#anyway the blue and orange gummy always annoyed me

[seeminglydark]

Trick or treat! Happy spooky season!

A Treat of Sour gummy worms! I always ate the spicy sugar first.

[miutonium]

I absolutely love the watercolour art you’ve done recently! I’m just wondering what the process is on how you create the art? Like do you sketch, ink then paint or ink last? Im curious because I would love to try and do something like this myself!

Aahh thank u 😭 I haven't paint properly since last year so i thought my painting skill is a bit rusty but glad it look nice to you 🥺💕

This is a bit of a long post since I added a few tips to help you out on your process (tl;dr: sketch>paint>lineart)

I actually took a few picture when I was painting this so I can show you a glimpse of how my painting process looks like. I usually start with a sketch and erase it lightly with gummy eraser (I erase it until its barely visible like the one at Chloe's legs). You can use a normal eraser but gummy eraser is easier and it doesnt damage paper and doesnt make those annoying eraser clumps so get those if you're on a grocery run one day hhh

After I erase it, I put down the bases here and there. I intentionally leave some white spots cuz those are highlights and where the light hits. If you're painting, I suggest you figure out where the light source would be and leave the part where you think the lights will hit the folds of the clothes and skin unpainted.

When painting the base, dont forget to dilute it, the color of the bases shouldn't be darker or more vibrant than the shadow you will paint soon. The bases will look pale but I assure you it will look nice when you add the shadow soon :3

I also mixed a few colors at the areas i think it would look darker. For example, notice how Chloe's red legging isn't a solid red but a mix of purple at the bottom part.

White clothing can be tricky to paint since it's light and highlights are white so what I usually do is I always paint it to be off white. For the base of white clothes, instead of using black and dilute it with water to make it grey, I like to mix jaune brilliant (or any pale skin color)+ tiny bit of ultramarine because it creates such a nice neutral gray. From that grey you can add either add a bit of cadmium orange (to make the grey warmer) or a bit of purple or pink to make the tone cooler. For this drawing, I also add a bit of shell pink and horizon blue (a baby sky blue shade) on Utonium's clothes. Mixing those colors makes white clothes looks prettier to me.

I dont have a clear picture for this part so sorry about that aahh 😭😭😭 but anyway this is the neat part. Since we already use diluted colors for the base, you can use more vibrant color and add more paint as shadow.

I also dont usually use black to make the shadow darker since it will make your color look muddy. For that, I usually add other shade right next to them on the color wheel. For example, for red shade clothes I mix purple to the shadow just like at Utonium's shorts. This works for others too, if your clothes' yellow, use orange for shadow. Blue? Purple can be use as shadows. It helps if you memorize the color wheel so you can pick the shadow color quickly in your head hhh

You still can use black though if you intended the shade to look brown, there's nothing wrong using black but be careful on adding because its a strong color a just a tiny tiny bit is enough to darken your color. (If you paint with black all the time I suggest you buy a tube of neutral tint black because this shade can be use to make your color darker without making it look muddy since it is created for this purpose :3)

This is how it looks in the end after I'm done with the shadows and the bg (I havent add the lineart at this point). I actually dk how to draw background so I usually just draw patterns or just paint a solid color bg. I also think keeping the background plain is better since I want people to focus on Utonium and Chloe instead of the background and it would look cluttered af if I draw a complicated bg hhh

This is how it looks like after I finish with the lineart. For the lineart, I never use pen or ink, I use watercolor and colored pencils for it. I use a tiny 01 detail brush for the lines and also use a white gel pen for some highlights. Lineart is actually my least favourite part and I still struggle with it til this day ;w;

This is the one I posted the other day. I edited this one clearly since my camera actually didn't do justice to the color (it looks prettier irl i swearrr, my camera just fuckin sucks _(:3」∠)_) and also everyone lies on the internet hhh dont feel guilty about editing it since its hard making watercolor looks good on camera fr 🤧🤧🤧

In the end, watercolor is a fun medium for me to work with because it's an unpredictable medium and sometimes it doesn't look like how I intended it to be so don't worry if it doesn't look like how you planned it to be. I hope this is helpful enough for you and its easy to understand 🙏

[cultifi]

Hey~ okay so this request is based on a story I read about online. But basically the female is on her period (but she doesn’t realize yet ) and it seeps through her pants so she has a blood stain now. Could I request Bakugou or Todoroki seeing the stain and trying to be lowkey about helping her cover up so she isn’t embarrassed? Idk if that makes sense. Also I wanted to ask what fandoms/characters you write for. Idk if it’s annoying always writing about Bakugou, but he’s my comfort character so 😭 sorry.

Covering - Bakugo x (fem)reader

prompt: Bakugo sees that you had started your period and helps you out

genre: fluff

-actual plot of the request starts at ‘keep reading’ button-

“Come on! I promise it will be fun,” Mina begged you as she flopped onto your bed, sprawled out, “it’s only for the weekend anyways.” She had been trying to convince you to spend the weekend with her and a couple of other friends at Momo’s beach house which wasn’t far away from where you lived, but the thought of being trapped with people for more than a day irritated you just thinking about it. Mina just kept pleading for you to go.

“If I come, you have to...” you stated as you looked thought of a compromise that would benefit both you the most, “...do my homework for a week!” Mina’s mouth dropped open as she looked at you in disbelief. She hung her head down and muttered a small,

“Fine.”

Friday afternoon came around and when you arrived at the beach house with Mina and Momo you finally saw who you would be spending the weekend with, Deku, Todoroki and Bakugo. 3 boys, 3 girls. You all headed inside and set your luggage down near the entrance, admiring how spacious and clean the house was, like no one had ever stepped foot in it. “Woah...” you whispered in amazement when you had seen that Momo’s description of the house was nowhere near accurate, claiming it was “just a regular beach house.” 

“This place is huge!” Mina exclaimed and threw herself on the enormous leather sofa placed in the middle of the living room, which was the centre of the beach house. “Honestly Momo, you really downplayed how big this place is.” After exploring the large, almost sparkling clean house, everyone discussed sleeping arrangements. despite it being a huge house, the only thing it lacked was a decent amount of bedrooms; there were 2, but fortunately they were quite big, so everyone had decided that the girls would room together and the boys would do the same.

The sky grew darker before anyone realised how late it had gotten so everyone headed to their designated sleeping rooms. Since the rooms were quite large, there were conveniently three beds in different areas of the room, the middle being empty. “Dibs!” Mina shouted and catapulted herself onto the bed directly opposite the door, even though the were all basically the same size (hers was a little bigger but that’s besides the point). All three of you prepared yourselves for bed as you slid into the cool covers, having light conversation until Momo asked you a question about him. 

“I noticed Bakugo looking at you a lot today,” she teased as her and Mina both giggled, “I think he has a crush on you!” You felt heat rise up to your cheeks when you started thinking about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him so you pulled the covers up to your face and protested against Momo’s idea. 

You woke up to Mina and Momo jumping on your bed which made you want to dropkick them but you restrained yourself, putting your pillow over your head. “Fine, I’ll get up,” you complained and threw your pillow at Mina who was jumping with such vigour that you might think she was trying to create a dent in the bed frame.

“Let’s wake the boys up,” Mina suggested with a smirk and whispered something to Momo, both giggling and making you feel confused. “Okay so I’ll wake up Deku, you wake up Bakugo and Momo will wake up Todoroki. We’ll just jump on their beds until they get up.” The evil scheme was soon in motion.

You approached the door of their room and carefully twisted the handle, making sure to not create any disturbances. You pushed the door open and looked at all the boys sleeping peacefully. It wasn’t going to be peaceful for much longer.You each took your places and on the count of three flew onto the beds.

“Wake up!” you shouted and jumped onto Bakugo’s bed, bouncing up and down as though it was a trampoline.

“Shut up,” he mumbled tiredly and grabbed onto your ankle, making you stumble and fall onto him in a bit of an interesting position, staring at each other awkwardly. You looked down to realise that you were straddling Bakugo and that he also wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his pyjama bottoms. His eyes widened and told you to move, but flinched slightly when you finally did, pulling the covers over his lower half. He put his head in his hands and shouted at all of you to ‘get the fuck out.’ You hurried out of the room in embarrassment, Mina and Momo following you as you cursed to yourself.

