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[petrovna-zamo]

[thisismeracing]

Mick Schumacher NSFW Alphabet

warnings: +18; mentions of sex, praising and size kink, dirty talk, choking, and public sex; sex (p in v, oral); she/her!reader; minors DNI!

A — Aftercare (what he is like after sex)

I made a whole headcanon on this topic (here), but Mick is great when it comes to aftercare. He will tell you how good it was, get you water and snacks afterward, and will draw you a bath if you feel like it. If you opt for a shower he will wash your hair, and when you are ready for bed he'll cuddle you.

B — Body part (his favorite body part)

Mick is a boob guy, so he's obsessed with your boobs, and it doesn't matter if you think they're too small, too big, or too average, he loves it anyway, and makes a point of lying on them when you cuddle. He loves to slip his hands inside your shirt and play with your nipples or just simply hold your boobs, it's comforting.

C — Cum (basically anything to do with cum)

Since his favorite body part of yours are your boobs, he just loves to cum on it too, though he finds it hard to decide if he likes it better when he cums on your boobs or in your mouth.

D — Dirty secret (his dirty secret)

He wants to try making a sex tape with you someday, he keeps the suggestive pictures and Polaroids you give/send him, but they can only do so much when you’re away from the other.

E — Experience (how experienced is he?)

He does not have much experience (haven't had that many partners before you), but he knows what he's doing, and he is eager to learn what works best for you, and what you do to him that makes him tremble.

F — Favorite position (sex position)

Cowboy. Mick loves it when you're on top, his hands are free to roam around your body, you can watch each other cum, and he still has some level of dominance because he can thrust up easily (thanks to all his gym training).

G — Goofy (Is he serious, or humorous, how he acts in the moment?)

He's a middle term between serious and humorous, but mostly serious. Mick can switch easily between the cute guy and the dominant lover, and so in bed, it's always a mix, one second you say something he finds particularly funny, and you're laughing, the other your laughter is turning into screams, and moans because he used your distraction to circle your clit or thrust his way inside again.

H — Hair (how groomed is he?)

He's really groomed down there, and he shaves regularly, he's attentive with his intimate area just like he is with his face, chest, and armpits. He prefers it that way for him, but he doesn't mind if you're hairy or whatever.

I — Intimacy (how passionate is he?)

VERY. Mick doesn't like half-assed things, so he will make you cum, and he will praise you and your body. And though he loves it when you guys have quickies or just fuck hard, he finds comfort when you make slow sex, it's intimate, but it can still be dirty sometimes, and the orgasm hit just as hard if not harder.

J — Jack off (how often he masturbates)

He tries to keep it down when you spend days apart, just because he thinks it builds up to the moment you're finally together, but sometimes it's hard not to masturbate, especially when you keep sending him dirty messages and suggestive pics. He probably does it once or twice during race week when you're not together, but if you're with him, you will probably just have sex instead because usually your timing and his match.

K — Kink (one or more)

Mick has a praising kink. He just loves it when you tell him how good he's making you feel, how big he is, and so on. He likes to do it for you too. He's a dirty talker, so you can bet he's vocal about how you feel, how wet you are, how your noises make him feel, and how much he has been waiting to fuck you. Mick most likely has a bit of a size kink too, he's not the biggest guy, but he's broad, and he loves how he looks beside you, and how some parts of your body are engulfed by his (headcanon here).

L — Location (favorite places to do it)

Anywhere inside your house is a go-to, but nothing can compare to the comfort of your/his room, you have a nice bed, and you have mirrors around, and it's private enough that you can moan and scream without being afraid of people barging in or interrupting.

M — Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

Anything you do, honestly. It's not that hard to get Mick turned on, but it's quicker when you're flirting with him. During sex, he gets more motivated when you praise him or get vocal -especially if you moan his name.

N — No (something he would NOT do)

Mick's open to trying a bunch of things with you, but he won't try anything that can hurt you (so no hot wax, no toys that give chocks, or spanking instruments -his hands are enough!). Mick also doesn't like hardcore humiliation, sure you guys will play around and he will call you a slut/brat here and there, but nothing more than this.

O — Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, and so on)

He knows his way around your body, and he knows how to use his tongue and fingers, so his skills are enough to make you cum faster than a song can come and go. Mick doesn't have preferences though, he can't really decide if he likes giving or receiving more, but just because he takes pleasure in giving pleasure, so he always gets hard when he has his face between your legs, and he feels powerful to make you come only using his fingers/tongue.

P — Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Slow and sensual. He just loves to watch all your reactions and prolong the moment as far as he can.

Q — Quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

He likes it, and it happens often, although Mick prefers to have "proper" sex at home. Sometimes it's just what he needs before a meeting or race, or when you're at a party and you keep teasing him.

R — Risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc)

Mick is a fairly open-minded guy, so as long as it's not something dangerous, and you're into it, he wouldn't mind trying and taking the risks - that mindset made you guys have a quickie in the bathroom during a family gathering btw. He prefers to play it safe, but sometimes it's just too tempting.

S — Stamina (how many rounds can he go? How long does he last?)

He's a professional athlete, so his body is trained to endure a lot, and have the energy to go on and about, which means he can go for how many rounds you want to (especially because he usually likes to use his fingers and tongue too). Most of the time, you guys will go two or three times the same night, but it all depends on the day. During race week, for example, it's just one round. Mick lasts long enough to make you cum, he likes to wait for you.

T — Toys (does he use/own any?)

He likes to use your vibrators on you, and he doesn't mind when you use them on him. He doesn't own any though.

U — Unfair (how much does he tease?)

He usually teases you more during sex than before sex, that is because he usually can’t handle your teasings, therefore he makes a point of not teasing you too much because there’s always a comeback. Before sex his teasings consist in looking you up and down, staring at your ass without people noticing, displaying his fingers in a way he knows will drive you crazy and sometimes, when he’s feeling bold, he’s gonna whisper dirty things in your ears.

V — Volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

Mick usually groans and grunts a lot, he likes to moan lowly in your ear too. If you're alone, he's loud and vocal, but if you're somewhere else and there are people in the next room he can keep quiet just grunting on your neck.

W — Wild card (random headcanon for him)

Mick is a switch so he likes to be ordered around every once in a while, he finds it hot and he likes the idea of you using his body to your own pleasure. During those times he goes feral when you try to choke him. And he will most likely curse and dirty talk to you in german.

X — X-ray (what’s under his clothes?)

He has length and girth, Mick's packed and he knows it. He's a bit bigger than the average, but nothing too big to make the experience uncomfortable.

Y — Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

It’s high. Mick is a lover by nature so he is ready to go most of the times, you just gotta say the words and he will make you feel good.

Z — Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterward)

It depends on the day. Mick likes to wait for you to fall asleep before he does, so it takes some long minutes, but sometimes during race week, he's asleep in the blink of an eye because of how tiring the routine can be.

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[radi0dontt]

Fisheye Lens

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xB has carried a camera around for years, taking pictures to collect memories. xB is now alone on the Hermitcraft server.

xB took a step back, having to tilt his head up to fully take in the sight of the, honestly kind of ridiculous storage solution. 

For some reason, one of them had pitched that the best early game storage solution available to them, was a colossal chest about 15 blocks tall and wide in the middle of their sky base. 

xB would like to blame Hypno for the idea, but he thought that Hypno should be blamed for most things. So what did he know. 

He cracked a smile and started to dig through his inventory for something. 

Hypno, once he himself had finished laughing at the stupidly oversized chest, glanced over his shoulder to watch xB curiously. 

Eventually, xB pulled out what he had been looking for, what was essentially a modified polaroid camera. He held it up in victory. 

“Hold on, I’ve gotta take a picture of this thing.” 

Hypno burst into laughter again, running to stand in front of the chest. “Get me in it, for scale!”

xB backed up a few more blocks on the stone path sticking out from the central platform. He messed with all of the cameras buttons and bits until he had the shot he wanted lined up. 

He hadn’t put too much thought into it, the whole height of the chest and a waving Hypno peeking out at the bottom. The endless void of their skyblock world stretched out in the background. 

As it instantly developed, he glanced between the image and what he could currently see. Hypno had returned to intermittent bouts of laughter at the sheer scale, instead of posing for the camera, but the picture had captured most of the moment.

The clouds kept rolling across the sky, and they continued to laugh. 

He had tucked the photo away, and they had moved on. 

———

“Hey, want a picture?”

xB teased, switching his sword for the familiar camera that he dragged between servers. Beef rolled his eyes, readjusting his now dented iron helmet on his head. The camera was visibly old now, covered with half-peeled stickers and stories, but it was waterproof and sturdy, the cyan colour only slightly faded with time. 

“Oh yeah, great, to commemorate this occasion. I definitely want to remember this.” Beef teased back, huffing a laugh. He was well accustomed to xB taking his random pictures. He had long since accepted that it was just one of those things about xB, everybody had a thing or two. Who was he to judge, he had slightly bigger problems right now anyway.

With a sigh, Beef gave his best smile and thumbs up to the camera. He had the very distinct, disheveled look of someone that had definitely just been blown up by a creeper on the first day.  

It took all of xB’s willpower not to start laughing again as he and Beef huddled around the picture in the tiny, terribly lit deepslate hut, to get a look under the torchlight. 

That was his first picture of the season actually, he realised as he put it safely in his inventory.

He would call Beef around by the end of the season, show him the picture again, they would get to look back and laugh. 

———

But Hypno wasn’t here anymore, and he hadn’t seen Beef. He hadn’t seen anyone. 

He stared up at the rift, glassy purple coating the whole cave with a slight tinted purple glow.

Staring wasn’t doing anything. It hadn’t done anything, and it would continue to not do anything. xB knew that, rationally, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

His friends were on the other side, wherever that led to, and he could do very, very little about it. 

———

“I’m not gonna talk to you for a week!”

Keralis crossed his arms, stomping away through the sand, turning his back to xB dramatically. 

“A whole week!” Keralis continued as xB giggled, already fishing for his camera in his inventory. 

“Seven whole days.” Keralis turned back to look at xB, his pout breaking into a wide grin. “Princess! Are you taking pictures of me?”

xB had the little cyan camera raised, the harsh desert sun illuminated Keralis clearly in his view. He was almost glowing. 

“Well if I’m not gonna see you for a week I’ve gotta make this moment last.”

———

xB held his camera tightly as reached the edge of his starter base and dropped off, unceremoniously, into the water surrounding the platform.

With a splash he let himself sink. The world muffled briefly and turned blue as he watched bubbles rise to the surface. 

He blinked, and for a moment he swore he could see wide eyes staring down at him. Keralis leaned over the edge of his base, looking down. 

But spawn was empty, the shopping district was empty. The lake was empty too, his conduit was taking care of that, and his base was very, very empty. 

He swam back to the shore, camera in hand, tail pushing him lazily through the water.

———

He naturally retreated to the back of the group as Grian started his speech to announce the already-obvious winner of the turf war. 

xB didn’t really care who won though, they had all had fun, that was what mattered to him. He glanced around at the other hermits and knew he wanted a picture of this. 

The whole group was smiling, clearly tired from all of the games, but it was the good kind of tired. xB felt it too. 

He turned around and messed with his old camera, quickly holding it up to snap a picture of the whole group, the score board already half lit-up in the background. 

The click of his camera wasn’t heard through the laughing and cheering and joking of the crowd. He nestled the produced image into his hoodie pocket and tuned back in for the rest of Grian’s speech. 

False was stood to his right, and… and Etho to his left? Or cub? 

The rest of the memory dissolved into fuzziness, the details melting into hazy laughter, cheering and fireworks. 

xB was left staring at the picture clutched in his hands. Water had dripped down onto it, now distorting the image itself. He blinked. It didn’t clear.

His hoodie was wet, the same as his hair and fins, dripping water onto the deepslate floor and into a small puddle at his knees. 

All of his polaroids were scattered in front of him. 

xB was alone. 

He knew that he was alone. xB had been alone before. He knew how to be alone. He would go so far as to say that he was actually very good at it. 

One of the things about being alone, xB had noticed - and because he was so good at being alone, he would guess that he was right - is that it really took a while until you realised it.

xB knew that he was alone, but he hadn’t really known until he had crawled back to his base, soaking with river water, and sifted through pictures that stared back. 

He didn’t know what he was looking for. The pictures stared back with smiles and laughter. A line dangling bait in front of him, of a place he could never go back to. A time he could never have back, distorted in his memory. Friends he might never get back. 

———

The raft swayed gently with the movement of the ocean. 

One of the things about being out at sea, xB knew, is that you were always, very, very alone. 

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

Could you PLEASE write a fluff alphabet for Jadon? xx

Jadon Sancho fluff alphabet:

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Jadon loves to have action in his life. Something that you always do, mostly without even noticing is to just sing and dance along to music. Since J always has music playing anyways you two just end up dancing, often weirdly, to it.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He finds your eyes absolutely beautiful, especially when he sees how they change when you look at him.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

When you’re sad he kisses you. prepping wet kisses all over you face making you giggle, knowing that a kiss from him does wonders to you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would definitely want to move into a nice house with you, a big garden for him and a nice pool for summer days.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

You are both pretty equal. He is not that dominating but not passive either, if you two have a decision to make you would 100% both have a say in it and no one would be mad if it wouldn’t go their way.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

When he is mad he gets pretty snappy often don’t realizing it. So when he has made you feel mad he would not be that aware of and take some time till he realizes and tries to make up.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

I feel like some things are very normal for him just because he has been successful since he was a teenager, but he is still grateful for them. He is especially grateful for your relationship because he knows many people search years for something you two have.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has a few ‘secrets’ although they’re more like things you don’t really want to know. Not wanting to hear much about his last relationships or his one night stands. Besides that you guys always want to communicate and not have any secrets.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He has definitely realized that being grateful for things is important. Seeing how important someone can be has helped him to look for the special things even in little parts of life.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He does get jealous really easily but he tries to not show it. However this is not working at all, anyone could see how jealous he is from miles away. Calming him down only works with a lot of reassuring that you are his and that you love him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is definitely a good kisser. He is also stealing kisses all the time. Going to sleep? He’ll need a kiss. Right before a game? He’ll need a kiss.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

You two have just gotten back from a date and were cuddling on the couch. Brushing his fingers through your hair as you listened to his heart beat. Looking up to him you two shared your first kiss after that jadon asked if he can call you his girlfriend officially.

The first time he said i love you was after loss as you were cheering him up. Holding him in your arms as he rambled about what he could have done better - shutting him up with as kiss you played with his curls. Telling him cute things and cheering him up like no one could made him say the three little words.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He hasn’t really thought about marriage yet just because you both are pretty young and he thinks there’s enough time left.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

he likes to call you bubba or wifey just for fun

if he talks about you with other people he calls you his missus

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It is kind of obvious. He is always talking about you.

„Oh yeah my girl does that too“

„Gonna spent some time with my missus“

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He is really into PDA. He doesn’t care who is there when he kisses you, he’s always holding your hand and carrying your things for you.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He had the ability to change they way you think over yourself. He is always hyping you up and those things stay in your head boosting your ego. Jadon has helped you to love yourself more than you already did.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He doesn’t want anything that others could give to you. Always wanting to create something special for you letting his creativity take over.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He is so supportive. Jadon knows how important support from loved ones is so he is sure to always return it. Always hyping you up while taking pictures or reposting your insta pics.

“Look at my gorgeous girl”

“Damn that pose looks good”

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Jadon always needs to experiment never wanting to have a boring routine in his life. The same thing goes for your relationship - things are constantly changing, in a comfortable way.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He tries to be understanding. There are some things he doesn’t understand but nevertheless he will fully support you and be there for you, trying to educate himself to understand you more.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You are very important in his life he is always telling you how grateful he is and how much you have changed his life to the better.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He is a cuddler. Once you two lay down in bed you can be sure you won’t get up after. Jason’s arm weighting down on you as he buries his head in your neck leaving small kisses.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes haha. He loves to cuddle. He will even stay in bed longer, risking to be late, just so he can cuddle you longer.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He has little polaroids of you two that always remind him of you.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He will do a lot for you. If you ask for something he will be very unlikely to turn it down

[thatlongspringnight]

Effortlessly Alone (Chapter 1) (Jin x Namjoon)

Pairing: Namjoon x Seokjin 

Genre: fluff, soft angst, fantasy

Rating: T for teen 

Length: 3.5 k 

Warnings: Feeding fish food they shouldn’t eat, sad boys

Summary: Jin is an ancient river god, cursed to be trapped in his fish form for his heartless transgressions. Namjoon is a lonely twenty-something who takes to feeding him cheese crackers and telling him about his life. Together this unlikely pair may just find the answers to the loneliness in their hearts are closer than they think.

This is for the Spring Sprouts collab, which has honestly been the highlight of my March, I had no idea how much this idea would spring out of control, enough for me to make this a chapter fic. Tune in next time for more of Jin’s past, and Namjoon taking a date to the river. <3 

The first time Namjoon visits the river, it's to clear his head. Odd, considering the vast emptiness that had seemed to take over in the last few weeks, a sort of dullness that not even reading could banish. He’s new to this small town, and he knows that in part...that’s the problem. He’s new and he’s lonely. Lonely and bored, a job transfer from busy Seoul that had upped his pay, but left him stranded in what seemed like the wilderness. 

It’s different, so different from the fast paced life he’d left behind, and some days...some days its maddening. Maddening enough to force him up onto his feet, jogging through winding roads, rarely paved, taking in his new home, hoping to burn off the anxious energy he’d yet to find a healthy outlet for. 

