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Cat Mom T-Shirt: A Must-Have Fashion Statement for Feline Lovers

For those who cherish their feline friends, a Cat Mom t-shirt is more than just a piece of clothing—it's a badge of honor. Whether you’re a proud owner of a single kitty or a devoted caretaker of multiple cats, this trendy t-shirt is a perfect way to showcase your love for your furry companions. In this article, we'll explore the appeal of Cat Mom t-shirts, how to style them, and where to find the best ones.

The Popularity of Cat Mom T-Shirts

Cat Mom t-shirts have soared in popularity over the past few years, thanks to the growing community of cat enthusiasts. These shirts serve as a fun and fashionable way to express your love for your pets while connecting with like-minded individuals. The designs often feature playful graphics, catchy phrases, and adorable cat imagery, making them an instant hit among cat lovers.

Personal Expression

Wearing a Cat Mom t-shirt is a personal statement. It tells the world that you are proud to be a cat mom, and you celebrate the special bond you share with your feline friends. The designs range from cute and whimsical to bold and sassy, allowing you to choose one that matches your personality.

Gift Idea

Cat Mom t-shirts also make for an excellent gift. Whether it’s for Mother’s Day, a birthday, or just because, a Cat Mom t-shirt is a thoughtful and unique present for the cat lover in your life. It’s a gift that’s not only stylish but also deeply meaningful.

Choosing the Perfect Cat Mom T-Shirt

When selecting a Cat Mom t-shirt, there are several factors to consider to ensure you get the best quality and design that suits your style.

Fabric Quality

The material of the t-shirt is crucial for comfort and durability. Look for shirts made from soft, breathable fabrics like cotton or cotton blends. These materials are not only comfortable to wear but also easy to care for. A high-quality fabric will ensure that the t-shirt holds up well after multiple washes.

Design and Print

The design of your Cat Mom t-shirt is where you can really let your personality shine. Some popular designs include simple text-based prints like "Cat Mom," accompanied by cute paw prints or cat faces. Others feature more elaborate illustrations of cats in various poses or engaging in typical cat behaviors. Choose a design that resonates with you and reflects your relationship with your pets.

Fit and Size

Getting the right fit is essential for any t-shirt, and the Cat Mom t-shirt is no exception. Whether you prefer a loose, relaxed fit or a more fitted silhouette, make sure to check the size chart before purchasing. Many brands offer a wide range of sizes to accommodate different body types.

Color Options

While classic black or white Cat Mom t-shirts are always in style, don’t be afraid to explore other colors that complement your wardrobe. Soft pastels, bold hues, or even tie-dye designs can add a unique flair to your outfit. Consider how the color of the t-shirt will match with other items in your wardrobe to ensure versatility.

How to Style a Cat Mom T-Shirt

The versatility of a Cat Mom t-shirt allows it to be styled in numerous ways, making it a great addition to any wardrobe. Here are some outfit ideas to help you make the most of your Cat Mom t-shirt:

Casual and Comfortable

For a laid-back, everyday look, pair your Cat Mom t-shirt with jeans or leggings. Add a pair of comfortable sneakers and a crossbody bag for a casual yet stylish outfit. This ensemble is perfect for running errands, grabbing coffee with friends, or lounging at home with your cats.

Chic and Trendy

To elevate your Cat Mom t-shirt for a more polished appearance, tuck it into a high-waisted skirt or tailored trousers. Layer with a blazer or denim jacket and finish the look with ankle boots or loafers. This outfit strikes a balance between casual and chic, making it suitable for casual Fridays at the office or a weekend brunch.

Layering for Cool Weather

As the weather cools, you can still rock your Cat Mom t-shirt by layering it with other pieces. Wear it under a cozy cardigan or a stylish hoodie for added warmth. Pair with jeans and boots to complete the look. This layered outfit is ideal for fall or winter days when you want to stay warm while still showcasing your love for your cats.

Accessorizing

Accessorizing your Cat Mom t-shirt can add an extra touch of personality to your outfit. Consider adding a statement necklace, a cute cat-themed tote bag, or even a matching cat-themed phone case. Sunglasses, hats, and scarves can also be used to enhance your look while keeping the focus on your Cat Mom pride.

Where to Buy Cat Mom T-Shirts

With the growing popularity of Cat Mom t-shirts, there are numerous places where you can find a wide variety of designs and styles. Here are some top recommendations:

Online Marketplaces

Websites like Amazon, Etsy, and Redbubble offer an extensive selection of Cat Mom t-shirts. These platforms feature designs from various independent artists and sellers, giving you access to unique and creative options. Be sure to read reviews and check sizing information before making a purchase.

Specialty Pet Stores

Many pet stores, both online and brick-and-mortar, carry apparel for pet lovers, including Cat Mom t-shirts. Shopping at these stores allows you to support businesses that cater specifically to animal lovers. Additionally, some stores may offer customization options, allowing you to create a truly personalized t-shirt.

Fashion Retailers

Mainstream fashion retailers like Target, H&M, and Forever 21 often carry graphic tees, including Cat Mom designs. These stores offer affordable prices and the convenience of in-store shopping, where you can try on different sizes and styles before buying.

Caring for Your Cat Mom T-Shirt

To ensure your Cat Mom t-shirt remains in great condition for years to come, it’s important to follow proper care instructions:

Washing Tips

Always check the care label before washing your t-shirt. In general, it’s best to wash graphic tees inside out in cold water on a gentle cycle. Avoid using harsh detergents or bleach, as they can damage the print and fabric.

Drying Instructions

Air drying is the preferred method for drying your Cat Mom t-shirt. Lay it flat on a clean towel or hang it up to dry naturally. If you must use a dryer, choose a low-heat setting to prevent shrinkage and preserve the design.

Ironing and Storage

If your t-shirt becomes wrinkled, iron it inside out on a low setting to avoid damaging the print. Store your Cat Mom t-shirt folded or hung up in a cool, dry place, away from direct sunlight, to maintain its color and quality.

Conclusion

A Cat Mom t-shirt is more than just a piece of clothing—it’s a statement of your love for your feline friends. Whether you wear it casually or style it for a chic look, this t-shirt is a versatile and fun addition to any cat lover’s wardrobe. With countless designs and colors available, finding the perfect Cat Mom t-shirt has never been easier. So go ahead, treat yourself or a fellow cat mom to this stylish and meaningful piece of apparel, and wear your love for your cats with pride.

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Hello dear!!! imma make a tooth rotting fluff imagine request in which kenma, sakusa, wakatoshi and kageyama(you can add others if you want uwu) have a secret relationship with reader chan and somehow their team finds out and they start to freak out since their relationship is a secret? lol this is too long but im just craving fluff. thankk youuu!!!!

I saw your requests, goregous- sorry it took so long!! I love you, hope you guys enjoy!! 

Thank you for 2.5k followers-you guys make me want to combust (in a good way)!!!

Getting Found Out in a Secret Relationship  (Kenma, Sakusa, Wakatoshi, and Kageyama)

“Experiencing the Unexpected” 

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Kenma 

“...You’re positive no one’s going to come in?” 

“Relax. Kuroo left the clubroom keys with me, and everyone knows I skip today’s practice.” Kenma responds quietly, leaning his head on yours as you stop looking nervously at the door, your boyfriend swiping his thumb over your conjoined hands to calm you down. You fiddle with the pastry in your hand as Kenma chews the other half, content with finally getting some private time with you. Avoiding you or at least pretending to care less about you was more straining than he thought. 

“Why don’t we just tell him? Kuroo and the team wouldn’t bother you forever-”

“Then you clearly don’t know them well enough.” The setter huffs as you bite back an amused grin, planting a small peck on Kenma’s cheek as the setter’s eyes widen mid-chew, glancing down at you smiling a cute smile to yourself. 

“Then whatever you’re comfortable with, love. I won’t rush you.” 

“Can I say something?” Kenma mumbles shyly, finishing off his half of the pastry and basking in the quiet of your environment as you lick some frosting off your thumb, turning towards him with an arched brow. 

“I really really like you, Y/N.” Kenma says quietly, and your eyes widen a fraction before a huge smile breaks out onto your face- he only ever had to say the most heart-wrenching things at the randomest moments. Your smile only grew when a timid hand cups your cheek, your own hand running through Kenma’s long hair affectionately as he shyly peppers kisses across your cheek- 

your giggles apparently loud enough for both of you to fail to hear the fiddling of the lock. 

“Kenma, you bastard! How many times-?” 

You shove Kenma off right away, a red hue to your cheeks as you catch sight of the rest of the team standing behind their captain wide-eyed and bewildered at seeing their anti-social setter in a locked clubroom kissing a girl- 

Through your blushing haze, your mouth hangs agape at Kuroo not even reacting, winking at you once with a grin in greeting before grabbing Kenma by the collar.

“You’re skipping practice again?!” 

Yaku sweatdrops. “Oh. So we’re pretending like Y/N wasn’t locked in a room with Kenma voluntarily?” 

“Were they...cuddling?” 

“Lev, I’m sorry I didn’t shield your eyes on time-” 

“...you knew?” Kenma ignores his idiotic teammates, more focused on the fact that Kuroo hadn’t even batted an eyelash before the captain simply shrugs, spinning his own set of keys on his finger. 

“I have my ways.” 

“That means you stalked him.” 

“I prefer the terms, quietly followed-” 

“Can we please focus on the fact that Kenma was showing genuine human emotion to a girl out of his league-” 

You turn to your boyfriend amongst the bickering teammates, lopsided grin on your face as Kenma groans into his hands. With your own red hue on your cheeks, you hug him, observing the chaos before kissing his cheek- sending the team into another gasp of shock as Kenma sighs, looking at you with a why? expression on his blushing features. 