“What just happened?” Mina asked you worriedly as she closed the door behind her. You told her about the ‘situation’ which was currently being taken care of by Bakugo in the bathroom. “I think he’ll be fine in a bit, don’t worry about it,” she advised you and hugged you lightly and suggested that we all go to the beach, your stomach had been hurting, but you ignored it and agreed.

Later on, after having swam in the salty water and played volleyball with everyone, Mina’s words had proved to be true, Bakugo wasn’t angry, he actually looked like he was having fun, especially when Deku tripped and got a face full of sand. You were all hungry at this point and decided you would go to a restaurant near the beach house, it wasn’t anything fancy so you just decided to wear light blue denim overalls accompanied by a black belt with a white short sleeved crop top.

You ignored the aching in your lower stomach since you thought it was probably just because you were hungry and tied up your hair into a ponytail. “You ready?” Momo asked as she picked up her phone and purse.

“Yea.”

The dinner actually turned out to be really enjoyable with everyone there, you honestly thought it was going to be chaotic but you managed to have fun. When the sky started turning a dark orange colour and you realised it was getting late, and you all were tired from the day’s activities.

“Alright let’s go back,” everyone agreed and made their way out of the restaurant. As you were walking you saw Bakugo drop his phone and went to get it after realising it wasn’t in his pocket anymore, falling behind the group slightly as you all walked by knowing he’d catch up anyways.

“Hey, um...” he walked up besides you holding out his zip up hoodie, “wrap it around your waist, there’s kind of a problem,” he whispered to you and you suddenly realised why your stomach had been hurting the whole day. Shit. You endured the pain as the cramps kicked in conveniently when you were close the the beach house, not wanting to get any weird looks from strangers. “You okay?” Bakugo asked, acting as though he didn’t really care, you nodded and smiled feebly keeping yourself from crouching down into a little ball.

Once you all arrived home the first thing you did was run towards the shower because you just wanted to clean up and have a shower quickly to relax your muscles after having been in pain for so long. As soon as the hot water hit your shoulders it felt as though the stress melted out of them and you stood there for a minute, enjoying the sauna-like atmosphere the nearly boiling hot shower was creating. It really did help your stomach cramps.

Grabbing the vanilla scented body wash, you remembered that Bakugo had seen the period stain but luckily didn’t make it obvious to everyone and he was actually subtle about it. You pushed your hair out of your face and sighed, feeling the embarrassment wash away as you realised it shouldn’t be something to be ashamed of. Steamed followed you when you stepped out of the shower and you noticed Bakugo’s hoodie hanging on the door, deciding you should probably give it back.

You walked into the living room to see he was the only one there, sitting on the plain leather couch, staring at whatever was on the huge tv. “Hey,” you greeted him and sat down besides him, handing him his hoodie, “thanks for helping me out, here, it’s clean.” He took the hoodie and placed it on the arm of the sofa, getting up to retrieve something since he told you to wait there. You did as you were told and waited patiently until he came back with a handful of snacks and a hot water bottle, accompanied by a cup of chamomile tea ‘to relax you’. “Um, what is this for?” You asked him, confused as to why he was being so nice.

“You’re on your period right? So I thought it would help if I brought some snacks. The tea might help with the cramps, that’s what my mom told me to do when a girl is on her period,” he said nervously and laid the snacks down next to you, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled at him and took the tea, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you and happily took the hot water bottle, shoving it under your shirt to soothe your stomach. You noticed him still looking at you and you smiled.

“Could you stay here?” He looked surprised for a second and grabbed a soft throw blanket to cover the two of you, putting on a movie to watch as you opened a bag of gummy bears and got closer to him, not noticing the blush you had caused to spread across his cheeks.

[purplesurveys]

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A

What is your age? 22, but there’s less than a month to go before I turn 23.

What annoys you? Literally every single person who still supports the government at this point. For context, we are back to square one and we’re under the exact same quarantine imposed in March 2020 because of the surge in cases. Nothing has changed and nothing has been done in the last 365 days while people are getting hungrier and poorer. I’m done feeling hopeful for this country and I cannot wait to abandon it forever.

Do you have any allergies? Apparently, grass. Can’t be exposed to it for too long otherwise the skin on my thighs turn red and occasionally even get rashes.

B

Do you know anyone named Billy? Kind of, but they’re girls with their name spelled as Billie.

When is your birthday? April 21st and spending it in quarantine once again this year...

Who is your best friend(s)? Angela and Andi.

C

What's your favorite candy? I like gummy bears and worms. As for sweets, I really like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Butterfinger, Twix, and the Hershey’s Cookies and Creme bar.

When was the last time you cried? Maybe a day or two ago while watching a snippet from Caught in Providence.

Have you been out of the country? Yes.

D

Do you daydream? Not so much these days. I’ve been better at keeping my focus at work.

What's your favorite kind of dog? I love alllllll dogs, but I’d usually be wary of smaller dogs because 87% of the times I’ve met some, they’re aggressive or a bit moody. I don’t like stereotyping dogs as much as possible but because I’ve had direct experiences to back it up anyway, *shrug*

What day of the week is it? It’s a Sunday.

E

How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, poached, or an omelette with lots of fillings. Balut is also great.

Have you ever been in the emergency room? Only when I was born, I’m guessing.

What's the easiest thing ever to do? Idk, what comes easy to me might not be the same for others. But my answer would be to smile, regardless if it were genuine or otherwise.

F

Have you ever flown in a plane? Yeah, many times. The child-like excitement I get whenever I get on one will probably never go away, either.

Do you use fly swatters? No, my mom usually uses old shoebox covers or rolled-up scratch papers we have lying around to swat them.

Have you ever used a foghorn?: Only in video games lol, never in real life.

G

Have you pet a goat? I don’t think I have. I’ve pet lots of animals before but I don’t think a goat has been one of them yet.

Are you a giver or a taker? Giver, but I’ve been allowing myself to take more these days.

Do you like gummy candies? Love them.

H

How are you? We’ve entered summer weather now, so I feel hot and miserable. It’s also Sunday and I am stuck at home, which doesn’t make me the happiest camper.

What's your height? 5′1″ or a tiny tiny tiny bit taller than that.

What color is your hair? It’s black but on extremely rare occasions I’ll catch a single light brown strand when I play with my hair.

I

What's your favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream and chocolate chip cookie dough. My friend Leigh actually started her own ice cream shop recently and I bought her coffee crumble ice cream, and it is sooooooooo fuckinggggggggg good??????? It’s so rare to find coffee ice cream where I live period, so I’m fucking stoked to have a close friend who makes literally the best one and in generous servings too.

Have you ever ice skated? Many times as a kid. I was never formally trained, but it was something I wanted to try from watching other kids play in mall ice skating rinks; and when I did give it a shot, I ended up enjoying it. Luckily my mom was encouraging and actually frequently dropped me off at a rink so I can practice gliding and all for a few hours while she ran errands.

Have you cheated the IRS? That’s like an American tax thingy, right? We don’t have that here and my employer handles my TIN.

J

What's your favorite jelly bean? Not a big fan but if I had to have Jelly Belly, I obviously would want to get the pleasant-tasting ones.

Do you tell jokes? Yes.

Do you wear nice jewelry? Only on special occasions.

K

Do you want to kill anybody? I don’t want to kill anybody but I certainly wish a good number of public officials would finally die.

Do you want to have kids? Yes. I really wish I could still have a future with them. Thanks for the trauma, my real asshole of an ex.

Where did you have kindergarten? Somewhere.

L

Are you laidback? I doubt my friends would use this to describe me. I for sure lean more towards the uptight side of the spectrum.

Do you lie? Eh, occasionally.

When is the last time you sent a hand-written letter? I have no idea. Christmas 2019 maybe?

M

Ever talked in a microphone? Sure. Many times.