And today - that takes him to the river, plopping to the ground as he makes it there, the grass soft and cool against sweaty thighs. There is a little sitting area his eyes trail, and a pagoda that looks far too old for his comfort. Like a relic from another time. A cherry blossom tree, not yet blooming, that looked just as old. Out of respect, or maybe fear of spiders, he chooses to avoid them both, instead finding himself lounging at the water’s edge, basking in the warmth of the day...the sound of the water moving by.

“Its not so bad.” He speaks out loud, but only to himself, he’s alone here after all. Nature has rarely comforted him in his short life, but this place...well, he wonders if the water is too cold...or if it would be nice enough to dip his feet in. He wonders what the stars look like at night from here, gazing above the river. “I mean, I have all this free time.” It’s a musing, punctuated by him sliding off his shoes, socks shoved inside them. 

There is no harm in it right? He shifts, a jolt as his feet hit the water, current smooth and soothing and very cold. But he doesn’t move. 

It is grounding and liberating all at once...at least until he feels something nip at his ankle. 

“Ahhk!” He tumbles back, feet yanked out of the water. “What - “ He can’t help himself, scrambling to look over the edge of the water, to find out what - And it is a what, Joon thinks, eyes widening. A beautiful what. 

A beautiful fish. Long flowing fins in elegant shades of ivory fading to soft pink. Big too - like a koi who has gotten comfortable in a well sized pond. Is it a koi fish? Namjoon thinks to himself, his situation forgotten as he stares at the way its fins fan and move, making waves of their own in the current. 

It has to be a koi fish. “You bit me.” The man complains, shifting so he’s staring down into the water, feet safely on the bank, “are you hungry?” He gives the fish benefit of the doubt, surprised to find its gaze on him. 

There is...something there - something behind the fish’s eyes, it gives Namjoon pause - because its an all around human look. A sort of awareness that breeds curiosity in the man. He finds himself reaching for his fanny pack, grabbing the snacks he brought. “I know these can’t be good for you.” he speaks as he breaks a cheez-it in half, tossing it to the surface. “But as a treat, I don’t think its that bad.” 

The fish devours them, and circles after, clearly wanting more. Namjoon settles himself on the bank, happy enough to feed the pretty creature and soak up the sun. 

He goes to speak, then pauses. Would it be completely unhinged if he talked to the fish?

“What’s your name?” 

The voice is a whisper, a sweet sound against Namjoon’s ear, he shudders, glancing around in the darkness, searching for the sound. There it is again, he doesn’t understand what’s being said, but its so close, he reaches out, he can’t help it, he just wants to know…

Who the voice belongs to, what the voice is saying. 

“.....Name…?” 

“Namjoon - My name is Namjoon, Kim Namjoon.” He finally answers, and suddenly there is color, bursting everywhere, and...and a man, beautiful, ethereal, like staring at the moon in reflection over the river. 

He’s sitting, and there is a divide, something Namjoon can’t see - and they’re touching, fingertips brushing each other - How does the man look like that? Namjoon can feel the confusion. Beautiful and fragile like glass, but with a piercing gaze.

He can’t remember ever meeting someone who looks like him, with those full lips, tousled hair, and almost petulant look.

“You - who are you?” “My name….not important.” The man answers, staring up towards the cloudless sky and too-close moon. “You - you are lonely.” its a simple pronouncement. “I’m lonely too.”

“I - “

His alarm is blaring, and he groans, its time for work. He sits up, nearly toppling over as he rubs his eyes. The river, the silver moon, a man - its disappearing as quickly as it was there the memories of his strange encounter already fading to the background 

For the fish, however, it’s not so easy. Centuries of loneliness, trapped in this disgraced form, culminating in this human boy feeding him something that made him want to be alive again...what had he called them...cheese things? Cheese rounds? He wasn’t sure, but what he was sure of is that the moment those flavored breads hit his mouth, he felt alive again….for the first time in over a hundred years. 

Alive, and ravenous for more. For too long he had dined on the refuse of the lake floor, smaller fish and wilted water weeds, when once upon a time he had feasted in banquet halls lined in gold, on bread dripping in honey, wine soaked lips demanding more.

And yet these delectable cheese rounds trumped them all. Made his belly storm and growl, demanding more of them. 

But those are memories that just bitter his heart, move him further and further from freedom from breaking the curse that bound him here. Here trapped in this forgotten land, in the body of a fish - a once great god brought low for his pride, Seokjin, the fish thinks wryly - god of rock and river, whose tears overflowed these banks as a child, lonely and lost. 

Whose only friend in the world was himself, his reflection along the water’s edge keeping him company. It is no surprise how easy it was to fall in love with his own features. 

Jin, of comely face, on his lonely rock in the middle of the river - attracting suitors both human and divine, temples raised in his honor as his power and beauty grew. Jin, with an indolent smirl, laughing merrily, taking a new lover every night, discarding them come morning, no consequences for the divine. Relishing in life because life relished in him, blessed with beauty and an insatiable spirit, a whole where his heart should be.

All lost overnight, cursed for his own hubris - for his own inability to love. 

The fish glances up, risking the dangers of the surface to stare at the moon, at the reason he was cursed in the first place. 

To linger on the huge, ancient cherry blossom tree that shielded the pagoda, the temple erected in his name so many years ago. So beautiful, the springtime blossoms nearly ready to burst. His first real friend, even if he didn’t know it then. 

But its now, not then, and he’s lonely, and hungry for life - and something about that boy’s unhurried, somewhat awkward smile touches that part of him, the part that longed to live again - even in this very changed world, this future that had forgotten him. 

If anything then just to get those crackers again. 

And that’s why he visits his dreams. The only place Jin can show himself, his true self, unable to voice that ancient curse to the boy - but able to be seen, truly seen, to speak those words...loneliness - 

Its...its a trick, to coax him back, with more snacks, Jin justifies, unwilling to admit that he reached out for any other reason, that he took the time under the light of that damned, too-bright moon to expend thousands year old energy on a boy who nearly kicked him in the face that day at the river for any other reason.

That he wasn’t lying when he said he was lonely. That the empty spot where his heart should be ached for something, a friend, a confidant - how he ached for a voice, to speak in more than just dreams.

But he can’t. 

Either way, it works - and he learns his name. 

Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. 

It takes effort that first time, tendrils of magic that he used to control with barely a glance, still - 

Namjoon makes a habit of visiting the river after that first time, Jin wonders if he feels that pull. That same pull he can’t deny every time the man sets himself down on the river bank. 

Jin wonders if its the magic, if he’s grown that unused to the feeling...or...or if its something else. 

“You’re really ridiculous, you know.” Namjoon scolds the water lightly, looking down at the white and pink fish that is floating close to surface,

Mouth opening and closing in an ill concealed attempt to get snacks. “I shouldn’t be feeding you, I’m sure it’s bad for you.” Namjoon drops a broken cracker in the water anyway, watching how the beautiful fish is quick to eat, thrashing a powerful tail. 

Today Namjoon has his camera, a Polaroid he bought to document his new home, a collection of photos of nature and old stone piling up on his desk. He snaps a picture of the fish, knowing full well the film couldn’t capture the beauty. “...I took your picture.” He explains, noticing the way the fish swirls his tail in discontent. “Nothing bad, see?” He’s shaking the developing Polaroid, knowing that’s not effective. “I’ll show you.” 

He truly wonders if he’s that lonely, lonely enough to become friends with a fish. 

But the fish is the easiest creature to talk to, in this town full of ancient history and even older families, well established and not looking to accept a stranger...or all too eager too, to pry into his personal life, there was none of that here, at the quiet little bend in the river.

Maybe the fish judged him, but that was easy to ignore, and he always hung around to listen - sentient fish - Namjoon was growing confident of that.

“I wish you could tell me more about you.” Namjoon offers the fish, showing him the photo, watching it reflect in the water. He watches the way the fish eyes it, mouth moving to blow bubbles at the surface. Does he like it? Does it matter? “Like first of all, why do i only ever see one of you? Are you all alone?” He’d started to develop some theories, and it mostly just ended in someone dumping the fish in the river when they were tired of taking care of it.

He couldn’t think of any other reason, no amount of internet browsing found him a koi that looked exactly like him, certainly not in the wild.

Which meant he was probably home bred, maybe even tossed out for looking like that, and…and that made Namjoon sad.

Sad, to go from having a family to none at all. It makes him empathize with the creature, who was once new to this place too, who found a home...but was still alone. “You don’t have to be alone if I’m here.” He’s tucking the picture into his wallet. “And I’ll keep visiting you.”

Seokjin does not understand the human boy. He comes back, usually every other day - with Jin finding himself more and more longing for every day - but he does not understand, just the same. Does not understand why the boy bothers, time and time again,

To visit, to sit by the river with him, to talk to him. Especially when Jin cannot talk back, relegated to bubbles and splashes, to lingering glances that he hopes the boy processes as listening. He’s lonely, Jin does recognize that - but why….why seek company with a fish?

Namjoon is in that haze again. That landscape he’s started to recognize as a dream, he thinks - it feels familiar, like he’s felt so many mornings lately, comforted, though he doesn’t know why.

“You’re back.” Oh, right, memories of dreams come rushing back, of the beautiful man - who won’t give him his name. His voice is sweet, wistful. “It took you a while to fall asleep tonight.” The man, he can see him so much more clearly than before, resting on the bank of the river, hair as pink as the heavy laden cherry blossoms behind him. “I’ve been waiting.” 

“Waiting…?” Namjoon questions, watching the way the man beckons him forward. “For me?” “Always.” Jin answer, a sort of soft purr to his voice, one that has Namjoon joining him on the river bank. So familiar, Namjoon thinks to himself, wondering if thinking in dreams is even possible, this riverbank - this man with the soft pink hair and lonely gaze. 

“Who are you?” It could be the first or hundredth time he’s asked, judging by the look on Jin’s face. 

“I’m someone not worth knowing.” Jin answers, looking up at the stars, the full moon, a grimace dancing on his lips.

He’s always being watched, even here, in the dreams of a boy who thinks to know him, in his own way. 

There are a thousand years between him and freedom and still that damn moon watches. 

“I think i’d like to know you more.” Namjoon answers. “Or at least your name, I always read you dream only about the people you’ve met, or seen before, and I’ve never seen you.” “Oh but you have.” Jin corrects, often even, though he doesn’t add that part.

“Untrue.” Namjoon is simple about it. “I’d remember meeting someone like you.” “Like me?” “You have the saddest eyes of anyone i’ve ever met.” 

This time when Namjoon wakes up, he’s got tears dripping down his cheeks, and he doesn’t know why. 

Many years ago, someone said something so similar. Jin is trapped, trapped in this form but that does not mean he doesn’t feel as a man, think as a man. That he doesn’t - he doesn’t remember. 

Many years ago when he was beautiful, young, powerful...and so foolish, there was one who said something so - so similar.

A beautiful creature, a human like Namjoon - come to give him praise, to worship at his temple, at its height. He could remember him now - clear as day. Beauty then, like now, was not rare, but what was rare were his words. 

He was quiet, shy even in his splendor, a boxy smile that alighted warm on Seokjin, and often. There were many, many pretty humans who came to see Jin, but he stayed, he became an acolyte, a worshipper - and he never left.

Taehyung. 

Taehyung stayed at his side from the moment their eyes met, from the moment he told him those words “You’re very lonely...you smile, but your eyes tell me what you won’t say.” Seokjin could remember how he felt then, cold water tossed on him, like a rolling sea. 

He had looked away, away towards another pretty thing, a playful woman come to bathe in his waters - and he vowed to not look upon Taehyung again. 

But Taehyung stayed, and it was hard not to look - especially on those nights when he was alone, utterly alone, when it was just him, Taehyung...and the moon. 

“You should worship him instead.” Jin remembers forming the words, Taehyung settling beside him on the river bank. “The moon, he gazes at you every night, I can feel it.” 

“No.” Taehyung shakes his head. “When i saw you, Seokjin, I saw the world in a way I had never had before.

Taehyung - the memory fades, gone before Jin could get to parts he doesn’t want to remember. Too good for him, Taehyung. He looks up at the cherry blossom tree, weighed down with blossoms. Beautiful, quiet Taehyung, who had asked for so little and gotten even less.

Lessons that it was too late for him to learn now, Jin thinks to himself. He couldn’t go back in time and change the way things were, and maybe that was the true curse of it all.

Namjoon is starting to remember, and they both realize it about the same time, the man sitting on the river bank, lounging in the feel of mid-spring. Wondering just how long the blossoms would stay on the trees here. 

“I’m having weird dreams.” Namjoon confesses. “Of a man.” Jin is far too concerned, far too quickly, not even complaining at the lack of snack. “A...beautiful man.” He adds on, cheeks heating in a way that Jin knows all too well. If he could smirk, he would smirk - the familiar thrill of the chase not lost on him, even now. “And I don’t think i’ve ever seen him before.” Namjoon is frowning lightly at the water, well - at the fish.

“He reminds me of someone - but at the same time, no one I know.” He confesses, knowing full well that even to the fish he must sound ridiculous. “And he says I’ve seen him before, or - or met him before.” Namjoon is frustrated, even Seokjin can tell, he bubbles a little, trying to sooth the man. “I just want to know why - “ He sighs. “I know why, its because - its because I need to get laid.” The confession makes the fish freeze, literally, all movement stopping. 

“I am trying so hard, you know I went on a date last night?” The confession makes Jin lap anxiously around his legs. “it didn’t go as well as I hoped.” Namjoon sighs, enjoying the coolness of the river water against his skin. It is suddenly hot, too hot. “But...a date is a date - and - well, i’m not getting any younger.” 

A date. Jin might be old, far older than any other being he would be talking to, certainly older than a foolish mortal boy, but he knew the word date. Had seen many along the banks of the river he called home. 

He could feel himself frown, bubbles rising to the surface of the water as he glared at Namjoon, tail thrashing behind him. The other man was in no way required to entertain men for the sake of his age. It made Jin - well it upset him. 

Namjoon watches, sees how the fish seems to disagree with this notion. Bubbles gathering at the water’s edge as he sways his tail. Namjoon is struck by how disapproving he seems. Can….can fish feel that emotion? Disapproval? 

“Don’t look at me like that, I feel judged!” Nothing, his expression doesn’t change, and Namjoon grimaces. The last thing he wants after the day he’s had is even the fish judging him. “What if I give you the sharp cheddar cheez-its this time? I know they’re your favorite.” 

They ARE his favorite, and Namjoon is the only one of the human crowd who still thinks to bring him offerings that brings the strange and delightful crackers. The tail thrashing ceases, though his eyes still hold that frown. He wishes he could speak to Namjoon then, tell him that as a priest of his - he do not need to - to date. Jin will take care of his every need and more - but he cannot, not yet at least. 

And so he just waits until Namjoon is sighing, muttering something about a conscious spirit in the fish, pulling out the bag, breaking the pieces up as he feed them to him

“Sometimes I think you don’t really love me, or my company.” Namjoon stares at him, an amused, albeit sad look on his face. “You just come here for my cheez-its.” 

No, Jin thinks to himself. Its Namjoon that comes to him, time and time again, and he doesn’t want it to stop - something that his statements only put into perspective. Namjoon had gone on a date, had met with a mortal, and he had not...had not known.

The emotion that Seokjin feels is...Jealousy, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

[mhafiction]

Rain, Cats, and Coffee

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Fluff

Synopsis: The fake-dating trope on a small scale with a dash of the rainy-day umbrella cliche. And there’s a cat cafe.

Note: Hitoshi is one of my favorites! I think this fic makes him look a little nicer than he actually is, haha -K.

Another slow day in class. Being a general studies student didn’t really carry the same allure of working as an aspiring hero, but you tended to look on the bright side of things. You always wanted to work in the hero course, but with a quirk like yours. . . well, let’s just say it was basically unheard of. You peeked at the window, watching the gloomy, overcast sky. You prayed that the weather would stay amicable enough; walking in a storm was rarely ever pleasant. As if on cue, a deluge of heavy rain pattered onto the school roof, the sound almost completely drowning out your teacher. You giggled, casting a glance to your desk mate.

Shinsou Hitoshi. To be fair, outside of school, you two weren’t terribly close. You didn’t really hang out on weekends or walk home together. But Hitoshi was your confidant, and the sole person who got you through class . You looked forward to the little interactions with him every day, whether it was a conversation before a lecture or a shared smile at a joke only the two of you knew. Hitoshi was a serious and aloof sort of person, but he had a sense of humor that only you seemed to see. The blunt and deadpan type. Everyone wondered how you got him to trust you and open up to you so quickly. The truth was, you both had the same ridiculous ambition: to be a hero. You found his quirk fascinating, and though you’d never say it out loud, you had developed quite a crush on the purple-haired boy.

Shinsou gave you one of his strange grins and nodded towards the teacher, handing you a note. You opened it and suppressed a laugh at Hitoshi’s rendering of him: a grotesque caricature. He had written below the picture in barely coherent writing and you tried to decipher it. BLEHG Y/N I’M DYING. I hate this class so much. How’d you do on the test yesterday?

You thought a bit, then quickly scribbled your response. The teacher turned around at the wrong minute and cocked an eyebrow at the two of you. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y/LN, Shinsou, if you have time to pass notes back and forth, I’m sure you have time to answer this question.”

When the bell rang, you almost bolted out of your seat, giving Shinsou a small wave. You had a study group after school, and as you opened the door to leave, you remembered the rain. Damnit. You watched other students open their multicolored umbrellas and bustle home. You rifled around in your bag for yours.

Wait, what? Where is it???