“Cat’s out of the bag then, huh?” 

“...a pun. We just got found out and your first reaction’s a pun.” 

Sakusa

“You didn’t have to wait up for me.” 

“I know! I did because I want to.” You shoulder your bag with a small greeting smile on your face- one that had the stiff boy’s chest tighten just a little bit as Sakusa merely nods once. You arch a brow at the high rise of his chest, coy grin tugging at your lips-

“Did you run here?” 

“Of course I didn’t.” 

You laugh a little, taking note of his still-wet hair and sloppily shoved gym bag, walking up to him to straighten his mask for him. “You’re teammates aren’t the least bit suspicious?” 

“Ha. Those idiots don’t know how to be suspicious.” Sakusa says, thankful they had all gone home already as you sit down on the nearby bench to help re-pack his gym bag that you knew was obviously bothering him. You laugh a little, knowing where to put what in the way Sakusa liked- and a rare tender feeling spread across his chest as he tugged his mask down before he could convince himself otherwise. 

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” You question, not looking up from sorting his towel from his shoes before pale fingers gently tilt your head upwards- taking you off-guard as Sakusa makes an exception and plants a chaste kiss on your forehead, clearing his throat and tugging his mask back up quickly. You smile, cherishing the rarity of the moment before-

“I CALLED IT.” 

“Bokuto-san, he might hear us!” 

“...He definitely heard you, are you slow?” 

Sakusa hangs his head, a slow burn on his cheeks as he tugs you behind him from your seat on the bench, glowering at the floor as his three annoying teammates pop their heads timidly around the corner of the practice gym. 

“Oh heeeeeey Sakusa.” Atsumu laughs a little too loudly as Bokuto follows in suit, looking around as if he were lost as Hinata mimicks him, and you peek over your boyfriend’s shoulder to muffle a laugh into the back of his jacket. Sakusa glances at you, eyes softening a little at your actions. 

“Fancy seeing you here!” Hinata waves to you mostly as Sakusa sighs, eyes looking up darkly. 

“You’re all vermin.” 

“What, it’s not like we followed you because we were suspicious of your secret rendezvous with Y/N even though I totally called dibs first-” 

Atsumu clamps his mouth shut at the glower in his friend’s eyes before clearing his throat. “A joke. It was a joke.” 

“Waaaa Y/N, we’re your friends too! Why keep it a secret?” Bokuto whines, suddenly next to you as Sakusa wonders just when the excited ace made his way over, holding you by the shoulders as Hinata clenches his fists, orange eyes asking in the same fashion. Atsumu blinks, suddenly all alone as you stutter- attacked at all angles at once. 

“You would mess with Kiyoomi at practice if you knew.” You scold, and all three take on an offended expression that had you giggling. “What? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t.” 

“No use, Y/N.” Sakusa tugs you out of the herd, finally reaching his limit for the day. “Let’s just go home while we can still count our braincells-” 

“Wait. You two live together?!” 

“Show us your place! Show us your place!” Bokuto and Hinata chant as Atsumu crosses his arms with a winning smirk as you put a hand on your boyfriend’s chest, pouting all the while before Sakusa facepalms. 

“Fine. Bring your germ-infested pets into the flat, Y/N.” 

Ushijima

“You’re tense.” 

“Yeah? Wouldn’t you be?” You look at the entrance to the gym a second time before Ushijima shrugs, holding you a little closer as he nuzzles his face into his shoulder. He hadn’t meant to keep you a secret, but it was crucial that no press ever found out and harassed you about the details of the intimate life he wished to keep hidden. 

“Practice doesn’t start until another hour. They have no reason to come in here yet.” 

“Still, it’s risky- we can just...” 

“Y/N.” You stop fidgeting at the authoritative tone of your boyfriend’s words as Ushijima’s arms tighten around you a little more, and you blush at the position. Your back was pressed up against the broad boy’s chest, sitting in between his legs comfortably as he simply soaked in your presence while mumbling into your hair.  

“I haven’t seen you in awhile. Did I miss you more than me? Is that why you’re more focused on my team walking in on us than this time we have together?” 

You groan at the tug of your heart, pouting up at your boyfriend as you turn a little to do so. “Come on, don’t guilt trip me like that!” 

“Cute.” 

“Stop.” You whine, and the corners of Ushijima’s lips tug a little before he gently cups your jaw upwards, brushing your nose with his as you gulp at the proximity. 

“You missed me, didn’t you?” 

“S-Stop stating the obvious.” You blush, agitated look in your eyes as Ushijima simply allows a small smirk onto his lips- your cute response prompting him to close the distance. You smile into the kiss, feeling his arms hold you a little closer as you basked in the rare affection you ever got to share away from prying eyes- 

The sliding of the door had you shoving out of your boyfriend’s hold as your now-widened eyes caught sight of a head of red hair. A familiar one, at that- as you hide your face into Ushijima’s neck. 

“Tendou. I saw you.” Your boyfriend’s voice wasn’t even embarrassed as you hear the door creak open again, his friend’s voice filling the gym in a slightly teasing tone. 

“I didn’t want to interrupt, carry on!” 

To your horror, a second voice sounds as Semi Eita kicks the redhead out of the way. “You’re perverted and annoying? The good traits just keep coming, huh?” 

“S-Semi-senpai, is that not assault?” 

“It’s only assault in any other case that isn’t Tendou.” Shirabu responds to Goshiki as the team all file in, and you blink at the fact that your boyfriend didn’t look the least preturbed at the situation- merely sighing as if this were a minor inconvenience as he rubs your thigh, attempting to calm you down but simply making the situation worse. 

Shirabu takes a purposeful step in front of Goshiki with a sigh as Tendou over-dramatically gasps, prompting you to shove Ushijima’s hand away as Semi crosses his arms, the only one still seemingly sane. 

“Y/N L/N’s your girlfriend, Ushijima?” 

You feel his head nod. 

“Cool.” Semi shrugs before going to set up the net as Ushijima finally releases you, and you stand before bowing deeply in apology- for what at the time, you didn’t know. 

“You’re...cute?” 

“Why would you say that in a disbelieving tone, Tendou-” 

“I...I need to get a girlfriend to become the best ace...!” 

“I’d appreciate it if you all don’t let the public find out.” Ushijima ignores the strange antics of his team as they all shrug and nod, and their captain glances down at your still shocked figure before turning you to face him seriously. 

“...They know about us.” 

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell.” 

Kageyama

“Tobio! You did so well-!” 

Your eyes widen a little when the blue-eyed boy picks up the pace towards your waving figure in the halls of the tournament, sighing as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, hands still shoved in his pockets as the upper half of his torso is now parallel to the floor. His gym back drooped with his movement as you still in shock at the public display- when your whole relationship had ever happened behind closed doors. 

“Someone might see...” You say softly, and Kageyama grunts in reply, basking in the feel of you as you blush, running your hand softly through his raven hair. 

“Tired?” 

“You have no idea. When I saw some asshole talking to you in the stands during my game and I couldn’t-” 

“Breathe.” You laugh a little as Kageyama lifts his forehead off your shoulder to stare at you seriously. “Where’s your team?” 

“In the stands over-eating.” He shrugs, hands snaking around your waist, causing you to yelp a little as the blue-eyed boy buries his face in your neck. “God, I missed you.” 

“You can miss me in a more private place, you know.” Your eyes dart everywhere before smiling into Kageyama’s hair, relaxing the slightest bit as Kageyama brushes his lips against your cheek as he pulls back. 

“I want to show you off. Why do I want to keep this secret again?” 

You blush at the affectionate words, wondering if the time you had to avoid each other was taking a toll on him, before cupping his cheek carefully- 

“That’s what we’d like to know, Romeo.” 

“Ooh, that rhymed Ryuu.” 

You watch as your boyfriend’s face slowly melts into one of realization, his head slowly turning to see all of the Karasuno volleyball club staring with some sort of food in their hands- watching as if this were the most interesting film of the year. 

Kageyama’s soul seems to slowly leave his body, and you offer a wave of your hand a bit awkwardly as Tsukishima nudges Hinata with his shoulder, chewing on a granola bar snarkily. 

“I told you so. Cough up five bucks.” 

“How does Kageyama-Kun have a girlfriend?! Does she even know him?!!” 

“Is...is that a legitimate question, Hinata?” Yamaguchi, mostly dragged along in the plan of following a suspicious escaping setter after they won their match, scratches the back of his neck. 

“Now, now- Don’t crowd.” Suga laughs, walking up to you and slinging a friendly arm over your shoulder before lowering his voice. 

“But in all seriousness, you’re not in danger or anything- right?” 

“Suga!” Daichi tugs his friend back as Kageyama puts his face in his hands before taking a deep breath, and for a second you think he’s really going to handle the situation really well- 

You blink when he grabs your hand.

“Run.” 

“Tobio, we don’t have to-” 

“Run.” 

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So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Chapter 4

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.1k

A/N: If you want to be on the taglist, please let me know. Also, I really like reading that you like the story. Such a great way to make my day xx

Masterlist // Channel introduction // Previous chapter // Next chapter

The next day Sandy uploaded a new video. It’s a summer night time routine and Henry watches every second of it, making mental notes as the video progresses. He is even thinking about picking up a skin care routine himself, simply because she is doing it. The Sandy on his iPad screen takes off her make-up and he admires her. She already looks adorable with make-up on, probably because of her cheeks, but seeing her bare face like this, he can’t help but wonder what life would look like if she was his girlfriend.