Do you still watch Disney Movies? I very rarely get in the mood for them if I’m by myself, but yes, I’d gladly sit down and watch should an opportunity come.

Do you like mangoes? No.

N

Do you have a nickname? 99% of people call me Robyn while my family calls me Byn, but there are a select few friends who’ve stayed long enough with me to catch other names I’ve gotten over the years, which have since become inside jokes/nicknames. There’s Reben and Rolayn, and literally just yesterday ‘Roby’ happened when I ordered food for lunch so that will probably catch on as well.

What’s your favorite number? 4.

Do you prefer night over day? Absolutely.

O

Are you an only child? No, I’m two siblings away from that status.

Do you wish this was over? I haven’t felt that way, no.

What is the closet orange object near you? An orange tumbler my Kuya gave me as a Christmas gift in 2019. There is also orange tape wrapped around the charger adaptor of my company laptop.

P

What one fear are you most paranoid about? Waking up in the middle of surgery and being unable to speak nor move.

Do you play any instruments? Nope.

Do you think you are pretty? Some days.

Q

Are you quick to judge people? No, unless they are already blatantly showing their character like being rude towards service staff, tossing their trash to the ground, or cutting in queues. Whenever those things happen I give myself the space and freedom to guiltlessly judge.

What do you keep quiet about? How dysfunctional my family really is, and the things I really want to say about Gabie.

Do you have any quirks? Food-wise, I like peeling off the breading from fried chicken and placing them on the side of my plate so I can eat them last, because they’re my favorite part.

R

What’s a good reason to cry? Frustration. Crying can be really helpful in lessening stress.

Do you think you're always right? No.

Do you watch reality TV? Not religiously, but I love watching snippets of reality shows on Facebook because they’re all so embarrassing and it’s hilarious to watch hahahahah. Literally last night I was watching clips of Big Ed on 90 Day Fiance.

S

Are you a social person? More so now than I was years ago.

What states have you lived in? I lived in Manila briefly but it didn’t take long till we transferred to another city for a more peaceful life in the suburbs.

What is your favorite season? I wanna say winter because of what I’ve seen from it in movies and shows, but I’ve never actually experienced it before.

T

When did you last sleep in a tent? Sometime in March or April last year.

Do you like tomatoes? Mostly in diced form. Tomato sauce is fine but I don’t really like it in my pasta. Bloody Mary also tastes rather awful.

What time did you wake up? 8:30 AM.

U

Do you have an umbrella in your car? I think so, yeah. I finally placed one in there lmao.

Do listen to Usher? Eh, not really. 2000s R&B isn’t my thing, save for Beyoncé.

Describe the underwear your wearing? It’s light blue.

V

What’s the worst veggie? I never learned to like pechay. I’d still eat it, but only because I like cleaning up my entire plate.

Do you like movies with violence? Some. Like I hate action movies but I enjoyed A Clockwork Orange and Scream lol.

Where do you want to go on vacation? I recently bookmarked an Airbnb in Zambales and the accommodation is basically this super cute line of tipi-styled huts by the beach. I'd love to have a solo trip push through once this Covid mess subsides.

W

Ever been on a wave runner? No.

Where do you work? I work in a PR company.

Do you wish on stars? Just sometimes.

X

Have you ever had an x-ray? Only for mandatory medical exams.

Do you own a xylophone? I think I had a toy one as a kid, but it’s not with me anymore.

Have you watched the x-games? No, not interested.

Y

What did you do yesterday? I stayed at home; ordered food for Angela as a surprise; debated if I should buy a pair of Air Maxes – and ultimately decided I’ve already spent too much this month to deserve a new pair of shows lol; and just settled to buy a new night lamp for my bedroom. I also watched the newest episode of 2 Days 1 Night and ate more of Leigh’s ice cream while doing work.

Do you like the color yellow? Only in mustard yellow. I also like the song Yellow, heh.

What year were you born?: 1998.

Z

Do you believe in the zodiac? No.

Has your bank account been at zero? No. I remember when I was first opening my own account at the bank and the clerk told me to make sure I don’t go below P2,000, and my intensely by-the-book ass has been following the rule ever since, even though my dad has told me it’s absolutely fine to go below it so long as I have P2,000 back in the account after a month hahaha.

Ever been to the zoo? A few.

[niallsstainedcoffeecup]

The Road Trip Part 1

Hey guys, this is a new Bestfriend!Harry series.  Harry and his best friend, Luna, go on a trip together, but Luna’s boyfriend ruins it all.  Feedback and requests are welcomed.  Enjoy!