You dumped the contents of your bag out onto the ground. It wasn’t there. Great. Now I have to walk over to the cafe in the rain. Not deterred in the least, you held your bag over your head and took off running. The cafe was new, reportedly a cat themed one with cute little beverages and snacks. You had never been to the place, but as a lover of everything cute, you knew that it was meant for you. It’d be nice to enjoy a warm drink with some friends! Your phone buzzed.

Hey, I’m sorry guys I can’t make it to the group tonight. We had a club meeting I just found out about.

Oh you too?? I have a project I need to finish in the workshop today. I can’t go either

Ah, support course students. They didn’t seem to get any sleep. Well, that left you with-

Sorry! I’m home sick :(

Really?? Her too? You sighed. Well, you were already here. Might as well look at what they have.

The menu hung in the window, sufficiently cute enough for you. Latte art of cats, pastries in the shape of cat paws, cute little cat-pun names. The piece that pulled it all together was an introductory poster displaying all the cats that resided within the shop, each of them with little accessories. Your eyes caught on a couples deal they had. Pay half the price for the largest drink on the menu and get two free pastries on the side. What a deal! And so easy to exploit. If only your friends had been with you, then you really could have feasted like kings.

Still mulling this over, you noticed that the rain suddenly stopped. You looked up. No, it was an umbrella. You looked behind you, locking eyes with Shinsou. “Ah, Y/N. Where’s your umbrella?”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Oh, be careful. You could have gotten sick. If you ever need to, I’d be happy to-“

“Can I treat you to a drink, Hitoshi? Or maybe a snack?” You smiled. He was suprised, and it showed. Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned his head away in an attempt to draw attention away from his blushing face. “Oh, why not?”

“Okay, but we have to pretend we’re a couple.”

Shinsou choked. “What?” You were still smiling as brightly as ever. Not even embarrassed. Hitoshi was going bright red.

“Just go with it.” You grabbed his arm, putting away the umbrella. He stammered a little, flinching at your touch. But he couldn’t say no to you. Small droplets of water had collected on your hair. It was cute, he had to admit, and it’s not like he really minded having you cling to his arm like that. Or the fact that you had invited him on a date to a cat cafe. That was literally his dream date. Wait, was this a date? It didn’t matter. He was happy just to spend time with you.

The hostess looked up at the two of you, smiling a welcoming hello. You two signed some waivers and agreed to a time slot. You stated your orders to the hostess. “We’ll have your couples discount, ma’am.”

“Of course! You two are so cute together by the way, such a beautiful couple.”

You smile, looking over at a flustered Hitoshi. He grinned at the hostess. “Thank you.”

“How long have the two of you been together?”

He flicks his gaze to you. “Oh, I’ve lost track. Do you remember, kitten?”Though, he did seem to be enjoying himself. You almost burst out laughing at the pet name.

Once you were properly settled in, you apologized to Shinsou .

“I’m sorry to spring the whole fake-date thing on you,” you giggled, sipping your (very large) drink. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Shinsou smiled. A small kitten had fallen asleep in his lap, and he gently stroked it. How could he be upset at you? “It’s okay. I’ve been meaning to come to this place for a while, anyway.”

“Still, I do feel kind of bad though!” You whined. “Why didn’t you tell me you don’t like sweets?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, yeah. You like cats.”

“I like you, too.”

You looked back up at him, a little taken aback. Hitoshi grimaced. Did he say that out loud? Oh no.

Now you were going to think he was weird and clingy, and he’d have to go back to being that quiet hermit boy with a villain quirk. He just had to go and say something like that, huh?

“I like you too, Hitoshi!”

Hitoshi tries to hide his shock, and smiles. Good. You hadn’t thought he meant it in that way. He resumed his attention to the kitten, nibbling a bit on his crossaint. You watch him, taking in how calm and at ease he looked. It was nice to see him in his element. His eyes meet yours for a second, and you shoot up, looking around at the cafe. “Aha, look at this calico Hitoshi. She’s so cute!”

A cafe worker approaches the two of you with a decorated camera.

“Excuse me, would you two like to be on our photo wall?” He gestures to an overwhelmingly cutesy display near the counter. Lovers and friends with bright beams were pictured on every little Polaroid, decorated with stickers and phrases. You looked over to Hitoshi, who shrugged. Turning back to the worker, you nodded. “Yeah, sure!”

“Okay! Perhaps a kiss for the two lovers?” He lifts up the camera eagerly.

You freeze. Shinsou laughs. “Sure thing, mister.”

He leans over the table, eyes meeting yours. Was he really going to ...?

When you don’t pull away, he gives you a peck on the cheek. The camera flashes, and the worker lets out an ‘awwww’. He sighs, handing you one of the shots. “Young love!”

The picture sure came out nice. You touch your cheek. And the kiss wasn’t half bad, either. Shinsou watches your every move, worried that he had overstepped. You weren’t saying anything, and he couldn’t quite read your expression.

Once you finished your drink, you made an attempt at banter, which he half-heartedly returned. Usually, you two had no trouble talking, but their was a certain weight that hung in the air. Soon your slot was up, and you decided to head home.

As the two of you walk out into the rain, Hitoshi grabs your hand.

“Hey, Y/N.” You tense up a bit. Shinsou looks down at his feet.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have... you know.” He blushed, and you kept yourself from scooping him up in a hug then and there. Why are you so cute, Hitoshi?

“Don’t worry! It’s payback for the fake-date.” You winked, patting his hand gently. You kept it there for a little while.

Shinsou still seemed a bit bothered. He breathed in deeply, mustering his courage. He had to tell you. Now.

“Well, the thing is I do really like you. But not in the way you think. I just think...you’re pretty, and smart and just amazing, Y/N.” He looks at you, eyes shining. “I think you’re brilliant. And I love spending time with you, and sometimes I think about-“ he falters, growing a bit timid. “K-kissing you.” He stewed quietly awaiting your response. You seem to be in catatonic shock, and Hitoshi worries he’s ruined your friendship for good. He sighed. “I love you, Y/N-“You laugh, uproariously, and he’s a bit offended. Were you making fun of him? Mocking his feelings for you? He didn’t peg you as so heartless.

But before he can say anything, you pull him into a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, and it feels so right. Hitoshi lifts you up, pulling you deeper into the kiss till it turns into a frenzied passion. The rain falls hard and your umbrella is abandoned on the ground for the time being. You pull away, just for a moment, to breathe. He looks ethereal, covered in raindrops and looking into you with those beautiful eyes. You wished that there was a way to get a moment tattooed to your body. Hitoshi Shinsou, the boy you had been crushing on since you met him said that you were pretty. And brilliant. And he had just kissed you. Twice!

You press your forehead to his, sighing with contentment. “I love you too, Hitoshi.”

[thirst-order-confessions-renewed]

The Two Tragic Times Fae Met Kylo Ren at Disneyland

Okay so I figured I had to tell these stories here because there are a lot of people who were like “YAY I MET KYLO” and I am just...flabbergasted because I was like “am I the only person in the world actually traumatized by Kylo Ren” The answer to that seems to be ‘yes absolutely’ and I will tell you why.

So, some background about me, I never really liked character meet and greets. I’m awkward, I never know what to say ESPECIALLY to characters who can actually speak to me. I cannot converse with people in real life, why the hell could I converse with people getting paid to LARP with me. I just...cannot do it. I will not. But Goofy? Sure, I’ll give that big dorky bastard a hug.

Fast forward to the first time I met Kylo Ren. @imagines-in-a-galaxy-farfar-away was visiting me and we went to Disneyland like the DAY AFTER The Last Jedi came out. She had a Polaroid camera and she wanted me to take a picture of her and Kylo with the camera and I was like “hhhhhhhh sure”. KNOWING I was gonna be incredibly nervous. So I sucked it up and we went in there and of COURSE Kylo was a massive bully. He got in my face, stared me down, VERY invasive shit which I DONT DISAGREE WITH. I was like “yeah, you know what? Kylo IS a massive dick so I’m okay.” THAT DIDNT STOP ME FROM FREAKING OUT THOUGH. I was literally shaking holding the camera. The cast members in the room were like “Would you like to be in the picture?” and I’m like “N-N-N-NO I-I’M G-F-GOOD IM J-JUST GONNA T-TAKE THIS -P-P-P-POLAROID” So I did, the picture is Hailee’s favorite and everything was fine. I needed to take 30 minutes to lower my heart rate, and I was okay.

BUT THE NEXT TIME.......you guys need to buckle up because this is where it gets UN. REAL.

Fast forward to 2019. Hailee is back in town with her whole family and she wants to meet Rey because she was new that year. And I was like “eeehhhhhh” and Hailee was like “dude, Rey’s a good guy she’s not gonna be a dick” and I’m like “EHHHHHHHH” so I was like “Fine, you know what? You’re right, Rey would NEVER be a dick to me.” (I was kinda wrong about that, but that’s not important lmfao. She was VERY Resistance and did NOT appreciate my Stormtrooper backpack.)

Then, as we were coming out of the Rey room, we were walking about the Landing Bay and she noticed that Kylo had no line. And it was at that moment, we realized the entire Landing Bay was practically deserted. Hailee, being the regular, fully functioning individual she is wanted to see Kylo and she’s like “I’m not gonna make you go in there, but I’ll be right back.” and I was like “great, cool, I’ll sit on this bench.”

Now, I need to set the scene. The Landing Bay, if you’ve ever been inside is a circular building where Innoventions used to be (for all you Disneyphiles). There’s a staircase that goes up to a second level that was, before it was Launch Bay, was a Marvel section that even featured Disney Infinity 3.0 (I worked on that game!) So at the ground floor level of this huge, solid wall stair case are benches that face into each unique area of the Launch Bay. The Dark Side meet and greets are directly adjacent to one of these benches about 30 yards away give or take . This bench looks directly towards the empty lines for Darth Vader and Kylo Ren. And if you’ve ever been inside those meet and greet rooms they are basically a set-dressed photo studio, but a VERY small space with a waiting area where the character comes to you and then brings you in to interact with you and in Kylo’s case, be an absolute dick to you beyond reason. More on that later.

So the Landing bay is currently empty. I will see two people in the next 5-7 minutes, none of which will witness what’s about to happen. 

I’m sitting by myself on this bench, and my legs are SHAKING. As an anxious person, I’m imagining all of the possible scenarios happening inside. The FIRST thing I thought of was “I bet you anything Hailee outed me as being a weenie about meet and greets” (which she HAD done with Rey. Hailee I love you and the embarrassment I bear from that will never leave me) So I immediately text the group chat of my coworkers about it and as I’m texting frantically, my phone starts ringing.

It’s Hailee.

In that moment, I was livid. I was like “really this bitch is going to call me when I KNOW she’s in there with that asshole Kylo, like some friend” and I ALMOST let it go to voicemail, but in a flurry of bravery, I answered the phone and was like “Hailee, knock it off, this is NOT funny. DONT.” and I hung up and then I got REALLY scared because I didn’t hear ANYTHING on the other line. 

And here’s where it gets ridiculous.

Remember, the Landing Bay is empty. At this point, I see the first set of people, a German family with two children happily skipping by me. As soon as they’re gone, the door to Kylo Ren’s meet and greet area opens. And I know this because there’s a light on the other side of it, I can see it as the door opens. Kylo appears in the doorway.

KYLO REN. APPEARS. IN. THE. DOOR. WAY.

I freeze. No movement in every possible inch of my body, I actually cannot move. I’m staring at him, he’s staring at me. The Landing Bay is empty. We stay like that for about ten seconds and he gestures for me to come.

By this point, I’m visibly shaking. I’m now holding my phone in a death grip and my palms are sweating so badly it’s gonna slip out of my hand like a fucking bar of soap. I shake my head. I cannot even speak, I just. NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

then he glares at me. STILL! THERE’S NO ONE AROUND. NO ONE IS WITNESSING THIS EXCEPT FOR ME AND MUTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE KYLO REN. So after he glares at me, He does that thing he always does in all the fanfiction where his cape goes woosh and he’s gone. 

So the door closes and then I immediately break down. Full blown panic attack, shaking, soundless crying, tears start POURING down my face. At this point, I see the second soul in the Landing Bay, a very adorably dressed girl with a parasol heading also to the Kylo Ren line, who is promptly taken into the waiting area by the cast member. She did not see this either.

Minutes later, Hailee appears from the exit side looking mildly concerned. She sees me crying and she’s like “oh my god what happened” and I  E X P L O D E into tears like ‘how could you DO THIS TO ME it WASNT FUNNY’. And she sat down next to me and says:

“You are not going to believe what I’m about to tell you.”

According to Hailee, without her Polaroid, she asked the Cast Member to use her phone to take her picture. It was at this point she mentioned, to not my surprise at ALL, that she DID have someone else here with her, but she was sitting outside (me) and that if I were there, I’d be the one to take then picture. 

So here’s where it gets weird because I only have half of this interaction: According to Hailee (who I love and trust with my whole life), Kylo demanded she contact me. Hailee politely declined, however he REMOVED her phone from her hand, DEMANDED she tell him which contact I was, dialed the number, PUT ME ON SPEAKERPHONE.

So. EVERYONE in that TINY ASS ROOM, Kylo’s handler, the photographer, Hailee, K Y L O FUCKING R E N. Heard me HOLDING BACK TEARS saying “KNOCK IT OFF THIS ISN”T FUNNY”

You know the rest, he storms out, stares me down,(threatens me, really), then disappears. He leaves a video message for me, which Hailee spared me from and then released her. 

It took me an HOUR AND FORTY-FIVE minutes to feel myself again after that. Hailee felt SO...BAD about it, it absolutely put a damper on our day.

And that is why if I ever see Kylo walking about Galaxy’s Edge, there will be a Fae-shaped hole in the nearest blast door and I will be G O N E. I am not expecting anyone to believe a goddamn word of this because it’s truly insane, but cross my fucking heart, swear to die this actually happened.

Anyway thanks for coming to my TedTALK

[hachichimitsu2]

A Comprehensive List of Stan and Kyle Moments (I UPD8 AS I GO)

A Comprehensive List of Stan and Kyle Moments (I UPD8 AS I GO)

Hello. Yes, you heard me. Here are all the scenes that legit scream out “STYLE” in South Park, whether these scenes are too far of a reach or not. I mostly compiled this out of my very own convenience, and hopefully this’ll help you a whole lot too. This is extremely text heavy, so I’ll put this under “Read More”. I haven’t played any of the games, so I won’t be including it here at this time, so if you guys know any good moments from the games, please let me know and I’ll add it to the list.

Cherokee Hair Tampons:

- The entire goshdarn episode.

- Stan being concerned and distraught over a dying Kyle breaks my heart. He was even bawling next to Kenny.

- Stan willing to donate his kidney to Kyle, even if it’d hurt a lot.

- Stan knowing that Kyle ate a bean and bacon soup half an hour ago shows that he’s been by Kyle’s side for quite some time now.

- Stan holding onto Kyle while they were at Cartman’s house.

- “Dude, you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to die before I do...”

Super Best Friends:

- Yeah, um, this episode...is gay.

- Stan and Kyle entering the episode with ice cream cones while Butters and Cartman wondering where they got them from. It’s assumed Stan and Kyle were hanging out with each other off-screen.

- I think Kyle being convinced that he’s not “really happy” through brainwashing is parallel to Stan being convinced that he’s “depressed” by the Church of Scientology.

- Stan trying to help Kyle escape with him, not even mentioning this plan to Kenny, Cartman or even Butters.

- Stan and Kyle looking at each other with longing looks while dramatic music plays in the background. Ah yes. I am...not even joking...this legit happened.

- How to Find Your Boyfriend 101: “OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED KENNY!!” “Y-you bastards...”

- Stan pleading Kyle not to kill himself and to hold his breath while being there for him.

- The ending where they call each other Super Best Friends and both proceed to beat up Cartman when he teased that they should make out.

Cartmanland:

- Stan comforting a distraught Kyle.

- @belovedhomosexuals mentioned that canonically, Stan helps Kyle with his hemorrhoid cream, and IM-

- Stan doing everything he can to get back at Cartman for Kyle’s sake.

- Stan demanding the doctor to wheel Kyle out to see Cartman in misery.

Asspen:

- “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HEATHER!!” >:(

- Kyle not wanting Stan to do the K-13. He doesn’t want him to die.

- Kyle holds a polaroid photo of the both of them. How cute. Does he bring it with him wherever he goes?

The Biggest Douche In The Universe:

- Stan not wanting to go back to Colorado without Kyle and does all he can to convince him that John Edward is a fraud.

Follow That Egg:

- They are dads.

- They take care of their egg really well.

- “As a matter of fact, it is the nicest hat I’ve ever known”

- They’re the reasons gays could get married.

- Stan getting jealous of Kyle being paired up with Wendy. It does seem like a reach I have to admit, but if you’re a Stylendy fan, then this one’s for you.

Return of Chef

- The iconic beginning “flashback” where they both look at the sunset together.

Smug Alert:

- Stan and Kyle meeting in the parking lot in the beginning when Kyle was helping his dad give fake tickets.

- Kyle being moved away from South Park has Stan write a song to get Kyle and his family to come back.

- The cute hug in the end.

Fantastic Easter Special

- Stan, out of breath, asks Kyle for help in protecting Snowball

- Kyle helping him out anyways even though he was busy with fingerprinting.

- Cinematic parallels of Kyle killing Jesus and Stan killing that alien in Pinewood Derby.

Imaginationland Trilogy

- Kyle calling Stan in the morning regarding the “dream.”

- Stan and Kyle, unsure of the notes, both trying to recall the Imagination song. It was cute.