These last two days, he realized he not only admired her, her work ethic and the way she shows her life on the vlogs and makes it look like she has her shit together, but that he was falling in love with her. And he is falling head first.

He can’t stop himself anymore. He dreams about a life where Sandy Choi is his girlfriend. She would walk into the kitchen in his shirt, that is way too big for her. She’d be hugging him from behind as he makes her breakfast, pressing kisses on his back. He’d lift her on the counter, so he could press tons of kisses on her cheeks, causing her to giggle. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He thinks about how she would beat his ass with Mario Kart, leaving him a sulking mess. She would kiss him, her soft lips on his, hoping she could brighten him up.

He even envisions her sitting on his lap as she would help him edit a video or sit between his thighs on the couch as he would teach her his favorite games. He’d help her control the console, his thumbs helping hers and kiss her temple every time she does it right.

He has been single for awhile and it was better this way, not dating anyone. Being a bachelor had its perks and he enjoyed it. However meeting Sandy in real life, has him stop him right in his tracks.

He keeps thinking about her smile, about her lovely laugh and the way she blinks her eyes a little quicker when she’s nervous. Everything she does he admires, he likes and he cherishes.

He printed out his favorite picture he made of her yesterday. She’s absolutely stunning and it was not an easy process picking out just one picture he loved. He can’t wait to give her the framed picture. He rewatched some of her videos, hoping he’d get a better idea of what her room looks like. He found a frame in an old box, thinking it would match her aesthetic.

He leans back again the chair, while he holds the picture frame in his hand, staring at Sandy. She’s next to the sunflower and she’s giggling. He can almost hear it again.

She is really photogenic and the fact that she’d let herself being photographed like this, means she’s comfortable with him right?

When she confessed about how she was feeling being around him, he admired her courage to share this with him. It’s personal and he never pecked her for sharing too much personal details of herself this early on in their friendship. She is always pretty neutral in her vlogs, never really personal. He watched some of her Q&A’s and she managed to answer everything, but still leave a lot to the imagination.

The Sandy on his iPad is walking in the most adorable pajamas he has ever seen (a cute pink two piece) to her bed. Her soft voice over says: ‘That is my night time summer routine. I hope you enjoyed this video.’ She gets into the bed and flicks off her light. ‘Remember,’ he hears her say, while the screen stays black, ‘stay hydrated, love yourself and be kind to the people who deserve it and most importantly: yourself.’

Her outro that matches the soft vibe this video has, is a picture of her sitting near her window with a cup of tea in her hand and some links to her social media.

He hears an incoming message and his heart starts to beat a whole lot faster when he sees her name on the screen. Her profile picture is her in a cafe, with a cute beret on her head. She looks cute as a button and the fact that he knows her in real life, is almost like winning the jackpot.

Sandy Choi: I figured out what your first video should be about.

Henry: Enlighten me, please.

Sandy Choi: A channel trailer.

Henry has seen her channel trailer, since she updated hers a few months ago. It was one of the first videos he watched of her. It was beautifully done, but can he do that? Can he pull it off?

Sandy Choi: I can help you out today. If you want of course?

That’s an opportunity that Henry will take with both of his hands. Every moment he can spend with her, is one he’ll take.

Henry: That would be awesome.

He quickly cleans up a bit around the house, rushes upstairs for a quick shower and gets ready in record time. He opts for a dark blue shirt and one of his new jeans shorts. He hasn’t had the chance to wear it yet and he thinks she’d approve of this.

He wonders what she’ll look like today. Yesterday she wore a beautiful white dress, with black sandals underneath them. He can’t believe she thought that she wasn’t fashionable enough for a fashion channel.

Henry hears the doorbell ring, followed by a bark from Kal. He rushes downstairs and he can already see Kal wagging his tail, as if he knows who is coming over. He ushers Kal into the living room and takes a deep breath before he opens up the door.

God, Sandy is adorably beautiful. She wears a jeans short, a white crop top above it and paired it with white platform sneakers. She has put her hairs in two braids, her bangs and some strands of hair framing her face. She has a big bag with her. ‘You walked here?’ he asks her, after he got over his initial shock of how pretty she is.

She nods. ‘Mhm.’

‘You should’ve told me,’ he says, grabbing the heavy looking bag from her. ‘I could’ve picked you up.’

He wonders what her answer will be to that. She keeps on surprising him from time to time. She’s shy, but at the same time she can be real witty. ‘I’m a strong and independent woman, Henry,’ she says, as she walks inside.

He closes the door behind her and he is impressed that she carried this around town for half an hour, without a single drop of sweat. For him, it’s like lifting up a piece of paper, but for someone as petite as her? He shouldn’t have underestimated her like that.

‘Just be careful with that bag,’ she tells him. ‘I brought own camera, laptop, iPad and some other stuff with me. Stuff we’ll need for your channel trailer.’

When Sandy walks into the living room, Kal rushes to her and in excitement, he jumps up. ‘Kal, watch it, that’s not how you greet a lady,’ Henry says, but Kal is having non of it, because he keeps on jumping up, wanting to lick her face. She yelps when he stands on his hind legs, ready to place his front paws on her shoulders. Henry quickly stands between his furry companion and Sandy. ‘Calm down,’ he sternly tells him.

Kal whines, but stays on all of his legs, looking around Henry’s legs to stare at Sandy. ‘Is it safe?’ she softly asks.

‘Yeah, I’m sorry. He’s usually pretty calm, but something about you makes him go mad.’

Sandy smiles and Henry watches as she pets his head. Kal is completely smitten with her, his eyes nearly changing into heart eyes when he looks at her and he leans into her touch. If Henry is being completely honest, he can’t blame him, since he is in the exact same boat as his Akita.

Henry places the bag on the table. ‘You want something to drink?’

She nods. ‘Water.’

‘I have other things,’ he tries, but she shrugs. ‘Sure you don’t want something sweet? Chocolate or—’

‘You have chocolate?’ she asks, standing up straight, looking at him with her eyes enlarged.

Henry knew that that would work. He chuckles. ‘I do.’

She walks up to the table and says: ‘I’d love some chocolate.’

Henry needs to tear his gaze away from her, but if it was up to him, he’d stare at her forever. It’s not just her beauty, it’s her pleasant aura as well. In her videos, she always looks really calm, like she knows what she’s doing. Though Sandy can be pretty quiet around him, he likes having her around. Sometimes he does have a feeling that she’s holding back though. Not only in her videos, but also in real life. He doesn’t think she is fully aware of how funny she is, talented and that not only she’s a great listener, but also a fantastic story teller, in writing and when she’s with him. There’s something deep down there that she has yet to uncover and unleash, to show the world.

‘So, I have been thinking about your channel,’ she says.

Henry walks to the table, places her glass of water and the chocolates on a plate next to her. In complete contrast to yesterday, she seems to be comfortable right away and he thinks that’s a good sign. ‘Tell me.’

‘You know, my channel is based around Life with Sandy Choi. Taking them with me., showing them parts of my life and how certain things work. Maybe yours can be Life with Henry Cavill.’

‘Isn’t that copying you?’

‘It’s not trademarked, Henry,’ she says. ‘But something along the lines of that. Because if you do something like that, means you’re free to upload whatever you want. If you name it, I don’t know… Fitness with Henry or Build a stuff with Henry, you sort of force yourself into one part of yourself.’

She has a point. He leans against the table with his hands. ‘Yeah?’

‘Mhm.’ She grabs her iPad out of her bag and the Apple pen and sits on the chair. It’s adorable to see that her feet are dangling, not even close to touching the floor. She starts to write something, completely lost in her own world, giving Henry time to just simply look at her. He quietly grabs his phone and takes a picture of her, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Sandy finally looks up. ‘What do you think?’ She turns her iPad around and his eyes nearly roll out of their sockets.

‘Did you just make a logo?’ he asks, sitting next to her on a chair.

‘Mhm, just need to finish up the drawing of you and Kal, but other than that, it looks pretty okay, right?’

‘Pretty okay? Sandy, this is fantastic. Honestly, is there something you can’t do?’ He leans in a bit, so he can check out the logo. She made a rough sketch of him and Kal, but even in the sketch, he can tell that it’s them. Above the drawing of them she wrote “life with” and underneath it “Henry (and Kal)”, in such a lovely handwriting.

‘It’s not that great.’

He simply dismisses what she just said there. ‘You are by far the most talented person I have ever met,’ he says, looking up, to see that she’s already watching him. Her face is really close and he watches her tongue wetting her lips. ‘Honestly.’

Her cheeks turn in a soft pink color. ‘Thanks, Henry.’

Henry feels her breath against his lips. He uses all of his willpower not to lean in and kiss her. It would be weird and actually rude to just kiss her, but God, with the way she looks now, he just wished that she was his girlfriend, that he could kiss her whenever he wanted.

‘And I was thinking about your channel trailer,’ she says. ‘We could film some shots today, but you can also start just filming your life. Just like the intros I use before every vlog, you can use some footage you’ll make this week. You don’t have to post that, but it might be useful.’

He heard her, perfectly clear, but he is distracted by his own thoughts. He keeps wondering about how it would feel when she’d place her tiny hand in his. He keeps wondering what it would be like to hug her body close, to have her face buried in his neck, her warm breath against the sensitive skin. ‘That sounds good,’ he eventually manages to say. ‘I really need to find a way to thank you, once the channel is in the air.’

She shrugs. ‘No need to, I like helping you out.’

⟢⟡⟣

Henry doesn’t want this day to end. Though it was really silent every now and then, he noticed that she was getting more and more comfortable with him. She even slapped him across his arm, only to keep on apologizing over and over again, to a point where he simply told her that he barely even felt it.