            Harry tugged the bulky orange suitcase down the cobblestone path. He huffed, hoisted the luggage over his shoulder, dropping the case in the tiny trunk.  He hoped there was not another suitcase awaiting him in her house.  His best friend, Luna, leaned against the cool gray brick wall.  Luna frantically scrolled through her phone, thumb hovering over her boyfriend’s contact. Harry planned a summer road trip since Luna dreamt of touring the world as a child.  Harry enjoyed watching Luna’s eyes light up with joy and curiosity. Harry remembered when he brought her along with him to an art opening, and Harry would never forget how she bounced with joy all night.  What was the only downside to their trip?  Luna’s annoying boyfriend invited himself.  Now, they were thirty minutes late, waiting for Luna’s boyfriend to show up. Harry remembered meeting Luna’s boyfriend, Daniel, at a house party.  Daniel, a handsome man, but could kill a party in a matter of seconds.  The man spewed random facts that put everyone to sleep.  Luna chewed on her nails, waiting for Daniel to answer his phone.   “Hello?” His thick British accent rang out. “Babe, where are you?  Harry and I are waiting for you,” She mumbled. Harry rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Yeah, like I’m a ball of happiness waiting for him to show up.” She glared, bumping Harry’s hip with her own. Harry chuckled, deciding to lock up her house while she spoke with Daniel.   “Okay, we will pick you up.” Harry groaned internally, refusing to travel an extra fifteen miles to Daniel’s house.  Harry prepared to throw a tantrum, but his icy heart melted when he caught sight of her wide grin.  It would only be a few months with the man.            Daniel packed three suitcases, overloading the trunk.  Harry assumed half of the suitcases contained books since Daniel curled up in the backseat and read Moby Dick.  Harry attempted to read that book once for a class but resorted to spark notes after ten minutes of deciphering the text.  Luna sat next to Harry, fiddling with the radio stations.  Harry enjoyed trips with Luna because she was the ideal passenger. Luna played the best music, fed Harry snacks they had purchased at local shops, and talked enough to keep Harry awake. Daniel noted Luna feeding Harry chips and Haribo, growling with jealousy.  Daniel despised Harry.  Harry followed Luna around with hearts in his eyes, and Daniel assumed asking Luna to be his girlfriend would tell Harry that she was off limits, but it had not worked. Luna squealed, yanking her fingers away from Harry’s rosy lips.  Harry laughed, licking her thumb again, after accidentally brushing his tongue against her fingers when he grabbed a green gummy bear.   “Can I have the yellow ones?” She wondered. Harry nodded, “Of course, you know that the yellow ones remind me of cleaning products.  How could you like them?” She chuckled, “I don’t know.  I guess I’m a weirdo.” “We knew that,” Harry joked. Daniel rolled his eyes, slamming his book shut. Harry glanced back, smirking at Daniel’s furrowed eyebrows.  Harry felt thrilled when he annoyed Daniel.   “How’s the book?” Harry asked. “Great, it is my fifth time reading it.  The music playing makes it hard to focus,” Daniel grumbles.   Luna frowned, twisting the knob to lower Stevie Nicks’ voice.  Harry scowled, refusing to let Daniel control this trip. “Didn’t know that my gran is with us,” Harry hissed. Luna frowned, disappointed with Harry’s behavior.  Harry ignored her stare, focusing on the road.   “Harry, have you read Moby Dick?” Daniel asked, leaning his elbows on his knees.   Harry nodded, “Professor Goldstein assigned it sophomore year.  I nearly died that semester.” Luna giggled, praying Daniel would not retort with a backhanded comment. “Well, I guess you did not understand the symbolism.  Some people can’t wrap their minds around great literature.” Harry’s blood boiled.  His fist tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.  Harry opened his mouth, preparing the best argument, but Luna interrupted him. “I finished Fifty Shades of Gray,” She blurted out. Harry smiled, relaxing his muscles, “Did you?” She laughed, “Yeah, that is the last time I let Niall choose the book for our club.” “I’m surprised he didn’t force you to read Golfer’s Digest,” Harry joked. “He nearly did, but Kassie stopped him.” “Bless Kassie, she saved that boy,” Harry tsked, shaking his head. Luna nodded, zoning out on the scenery around her.  Daniel continued planning his next attack on Harry.  An entire trip with that man was too long for Daniel.            Harry yawned for the fourth time, searching for their hotel.  Daniel snoozed in the backseat, cuddling Moby Dick into his chest.  Luna leaned her head against the window, her pale cheek smushed against the cool glass. Harry watched as her lips parted, allowing small puffs of air to flutter out.  Harry grinned, covering her arms with his sweatshirt.  Harry found the neon blue sign, parking in the filled lot. Harry groaned, stretching out his arms. He reached across the console, nudging her cheeks with his thumbs.  She whined, eyebrows furrowing, as she buried herself deeper into his passenger seat.   “Love, we arrived.  You need to wake up,” Harry softly whispered.   Harry spent years learning how to wake up Luna. One must softly nudge her into consciousness, then talk softly because her ears are still sensitive.  When Luna is fully awake, one must prepare for cuddles and promise that she can rest soon.  “Can you carry me?” Harry’s heart skipped a beat.   Usually, he would lift her up and carry her into the hotel, but Daniel would throw a fit.   “I would, but Daniel would have my head. How about you get up, and I’ll repay you with chocolate chips muffins.” She cracked an eye open, “And a tall iced latte?” Harry chuckled, “Yes.” She moaned and groaned, gathering her phone and snacks.  Harry flipped around, swatting Daniel on the forehead.  Daniel jumped awake, shooting daggers at Harry.   “Oh, I’m sorry, I did not know that was your forehead.  Anyways, we have a hotel room to catch.” Daniel huffed, climbing out of Harry’s car. Luna opened her arms, falling into Daniel’s side.  Harry bit his lip because he knew that if Daniel weren’t here, Luna would be cuddled into his side right now.  Harry pulled each suitcase out, carrying his toward the check-in desk.  Harry helped Daniel once their room keys were in their pockets.  Daniel trudged past Harry’s room, but Luna stopped.  She smiled sadly, watching Harry open his door.   “Are you okay?” She asked. Harry turned toward his dark hotel room. Usually, Luna shared a room with him on every trip.  His mom, Anne, stopped setting up the guest room since Luna and Harry shared his bed. Harry wanted to hold onto Luna and tell Daniel to fuck off, but he simply nodded. “Great, breakfast tomorrow?”  She asked, bouncing on her tiptoes. Harry grinned, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Harry bent down, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.  She froze, blushing at the contact.  Harry smirked, watching her stumble away while waving at him.  Harry shut his door, allowing his tired eyes to close. Luna shut her door, regulating her breathing after Harry’s peck.  Daniel looked up from his book, winking at her. “Are you tired?” He asked, patting the spot on the bed next to him. She frowned, “I have an early morning with Harry.  We have this breakfast shop we want to try.” “Am I not invited?” Daniel asked, perking up. She rolled her eyes, “Of course, why would you not be invited?” “I don’t know.  You said that you and Harry had plans.  You did not specify that I was included in them.” “What’s wrong with you?” She noticed his cold tone. He fluffed his pillow, “You always do things with him.  We are exploring the world, shouldn’t we be doing things as a couple?” “We are doing things as a couple.  Harry is apart of the package deal.  You understood that when you asked me to be your girlfriend,” She hissed, throwing her t-shirt onto the ground. “Fine, let’s just go to sleep,” He huffed. “I’ll be right there,” She mumbled, slipping into her nightgown.   She slid open the balcony door, stepping out into the cool summer night wind.  She stared up at the constellations, organizing her thoughts. She did not understand where Daniel’s jealousy came from, but she was not a fan.  Maybe Harry spent too much time with her, but where else would he go?            Harry hummed along with Shania Twain his fingers tossed his hair around. Harry recently ditched his long locks, which upset Luna.  He remembered her complaint being, “Now, I can’t call you Tarzan.  What will I call you?”  Harry fixed his hair, giving up on a stray strand that hovered over his right eyebrow.  Harry zipped up his black jeans, tossed on a white t-shirt, and slid his feet into a pair of brown boots.  Harry skipped down the musty hall, halting at Luna’s door.  He lifted his fist, knocking twice.  Luna squealed, spritzing vanilla perfume on her skin.  Daniel rolled his eyes, collecting her wallet and his book.  Luna cracked open the door. “Who is it?” She asked, attempting to quiet her giggles. Harry bit back his giggles, “Maid service.” “Oh great, I left quite the mess,”  She yanked open the door, gasping when she saw Harry.   By this time Harry and Luna were in a fit of giggles, “What a handsome maid.” Daniel stood there, feeling confused and irritated.  They had not left a mess in their room, and why was Harry this perky at seven in the morning.   “It’s an inside joke,” Luna explained, catching sight of Daniel’s expression. “Yeah, one time, Luna called the maid since she accidentally spilled soda on the carpet.  I had left to grab a movie, and when I returned she thought I was the maid.” “I guess it’s a ‘should have been there’ type of joke,” Daniel complained. Luna frowned, “Well, let’s grab breakfast.” Harry nodded, offering a hand to her. Usually, Luna held Harry’s hands wherever they went.  Luna blamed her cold hands on poor circulation, so Harry warmed them with his own. Luna looked over at Daniel’s raised eyebrow.  She nodded, nudging Harry’s side.  Harry noticed the sorrow and yearning in her eyes.  His smile fell, and so did his heart.  He nodded, watching Daniel link elbows with Luna.  Harry glared because Luna hated linking elbows.  She complained that linking elbows made her feel awkward.  What was she supposed to do with her arm?  Harry swallowed his comments, walking toward the elevator.   “How did you sleep?” Daniel asked Harry. Harry smiled, “Wonderful.  How did you sleep?” “Great, Luna didn’t hog the blankets last night.” Luna chuckled awkwardly, “I forgot my second blanket.” Harry frowned, Luna needed multiple blankets to stay warm throughout the night.  Harry supplied her with three blankets each time they had a sleepover.  How could Daniel laugh it off while his girlfriend barely slept?            The tiny brick café smelt of delicious baked goods.  Luna’s stomach growled as soon as she stepped inside. Harry’s mouth watered, examining each muffin and bread they had.  Daniel whined about the bitter coffee scent.   “What are you going to order?” Harry asked Luna. Luna checked the menu again, “I want an egg croissant, but I want to try a chocolate chip muffin.” “Why not get both?” Harry wondered. “This is why I love you,” She smiled, leaning into Harry. Harry smiled, “I love you too.” They each ordered their items.  Harry decided on two slices of their lemon poppy bread, Luna ordered the croissant and the muffin, and Daniel chose a slice of banana bread.   “Can we sit outside?  Please?  It looks beautiful.  The sun is coming out, they have vines draping down the umbrellas, and we can people watch!” Harry nodded, “Sure, anything you want dear.” She rolled her eyes, swatting at Harry. Harry watched her run out to grab a table.  She waved, pointing toward a table near the sidewalk.  Luna enjoyed watching people go about their lives and making up stories based on the short encounter.  Harry loved each story.   “Are you in love with her?” Daniel spoke up, startling Harry.   “Geez, where did you come from?” Harry asked, gripping his chest. Daniel rolled his eyes, “Answer me.” Harry rolled his eyes this time, “Commanding, how attractive.  No, I am not in love with Luna.  We’ve been best friends since middle school.  She understands me better than I understand myself sometimes, but I do not love her.  You can back off now.” “Oh, I’m not jealous.  I wanted to make it clear that she is mine.  She never thinks of you in bed,” Daniel bragged. Harry clenched his jaw, “Great.  Just don’t call her yours because she is an independent woman.  She could drop you in a second and never care.  Now, shall we join her?” Daniel watched Harry scamper off,  “I’ll make her hate you.” “What took you so long?” Luna asked Daniel, noticing he arrived later than Harry had. “Bathroom,” Daniel mumbled. Harry pointed his fork toward an elderly lady talking animatedly on the phone, “What’s her story.” Luna nodded, “Ah, Karen.  She recently divorced her husband because he cheated on her with the pool boy.  Right now, she’s exploding on a sandwich shop employee about her divorce.  She’ll never find love again, except in cheap wine bottles.” “Wow, what a tragedy,” Harry mumbled, wiping away a fake tear. “Sometimes people fall out of love.”            “Are you ready to explore?” Daniel asked, stepping into the hotel with Luna and Harry. “Sure, where should we go?” Luna questioned. Harry looked around the hotel, “Actually, you go ahead.  I’ll catch up with you two later.” “What?  I thought we wanted to do this together,” Luna complained. “I do, but I need to grab something. Have fun with Daniel,” Harry mumbled, pecking her cheek before jogging off. Daniel nearly cheered, thinking Harry understood his message about leaving Luna alone.   Luna pouted, turning toward Daniel, “Where should we go?” “I found a bookstore around here.  Shall we visit it?” Luna shrugged, wishing Harry was here to make some stupid joke.   Harry drove down crowded streets, searching for the shop.  Harry smiled parking at some dimly lit store.  Harry stumbled through the front door, breathing in the cinnamon candle scent. An elderly lady rushed toward Harry. The short, chubby lady reminded Harry of his gran.  Happiness and comfort emitted from the woman. “Hello dear, how may I help you?” Her honey-sweet voice warmed Harry. “I’m searching for your quilted blankets. My best friend left her blanket at home, and we are traveling all summer.  I figured I’d buy her one,” Harry blushed. She grinned, “Right this way.  We have a wide selection of quilts.  My daughters and I knit each one.” Harry gripped the soft cloth, feeling his muscles relax, “Wow, these feel amazing.  I might have to buy two.” “We would love that.  Everyone buys quilts online, so our customers have disappeared.” Harry frowned, “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, everything will be okay. I’ll be at the desk when you are ready,” The woman flashed one last smile before leaving Harry alone. Harry grabbed a lavender quilt for Luna, a blue one for himself, and three of the yellow ones.  Harry did not need five new quilts, but he wanted to help the shop. “Wow, you are purchasing five quilts?” “Yes ma’am, these quilts are amazing.” The woman grinned, ringing up Harry’s quilts. Harry enjoyed making people’s lives better.  Harry walked out of the store, proud that he made that woman’s day.  He messaged Luna, telling her to meet him at the hotel.              Luna dragged Daniel down the street, eager to see Harry.  Daniel spent an hour discussing books with another woman. The doe-eyed woman checked out Daniel too many times for Luna.  Luna attempted to pull Daniel away, but he waved her off.  She finally left him alone, missing the moment when he saved the other woman’s number on his phone.  Now, Daniel boiled with anger.  He had to leave because of Harry.  Luna waited impatiently in the elevator, watching the glowing red digits change on each floor.  Harry sat on his bed, tapping his feet.  Luna knocked on the door, opening it only a second later. “Harry, what is the surprise?” She asked, eyes searching around his room.   Harry laughed, removing his hands from behind his back, revealing the quilt.  Luna squealed with joy, reaching for the blanket. “Thank you. You are a lifesaver.  I hate sleeping without an extra blanket!” Daniel glared, watching Harry buy his girlfriend another gift.  Harry constantly surprised Luna with tiny gifts, which Daniel would buy if Harry didn’t beat him to the punch.   “I bought you one too.  I didn’t know what color you wanted, so I bought you a yellow.” Daniel forced a smile on his face, “Thank you.” “What were you two doing?” “Daniel took us to this bookstore.  It was amazing,” Luna cooed, smiling up at Daniel. Daniel smirked, capturing her plump lips with his thin lips.  Harry winced, looking away from his best friend making out with her boyfriend. “Well, how about we go see that art museum? I’ll even bring my camera.” “Yes, Harry takes the best photos,” Luna gushed.   Harry chuckled, loading up the film into his camera.   “I mean, he’s an art major.  Shouldn’t he be good at photography?” Daniel wondered. “No, I could suck at it.  That would be ironic,” Harry joked. Daniel nodded, chuckling lightly to break the tension.  Luna gripped Daniel’s hand, moving toward the door.  Harry followed, locking his hotel room.  Maybe things with Daniel would get better with time.  