- Stan being distraught when ManBearPig got a hold on Kyle. (I swear, I’ve used the word “distraught” for over 1948388 times now)

- Kyle communicating through Stan telepathically with his Imagination.

Guiltar Queer O

- The whole episode.

- “I know...I need you.”

- The whole episode was literally as if they went through a break up.

- They’re both in sync when playing, right up to their tongues up.

- “Oh, so the gallant knight now comes to rescue me from the bowels of mediocrity! Oh, thank you, your royal lordship!” (Foreshadowing for SOT?)

- Stan thinking of Kyle as he’s “driving”.

The List:

- Stan doing all he can to prove that Kyle is a handsome mf. Another episode that screams Stylendy rights.

You Got F’d in the A:

- Kyle being so happy to see Stan dancing back to the Orange County kids.

- It’s canon that Stan can dance well while Kyle doesn’t have rhythm whatsoever. Wouldn’t it be a cute idea for Stan to teach Kyle how to dance?

You Have 0 Friends

- Kyle pleading Stan to water his crops.

- A short detail but if you noticed when Kyle announced that they made an FB account for Stan, he only added himself as Stan’s friend. This means that Kyle legit “friended” himself in Stan’s profile and didn’t bother to add Kenny or Cartman to Stan’s friend list.

- “Yes. WE’RE REALLY GREAT FRIENDS STAN!!” :D

You’re Getting Old:

- Oof. Yeah....

- Stan obviously loves Kyle a whole lot, but him seeing Kyle slowly turn into a turd probably did break his heart little by little. And when I mean by probably, I mean massively.

- Kyle shouldn’t exactly be demonized for not being able to handle Stan’s cynicism. Because I think it’s ok to admit you can’t handle such emotional drainage even if coming from your SBF, but do mind that him leaving Stan was most likely NOT easy for him. It’s kinda sad that they’ve slowly drifted away since then. BUT NO I REFUSE TO LET THAT HAPPEN ;-;

Assburgers:

- “Fuck you Kyle! You’re a piece of shit...Kyle, I love you. You’re a piece if shit though, fuck you...! I love you...”

- Stan immediately going back to Kyle when he’s feeling “better”

- That McDonalds Exec. literally narrating Stan and Kyle’s current rocky relationship and not believing every second of if.

A Nightmare on Facetime:

- “WILL SOMEONE GET ME A CHARGER OVER HERE!!’

- Kyle bringing and guiding Stan through the iPad.

Ginger Cow:

- Jokes aside, when Stan was asking Kyle about Cartman’s farts, he was really sweet and understanding to him. He genuinely wants to understand why Kyle likes Cartman’s farts so much and knew something was up by the way Kyle was hiding things.

- I also like how he was not afraid to call Kyle a dick. I think a good level of transparency is needed in a healthy relationship. That’s just how they roll.

- Stan helping Kyle cover up in the end....though it did backfire.

Black Friday Trilogy:

- “DID KYLE KNOW ABOUT THIS?!” “Kyle thought of it.” ;-;

- Stan being grounded and Kyle apologizing at the other side of the door was peak gay angst level.

- “That’s just how Xbox people are...” D:

- Ok now for something sweet. In the deleted scene, Stan was showing Kyle how the playstation controller works and...wow.......what cute babies.

Prehistoric Ice Man:

- “Oh my god! They killed Kenny!!” *looks at Kyle* “What? I’m not talking to you anymore.”

- Them fighting and arguing was so adorable. Their voices were so squeaky and cute in this episode.

- “First one to die loses.” SOGKEKGKRI WHAT MORONS

- Stan and Kyle kind of awkwardly trying to start the fight reminds me of Tweek vs Craig.

Mexican Joker:

- Stan angrily sending Cartman to the detention center after hearing about him sending Kyle there.

Band in China:

- “kyyyyyyYYYYYLEEEE :D DUDE YOU’RE BACK!!”

- Stan making a death metal band because a.) He hates living in the farm and b.) He misses Kyle so hard.

Britney’s New Look:

- Another Stan and Kyle episode where they both realized how so far in the wrong they’re in, and they desperately want to fix it.

- Stan and Kyle giving up in the end and joining in the chant.

The Death of Eric Cartman:

- Stan offering Kyle money so he could buy milk for lunch.

Two Guys Naked In A Hot Tub:

- “You can't just hang out with your buddy Kyle all the time. People will think you guys are, you know, funny.”

- When Kyle walks over in the end, Stan proceeds to complain to him how he had the worst night and they both go to Kyle’s house to hang.

The China Probrem

- In the beginning, Stan telling Kyle to refute Cartman’s racist sayings and got overly concerned when Kyle said he couldn’t do this anymore.

- Stan going in Kyle’s room to talk about moving on from what they’ve witnessed.

- Stan holding Kyle’s hand to run away in Kyle’s dream. Kyle waking up and crying when Stan wasn’t around to comfort him.

- Stan and Kyle crying in each other’s arms and telling each other “I love you”.

- Small detail but when they were leaving the attorney’s office and the attorney and the kids were crying altogether, Stan put a hand on Kyle to comfort him as they were crying.

The Mystery of the Urinal Deuce:

- Stan appearing in Kyle’s living room suddenly.

- “Well dude, maybe we're just super badass. Have you thought of that?” Yeah I know Stan was trying to cover up what he just did by saying that but still.

Cartman Gets An Anal Probe:

- Stan helping Kyle save Ike.

- “Hahaha you farted.” WHAT GROSS DORKS

- Kyle telling a speech to the aliens and Stan remarking how beautiful it was.

A Very Crappy Christmas:

- Kyle calling Stan in the middle of the night to get the guys, and Stan answering all sleepily is so adorable.

- Stan and Kyle voice acting together.

- Stan and Kyle doing the stopmotion animation together.

- Stan and Kyle laughing when they had Stan voice act Cartman to say the “ham” line.

Fun With Veal:

- Kyle taking care of a sickly Stan despite being a bit of a germaphobe.

The Snuke:

- Stan coming over to a sick Kyle’s house immediately after school has been suspended.

Crack Baby Athletic Association:

- Stan not being afraid to call out on Kyle.

- Kyle snuck into Stan’s room and Stan was listening to him unfazed.

Quintuplets 2000:

- Them trying to do gymnastics.

Pee:

- Kyle getting disgusted after hearing Stan talk about how it’s normal for people to pee in pools and in the shower.

Butterballs:

- Kyle calling Stan out in the bathroom, and they have this long ass stare. Kyle knowing that Stan will be jackin it in San Diego.

Bike Parade:

- Stan making Kyle laugh.

Proper Condom Use

- Stan and Kyle playing with a Jennifer Lopez doll and roleplaying.

- “SCREAM FOR ME BITCH!” “AHHHHHHHHH”

- Stan and Kyle in the same car with their cute big heads protruding.

World War Zimmerman:

- Stan and Kyle playing football.

The Scoots:

- Once again, Stan and Kyle playing football.

City on the Edge of Forever:

- Stan saving Kyle in his dream.

- Stan and Kyle sitting a bit closer to each other than usual in Stan’s dream.

Grounded Vindaloop:

- The tetherball date.

- Stan and Kyle saying “fuck you” to Kenny.

Clubhouses:

- Stan reading Bebe’s note, and Kyle being unfazed about it later in the episode. It was never defined whether he was informed the note came from Bebe.

#REHASH:

- Stan and Kyle being called grandpas by the little kids.

Tegridy Farms:

- When one of Ike’s classmates blew smoke in front of Kyle, Stan got extremely defensive about it.

Raising the Bar:

- Stan informing Kyle that it isn’t cool to continue on with “Fatty Doo Doo”.

- Stan checking up on Kyle as he’s sitting alone and listening to him lament about how the bar has sunk so low because of people.

Go Fund Yourself:

- *looking at Kyle’s ass* Boy this is the life huh.

Truth and Advertising:

- Stan and Kyle fist fighting for real, and Tweek and Craig looking at them concerned since they rarely ever fight like this.

Conjoined Fetus Lady:

- Stan preparing to catch Kyle if ever he fails to catch the dodgeball.

Stanley’s Cup:

- THEIR YOUNGER SELVES PLAYING HOCKEY!

ManBearPig:

- Stan’s head on Kyle’s lap. It’s so beautifully rendered.

Board Girls:

- “Wow, you are really into board games.”

A Scause for Applause:

- Kyle confronts Stan about cutting the bracelet by saying Heidi Turner saw him with super glue.

The Death Camp of Tolerance:

- “KYLE! KYLE! YOU HAVE TO KEEP MAKING YOUR MACARONI PICTURES!!”

South Park Bigger, Longer and Uncut:

- Stan getting jealous that even Kyle is amazed at Gregory.

Cartman Join NAMBLA:

- Stan and Kyle putting their face against the glass.

Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics:

- Stan and Kyle making fun of Shelly behind her back.

Raisins:

- Kyle coming to visit Stan with the gang after the whole breakup.

- Kyle wanting Stan to be happy again by bringing him to Raisins.

- Kyle being annoyed over Stan being distraught over Wendy. Jealous?

Mr. Jefferson:

- When Stan hears a knock on his window, he assumes it’s Kyle.

- Stan and Kyle being good caretakers of Blanket.

- Stan and Kyle sleeping with Blanket.

[peterthepark]

NSFW Alphabet

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: smut, obviously nsfw, fluff

i think this gif may have killed me !

A - Aftercare

steve is really big on aftercare, especially if he was being a little rough with you

he’s a sweet guy, so he’s gently wiping at your skin with a hot towel, or brushing your hair as you lay against him, or giving you kisses in the places where it hurts

he’ll even cook food for you afterwards, even if it’s like four in the morning

steve makes sure that you’re okay. he’ll ask if he hurt you or if it was too much

with steve, he likes having you close to him. you do as much as possible to show him that you aren’t hurt and that you enjoyed

the only aftercare he needs is your presence if that makes sense

B - Body Part

steve loves everything about you, but if he had to choose, his favorite body part of yours would be your shoulders.

he loves leaving hickies and he loves kissing you there (but not as much as your lips)

when you’re on top, steve will sit up so he can bite down onto one of your shoulders because fuck you give it to him so well

your favorite body part of steve are his hands

they’re so soft and warm and big

you love holding onto them, especially during sex because it comforts you

you play with his hands a lot

but also his hands are really good for other things

C - Cum

when you and steve had just started having sex with one another, he would use a condom

but as time progressed, he slowly became more adventurous and needy

he’d cum on your back, or your stomach, sometimes even in your mouth if you’d let him

although

you decided to take the pill

steve had gone wild

like the good wild

he isn’t sure about it at first cause what if you get pregnant

but he starts to cum inside you

he’ll give one deep thrust before he cums and you FEEL him because he’s so deep and big and it’s kind of overwhelming but

steve’s new favorite place to cum is inside of you

D - Dirty Secret

you and steve have this polaroid camera

i think you can see where this is going

so when you surprise him with shit like lingerie

or after intimate moments such as sex

steve will snap a picture because he’s so entranced by your beauty and he wants to capture these moments

he has a collection of all the polaroids in a shoe box that is under his bed

there’s some polaroids of him in there too

his favorite one of you is where you’re sitting on your calves, and you’re looking over your shoulder at him

and there’s a few hickies on your lower back

steve loves that one

your favorite one of his is from when you were on top, and you both had literally just finished

but steve had this glow and you knew you had to take a picture

“steve, i just need you to be serious! one time!”

so steve has his arm behind his head, his hair is somehow suddenly perfect, and he’s looking at the camera with such a lustful gaze

it’s the only good picture of him so you took it for yourself

but he doesn’t know that you also took the silly ones where steve has a bra on his face, or he’s trying to wear said bra, or he has your panties over his head, and that time where you guys literally broke the bed and steve just laid there

“please? one more round?”

“the bed is fucking broken, baby. but can i least take a picture?”

E - Experience

before dating one another, both you and steve have had sex before

like once (him with nancy and you with some guy from senior year)

so you guys are fairly new at all this

but your first time with him is still perfect

steve knows what he’s doing because as he says ‘it’s not rocket science’

cocky bastard

steve can last long during sex but he can’t last long when you give him a blowjob

because no one has done that before with him

and he fucking loves it

F - Favorite Position

steve loves missionary

he likes being able to see your face and your reactions

he can also go really deep which he knows you like but he’ll stop when it gets too much

steve also loves seeing you ride him

your breasts are in his face, he can bite down onto your shoulder, and he can kiss you

your favorite position is also missionary

but doggystyle hits differently

like it actually hits differently

one time you cried

steve stopped right away

“did i hurt you? oh, jesus-“

“no, no. it just felt so good.”

it was that amazing

G - Goofy

you both are super goofy during sex

it’s sickening

like a quarter of those polaroids are goofy shit so

steve can’t stop cracking jokes

you’ll both laugh if one of you says something a little too crazy or funny during dirty talk

dirty talk is difficult sometimes because you guys can’t stop laughing at yourselves

“you like that, Y/N? yeah? like it when i-“

then steve just laughs at himself

because what the fuck is he saying

you have to make him pause because you’re dying of laughter

half the time he can’t even continue because you’re STILL LAUGHING

“Y/N! i am literally so hard right now, please stop laughing. i have to get this over with, please! im in pain!”

H - Hair

steve doesn’t have a lot of hair down there

he trims to keep it short

he’s pretty good with hygiene which is great (get yourself someone with good hygiene please)

as for you, steve doesn’t really care what you do down there

body hair is natural

he doesn’t shame you for having any or none

as long as he can please you

I - Intimacy

steve is a professional romantic

he loves to make love to you

he never forgets to kiss you during sex

he never forgets to tell you that he loves you

you guys have a very intimate dynamic and it helps your relationship a lot

J - Jack Off

BECAUSE of the polaroids that steve has of you

he’s able to jack off in his spare time pretty easily

of course, he asked you for permission if he could use the pictures for that purpose

cause he didn’t want to creep you out or disrespect you in case you weren’t okay with it

he’s a moaning mess when he’s home alone

his hands are under the covers, he’s sitting up against his headboard as he stares down at the picture of you

you caught him one time

you stepped into his bedroom without knocking and there he was

sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you

and you can see his hand moving really quickly so you immediately know what’s happening

“baby?”

and he cums right there

“Y/N! did you - uh- mmm - hello?”

he’s so flustered and embarrassed

but you found it so hot

K - Kink

i think we all know that steve has a hair-pulling kink

and a daddy kink but he hasn’t really explored it fully

you like to tease him about it because you were there when he called himself daddy in front of a car (season 3 spoilers?)

“what does daddy want for dinner?”

“does this dress look nice, daddy?”

apparently the dress was so nice that steve ripped it as he fucked you

so yes he does have a daddy kink

and you love it

steve also has a thing for lingerie (is that a kink idk)

he’s fairly young so he doesn’t have too many wild kinks

L - Location

steve isn’t afraid to fuck you in his car

or in yours

when you’re waiting for him to close up scoops ahoy for the night

you’ll tease the shit out of him

so steve takes you to the backroom and gives it to you really good

even though it’s against company policy to do that kind of shit

but screw company policy

M - Motivation

steve likes to hear you

he likes hearing your moans, his name, just any sort of vocal cue that you’re enjoying

it keeps him going

he’s turned on by a lot of things

when he’s at your house and you happen to not be wearing a bra

and he can see your nipples through his shirt that you’re wearing

you ride steve on the sofa in seconds

but also he gets turned on during random moments because hormones

he’s a dog

N - Nope

steve doesn’t like degrading you

you’re a beautiful woman who deserves to be treated well

he hates that shit

steve doesn’t want to hurt you or make you any less of a person

O - Oral

steve could eat you out for days

he is certainly a giver rather than a receiver

he enjoys seeing you writhe and moan

his mouth is talented

but also steve is a sucker haha get it for when you give him blowjobs

he doesn’t last long during those

P - Pace

steve was in sports so as expected, he has a great deal of stamina

he’s fast

so fast

but sometimes steve will go slow

when he’s teasing you or when you’ve had a bad day and you just need him there

he often prefers a slower pace because he can feel all of you

and it also conserves him some energy for round two

and round three

maybe a round four

Q - Quickie

steve doesn’t really like quickies

unless he’s really really horny then you’ll have one

it’s a rare thing between you two because steve likes to savor the moment

R - Risk

steve likes to play it safe

unless you want to try something

he likes sticking to your normal antics

and again, he’s pretty young so he enjoys what you have in your sex life right now

S - Stamina

as mentioned, steve has a lot of stamina!

he can go on for a couple rounds unless it’s a blowjob then he’s done for

steve can only last till the third round

but he will stop anytime you want

if you’re too tired or too sensitive, he’ll stop

even if he hasn’t came

T - Toys

steve doesn’t own any toys

he doesn’t really care for them

unless it’s YOUR toys

then he’ll use them on you

U - Unfair

steve is a giant tease

it’s irritating

on occasions, he’ll edge you

till you’re begging him

“what’s the word?”

“please, steve.”