They had made tons of shots and she really knows what she is doing. Seeing her behind the camera, telling him what he should do, he saw that glimpse of what he knew what was there all along.

Afterwards, she showed him how Final Cut Pro worked, by opening her own laptop and showing him step by step how he could use this program. She even wrote some short cuts down on a piece of paper.

Though he is slightly intimidated by how easily she does it, but she told him that she was worse than he was when she first opened her laptop to edit a video and that he has nothing to worry about.

The two of them only ate some ice cream for dinner, since this hot weather makes it hard for both of them to eat something remotely healthy and the ice cream cools them down. It’s about nine in the evening, but Sandy has yet to leave his place.

If it were up to Henry, she didn’t leave. It’s nice not being alone with a dog, but to have some company, someone to look at during the day, that would be nice. Henry scrolls through the pictures of his phone, while he waits for the freezer to open again, after it vacuumed itself shut. He knows by now that forcing it to open isn’t helping the situation at all, but it gives him plenty of time to look at the pictures he made today of her. He already sent a few to her, but the one he made of her earlier today, with her iPad in hand, is by far his favorite.

That reminds him, he was going to give her the photo he printed out for her. Maybe when she has to leave, he can give it to her.

Finally the freezer opens up again and he gets the ice cubes, to put in her glass of water. Henry walks back to the living room, only to see how Sandy fell asleep against Kal, her head resting on his side.

He smiles as he stares at the sight of the young woman and his dog. Her fingers are wrapped around his paw. Kal lazily opens up his eyes, as Henry pulls out his phone again, to make a picture of the woman he is heavily crushing on and his lovely dog.

He quietly walks upstairs, to make the bed in the guest room. He places an air cooler in the room and fills the tank with some water. He goes downstairs again, only to see her still fast asleep. He really doesn’t want to wake her up, but he also doesn’t want her to sleep on the couch, especially not in that position. It would kill him if she actually strained her back. He carefully slides his hand underneath her knees and her upper body and lifts her up with ease. She places her forehead against his shoulder, her entire body completely relaxed.

Henry can’t stop smiling as he walks up the stairs. He feels her fingers fisting the material of his shirt as she tries to turn on her side in his arms. ‘Easy, easy,’ he softly whispers.

Gently he places her in the bed, taking off her shoes and covering her with a thin blanket. He walks back downstairs, to grab some cooling elements to put in the air cooler. When he is back in the room, he sees she hasn’t moved at all. He tries not to drop the cooling elements in the tank too hard, since he really doesn’t want to wake her up. For a moment he looks at her and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing over her soft cheek. ‘Good night, Sandy.’

Henry walks out of the room, closes the door behind him, when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He looks at the screen and sees Jackson send him a text.

Jackson: I had to hear from my sweet lady Lacey that you have been meeting up with Sandy Choi for three days in a row now?

Jackson: Were you planning on telling me this?

Jackson: Like ever?

Jackson: Because now I heard the details from Lacey, because Sandy is a nice friend and actually tells her stuff about your rendezvous.

Henry: You only told me about Lacey, two minutes before your party started and since you have been hanging out non stop with her, I have to do my morning run by myself.

Henry: I wanted to tell you then, but if you just leave me hanging.

Jackson: Very funny. How was it today?

Henry: It was amazing, she is really talented. She helped me film something and showed me the editing software. I can't believe that she’s actually part of my life now.

Jackson: That is sickening sweet. You’re still hanging out?

Henry: No, she’s upstairs now.

Jackson: Mister Cavill 😏

Henry: It’s nothing like that. She was tired from filming, being in the sun a lot. She fell asleep.

Jackson: Well, I heard from Lacey that in those seven months that miss Choi is living here, she has yet to spend time with someone else, beside Lacey. Think you’re doing something good, bud.

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[karajaynetoday]

ours, for the rest of forever | ashton irwin

Hello friends! Here is a godparent!Ash one shot, based on this blurb about being godparents with Ashton and also inspired in part by that scene in Season 5 of One Tree Hill when Brooke is randomly looking after a baby but has to also finish fashion sketches so Lucas comes to her rescue with babysitting and it is overall very soft and cute. You know the one! Lol. 

A very big thank you to Jex @sadistmichael​ , Anna @cheekysos​ , Jae @jae-writes-fanfiction​ and Hailey @talkfastromance4​ for proof-reading and providing feedback on this when it was in its draft stages. You’re all absolute gems! 

Anyway, enjoy the softness and as always, please let me know what you think! I’ve got some thoughts for a potential part 2, so we’ll wait and see how part 1 goes :)

(This is a fem reader insert)

Word count: 3.3k words

Warnings: none

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When your best friend Alice told you she was having a baby, you were over the moon. She was honestly one of the most kind-hearted people you knew, and the amount of love in her heart for others would only bloom more for a little baby to hold and cherish. Her partner James had been by Alice’s side since your university days, and their relationship was one that was literally #goals. They’d moved over to Los Angeles because James had an opportunity to work at an indie creative agency working with music artists, and when you followed a year or so later to pursue a consulting job, they’d welcomed you with open arms into the little community they’d formed of Australian ex-pats, LA creatives and generally good quality, salt of the earth people. 

In the early days, there were lots of late nights (that became early mornings) running amok in West Hollywood, going from one house party to the next, but as you grew older, it became more likely to be a quiet Sunday sesh in someone’s backyard, with a barbeque cooking and someone playing their favourite tunes on a portable speaker while you floated in the swimming pool or lounged about on the grass with everyone’s various pets in attendance. When you met Ashton, he was drumming shirtless at his own house party, and then doing shots with James and their friend Calum. You were more than a little intimidated, although he had a kind face and welcoming nature, Ashton was forthcoming his opinions. On the other hand, you were always more reserved, and it took you  time to feel like you belonged with their crazy crew of friends. One night, you and Ashton ended up alone in the kitchen sharing some chicken nuggets and potato gems tater tots after a wild night on the house part dancefloor, and from there you could feel a solid friendship starting to take hold. 

A few months after Alice and James told you they were expecting, they’d invited you and Ashton out to brunch at one of your favourite spots. It was a little hole-in-the-wall café in Studio City that you’d first come to after Ashton wouldn’t stop raving about how good their iced coffees were. You all ordered your favourites (avocado smash with a side of smoked salmon and a hash brown for you, raspberry hotcakes for Alice, a breakfast burger for James, and pulled pork eggs benedict with a side of halloumi for Ashton) and were chatting away about your weeks at work when Alice reached down and pulled two envelopes out of her tote bag and handed on to you and one to Ashton. You took them, looking confusedly at Alice and James, who had big goofy smiles on their faces.

“Well, go on! Open them!” Alice half-shouted excitedly, squeezing James’ hand on top of the table. You and Ashton glanced at each other, perplexed, before tearing open the envelopes and finding a card inside. Yours read, “Will you be my godmother?” in gold writing on the front, and inside was an ultrasound photo with a handwritten note from Alice that made you tear up when you started reading it. You could see in your peripheral vision that Ash had a corresponding card in his envelope too, and he was standing up to give James and Alice a hug with an enthusiastic “Fuck YES! Of course I will!” that garnered some disapproving looks from the middle-aged women sitting near you. You held it together just enough to stand up and exchange hugs and choke out a “Y-y-yes” to Alice and James, before basically bursting into full blown tears of happiness and apologising profusely as your brunch was delivered to the table. As you wiped away your tears and managed to begin eating your avocado smash, you felt Ashton squeeze your hand reassuringly under the table, and when you glanced towards him he was grinning at you with a smile that was as bright as a thousand suns. 

It was a normal June day at the office a few months later when your phone pinged with a text from Alice in your group chat with her, James and Ashton that 

 read “It’s go-time. We’ll keep you updated!”. You replied with lots of exclamation points and crying emojis, and for Alice and James to let you know if they needed anything, and a few minutes later Ashton had penned a full paragraph about the beauty of the creation of life, how he knew that Alice and James would be incredible parents, and that he couldn’t wait to meet the little one once they made their way into the world. Ashton was frustratingly eloquent sometimes. Later that night, you received a photo message of a small, pink baby snuggled up on Alice’s chest, with James’ arm thrown around her shoulders, and the caption “Charlie Rose, ten fingers, ten toes. Come visit tomorrow, she can’t wait to meet you x” and you could barely sleep from the anticipation of meeting your darling goddaughter for the first time.

Ashton insisted on meeting you at the hospital so you could visit Alice, James and Charlie together (“Dude, we’re a godparent team here! A package deal! A dynamic duo! Can’t have you getting in there as the favourite from day one!”) and you’d never seen him more gentle or smitten than when the small, wriggly bundle of blankets that was Charlie Rose was placed in his arms. Ashton rocked her gently, kissing her head, and whispering to her about how incredible she was and how excited he was to see her grow. James was snapping away with his camera, and he asked you and Ash to stand together for a photo holding Charlie, which would later be stuck on your fridge for years to come (and possibly be your phone lockscreen, but no need to mention that to Ashton). 

Charlie was a tricky baby at first, resisting sleep and struggling with colic, but Alice and James were incredible and persistent and by the time she was 6 months old, they basically had the hang of this parenting thing. They didn’t want to christen Charlie in a church, but instead decided to hold one of your cherished backyard barbeques as a naming celebration for her. All of your nearest and dearest were there, and Alice’s mum had even flown in from Australia to meet her newest granddaughter. Despite it being an incredibly informal affair, Ashton insisted on making a speech about how he felt to be in Charlie’s life, to love and support her through every milestone and challenge she might encounter along the way. Charlie was happily gurgling in Ashton’s arms as he spoke, and she reached up to grab at his cheeks when he told her he loved her. Alice’s mum insisted on getting photos of everyone, including you and Ashton holding Charlie, and you tried to ignore the butterflies you felt when Ash slid his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side for a cosy photo pose. Were you actually starting to fall for him, or was it just the baby fever talking? Because damn, that man looked good with a baby in his arms.

