomly call you pretty

husband material

would play along as fuck if you'd try to mess with somebody

can be hillarious

the voice of an angel

can sing very well and play the piano

Aura Lee <3

god he is so hot

he knows all the shit

read like every book existant istg

Did I already say that I literally love him?

his death breaks my heart every time

5. Sam Chisolm

'-we'll find in the ashes.'

duly sworn warrant officer of the Circuit Court in Wichita Kansas

also licenced peace officer in the Indian Territory Kansas Nebraska and seven other states

shoots you without you noticing it

Dad of the group

old friend of Goodnight

would eat a deers heart if offered for a befriending ritual

nice laugh

justice is worth more than life

everything matches with black, even his horse

wants revenge for his family

had a sister

'Hell I don't know. Avenge me?'

very understanding

would tell you he is proud of you as if he was your father

would kill hundreds of people just to help you out

righteous and honorable

plans everything

leader person

would help you get out of a shitty situation

can't do speeches

doesn't drink or smoke

will accept you no matter what you do (except if you kill his family then not)

bounty hunter (if money on your head high enough, he will want to kill you)

good man

a little awkward sometimes but he is cool

dope scar on his neck

nice fuzzy moustache

probably slept with Goodnight

survives yay

6. Joshua Faraday

him and I are very similar

'you're just a little bit too much like me'

his dick does all his thinking

still probably packin' tho

gives you shooting lessons you never asked for or wanted

he shows off a lot

so proud of himself

'Guero'

something about Goodnight bothers him

doesn't know what a syllable is

there is no forgiveness for men like him

so has a crush on Vasquez istg

horse name Jack

will make fun of you no matter what

drunk 24/7

traded his horse for Whiskey and would probably trade you too

homophobic gay vibes

always been lucky with one-eyed jacks

has a wife called Ethel (his gun)

and a sidechick called Maria (his other gun) which is not Vasquez' Maria

plays poker like a pro and shows you card tricks to get your attention before he just shoots you

funny as fuck

will flirt with you, your sister and your mother. Probably even your granny

never had a relationship before istg

probably cries after sex

bottom who thinks is a top

doesn't know how to english

probably never picked up a single book in his entire life

mommy and daddy issues

actually adorable

probably an Aries

doesn't fear death the slightest

Irish American

didn't fall from a horses ass

can't stop talking

thinks he is so cool

ladiesman

hot as fuck even tho it's Chris Pratt

would fuck him

'worlds greateat lover'

gets shot multiple times but still alive and slaying the runway - dies later on

last thing he wanted to do in his life was to have a good smoke

always wanted to blow something up (ends up blowing himself up)

dies a tragic hero death

7. Billy Rocks

mysterious chinese guy

can and will kill you with a hairpin

Goodnights sidekick

knows how to handle knives

probably has a knifekink

so in love with Goodnight it's getting embarrassing

majestic hair ong

doesn't talk a lot

usually doesn't drink (only when Goodnight left)

natural beauty

very adorable and kind

would always comfort you

good boi

very small, very much baby, but always there for Goodnight

small but stabby

the skills he had omg

kills racists (don't rip Arcade)

probably fucking with you atm and you don't even know it

once fought a whole salloon bare knuckled and won

not a man to arrest

a man to befriend

would take a fag and kiss you to blow the smoke into your mouth - very erotic

would call you 'beautiful' as a nickname

very attractive

handsome boi

amazing laugh

earns money for killing people in shooting games

bffs with Goodnight

they fucked at one point tho

my 10 yr. old cousins favorite

eats with his hands only, and still cleaner than Vasquez, who eats with a spoon

his last words were Goodnights name

dies next to Goodnight

Thank you for your attention

if you have any more suggestions of things to add to this list, let me know.

Also sorry for spelling mistakes. Typing this shit with my eyes half open, but I refuse to sleep because as soon as I wake up I only have one day left before school starts again and I want to escape reality by pretending it just doesn't exist.

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[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 7 “The Noisy Roommate” [Episode List] Tim spends the night at Dave’s house and they have to share the latter’s full-sized bed. As they go to sleep, Dave soon makes sure that it’s gonna be a noisy night.

The episode is inspired by TheFartingWolf’s video/premise of the same name. I had a similar idea sometime ago but I figured I could just combine my story and the video for, I don’t know, a real 4D experience? With that said, I’m ready to delete this story should TheFartingWolf want me to do so.

Also keep in mind that this is not a story about the IRL person who made the video linked above, but rather two fictional characters.

The Noisy Roommate

“Thanks for having me over, bro.” I thanked Dave, while rummaging through my backpack.

This was not the first time I slept at Dave’s house of course, not even the first during our 20s, but this time it truly was a last-second solution. This is not like the shower emergency from sometime ago, though water is involved again somehow.

“No problem dude. I needed someone to help me finish this case of beer anyway.” he said, cracking one open and throwing the can at me, which I managed to catch.

“Always up for it.” and I took a long sip of that cold nectar.

“I’m sorry you almost drowned.” he joked.

“Yeah it was terrible.” I played along.

Truth is that some pipe in my house literally exploded and water flooded the entire apartment. It’s not as bad as it sounds: the leak was already fixed but I still needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t even have time to call anyone as Dave simply showed up at my place and drove me here.

We sat on the couch to watch some bad movie as we kept chatting about some random stuff and having beer. We were both dressed casually, Dave sporting a pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt, outfits that doubled as our pajamas, even though Dave was probably gonna sleep shirtless as he usually does.

And again, as usual, I felt some familiar vibrations going through the couch. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“Straight to the point, I see.” I commented.

He laughed and slightly leaned, ripping the rest of the 7-seconds rip towards me, without the couch muffling the sound now. I always appreciate how my bud is so casual about my kink and that fart, needless to say, was impressive, despite being “small” for my bro’s incredibly high standards. Also, he basically almost always farted like this even before he knew about my fetish which, again, led me to appreciate more how his attitude towards me didn’t change at all -and he knows very well the “side effects” his blasts give me.

I pitched a tent in my own shorts but I managed to hide it by adjusting my position, crossing my legs. Whether Dave noticed that or not was irrelevant, as he kept ripping a couple of more loud toots.

We resumed watching the TV for like one hour until we both decided it was time to turn into corpses for the rest of the night, so we went upstairs, the beers making us a bit dizzy but nothing serious.

I was familiar with Dave’s house so I headed directly to the guest room, my bud right behind me.

I stepped into the dark room, turned the light on, and I saw it, staring at me from the bed.

Brave Dave was the first one to run away, pulling me outside of the guest room as I hastily shut the door. Team work!

“Okay, Tim. Were you cursed or something?” he asked.

On the bed we both just saw a huge spider, the biggest we’ve ever seen in real life. While we’re not properly arachnophobic, it’s not like *we like* sleeping with spiders hanging around.

We were both manly adult men and so we were both very afraid of the eight-legged monster sneaking out to murder us in our sleep, or simply existing, so the two of us rushed to the kitchen and came back with tons of duct tape to block up every nook and cranny of the guest room door.

“Alright.” I said. “I’ll just use the couch downstairs.”

“Nah bro.” Dave commented. “My bed’s full-sized. You can join me.” and he walked towards his room.

I needed some time to process what he just said. Me and Dave shared a bed many times but that was always before I came out to him. I wonder how-

“Look, I hate to interrupt your inner monologue about self-pity and all” he said, kind of annoyed. “But can we just for once skip your awkward bullshit and head to bed? Thanks.” and then disappeared into his room.

I chuckled a bit as I realized how “formulaic” I was being lately when he more than once proved to me that he had no issues with me, so I followed him. 

The bedroom was dimly lit and he was already lying on his side of the bed, shirtless, showing off some mild pecs and an overall nice-looking figure.

“I gotta warn you: I’m a screamer in bed.” I jokingly said, lying down on my side of the bed, just by the window.

“Oh yesss, scream harder, daddy.” he played along, laughing.

We were both lying down, mindlessly scrolling stuff on our smartphones and reading articles. That only lasted a couple of minutes.

“Well, time for your goodnight kiss” Dave announced, quickly wrapping his legs around me and planting his butt in grey shorts in my face.

I was still lying down as the fart erupted, almost making me deaf for how loud it was, so up close and personal. I couldn’t see the ceiling very well as Dave’s hairy legs mostly obstructed the view. The blast didn’t even smell that much, which made me assume it was on command rather than fully natural; not that it didn’t stink at all of course.

The beer-powered fart lasted about 10 seconds. He wiggled his ass on my face a bit and then let me go/breathe. “I thought you were a screamer.” he teased and went back on his side of the bed, which almost looked queen-sized.

I didn’t say anything and I simply turned my back to him, trying to be annoyed and failing miserably, feeling a faint scent in my nostrils every time I breathed.

“Looks like there’s a leak in my house as well.” he said, right before ripping another thunderous blast, this time far from me. I tried to ignore that, but I still pitched a tent anyway. I didn’t even turn around: I’m not going to let the teaser win!

After a couple of minutes, Dave turned the lights off and the room fell into darkness, the only source of light being a digital alarm clock inches from my face. 1:34 AM, not as late as I thought, but my body didn’t care and I fell asleep almost immediately.

2:44 AM I hear a loud noise and I woke up, only opening my eyes, the alarm clock greeting my sight in a room of pure darkness. Took me a couple of moments to realize that, of course, it was Dave farting, this time in his sleep. I turned around, noticing Dave’s grey pants as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

3:01 AM I was almost asleep as another fart snapped me back to reality, this time even louder. Again I instinctively turned around and stared at my bud’s butt as the blast erupted. Those felt very airy and pretty much odourless I think. I thought whether I should wake him up but I didn’t want him to think that I was listening to his sleep-farting, which is literally what I was doing sadly.

At this point I was playing the jump-rope between being asleep and awake, every time fully waking up because of Dave farting like crazy. After many farts, the blast at 3:59 AM felt particularly powerful and “meaty”, which made me look again at my friend’s butt, somehow noticing his pants moving because of the air being blasted out. A powerful rip that lasted around 11 seconds I believe. Was I dreaming? Similar farts then followed.

4:59 AM This one almost scared me as when I thought it was over it instead became louder and louder, as if it was a train passing nearby. It had a great sound and flow, one of the best I ever heard from my bro.

5:32 AM Another peak in farting activity. Falling asleep at this point was impossible. Each moment of silence was just the quiet before the storm and I completely gave up on the idea of resting that night.

6:21 AM This one was so loud and powerful that even Dave woke up for a moment. He simply sighed in relief though, but when even the farter wakes up, you know the fart was incredible.

6:36 AM A similar blast greeted the first lights of the dawn. 

Even more powerful rips were heard at 7:16 AM and 7:33 AM. At around 8:01 AM, Dave finally woke up by himself, one of his loudest farts acting as natural alarm clock.

That was a long night and as I heard Dave going downstairs to do his morning routine, I figured it was finally time to catch up some sleep, but ironically enough the silence made it more difficult as I was now so used to his blasts that they felt like white noise, fetish or not.

That teasing bastard won and wasn’t even done.

After merely 30 minutes, I heard him jump on the bed. I was facing the window, pretending to be asleep, but I knew he was standing on the bed, towering over me.

“Rise and shine, roommate!”

He squatted over my head, still sporting those grey shorts, and ripped a huge, loud and proud natural morning fart all over my face. I’m kind of glad I was already awake, ‘cause I would have been scared to death by that gas thunder. Where was all of this gas coming from? How was he not done?

I screamed, annoyed, and pushed him on his side of the bed, my hands touching his still-farting ass, the stench being this time unbearable. I heard him laugh like an idiot as he lied next to me, keeping one of his legs up as he finished ripping that loud, long fart.

“So you are a screamer!” he joked.

“And you fart in your sleep.” I replied.

“As if you’d mind me doing that.”

Whether he was aware or not of what happened during the night, Dave was as usual so comfortable around me that he just didn’t care and it was all just a big gassy prank for him. So I just lied there, awake, chatting with my bud about my house looking like Venice, so tired and so exhausted that I didn’t even bother about the spider staring back at us from the ceiling.

End of Episode 7

[astrid-potato]

愛してる

pairing:sunghoon x fem!reader

genre:fluff, slight angst?

warning:some slight cussing

a/n: this is kinda based on “to all the boys i loved before” but i’ve actually never watched the movies😅 so i hope this is okay<3

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“what’s wrong?” your friend sophie asks while poking your cheek. “my ex won’t leave me alone and it’s been like two weeks since we broke up.” i groan, placing my head down on my desk. “through text or-“ “mainly just at school. it’s like he’s trying to piss me off anymore than i’m already am.”

looking out the window, i can only pay attention to my own thoughts. “y/n, y/n..Y/N!” i jumped at the sudden outburst of my name. “the bell rang like two minutes ago.” “oh”. grabbing my stuff, i peacefully walk to my next class. not realizing what class period was next, i walk in to see my ex laughing with his friends.

not even seconds after i sat down, i see someone standing in front of my desk. looking up i see my ex smirking down at me. “what do you want?” “well aren’t you in a bitchy mood today.” “i wouldn’t be in mood if your ass would just leave me alone.” “if would just respond to my texts, i wouldn’t be standing here.”

as soon as i was going to speak, i see the classroom door open revealing a group of boys walking in. having an idea, i get out of my seat and walk over to one of the boy before he could sit down. “hey babe” while hugging the boy. the boy looked at me startled and confused, “just go with it.” i whispered while nudging my head towards my ex. “ohh”.

the boy finally catching on, hugs me back while staring directly at my ex. “you’re dating sunghoon!?!” my ex exclaims while everyone else in the room goes silent. “she is and who are you?” sunghoon asks. “her ex”. i look at my ex and couldn’t tell if he was pissed or upset. “well it looks like you didn’t end on good terms” “that’s none of your business” “it’s also none of your business of who y/n is dating now so if you can just leave us alone that would be great.”

“fine..it probably won’t even last that long anyways” my ex states while going back to his desk. “thank you” i whisper. “no problem”. going back to my seat, all i could think about is how sunghoon was holding my hand the entire time.

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“Y/N” sophie screams while running towards me. “what?” “you’re dating sunghoon!?!” i looked at her confused then realized what she was talking about. “how the hell did you find out and no i’m not dating him.” “wait what” “my ex was bothering me during class and decided just to find someone and act like he was my boyfriend, that’s all.” i shrugged. “THATS ALL??, y/n, sunghoon is like one of the most popular guys in our school. do you know how much this could possibly hurt you? i mean everyone in school already knows about you too and some of the girls are not so happy about it.” realizing the severity of the situation, i pull out my phone and go onto to see everyone talking about us. “oh shit” “yeah oh shit is right”

“y/n you might want to turn around.” “huh” looking up from my phone, i see sunghoon walking towards the two of us. “hey we need to talk” “uhh okay” i wave bye to sophie and walk with sunghoon to wherever he was taking me. “where are we going?” “to my car” “ohh”. getting in his car, i felt a little uncomfortable with the close proximity of us being in the car together. “so what do you want to talk about?” “about this whole ‘relationship’ “ “look i’m sorry i didn’t mean for this to happen. i was just trying to get my ex to stop bothering me and” “hey it’s fine, i totally understand. we just need to go over some rules” “rules?” raising an eyebrow at him. “yes. now first we can just fake date for the time being but there needs to be rules.” “okay” “1: your allowed to hug me whenever. 2: only kisses that are allowed are on the cheek. 3: i have practice at 3-7 on the week days and i’m only really free on the weekends. even if we are fake dating we still have to act like a couple or people will realize that we’re not actually dating and that really wouldn’t look good on your end.” “what does your practice have to with this though?” “ohh you have to come to those sometimes” “what why?!” “because that’s want good girlfriends do, they watch their boyfriends practice for their competition and games~” sunghoon says poking my cheek in the process. blushing slightly at the use of the word ‘girlfriend’ i turn my head so he wouldn’t see. “is that all?” “yeah i think so for the most part” all i do is nod. the car fills up with silence after that. “would you like to come to my practice today?” i look at the clock to see it was almost 3, looking at sunghoon “sure i have nothing better to do” “okay then off to the rink!”