V - Volume

you both are pretty loud

steve isn’t afraid to moan

you both enjoy being vocal as possible

unless someone’s parents are home

then you have to stay really quiet

which is so hard

you guys laugh louder than you moan to be honest

there’s a lot of laughing

W - Wildcard

steve always asks for consent

even if it’s clear that you really want him

he does it anyways because that’s the PROPER WAY TO DO IT

consent

is

important

https://www.thehotline.org/2013/04/16/what-is-healthy-consent-what-isnt-consent/

X - X-ray

steve has an average sized dick

let’s be honest here

but it’s still pretty biggg ;)

he’s more on the thicker side

that’s it

steve has a nice dick

Y - Yearning

steve has a fairly high sex drive

c’mon

he’s a boy dealing with hormones

so he’s horny for a good amount of time

but he controls himself

he may be a dog but he is not a RABID dog

Z - Zzz

you pee before you go to sleep with steve

UTIs are real ladies

but anyways

steve is a sleepyhead

so he’ll fall asleep pretty easily

he usually waits for you to get back to him before he closes his eyes

but sometimes he’s really exhausted and can’t help it

it’s okay with you

he’s a good boyfriend

[lovskim]

back to you

pairing; byun baekhyun x reader

genre/warnings; neighbors! au, idol! baekhyun, ceo! reader, kinda crack, fluff, a tiny bit of angst

word count; 6.4k

:: summary; the hole in your living room wall isn’t so great. the fact that you have to pay for it and wait a whole week for it to be repaired honestly annoys you. but at least you’re suffering the same fate as your witty neighbor, byun baekhyun, and that alone doesn’t annoy you one bit.

( gif credits to owner. )

You stare at the hole in your living room wall.

You swear under your breath. The hole in your wall gave you a clear view of your neighbor’s living room, due to the stupid pipe leak, which somehow disintegrated you and your neighbor’s wall.

The hole wouldn’t be fixed until next week, sadly, and it was a rather large hole. If you crawled, you would be able to enter your neighbor’s house and steal whatever you wanted, which was what you were not going to do. Luckily, the leak was stopped and no sort of liquid was on your floor.

You’re scared of your neighbor. You never met him, but that was what made you scared. The only thing you knew about him was that he came home during the early hours of the morning, and left the house only a few hours later, like 6 or 7 o’ clock in the morning.

Sometimes, he would have friends over. He had a lot of friends, and they were always loud. You always had trouble sleeping when his friends came over. Still, you had no idea on how he was going to react to this hole in your wall. He could either get really mad, or he’ll be completely fine with it.

You panic once you hear your neighbor press the passcode to his apartment, and you quickly place a painting over the wall, covering most of the hole. You run towards your kitchen just in time, pretending you were preparing for lunch. You catch your breath, clutching your chest.

You calm yourself. There was nothing to be scared of. You were a high-class CEO who could fire someone with a snap with a finger. You could handle your neighbor. You gain some confidence to walk to the living room.

Being a CEO was hard, you had to admit. You were on your own, and you had no one else but yourself. Aside from all that, you were constantly being criticized, and judged, due to you being a woman. It was rare that you saw another woman in the same field as you, and you constantly had to watch your image.

When your father announced you as the successor to his company, you were shocked, to say the least. Your older sister originally had the position, but instead gave it to you, saying that she was “too old for this.” When you protested, your father decided to agree, talking about how you got high grades and went to a good college anyway.

You ended up having the CEO position, with your father and sister to guide you. Soon enough, they let you drift on your own, believing you could get through the trials by yourself. It was difficult, but you had to admit it did make you a stronger woman.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone knocking, but not on your door, on the painting, the same painting you used to cover the wall. You realized that it was probably your neighbor, and you calm yourself, deciding to not answer the knocking sound.

Soon enough, your neighbor will have the assumption that you’re not home, and leave you alone. The knocking stops, and you hear his footsteps fading away, but not before you hear him say something that made you smile.

“A painting to cover up the hole? Smart.”

Later that night, you’re sitting down on your couch, typing up an email and sipping some tea when the knocking sound happens again.

You decide to not be a jerk and open up. Thank God your makeup was still on.

You walk towards the painting and carefully move it away, and soon enough, you’re face to face with your neighbor. He looked young, around your age, and he had a bright face. His eyes were sparkling, and he had a smile on his face. He laughs when he sees your reaction.

“Hello! You must be my neighbor. We haven’t met yet, I’m Byun Baekhyun.” He puts out his hand for you to shake through the hole in your wall. You smile at his friendliness. What a nice person. “I’m Y/N L/N.” You shake his hand.

“A firm handshake. I like that.” Baekhyun’s comment makes you laugh, and you crouch down so that you can see him clearly. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt with some sneakers, and his blonde hair was pushed back with a headband.

You’re a hundred percent sure you’ve seen him before, but you can’t remember where.

“Hello Ms. Y/N. Do you happen to know what happened to our wall today?” He asks and you feel more comfortable now. He wasn’t an old grandpa who would yell at you if something like this happened. Baekhyun looked like fun, and you felt yourself clicking with him instantly.

You explain what happened, with the pipe leak and the cleanup. “So it won’t be fixed until next week?” Baekhyun stares at the hole. “Sorry. That’s the earliest they can come. Unless you want it to be next month?” You tease, and Baekhyun scoffs but smiles at your attempt to make him laugh.

You were cute, and a bit funny too. You looked around his age, but you looked professional like you were from a rich family. Baekhyun found himself liking you instantly.

“Thanks a lot for updating me about the hole, Y/N.” Baekhyun nods his head. “Technically you were the one who knocked on the painting, but you’re welcome anyway.” You smile, grateful that Baekhyun was a nice man.

You pick up the painting, about to return it, when Baekhyun comes back.

“Oh yeah.” Baekhyun turns around before you can return the massive painting. “Expect me to knock here more often.” Baekhyun points at your painting, smirking, and you blush.

Damn, he was a cutie.

You were about to leave for a meeting when Baekhyun knocked on the painting once more. You were actually pretty early, so you thought you had a little bit of time to talk to him.

You moved the painting aside, and you’re surprised when you see Baekhyun’s face covered with flour. “Hey. Going somewhere?” Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh. “A meeting. What happened to your face?”

“Flour. Speaking of which,” He avoids eye contact with you before continuing. You raise your eyebrows. “This is kinda embarrassing, but can I borrow some sugar? I forgot to buy some and I’m too scared to borrow from the scary old lady from the apartment across from me.” Baekhyun makes you laugh, and you shake your head as you walk towards your kitchen.

“Is that a yes?” Baekhyun calls out and you come back with a jar of sugar. “Don’t forget to return it.” You point your finger at him. “How about I use as much sugar as I want, return the sugar and give you cookies?” Baekhyun’s negotiation makes you think. Cookies did sound good right about now. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” You shake his hand and hand him the sugar.

“I’ll give you the cookies later!” You nod before Baekhyun disappears from sight, probably to finish baking the cookies. You return the painting, before picking up your bag and leaving your apartment.

Truth be told, you never really stopped thinking about your truly fascinating and attractive neighbor, Byun Baekhyun. He was charming, he had a handsome face, and for once, wasn’t a jerk compared to your other neighbors. He had a comfortable and friendly aura, which made you want to be with him more.

When you return from your meeting, you’re surprised by the plastic container in front of your door. You pick it up and go through the package. So Baekhyun did deliver the cookies. You look at the cookies. They were rather large as well.

The package came with the jar of sugar, a note, and a polaroid of him posing with the jar of sugar.

“Dear Y/N,

Thank you for the sugar! I used it well… I hope you enjoy the cookies just like I enjoyed making them. They now taste delicious because of you. Happy munching!

P.S. They taste better with milk.

With love,

Baekhyun xx”

You fold up the note, placing it inside your pocket before you tuck the container under your arm and enter your apartment.

A few minutes later, you sit down on your couch; one leg crossed over the other while you munch on the cookies Baekhyun gave. He was right; the cookies are especially good with milk. You dip your third cookie in a glass of milk as you scroll through your phone, looking up Baekhyun on the internet.

Turns out you were right. You did see Baekhyun before. That was probably because Baekhyun was a whole ass superstar! You never really paid attention to K-Pop and idol groups before, but Baekhyun made you want to change your mind. Turns out he’s part of a famous group called EXO, with eight other members, and he’s the main vocalist.

So Baekhyun sings…You munch on another cookie, nodding your head in approval. Your neighbor was practically perfect. Not only can he sing, or dance, his cookies weren’t bad as well.

The next time Baekhyun knocks though, you promised yourself to pretend not to know that Baekhyun was an idol so that things wouldn’t get complicated.

You’re walking into the kitchen, tying your hair into a bun, before you can start preparing yourself dinner. You had to admit, your cooking was pretty good. Your grandmother and mom taught you how to cook ever since you were small, so it was pretty much in your genes by now.

You’re putting on your gloves and you’re about to start before someone starts knocking on the painting. You ignore Baekhyun’s knocking before you continue cooking your meal until the knocking starts again. You groan, taking out your gloves and walking towards the painting.

“Yes, Baek-” You stop and stare at the friendly face that was staring back at you. It was definitely not Baekhyun. You recognize the smile as one of Baekhyun’s friends. You bumped into him once in the hallway. He was nice and helped you with the large packages that arrived at your door.

“H-Hi! You’re Y/N, right? Baekhyun told me about you!”

“That’s me.” You chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His friend was rather tall, so he sat down instead of, unlike Baekhyun who usually squats. “I’m Park Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s best friend.” You shake his hand through the hole in your wall, and Chanyeol looks down in embarrassment.

“What best friend?!” Someone else yells inside Baekhyun’s apartment and you laugh.

“This is weird, especially since we just met, but Baekhyun’s releasing his clothing line today, and it’s his birthday, so we were planning on surprising him. Do you wanna help?” Chanyeol asks. Oh, it’s Baekhyun’s birthday.

“Sure, I would love to help.” Chanyeol smiles widely at your response. “In that case, can you help with the cake? It’ll be a bit suspicious if one of us get it.” Chanyeol scratches the back of his neck and you stand, wiping your hands on the back of your jeans.

“Of course, I’ll go get it now.” You smile and Chanyeol thanks you again. You quickly return the painting and grab your coat before walking out of your apartment.

You enter the elevator and gasp when you see Baekhyun. Chanyeol probably wasn’t ready yet. Baekhyun smiles as he sees you. “Y/N!” He holds the doors open. “Where are you going?”

“The lobby! I have to pick up something, and I need your help. Can you come with me?” You ask, hoping Baekhyun says yes. “Sure. Let’s go.” Baekhyun hops inside the elevator once more and you sigh in relief, pressing the button to the lobby.

The elevator ride is silent, none of you speaking. “How were the cookies?” Baekhyun asks, and you turn around to face him. “They were amazing. You are quite the baker Baekhyun.” You compliment him, and he smiles proudly.

“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed them.” The elevator doors open and Baekhyun holds the door open for you, and you quickly step out. “What are you picking up anyway?” Baekhyun’s question makes you freeze.

“It’s my cousin’s birthday, and I’m picking up her cake.” You smile nervously as you go up to the concierge and ask for the cake. Baekhyun stands a few feet away so you hope that he can’t hear you. “Can you hold this for me?” You hand the cake to Baekhyun and he nods.

Once you arrive on your floor, you take the cake from Baekhyun. “Thanks for holding this for me. Now, I know it’s your birthday, so I’m giving you your gift.” You arrive at your doorstep, and Baekhyun nods. “How did you know it was my birthday, though?” Baekhyun’s question makes you laugh nervously.

“Your friend, Chanyeol told me a while back. He helped me with my mail.” Your excuse was lame, but Baekhyun didn’t seem suspicious, so you sighed in relief. “I’ll just head inside to change first.” Baekhyun walks towards his door and you grab his wrist out of reflex.

“No! It’ll be really fast so don’t worry. Just wait out here.” Goodness, you were bad at this. Chanyeol is going to kill you. “Okay then.” Baekhyun laughs at your reaction and you relax, opening your door and practically running inside.

You remove the painting off your wall and call Chanyeol’s name. Chanyeol crouches down and you carefully hand him the cake. “Baekhyun’s outside. Keep your voice down, and I think I blew it for us. He was in the elevator when I was going to pick up the cake.” You whisper, and Chanyeol nods his head. “It’s fine. Thanks for your help, Y/N. Come join the party later.” You nod and smile, taking Chanyeol’s offer.

You put the painting back before exiting your apartment, where Baekhyun stands, leaning against the wall. You had to admit he looked good like that. “So I kinda forgot your gift in the car…I’m sorry.” You say sheepishly and Baekhyun laughs. “It’s fine, it’s not the end of the world.”

“I’ll head inside now,” Baekhyun says and you wave at him. You watch as he enters his passcode and the lock of his door click open. Baekhyun opens his door and gasps when he hears his friends yelling a birthday song for him. You join in, singing him a happy birthday and clapping your hands.

Baekhyun laughs, looking back at you when he realizes you were part of his friends’ entire surprise plan, and he hugs you. You’re taken by surprise but nevertheless hug him back. “Thank you!” He smiles and you hug him back. “Of course! Happy birthday! Blow your candles!” You laugh and Baekhyun turns around to blow all the candles on the cake you delivered.

The rest of the night is spent with Baekhyun celebrating his birthday with you and the rest of his members. There was food, there was cake and of course, there was alcohol. By the time the party ended, you’re knocked out on Baekhyun’s couch, looking extremely drunk and extra sleepy.

Not only were you extremely drunk, you managed to flirt with not one, not two, but three of Baekhyun’s friends and you were convinced that you had a special aura because of how confident you were.

“Baekhyun!” You giggle when Baekhyun sits next to you. Chanyeol was drunk as well, and he sat next to you, waving his hands in front of Baekhyun’s face. “Woah, Chanyeol. You have such big hands!” You giggle as you give him a high five, and both of you burst into laughter. Baekhyun chuckles at your silliness.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s take you home.” Baekhyun pulls you up and you instantly collide with his chest, making you laugh. “Woah, so manly, Baekhyun!” You hit his chest and he winces because of the pain. “I’m sorry!” You gasp when you notice Baekhyun’s pain.

“It’s fine.” He laughs once more. He thought you were so cute when you were drunk. He hands you a bottle of water. “Drink this first.” You chug down the entire bottle of water, feeling a bit more refreshed and you feel your mind get a bit clearer.

“Let’s go.” Baekhyun wraps his arm around your waist and holds you up. You’re quiet when Baekhyun helps you and practically carries you to your doorstep.

You type in your passcode wearily, obviously tired. “Thanks, Baekhyun.” You mutter, a bit soberer. You smile at him, and you slowly stand on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek, giggling in the process. Baekhyun chuckles at your drunken self and helps you in. “You’re welcome. Thank you for today.“

You groan the next day as you feel the hangover set in. You stretch on your bed, hearing your bones crack before you relax. What happened last night? Baekhyun’s party, you obviously drinking, Baekhyun carrying you home, and you kiss-

You jerk up in your bed as you gasp. You kissed Byun Baekhyun. Idol Byun Baekhyun. On the cheek. Not that bad but it could have escalated if you were still drunk. You hit yourself in the head. Were you that whipped for Baekhyun?

You can imagine it now. The articles, the paparazzi, the anti-fans, swarming, ready to end your career. You were done for. Your career was over. "CEO Y/N L/N in a relationship with EXO’s Byun Baekhyun?”

Haters will come for you, and you’ll never see the light of day again. You panic at the thought, burying yourself in your pillows. Just as you thought it could get any worse, someone rings your doorbell, and you instantly think it’s the paparazzi.

Here they come.

You check your appearance. You fix you slightly messy hair and check your pajamas. You don’t remember changing to pajamas. Unless Byun Baekhyun did it for you.

You shake the weird thought out of your head and do a silent prayer before walking towards your front door. You’re reluctant as you reach for the handle. It’ll be over soon.

You swing your door open and you practically collapse in relief when you see your older sister and your niece by your doorstep. Right, you were supposed to babysit today.

“Why are you so shaken up? It’s just us.” Your sister chuckles as she enters your apartment. You sigh in relief before shutting and locking your door. “It’s nothing.” You shake your head, but your sister’s too busy taking care of your niece to pay attention to you.

“Daphne, you’ll be staying with your aunt today, okay? I will be fetching you later.” Daphne, your niece, nods her head. You sister fixes your Daphne’s dress collar before standing up. “I’ll be going now. Thank you for taking care of her.” Your sister hugs you once more, and you pat her back.

“Say goodbye to mommy.” You pick Daphne up and she giggles before waving at her mother. Your sister laughs before waving at her daughter. “Don’t give your aunt a hard time!” She says before leaving your apartment. You sigh once the door’s closed, and you put Daphne down.

“So Daphne, do you want to play?” Your niece practically screams with joy and jumps in your arms, making you trip and fall on the ground. You giggle as you brush her hair with your fingers.

It was going to be a long day.

Three hours later, after playing with Daphne and running around with her inside your home, you walk into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Daphne was in the living room, doing her math exercises prepared by her mother.

“My God.” You mutter under your breath as you wipe a bead of sweat that formed on your forehead due to the activities you did in one single morning. You were planning some strawberry jam sandwiches for a snack. You open the fridge to get the strawberry jam, just to find it gone.

Daphne must have stolen the jam from your fridge.

“Daphne!” You call out, looking over your shoulder. No response.

You walk out to the living room to find her gone. “Daphne?” You check your room, the bathroom, all the nooks and crannies of your house, just to find her gone. “Daphne? Are you playing hide and seek? If you don’t come out now you won’t get ice cream!”

Still no response. Usually, Daphne would come out right away when you mentioned the sweet dessert, but for some reason, she wasn’t coming out. “Daphne?” You call out once more, but still nothing.

Your eyes go wide when you see your front door open, meaning Daphne obviously went out. You immediately run to the door, opening it wide open to check if Daphne was outside.

Daphne was gone. You panic, wondering how the heck you were going to tell your sister that you lost her daughter. Maybe you should call the police? Or maybe the lobby first so you can check security footage. Or maybe-

You hear laughter coming from one of the apartments. Not just any laugh, Daphne’s laugh. You sigh in relief, thanking God your sister wasn’t going to kick your ass. You hear your niece’s laugh once more, realizing it came from the apartment next to yours.