When Charlie was almost 12 months old, Alice decided that she wanted to go back to work a few days a week. Charlie would be in childcare for most of the days, but you’d recently adopted a flexible working arrangement with your own office, and you insisted that you would love to look after Charlie for one day a week. The older Charlie got, the more adventurous she became, so what you’d originally envisioned as nice, quiet days of baking and craft activities and napping soon became full of visits to the playground and the beach and the zoo. Once Ashton heard about your regular babysitting day, he insisted on clearing his schedule as best he could, and joined the outings you and Charlie went on. It’s so much easier to cope with her boundless energy (and occasional temper tantrums) when you and Ash are together, and you have to admit it’s just as nice on the quieter days as well, when you snuggle in on your couch to watch a Disney movie, or do some puzzles with Charlie on the lounge room floor. 

When Ashton was back out on tour, he’d insist on FaceTiming with you and Charlie on your babysitting day so he didn’t miss out on all the fun. Sometimes he’d read her a story or sing her a lullaby before naptime, and sometimes the timezones wouldn’t work out and he’d end up calling during naptime, so the two of you just spent a little time catching up on each other’s lives from your opposite sides of the country or the planet. Ashton also loved collecting little souvenirs for Charlie on his touring travels, and your group chat with Alice and James was regularly filled with photos of snow globes or little soft mascot toys he’d found in one city or the next. It was so cute how excited Ashton got when he found a new souvenir for Charlie, and you couldn’t help but imagine how adorable he’d be when he had his own children and carried on little traditions like this for them too. 

One particular weekend, Alice and James were going away overnight to attend a friend’s wedding nearby, and despite their anxiety and nerves (and admittedly, your own), they decided to leave Charlie with you for the night as your house is the main one besides their own that she spends time in. They dropped Charlie off just after lunchtime, and after a teary goodbye, she’s soon happily playing with her toy cars and trains on the lounge room carpet (including making broom-broom noises, what a cutie) when you get an unexpected call from your boss. They’re rambling about a client needing an urgent rewrite on something that you’d submitted the previous day, a pretty sizeable project, and you could feel yourself starting to fill with dread at the idea of having to rework the entire thing while also keeping Charlie happy and entertained. After managing to jot down the gist of the rewrite on the back of a colouring in page you found on your coffee table and ending the call with your boss, you took a deep, calming breath before looking over to where Charlie was still playing on the floor. Sure, she looked content and adorable now, but nap time was fast approaching, and then dinner, and then eventually bedtime, and there was nothing Charlie liked more than stomping her feet and putting up a fight where sleep was involved. It was time to call for help, and your fingers found Ashton’s contact in your phone and hit “call” before you realised what you were doing.

“Hey, how’s it going with my favourite girl?” Ashton answered cheerily, and your heart stopped beating for a moment before you mentally face-palmed when you realised that he was talking about Charlie, not you, being his favourite girl.

“Hey Ash! All good so far, but um… I think I’m going to need some help. My boss is having a crisis, so I need to smash out some edits and new content in the next three hours, but Charlie’s due to go for a nap and you know that she -” You could feel yourself starting to sound more panicked with each word that you spoke, but Ashton quickly cut you off with his soothing voice.

“That she likes to pick a fight at nap time, yes. A truly assertive future world leader on our hands, I reckon. I’m just finishing up a demo, but I’ll be there in 20 minutes. I’ll sort dinner as well, spaghetti sound okay?” He mused, sounding as calm as ever.

“That… would be amazing. Thank you. You’re actually the best human to exist, you know that?” You gushed, feeling some of your anxiety immediately begin to disappear. 

Within half an hour, Ash was in your lounge room handling Charlie’s nap time negotiations while you were furiously typing away at your laptop at the kitchen counter and fielding more frantic phone calls from your boss. Another 20 minutes passed before Ash proclaimed victory as Charlie lost her battle against sleep, and he came to see you in the kitchen and make a start on dinner. You were so lost in your task that you didn’t hear him come in, and you jumped a mile out of your seat in fright when he gently touched your shoulder in greeting.

“Jesus christ, Ash! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You huffed, taking your glasses off and rubbing your eyes in exhaustion. 

Ashton leaned on the counter opposite you and raised his eyebrows in concern. “Sorry love, didn’t realise you didn’t hear me come in. You good?” 

Damn it, why was he always so nice to you these days? Remember the days when you were scared of him because he used to argue with you about politics and the state of the world? Why did those seem somehow easier because fear was more natural to you than whatever this other feeling was that you were starting to have whenever Ashton was around you. 

You sighed and put your glasses back on, frowning briefly at the screen before hitting save one more time (just in case your bad luck took a turn and fucked you over with lost documents). 

“Yep. Sorry. It’s just been a bit of a day. Did Charlie go down okay?” You forced a smile as you glanced up at Ashton over the top of your laptop screen. 

“Yeah, she gave in once I offered another bedtime singalong. And maybe, juuuust maybe, I might have mentioned something about some sweets after dinner…” Ash looked at you guiltily, licking his lips nervously. You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him, but you couldn’t keep the small smile off your face.

Ashton got started on making spaghetti while you tapped away at your computer, and soon enough you heard Charlie calling out for Ashton in her little sing-song voice on the baby monitor you had set up on the kitchen counter (“Asht-aaaaa! Where are youuuuu! Asht-aaaaa!”). The spaghetti smelled incredible, and when Ashton brought Charlie into the kitchen from her nap and she’d had a little while to play a bit more, you settled at the kitchen table to tuck into some dinner. Well, Charlie was more interested in playing with her food than actually eating it, but yours was delicious and for the third or fourth time that day, you thanked Ash profusely for being such a gem (to which he just gave you one of those dazzling smiles in response).  

After dinner, Ashton took Charlie for a bath and read her a bedtime story while you powered through the final part of the project edits you needed to finish before your boss burst a blood vessel. You could hear Ashton reading to Charlie on the baby monitor, doing all of the different character voices, and her little giggles in response were both breaking and warming your heart. Warming it with the cuteness and how much you loved that little girl and her cheeky soul, and breaking it with the guilt about how it was supposed to be you snuggled up reading to her, but instead you were frantically typing about key messages, marketing strategies and budget lines. You were doing your last section of re-writes when Ash came back into the kitchen, and this time you didn’t jump when he gently placed his hands on your shoulders. In fact, you leaned into his touch, and moaned quietly in relief as his thumbs began to work into the tension in your muscles.

“How’s it going?” Ashton asked quietly, continuing to press his hands into your back and shoulders.

“Almost there. Mostly just proof-reading now, and then I can send it and not fucking think about it for another second until at least Monday. Ash, I’m so sorry again, I know this isn’t what you had in mind for your Friday night and I should’ve been more organised but I just didn’t think that -” You began to ramble, feeling the guilt wash over you.

“Hey, hey. Stop. It’s fine. We’re a team, remember? The dynamic duo? Gotta stick together. We’ve got a whole lifetime of dealing with Charlie meltdowns and milestones ahead of us, love. It’s our job and our blessing, for the rest of forever. Don’t feel guilty over one night.” Ashton said softly, squeezing your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. There were those butterflies again, and your skin was almost burning from where his hands had touched you. You simply nodded at his words, before returning to your laptop and the task at hand. Ashton stepped away and quietly began washing the dishes (honestly, is there anything this man didn’t do?) as you began typing again. 

Finally, about twenty minutes later, you hit send on the email to your boss with the completed rewrites, and shut your laptop with a deep sense satisfaction, letting out a triumphant whisper-yell, mindful of the sleeping child down the hallway from you. Ash looked up from where he was sat on the couch, scrolling on his phone, and rushed over to high-five you when he realised that you’d shut your laptop.

“Right. You go shower and I’ll put the kettle on, then it’s one episode of Sons of Anarchy and then off to bed with you.” Ash began, tugging you out of your seat and pushing you towards your bedroom before you could protest.

“Wait… how did you know I was watching Sons of Anarchy?!” You turned and asked, with one hand on the door to your bedroom.

“I was stalking through your Netflix earlier when you were lost in editing land. Plus, I know you can’t resist a charming male lead who has a killer smile and looks damn good in a leather jacket.” Ash chuckled, shooting you a wink and one of those goddamn smiles. 

You hated to admit it, but you felt so much better after your shower, and having Ash pull your feet up over his lap and absentmindedly run his hands softly across your legs from time to time wasn’t exactly bad either. You stuck to your promise of only one episode of Sons of Anarchy, and after pulling your groaning self up off the couch and jokingly half-carrying you to your bedroom door, Ashton bid you goodnight with a hug and a kiss to the forehead before disappearing into your guest room. 

As you settled into your own bed, alone, and pulled the blankets up over you, you couldn’t help but think how nice it was to have Ash so present with you and with Charlie, and how sweet it would be in the morning to wake up together in the same house and go for breakfast at your favourite little brunch spot down the street, before waiting for James and Alice to return in the early afternoon. It was all your own little family unit, and as you felt yourself being lulled into sleep, you also felt a deep sense of content in your heart about the loved ones in your life. And then also there were those butterflies, just slowly but surely making their presence known, and getting a little bigger every time you thought of Ashton, and how much he loved Charlie, and how much she loved him and you, and how much you loved them both.