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“it’s been about 3 weeks since the whole fake dating thing has happened and for the most part it’s been going okay. there’s only been like two girls that tried starting shit with me but other than that nothing else has happened. even my ex has been leaving me alone. thank god.” “how long will this go on for?” sophie asks. “i really don’t know to be honest. sunghoon never really said anything about how we can keep this going.” “i mean shit who knows, maybe you’ll actually fall in love with each other.” sophie says while grinning. “uhh yeah no.”

walking out to the common area outside, i see sunghoon talking with his friends. walking over to them, i place my bag down at sit next to jay which is currently talking about what he did during the weekend. “hey guys” fake dating sunghoon meant becoming friends with his friends which actually wasn’t that bad. everyone is so nice and really enjoyable to hang out with, and the guys never mind when i’m around which is nice. “oh hi y/n. how are you?” jake asks. “i’m good, just a bit tired that’s all.”

upon hearing that, sunghoon pulls me over to and pushes my head to rest on his shoulder. getting comfortable, i listen to the boys talk about sports and how jake has an upcoming soccer game on wednesday. “y/n are you going to the game on wednesday?” “uh i think so, sophie said she wanted to go but she doesn’t want to go alone so i guess i’ll be there.” “okay cool! well anyways i have to get going, i have to finish my homework and then go to practice. bye guys” jake says while getting up and walking out of school grounds. “yeah we have to leave too.” sunghoon states while gathering his things. getting up, i grab my bag and wait for sunghoon. “bye y’all” waving at the rest of the boys.

getting in the passenger seat of sunghoons car, i wait for him to finish putting all his stuff in the back of the car. “what is all that?” “just stuff for a project i had to do.” “ohh okay.” “i don’t have practice today so do you want to go to a cafe orr” “umm yeah that would be fine i guess” “okay cool” starting the car, we had into town and find a parking spot(a/n: you know like the parking spots on the side of the road and you can just park there and then walk around the city and stuff). sunghoon gets out of the car and puts money into the meter. walking to one of the cafes near the center of town, we walk in and sit down. looking at the menu while waiting for the waiter to come, i could feel eyes on me. looking up i see that sunghoon is staring at me. “what? do i have something on my face?” snapping back to reality before sunghoon could speak, the waiter comes over to our table. “hi how are you today and what could i get for y’all?” “ could i get a piece of strawberry cheesecake and water please” “okay and for you?” “just a piece of chocolate mousse cake. thank you” “okay i will get that out in just a few minutes”

“one piece of strawberry cheesecake and one piece of chocolate mousse cake. and here is your water ma’am.” “thank you!” grabbing my fork, i get a small piece before eating it. “omg this is so good!” “i’m glad” sunghoon says while smiling a little. “here try” holding a piece in front of his mouth. sunghoon looks at the piece of cake then looks at me questionably before open his mouth and eating the cake. “wow it is good” “see i told you!” while eating i could see sunghoon starting at my plate. “what’s wrong?” sunghoon doesn’t say anything except grabs something from under the plate. “what is it?” all sunghoon does is crumbles the piece of paper and goes back to eating the rest of food. looking at him i could tell he was a little upset. paying no mind to it, i finish the rest of my cake and just wait while looking out the window. “okay let’s go” looking at sunghoon, i get up and go to grab my wallet before feeling a hand stopping me. “i’m paying” “uhh no, last time you paid so i’m going to pay this time.” “no you’re not” not interested in arguing about who’s paying, i let him and wait for him outside the cafe.

“what did the paper say?” “it was nothing” “sunghoon don’t lie to me, i can tell that you are lying.” “ i am not lying thank you very much.” “yes you are. so are you going to tell me what it says or am i going to have to pry it out of you?” i question. “and just how are you going to do that?” sunghoon looks over at me while stopping at the red light. getting closer to his face, his eyes widened “okay okay, it was the waiters number” he says the last part in a whisper” “sorry i couldn’t hear you, could you repeat that for me?” “it was the waiters number” “the guy from the cafe?” my eyes look back over to sunghoon and i could see i light tint of pink dusting his cheeks. “sunghoon, are you jealous?” “what no, what are you talking about?” “i mean you could’ve just told me it was the guys number in the cafe but you didn’t. why?” “because i know you wouldn’t care and besides that how could he not tell we are ‘dating’. i mean to me it was clear as day” “you are jealous!” “am not” “is to”. looking out the window, i see that we’re outside of my house. not wanting to farther upset him, i grab my bag and get out the car. “i’ll see you tomorrow” “yeah..” “goodnight sungie”

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“come on y/n or we’re going to be latee” “okay okay hold on i have to make sure i have everything” grabbing my bag me and sophie walk out of her house and make our way to the school. “i wonder if jay is going to be there?” “of course he’s going to be there, jake is like his best friend.”

arriving to the school, everyone was just hanging out before the game. seeing sunghoon towards the back of the field bleachers, i walk over to him. “hey” sitting down next to him. “you look good” sunghoon was wearing a pair a black jeans with holes in the knees, an oversized red hoodie and a black beanie. “thanks, you don’t look to bad yourself.” “well thank you” “eww” sophie says while acting like she was going to throw up. “i’m going to go get some snacks” sophie says while getting up. once she was gone, i look over to sunghoon “i’m sorry about yesterday, i didn’t mean to pry into it nor say you were jealous.” “no it’s my fault, i should’ve told you. and no you were right i was kinda jealous.” “why though? we’re only fake dating so why be jealous.” “i don’t know really” “i’m back!” sophie exclaims while plopping a bag in my lap. “they had some of your favorite snacks so i got some for you” “ohh you didn’t have to, thank you though”

while watching the game, sunghoon gets up and walks off. not thinking much of it, i just pay attention to the game. getting a ding from my phone, i see that sunghoon texted me.

hoonie💕: meet me by my car

you: okay:)

getting up i tell sophie that i’ll be right back and make my way towards the parking lot. i see sunghoon leaning on the front of his car. “hey what’s up?” “i need to talk to you.” “okay what do you need to talk abou-“ because i could finish my sentence, sunghoon grabs me and pulls me closer to him, kissing me in the process. my eyes widened and before anything else, sunghoon pulls back. “i umm what was the for?” “y/n just listen to me for a minute. i know this was only supposed to be a short term thing, i really do. it’s just after spending so much time with you, i realize that i actually liked you more than i thought i would. the day we went to the cafe and the waiter slipped his number to you, it made me upset. i didn’t like the fact that somebody else could possibly like you. it made me realize how much you truly meant to me. i really like you y/n and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. i just really needed to get that off my chest.” shocked from sunghoons words, all i could do it stand there and process everything that just happened. “sunghoon look at me” sunghoon looks up at me and i could tell that he nervous. “sunghoon the day i hugged you i never thought it would come to this. i love spending time with you or going to your practices. i realize that i might of had a small crush on you from the beginning but at the same time i was scared because of the way things ended with my ex. i was scared to get into a relationship and even if it was just fake dating, it still scared me. but after spending so much time with you, i realized that i truly did liked you. you are always so kind and caring to me. it’s just i really like you too sunghoon and to be honest i’ve liked you for a while now i guess.” “well i mean do you want to be my actual girlfriend?” sunghoon asks while grabbing both of my hands. “yes” i say before pulling him closer to kiss him.

“i love you y/n” “i love you to hoonie”

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a/n: omg this took so long to write but it’s finally done!! i really hope this is okay and there might be a few spelling error here and there or grammar errors as well. i literally wrote this weeks ago but never actually typed it out. i’ve been really busy with school and i’ve been dealing with some persons things as well. y’all can send request in if you would like or you can just talk/ask me questions if you would like:)

have a good day y’all<3

[kaleidescope-writes]

Domestic King!Thomas Hiddleston Headcanons

Based on Heart of/Life in Audrilluria.

Heart of Audrilluria Masterlist

Life in Audrilluria Masterlist

Warnings: Extreme Fluff!! Soft Tom, Tom in general (this man needs a permanent warning), the Wonderful White T-Shirt, mentions of seggs, and some hecking words.

When it cames to Thomas, domesticity isn't something very common (given the uh... you know... king status). However, this only makes it even more special and cherished when you have a day off.

On the rare occasion you have a day off, the morning will start late, waking up at 10 am rather that 6 am as usual. Normally, you're awakened by a knocking at the door.

For these days, Thomas makes plans weeks in advance. Plans for the two of you to do absolutely nothing all day. He's a king 24/7. He needs at least one day every so often to relax and remember what it was like to interact with others for something other than royal business.

When the knocking at the door wakes you up, Thomas INSISTS on opening it himself and letting you rest a little longer. He's a gentleman, afterall. After greeting the person at the door, he walks back in with a cart containing breakfast. An assortment of your favorite fruit decorated as if they were flowers. A couple plates of your preferred breakfast meal. And a fresh beverage of your choice.

Thomas walks over to you, greeting you in a soft, deep voice still croaking with sleep. Placing soft kisses all over your face and neck with every word he speaks, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. Now sitting on the bed with your back pressed to his chest, he let's go momentarily to bring you breakfast in bed.

After enjoying a meal in bed and having a few extra cuddles, you both get ready for a day to yourselves.

Thomas is definately dressing up casusal for once in his incredibly busy life just to have a nice relaxing day with you. Honestly, you're surprised he owns a T-shirt. Nonetheless, you spend about half an hour admiring how good he looks in that snug white shirt. (You know the one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

He notices you staring. Its kind of obvious. He lets you look just a little longer, smugness building, before he smirks letting you know he knows. "See something you like, darling?"

Immediately walks over to hug you whe you get flustered after getting caught. Continues to tease, but lets you hide your face in his chest.

Or maybe, you get smug too. If you do, be prepared for his to retaliate with every ounce of smoothness in this man's body. It's enough to almost make your knees give out... Almost... If you keep going, he will persist, his only objective is to make your knees weak only so he can help you stand. If he is unsuccessful, well, let's just say he knows other ways to complete his objective. And well, he'll probably need to call the servers to send up a late lunch and skip dinner. Just to give you a small break to replenish your energy before the next couple rounds. 😘

That damned white shirt is magical.

Anyhow, the rest of his day off is spent in the massive castle library. Remember the one from Beauty and the Beast? That big. Its a damn maze. (An it also has a directory).

You spend the whole afternoon or evening( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) either reading while cuddling with him on one of the many couches in the library, having him read to you in his soothing voice, or discussing books you've read in a miniature book club. It's such sweet way to bond and you'd expect nothing less from the educated gentleman that is your majesty<3 boyfriend.

You count of time every day off, just because it's too peaceful to think of anything else. The latest you've stayed in the library is half an our past midnight. And just because one of the castle guards went looking for the two of you to let you know it was already tomorrow.

Every once in a while, one of the servers will stop by and bring you food and beverages just to make sure you don't spend too much time without sustenance.

After a long day of just being a couple, you retire to your shared room, eyes heavy with sleep. The entire time it takes you two to get to the bedroom, Thomas has his arms around you, holding you close while continuing to have a conversation with you. (By the way, The look he gives you as you talk about anything at all tells you just how much he loves everything about you. The softness in his eyes as he hangs on to every word you speak)

As soon as you get to the room, he will pull you towards the bed and lay down with you. He'll wrap his arms around you tightly and not let you go, despite your protests (or lack of).

He won't even worry about changing out of his day clothes. It just you and him in a blissful moment that he wishes would last forever.

Once sleep starts to creep into your eyelids, Thomas will kiss your forehead, lulling you to sleep as he tells you about how much he enjoyed the day spent with the love of his life.

The final thing you hear before finally giving in to your tired mind is his soft voice.

"Goodnight, my love."

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Apple Of My Pie (7) — Jin

A Small Town Swoons story 

Chapter 7. 

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Buttercup)

Wordcount: 7.1k words

Genre: non-idol!AU, Baker/Café owner!Seokjin, University student!reader Flatmates!AU, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, slightest angst, smut

Rating: 18+ (NSFW content)

A/N: Hello my sweet poppies! Welcome to the Small Town Swoon Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: Jin and Buttercup finally reunite, and although the real world tries to interrupt their small idyll, Seokjin has the strength to finally impose his needs and confess his feelings. The evening proceeds in the best of ways.

As I mentioned before, this episode made me write things I didn’t know I had in me. Also, this will be the final episode for their storyline, however you will see more of Jin and Buttercup on future stories, mostly in small apparitions here and there. I might come back to this story someday, maybe with some drabbles or some small headcanons, however, I think that now it’s time to let Jin and Buttercup live their special moments with in their own privacy and make up for lost time.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this is filthy. There’s swearing and light alcohol consumption (wine at dinner, both are pretty sober afterwards). Now, about the filth. Degradation kink, breast worship (involves kissing, licking, biting, grabbing), breast slapping, nipple pinching, one (1) spank, foodplay involving ice cream (so mild temperature play), dom!Seokjin, slightly bratty!reader, grinding, masturbation (both male and female receiving), brief mention of oral (male receiving), cumplay, cumeating, creampie, unprotected sex (please don’t do like them. The right way to go about this would be to use condoms and/or dental dams until you and your partner get the results of the test and are 110% sure you’re clean. If you have any questions, please head to Planned Parenthood’s website, they have wonderful webpages about safe, sane and consensual sex, plus anything you need to keep your sexual health in check. If you can’t check their website, please feel welcome to reach out to me through DMs, I’ll try to help 🥰💜). Also reader is kind of excited about Seokjin being circumcised? And these two have a latent impregnation kink that will show up someday. There are slightly angst discussion about past partners and feelings, but nothing extreme.

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Seokjin woke up with the ringing of a phone.

He appreciated the warmth and weight next to him, half on top of him.

He looked at you. He allowed himself to do that only for a couple seconds.

Your phone was ringing, and he needed to pick it up before it woke you.

Your face had been so scared and tired when he first saw it at the front door.

He stood and picked up the call just in time.

“Oh, thank God, Buttercup where are you?” Jeongguk’s voice came from the phone.

“It’s Seokjin. She’s with me, at the apartment. She’s sleeping.” He replied, his voice gravelly after being under the cold rain and sleeping for almost two hours.