[eris0330]

Frigid Kiss

☽Pairing☾ ; Yoongi | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Fluff

☽Promps☾ ; ❝There’s no way I’m going out in that weather!”❞

❝No way you’re going out in the snow in that!❞ ❝Catching snowflakes with your tongue is harder than it looks…❞

☽Word Count☾ ; 3.9k

☽Summary☾ ; Spending your first Christmas with Yoongi, finally after Four years being together as a couple. What is the plan, to make it memorable? 

☽Notes☾ ; A tribute to Cold Days, Warm Hearts Winter Themed One-Shot Collection

Dating Min Yoongi meant that there would be multiple nights home alone, and even on holidays. Though, he would always call you and even facetime when time was right. Being in his presence, was much more than just joy and love, it was everything. You were even surprised how long you could hold onto him, as for those unfair nights when he was working late and touring all the time. But, four years has passed and this time, he promised to come home for Christmas. Your very first Christmas together.

“When are you coming home?” You whispered into the air of the candle lit living room, as the radio boosted the newest and traditional Christmas jingles in the back. A heavy sigh to receive from the current phone call, making you roll around on the soft couch.

“I don’t know… I still have a lot of things to take care of” Yoongi muttered under his breath, rustling around with the phone in his hand. You pouted, wishing to let him see your facial expression of a partly disappointed puppy.

“But you promised that THIS would be OUR Christmas!” You whined, sitting up to watch the fireplace give a cosy orange hue to the room. Setting up the mission to find logs in the back of the shed outside, Yoongi had become quiet in the speaker. Anxious of the sun going down awfully fast, you hurried inside only retrieving a single log for the fireplace to chew on.

“Yeah, I’m sorry but the boys need me~” He replied once again you were inside, feeling relief of hearing his voice. Thinking, it must have been a bad connection back in the shed.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say the boys needed you? But you always complain that they are so clingy all the time, ever since we started dating??” You spoke curiously, throwing the log into the fireplace and pushing around to see the tiny sparkles rise.

“I may have said that…” He muttered, making you sigh exhausted. Crossing an arm around your abdomen as if it were possible to use both arms, you found defeat to find this Christmas as an opportunity to get together.

“Fine… whatever… Merry Christmas Yoongi” You replied with a light frown, trying to sound uplifting to ease the tension in your heart. But Yoongi knew better, not letting this go so easily.

“What’s wrong?” Being angry by his question was impossible, when he used the tone of concern and confusion at the same time. Yoongi were not usually blunt, but he had a tendency to be when it came around you on some levels. Though, it only made your heart warm and his personality cuter at every moment.

“Sometimes… it’s like you prefer the boys over me… Don’t get me wrong, I love them to death and I understand how strong of a bond you all have together, but…. I also need you. I really thought we could spend Christmas together before you go on tour again, but it’s okay. There are more events like this to come, and I’ll just go to the Christmas market myself of ask someone else to join me… really… it’s okay” You replied, staring out of the window as the purple hued clouds turned dark and blue. The street lights glistering one by one, and everyone walking towards the Christmas market that is hosted in centrum.