Shit. Did you actually love him? Were you falling in love with Ashton Irwin? Before you could panic too much, the need for sleep won out, and you slept peacefully knowing two of your favourite people were also sleeping calmly in the rooms either side of you. 

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Save Me

- Part 1

BTS is on an uncharted road to stardom and you've been hired by Big Hit to help. Can you get the boys over their destructive dieting and anxiety issues? Love, loss, friendship, alcohol, sex, cheating and more. 

Golden Opportunity 

The phone pinged an all too familiar notification at 2 AM.

Work Alert, again.

Normally this wouldn’t get your attention but with all the travel and jet lag you were experiencing sleep was nonexistent.

If you picked it up to look, you’d be caught having to follow up. You knew you should just lay there and keep your eyes shut; some rest was better than nothing right?  

God this pillow was uncomfortable. Why the hell were you in New York anyway? 

What you started as a well-meaning blog had launched you to Influencer status. People flocked to have themselves analyzed. All you had to do was figure out what fears and traumas needed to be uncovered for them to move forward. Easy right?

Everything you did felt surreal and fraudulent. People knew the answers already, but it was your job to make them do something about it.

Regardless, a steady paycheck, travel and 15 mins of fame were enough to keep you dishing out life lessons. That’s why you’re here, alone and exhausted doing the daytime talk show circuit.  

Grabbing your phone off the nightstand your fingerprint woke the device.

1 New Email, Subject: Golden Opportunity. You skimmed it quickly not taking much in...big project, travel to Seoul, paid accommodations, celebrity client confidentiality agreements…

BTS...

What? Sitting up you flicked on the lights and made sure your tired eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. You read it out loud, “BIG HIT would like you to provide private personal counselling for several members of BTS."

Sleep could wait, you immediately called your agent to accept the offer.  

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With the contracts signed you were on your way to Seoul.

You easily spotted the driver holding up his sign with your name on it and followed him to the heavily tinted Range Rover. Being accustomed to the usual Town Cars that chauffeured you between events, you knew this was going to be a totally different experience.

Pulling up outside the Big Hit Offices, you took in the normal looking grey and glass building. It was unassuming and didn’t much stand out from the others around it. Pulling on the heavy silver door, you entered into the world of BTS.

It was noticably quiet, you had expected the energy of trainees and idols to carry throughout the building but there was only soft music playing in the open lobby.  You found the door, BANG PD and knocked lightly.

You could hear feet shuffling on the other side and the turn of the handle.

“Come in,” he said, gesturing to the empty seat.

Warm and welcoming he thanked you for making the journey to help “His Boys.” The inflection in his voice changed as he began to tell you why you were summoned.

Motioning to a set of files he explained that there was a growing concern about their struggles to connect with their new IDOL personas.

“We’ve brought you in early, the boys are in jeju for downtime. Get familiar with their files and make yourself comfortable in the dorms. They know that you are coming, but it’s going to be hard to get them to cooperate. We don’t care how long it takes; we need to get these boys in a good mental state so they don’t burn out.”  

You got back into the car clutching the manila files that contained the secrets of seven men you’d yet to meet.

The dorms were a short ride away and the driver took you and your things up to the floor where you would be living.

Dorms? This was a luxury apartment. Warm and open it was also very clean with the exception of shoes strewn in the entryway. You worked your feet into the house slippers, parking your shoes neatly between some Balenciaga sneakers and a giant pair of Timberlands.

Time to get to work. 

You sat in your room reading the files. There wasn’t anything shocking or out of the ordinary. You assumed the issues had recently developed due to the new found level of fame and having no precedent on how to handle it.

The best way to know what was going on was to get to know them. You decided that you could get a head start by looking at their individual spaces, what they cherished, collected, their style, all gave hints towards their individual personalities.

Other than the shoes at the front door the complex showed no signs of life.

You had been entrusted with a key card that unlocked every room but you weren’t interested in snooping. If there was no mutual trust there was no progress to be made.  

Opening doors and glimpsing through rooms one by one you mainly found family photos, pictures of pets, plushies, beauty products, cameras and sound equipment.

Clothes ranged from work out gear to high fashion pieces and shoes, so many shoes.

Exploring the dorms really gave you nothing extra to go off, what exactly were you going to do with the next few days?

You made your way down to the practice room; it was a huge space covered in mirrors with tripod cameras in all corners. The sound system was the craziest you’ve ever seen and the multiple T.V’s were huge.

You opened the laptop to see all of the iTunes songs in their library, thousands. Every member had a playlist which you opened to explore. Yoongi: mostly rap, Jungkook: ballads, Taehyung: EVERYTHING, Jimin: lots of classical.

Now you were getting somewhere! A person’s playlist was definitely a window to their soul.

You decided to go back upstairs to throw on some comfortable clothes, ransack the fridge and head back down for a private listening party.  

You opened the door to your room and grabbed your suitcase, too many stuffy work clothes. You seriously underestimated the situation and didn’t pack enough casual clothes.

You’d have to go out and grab some stuff tomorrow. Until then you opened the nearest door to yours and slid the closet open. Rows of oversized T-Shirts hung off the rail, all color coordinated, you’d put it back before they even knew.

You grabbed a plain white t and headed back to change. You threw on a pair of booty shorts, the borrowed T (god it smelt good) and threw your hair into a messy bun.

The kitchen was filled with instant everything. You knew they were boys but the sophistication of their cupboards rivaled that of a frat house.

The food issues began, and would end here. You enlisted the help of some seriously large trash bags and started dumping out everything that wasn’t fit for human consumption.

With not much left you made toast with Jam for yourself and a list of everything you would need to re stock the kitchen.

There was plenty of soju, which would be a sin to throw out, so you grabbed a glass and a bottle. 

Finished with the purge you got in the private elevator and headed back to the practice room. You brought the laptop to the floor and began going through video files.

One caught your eye “Coming of Age Ceremony Jimin & Jungkook” you hit play and locked eyes with the big screen. The breathy intro started and you immediately recognized those Timberlands from the entryway upstairs. The hypnotic music moved with their bodies and you couldn’t take your eyes off the two amazing dancers.

You grabbed your glass and hit play again. 

_______________

Hesitantly opening your eyes, you weren't really sure how you got back upstairs to your room.

You could hear loud voices in the dorm and instantly panicked. Shit, it was either management or the boys, regardless you weren’t exactly in your most professional state right now.

Deciding you’d have to face it eventually you grabbed a large sweater and made your way out the bedroom door to the kitchen.  

Rounding the corner seven sets of eyes ambushed you.

“Well Good morning," Seokjin said introducing himself while handing you a cup of coffee.

“Hi, you aren’t supposed to be back yet."

“Well, this place is wired and when you unlocked our studios with a card that wasn’t one of our own the security system sent alerts to our phones. Then the cameras in the practice room had been triggered so we decided to watch and see what was going on, I’m Namjoon. We thought we should come back before you got rid of everything in the kitchen."

Your jaw dropped and you were positive your face must be the brightest shade of red, “I’m Y/N."

“You picked up the choreography from the videos pretty fast, I was impressed, I’m J- Hope" he said leaving the room.

“You might just be a faster rapper than me,” Yoongi offered with a smirk.

“So cute, Y/N, this is Yeontan and I’m V. You looked like you were having so much fun.”

“Did you guys really watch me all night?” you pleaded. 

Jimin laughed, “I’m pretty sure you’re going to be my new drinking buddy.”

“All I know is, you’re a t-shirt thief who threw out all my snacks”

You looked at him apologetically, “So you must be Kookie?”

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Part 2 - Genius Analysis, Yoongi Smut

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[sighfertryptich]

Hidden Beauty - m

trying to keep your identity a secret from the world had his challenges, especially when a boy with a goofy smile decides to give you his attention.

pairing: chanyeol x female reader

genre: smut, fluff, hybrid!au

word count: 6000+

A/N: This is the first scenario I’ve written in over 3 years, so please be nice, lol. I’ve been in a huuuuuge Chanyeol space for like weeks now and this fic had to be done. 

Growing up, you had a faint idea of how you wanted to live your life. Maybe you wanted to find someone who loved you and stay with them the rest of your life until you became old and had grey hairs. Maybe you even wanted to find someone who would want to marry you. But it never worked like that for your kind.

Through the years, the hybrids slowly mixed in with the humans. It was a bit weird the first time the two species mixed, seeing people like you but without ears and a tail, and it frightened you in a sense. The human kids would mess with you, pulling on your ears or stick gum to your long, fluffy tail. You got over it, though. As years passed, it became more natural to see the hybrids becoming friendlier with the humans.

You never trusted them in the slightest. You were scared of them.

Because of this fault, you rarely made friends. You didn't talk to anyone in your school, so people thought you were just mute and didn't bother attempting conversation. You always hid your ears and tail, shoving a beanie over your black ears with brown tips in an attempt to hide them, your tail being shoved into baggy pants held tightly to your waist with a belt.

It wasn't insecurity that had you hiding who you were. It was more fear than anything. Fear to the bullying you might endure if people found out, whether or not other hybrids were out in the open. You didn't want to take the chance.

You first started hiding your appendages when you moved to your new town, some small town in the suburbs of Seoul. Your mom always wondered why, but never asked. You didn't talk to her either. To the world, you were the silent nobody that merely existed. And you were okay with that.

Sitting in your desk, you dragged your pen along your paper making scribbles of god-knows-what while your teacher groaned on and on about hybrid history. You knew all of this, considering your free time was spent scanning through websites upon websites about anything and everything you could find. Your favorite were the Greek gods and their hybrid pets. Whether or not they were real wasn't a huge concern to you. You still enjoyed knowing about them.

A soft yawn left your lips, covering your mouth with your hand that held your pen. 'Jesus,' you thought, looking up to the clock, 'this hour is never going to end.'