“She’s with you?”

“Yes, she’s here. She’s sleeping.” Seokjin repeated.

“Kim Seokjin. I am going to kill you!” Yoongi said, stealing the phone from Jeongguk. “We were all looking for her. Poor Jeongguk was in a panic. Are you stupid? Outright dumb? What is it, both your two miserable neurons decided to throw a strike today? Did they accidentally crash and perish? Did they finally decide to end their suffering?”

“Yoongi. Stop,” said Spice from a distance. “She’s safe, stop acting like an overprotective parent.”

“Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Yoongi asked.

“No. I found her here, taking her stuff away.” Seokjin said, his body tensing at the thought. “Is she leaving? What is going on?”

“She’s going to the cottage with Namjoon. They’re leaving on Monday.”

Seokjin rolled his shoulders before exhaling. “How has she been in the last few weeks?”

“A mess. Sad, miserable. And it’s your fault.” Yoongi spoke with vitriolic hostility in his voice.

“I’m gonna fix it, Yoongi. I promise.” Seokjin said, his voice extremely emotional as he looked at you. Your eyes were open and you had the tiniest smile on.

“Are you gonna talk to her? Actually confess? Tell her you love her and be done with all the insecure, selfish bullshit?”

“I’m gonna talk to her.” Seokjin replied, still looking at you. “I’ve got a bunch of stuff to come clear with. And I’ll tell her I’m in love with her. And that she’s not going to Namjoon’s. She’s staying with me.” He winked. “She needs to eat and regain some strength before she goes to the woods, if she still wants to go. I’ll tell her ‘Buttercup, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for four years.’” His voice broke. “‘I don’t want to spend one more day without you’, that’s what I’ll tell her.”

You were still incredulous, completely still under the blanket.

“And then I’ll ask her to be my girlfriend, and if she turns me down, then it’s alright. I’ll take it like a gentleman. I’ll let her be. But if there’s even a tiny, minuscule part of her that wants to say yes, then I won’t let her go until she agrees to become my girlfriend.” Seokjin explained, with determination filling his voice.

Yoongi got emotional. “Go tell her before you change your mind.”

“She’s right in front of me. She heard every single word.”

“Then I guess you have more important stuff than stay on the phone with me.”

Seokjin chuckled. “Hopefully kiss my new girlfriend, if she lets me.”

You didn’t even understand what was going on before you nodded energetically.

“She said yes. I gotta go.” Jin’s mouth shaped into a large, proud grin.

“Sure. Stay safe. I’m too young to become an uncle.” Yoongi teased with a snicker.

“Goodnight uncle.” Seokjin replied before closing the call.

Your stares stayed locked together as he placed down the phone.

His expression turned serious but kind. “You’re awake.”

You blinked and licked your lips. “I am.” You took a pause, inhaling. “And I want to kiss you.”

He mirrored your action, his tongue slipping out, wetting the seam of his mouth, directing your glance there. “I want to clear things up, before that.”

You closed your eyes, trying not to lose your patience. “What is there to clear up?”

“I just wanted to explain stuff. About Grace and all of the rest...”

From the insecure, agitated look in his eyes, you realised he was scared. You patted the sofa, inviting him to sit beside you. He followed your lead. “I’m listening.” You reassured him, placing your hand on top of his knee.

“When I started dating Grace, I was convinced I could never stand a chance with you. And though Yoongi insisted on the fact that you had feelings for me, I was too shy and too scared to risk it. And after living with you and being so… united. So domestic… I couldn’t handle my feelings anymore.”

You rubbed his arm comfortingly, sitting up, trying to reassure him, to heal him from all those months of insecurities and silence and denial.

“I tried to suppress them. And Grace looked so kind, so respectful. And she’s a beautiful young woman. I could see myself falling for her.”

You pressed your forehead against his shoulder. You still had to realise that such a gesture had a deeper, somehow different meaning, that from then on you were allowed to do that and more.

“But the closer I got to her — and the farther I got from you — the more it all felt wrong. And I don’t even know why I did what I did that Saturday — well Sunday, you know what I mean anyway. I think some part of me was angry because of Edmund or something, or because I thought that I could stop thinking about you if I found someone else to think about and that makes me an absolute idiot—”

You interrupted him. “Don’t hide from me. Ever.” You cupped his face and made him look at you. “You were hurt. And I took similar decisions. What I did with Edmund was somehow similar to what you did with Grace. It’s just that you two had feelings for each other while—” The idea of him being in love with someone else squeezed your lungs until you felt empty.

“I’ve never felt someone as deeply as I feel you, though. I’ve never felt so many things for anyone else beside you.” He said, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked at your lips.

“I love you.” You murmured. There were no other words you could use. “I’m in love with you and I’m not angry that you tried to forget and move on. It doesn’t matter that we fucked or made love to other people. I don’t care that you didn’t tell me. The only thing that matters is that you’re here now and I love you so much.”

He repositioned himself so he could look at you without getting a crick in his neck. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, soft and delicate, worried even.

“Because I couldn’t think about losing you. Because I didn’t even realise I was in love before you started spending time with Grace. Well, I knew I was attracted to you and that I considered you my friend, but I had never really allowed myself to consider I could have more. I was happy with what we had, and I never realised I could lose it, or that someone else could have it instead of me.”

He touched your hair.

“I was okay with what we had. Asking for more felt selfish. Like I was being greedy.”  You lowered your eyes, his gaze too intense for you to resist.

“I want you to be greedy, Buttercup.” He whispered, his hand cupping your jaw. “I want you to take all of me and not leave a crumb for anyone else.” His body felt closer, hotter. “I love you, Buttercup. And not in the friendly way. I love you in a very passionate, very hungry way.” His thumb traced your lower lip as he gazed at it heatedly. “Do you love me too?”

You nodded recklessly, almost snapping your neck. “I love you. In a very unfriendly, very sexy way.”

He smiled. “Good.”

His mouth lowered gently, reaching yours, his whole body inching forward until your eyes lost focus and closed. It was a good kiss. Not perfect but good.

Jin’s lips felt soft against your mouth, maybe a bit too delicate, still, definitely pleasing. With just a pinch of mischief, you pulled at his lower lip lightly, biting it delicately.

The growl he emitted had you smiling before you repeated your teasing move, drawing him in. He exhaled and opened his mouth, sucking your upper lip past his teeth.

That felt better than good, leaning to perfect.

What actually made it perfect was his body completely caving in as he manoeuvred himself on top of you, holding himself up with one hand as his hand explored your body deliciously, caressing your hair, your shoulder before reaching your waist.

Helpless and desperate, you pressed the tip of your tongue against his lower lip, pushing it into his mouth.

His hips pressed sinfully against your thigh as he groaned and tangled his tongue with yours.

You moaned and he whimpered in return, a growl vibrating deep in his throat.

His hand moved under your shirt, stopping abruptly.

Dammit.

Your stomach rumbled noisily, making Seokjin part from you. “You’re really hungry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Yeah.”

He hid his face into your neck, snickering. His breath tickled you. “You feel so good right here.” He said, snuggling closer. “But I have to feed you first.” His fingers dug into your sides. “You’re thin.”

Your nails raked against his back. “I had a bit of a hard time in the last few days.” You mentioned casually.

“Can’t have you like this.” He parted from your body, studying your face attentively. “Let’s get you fed.” He whispered, pecking your lips and standing up, heading to the kitchen.

“You’re kidding, right?” You stood up on wobbly legs and followed him.

He looked back at you. “Not at all.” Jin theatrically opened the fridge and lifted an eyebrow. “Chicken wraps. Salad. An abundant dose of ice cream. I need you sugared up.”

You looked at him with a pout.

“It’s the quickest meal I can arrange, Buttercup. We can have dinner in forty and then cuddle and make out. Dinner is non-negotiable.” He said, getting the chicken strips and the large tortillas, together with cherry tomatoes and cheese.

“Can’t we just… postpone dinner?” You said, too caught up in your grovelling to bring up memories of him and Grace in the kitchen.

“Why would we need to postpone dinner?” He asked, slipping some butter into a pan, together with some garlic, moving the chicken strips onto the pan and roasting them quickly with a random — and a very delicious-smelling — mix of spices.

You dragged your foot against the floor, trying to look demure. “You know why...”

He snickered devilishly. “We’ve waited for four years. One more hour won’t hurt you. Cut the cherry tomatoes, please.”

“Especially because we waited for years we should be forgoing dinner.”

He laughed. “I won’t have you fainting on me. Dinner, then whatever you want, Buttercup. Cut those tomatoes, you’re postponing the fun.” He said, adding a spoonful of chicken broth to keep the meat in the pan soft and tasty.

“Now I remember how insufferable you truly are.” You said, starting with the cutting.

He smirked. “You’re stuck with me from now on, doll.”

“I’m revoking the love declaration.” You muttered.

“Are you revoking your undying lust for me too?” He asked, turning towards you with a lopsided, cocky grin.

You just looked at him with the most insulting look you could muster before returning to the tomatoes.

“Such a good girl. Still cutting those tomatoes to get her reward.” He joked.

Once, this kind of nagging was absent minded, innocent and playful. Now it was outright sexual. Especially since the praise had a shiver running down your spine.

“Don’t tease if you’re gonna make me wait.” You groaned.

He bent and kissed your cheek. “I’m doing it for your good, Buttercup.” He moved to your earlobe. “You’ll thank me later, doll.” He nibbled on the soft skin. “I promise it will feel so good, Buttercup.”

You stretched your neck to the side, offering him the expanse of taut, corded throat.

He grazed it with his teeth, drawing the purple-greenish line of your jugular.

“I bet you taste so damn good,” he murmured, sucking at the base of your throat.

“Jinnie.” You called delicately.

He parted from you abruptly. “Dinner. First, dinner.” He reminded himself. “Dammit, you’re such a tease.” He complained, picking up another larger pan to heat up the tortillas. He also added a light sprinkle of flour to the chicken, to give a creamier texture to the sauce made by the broth and the butter. Once the first tortilla was warm, he placed the chicken on top, mingling it with the tomato pieces and the cheese while you prepared the salad.

Dinner was ready in twenty minutes, the wonderful smell of spices filling your nostrils and making your mouth water as you sat and stared at your tortilla, waiting for Jin to sit down himself. He also added an interesting bottle of white wine to the mix, matching the chicken.

“Enjoy.” He exclaimed before digging in himself.

Your whole mouth was feasting at the taste of the food.

It could feast for something better, your hormones reminded you, but you let that slip.

Dinner was uneventful, the both of you too busy and hungry and tense to start a conversation.

While you were thinking about how to tell Jin you wanted him to ram you into the mattress and slap your tits, he thought whether it was okay for him to want sex already. Okay, technically you had been friends for years, but maybe you wanted to wait, go on actual dates, be a couple, in an official relationship before letting him make love to you.

It was pretty clear that any kind of conversation between such two people would evidently elucidate any semblance of doubt, but it would also be a minefield of misunderstandings and potentially very embarrassing bushes to beat around.

So you both stayed silent, completely oblivious to the lessons you had learned roughly an hour ago.

By the time he stood and prepared a small bowl of plain milk gelato, topped with his special wild berries sauce, doubt had nagged at him enough that he was ready to speak.

He placed the bowl on the table. A lovely royal blue bowl. It was his favourite. Maybe because it was his mother’s favourite. He sat down and patted his hands against his thighs. “Come here.” He murmured.

You obliged, settling on his lap contentedly. He took a spoonful of dessert, making sure that he got some sauce in it before offering it to your awaiting mouth. “Eat up, doll.”

You opened your mouth and enjoyed the refreshing feel of the gelato against your palate.

“I need you to listen to me, Buttercup.” He started. “I know we confessed our feelings and that we’ve been attracted to each other for a very long time.”

You nodded, watching as he offered another spoonful as soon as you opened your mouth.

“I just want you to know that I’m dying to make love to you tonight, but we don’t have to. It’s okay if you want to… I don’t know, get physically intimate a bit at a time, or if you want it to be something special, or—”

You interrupted him. “I want to make love to you too, tonight.”

Your eyes followed him as he licked his lips. “Shall we bring this to the bedroom then?”

Nodding you stood up, going for the living room and grabbing the comforter, walking down the corridor and looking at him from over your shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” You asked before disappearing into his room.

He shook his head in disbelief before grabbing more wild berries sauce. Maybe, hopefully…

He took the bowl of ice cream and a spoon, taking his time before entering his room.

You were already laying on his bed, head to toe a vision.

You had already removed your yoga pants and you were laying there in an oversized t-shirt.

“Tell me how you want me to treat you, Buttercup.” He asked, studying you as he took a mouthful of gelato to his mouth.

“Undress first. Then come here. Feed me that delicious dessert and then feed me your cock.” You said, completely unashamed as his burning gaze explored your naked skin.

“I won’t feed you my cock, sorry doll.” He said, placing the bowl on the nightstand together with the sauce. “I’ll need to suck on your pretty tits first.” He took off his sweater in a flash, your eyes reacquainting with his naked chest, bathing in the glorious width of it. It was really breathtaking, with its plains and slopes and dips.

“You’re gorgeous.” You murmured, looking at him while your hand went to your breast, palming it and teasing the peak while he took off his sweatpants. Watching the delicious shape of him from over his boxers had you moaning just slightly, whimpering weakly before your hand slid under your shirt to grab at your flushed, overheated chest.

Seokjin caught your wrist vigorously, pulling it out. “Those are mine to touch, doll.” He reprimanded you. “All mine.” He repeated, straddling your waist, pinning your hands up.

You looked at him with a wicked smile. This, this, was your best friend, the man you had loved for years. And here he was, pinning your wrists, ready to mark your breasts, to own them.

“Keep ‘em there.” He ordered, letting go of your wrists before stretching his fingers to completely hold your breasts, kneading them lightly to test the texture.

“Fuck, they're so soft.” His eyes closed as he felt them up appreciatively. “I can't wait to suck these.” He said, and his unashamed comment opened another new world to you. His thumbs found your nipples, rolling them under the plush pads of his fingers. “You like this?” He asked, looking in your eyes.

You nodded, stretching toward the bedside table and switching on the small lamp there. “Wanna see you.” You explained, looking at him, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you sure? You okay with me watching?” He asked, just as your eyes closed and your back arched, your breasts pushing against his palms, your throat emitting the shyest moan.

“Oh, you like this a lot, don't you, Buttercup?” He snickered, bending down to kiss your neck. “Let me hear how good it feels, honey,” He murmured, sucking at your skin gently.

“Please, I want my shirt off, Jin.” That's all you managed to say, squeezing your thighs together once you realised he wasn't giving you anything to grind against.

“You want me to touch your naked skin?” He asked, making you grow even more desperate.

“Please. Jin…”

He looked at your face. It was absolutely adorable as it scrunched up in disappointment, a lovely pout making your lips rounder, softer, plumper. He kissed them briefly. “Sit up, lovely. Let's take this shirt off.” He murmured with a deep baritone timbre.

The shirt was gone in a second, his mouth latching on a nipple before you could even take off the shirt completely.