Baekhyun’s apartment.

Damn it. You swear under your breath as you fix yourself. Out of all of the days you had to meet Baekhyun, it was today. You give yourself a tiny pep talk, before walking over to his apartment and knocking on his door.

Baekhyun opened the door, Daphne safe in his arms. You’re relieved, but at the same time, you had to admit he looked good. He was wearing glasses today, and he looked absolutely adorable with them. You smile awkwardly and wave before turning to face your niece with an angry expression. “Daphne, what are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to move?” You scold the child, and she pouts.

For a while, Baekhyun looks shocked but clears his throat before speaking.

“Daphne is your kid? You’re..married?” Baekhyun looks confused and shocked at the same time, but you immediately shake your head in panic. A wave of embarrassment washes over you. He thought you were married? Did you look that old?

“N-no!” You scoff and Baekhyun opens the door for you to enter. “She’s my niece, my sister’s daughter.” You explain quickly.

Daphne giggles as she plays with Baekhyun’s hair. “She came over asking help with her math homework. She was too cute, so I couldn’t say no.” Baekhyun carefully sets Daphne down.

You enter the apartment, seeing crayons and markers scattered all over the floor, as well as some sheets of paper filled with Daphne’s failed drawings. “Show your aunt what you drew, Daphne,” Baekhyun tells Daphne sweetly. Daphne holds up a drawing of what seems to be a flower. Baekhyun holds up his own drawing of a house with a childish grin on his face.

Seeing them together made you smile, and all your worries seem to wash away. “Are you done answering your math homework?” You turn to Daphne and she nods. “He thought me how to do it.” Daphne points at Baekhyun and you and Baekhyun laugh. “He has a name, you know?”

Daphne doesn’t seem to care and continues drawing. “You’re great with children.” You smile at him, and Baekhyun immediately returns the smile. “Thanks a lot. You know, for taking care of her.” You pat Baekhyun’s back as he nods. “Daphne’s a great kid, she has potential. She’s smart too.” Baekhyun pats Daphne’s head and you had to agree. Daphne was an amazing kid, and she could definitely be the successor to the company someday.

You turn to face him with a serious expression on your face. “About last night-”

“Don’t worry about it. You were drunk. It was nothing big.” You let out a big sigh and Baekhyun laughs. “Did you actually worry about it?” His face makes you roll your eyes. “You’re an idol and of course-”

You realize what you said, and you cover your mouth. “Shoot, I didn’t mean that.” Baekhyun looks confused, and you sit down on the couch. “I was supposed to act like I didn’t know you were an idol. You would think I’m one of those fans trying to get close to you just because you’re famous.”

Baekhyun sighs. “Who cares? I don’t really care whether you know if I’m famous or not. Frankly, I know you’re a CEO and I don’t hang out with you just because you’re rich.” Baekhyun watches Daphne with a soft expression. You scoff. “You know I’m a CEO?”

“I did some background research on you too.” You hit him in the arm in shock. Baekhyun did research on you too, huh. “What? I’m not the only creepy stalker here!”

“Bold of you to assume that I’m a stalker.” You stick your tongue out at him. “You seem really professional, Y/N.” Baekhyun rolls his eyes and stands up. “Daphne! Do you want to bake cookies with me?” Hearing this, Daphne stands up almost immediately. “Yes! Let’s go Baekhyun.” Daphne calls him by his name and your eyes go wide.

“Uncle Baekhyun, Daphne! Do not call older people by their first name!” You correct and catch up with them. “You’re such a bad example. She didn’t even have her lunch yet!” You scold Baekhyun and he picks Daphne up in his arms.

“Your aunt is trying to take away all the fun, right Daphne?” He looks at Daphne. Daphne giggles before nodding her head in agreement. You gasp at the betrayal and Baekhyun spins her around. “Majority wins, Y/N. Deal with it.” You roll your eyes before following them to the kitchen.

“Fine. Only today. I’ll only allow it today, okay? I swear your mother’s going to kill me.” Baekhyun and Daphne cheer, as they run to the kitchen to prepare the cookies.

After basically trashing Baekhyun’s home, baking cookies, and eating them for lunch, you’re ready to take Daphne home. The child is crying, and you pat her back as she cries in your arms. “Don’t worry, Daphne, I’ll see you again soon.” Baekhyun’s voice calms the crying child. Daphne continues to cry, trying to reach out for Baekhyun. Baekhyun kisses her forehead softly.

“How about we go see a movie today before you leave?” Baekhyun’s suggestion makes the child stop crying. Daphne face immediately brightens up at Baekhyun’s idea and she nods her head.

Daphne sniffles. “O-Okay. But can we get ice cream after?”

You shake your head no, giving a Baekhyun a threatening glare. He smirks. “Sure, of course, we can. Consider today your cheat day.” He takes Daphne from your arms and the little girl hugs him tightly. “But before we watch the movie, we need to see someone first, okay?” Baekhyun wipes Daphne’s tears and you look at him with a confused expression.

At that moment, someone rings Baekhyun’s doorbell and he sets Daphne down. You take Daphne’s hand, as Baekhyun walks over to the door. He opens it wide open and you stare at the unfamiliar woman by the door. Who was she? His manager?

“Girls, this is my girlfriend. We’ll be watching the movie with her today.”

To say you were heartbroken was an understatement.

The movie date was so boring, and you felt yourself contemplating and thinking about Baekhyun’s girlfriend. How old was she? When did they meet? How long have they been dating? Why doesn’t the press know?

After watching the movie, you took Daphne to say goodbye to Baekhyun and his girlfriend. You had to admit she was extremely pretty, but it still didn’t feel right. Daphne didn’t really care as she licked her ice cream happily.

Daphne said goodbye to Baekhyun and gave him a peck on the cheek. He insisted on the two of you staying for dinner, but you didn’t want to be a third wheel, or even fourth wheel any longer.

You’re ready to leave, and you take Daphne’s hand to lead her to your car. You turn around and smile at them before Baekhyun suddenly stops you by grabbing your wrist.

“Hey, Y/N. I trust you enough, so I hope you don’t tell anyone about my girlfriend. We want to keep it a secret for as long as possible.” He whispers in your ear and you nod. You smile a fake smile, hoping Baekhyun doesn’t notice the pain in your voice. “Of course. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Baekhyun brightens up at your statement. He smiles softly at you. “Thank you for being so understanding. You’re an amazing friend. I don’t know where I would be without you.” He hugs you tightly and you rub his back.

That’s all you were, a friend.

You politely thanked the two of them and brought Daphne home, where your sister picked her up and stayed for dinner. Daphne talked about what happened that day, and your sister looked at you with raised eyebrows.

After dinner was finished, your sister went up to you. “Your neighbor seems interesting. What’s his name?” She asks as you wash the dishes. She leans against the counter as you sigh. “Byun Baekhyun, and don’t worry, he has a girlfriend.” Your sister looks shocked for a while, before her expression changes and she scoffs.

“Byun Baekhyun of EXO? I don’t know them well but they’re pretty legit. Never heard about his girlfriend, though.” She picks up a banana from the counter and peels it. “That’s because they didn’t announce it to the public. I’m sure they’ve been dating for a while.” You finish up the dishes and wipe your hands.

Your sister nods as you walk out into the living room and pick Daphne up. You kiss her forehead and she hugs you tightly. “Thank you Aunt Y/N.” She smiles and kisses your forehead as well. You laugh before handing her to your sister.

“Have a safe trip home, you guys.” You hug your sister before they say goodbye and leave your apartment.

The next time you and Baekhyun saw each other happened somewhere you thought you would never go in your life.

Baekhyun was having a launch party all the way in LA, for his brand, Privé. It was hard, but you had to do it for the company, especially since a large portion of the event was sponsored by them.

You and Baekhyun were still neighbors, sure, but you two never really spoke after your wall was fixed the day after Daphne visited. Maybe Baekhyun sensed that you were a little annoyed and mad at him, so he didn’t bother to talk to you or to even apologize.

There were times where the two of you would bump into each other in the elevator, or in the parking lot. You guys just never really stopped to talk. The two of you would just smile at one another and say hello before going back to your usual business.

So there you sat, watching the event go on in the VIP section. There was a lot of EXO-Ls present, screaming loudly to hopefully get Baekhyun’s attention. You took a sip of a fancy drink that almost looks like alcohol, but in real life, it was just plain sparkling water.

Baekhyun was there, of course, mingling with the people. He looked better than ever. His red hair was now permed, and his entire outfit screamed “confidence”. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was a strip club owner or a mafia leader.

You watched but never engaged. You never really liked these types of parties, but it was cool to see the clothes and outgits Baekhyun designed. It showed he really was someone special, not just an idol.

His eyes still sparkled as he talked to the interviewers about Privé and his clothing line. You smiled as you watched, admiring the way he looked and how he tried his best to answer each question they fired at him.

Sadly, even though months passed, you were still in love with him.

The press soon found out about Baekhyun’s relationship, but Baekhyun never questioned you or asked if you told anyone about it. Maybe he did trust you that much. Much to your surprise, Baekhyun didn’t break up with his girlfriend and maintained his relationship until this very day.

You sigh as you watch Baekhyun enter the VIP section, sitting rather close to you. You don’t notice him, but you watch as other people go up to him, talk to him and ask him questions. People were giving you strange looks, wondering why you weren’t interested in his presence at all, or why you never made a move on him. You honestly couldn’t care less.

After secretly eavesdropping on Baekhyun’s conversations with other people, you decide it was time for you to leave. Watching him talk to people made you interested, and you continue to watch Baekhyun.

It was human nature for people to be drawn to pretty things. People just can’t help but stare at them. Whether it be clothes, other girls or something pretty in a store, people always turn out to be drawn to them.

That was what was happening to you with Baekhyun.

The way his eyes sparkled, the way he laughs when someone tells him a joke, it made your heart leap for joy. Maybe a little distance will get your mind over him.

You realize that you couldn’t stay any longer, and called your driver to pick you up. A few minutes later, you stealthily exit using the back exit, which leads to an alleyway.

You groan as you msassage your aching ankles. You didn’t walk much, but the heels you were wearing were just really uncomfortable. Just as you’re about to enter your car, someone calls your name. “Y/N L/N!” You turn around to find Baekhyun running towards you. “Baekhyun.” You greet and smile, and you watch as Baekhyun catches up with you, panting.

Shouldn’t he be at the party? What was he doing here? You really thought you left the party without anyone noticing.

“Why are you leaving?”

“I suddenly don’t feel well, so I’m heading back. You answer, leaning against the door of the car. Baekhyun tries to place his hand on your forehead before you grab his wrist. “What are you doing?” You glare at him.

“You seem fine.” Baekhyun pulls his hand away.

You sigh. “What do you want, Baekhyun?” You cross your arms.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, just stands there before taking in a deep breath.

“I broke up with her.” Baekhyun broke up with his girlfriend? You were quite shocked to say the least. The single statement makes your heart leap with joy, and you can feel your heart rate increasing. You luckily manage to keep a poker face. “Why are you telling me this? I’m not part of this.”

“The news outlets will find out tomorrow.” The statement makes you raise your eyebrows. He’s here to waste your time once more.

“Thanks a lot for the info, Baekhyun, but I’m going to go-” You’re stopped as Baekhyun grips your arm. “Don’t go.” He practically begs, and you don’t know whether it’s because of the desperation on his face, or simply because you were drawn to him, but you found yourself staying.

You sigh once more as you signal your driver to wait as you step out of the car.

“What do you want?” You’re genuinely starting to get annoyed now, and if Baekhyun doesn’t get straight to the point, you’re leaving. “The reason why I broke up with her,” Baekhyun stops to suck in a breath. “was because I wanted to be with you.”

You’re surprised and shocked but nevertheless, keep your stance. “Okay?” You didn’t really know how to respond, whether to say no or to tell Baekhyun that you loved him too. Baekhyun senses your confusion and decides to explain.

“Why do you think you got a personal invite to this event?” Baekhyun’s question makes you laugh out loud. Did he really forget?

“Uh…I don’t know? Was it because we literally sponsored this event?” You answer sarcastically and Baekhyun sighs. “Aside from that, I wanted to be with you.” His words made you heart flutter, but you had to admit what he said was kind of cliché. You honestly felt like laughing.

“We’re literally neighbors, Baekhyun. You could’ve knocked.” You state, finding his idea a little bit absurd. “You would’ve slammed the door in my face.” Baekhyun pointed out almost immediately.

That was true. You nod in agreement.

“Listen, it’s okay if you don’t take my confession, but I want to be with you. The reason why I broke up with her was because I realized I love you, Y/N.” His words were sweet, and you think about it for a while. He loves you, and he wants to be with you.

“You’re an idol, Baekhyun. No matter what you say, I can’t be with you. How will your fans react? I still have an image to protect, Baekhyun. I’m a CEO, and if my image is damaged, my entire company’s image is damaged. It’s hard enough being a woman.” You tell him, looking down.

You really wanted to be with him, but you knew it was practically impossible because of Baekhyun’s status.

“Chanyeol approves it.” He mutters under his breath, and you chuckle at his statement. “Even if. I don’t want to live the rest of my life running a business with your fans sending death threats at me.” You cross your arms and Baekhyun thinks for a while.

After a few moments of silence, Baekhyun speaks. “I’ll make a statement,” Baekhyun says. “I’ll stop it. I promise.”

You raise your eyebrows and stare at Baekhyun. He looked so vulnerable, but you still had to protect your image, so there was nothing you could do. “How will you make this work?” You ask, checking your watch.

“When we get back, I promise I’ll take you on the best date you ever went on. We can even bake cookies after.” The memory makes you smile, and you realize that one date wouldn’t hurt.

You hate that you can’t say no.

“You have one date, Byun. If I get any sort of death threat, or I don’t like it-”

“Don’t worry. You don’t ever have to see me again. I’ll even move out.” Baekhyun’s punishment on himself was a bit harsh, but you nod in satisfaction and shake his hand. “Deal.”

Now’s the time.

Baekhyun immediately brings you in for a hug, and you laugh as he lifts you off the ground and spins you around. He presses his lips against yours and you laugh. “People might see.” You mutter against his lips but that doesn’t stop him.

“I’m making a statement, remember?” Baekhyun’s way too excited to care right now, but he carefully sets you down for your sake. "You still have one date. I’m not your girlfriend yet.” You can’t help but smile at him though.

You laugh, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne as you hug him, and he chuckles as he kisses your forehead. “You’re literally making me the luckiest man alive.” You laugh, as he takes your hand.

“Tell your driver to go home. I know you’re not sick, so after the event, I’m taking you out to dinner.” Baekhyun says as you groan, walking back to your car. Baekhyun can’t help but laugh at your cuteness. You were just too cute.

You roll your eyes as you walk back towards the venue. Baekhyun takes your hand and you lace your fingers together.

“This is where we part ways. I’ll tell them I had to go to the bathroom because of the number two.” You laugh at his excuse. “We’ll meet here after exactly one hour, okay?” He says by the back entrance of the venue. You nod in agreement.

He gives you a quick peck on the lips as he holds the door handle. “Thank you for giving me a chance.” He smiles sweetly before he opens the door, the loud music and the chatter of the crowd filling your ears as you enter the party once more.

That’s when you realized how much of an impact Baekhyun had on you. No matter how much you resist, no matter how many times you say you won’t, there’s always going to be this one person you always go back to, and his name is Byun Baekhyun.

[marquis-lafayeet]

You’re My Sunflower

Photographer!Daveed Diggs x Reader

Daveed huffed as he sorted all of the recent photos into piles that either made the cut or not. He was in college as of now, and was trying to get this Photography career somewhere. But all of his muses were either too into it or didn’t have enough effort. People really think photographers work all the magic but it’s really all in the muse.

Daveed rolled his eyes at the mere thought. “Hey Daveed,” his thoughts were cut off by his roommate, Y/N. Daveed smiled. “Hey Y/N. What have you been up to?” He asks, seeing all the bags in on her arms. Y/N beamed. “These are new art supplies for the project I’m working on. I’m so excited! I know people should be stressed about their biggest piece of this year, but I just like to think of it as another rough draft.” She explained with a smile.

Daveed smiled back. He was at least happy that Y/N was having an easy time with her final. Her eyebrows furrowed. “What about you?” She asked.

Daveed’s POV

I sighed as Y/N asked how my project was going. I plastered a fake smile that immediately left my face when I saw her expression that screamed “tell me the truth”. “I have to do a shoot,” I began but was cut off. “A shoot? That shouldn’t be a problem! You’re easily the most talented photographer I know!” She exclaimed. I felt my face heat up. “But it has to be a person.” Her expression dropped at that. I was talented at photography, sure, but when it comes to photographing people? Count me out. Too many expectations to live up to, no thank you. Y/N put a thoughtful face on. “Maybe... you could do me? I mean, if you want to, I know I don’t look the prettiest or anything. Never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything.” Y/N said shyly.

My face broke out into a smile. “That’s absolutely perfect! You could be my muse!” Y/N’s head shot up. “Really?” She asked. I nodded.

t i m e s k i p

Y/N unlatched herself from my arm as we neared the flower gardens, practically skipping on her way there. She beamed. “Look! They have sunflowers!” She exclaimed. I chuckled. “Why’re you so excited? Are they your favorite flower?” I asked, trying to get her to reveal herself. Her birthday was coming up and I haven’t got a clue as to what to get her. Y/N nodded her head furiously. “Everyone likes them now because they’re “aesthetic” or something,” she said rolling her eyes and doing air quotes on the word aesthetic. Y/N’s broke out into a little smile. “I’ve loved sunflowers ever since I could remember,” she continued. “I love the way they always look at the sun, as if trying to hold onto the light, never faltering once. Just like how people say I look for positivity. I’m not always happy though, I have my moods,” she said with a laugh.