A post-it note was slid onto your desk from your right, adorning a black ink that simply said 'Boring, right?'. Your eyes widened softly, and you could feel your ears twitch underneath your hat before you forced them to stop. Your eyes dragged to your right, looking up into the dark eyes of a human. His hair was red, his roots slightly grown out to show the natural dark brown of his hair. His skin was like honey, and his eyes smiled when his lips tugged.

You looked from him to his note, writing a quick 'I guess.' on it. He reached over and took his note back, chuckling softly so the teacher didn't notice. He began writing again, but before he could reach it back over to you, the bell rang, and you were already packed and out the door before he could talk to you any more than he already had.

Lunch period was next, and as always, you stood in line to grab your sandwich and apple juice so you could head to the library to stick your head in another book. Maybe they had some you haven't read already today.

"Hey!" You heard someone yell. You didn't bother looking over, you knew it wasn't for you. It never was.

Except, today it was. "Hey! You're the girl I sit next to in History, right?" The same man from before trotted over to you, standing much too close for comfort. It was then when you noticed that he towered over you. Your eyes trailed up to his, his goofy smile adorning his face once more. You nodded quickly, staring up with wide eyes. He smiled widely. "Sorry I couldn't continue our conversation. I'm Chanyeol, just started here yesterday." When you didn't reply, his smile dropped a little.

The people behind you in line stared at the two of you, in awe that someone was actually talking to you, let alone trying to make conversation. "Hey, Chanyeol, is it?" Some girl said, walking up to the two of you. Her hair was a faded pink color, kind of like a strawberry blonde color. You looked from him to her as she wrapped her arm around his.

Touchy much?

"Don't bother talking to Alien over here. She doesn't speak anyways. Why don't you come sit with me and my friends?" She said with a smile. She was shorter than you, and much thinner, unlike you. At your nickname, your eyes fell to the floor and back to the line ahead of you. "My name is Rose, by the way. We have English together." She said matter-of-factly.

Chanyeol's smile was gone by now, his eyes switching between Rose and you. He stayed silent for a moment, before speaking up. "No thanks. I don't want to hang around with people who make derogatory nicknames for someone who just doesn't want to speak."

The way her face fell almost made you laugh. Actually, you did. You laughed at his comment, your hand covering your mouth in embarrassment almost immediately after. Chanyeol's eyes lit up when you did, his entire being now focused on you.

With that, Rose huffed off, her eyes rolling as she stammered off to her friends.

"Anyways," He continued, "I know your name's not Alien. But when you feel comfortable, I'd love to know your real name."

He trudged off with his final comment.

"He's cute, you know. Maybe worth talking to." The lunch lady caught you off guard, your whole body jumping at her voice. You took your sandwich and ran back to your comfort zone.

Your next class was English. Coming from America, you had no clue why they made you take this class, but you gave in considering it was an easy A and a good class to draw in.

You noticed Chanyeol across the room, listening intently to the pronunciation of each word before writing it quickly. He was cute, you had to admit. But never in your life would you speak to him.

He was human. You didn't want to even think about it.

You started to draw, focusing on each line you sketched before inking it all out. It was good, your best yet.

Wait, the drawing looked familiar.

Shit.

You absentmindedly drew Chanyeol.

Everything in your being wanted to rip it up and throw it away, but it was your best work. You wanted to cherish him.

THE DRAWING. You meant the drawing.

You head flopped onto the table with a quiet thunk, the ears under your hat hanging low. Before you realized, the homework was being handed out and the bell was ringing. You sighed, sitting up and -

“Is that a drawing of Yeolie?” A female voice who sounded all too familiar was next to you, lifting your sketchbook off your desk, bringing it up into her arms. Your eyes widened, head flinging up to look up at Rose. “Chanyeol! Look! Alien over here drew you! How cute.” She said, holding the sketchbook high above her head.

Chanyeol looked up from packing his bag, eyes furrowing. Before you could sneak attack it out of her hands, she was trotting over to his desk, showing him your drawing.

You could quite literally be anywhere but here right now. Your breathing became panicked, and your first reaction was to run. So of course, your bag was on your arm and running out of the classroom. Some of Rose’s friends, who you’d known since you moved here as Jennie, Lalisa, and Jisoo, were laughing at you as you bolted out. “Hey! Wait!” Chanyeol yelled after you.

You didn’t care if they had your sketchbook anymore. You just wanted to go home. Home was your safe place. But you couldn’t. Not unless you wanted to get yelled at by your mom for skipping school for such a dumb reason.

Your breathing leveled out as you reached your locker, opening it and switching out some of your books.

Your best drawing just HAD to be HIM. Your life already sucked, and this was just the icing on the cake. “Hey.” Chanyeol’s voice startled you, making you hit your hand on the shelf inside your locker in surprise. “Oh, jeez! Sorry.” He chuckled softly. Your eyes lowered again, finding your sketchbook in his hand.

You inwardly groaned, shoving your head in your locker. “Hey, no. It’s okay.” He said with a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry about those girls. They’re assholes anyways.” He said, looking back down to your drawing. “Although, I do really like your drawing. You made me look handsomer than I really am.” You pulled your head out to look at him, slowly reaching out to take the sketchbook back from him.

Your fingers curled around your book, pulling it to your chest while your eyes flickered everywhere.

Why were you nervous? This wasn’t like you. You thought it might be because this was the first time anyone besides your parents were nice to you.

“So, why do you always wear this beanie?” He asked, reaching up to touch it, but you immediately shot up and caught his wrist, shaking your head silently. He caught on pretty quick, a soft blush reaching his cheeks.

You grabbed a piece of paper and wrote on the locker next to your own. ‘It’s a fashion choice.’ You wrote. He chuckled for a second, and you smiled in response. “Well, since you’re talking in a way, how about you finally give me your name?” He asked.

You thought for a second. It wouldn’t hurt to at least give him your name.

You wrote it down and showed it to him. “See, that’s a much cuter name than Alien.” He laughed, before picking your pen from your fingers and writing down numbers on the paper. “Well, ____, here’s my number. I think we can be good friends.” With that, he walked off, leaving you in shellshock.

God, finally. You were home. You pulled off your beanie to let your ears breathe, wiggling them out as they stuck out of your hair. You also traded your baggy pants for some shorts, letting your tail fly free. Your tail was an impressive length, longer than your parents and cousins. Longest in your family behind your late Grandma.

You plopped down in bed and pulled out your bag to get started on homework. Pulling out your papers, you came across the loose-leaf with Chanyeol’s number on it.

You weren’t gonna do it. You’d already gone too far giving your name. What would you even talk with him about? No. You wou-

Damnit, you were already texting him.

[You] Hey Chanyeol. (4:23pm)

[Chanyeol] I would ask who this is but not many people have my number. Look who actually texted! (4:25pm)

[You] It’s not too late for me to block your number, lol. (4:26pm)

[Chanyeol] Yknow, for being so quiet you really are feisty. It’s quite attractive. (4:26pm)

You paused at his last comment, blushing intensely. This was a bad idea, you knew it was, but something kept pulling you to him. Your phone buzzed again with another text.

[Chanyeol]

Shit, did I scare you away? (4:31pm)

[You]

No, it takes a lot more to scare me. (4:31pm)

[Chanyeol]

Ah good. (4:32pm)

The next few weeks had passed and you and Chanyeol texted nonstop. He was quickly becoming your best friend.

Well, only friend. But you get the point.

You and Chanyeol started meeting after school. He’d talk to you and you’d text in response, earning a laugh out of him every now and then.

Eventually, the talks got more serious, about each others deepest fears. He had said his biggest fear was not being able to make a name of himself. With a soft sigh, you texted him that your biggest fear was being exposed.

When he read your message, his eyebrows furrowed. “Exposed? What do you mean?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You didn’t answer, only slowly looking back down to your hands.

“Come on, talk to me. What do you mean by being exposed?” His words were soft as he leaned towards you.

In that moment, you finally said your first words after easily 10 years.

“I don’t want people to know who I really am.” You said softly. He sat there in shock, taking in your voice for the first time. “___… You… You spoke.” He said softly. You nodded softly as a reply. “I’ve always been able to speak. It’s just easier if I didn’t.” You said, looking up to his eyes that were immediately connected with yours.

It stayed quiet for a moment after that, his eyes never leaving yours. “Who are you, really? Who’s the ___ you don’t want people finding out?” His words were hard, yet at the exact same time they were caring. You looked away from him, looking down at the set of bleachers you were currently sat on top of.

“____.” His voice was much more caring now. You knew he wouldn’t let it go until you told him.

But you couldn’t. Not here.

“I want to tell you. I do. But not here. Not where people could see.” You said softly, your voice sounding scared to what he would think. “You’re scaring me, ___. Are you like, a secret axe murderer or something?” His chuckle made your mood lighten, it always did.

“Well, then let’s go to my place. My parents won’t be home. You can tell me in privacy.”

Before you knew it, you were sat in Chanyeol’s car on the way to his house. What in the hell were you doing? You were absolutely insane. THIS was insane. You were going to show him your hybrid limbs? What if he told someone? What if Rose and her clan found out? They’d mock you for the rest of your high school days.

Pulling up to his house, you stepped out to follow him up to his door and into his house. He immediately grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his living room. His eyes were back on you in less than a second.

“Well?” You could tell he was impatient, still vastly curious about what you could be hiding. You hesitated, hands up to your chest gripping each other in almost protest.

But eventually, you gave in under his stare. You reached up to your beanie and slowly pulled it off, your ears low in fear.