His hips ground against your belly, his erection pressing hard against your navel while you laid back down, his front arching away from you as his mouth stayed attached to your chest.

“Please, gimme…” You tried to speak, needing something to ease the pressure between your thighs, where your throbbing clitoris felt unforgivably neglected.

“What?” He asked, parting from your breast and looking so blissful and confused, like he didn't even know what was going on, like your breasts had given him a total reset and all he could remember, all he could ever want and do was to stay there and suck, completely oblivious to anything but the object of his lust.

“Need you down there,” was all you managed to say, still too high from the promises of pleasure.

He grinned *hazily. “Down where?” He asked, teasing and unforgiving.

You exhaled and whimpered. “I need you between my legs.”

“Between your legs where, Buttercup? Don't be shy.”

At that you snapped. “If you intend to keep sucking my nipples could you please kindly press your thigh against my clit? I need to grind on something and you're being too fucking uncooperative.”

He laughed almost hysterically. “Of course, Buttercup. See, was it so hard to ask?” He commented, almost too patronising.

“You're making me want to shut your mouth.” You replied, pushing your hips up and finally meeting his hard thigh, giving a low moan.

“Too bad that would keep me from doing this.” He said, sitting up slightly, grabbing the spoon from the bowl and pressing the cold metal to your areola, spreading a thick layer of ice cream there while your hot skin made it melt and dribble down.

“Fucking hell.” You said, watching as his tongue slid out and collected the rivulet of cream that was dangerously rolling down towards the sheets, almost staining them.

His eyes found yours and he grinned. “Feels good?”

You nodded. “Do that again, please.”

He obliged, this time reaching the peak and sucking it, his mouth opening wide as he tried to suck away as much dessert as possible.

Your left hand went to his head, holding him against your breast while your right one went to his ass, pressing it down so that your pelvis and his met, grinding against each other deliciously, his mouth leaving the sucking motion to release a heavy exhale.

“You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen and touched, Buttercup. They feel so soft and warm and good.” He murmured, so aroused it almost felt painful. “I love them so much.” He confessed, pressing them together and dipping his face in between, moving it side to side. “I love you so damn much, ____.”

He gave a few thrusts with his hips, before pressing his cock harshly between your bodies, your skin feeling so sensitive that you thought you could feel it throb against you.

“I want you inside.” You whispered, grinding into him in response. “Tell me you used a condom the other time.”

He nodded. “I always have.”

You nodded in reply. “You sure you’re clean?”

“I got tested before Grace. And she’s clean.” He said, slowing down at the mention of his ex.

You nodded. “I got checked after Edmund, for peace of mind. All safe.”

“Thank fuck.” He commented, biting the underside of your boob. “I can’t wait to feel you raw on me. If you’re okay with that.”

You confirmed, bobbing your head so energetically you thought it would detach from your neck. “Want to feel you cum inside.” You murmured while he bit his lip and got more ice cream, covering your other breast, the cold of the food and the spoon making you keen and purr. “Is this what you were doing while she made those sounds?”

He tutted and shook his head. “I’ve always wanted this with you. It would never please me as much with anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes. “Liar.”

He arched an eyebrow and stopped his licking and sucking motions, sinking his teeth into your flesh, eliciting a gasp from you, leaving his position only once he was sure he had left a mark. “What did you say?”

“That you’re a liar. That you like this more with me than with anyone else,” you replied, cocky and bratty.

Without thinking twice, he slapped your left breast violently, not even trying to be delicate.

You squealed, your whole body flinching before your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

“You think I would do this with just anyone?” He asked, almost angry, the hard bite in his voice scaring you just a little.

He eyed the other breast meaningfully, placing his hand there but not slapping the full curve until you shook your head yes, giving him permission.

The second blow had you losing your mind completely, your cunt so sensitive that you felt a heavy gush of arousal drip out of your entrance. “No, Jin.”

“Grip the headboard and stay still.” He said, sitting up and tugging your panties down, the fabric almost ripping at the aggressive movements. “Maybe you don’t get how much you turn me on, Buttercup.” He grinned, looking at you finally naked in front of him.  “Do you know how many times I saw those perky nipples under my shirts? How many times I thought about covering them in any food imaginable?”

You shook your head. “Maybe I wanted you to lay me on top of the kitchen table and shove your cock in my cunt and bruise my tits all over.” You replied, batting your lashes innocently. “Maybe call me your dirty little slut. Throw in a couple spanks.”

He stopped everything he was doing, entirely frozen.

“Is that how you like it?” He asked, completely focused on your reply.

You licked your lips. “With you I might like that, yes.”

“You want to be my dirty little slut?” He asked, staring into your eyes, quoting your words exactly.

You inhaled and nodded.

“You want me to degrade you?” He asked again, settling between your legs and rubbing your thighs.

Again, you shook your head yes.

“What if I called you my cockstarved whore?” He said, slightly hesitant.

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Why don’t you do that while squeezing my cheeks with one hand and slapping my tits with the other?”

He snickered. “You really are a filthy animal, uh?” He slapped your breast and bent down to your face. “You want me to use you like a fuckdoll, mh?”

“Yes, please.”

“I need to stretch you first, though, love.” He said, softening for a second. “Now, out of our little game here, I don’t want to hurt you like that, yes?”

Your mind sobered up for a minute as you listened to him.

“Listen to me now, Buttercup. We need a safeword, love.” He said, touching your face. “You okay with colours? Green is good, yellow is slow down, red is stop.”

“I’m good with that.” You replied, trying to reach his face with yours. “Can you kiss me, please?”

His expression turned longing and fond before he took his time, making love to your mouth with his, his kiss so deep and demanding and passionate until he felt how wet you were against his thigh.

“You’re drenched, doll.” He said, smirking at you. “I want to feel your pretty hand around my cock, Buttercup. Stroke me while I stretch you, love.”

You nodded, your hands leaving the headboard lightning fast sliding into his underwear with speed you doubted you could muster in any other circumstances.

“Fuck, you’re thick.” You said once your fingers wrapped around him.

“That’s what the stretching is for, Buttercup.” He grinned as he looked down at you. His fingers slipped into your slit effortlessly, your inner muscles gripping him immediately.

“And you’re tight. So damn tight.” He replied, bending down to lick at your chest, suctioning your areola into his mouth, shaking his head, making your whole breast bounce in a movement that was too mild to cause pleasure, weren’t it for the incredible amount of arousal circling in your bloodstream.

“Please, Jin. Inside. I’m begging. Please.” You pleaded, stroking him, feeling how long and thick and hot he was, filled with ridges and veins. And he was circumcised. None of your previous partners were.

You explored the differences with your fingers, the lack of skin there so interesting and unusual.

“You like that?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock flutter, a drop of precum leaving his slit.

You nodded as you caught his arousal, spreading over the soft, spongy tip, completely undisturbed by foreskin. “I want to see it.” You said before a long moan left your lips, his fingers hitting a sensitive spot inside you, rubbing it with slow movements of his index and middle finger, hooking them and pressing intensely against the smoothest patch of skin. “Oh, god.” You murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as he added his thumb on your clit.

“Cum on my fingers, Buttercup.” He growled. “Then I’ll let you see my cock. You need to cum first, though. Cum for me.”

While your hand stroked him lightly, absentmindedly, the rest of your body focused exclusively on the feel of his digits inside you. ‘I’m close’ was all you managed to say before your hips started following your high, your body becoming completely unresponsive to any semblance of control your mind tried to impose.

“Cum, love.” He said, and your whole being responded, your hand stilling, your breathing stopping, your eyes opening wide before closing again while ecstasy possessed you.

“Yes, love. That’s it. My filthy thing. Show me how you do it.” He spurred you on, watching your body contort in pleasure.

“Jin.” You whined, the first sound you managed to emit since you came apart for him.

“Yes.” He said, removing his thumb from your clit and adding another finger inside you, stretching you wide before you called a yellow.

He extracted his fingers and laid them flat against your mound. “I think I promised you my cock, uh?”

Grinning wildly, you agreed, trying to tug his boxers off. “I want it. I earned it. Give it to me.”

He snickered, cleaning his hand against your breast before collecting your taste and what was left of the gelato with the flat of his tongue. “How demanding.”

“I’ve waited four years. Can’t you just do me already?”

“We could have waited way, way less.” He said, taking the bowl with only a spoonful of molten ice cream, tipping it teasingly over your torso, drawing a line that went from your belly button to your mouth, which you opened wide, letting the liquid dribble in.

Seokjin stared in wonder, imagining something else spilling into your mouth. Once there was nothing left, he placed the bowl back on the bedside table, bending down and licking up the line of cream he had drawn, slowing down to make sure he didn’t leave too much of a mess.

By the time he reached your neck and chin, he was ready to explode with want, his whole body needing to claim, own, possess.

“Is my little slut ready?” He asked, lingering over your face. “Or does she need to learn some more patience?”

You shook your head, licking his lips. “Please.” You begged, your nails raking down his back.

“That’s a good slut. You’re begging for my cock?”

You nodded.

“And you’re so dumb for it you even lost your words?”

You nodded again, grinning.

“She’s the smartest little bean and still gets silly for my cock.” He smiled fondly, almost insultingly. “That’s my pretty fuckdoll.”

He laid down beside you, finally freeing his cock as he arched his hips off the bed and removed his underwear.

Your eyes focused on his dick immediately, the shaft so beautiful, covered in veins just like you had imagined when you had felt it underneath your fingertips.

“Dammit. It’s...” You bent over him, getting your hands on him, bringing your face closer to his crotch, wanting to learn every single detail by heart. “Jin.”

“What.” He replied before throwing his head back, his fingers going to the pillow and gripping it, his hand leaving the fabric to press his palm to his mouth.

You had teasingly taken his tip into your mouth, his skin feeling so smooth and hot, salty, your cheeks and tongue eager to squeeze him tentatively, feeling just how spongy his flesh felt.

He moaned sinfully. “You’re really hungry, aren’t you, my naughty slut.” His hand reached the crown of your head, caressing your head before pulling you off. “I wanna cum in your dripping cunt, Buttercup. Come up here.”

“What if I wanna blow you?” You teased, arching an eyebrow.

“Maybe I’ll let you do that for round four or something, come up here, let me fill that tight warm cunt.”

Closing your eyes, smiling slowly, you straddled his hips. “You’d better keep your mouth on my boobs in the process.”

He giggled. “Wouldn’t have it any different. Come here.” He opened his arms and you propped yourself on your elbows. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You cupped his cheek and waited for him to kiss you.

He obliged. “Feels so good to taste me on your tongue.” He murmured, stroking your back.

“I haven’t even properly taken you in my mouth.” You quipped, slightly petty.

He smiled and grabbed his cock, placing the tip against your entrance. “I’ll make up for it.” He kissed your cheek. “Take your time.”

You nodded and lowered yourself slowly. Taking the first few inches was blissful, the lack of barrier making him slide easily.

“Fuck, it feels good.” He growled. “You feel so warm and tight, love. You feel fucking amazing.”

You purred as you took some more, the stretch becoming more difficult. Your inner muscles contracted, making you come to a halt.

“Holy fuck.” He murmured, his hips pushing in before he managed to control himself. “Sorry, Buttercup, so sorry.” He apologised as you flinched. He kissed your face repeatedly. “I’m so sorry.” He touched your cheek.

“It feels good, but I need to—” You took more of him. “Go slow.”

He nodded and felt your breast against his palm, hanging heavy, right there for him to reach and touch and fondle and suck. “Sure thing, love.” He looked into your eyes. “Tell me how I can make it better.”

You shook your head. “Just hold me, please.”

He wrapped you in his arms just as you took all of him, sitting on him. “Yes, ____. You are so perfect.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in through your mouth. Slowly, you started rotating your hips, feeling how his cock filled you, pulsating inside you. “Jinnie. I love you.”

“I love you too, Buttercup.” He spoke gently, assisting you as you started riding him, his fingers gripping your hips gently.

“You’re so hot.” You whined, biting your lip, watching as his face contorted in pleasure. “I love you so much,” you said with a whimper, your inner walls constricting around him.

“Stop getting tighter, it feels too good.” He whispered, chuckling in desperation.

“Don’t you wanna fill me up?” You looked at him, batting your eyelashes. “I want you to. Please.” You spoke through a pout, moving faster on him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to keep himself grounded.

You slowly rose to a sitting position, leaving the warmth of his embrace. “Don’t keep me waiting.” You provoked him, spreading your tiny hands over his insanely wide chest, your nails teasing him just a little. “I know you want to watch me drip in your cum.”

He exhaled heavily before giving a deep, breathy laugh, like a short series of hiccups. “You think you deserve my cum, you dirty slut?” He licked his lips, observing your tits shake right in front of his face before slapping them, earning a moan from you. “You really like them slapped, uh? Let’s see if you like spanks too.” He taunted before landing a heavy smack on your ass, enjoying the squeeze of your kegels. “And that pussy likes to clench me so tight.” He grinned, watching as your hand reached your clit, your eyes closed, your hair messy around your face. “Yeah, touch yourself, Buttercup.”

Your gaze met his, your chest blushing as your high approached. “I’m close.”

“It’s okay, keep touching yourself, love. I want you to feel good, honey.” His hips thrust in from beneath, making the stimulation more intense.

“I’m cumming,” you whimpered, leaning even more into your hand as your angle shifted, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you.

As soon as your body crashed on his, Seokjin caught you, holding you close while his throbbing cock kept pistoning in and out of you, focusing on making your orgasm last as he started zeroing in on his own.

“Keep it up, love,” he growled sternly while he felt his restraint slip, “I’m gonna get my slut sloppy with my cum, then I’m gonna lay her on her back and keep it plugged inside her while I fill her up some more.”

You only sobbed and squealed as you felt him get absolutely wild, growling as he gave messier strokes before sinking in deep and staying there, his cock pulsating and spilling his release inside your sensitive walls.

“Goodness, fuck, love. Never had a cunt this good.” He growled, holding his position for a minute, both of you exhausted and breathing heavily.

“Are you really going to do that?” You asked as soon as you came to your senses.

He blinked. “What?”

“The flipping on my back and going for round two?” You asked, parting from him just enough to look him in the face.

“Am I soft?” He asked you, arching an eyebrow.

You squeezed him with your kegels, his lower lip disappearing between his teeth as he felt you get impossibly tighter. “No.” You replied, looking into his dark gaze.

“Then you have your answer.” He smirked before executing his power move, your back hitting the sheets while he adjusted himself on top of you. “Grab the headboard. Hold on tight.” He said before sliding out and snapping his hips forward, his dick hitting the deepest corner of your sex.

“Oh, damn.”

He chuckled ruthlessly. “Damn right.” He replied cockily, slamming into you again, setting a fast, angry pace, watching your lips open wide, his cock coaxing cry after cry from your throat. “Are you gonna cum for me again? Milk this cock with your juicy cunt?”

You nodded helplessly, arching your chest up, trying to get his attention on your nipples.

He bent down obediently, giving you exactly what you were silently asking, his tongue laving your left areola in lazy, teasing licks. “Touch your clit.” He commanded, feeling his edge come around.