I laughed with her with a nod. Y/N had plenty of days where she was down in the dumps. She would always sulk until I asked her what happened. She would tell me about her day then I would comfort her then we would get her favorite foods then watch TV and cuddle. “Anyways, let’s get onto that shoot, shall we?” She said with a grin. I plastered on a fake smile. “Let’s,” I said with fake enthusiasm. Y/N noticed and gave me an encouraging smile. “Hey, we’ll take as long as you need, okay?” Y/N said gently touching my arm. I nodded.

Turns out, she really meant as long as I need. We were there until sunset. And she didn’t complain once. “Okay, I think this is the one,” I said, looking at the camera. Y/N held her pose and giggled. “Well take the picture! I want to see your amazing photography skills,” I compiled and and angled the camera. As I did, I noticed the way her expression was held. It was really loving, while she was carresing the sunflowers around her. The sunset shone in the distance, and the reflection made her eyes and skin glow, contrasting the yellow-orange sky. The smile on her face was so beautiful I did a double take. I also made a realization that almost made me fall over. Did I... like Y/N? I’ve known her for the longest, and didn’t really pay attention to it, dang. I love Y/N L/N. This realization was so controlling that I didn’t notice Y/N trying to get my attention by calling my name between clenched teeth. “Daveed! Daveed,” she groaned, her face muscles tiring. I snapped back into attention. “Oh sorry Y/N, just a little distracted,” I said, not technically lying. She shrugged it off and focused back on her pose. After I took a couple more pictures, we headed back to our apartment.

Y/N laughed when she saw a picture of her laughing at a joke I made. “Ha, I don’t look mentally stable in that one,” Y/N said, fidgeting from embarrassment. I shook my head. “You look really cute in this one,” I felt my face heat up. Her eyes lit up. We walked the rest of the way in silence, finally making our way to our apartment. Y/N went to go take a shower while I put together my project.

a n o t h e r t i m e s k i p

I jumped up and down as I saw my final score. 100%! I can’t believe it. I sprinted back to the apartment to find Y/N. She was on the couch, eating some pretzels and watching Netflix. She glanced my way and a smile broke on her face when she saw my smile. “How’d you do?” She asked. I shoved the paper in her face. She screamed when she saw the paper. She excitedly grabbed it and inspected it further. “This is amazing! I’m so happy for you!” She said.

Third Person POV

She was so excited she went up to hug Daveed. She was so caught up in the moment she kissed him.

Right on the lips.

As soon as it happened, Y/N pulled away with wide eyes. “I-I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed. She was only met with a very surprised expression. The expression for him was pure joy. The expression for her was pure terror. Her eyes started to water and her bottoms lip started to tremble. “I gotta go,” she said, running back to her room. She couldn’t go out since there was still finals going on. Daveed tried to knock on her door to try and talk to her, but she didn’t come out.

It wasn’t until after the school day that Daveed was able to catch her when she got back home. Her eyes widened and she tried to turn back around but Daveed stopped her by blocking the doorway. “We need to talk Y/N.” Daveed said. Y/N kept her eyes downcast and nodded. They both walked to the living room, Y/N going at a slower pace to stall, unlacing her shoes, putting her bag on a rack and dusting dirt off of both her bag and shoes. Daveed huffed. She reluctantly shuffled her way to the living room and sat on the couch farthest away from him.

“What do you need to talk about?” She asked in a shy voice, a voice Daveed never heard before. “You already know what Y/N. Why’d you do it?” Daveed asked in a soft tone. She looked up and made eye contact with his kind eyes. Her bottom lip started to tremble again. Daveed notices and rushed over to her side. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you’re that embarrassed,” Daveed sympathized, rubbing her back. “I love you Daveed, not even like, love. I know I shouldn’t, and that you could like any other prettier girl on this ca-,” Y/N was interrupted by Daveed’s lips on hers.

Y/N was stunned into silence. “Shush, I love you too Y/N. And only you.” Daveed reassured her. Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” Y/N said. Daveed answered by crashing his lips on hers.

y e t a n o t h e r t i m e s k i p

It was Y/N’s birthday, and Daveed was completely ready. They were dating for a couple weeks now, and things couldn’t get any better. Y/N got a great grade on her art project, Daveed is getting offers to do shoots for models, and Daveed knew exactly what to do for Y/N’s birthday.

Y/N’s POV

I huffed as I came into the apartment l shared with my boyfriend. Boyfriend. Huh. Still sounds foreign to me. Anyways, today has been awful. Nobody remembered my birthday, even my friends! I didn’t tell them, I wanted to tell them tomorrow so that they could feel guilty. I felt a bit shallow for doing that, and for thinking that they have to remember my birthday. I felt horrible. “Babe, I’m home,” I called out. I found a piece of paper on the kitchen table. “Hey baby, I want you to meet me at the place fate decided to take place. ♡” - Daveed xoxo. Y/N beamed. He always liked to ramble on and on about how beautiful I looked that day he decided to do me for his shoot. I shook my head and smiled.

As I walked to the gardens, I thought about how lucky I was to have Daveed. He was sweet, funny, caring, and devastatingly handsome. I sighed contendly as I walked into the gardens. As I looked around, I noticed there was fairy lights hanging from the poles. As I looked closer, I noticed there were polaroids and regular pictures on there. They were pictures of me and Daveed. Each picture had a date and a caption. “May 12th, 2018, carnival ♥︎” the picture was of me and Daveed in a photo booth, with props making silly faces. I had huge muschtache while making duck lips while Daveed had bunny ears and scrunching his face up in the cutest way holding a rubber ducky. There was another picture of the carnival. We were holding hands and kissing, with the Ferris wheel lights shining in front of us. We were pretty lucky to have Rafael, Daveed’s friend, to be a photographer to. The picture came out perfect.

As I walked and admired the pictures, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned to see Daveed in a tux, holding sunflowers in his hand and bashfully smiling. “Happy birthday my love,” he said, leaning down and giving me a passionate kiss. “Do you like it?” Daveed asked shyly, handing me the flowers.

I gratefully took them and kissed his cheek. “I love it, and I love you, Daveed,” I say. He smiles and kisses me once more. “I love you too, Y/N.” He murmurs against my lips.

This was the best birthday ever.

[thicctoasts]

Now Entering: Breezy, West Virginia

CHAPTER ONE

"5 coffees please, the others will be here soon"

"Any creamer hun?"

She sighed knowingly, "yes, lots please. Thank you."

The pudgy waitress walked off with her notepad, never once looking up, or if she did, wasnt phased by what she saw.

She returned in no time with the coffees and the girl at the table muttered a thank you before turning to the jar of sugar at the table. Although she did lift the sugar with her hand, her spoon levitated as she flicked her wrist, stirring the sweet little rocks into the bitter dark void of her Waffle House mug.

Wait.

An eerie feeling crept up her spine. Who was watching her?

For the most part, she was alone, although the two men in the corner booth, obviously blitzed out of their skulls, gave her little reassurance.

"RAHH!"

Two arms wrapped around her middle suddenly from the booth behind her, causing her to yelp and send the spoon rocketing into the soft ceiling tiles, embedding itself with a soft 'thunk'.

A fit of laughter erupted from the booth out of her field of view, but given the wheezes, she could Identify that laugh nearly anywhere.

Still rigid from the startle, she turned around and glared at the figure writhing with laughter in the booth. "Bunny what the Devil is wrong with you!?"

Bunny wiped a tear from her eye, "HAHA gotcha K! Man, for a malevolent being you sure are easy to scare."

Bunny swung around into the booth beside K, placed a kiss on her cheek (a platonic ritual between the two that has been present for years) and picked up a laminated menu.

"The others going to be here soon?" Bunny asked, eyes scanning over the options of different waffles available.

"Yeah, Cyphus and Rose and Nola are all coming together tonight." K panned, taking a long draw of her coffee.

The waffle house was at the very edge of the small town, next to the truck stop where vacationers and haulers would stop for lunch and gas and be on their way. There wasn't much else in this area of town, no traffic lights, no other buildings, just the one main road that went in and out of Breezy, West Virginia in the span of about 10 minutes. Being close to 2am, however, the town and all its edges were virtually abandoned.

The cowbell above the door thunked, signaling someone else was here, and judging by the Crowd entering from the black of night, it was exactly who the two girls were waiting for. Nola finished tying her red-violet hair into a braid as she entered the threshold, careful not to knock her antlers on the sides. "Ew who let you two in here?" She joked as she took a seat on the bench across from the girls, immediately grabbing 3 creamers. Rose and Cyphus followed, Cyphus slithered to the waiting area and grabbed a chair to place at the end of the table. Her half-snake, half-human body never sat well in booth benches anyway. Her mottled skin seemed to enhance in hue and vibrancy as the plain black coffee passed her lips and she cradled the cup between her hands. Rose poured one creamer into her coffee and threw it back like a shot of hard liquor. It was often a hard gamble if Rose didnt have copious amounts of caffeine coursing through her veins at any time of the day. "You know Magic cant protect you from cardiac arrest." Bunny mumbled into her barely touched coffee. She raised her eyebrows, and motioned her half empty cup in Bunny's direction, "We'll see when we get to that point." She spoke with her characteristically neutral but sarcastic tone. The pudgy waitress came back, glanced up at the table consisting of 2 witches, a demon, a monster, and an urban legend, and sighed as she looked back at her notepad. Her fading red lipstick moved as she droned, "Yall ready to order?" As she tacked on her well meaning customer service smile.

The collection straight from a ghost hunting blog ordered their food, got refills on coffee, and began to wait. Bunny pulled off her dark red beanie- her favorite, as it fit her head and was made by a friend- and her large rabbit-like ears flopped out and instantly twitched, shook, and perked up. "Guys! You'll never believe what I found at the thrift store!" She shuffled in her small backpack under the table and pulled out a clunky, black box with a massive lense.

K's eyes widened as she grabbed the box, "Holy shit is that an old Polaroid? Does it still work?"

"Yeah it does! I took a couple practice pictures with some film I bought for it! It works great! I wonder why someone would donate this?" Bunny mused while pointing the camera at her friends and looking at them through the viewfinder.

The waitress came back with the plates of their food, Dark Lunch as the group called it, (past a midnight snack, but before breakfast), and glanced up at the camera before placing Nola's peanut butter waffle down in front of her.

"Polaroid, huh? Havent seen one of those in a long time. It still work?"

Bunny smiled and nodded as her ears flopped along with her head.

"I can take y'alls picture if ya want." She offered, taking the camera as it was handed to her. The mishmashed family grouped together over the table and smiled, some making silly smiles and the others looking more stoic and calm. Right as the camera clicked and flashed, the door-bell thanked, and all 12 eyes flashed to the two police officers in the doorway.

"Evening Brady, Finchworth."

"Evening Diane." The taller officer spoke, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his cropped, though curly red hair. The two officers took the seats at the bar, the shorter officer staying quiet and opting to smile and wave at the monster mash, rather than speak up like officer Brady. "Good evening ladies," Brady said with his comforting smile, "how darks the coffee tonight, Cyphus?"

Cyphus chuckled at the very accurate comment and mused, "almost as dark as the bags under your eyes, Brady!" He smirked and took a sip of the water the waitress brought him without asking. The entire town of Breezy knew Officer Brady was the glue holding the towns laws, domestic issues, and even acting as a court official. He works countless hours, works near constant overtime, and rarely has a day off.

The photo was finally printing out of the Polaroid. Bunny took it and shook it as she turned to her snake friend. "Oh leave him alone Cyph. Hes the hardest working soul in this town! Without him and the others Breezy would turn into Lord of the Flies in a matter of days." She exaggerated sarcastically, but as she did, it was always with a grain of truth. "Hey, Brady! You guys made it into our photo!" She teased as she held it up and turned around in her booth to face the policemen.

"Oh honey we're sorry, I could take another one for you? Hey is that a Polaroid?" He and officer Finchworth looked curiously at the little square photo.

"No, no! It's okay! You guys are here nearly as much as us, you belong in the picture too. It's good!" Bunny giggled and smiled at the officers and the photo before passing it around the table then placing it in her bag.

Around 10 minutes passed, filled with banter, chatter of the day, and consuming the unhealthy amount of cheese and hashbrowns they ordered collectively.

Seeing as everything was attended to, Diane, the waitress, leaned over the counter to speak to the men.

"Hows that case been going for you boys? Any new leads?"

"Not a one." Finchworth shook his head and placed his somewhat round chin in his hand. "Just another call about holes in the ground."

Rose looked up from her eggs and froze, listening.

"Another one?" Diane huffed, clearly empathizing with Finchworth's frustration.

Officer Brady piped in, "yeah! The Eugene's farm this time. Big, deep gashes in the crop fields that hurt the plants and the livestock. Everything is fine except the topsoil and earth is all charred and burnt. Sometimes the animals fall in and get hurt or they get burnt too. But theres no evidence of anybody. No kids with lighters or shovels, not a trace of anything."

The air grew tense as Officer Brady's eyes flitted over to lock with Rose's now wide ones.

"What?" Brady challenged, with fear edging his voice.

"That's been happening to other people too?" Rose swallowed heavily. "Its been happening on the edges of my property in the woods. My cats are afraid to go outside and my birds wont nest in the trees because they're afraid more will fall."

Officer Brady dug in his pocket for his notepad and pen.

"Rose, hun," he stood up and motioned to the door, eyes a little too wide for comfort, "step outside with me please."

[nebwv]

Now Entering: Breezy, West Virginia

CHAPTER ONE

“5 coffees please, the others will be here soon”

“Any creamer hun?”

She sighed knowingly, “yes, lots please. Thank you.”

The pudgy waitress walked off with her notepad, never once looking up, or if she did, wasnt phased by what she saw.

She returned in no time with the coffees and the girl at the table muttered a thank you before turning to the jar of sugar at the table. Although she did lift the sugar with her hand, her spoon levitated as she flicked her wrist, stirring the sweet little rocks into the bitter dark void of her Waffle House mug.

Wait.

An eerie feeling crept up her spine. Who was watching her?

For the most part, she was alone, although the two men in the corner booth, obviously blitzed out of their skulls, gave her little reassurance.

“RAHH!”

Two arms wrapped around her middle suddenly from the booth behind her, causing her to yelp and send the spoon rocketing into the soft ceiling tiles, embedding itself with a soft ‘thunk’.

A fit of laughter erupted from the booth out of her field of view, but given the wheezes, she could Identify that laugh nearly anywhere.

Still rigid from the startle, she turned around and glared at the figure writhing with laughter in the booth. “Bunny what the Devil is wrong with you!?”

Bunny wiped a tear from her eye, “HAHA gotcha K! Man, for a malevolent being you sure are easy to scare.”

Bunny swung around into the booth beside K, placed a kiss on her cheek (a platonic ritual between the two that has been present for years) and picked up a laminated menu.

“The others going to be here soon?” Bunny asked, eyes scanning over the options of different waffles available.

“Yeah, Cyphus and Rose and Nola are all coming together tonight.” K panned, taking a long draw of her coffee.

The waffle house was at the very edge of the small town, next to the truck stop where vacationers and haulers would stop for lunch and gas and be on their way. There wasn’t much else in this area of town, no traffic lights, no other buildings, just the one main road that went in and out of Breezy, West Virginia in the span of about 10 minutes. Being close to 2am, however, the town and all its edges were virtually abandoned.

The cowbell above the door thunked, signaling someone else was here, and judging by the Crowd entering from the black of night, it was exactly who the two girls were waiting for. Nola finished tying her red-violet hair into a braid as she entered the threshold, careful not to knock her antlers on the sides. “Ew who let you two in here?” She joked as she took a seat on the bench across from the girls, immediately grabbing 3 creamers. Rose and Cyphus followed, Cyphus slithered to the waiting area and grabbed a chair to place at the end of the table. Her half-snake, half-human body never sat well in booth benches anyway. Her mottled skin seemed to enhance in hue and vibrancy as the plain black coffee passed her lips and she cradled the cup between her hands. Rose poured one creamer into her coffee and threw it back like a shot of hard liquor. It was often a hard gamble if Rose didnt have copious amounts of caffeine coursing through her veins at any time of the day. “You know Magic cant protect you from cardiac arrest.” Bunny mumbled into her barely touched coffee. She raised her eyebrows, and motioned her half empty cup in Bunny’s direction, “We’ll see when we get to that point.” She spoke with her characteristically neutral but sarcastic tone. The pudgy waitress came back, glanced up at the table consisting of 2 witches, a demon, a monster, and an urban legend, and sighed as she looked back at her notepad. Her fading red lipstick moved as she droned, “Yall ready to order?” As she tacked on her well meaning customer service smile.

The collection straight from a ghost hunting blog ordered their food, got refills on coffee, and began to wait. Bunny pulled off her dark red beanie- her favorite, as it fit her head and was made by a friend- and her large rabbit-like ears flopped out and instantly twitched, shook, and perked up. “Guys! You’ll never believe what I found at the thrift store!” She pulled her small backpack out from under the table, unzipping it, and rifling through the contents of the seemingly bottomless bag. Carelessly, she pulled out a rubber ducky, a lighter, a hairbrush, a large kitchen knife- K happened to glance over the second the knife hit the table, eyes widening and her face stuttering in shock before teleporting the knife to who knows where before Bunny or the staff could notice. After a large collection of miscellaneous objects have been dumped on the table, Bunny lets out a small “aha!” and pulls out a clunky, black box with a massive lens.