“I love you, you know?” He replied firmly, making your stomach turn and feeling slightly confused of his sudden confession, as if it was the first time. Smiling fondly, almost forgetting the trouble that were in your head and replying with a soft giggle; “I lov-“

“Wait-“ Yoongi quickly interrupted your sentence, while the sound of his significant giggle came through, with your brows scrunched together in confusion. A knock on the door made your body jolt and turn to see blonde strands of hair vision in the little window, making chills run down your spine. “-I want to hear it in person”

Walking towards the wooden door, your body decided to evolve the excitement building in the atmosphere as you turned the door handle. A familiar loving gummy smile appearing in the dark and his bright chocolate eyes coming to view, while you indulged the sight of Yoongi standing before you, he quickly turned off the call to embrace you in a hug.

“I promised to be with my baby for Christmas” He chuckled, when the shock hit you and your arms finding place around his neck. His scent of the latest cologne you gave him on your fourth anniversary, making your nose tickle of it, to indulge the presence of him.

“I love you” You whispered into his ear, making him take a step back to take a good look at you. His eyes scanning every bit of your flaws, when that’s what he found incredibly beautiful.

“HEY! You tricked me!” You whined as you slapped his broad chest, to hear his giggles turn to loud laughter. His nose scrunching once, before dragging you into a soft kiss. Light like a feather, as your lips met with a stroke of love. Your kisses were never exceptionally dramatic, but they were just perfect every time. Whether it was after a lousy fight over nothing, or saying goodbye before touring, it always gave an amazing feeling.

“I was here when you went out to grab that stupid log outside the shed, and were almost shitting myself if you caught me” He chuckled lightly, walking inside to put down his bag of clothes and essentials. Closing the door to realise the weird silence in the call, your eyes lit up of the reason that he didn’t speak when you were outside before.

“But it’s so good to see you again…” He commented, dragging you into a warm hug. His long black coat taking over your warm body and his nose digging into the crook of your neck, that he loved to seek hideout in. Even though of how many days goes by without a single touch, it’s like your bodies are a perfect match.

“I missed you” You muttered, stroking your fingers through his soft blonde hair. His adorable purrs tickling your skin, and his heart beating against your collarbones. Standing like this in the middle of the room, indulging the soft moments of meeting, didn’t affect the limited of time you had together, because every second, is precious.

“Anyways, when is this Christmas market happening?” He questioned, looking at the clock on his Rolex.

“Erhm…. Now?” You replied with a crooked smile, making his eyes scan once more over your body. Taking in the light blue jumper kimono and your knee-high socks to accompany, making his brow rise with a displeased expression.

“No way you’re going out in the snow in that!” He firmly demanded, pointing towards your new item you bought the other day as an early Christmas gift. His eyes adverting towards your body, to only place your hands on your hips.

“But-! I look super cute in this!” You whined like a brat, trying to soften him with the puppy pout as he shook his head. “Do you want to catch a cold??” He facepalmed, trying to hide away the light blush on his cheeks. Your attire had the right effect, because he could only feel more protective over you, with the guys fantasising at every chance they got.

“If I look cute, then it’s worth it” You chuckled, teasing him a bit more before deciding to change your outfit. You loved to tease him, because he either got adorably annoyed or tried his best to ignore you but failing in the end. It was always like that, even before dating each other. It was like a minor playful war, that you both contributed with love. 

Before you could head towards the tiny chambers, or so you liked to call your bedroom that. Yoongi caught your wrist as he pulled his dark coat over your head, covering every bit of light from the outside.

“Put this on, I got another one” He excused, fetching for his leather jacket in the bottom of his bag. Your nose indulging his scent, before embracing your body with the warm piece of cloth. The bottom nearly scraping the floor due to the height difference. Yoongi cursed under his breath seeing you in something that belonged to him, because you looked so god damn cute in it. Your face lighting up with joy, to see the tiny bit of pink arouse on his expression with a hint of possession in his eyes. Tip toeing your way to him, you gave him a soft kiss on his flushed cheeks to make his body jolt in surprise.

“Thank you” You smiled fondly, making him scratch the top of his head while adverting his gaze towards the exit. “Y-You’re welcome” He coughed, letting your fingers intertwine slowly. It was always a thing to do, whenever it meant to take a walk, not letting each other go for the sake of not becoming lost. Or so, that was one of Yoongi’s excuses when he first did it. 

Your feet directing towards the centrum, where the newest Christmas lights were going to be displayed and the best hot cocoa on earth. Food stands, snowmen and even real reindeers to let the kids feed. It wasn’t to your surprise, that Yoongi is an idol and being out in public were always a huge step for him. He wanted to let you know, that he is risking his whole career for just one night in your presence, to enjoy the things that brings a smile on your face. His own selfish demands of staying inside the house, with a safe area to not get discovered were always on the tip of his tongue. But he knew, it wasn’t a life that you wanted. What you loved, is what he needed to see too and same with you, staying all night in the studio to watch him work on a single verse that occupies his mind on a 24hour level, or the hidden poems in his drawer by the nightstand. It’s what you both loved, to explore the things that bought joy to each other’s life. Sometimes, Yoongi were anxious when walking alongside you as a couple. The stares of people, that could turn his life around if he were found out to have a partner.

“Relax. They are looking because your whole face is basically covered. Mind you, that a lot of people with face masks looks like an idol nowadays” You whispered, into his ear, as if you knew what he was thinking. But for someone like you, it wasn’t coming to him as a surprise. Your hand clutching tighter, to let him know that whatever happened, you were right there beside him.

“Ah, look!” You pointed towards the Santa Claus in the corner beside the huge Christmas tree, kids and teens were surrounding him to tell their biggest wishes to come true. Finding it amusing, and your boyfriend to find it strange, you pulled him towards the red coated man. Yoongi were merely confused, and before he could process everything, he was standing right in front of Santa himself. Giving you a confused look under his hoodie, you could only mouth the words “Come on, do it!”

Finding himself in an awkward position of unable to say no, he was already planning his revenge on you in his head. Santa didn’t seem to mind the grown man to step beside him, but sitting on Santa’s thigh were nothing but strange and were let to be kneeling beside him. Yoongi’s wide smile, covered with a hand as he whispered his wish to the ‘true’ Santa Clause, that only retrieved a tiny wink and smile. Before everything was over, you had already taken multiple pictures to send the boys later. Seeing Yoongi come back with displeased eyes, you could tell the aura of the cloud above him, that you weren’t going to be let off so easily.

“So, what did you wish for?” You teasing asked, making him shoot an eyebrow in defence.

“Have no one told you, that it won’t come true if you tell what you wish for?” He answered with wiggling brows, making you pout with a frown on top. Yoongi ruffled your hair before taking your hand in his, you both headed towards the cocoa and food stand. The chocolate scent of warmth and wintery times, while the sound of bells ringing from afar. The kids running around to throw snowballs at each other, you couldn’t help but discover the calm eyes as he watched them run past him. Nibbling on your shared food box, with the fried chicken in your hand, he caught your attention with his hidden smile behind the mask.

“I want one of those” His outbreak of a comment, made you almost choke on your chicken wing as he laughed loudly at your reaction.

“You- What?!” You coughed, sipping on the cocoa to ease the rough coughing. Yoongi were almost crying of laughter, seeing the tears dwell in the corner of his eyes.

“A chicken wing, I want one of those chicken wings” He chuckled loudly, making your cheeks flush of embarrassment. His laughter continuing, as you wished for a place to hide from him.

“You should have seen your face, that was priceless. What did you think I meant?” He questioned curiously, and without time to escape properly, you stuffed your whole mouth with a chicken leg instead. His head shaking with a prominent smile to give up on the matter, when he knew, he got you good, right there.

It didn’t take long to go through the whole market of people, trees and ornaments with lights crossing every now and then. It was a huge circle of the same things, and people would normally become bored by now, but you both enjoyed walking together. Sometimes, you caught him staring at you for a longer period. It was blunt, clear and making your heart race.

“Something wrong?” You questioned, easing his stare to a softness that were familiar.