While his cock kept ramming in and out of you, his mouth went to your throat, biting you, his neck contorting as he tried to pay more attention to your sensitive skin.

Your fingers reached your clit just as he sunk his teeth in the soft curve of your bosom.

“Jin, please.” You croaked, your hips meeting his while the room filled with the sound of skin smashing against skin, the headboard thumping against the wall, the feet of the bed scraping against the floor, his laboured breath interrupting once you felt his cock spill inside you again with the strange, pleasurable sensation of his cum spurting against your walls.

You whimpered, hoping you could still cum one more time, but ready to give that up, if need be.

“Come on, Buttercup. One more. I know you can.” He said, staying inside you, arching off of you and slapping your breast again. “I know you’re still hungry for my cock. Give me one more, my lovely little slut. Gimme more, love. I’m waiting for you.” He said, watching your fingers work your clit furiously.

“Again, Jin.” You whimpered, your voice breaking.

“This?” He asked, hitting again.

“Yes, Jin, Yes. Please, Seokjin.” You begged. “Please, I love you, please, make it good. Please, please, please.” You cooed and chanted, so lost in pleasure you felt your high peak and before it shoved you tumbling downhill, pleasure making you soar and precipitate, like a small bird in a storm.

“Oh, you’re cumming, Buttercup.” He observed delivering small hits to your nipples before pinching one, then the other, tweaking them energetically but carefully.

“Jin.” You whimpered in a long moan.

“Oh, yes, ____. It’s me love. You’re with me, love.” He said, just as you tried getting closer to him, your hand resting on your mound while your other arm wrapped around him.

“I love you.” You whispered, your breath calming down. “I’ll never stop saying it.”

He rolled the both of you on your sides, looking at each other.

“I love you too, Buttercup.” He whispered, bringing you closer to him. “We’re both so messy.”

“The ice cream got so sticky.” You complained sadly, giving him a tired look.

“We should shower.” He considered, kissing your lips.

“You really feel like standing up?”

He eyed you eloquently. “I haven’t even slid out of you yet.”

You hummed. “Don’t want you to.” You mused, nuzzling into him.

“We need to clean you up.” He said, stroking your hair fondly. “My adorable messy slut.” He said with the expression and tone of the most affectionate praise.

You purred under his touch, feeling something flutter in your guts. “Don’t say it if you’re not going to torture me afterwards.”

He chuckled. “Let’s clean you up and get some rest. I’ll give you round three if you behave.”

“And then I can blow you for round four?” You asked, eyes bright and inquisitive.

He outright laughed, the sound making you laugh too. “Maybe.” He said, cupping your cheek and pulling out of you slowly, grabbing his boxers to clean you up as delicately as possible before you both stood and walked to the bathroom.

Seokjin woke up around five am, his alarm telling him it was time to get ready for Sunday shift. He would come back in time to make you breakfast — and maybe make love to you afterwards.

Switching off the alarm, he slid out of your grip, your arm thrown possessively around his waist.

He caressed your face before kissing your forehead and stepping away, knowing that it would take a catastrophe to take himself away from you if he lingered for too long.

Your eyes opened when the alarm stopped, watching his back as he disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, he was fully dressed, only his shoes and coat missing. You opened your eyes as he pressed his lips to your cheek. “Bakery?” You asked. “Don’t you have someone for the morning shift?”

He shook his head. “I’ve been considering getting some help. At least for a couple mornings a week.”

You hummed and nodded. “I can come along if you need.”

He denied. “Stay here. I wanna find you sleepy and cosy when I come back. Remember round five?”

You smiled and hid into the pillow. “Yes, please.”

He smiled along. “Good. Go back to sleep, Buttercup. We’re going on our first date today.”

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 (7/7)

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“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU (Part 2/?)

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Part two! Thank you sooo much for the feedback on part one, I never expected it! Glad you guys like it so far. If you haven’t read part one, click here x Once again, if you’d like a part 3 / have suggestions / ect, just send a DM or ask! Here you go babessss :) 

Harry Styles: Hi

Y/n <3: Hi

Harry Styles: Why are you awake, it’s 3am?

Y/n <3: I could ask you the same thing, you messaged me first!

Harry Styles: You’re right. What’s up?

Y/n <3: Watching TV, you?

Harry Styles: Not much. Listening to The Beatles, y’know, normal night things.

Y/n <3: Never really got around to listening to them personally

Harry Styles: Omg reported and BLOCKED.

Y/n <3: Omg noooooo come back 

Harry Styles: Kiddinggggggg, but I have to make you listen to one of their albums sometime

Harry Styles: Are you free tomorrow?

Y/n <3: I have a shoot all day. I’m free the next day tho

Harry Styles: We could maybe do something then? The park?

Harry Styles: Unless you have a better idea, of course

Y/n <3: No that sounds great! What time?

Harry Styles: 7?

Y/n <3: Sure! :)

Harry Styles: Now, GO TO SLEEP!

Y/n <3: Only if you do!

Harry Styles: Okayyyy, goodnight!

Y/n <3: Goodnight!

Seen: 3:14am

As you crawled into bed, a feeling of satisfaction spread through you. He wanted to spend more time with you - that ought to be a good sign, right? “Maybe this could work out, after all,” was the last thing you thought before you fell asleep.

The next day was the usual whirlwind of events that occurred every shoot day - wake up early, take a cab over to the location (That particular day’s mystery place happened to be an old art studio), take another cab with some assigned lady to get you ready, another cab back to the location, then a whole day of photos. It was all a blur to you, so when the head of the whole operation thanked you at the end of the day, you were glad it was all over. Of course you adored your job, but considering the amount of sleep you’d gotten last night (Which, by the way, you did not regret one bit) you were thankful that in 45 minutes you’d be fast asleep.

What you did not expect, however, was for that little power nap to turn into a full 14 hours. By the time you woke up the next day, it was the crack of 11am. You sat up frantically, taking in your surroundings. You were still wearing your street clothes - jeans and a blouse - and a quick glance in the mirror revealed you hadn’t taken off your extravagant makeup, either. Trust me, it was not a pretty sight. You scrambled for your phone, and aside from all of the usual twitter notifications, DM requests, and messages from Ella and Harry (Which you were over the moon about), you noticed that you had 4 missed calls. From, none other than Harry.

You quickly clicked on his contact and dialed up his number. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hi!” He said cheerfully.

“Hey,” you laughed. “Why did you call me? Four times, to be exact?”

“Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight. But then I got worried when you didn’t answer, so I called again to make sure everything was alright.”

“And again, and again.”

“Correct,” he laughed.

“Rough photoshoot. I was exhausted, and it wasn’t all that exciting. By the time I got home, I was asleep. Literally. I slept for 14 hours straight.”

Harry laughed so hard on the other end that you had to move your phone away from your ear for a couple of seconds so he could calm down. “Oh, wow, I... well, I guess it’s not that funny. That’s awful. You should’ve gotten more sleep the night before!”

“I would’ve, but somebody just had to message me at 3am!”

Cue another round of laughter. “Oh my god... look, I’m sorry, I really am! I didn’t know you had to wake up so early. I won’t message you so late into the night anymore, I promise.”

“Don’t promise that! I quite liked it. Besides, all of those shoots are the same. Nothing worth remembering, if you ask me.”

“Alright, alright, fine. But are we still on for later? If you’re still tired, we can reschedule...”

“No! After twice the amount of sleep I usually get, I feel like I could run a marathon. Seven?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. Gives me enough time to adjust myself to reality.”

This sent both of them into bouts of laughter.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you then?”

“You’ve got it! Bye!”

“Bye! And for the love of god try not to fall asleep this time, yeah?” He cracked himself up.

“I’ll try!” You replied as you hung up. You sighed, smiled, and then leaned against your headboard, though not for long. You had things to do - number one, get a shower.

Flash forward a few hours, and you were all set. You were wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse, similar to yesterday’s outfits, just with less smeared makeup and bedhead. You had even managed to listen to a few albums while you were doing your hair. You quickly ate a salad for supper, confirmed the meeting spot with Harry, then headed out the door.

You arrived 10 minutes early, and to your surprise, Harry was already there again. 

“How did you get here before me?” You laughed as you walked up to him. “I left even earlier than last time, specifically to race you!”

“Oh, I have my ways,” he grinned. “So, would you like to know what I have planned?” 

“Enlighten me,” you prompted as you began walking past the bushes and flowerbeds with him, admiring his bold, light purple flared pants and white top.

“Well, first we walk through the park. Then, I have a reservation booked for La Sedbe Hyudge. If that sounds okay to you, that is.”

La Sedbe Hyudge was one of the most exclusive clubs in New York. Reservations were crazy expensive, and that’s not including the price of the food and drinks.

“Oh, Harry, you really didn’t ha-”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. The reservation’s already made; there’s no turning back now,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him. “Well, we can just split the final bill.”

“No,”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about it!” 

You sighed. “Okay,” you finally agreed. “Well, anyways, tonight sounds like it will be great fun. Thank you.”

Harry nodded, looking around. You had to admit it, the scenery of the park was very nice. The gardener(s) here must be paid awfully well.

“So, I listened to Fine Line.”

Harry perked up. “Oh?”

“It was - and I’m not just saying this because I li- we’re friends - but it was incredible. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Harry was trying to hide his smile, but he was failing miserably. “Well, that’s good,” he concluded nonchalantly. 

“No, really! I have Golden stuck in my head. It’s beautiful. And don’t even get me started on Lights Up.”

“You didn’t see the music video, did you?”

“..Yeah?”

“Oh, wow.”

“It was ARTSY!” You laughed, Harry clearly getting embarrassed. “No, in all honestly, it was great.”

“Well, I’m glad you think that,” he smiled. “I wish I could say the same to you, but you don’t sing, obviously.”

“Not my forte, honestly. I was in choir in elementary, but that’s pretty much it. Never really had any interest in the preforming arts. No offense.”

“None taken. I’ve always liked singing, but I didn’t think I’d pursue it as a career. I was very happy at my old job, thank you very much.”

“What was your old job?”

“...”

“...”

“I used to work in a bakery.”

“No way!” “That’s adorable,” you thought as the two of you rounded a corner of the path.

“Yes way! Not to brag, but I was very good at making cinnamon rolls.”

“Now, isn’t that something.”

“That’s not all - macaroons.”

“Oh my god, marry me.”

You continued goofing off for the rest of the walk. You talked about Netflix shows and whether Summer or Winter was the superior season in the taxi, and the best way to make Kraft dinner on the sidewalk. By the time you walked into the restaurant and sat down, you were discussing the importance of a good facemask.

“I don’t know. I just can’t believe you do them.”

“I can’t believe you don’t.”

“Why should I?”

“Do you want me to go over the health benefits again?”

You sighed. “No. I just do not have the patience.”

“For me to explain it again or facemasks in general?”

You smiled. “Both.”

Harry laughed rather loudly, gaining a few odd looks from some stuck-up diners. “You’re lucky you’re cute, y/n.”

Before you could respond, a waiter walked over to your table. “And what could I get for the couple this evening?” He asked.

You and Harry looked at eachother and tried to supress laughter.

“Well, I don’t know about my husband here,” you start, looking over at Harry with a grin. He’s staring back at you and you are positive that he’s gonna blow it at any second, but you decide to keep going, “But I’ll have a glass of red wine.”

“Whatever you want, dear, so I guess I’m driving,” Harry shrugged. “I will have water, please.”

The waiter nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

 As soon as he was out of earshot, the two of you burst out laughing.

“That.. was.... amazing!” Said Harry between laughs.

“I know right!” You agreed. “We have to keep it going all night.”

“YES,” he nodded as a group of teenage girls walked past the table, also laughing uncontrollably.

Then, the waiter returned. “For the lady,” he said as he placed down a glass of  wine. You immediately picked it up and took a sip. 

“For the main course, I’ll have the steak, please,” said Harry in his very-best fancy voice.

“I too,” you said, giggling and taking another sip.

The waiter nodded and headed back to the kitchen. The two of you laughed again. 

Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your purse. “It’s probably nothing,” you thought, choosing to ignore it. But then it went off again. And again. And again.

“You should probably get that,” said Harry, looking at your bag.

“Nah, it’s probably nothing.”

“Alright. I gotta run to he bathroom, and then I’m gonna order a drink for myself, okay?”

“Okay,” you said as you watched him get up. “Bring me back a glass too!”

You watched him walk over to the mens room. Your phone buzzed. He pushed open the door. Your phone buzzed. The door shut behind him. You reached down and pulled out your phone.

Ella: Oh my god

Ella: Y/n

Ella: Where are you right now

Ella: Are you with anybody?

Ella: ?????

Ella: Y/N

Ella: CHECK UR PHONE

You quickly typed up a response, although you were confused as to why she was so worried all of a sudden.

Y/n: I’m at the Sedbe Hyudge with Harry, why?

Ella: *Sent a set of photos*

Ella: Check twitter for more.

You clicked on the photos. The first was a screenshot of an update account, saying that you and Harry were in the park. Then, another tweet from the same account, saying you were at this restaurant. Then, photos of you in the park. And then, photos of you at the restaurant. Under that were screenshots of twitter users.

@Cocopopstyles: I just want Harry to take me on a date like he does with y/n, is that TOO MUCH TO ASK. They’re TOO CUTE.

@Y/nxxxxstyles: ANOTHER WIN FOR THE SHIPPERS THEY’RE AT THE SEDBE HYUDGE DHHHVDHBDCHUDB YES

@HSDaily: Ew lmfao she’s so ugly PLS 

@Stylessssmaple: “I ain’t saying she’s a golddigger, but she ain’t messing with no broke....”

@LaylaHoran: I heard that they were talking to the waiter like they’re an actual couple. A few girls overheard it, idk their @’s tho.

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Really?? Omg that’s pretty quick tbh. Weren’t they first seen together days ago?

@LaylaHoran replying to @LarryStylisonobvs: Yeah apparently. Idk what’s going on. Is she a PR stunt or not???

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Not to be a bluegreener but she could be a beard... we’ve gotten so much content from them in the past 72 hours like.... are u gonna tell me there’s no contract in there at all?????

@Y/nsflowers: Y/n looks so good in the new pap photos pLEASE MARRY ME MA’AM.

@Y/L/Nsummertime: Y/n is over lmfao can she please cut the bullshit. Wbk she’s in it for the money. The job, the PR stunts, the boyfriend...

@TheDailyPoolsideNews: Model y/n and ex-boyband star spotted out in the town! Will this be the next Hollywood snoozefest?

There was more, but Harry was already back at the table, carrying two glasses and setting them down, smiling. All of a sudden, you had this really sick feeling. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You took your drink as he sat down. Not wanting to say anything in case it ruined the night, you took a sip and put your phone back in your purse.

“Everything alright?”

You looked up. “Yeah.”

Harry stared at you. You stared back jokingly, trying to break the tension. Harry’s phone started ringing. “Oops,” he frowned, “thought I turned this off...”

“You can take it, it’s okay. I checked my phone before. Plus, I need to use the washroom.”