K’s eyes widened as she grabbed the box, “Holy shit is that an old Polaroid? Does it still work?”

“Yeah it does! I took a couple practice pictures with some film I bought for it! It works great! I wonder why someone would donate this?” Bunny mused while pointing the camera at her friends and looking at them through the viewfinder.

The waitress came back with the plates of their food, Dark Lunch as the group called it, (past a midnight snack, but before breakfast), and glanced up at the camera before placing Nola’s peanut butter waffle down in front of her.

“Polaroid, huh? Havent seen one of those in a long time. It still work?”

Bunny smiled and nodded as her ears flopped along with her head.

“I can take y'alls picture if ya want.” She offered, taking the camera as it was handed to her. The mishmashed family grouped together over the table and smiled, some making silly smiles and the others looking more stoic and calm. Right as the camera clicked and flashed, the door-bell thanked, and all 12 eyes flashed to the two police officers in the doorway.

“Evening Brady, Finchworth.”

“Evening Diane.” The taller officer spoke, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his cropped, though curly red hair. The two officers took the seats at the bar, the shorter officer staying quiet and opting to smile and wave at the monster mash, rather than speak up like officer Brady. “Good evening ladies,” Brady said with his comforting smile, “how darks the coffee tonight, Cyphus?”

Cyphus chuckled at the very accurate comment and mused, “almost as dark as the bags under your eyes, Brady!” He smirked and took a sip of the water the waitress brought him without asking. The entire town of Breezy knew Officer Brady was the glue holding the towns laws, domestic issues, and even acting as a court official. He works countless hours, works near constant overtime, and rarely has a day off.

The photo was finally printing out of the Polaroid. Bunny took it and shook it as she turned to her snake friend. “Oh leave him alone Cyph. Hes the hardest working soul in this town! Without him and the others Breezy would turn into Lord of the Flies in a matter of days.” She exaggerated sarcastically, but as she did, it was always with a grain of truth. “Hey, Brady! You guys made it into our photo!” She teased as she held it up and turned around in her booth to face the policemen.

“Oh honey we’re sorry, I could take another one for you? Hey is that a Polaroid?” He and officer Finchworth looked curiously at the little square photo.

“No, no! It’s okay! You guys are here nearly as much as us, you belong in the picture too. It’s good!” Bunny giggled and smiled at the officers and the photo before passing it around the table then placing it in her bag.

Around 10 minutes passed, filled with banter, chatter of the day, and consuming the unhealthy amount of cheese and hashbrowns they ordered collectively.

Seeing as everything was attended to, Diane, the waitress, leaned over the counter to speak to the men.

“Hows that case been going for you boys? Any new leads?”

“Not a one.” Finchworth shook his head and placed his somewhat round chin in his hand. “Just another call about holes in the ground.”

Rose looked up from her eggs and froze, listening.

“Another one?” Diane huffed, clearly empathizing with Finchworth’s frustration.

Officer Brady piped in, “yeah! The Eugene’s farm this time. Big, deep gashes in the crop fields that hurt the plants and the livestock. Everything is fine except the topsoil and earth is all charred and burnt. Sometimes the animals fall in and get hurt or they get burnt too. But theres no evidence of anybody. No kids with lighters or shovels, not a trace of anything.”

The air grew tense as Officer Brady’s eyes flitted over to lock with Rose’s now wide ones.

“What?” Brady challenged, with fear edging his voice.

“That’s been happening to other people too?” Rose swallowed heavily. “Its been happening on the edges of my property in the woods. My cats are afraid to go outside and my birds wont nest in the trees because they’re afraid more will fall.”

Officer Brady dug in his pocket for his notepad and pen.

“Rose, hun,” he stood up and motioned to the door, eyes a little too wide for comfort, “step outside with me please.”

[magnumversum]

Wolves Season 1 Episode 2: Greed Spreads Like Wildfires

RATED PG-13

Senator Niraomi questioned the intentions of the smelly sleazebags sharing the table. Senators from the five regions of the Nightwolf Dynasty: Senator Corris of Linn, Senator Frenca of Robin, Senator Mithe of Yearn, and Senator Niraomi of Lechten came together, scarfing down on oversized servings of poultry and butter, wearing fine clothes while the poor were left to starve. They were wolves, certainly. Humans were nearing extinction, especially after the calamity struck, leading to the annihilation of humanity as a whole.

Niraomi was also a wolf, seated next to the last remaining human in the dynasty: Grandmaster Benedict “Dick” Hornwell, who was addressing the senators at the meeting, including Niraomi herself, senator of Curra: “Members of the Nightwolf Dynasty, my father K. Hornwell founded this on the belief that people were nothing without man’s best friend. He laid the groundwork for what would become greatness. Unfortunately, my father’s vision was crushed by fools looking to crush dissent. For them, greed spreads like wildfires.

“They thirst for power, gnawing at it, clenching their fists, throwing hands, starting fights, rioting for a taste of control. But alas, while idiots fail, the Hornwell family’s dynasty conquers, because you wolves deserve better.” The senators at the table rose from their chairs and applauded the grandmaster, but Niraomi wasn’t sure she trusted him. For years, she blindly followed Grandmaster Hornwell, but when his father, “Big K. Hornwell,” strayed down the wrong path, it led to the near destruction of the human race.

Senator Frenca, golden robes dressed over his fur, rose from his chair and spoke: “As all of you know by now, the dynamics in the gangs are changing. Head honchos rise and fall, the dynasty is wrangling up the gangs like cattle, and the powers between empires and dynasties are heading to war. Our responsibilities are changing with the times, and with changing times, we must change too, or we will suffocate.”

“I hope you’re not considering anything too drastic, senators,” said Grandmaster Hornwell. “There’s plenty of alternatives to violent ends.”

Senator Frenca left his seat. “Peaceful endings are not what I had in mind, Grandmaster.”

“What are you proposing then?” Benny slowly reached inside his trench coat, waiting for the opportune moment to draw his pistol. He always kept it in the inner right pocket of his trench coat, next to a box of matches, an e-vape, his cellphone, and a picture of his dead wife. But when Dick looked in his jacket, the pistol was missing, instead replaced by a wolf tooth. “W—wait just a minute fellas… we could be working together!”

“You made up your mind.” Senator Corris gnarled at the grandmaster. “You want to kill us, Benny.”

“W—wait!” Grandmaster Hornwell begged. “There’s some guy and h—he’s after all of y’all maggots!”

“Speak fast,” Naomi threatened. “You’re on borrowed time.”

“I—it’s about time I tell you about the bigger threat l—lurking over us.” Grandmaster Hornwell reached into his coat, emptied out his left pocket, where he kept his camera, polaroids, spare keys to his Honda Corolla, a black notepad, Kleenex wipes and a Montblanc Meisterstück Fountain Pen, but instead he found a chopped up hand holding a burnt out cigarette. “W—we’re all gonna die anyway—you’re all dead!”

[back-to-baek]

EXO SALE CLEARANCE

Hello friends! It has been quite a while since I have been back on tumblr and I have decided to start selling off my EXO collection. Although I still love them to death and parting with some of my collection is really hard, I realized I haven’t been appreciating them as much anymore and its time to part to a better home. I have decided to only collect CDs and use the money for other life expenses like food and food. 

Please email me at kaebsong@gmail.com instead of messaging me on tumblr as its the fastest way to communicate with me. Feel free to message me with any questions/more photo proof, etc. **Also open to trade for albums and other things I’m looking for** 

Shipping prices will vary depending on item and to the US only. (maybe international)

Anyways on to the sale!!

EXO SMTOWN WEEK LIMITED EDITION Photo Set Color $40 Photo Set Black/White $40 Postcard Set $25 **Comes with all members**

POLAROID SETS (comes with all polaroids) The First Class (XOXO/WOLF era) $25 Miracles in December $25 EXO COEX Tin Polaroids Ver. 1 and Ver. 2 $15 each        **Doesn’t come with the string or clips** EXODUS (smaller ver.) $20

Official “OTP” Photocard Sets- $12 each set

EXODUS Postcards $20 Overdose Photoset $20 Growl Photoset $20 Mama Ver. 1 and 2 Photosets $20 each Miracles in December Photoset $15 **sets come with all members**

EXOPLANET #1 Postcard/Key Holder Set $15 **doesn’t come with key holder** Miracles in December Postcard MV version $30 Miracles in December Postcard Green Ver. (Elf) $30 Miracles in December Postcard Red Ver. (Tie) $30 *comes with all members*

Stardium Postcards $25 MAMA Polaroids $25 Growl Postcards w/ envelopes $25 EXO SMTOWN WEEK Message Card $15 Kolon Sport EXO-K $15

PYL Younique Album $45 Exology Chapter 1 Photobook w/ Lay poster $40

DISCLAIMER: All prices are very similar to what I paid for when I first bought them from what feels like a lifetime ago. I compared with the prices on ebay and most of the prices are lower than what you can find on ebay just because I understand the pain of wanting to collect and having the prices be way over the top. I also want these to go to a better home where they will be taken great care of. Prices are negotiable! Please help reblog if you can :))

[sleepykalena]

YASAAAASSSSSSSS. Cassian to Jyn for the writing prompts: 47. "When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” pretty please and thank you! *triangulation salute*

“When I picture myself happy…it’s with you.”

Jyn eyed Cassian incredulously.

“Cassian, that’s a beer bottle.”

“I KNOW!” Cassian burst out, leaning back on the bar stool. “ButI’m so happy tonight, cuz thisalcoholssogoooood” he slurred. He poundedhis fist down at the bar in pure satisfaction at the last couple of syllables,but even Jyn couldn’t figure out how many words that was supposed to cover.

She smirked and looked forward as she took another swig of her own drink. Shewas glad to see him having a good time, and felt a deep sense of satisfactionknowing that she can now hold it over his head about what a lightweight he’sbecome since school demanded all his time and attention. It really was great tosee him smiling again after school and work had beat him down so much. Thefatigue in his eyes from this morning had disappeared completely as he lovinglycaressed his beer bottle and pressed the cool glass up to his cheek forcomfort.

Still though, that History of Intelligence Extraction Techniques class wasbrutal.

“Man, FUCK these guys, no one ever passes this stupid class, whichmeans-” he startled Jyn by grabbing her arm with one hand for emphasiswhile raising his other hand with the beer, “-either we’re all dumbfucks,or Draven can’t teach for shit! I’mma awesome student, it’s probly hizz fault!Stupid Draven.” He finally took another swig of his beer.

Jyn tried as hard as she could not to snort. She offered to take him out for drinksand snacks after she walked in on him looking crest-fallen at the final grades postedon his student account. It seemed to cheer him up a lot, but she suspected hejust needed company from someone other than his robotic housemate, Kay, whosupposedly passed Draven’s class with the “A” Cassian so badly wanted.

“’F all I’m worth is a C, may as well say ‘fuck it’ an’ live’little, right?! Like a ‘C’ student does.” She watched Cassian gulp down somemore of his beer.

This was Cassian’s first-ever “C” grade. Jyn didn’t have theheart to tell him that it still meant he passed the class and wouldn’t have totake a class with Draven ever again.“‘msssoooo pissed I gotta takehimagain nessstyear like how do you get somany classes t'teach when you’re sooooooo shitty anyway?!”Oh. Well then.Jyn gestured to the bartender for another round of shots and slid one toCassian.“Another shot!” she said. “For the future.”Cassian grabbed the shot glass a little too enthusiastically and let some ofthe vodka dribble down the inside of his wrist. Noticing this he brought hishand closer to his face and sloppily licked up and down his forearm at thedrippings. Jyn gulped at the sight and wondered just how long his tongueactually was.She quickly grabbed her shot to avoid detection and raised the glass. “Tothe future,” she declared and nodded.“FUTURE!” he exclaimed belatedly. Their glasses clinked and Cassianthrew his shot back with no hesitation. He shook his head wildly withsatisfaction, slamming the shot glass down at the bar, and Jyn noticed themovement of his tousled brown hair. It now looked extra fluffy after all thetimes he’s run his hands through it tonight in frustration.She wondered vaguely how the hair would feel between her fingers- if they’d besoft as a child’s or rougher from sweat from being out all day.If he weren’t in such a drunken state, she might have actually dared toinvestigate.Jyn shook the thought out of her head and shot a cheesy grin at Cassian.“Alright buddy, I think you’ve had enough. Let’s get you back home beforeyou pass out at the bar cuz I can’t carry your dead ass back to yourplace.” She put a few bills in a dry glass and raised it to the bartender.The bartender nodded once and turned back to her other drinks.Jyn turned back to Cassian and found him pouting at her. His lips werenaturally thin but, like this, she felt like a kid staring through a candy shopwindow, and his lips were her favorite candies on display.Dear god, he needed to stop that.“But the night is young!” He whined, swaying a little on the stool.“It’s 1:30 in the morning, the bar’s gonna close soon anyway.”“I barely started drinking!”She crossed her arms. “That’s exactly the problem, you’ve had only 2 shotsand that beer you’ve been caressing,” she retorted with a raised eyebrow.“’S always room for moreeee,” Cassian said. His voice rang withresistance but his body knew better as he attempted to get off the bar stoolregardless. Jyn put an arm around his torso and swung his arm around hershoulder for support.“One step at a time, alright Cass?” Jyn said as they trudged out ofthe bar, a few steps at a time.Luckily, Cassian lived on a residential street behind the bar, so it wasn’tlong before they approached his apartment. Jyn patted around his pants for hiskey fob and Cassian started laughing.“Tha'tickles,” he said with a grin. “If you wanted to get intomy pants all ya had t'do was assssssss…k.”Jyn blushed and felt even warmer than the buzz that crept up on her through thenight, but she rolled her eyes at him.After finally fishing out the key fob, she opened the gate and dragged Cassianinto the apartment complex. Reaching towards the elevator, she stuck her fingerout to press the “up” button, but Cassian thought it was a better idea to swatit like a cat. The lack of control over his own body was probably driving himnuts, she figured, and she pressed her lips together to keep herself fromlaughing at the thought.

When the elevator doors slid open, she pulled him in and leanedhim against the back wall. She pressed the button to his floor and leanedagainst the back wall as well, looking up at him to see if he was okay.

He stared down at her, zoned out and eyes half-lidded. Theonly audible sounds were the hum of the elevator and his slow, but headybreath. Jyn couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, and he swayed back and forthslightly trying to stay upright, but soon enough she found him leaning so farforward towards her she could feel his breath on her lips. Jyn’s eyes flutteredas she stared through his long eyelashes and realized she was paralyzed at thebeauty of it. Slowly, her hand made its way up to his face and she gentlypressed two fingers on his bottom lip. She almost recoiled in surprise at howsoft they were, and she found herself struggling hard against her owninebriation to stop herself from outright taking advantage of him physicallywhen the elevator made a small “ding!” noise and the doors slid back open onCassian’s floor.

Cassian whipped his head in the direction of the door andattempted to move on his own accord. Jyn snapped out of her trance andscrambled to put her arm around his waist again to keep him up as they left theelevator.Once inside the apartment, Jyn flicked the lights to his bedroom on and led himto his bed. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, and tomorrow we can go out forhangover breakfast,” she said, patting his back. She was about to tear awayfrom him and head towards the bathroom to wash her face, but she felt a suddenforce pull her down and onto the bed. Cassian had gripped one of her handstightly and brought her down with him.

“Man…” Cassian breathed. His words were still elongated andslurred, and the smell of alcohol wafted through Jyn’s nose. “That was fun!Told you I could out-drink you!”She chuckled. “That’s not how it works, Cass. I’m still sober.”He tried to throw his head back by digging his head further into the pillows,then tried to shush her by placing his fingers on her lips. But in his drunkenstupor, he missed and they landed just above, on her nostrils. “Shhh, no,stop spreading lies,” he hushed.

Jyn dug Cassian’s phone out of his back pocket and rolledover to place it on his nightstand, screen-side down so the notificationswouldn’t wake him up. But she noticed a small Polaroid photo sticking out fromthe card holder on the back of his phone case. Curiously, Jyn took it out,wondering what a studious, discreet man like Cassian was doing with asentimental item.

It was a picture of herself, dressed up as a Jedi, flashinga peace sign while leaning against Cassian, who hadn’t bothered to get into thespirit of Halloween. He flashed a demure, yet cocky ghost of a smirk on hisface, red solo cup in his free hand. At the bottom, in sharpie, were the words “Halloween,2012” and, much smaller, at the bottom corner: “First time meeting Jyn”.

“When I picture myself happy, it’s with you!” Cassiansuddenly slurred together, eyes closed, apparently having found a second windof energy in all his drunkenness. It caught Jyn by surprise and she quicklyshoved the picture back into his phone case before flipping back around towardshim.“Yes, yes, the beers and the booze make you happy,” Jyn soothed,remembering his beer-bottle-caress. “Don’t forget that I’m the one thattook you out for drinks though,” she teased.He turned over more to face her and haphazardly threw an arm and a leg aroundher. “I know,” Cassian mumbled as his lids drooped. “You knewhow to cheer me up, and that’s why you’re in my happy-picture.”A flash of heat surged through Jyn as she thought back to that photo, and hercheeks went red. She wanted to ask about the picture he kept with him, if itmeant anything to him, or why he even had it on hand. But just as she got thecourage to get the words out she looked up and found Cassian’s that eyes were completelyshut and his breathing had turned into a gentle purr of snoring.Well, she was trapped under his heavy limbs, on his own bed. She might askabout it tomorrow, if she’s still feeling brave. Until then, she could stand toget comfortable for the night.So she did.