“God damn it… You become more beautiful by each day that pass…” He confessed under his breath, making the heat in your cheeks flush harder. Your stomach was filled with butterflies, that were trying to barge out by all it’s might. Yoongi were not usually the type to compliment you a lot, but happened at random occasions when he felt like it. You appreciated every one of them, and it didn’t stop you from doing the same to him. His kisses beneath the mask, were enough to make your skin burn. As if, no one was around. It didn’t take long before ending the evening walk at home. The fireplace re-lit and the speaker blasting with Christmas jingles and Crystal snow, you were almost feeling complete, when dancing with Yoongi in the living room. You could barely remember, the last time he asked for a dance, to fool around together. Dining a wine, celebrating the snow falling on the ground to cover the green grass with a white blanket. It was probably not the most traditional Christmas, but it’s far more than you had expected.

Your bodies wrapped together in front of the fireplace, feeling the heat rise within every kiss that was shared. Yoongi’s skin, glowing with a different hue than what you were used to, sending eye candy at every angle. His eyes, only adoring you like a treasure. There wasn’t any need for words, when you both knew what every kiss, stroke and look meant. You were living dictionaries for each other, that no one else could use.

“The fire is going to run out soon….” Yoongi whispered between soft pecks on your forehead, nose, cheeks and finally lips. His fingers running through your soft hair and finding place on your cheek, to stroke it fondly to feel your lips tie to a smile.

“Then you should fetch some of the logs in the shed” You whispered with a teasing smile, making him lean on his elbow to look down on your frame. His fringe covering pieces of his forehead while some strands affected his long lashes, and the mess on the side from laying on the fluffy blanket. His eyes looking out to the window, watching the heavy spots of snow falling with a displeasing face. It was the kind of facial expression, that told you; You actually want me to go?

“You have to win over me in RPS, and then I’ll fetch the log” You pleaded a deal, making his eyebrows rise in curiosity and that it was too daring not to try. Setting yourself up on a sitting position facing each other, you both gave a winning face of threat and the sound of your knuckles tightening to fire up a game.

“There’s no way I’m going out in that weather!” Yoongi yelled loudly as you both displayed a significant, scissor and a rock. Watching his eyes fall to defeat, you chuckled lightly while blowing on your hand like a gun. “Oh Yoongi and his scissors” You teased, making him frown to attempt a re-match. It took you some time to push him to stand, before he fetched his jacket from the couch while groaning. Slow movements, attempting to make you go with him. His pouts that were too irresistible, that it hurt to make him go out. But, you were stronger than that.

“I am NOT going with you outside, I won fair and square” You defended, making him pout harder as he came closer. His arms wrapping around you, while kneeling behind. God how you loved his back hugs. A familiar hum to drag you away like melted butter, you were standing on your feet in his embrace. Met with a big smile, that only told you that he won and he was damn satisfied.

“Okay, ONLY this time” You spat, taking his coat around your shoulders, knowing that it was only a log you had to fetch and it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes.

Your fingers intertwining like usual, walking out the door to find the shed across the garden. The white snow glistering as if people spread glitter on clouds and let it fall from the sky, landing in your hair as a nest. The cold weather biting on your ankles, while you walked towards the shed. Letting go of his hand were hard enough, to see him walk by himself into the dark wooded house. Taking the time to adore the scenery, of untouched snow and the calm white dots falling so blissfully in front of you. Sticking your tongue out, trying to catch it like when you were a kid. The idea of tasting snow, with a surprising aroma but merely disappointed with nothing. Yoongi came back with slow and calm steps, catching you in action and smiling fondly of the outcome.

“Catching snowflakes with your tongue is harder than it looks…” You pouted, sensing his tense aura come closer to stand in front of you. “Then catch this” Watching his eyes glistering by the white snow beneath, he leaned towards to give a loving and slow kiss. The kind, that would never be forgotten. Every emotion put into it, like your favourite song on repeat. Letting go of his warm and comfortable lips like home, your fingers locked like it was meant to be forever. You found his actions odd, and even weirder when you noticed that he didn’t get the log from the shed yet.

“Why didn’t you get the log? Are we out?” You questioned confused, making him smile insecurely. There was something wrong with him, but it was the first time, you couldn’t tell. His deep eyes, sending different signals but one thing was for sure, your heart began to beat harder than usual.

“Y/N…” His call of your name with such care, sent shivers down your spine. Not because of cold weather, but the way he looked at you like a delightful dream. His hands shaking in fear and confidence overruling, when one knee hit the frigid soft ground beneath. Your eyes growing wider, unable to speak and tears already dwelled in the corner of your eyes.

“Y/N… My Best friend, My love, My muse and My greatest companion. When we first met, I didn’t know that the war we created as enemies, turned to a beautiful fairy tale. The kind of stories, I never want an ending to. You’re always here, when I’m going away. Waiting, for your prince on the white horse to return. What did I deserve, to have you in my life? Keeping up with the limited of time together and the ways, I can’t make it home to hold you tight.” The words and raspy deep voice, spread like a poem making tears fall down your hot cheeks. His thumb to continue stroking the back of your hand, with his own tears cornering his eyes. A smile, so proudly big like never before, that you could only mirror.

“I want to protect you, to love you, to cherish every piece of your soul and to be yours only. You’re my moon, that shines when nights are dark and I’m lost. With you here, with me forever, means I can always find my way. Will you marry me? And let me be your stars on the night sky?” He questioned, pulling out a white box to open it. A beautiful simple silver ring and diamonds aligning to blind with beauty. Your throat feeling tight, your heart beating with the loudest sound and the emotions inside were overwhelming. Anticipating an answer, Yoongi were filled with excitement but most of all, anxious if you would accept him. For his flaws, mistakes and presence.

“YES! Of course!” You shouted loudly, taking him aback by your powerful voice. His smile widening and the ring slipping onto your finger like nothing, and his body embraced by your own. His coat on your shoulders falling, as you both reached the cold ground. Warm kisses on every area possible, to express the happiness bubbling in your whole body. Laughter and warm hugs, almost melting the snow around you. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist, indulging into the deep kiss that formed of the heat within your bodies. Your tears continuing to fall, as he couldn’t hold back the ones he had too.

“Let’s get inside, we shouldn’t get a cold” Yoongi suggested with a calming voice, brushing his fingers along your jaw to give a last kiss. Helping each other up from the little snow angel on the ground, you both walked side by side towards the entrance. Fingers intertwined yet again, but to be let go, faster than it had begun. Giving him a confused smile, he kissed your cheek in a hurry.

“I forgot the log, go inside, I’ll be there in a sec” He spoke, pushing you towards the entrance as he walked back towards the shed. Without protesting, you were on the way to pour more wine as a celebration of being engaged with the only man, that could love you like no other. Your soulmate.

Yoongi’s eyes, found place on the snowy path and catching the messy snow angel on the ground. Biting his lip to not smile too widely of his achievement, he could barely keep his body from jumping in excitement. The snowflakes falling in his hair, as he retrieved the desired log for the night, he continued to watch the snow fall slowly from the dark night sky. The stars blinking at him, as if they knew what happened. Chuckling to himself, with his hands sending a thumb up to the man he didn’t believe in at first.

“Thanks Santa”

[spideycents]

B-Roll // Shawn Mendes - 4: rolling

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trigger warning: sexual harassment

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"Maybe I'll just see you guys at lunch," Shawn suggests as we're climbing out of the van. It's stopped on the street outside a massive high school gym.

"Yeah maybe," I shrug. "Depends on how busy things get."

"I won't be busy," Michael chimes in. "I'll probably be on my third plate of pasta."

"Unless it's chicken," I laugh lightly.

"If it's chicken, then I'll eat salad," Michael says flatly.

Shawn's looking back and forth between the two of us. "Chicken's bad, eh?"

"Very," I say simply before Michael can go off on his long rant that I've heard a billion times.

"Man, guess I won't eat chicken today then," Shawn laughs lightly.

"Oh no," Michael cuts him off. "It's not your chicken. Crew food is always super bougie and delicious and amazing and sometimes you guys have lobster and chocolate fountains and basically crack. It's the extras food that's dogshit. It's like school mystery meat."

"Someone probably ran over the extra's chicken on their way to set," I add. "A month ago."

Shawn grimaces. "Crazy."

We nod.

"It's the worst," Michael continues. "Always has been. Always will be."