“Okay,” he smiled as you stood up, smiling back. As you were walking away, you heard him talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Hey, Nial- what? No, I am, why-”

You pushed into the womens room and locked yourself in a stall. “What the hell is going on?”

You sit there for a few minutes, trying to collect your thoughts and give Harry some time to finish his conversation. Someone had seen the two of you at the park and in the restaurant, so what? Some people liked you, and some people didn’t. Okay, that’s understandable. Some people hated you. That’s fine, you don’t care. But people still think you and Harry are a PR stunt. This is only your second date! And it’s not eve a date! It’s just a... you put your head in your hands, then sit up, not wanting to smudge your mascara. You reach for your phone, only to remember you left it in your purse, which was currently on the floor next to your chair next to Harry. God.

And, to make matters worse, he had gotten a phonecall and from what you had heard when you were walking away, he sounded worried. Perfect! That was probably his management. Or, better yet, one of his friends doing the same thing Ella had done to you. Suddenly, you jumped up and walked back out to the table. He was fiddling around with his napkin. When he saw you, his face lit up. You didn’t buy it.

“Hi, sorry, it was just one of my friends. He wanted to t-”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said, politely cutting him off.

Harry was taken back by this, but not for long. He wasn’t fazed easily. “Oh, okay. That’s good. Sorry for taking so long. Oh, and I don’t want this anymore, so if you want it, you can fill yours up. Otherwise, I’m just gonna give it to the waiter when he comes back.”

You never drank too much. You knew three glasses would be awful for you. But you took his and filled yours up, because “I don’t want to waste anything. This place is so expensive.”

Soon after, the waiter dropped off your meals. Harry was speaking less, more unsure of himself than before, but you didn’t notice. You made polite small talk, but it wasn’t like your antics from before. Yet when you were leaving, you did not split the bill. Harry still paid.

When you walked outside, it was dark. You hadn’t expected it. You laughed. Harry laughed. “Let’s wait over here for a taxi, yeah?”

You nodded and followed him. You sat on a bench. Harry messaged somebody. You swung your feet a little. Harry took a call. You stayed seated, watching people walk by. Harry came back over and helped you walk to the taxi, arm around your back. You tried to tell him you didn’t need his help, but he didn’t listen. 

Harry gave the taxi driver his address. You gave him yours, but he didn’t listen. You spoke up again, but Harry told you not to worry; you could spend the night with him. You nodded.

Harry helped you out of the taxi. You didn’t fight back. You tried to pay for the taxi, but he wouldn’t take your money. You held his hand as you walked through the doors of his apartment building, got in the elevator, got to his apartment. He sat you down on the couch and went off to his room. He came back shortly after.

“I don’t have any pyjamas for you.”

“Why would I need pyjamas?” You laughed a little, and then a lot.

Harry smiled. He went back to his room and came back with a shirt still wrapped in plastic and a bag.

“Here. The bathroom is over there. There’s makeup wipes on the counter.” He helped you up and you walked over. 

“Why do you have makeup wipes? Do you wear makeup?”

“Yep!” Said Harry. “Just turn the lock to the left. It’s tricky sometimes, try it a few times if it doesn’t work, yeah?”

“That’s so cool, can you show me your makeup sometime?”

“Yep! Maybe after you get your pyjamas on.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm!”

You shut the door and turned the lock, though you doubted you’d need it. You took off your fancy clothes and put on a pair of brand new too-big black sweatpants and a too-big pink t-shirt. Why did you need pyjamas again? Harry hadn’t answered. He wasn’t sending you home in pyjamas, was he? Uh oh.

You walked out. Harry was in the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

“A drink.”

“Water?”

“Wine, dummy.” You cracked up at this.

“You’ve already had more than enough. C’mon, let’s go to the living room.” He grinned. 

“Whyyyyyy?”

Harry smiled patiently. “C’mon, y/n. We can watch a movie or something.”

“Okay. Wait - can I just have orange juice instead?”

“Of course.” He grabbed a can of juice and then walked into the living room. You followed. There were pillows and blankets on the couch, and Disney+ was set up.

“Ooou, fancy,” you laughed.

Harry crawled under the blankets. You did too. He laughed. So did you. Why were you even upset with him in the first place? You couldn’t remember. Harry grabbed the remote and turned on some show you’ve never heard of before. The Mandalorian, whatever that was. You leaned your head on Harry’s shoulder. It wasn’t even boring - why were you falling asleep? 

Harry closed his eyes - he was tired, too, but for different reasons. You listened to his breathing get slower. You held him tightly. You held him back. 

“Friends don’t hold friends that way,” you thought to yourself. “But who cares?”

You fell asleep. So did he.

You forgot about the stunt rumours. So did he.

He forgot about how his friend called him in a panic, not wanting this relationship to get ruined for him like the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that. About how he really, really liked you, but couldn’t act on it. He wanted to give you the world. Yes, he fell too quickly, too easily, but who could blame him?

And you forgot about Ella in the same panic. She didn’t want this to get ruined for you, of course, because this was your first shot, your first love (Although not that she’d know - you had to admit you had been a bit distant with her since you met Harry.) She didn’t want you to fall into the hands of the public eye. She wanted to make sure you were safe. She wasn’t sure if you should trust Harry, so of course she should be worried.

But you trusted him.

And he trusted you.

And everything is okay.

Until 3am.

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hi love! can I request a Bucky Barnes x trans!female reader fic? Reader has had a lot of bad experience with guys in terms of dating and so when Bucky decides to boldly and honestly flirt with her at a stark party, reader is surprised and shocked that someone *actually* likes her. Bucky finds this appalling and takes her out on a fun date. thank you!!

Hi love, thank you so much for the request! I’ve got the other two from you and the ideas in my head right now.. i feel like i’m about to explode! 

I was going to upload this tomorrow but tbh, i’m too excited about it so imma give it to you now, the other two will be uploaded between now and Thursday.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Trans!Female Reader 

Warnings: Fluff overload 

Word Count: 1,504

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @sunoficarus go check them out 💙

I Like You

You don’t know why you even bothered coming here in the first place, but yet here you are. 

One of many parties thrown by Tony Stark who by the way dragged you here. 

You make sure to greet everyone that you know, sending soft and welcome smiles to those you don’t before you make your way over to the bar and sit down. 

You order a porn star martini and tap your heel on the side of the stool, glancing around the room to see what everyone is up to.

That’s when a soothing voice breaks you from your daze, causing you to jolt slightly.

“Sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” you turn your head to find him sitting next to you... Bucky Barnes.

You know of him, seen him around at other events but you’ve never spoken to him. He’s a friend of Steve’s but you and Steve aren’t all that close so he never introduced you to him.

“It’s fine, my own fault for daydreaming i guess” you giggle nervously. 

He’s hot, of course he is but he’d never like you back. A girl can fantasise though, right?

You’ve never really had a proper relationship, or at least one that counted. Sure you’ve dated but it never ended well. The guys were all jerks and you began to give up hope of a guy actually ever treating you right.

The last one lasted a good 4 months, he was nice enough for a while and then bam, he cheated. 

Tony has tried to set you up a couple times, so have Natasha and Wanda but it’s not your style, being set up that is.

You’re picky and prefer to scout the guys out yourself rather than have someone do it for you and besides, you’re enjoying the single life right now. Being alone and having time to yourself to focus on work and building your confidence up. 

“So, i’ve seen you around a lot, you know at these parties” he speaks up, you sip at your drink.

“Yeah, i’ve seen you too. You’re Steve’s friend right?” he nods, you do too. 

“I gotta say though, i’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while tonight. I just, every time i tried to, i got too nervous” he chuckles, your eyes widen. 

You make him nervous?

Why?

“I’m sure i don’t” you look around the room, avoiding his eyes. 

He doesn’t like you, you’re just taking it the wrong way. The man is probably nervous around new people. You’re not his type, surely.

“You do, i’m sure you get that everywhere you go right?” 

Okay, what is his deal?

“I actually don’t” he looks shocked, his jaw practically falls to the floor, his eyes grow wide and he shakes his head.

“What?”

“Are you single?”

What even is this?

“I am indeed, yourself?” he nods in response. 

How can a guy like him be single?

“I’m sorry i just, i never expected you to be sing-” you cut him off.

“What is this huh? Some sort of prank? You chatting to me to win a bet?” you snap, your words coming off meaner than intended. 

“N-no, it’s not a bet. I like you or at least like how you look. I just, i’ve heard so many great things from everyone and you’re beautiful. I just wanted to ask you out but didn’t wanna jump straight in before probing a bit that’s all. I’ll leave to it, sorry for the trouble”

He gets off stool, your heart sinks, you stop him.

“Wait” 

He turns around

“I’m sorry”

“It’s not every day that i have guys flirt with me so i just, i got a bit defensive. I guess i just assume that no one would want to even talk to me let alone find me attractive” you look down at your hands but not for long.

He lifts your head up with his finger under your chin.

“Well then they are fools and i better snap you up whilst the queue is short” you can’t help but giggle again. He’s funny not to mention very hot.

“So is that a yes then?” he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for your answer.

“It’s a yes” you sip your drink, getting off the stool.

You lean closer, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“Great, i guess i should get your number then right?” you take the phone from his shaky hands, typing the number into it before walking away.

“Text me your address gorgeous and i’ll pick you up at 8:00″ you smile as you walk away from him and into the sea of people.

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Okay Y/N pull yourself together, this is not the time to get the nerves. 

He’ll be here any minute. It’s 7:58pm and he said he’d be here at 8:00.

You have 2 minutes to pull yourself together.

*3 KNOCKS* 

That’s him, omg. He’s early.

You let out a deep breath, trying to relax your tensed shoulders. 

He mentioned that he wanted you to dress casual so you have on some high waisted black jeans with a yellow top, thin straps and low back. You check yourself out in the mirror before grabbing your bag and coat and heading to the door.

You open it to reveal him stood there, jeans and a white shirt. He looks so good. You feel your legs turn to jelly at the sight.

“WOW” he ogles you, not even trying to hide it.

“What?” you smirk

“You just look really good. I don’t feel good enough to be going on a date with you” you wave him off and step outside.

“Oh shush, you look good too by the way. Anyways where are we going?” he shrugs. 

“That my dear is a surprise” he tuts at you.

His hand brushes past yours as you walk, still unsure of where he’s taking you.

“So, tell me about yourself. How long have you been single?” you sigh at his question.

“A year now. I’ve not had the best experience with guys. They all ended up using me for sex or cheating i guess”

“God, i’m sorry to hear that. Steve mentioned about you being you know”

You laugh again.

“Trans? Yeah you can say the word you know it’s not a swear word. But yeah, i find a lot of men lately just want to mess around or have a girl but not be too serious about her and i grew tired of it so i decided to stay away. So when you approached me at the party, i didn’t think in a million years someone would actually like me and want to talk let alone be nervous to talk to me”

He takes a hold of your hand, holding it as you talk.

“So how come you’re single?” 

“Well let’s just say women do like me but not the ones i want” you feel your cheeks heat up.

“So what is your type?”

“I like women with something to them. Women who are independent, sassy and of course women who are sexy”

He lets go of your hand, coming to a halt.

“Of course i don’t just want anyone though. I want you. I know that’s cliche but yeah. So i plucked up the courage to ask you out and here we are” he gestures to the sight in front of you.

“A fairground. OMG” you squeal, taking his hand in yours and running through the entrance.

He gets you some tokens for the rides and attractions. 

First up, bumper cars.

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“Alright alright, you won. Happy now?” you roll your eyes.

“Ecstatic” 

You can’t help but smile from ear to ear as you grip onto your giant panda stuffed toy that Bucky won you at one of the games.

“This panda is quite literally the fluffiest and the largest thing ever. He’s going to be taking up a whole lotta room in my house” 

You walk side by side, back to your place.

“What you gonna name him?” 

“James” 

He told you his first name, so it only seemed right to name the panda after him. After all, he did win it for you.

“Very cute” 

“Just like you then huh”

You come to a stop as you reach your house.

“So this me” you nod.

“I had the best time tonight” you second that.

You look into his eyes, getting lost in them. It doesn’t take much.

You see him leaning closer, you follow. Your heads both tilt, coming closer until your lips touch.

The kiss is magical, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

“I’d love to see you again”

“I can’t say i blame you. When?” 

He looks shocked, as though he can’t believe you want to see him again too.

“How’s Friday?” your smile is getting bigger.

“Perfect”

“I’ll see you then” 

And with that, he presses another kiss to your lips, a little more open mouthed this time.

“Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Bucky” you walk away, swaying your hips.

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Any thoughts on Annabeth and Percy as parents? Poseidon just changing his cap from Neptune's lucky cap to world's saltiest grandpa sjsjsns

World’s Saltiest Grandpa is the FUNNIEST fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life and it’s definitely happening jskddlsjfdkls

anyway I feel like the first one would definitely be a. uh. happy surprise™

like, they haven’t been married for a full year and are still settling into their new lives and one day Grover comes over to hang with Annabeth and he senses™ something and is like ‘hey….sweetie….why don’t we go to the drugstore’ and she starts flipping out lmao

anyway once she gets 3 positive tests she starts going into Planning mode, she’s got Grover there and she’s acting all rational and she’s talking about it to Piper and Hazel in their gc and she seems very calm and happy, and they’re coming up with cute ways to tell Percy right

like they started planning out a whole sweet little reveal thing

but then Percy gets home from work and this poor fucker isn’t even all the way in the door when she just screeches from across the room “I’M PREGNANT” and he’s like “W H A T”

so they’re screaming in excitement for most of the night after that lmao

if you think this isn’ t the biggest fucking gossip on Olympus then you’ve got another thing coming

Aphrodite has swooned 12 different times since the news drooped. Hera is screaming. Hestia is about to fucking set up camp in the Jackson’s backyard. Poseidon won’t shut the fuck up about how excited he is. Zeus is quaking. Apollo is weeping and has written multiple dramatic poems about this event. Athena is torn between fuming and excitement. Artemis has shown up to every single fucking doctor’s appointment disguised as a nurse. We’re talking 24/7 coverage on Hephaestus TV, baby

Annabeth is one of those bitches that lowkey thrives being pregnant. constantly glowing. everyone in her birthing classes hates her lmao

Percy 100% gets sympathy cravings and you KNOW it

Sally broke the world record for ‘worlds longest scream’ when she found out she’s SO excited

Piper literally will not stop buying baby stuff like every single week they get more packages of toys and clothes from her

Meanwhile Hazel and Frank won’t stop knitting baby blankets and hats and Leo built a fucking magical crib that would turn into a fucking indestructible barrier if a monster ever attacked AND includes a built in holographic light that will make the room look like it’s underwater

Percy and Annabeth are constantly just talking to the bump and not even in the cutesy way like she’ll fucking be at work and be giving out instructions and then go ‘that sounds good, doesn’t it _(baby name)_?’ or ‘Linda, ____ thinks that’s a terrible idea’ while looking down at her stomach and her coworkers think it’s hilarious

or they’ll be arguing about something and Percy’ll be like ‘Yeah, well, at least ____ agrees with me!’ lmao

She wakes up one day to find Percy put headphones on her stomach and is blasting Adele on them and she’s like ‘it’s classical music to make them smarter, Percy’ and he’s like ‘yeah but SOMEONE in this house needs to not be emotionally stunted so I’m giving them a chance’ jfsksdf

100% Nico has received a desperate phone call in the middle of the night because Annabeth’s craving shit that they can’t get anywhere near them at 3 am so he had to go on a shadow travel run to get it for her lmao

Her mood swings get so insane but like remember on Parks and Rec when Ann was pissed at Chris for just being. TOO supportive? 100% percabeth antics

Annabeth is So Determined to work through her pregnancy and not go on leave and it’s driving Percy absolutely insane

Every single morning he’s just like babe please….be a sane human… lmao

when she went into labor it was. hectic

they had been trying to plan a trip to either CHB or CJ so she could deliver with like Actual Healers who won’t get freaked out if people zapped into the room and also they’d be near family right 

and then the kid was like what if,,,,,,,,I came more than a month early. wouldn’t that be fun

lmao so cut to a scene of Percy speeding down the streets of their little town, both of them screaming their heads of, a fucking flock of owls tailing after their car,

there’s a heavy thunderstorm happening and Percy’s screaming ‘hey ZEUS! NOT THE FUCKING TIME ASSHOLE!!!!’ lmao

so they get to the hospital right. Poseidon and Athena beat them there and brought their mortal families with them lmao

Everyone’s a mess. Fredrick is about to faint and Helen and Paul are trying to get him to pull it together. Estelle is terrorizing Bobby and Matthew so those three are barely paying attention to the baby situation. Sally and Athena have already threatened five different medical professionals to get Annabeth some drugs. Poseidon is practically fucking vibrating 

While Annabeth is getting all settled in Percy starts calling all their friends to tell them and they are SO OFFENDED that they DARE to be in another state whilst Annabeth is delivering so everyone starts fucking scrambling to get there

Nico and Hazel shadow travel themselves, Frank, Reyna and Piper over. Leo, Calypso, Grover, Chiron, Rachel and Thalia physically wrangle Apollo into driving them there in his chariot. Magnus and Alex had to blackmail Sam to fucking fly them there. everyone else had to fend for themselves. everyone is screaming

just….imagine that fucking waiting room

Artemis did in fact disguise her way onto the delivery team and Percy’s just like….please don’t shoot my wife with an arrow. it’d be awesome if you refrained from doing that,

a nurse tried to tell Thalia that the delivery room was family only and she screamed and knocked her out before running into the room lmao

Grover’s hyperventilating practically the entire time and because of the empathy link Percy’s like dude YOU are freaking ME out so that’s a whole situation 

between all the chaos in the waiting room and all the yelling in the delivery room this maternity wing has literally never been so stressed out before lmao

Annabeth looses all concept of cool and is yelling at the doctor even as she’s pushing

Percy’s hand ends up fractured 

Fredrick is streaming all this on his facebook live and Annabeth is cursing him out whenever the contractions pass

but overall it was a good, safe delivery! no arrows through the chest!

Poseidon, storming into the waiting room, screaming at the top of his godly lungs: IT’S A BOY

everyone in the waiting room:

I don’t feel like coming up with names right now but the middle name IS Charles and NO I am not accepting any dissenting opinions on that

everyone’s crying while they rotate in and out to see them lol

Apollo’s trying to prophecy about how Amazing the kid will be and Percy’s got riptide out and is like ‘he is LITERALLY 3 hours old’ 

Pry This Baby Out Of Sally Jackson’s Arms, I Dare You

after a while the people that had to get there themselves start appearing and making even more of a scene. Like Clarrise just bursts through the doors holding the biggest teddy bear she could find and says absolutely nothing but scowls at everyone who looks at her while she’s holding the baby. the Stolls are fucking climbing in through the window holding a bunch of a balloons. Hedge is making mildly obnoxious jokes. all that

but anyway once they get settled back home and everything. they are the MOST paranoid first time parents lmao

every single little noise this child makes has them on edge. they tiptoe constantly. whom needs sleep

baby doctor on speed dial. “why’d he stop eating???!!?” “…maybe he’s…full?” “…oh.”

but when they’re not busying worrying they have the Cutest Fucking Baby In The World, good for them

Annabeth suddenly realizes taking leave makes sense. her and Percy are like glued to this kid. so many pictures. so many videos. 

once he gets a little older and they have to, like, have Lives again, Percy constantly brings him to the aquarium with him and it’s. CUTE.

the baby LOVES looking at all the fish and petting dolphins omg

okay I’m tired so this is getting away from me but overall I’d see them having like maybe 3 or 4 kids. 

all super cute. all smart. all get up to whacky antics.

add onto this if anyone wants to lol but….iconicly cute parents percy and annabeth thank you goodnight

[kyuflix]

➤ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄| 𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄:  angst as always, tiny fluff at the beginning if you squint

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:  weapons, violence, blood, a lot of swearing, some creepy guy, a little/tiny plot twist at the end

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: changbin was always there for Y/N. right?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒:  +4k (almost 5k)

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: this took me so long because of school oh my god. but now that I’m on holiday, i have more time to write. at least I hope so. i hope you enjoy this! and let me know if you caught my little plot twist. it isn’t one directly but one for me because i actually didn’t plan for it to end the way it did. anyway, i hope you enjoy it!

That’s it. That's finally it. You handed in your last project to your professor. You bowed at him with a small smile and walked out of the room. Once you closed the door a heavy sigh escaped your lips. With closed eyes, you leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. 

“Yo, you finally finished?” To say you were shocked was an understatement, you flinched, a small scream rippling through your throat and banged your elbow against the wall. 

“What in the actual-” when you opened your eyes your expression darkened immediately as you saw the small smirk on his lips. You furrowed your eyebrows and shot your hands in the air. “Changbin what the fuck! Are you trying to kill me?” Said boy laughed and leaned his side against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Actually, I’m not. Now move aside shorty, you’re not the only one that has to hand in their projects.” Your scowl deepened at the choice of his nickname and you puffed your cheeks as you crossed your arms in front of your chest like him. “I am not short, thank you very much! Besides you’re short yourself!”

A chuckle left his lips as he pushed himself off the wall and walked toward you. As he was only inches away from you he leaned into your ear and whispered. “Still taller than you. Shorty.” With that he opened the door and disappeared into the room, leaving you with a blushed face and all flustered. “Seriously what’s with this guy.” You mumbled under your breath and started walking in the direction of your locker.

As you opened your locker, a small note flew out of it and landed on the ground. You cocked your head to the side and bent down to pick it up. “I’m watching you.” You read out loud. You took a good look around you, nothing. The hall was completely empty besides you. “Must be some kind of prank.” You mumbled and threw the little note in the nearest trashcan. With your books now in your locker, you locked it again, your feet carrying to the library.

You spent most of your time in the library to study as much as you could as it was exam season. Not this time though, you were finally finished with writing all of your exams, essays, and projects. Now you could enjoy the next weeks with no studying. Maybe hang out with your friends again, as you were so busy with school stuff you didn’t hang out with any of them.

The library was empty, just like you expected at this time of the day. It was currently lunch, so the students were all gathered in the cafeteria. Well most of the students, some just kept lounging on the school grounds or in your case in the library. 

You placed your backpack on a chair and wandered to the section of the library that had your favorite books in it. You skimmed the titles, looking for something that caught your interest. You slid your fingers over the back of the books. You took out one of your favorite books and slid your fingers over its cover as you walked back to your seat, only to find it already taken by none other then Changbin.

You sighed as your eyes landed on his figure casually sitting there his head propped up by his hands behind his head and his legs crossed over the chair next to him with his eyes closed. A small smirk crept on your lips as you an idea went to your mind. Slowly, you tiptoed as to not make any sounds behind him and slammed the book onto the desk with all of your might. 

Changbin jumped out of the chair and landed on the ground, his eyes wide. You bit your lip to try and not laugh but you couldn’t hold it in and started laughing. Changbin looked at you through hooded eyes with a scowl on his face as he stood up and rubbed his back. “Very funny shorty.” You nodded with a smile on your face and pointed your finger at him. “Payback bitch.” Your smile grew wider and you plopped down on the seat, previously occupied by Changbin. He shook his head but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you kept laughing at him. “I guess I deserved that.” He shrugged and sat back down. 

You opened the book and took a quick glance at Changbin who was already looking at you. “What?”

“What?” He mimicked you with a smirk and you groaned. “What do you want? You’re following me. Why are you not with the others. Did you fight again? Changbin I swear to god if you-” He cut you off. “No, I didn’t. Everything’s okay. Are you though?” His question caught you off guard. You blinked a few times and furrowed your eyebrows. 

“What do you mean. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Bullshit Y/N. I know you since we’ve been kids and I think I know you very well. So what is it? Do you think that I haven’t been noticing your eyebags or that you’ve gotten visibly thinner? Tell me what’s wrong, you know you can talk to me Y/N.” You sighed and closed your eyes for a second. “I told you everything’s fine Changbin.” You spoke through gritted teeth and looked away. You couldn’t meet his stare. Not when you were lying to him and Changbin perfectly knew that.

“Y/N I know you. We’ve been the closest friends since forever. Now tell me what’s been bothering you. You know that I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on so tell me.” He put his hand on your arm and gently stroked it. 

You blinked back the tears that were forming in your eyes. You smiled and looked at him. “I just feel so empty right now Changbin. I’ve been studying my ass off, just living off of tons of coffee. My parents constantly shout at me for doing something wrong. I-I just can’t take this anymore. On top of that work is just complete shit. The customers are all so rude. My boss always makes me work overtime these days. It’s all too much.” Changbin pulled you in his arms and you broke down. He patted your back to try and comfort you as he couldn’t form words that would comfort you.  

You sniffled and pulled back wiping your tears away. You smiled at him and smiled back at you as he wiped a stray tear away. “Everything’s going to be okay. I’m here for you you know? If you need a place to crash, I’m here. If you want to talk, I’m here. If you want someone to talk some fucking sense into your boss, I’m here. Y/N, I’m here. I’ve always been and always will. You pulled him back into a hug and nuzzled your face into his neck.

’‘Thank you Changbin. I love you.” He was sure that you didn’t mean it in the way he wanted you to, but he couldn’t help himself as his face flushed and his heart started beating faster. 

Oh, how whipped he was for you. He would do anything for you.

“Y/N, a frappuccino for table 7!” You sighed and started working on the order. Your eyes followed the retreating figure of your coworker, as she put on her coat, bid your boss goodnight and walk out of the door. You scowled, you were supposed to already be out this cafe 2 hours ago. But once again, your boss made you work overtime. And of course, as if it couldn’t even get any worse, he didn’t even pay you the time you worked overtime. So needless to say; it’s complete shit.

You rubbed your tired eyes and put the frappuccino on a plate. You walked to table 7 and put the drink down onto the table. “Your drink, sir.” You smiled at him and disappeared back to the machines. You didn’t notice how the guy you just served his drink to, kept staring at you as you continue your work. 

A few minutes later another coworker swapped places with you, stating that they were getting creeped out by this one guy that kept staring at them and smiling creepily. You didn’t even listen, you just walked to the front and put on a small, tired smile.

'Breathe in and breathe out, you got this.’ An hour past and you looked at the clock. 23:04.

Your shift was supposed to end 3 hours ago. You sighed for the nth time that day and went back to work. Ten minutes later your boss came to you and told you that you could go home. You thanked him and put your coat on. When you stepped out of the cafe and started your route back home, you didn’t notice that the guy who was staring at you the whole time you worked was following you. Still unaware, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and plugged your earphones in. Maybe a little music will let you relax, right?

It seemed like the world wanted to laugh you in the face that day as a cold hand wrapped around your throat from behind you. A shriek escaped your lips and your eyes widened. Your body went into complete shock. You couldn’t move. The guy ripped the earphones out of your ears and threw them to the ground. He leaned in and you could feel his breath on your neck. He took a shaky breath and gripped your throat a little tighter. “Hello, doll.”

Changbin’s head spun around as a scream disrupted the silence of the night. He looked back at the figure he pushed to the wall just a few moments ago. He sighed and took the gun from his back pocket. With a 'click’ Changbin readied the gun and aimed it at the target. “Orders from the boss.” He smiled at the figure and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered over his white shirt and he shook his head. “God damn it.”

Another scream echoed through the night and Changbin took off in its direction. Multiple screams followed and he sped his pace up. When Changbin reached the place, a guy was bent over a girl. As he stepped closer, he silently took his gun again and aimed it at the guy. “Come on baby! Don’t be so persistent! I just want to have some fun!” “Get off her.” The guy’s head spun around, the smirk still on his face, but it quickly disappeared when he saw the gun Changbin aimed at him.

Changbin’s eyes widened and a gasp escaped his lips as the light of the street light illuminated the girl’s face. “Y/N? What in the actual fuck?” You looked at him with tears rolling down your cheeks and your lip quivering. The guy looked back at you with a smirk now on his face again. “Ahh, so you know this guy huh? Is he your boyfriend?” He leaned closer to you again, so close that only a few inches were left between you. You could feel his hot breath on you and closed your eyes. Whimpers escaped from your lips and you pressed your cheek against the street more.

“I said get off her!” Changbin readied his gun once more and with a click, the safety was gone. Changbin was a lot closer than he was before. He pushed the head of his gun against the guy’s head. “I’ll say it again, one last time. Get off her. Or I swear I’m gonna blast this bullet right through your fucking skull.”

The guy stood up from your figure and you immediately curled into a ball, the only sound that was your sobs. The guy turned around slowly and with a wicked grin plastered on his face, he cocked his head at Changbin and tried to run away.

Changbin took off after him and tackled him to the ground. He pushed his gun against the guy’s head one more time. But the gun was quickly tossed out of his hand. The guy punched Changbin in the face and scrambled toward the gun. Changbin shook his head and swiped his lip, a little stripe of blood coating his finger now. He quickly got up again and ran after the guy, in hopes to get his gun back again. 

He stopped in his tracks as he saw your figure hovering over the guy who kneeled on the ground before you. You held his gun in your hand and aimed it at the man in front of you. He quickly composed himself again and stepped beside you. He took your hands in his and guided your hand toward the guy’s head. Changbin leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?.” You shook your head vigorously with tears streaming down your face and Changbin felt your hands going numb around his. He nodded and took his gun again. “I’ll call of one my friends and you’re going to be so fucking sorry that you hurt her when they’re done with you.” Changbin directed his speech toward the man and leaned in closer so you wouldn’t hear what he was about to say next. 

“They’ll torture you to no end, maybe slice a few parts of your skin. Who knows? Who knows if you will even come out of this situation alive.” He pulled back and wrapped his arms around you, calling his one of his friends, his eyes never leaving the guy who curled up in a ball. Pathetic. 

Changbin rolled his eyes and dialed Felix’s number again. Even though Felix was one of the younger ones in the mafia he was certainly one of the strongest. He was the second-best in hand combat after his other friend Minho. His flexible muscles allowed him to be quick on his feet and dodge quite well and he threw good punches. Changbin scoffed at the memory of him and Felix practicing hand-to-hand combat. 