"I don't know," I shrug. "I think I've accepted it and kinda like it now."

"Well then we'll trade today," Michael says. "You can eat extras catering while I get crew."

I cringe. "I think I'll just bring you a brownie and we'll call it square."

Shawn chokes back a laugh and I look at him.

"Cause brownies are usually square," he smiles.

I roll my eyes, but a hint of a laugh sneaks it's way onto my face.

I'm about to say something really stupid about puns, but I'm saved by someone yelling for Shawn over by the gym.

We all look over and see the guy who was with Shawn in the parking lot this morning. He's waving him over. I can see base-camp across a practice field by the gym, so Shawn's trailer must be over there.

"Well," he turns back to us. "That's my cue."

"It was nice meeting you," I smile at him and hold out my right hand. He takes it in his. His handshake is strong, but it doesn't hurt. It's just...secure.

"Yeah, you too," he smiles back.

"See ya around," Michael nods at him.

"Let me know if ya get the bad chicken and maybe I'll bring you a burger, man." Shawn tells him.

Michael laughs lightly. "You got it."

"Break a leg," I tell him.

"Thank you," he smiles again and turns away. "See ya."

"See ya," I say softly as he turns away and heads over to his friend.

"Fuck, it's cold!" Michael exclaims, already walking quickly toward the gym doors. Blue signs taped to orange cones have arrows printed on them that say Extras Holding is that way.

We drop our things at our usual spot in holding.

Michael collapses into a folding chair. He pulls a hoodie out of his bag and bundles it up then sets it on the table in front of him.

I raise my eyebrows at him. "Nap time already?"

He nods.

"Are we not gonna talk about what just happened?"

He shakes his head.

"But-"

"Shhh." He folds his arms under the hoodie and buries his face in the fabric.

I roll my eyes and look around the gym. There are tables set up for breakfast, but nothing's been put out yet. There's a bright orange water cooler on a table against the wall by the door where we came in, but that's about it. No one's come by to set out boxes of fruit and granola bars and gummies yet. I'd kill for a PB&J station right now.

My stomach's actually starting to hurt, I'm so hungry. I should've grabbed something from home. Michael managed to down an iced coffee before we left, that'll honestly hold him until lunch. All I got was my water bottle.

If I don't have real food in five minutes, my inner Hulk might be unleashed.

Maybe crew crafty's been set up by now. I won't get in trouble if I ransack the cart. I have email proof that I'm part of this movie.

God, they need something more solid and tangible, like ID badges or something. Walkie-talkies with our names sharpie'd onto a piece of tape is so half-assed. I don't think I get one of those anyway.

I wonder where crew crafty is...

Close to set? Maybe? Probably?

I don't know.

Should I ask someone?

Can I ask someone?

I look like a fucking child. No one is gonna believe I'm crew. That PA definitely didn't.

Maybe I should pull up that email and have it ready to flash to anyone who questions me.

I wander out of the gym, into a big open hallway. The makeshift signs taped to the walls have arrows pointing toward holding, set, catering, base camp, and the bathrooms.

Thankfully, those are right by the gym. I make a mental note of the location of the women's room and head outside, toward catering and base camp.

There are no real parking lots at this school, which explains why we parked at a gravel lot behind some church a few blocks away. The only parking spots line three of the four streets surrounding the school. This part of the city is a grid system, which should mean we're downtown and near a parking garage or two, but we're basically in the suburbs. Like the old suburbs. The houses around the school are all one story, maybe two, not big at all and look like they were built in the 60s or 70s. Which they probably were.

I leave the school through a row of three sets of glass doors. I walk through the middle set and push both doors open in a grand double door exit because I'm extra like that.

I head for the large practice field behind the school and make a bee-line for base camp.

I wonder if Shawn's made it to his trailer yet.

Since they can't park any trailers on the grass field, they're all in a gravel lot in the corner farthest from me. Except for all the semis full of costumes and the makeup trailers that flood out onto the street. As I trudge across the field, which is slightly muddy since it's been raining a lot this summer, I notice another parking lot behind the gym. I see steam rising from a small village of tents, which can only mean one thing.

My pace goes from tired trudging to Usain Bolt Olympic sprinting in three seconds flat.

I lurch to a stop when I reach catering. I'm panting, but I can't tell if that's from the running or my hunger or both. The cooks are in a frenzy, getting stuff ready for breakfast. Everything smells so amazing that my mouth waters. I'm about to dive my face into a griddle covered in bacon when another smell catches my nose.

Nicotine.

Oh god, it's foul and unpleasant and completely ruins my appetite, so now I'm really pissed off.

There's a small group of smokers huddled around a loading dock that's just past catering. I'm so annoyed that they're standing so close to the food. They're gonna make their awful smells seep into the food. I swear, if I eat pancakes that taste vaguely of cigarettes, I will shove their lighters up their butts.

No pun intended.

There's a door that goes back into the gym, but to get to it, I have to pass the smokers.

I get some weird looks from the caterers while I quickly make myself a cup of coffee and grab some eggs, bacon, and toast, but no one comes up to me and yells at me or demands proof that I'm really crew.

I try to hold my breath while I walk past the smokers, but my lungs haven't been under this much pressure since middle school cross country.

I hate this.

The smell's going to cling to my clothes.

This sucks so much.

I hate nothing more than this god awful, putrid stench.

I try to take in long deep breaths in the clean air that still smells and, oh god, kind of tastes like bacon. Fucking shit. I'm so fucking hungry!

I don't want to make it too obvious that I'm holding my breath or speed walking, but I want to get by the smokers as quickly as humanly possible without full on running.

"Lyla!"

Oh god. Oh please no.

"Hey! Lyla!"

I look over at the group and waving back at me is Jake, the literal bane of my existence.

Fuck him.

"Hi Jake," I call back and walk over to him, but still keep a wide berth between us.

Take note of the space I'm not closing. Let this conversation end before it even begins.

He smirks at me and I notice his gaze fall down my legs and back up my body for an agonizing second, then he looks back at my eyes. "How you been?" he nods.

Really?!

A slight shiver makes me turn my neck and raise my shoulder slightly to force it down.

I hate this.

I hate him.

Rot in hell.

"I'm great," I say, faking enthusiasm. "How are you?"

"I'm good," he nods again, but it's more like a bro nod rather than a flirt nod. "Living the dream."

I choke back the feeling of something rising in my throat.

God, I forgot how much he says that. I hate that stupid phrase.

I laugh lightly, but it's in that moment that I realize everyone else in the smoker's group has stopped talking. They're watching us.

They're quietly taking long, slow drags, the soft glow briefly illuminating their faces. They're shrouded in shadow until the light catches their eyes and I know they're looking at me. I don't want an audience. I didn't sign up for this.

The stench of the smoke is still so foul and it's taking every ounce of self-control I have to not scrunch up my nose or cover my face with my hand or my shirt.

"What are you booked as?"

Why is he still talking to me? For once, I want him to be the douchebag that he is so I can go inside and get the hell away from him.

I don't understand. Usually, after we've exchanged the pleasantries, he looks bored and it's clear he's lost interest in me, but he's still looking at me intently. I don't think his eyes have left me once.

I feel a flush rise in my cheeks.

I don't want to deal with this right now. Especial not here, exposed and self-conscious. We're not doing this right now

"I'm not an extra."

Stop responding, Lyla. Walk away. Go inside.

His eyebrows raise in surprise and I have to fight the impulse to roll my eyes so hard, it gives me a headache.

"I'm a makeup assistant," I add.

"Oh, really? That's awesome!" Gotta love his fake excitement. "I'll be sure to come to your chair then."

He winks at me.

I'm gonna kill him.

He's not hot enough to get away with this shit. He may have nice eyes and he's tall and in moderate shape, but he's got a weird face, receding hairline, protruding jaw, and disgusting beard that's somehow always greasy.

He's garbage and I'm done with him. Really done.

"If it's open," I say curtly then I turn on my heel and walk back into the gym.

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I couldn't sleep when I wrote this so if it’s awful, blame global warming.