“Come on, Felix! Is that all you got?” Changbin shouted at Felix across the practice room and the younger one smirked. Felix got into another fighting position. He put his right foot behind his left one and bend his knees. With a shrug of his shoulders, Felix put his arms in front of his face, ready to punch. Changbin took off in Felix’s direction and lifted his hand, ready to punch him.

Felix smirked as he saw the wide space Changbin left between his legs and crouched down and slid through the space of them. In the next moment, he was on his feet again and threw a punch between Changbin’s shoulderblades. The boy fell to the mat upon impact and rolled on his back to face Felix. “Where in the actual fuck did you learn that?”

Changbin stood up by Felix’s help and rubbed the place that just took a good punch. “You don’t want to know, trust me.” Felix responded in his deep voice and flashed Changbin a little smirk as he heard the older one wince slightly as he kept rubbing his shoulders. Changbin watched in surprise as Felix left the room.

“Fucking hell, Felix pick up!” Changbin screamed at his phone and apologized as he saw you flinching in the corner of his eyes. Changbin groaned and decided to call his leader, Chan. He knew that Chan would pick up and he did. “What’s wrong Changbin?” The voice of his leader filled the silence and he sighed.

“Well, I have a little problem over here. I’ll explain once I’m back, but please send a car over here right now. I’ll send you the coordinates.” Changbin ended the call and turned toward you. You were staring intently at the guy, who assaulted you a few moments prior. Changbin waved a hand in front of your face and smiled slightly as he saw you flinch a little.

“You okay, shorty?” You nodded hesitantly and Changbin took you in his arms. You immediately wrapped your arms around his torso. As Changbin stroke your back in an attempt to calm you down your shoulders began shaking and choked up sobs escaped your throat. He pulled back from the hug and looked deep into your eyes. “I’ll protect you from now on Y/N. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to your ever again, I promise.”

You nodded and closed your eyes for a moment but opened them quickly. “If I close my eyes I s-see the things that he…” You trailed off and tears rolled down your cheeks again. Changbin wiped them away with his thumb and took you in his arms again.

Almost 5 minutes later a black, expensive-looking car strode to a stop in front of your figures. Out came a guy you have never seen before, not that you expected it. “Get in.” The unknown guy commanded and got back in the driver’s seat. Changbin took the guy who assaulted you and pushed him in the car harshly, next he helped you in the car and got in himself. The guy on the left seat, Changbin in the middle and you on the right. Changbin still had his gun in his hand, just in case your assaulter tried something.

The man who drove the car looked in the rearview mirror and began talking. “What happened Changbin?’' 

’'Honestly, I don’t know myself, Hyunjin. I was after our target, you know? I heard Y/N scream so I fulfilled the mission and rushed to help. That dude was all over her and assaulted her.” Changbin purposefully avoided the word 'kill’ and shook his head a little. 

“I understand.” Hyunjin said and gripped the steering wheel tighter as he sped up. “Everything alright there Y/N?” Your head shot up at the question and you looked into Hyunjin’s eyes through the rearview mirror. He seems nice. “Oh yes, I’m okay.” You nodded in a sorry attempt to convince yourself that you were indeed fine. Changbin placed his right hand over your left one and squeezed it.

You gave him a weak smile and put your head on his shoulder. Changbin put his head on yours and could feel you relax a little as your breathing got slower. You fell asleep.

When you woke up a black ceiling filled your view. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat into an upright position on a bed. This certainly wasn’t your bed, neither your ceiling. You definitely weren’t in your room. You stood up from the bed and took a look at the white sheets that contrasted the stark colors of black and red on the walls. You walked over to a little nightstand and took the photo that on it in your hands. You recognized Changbin on the picture but not the other people on it. You put the photo back on the nightstand and went out of the room.

Out of the room, you were met with a completely white-gold, marble hallway. Two staircases connected the level you were one to the main hallway. When you looked down a white piano was standing in the middle of the main hallway. To your left, the marble became darker in color. A transition from white marble to black marble. The walls were decorated with pictures of all kinds of flowers, with the exception of a few doors here and there. And to your right the exact same copy of the left wing.

There were 9 doors in total. Eight of them you couldn’t look through and you didn’t dare to. One of them was Changbin’s bedroom as you discovered. The door that was in the middle of the hallway was made of glass. You walked through it and stood on a balcony now. You walked to the fence and turned around as you took a good look around the balcony. It was full of plants and flowers, just like the pictures in the hallway.

You turned around once more and watched as the sun let its rays hit the earth and warm it. With a little smile on your lips, you walked back in the hallway and into Changbin’s room. You sat on the bed again and waited for someone to come in. You waited for Changbin to just walk in the room and comfort you like he always did. He was always there for you. You stood up again and walked toward the bookcase next to the window. Might as well read a little until someone comes and gets you, right?

With a book in hand, you sat on the bed again and opened it with the idea in mind to fully indulge yourself in it. But in the next moment, the door burst open and swung back with such force that it hit the door with a loud 'bang’. You flinched heavily and the book flew out of your hands, a shriek leaving your lips. You looked at the person that just burst through the door. You didn’t know him either. You were in a house with people you didn’t know with the exception of Changbin. Just great.

“I was told to come to get you, come with me.” The deep voice this guy surprised you as it certainly didn’t match his face. With a smile, he introduced himself. “I’m sorry if I surprised you. I’m Felix.” You smiled back and stood up. “That’s okay Felix. I’m Y/N.” He nodded and held his hand out to you. “Take my hand. We don’t want you getting lost now, do we?” You shook your head and took his hand.

Felix took you down to the main hallway. He walked to the back of the room and went through a door, soon going down a flight of stairs. The walls were no longer marble. They were dark grey with absolutely no windows. It was a heavy contrast, considering how it looks just above the staircase. Felix went into a room and pulled you with him. When you stepped into a room 7 other boys sat around a table, one of them Changbin who gave you a small smile. Now the only people you recognized were Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix. Felix took you to a seat next to Changbin and sat opposite of you afterward. 

Changbin took your hand under the table and gave it a light squeeze. The guy at the head of the table cleared his throat and averted his gaze from the whiteboard at the end of the room toward Changbin. “So. What happened Changbin?’' 

Changbin cleared his throat and stood up and walked out of the room. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he left the room. But the confusion quickly turned into a slightly scared feeling as he brought the man who assaulted you with him. The man was littered with bruises and cuts, dried blood all over his body. Some wounds were still fresh, the blood not having dried yet. 

Changbin pushed him into a sitting position in front of the table and stood behind him. Changbin looked him all over and a small smile formed on his lips as he registered all the bruises and cuts. 

’'Well you see, my friend, Y/N got assaulted by this little shit.” The last part of his sentence he just spits out through gritted teeth. Changbin took a deep breath and took a glance at you.

“I was after our target and when I found him she screamed. So I quickly killed him and ran in the direction of her screams. When I found her, this guy was all over her. I didn’t see what he did to her. I pulled him off of her and the two of us had a little fight. You know the rest.”

The guy at the head of the table nodded and stood up. He walked toward the man and walked in circles around him, examining his wounds, cuts, and bruises. “Seems like he got a good beating.”

Changbin smiled at this and cocked his head to the side.

“I took care of it myself, I hope you’re not disappointed, Chan.”

The leader, Chan turned his head in your direction and took a quick glance over your figure. No cuts, no bruises, no sign of any harm.

“Get this man out of my sight. I heard enough.” With a wave of Chan’s hand, two guys stood up and escorted the man out of the room. Chan nodded and motioned to the rest of the guys to leave the room. The only ones in it were Changbin and you now.

“So it was it you?” Changbin’s head spun in your direction and he furrowed his eyebrows. “What was me?”

You looked at the door. “The man. You beat him up.” Changbin nodded and took a step closer toward you but you took a step back. 

Crack.

Changbin swore he could feel his heart break into a thousand little pieces.

“What kind of organization are you? Y-You, kill people.” You whispered. “That’s a long story…” Changbin tried to avoid the subject. He was scared you’ll leave him if you find out.

“No!” You screamed and again hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Changbin took a step back at your sudden shout and gulped.

“You want to know the truth?” ‘'Please.“ You whispered and Changbin nodded. He took you by the hand and walked out of the room. You could hear distinct screams from afar, a lot of 'please no!’s following.

Changbin smiled at the screams. A memory of where he felt so happy coming back.

Changbin closed his bedroom behind him after he laid your sleeping figure on the bed. With a wicked grin, he walked down the flight of stairs, to the back of the room, through the door and down a flight of stairs once again. As he saw the next door in front of him his grin widened even more. 

He walked through it, now looking at the chained figure to the wall.

’'Comfortable are we?” The figure’s head banged against the wall as he flinched and Changbin looked into the terrified eyes of the man. 

He smiled and walked toward a closet. He opened it and took a look at the various amount of knives. One bigger and sharper than the other. He took the smallest knife and turned around. With a grin, he cocked his head to the side and walked toward the man chained to the wall.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Changbin grinned and the first part of his skin was sliced.

The whole house was silent the only sounds heard the screams and cries of the man.

Changbin seated you on a couch in the living room and sat next to you.  “Are you sure you want the truth?” You nodded.

“I’m part of a mafia. We call us Stray Kids or SKZ for the shorter version. I’m one of the members who stayed here the longest together with Jisung and Chan. Chan, our leader founded this mafia and Jisung and I joined. The rest of them joined after some time. We kill or rather eliminate people who do bad stuff. Criminals, sexual assaulters, Murders, you name it. Chan gives out a list for them and we kill them. Sometimes we even go out to eliminate other mafias or big corrupt politicians. Anything more you want to know?” His tone was stone cold.

“Why did you join this mafia?” Fear filled your system with every part of your body.

“I needed the money. There were many people I wanted revenge on. And I did.” Changbin grinned as he recalled all the people he killed in his mind.

“You’re crazy Changbin.” You said and he shot up his eyes piercing through yours. “Crazy for you.” He said and grinned.

“No. Changbin you need to get help this isn’t normal!”

Changbin looked at you in shock and sat on the table in front of you.

“I don’t need any help! I only need you can’t you understand that? I’ve always been here for you! I love you god damn it”

“What? Changbin you can’t love me. You really need a doctor!” He started screaming. “No, I don’t! I don’t need anyone beside you. Why won’t you love me?” You stood up and pushed him away from you when he tried to grab you. 

“How can love someone who enjoys killing? I can’t do this Changbin! I don’t want this. No! Let me go!” You screamed and struggled against his hold. He grabbed you when you started walking away from him. Changbin turned you around and pressed you flush against him. 

“Changbin you’re crazy!”

“Crazy for you.” He said and put his lips on yours forcefully.

You pounded your hands on his chest and he grabbed them with force and put them behind your back. “You’ll learn to love me.” You shook your head. “I’ll never love a sick guy like you and I thought you were my friend.

’'Oh, shorty, you will. I’ll just have to force you to.”

[juste-des-poemes]

reasons why I love you

1. your smile

2. your sparkling blues eyes when you talk about something you love

3. your accent (omg)

4. your hand in mine

5. your laugh

6. when you’re listening and being there for me each and everyday

7. your sense of humor

8. when you play with my hair

9. when you’re being a little shy

10. your values (family, respect, loyalty)

11. when you say you miss me

12. your style

13. your kisses

14. your comforting presence

15. to watch movies with you

16. I can completely be myself

17. when you compliment me

18. you encourage me in all of my projects

19. your tattoos

20. I can trust you

21. your patience (yeah I know, I’m being annoying with the jo bros)

22. your delicacy

23. your sensitive side

24. your friendship

25. you make me feel very important

26. to wear your hoodie (aka just a reason to smell you)

27. you’re gallant

28. you make me comfortable

29. you make me feel beautiful

30. my days are definitely better when you are there even if it’s just for a little

31. your protective side

32. your dedication and persistence

33. being really cozy with you

34. for butterflies you put in my stomach

35. you never give up

36. you’re caring

37. when you’re being sweet

38. the fact that we are working in a team to help and support each other to grow and be a better version of ourselves

39. you are funny, you make me laugh all the time

40. whatever activities we do together

41. when you text me ‘’have a good day’’ or ‘’goodnight beautiful girl’’ (it makes my heart melt)

42. you listen carefully, taking the two sides of the story before judging

43. I think you’re hot (oups)

44. spending time with you and your family

45. you’re keeping me sane, always there to bring me back down to earth

46. you smell good

47. when we can be goofy together

48. you forgive

49. having deep conversations with you

50. you’re making me truly happy

51. you say “vous” with your accent just because it’s your way of translating (and it’s cute)

52. your perplexed look when you don’t understand a word of my story but you don’t want to hurt me, so you fake a little nod with a smile to make it look okay

53. your motivation even tho life is throwing rocks at you, you keep on going

54. you bear with me even when I’m a mess

55. when you say you’re happy to hear my voice on the phone

56. when you fall asleep cuddling with me

57. when we listen music together

58. I’m never ever bored with you

59. we might misunderstood each other at times but always manage to talk and be honest and work things out

60. you appreciate me for the way I am

61. you always want to share and make sure I’m okay

62. you help me see negative things differently

63. the way you always apologize first, no matter who’s right or wrong (and I appreciate that) even tho sometimes I should take more responsibility

64. you ask me to text you when I’ll be back home and if I didn’t, you make sure I got home

65. you’re always kind to other people (even tho sometimes they don’t deserve it)

66. we already have “our thing” (eating in a park, going to that chinese place, watching movies, loving paninis)

67. when I send you a meme and you think it’s the funniest thing

68. you are open to talk about literally everything

69. how you give me the choice of what we should do everytime we chill (and each time I let you choose anyway hahaha)

70. you teach me new things

71. the fact that we have already a lot of plans together (going to the view, teaching you how to make crepes, going to karaoke)

72. when you give me nicknames (beautiful, amelou, coco)

73. your courage

74. you say I’m cute even tho my hair are a mess and I’m in my pyjama or looking like a potato

75. you trust me 

76. you have so much of a big heart and you’re an empathic person

77. the way it feels so natural with you (and that since day one)

78. that magnetic attraction I have towards you (never felt that for anyone else btw)

79. the more I spend time with you the more I want to be with you often

80. you get involved in a lot of projects (school, work, family) and putting your 100% every time even if you get tired

81. you’re my best friend

82. you believe in me

83. you’re still here with me even tho shit happens, you choose to stay with or without difficulties

84. being just me and you

85. having a text from you just makes my smile split ear to ear

86. you’re always so grateful for what you have and cherish it

87. I love how we became friends naturally and how our relationship evolved

88. the way you look at me and laugh to make me feel better because my jokes are not even funny

89. going to sleep with you by my side

90. being with you feels like I’m being home

91. your hugs

92. how our silence aren’t awkward, we’re just comfortable around each other

93. we liked each other since the beginning but we suck at flirting

94. I can not even see the time goes by when I’m with you

95. laying in bed with you

96. your perfect imperfections

97. you’re a hard worker

98. you still make me shy sometimes

99. I’m more than happy our path crossed

100. there could be more than a hundred reasons why I love you, but I just do