His entire demeanor changed upon the sight. “You…” He started, still in disbelief. “You’re a hybrid?” He asked, his eyes fixed on your ears as he studied each and every hair on them. You gave him a soft nod, slowly reaching down to push down your pants, his hands scrambling to stop you.

“Woah, woah. What are you doing?” He said, his hands on your wrists. You continued, pulling down your pants just far enough to let your tail free. He paused once more.

It went on for what seemed like 30 minutes, him taking in the fact you were a hybrid. “C-Chanyeol?” You asked softly, waving your hand in front of his face. He seemed to snap out of his trance. “THIS is what you’ve been scared of people finding out? That you’re a hybrid? ___, there are hybrids all over school. All over the world even.” He said, looking you dead in the eyes.

“Yes, but I’m a cat hybrid. They’re extremely rare and made up from the hybrids that were used for sex slaves up until less than 30 years ago. There are still some that are being held to this day.” You said, your long, fluffy tail wrapping around your leg. He sighed softly, reaching out to hug you.

Your face landed on his hard chest, his arms wrapping around you gently. “Well, if you don’t want anyone to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” He said softly, petting you gently.

“Holy shit, __. Are you purring?”

A few more weeks had passed and you and Chanyeol had hung out literally every night at his place. His parents were never home due to their jobs or whatever, not that you minded in the slightest. You and Chanyeol always had fun, whether it was watching movies, playing video games, or just chilling and doing homework.

You could tell your guard was down for him. It had been since day one. You didn’t mind it being down for him either. You trusted him. He trusted you. Together, you were a force that had no end.

But this one day in particular, your walls being down was probably your worst fault.

“Hey Alien! Is Chanyeol nearby?” You heard a female come up. It wasn’t Rose, but rather Jennie. Rose and the others were with her anyways, along with a few other girls you knew the faces of but not the names.

Of course, you didn’t speak to them. Your eyes just narrowed slightly before turning back to your open locker and grabbing your stuff. “No? Aw. Too bad. Looks like your sexy giant isn’t here to help you.” She snickered at you as you closed your locker and turned to walk away.

“Oh no no, sweetheart.” Lalisa said, stepping in front of you, blocking you from leaving. “See, we heard a rumor and we wanted to see if it was really true.” She said, a smirk on her face. Once again, you tried to push past her, but Jennie quickly pushed you into the lockers, making you slam your back into the hard metal.

“Trying to run, are we? Is there something we shouldn’t find out about you?” Rose laughed out, walking up to you, leaning close into your face. Your eyes stared dead into hers. Jisoo chirped in behind her. “Are we talking about her crush on Chanyeol or..?” You could tell Jisoo was just roped in without actually being told what was going on.

“No, you dimwit. We’re talking about this.” She said quickly before reaching up and ripping off your beanie. Your ears were now out into open air, and your hands were scrambling to cover them.

All of the girls gasped. “So it IS true!” Lalisa yelled, a large smile on her face. “Oh, now I’m curious.” Jennie said quickly, reaching to your pants and flinging them to your ankles, not only exposing your tail but also inevitably exposing your underwear to the school.

Your hands went from trying to hide your ears to trying to hide your pantslessness. “Oh sweetheart, don’t be shy. We all know your kind is used for sex. Always has been, and always will be.” She laughed at you, backing up to the rest of the girls.

You were mortified. Not only were you exposed to the world as being the worst hybrid breed out there, but so was your womanhood. You didn’t know if you were shocked or scared, but you were frozen to your spot, afraid to move.

At that moment, Chanyeol and a couple of his friends, whom you’d met and learned their names were Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Kai, and Junmyeong, turned the corner and saw everything that was going down. Chanyeol’s emotion flicked from confusion, to worry, to pure anger.

Him and his friends ran over, Chanyeol directly in front of you in between yourself and Rose. His other friends guarded your sides, making sure no one could see you in between them. “Aww, Yeolie is protecting little Alien. How cute.” Jennie piped in, and Rose’s smile only got bigger.

“Yeolie, I don’t know why you hang around that skanky hybrid. We all know it’s out of pity. You and I both know that I’m the girl you want to be with.” Rose said softly, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. Anger seethed out of every pore Chanyeol owned.

“If you thought that even for a second that I wanted you, you’re sadly mistaken.” He started, pushing her off of him. “The reason I love ___ isn’t because she’s a hybrid. The reason I love ___ isn’t out of pity. The reason I love ___ is because she is sweeter, kinder, and more caring than all of you whores combined. If you thought that getting to me this way was the way about going to say you ‘liked me’, then god damnit I wish you were a man so I could beat the shit out of you. But I don’t hit women, if you could even call yourself that.”

By the end of his speech, he had her backed against the opposite wall. His voiced had dropped to a growl, his eyes seering with everliving rage. “If I ever see you even look at ___ again, best believe you’ll regret it.”

When he turned away from her, his eyes met yours. You had started crying somewhere in his speech not noticing until his eyes were on you. His face softened immediately and sprinted over to you.

His eyes scanned your body for any harm, and when he didn’t find any, he helped you pull up your pants over your tail. You were still frozen, eyes following him quickly in soft panic. “C-Chanyeol…” You said in between sobs, your hands still trying to cover yourself. When he pulled up your pants and tightened your belt around your waist, his hands cupped your face.

He shushed you softly, staring into your eyes. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. You don’t have to worry about anything. Not while I’m here.” He said, pulling you into his chest as you sobbed softly, still in blown panic mode.

A crowd had formed when Chanyeol had backed Rose into a corner. Speaking of which, Rose was still in shock against the wall, her eyes wide in both shock and fear, her friends trying to comfort her.

All that came out of her mouth was “That was so goddamn sexy.”

You honestly thought she needed help.

Chanyeol quickly thanked his friends and each of them tried to comfort you, but you wouldn’t listen. All you needed right now was Chanyeol. He was all you wanted.

“Come on, ___. Let’s go home.” He said softly, dragging you off.

The car ride back to his house was a quiet one. When the two of you got back to his house, it wasn’t much of a surprise that it was the two of you alone. You’d only met his parents 3 different times. They liked you as far as you could tell. He even met your own parents a few times. Your parents liked him a little too much.

He brought you up to his room, changing you into a few of his clothes. Or at least, he gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his basketball shorts that he no longer fit and turned around to let you change.

When you finished, you hugged his back gently and wrapped your tail around the two of you.

He let out a soft sigh, turning around and hugging you to him. For a moment, there was a comfortable silence. “Thank you, Channie.” You said softly, your face buried into his shirt. “For what?” His tone of voice matched yours, speaking softly as he laid his head on top of yours onto one of your ears.

“I don’t know. For helping me earlier. For not giving up on me even though I went over two months not saying a word to you. For accepting me when no one else did.” You said softly, looking up into his eyes. His eyes were soft and his eyebrows were knit together.

“Of course, ___. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?” He asked rhetorically, making you smile softly. “Chanyeol?” You had one simple question to ask him. He hummed in response, still staring into your eyes. “What did you mean when you say you loved me?”

Over the last few months, as you and Chanyeol’s relationship grew stronger, so did your feelings for him. Sure, you were still scared of humans, proven by Rose and her cult, but Chanyeol was different. You knew there were good humans out there, also proven by Chanyeol’s friends who knew your secret and still cared for you. But no one out there would ever treat you how Chanyeol did.

Every single late-night movie night, every rant about something stupid, every cuddle after one of you had fallen asleep watching random Netflix movies, everything he did made you fall deeper and deeper for him. It scared you more than anything else in the world. You always feared that falling for him would scare off the one person you cared about most, and the only person who cared for you the same amount as you did him.

His eyes bore into yours, his chest rising and falling against yours. “I meant that I loved you. You’re the most amazing person I could’ve ever met, ___. Every smile you make, every stupid joke that you think is hilarious when it totally isn’t, every little thing you do makes me fall head over fucking heels for you, ___. I said I loved you before, and I’m telling you now. ___, I’m in love with you. I have been since the moment I met you, and it was sealed when I heard your laugh in the lunch line. You’re like a vice grip on my heart.”

Your heart launched for the moon. Slowly, you lifted yourself and placed your lips on his, sealing them together. The two of your lips mended like a two perfect halves of a soul combining as one.

One hand moved to rest on your cheek, the other on you waist as he pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss in the most sensual way possible.

After a moment, he pulled away softly. “Chanyeol?” You said softly. He hummed back in response, his lips slightly swollen. “You know, the way you talked to Rose earlier was kinda hot.” You laughed out, and even got a laugh from him as well, showing his all too familiar goofy grin. “Maybe I should get angry at people more often then.”

When the laughter subsided, you gave him a soft smile, before opening your mouth to speak again. “Chanyeol…” It would’ve gotten his attention if it hadn’t already been on you. “I want you to be my first…”

His smile completely faded. “Oh, ___… You don’t want that. You don’t want me.” He said softly. His insecurities were his biggest downfall. His eyes fell away from yours, but you grabbed his chin gently to meet your eyes with his.

“I do. You’re the only guy in existance to make me feel as happy as you do. I want you to make love to me. Be my first and my last. Make me yours, Park Chanyeol.” His eyes searched yours for any sign of difference, mentally asking you if you were sure about everything you just told him. He couldn’t find a single shred.

Slowly, once more, his lips found yours. The warmth of his lips spread along yours like wildfire. His tongue dragged along your bottom lip, and you, albeit excitedly, allowed him access. The kiss grew deeper by the seconds, becoming much more heated yet with the same amount of love and care that was there moments ago.

The two of you stumbled backwards until the backs of your knees hit his bed, and slowly, he laid you down as if you were the most fragile thing in the universe. Your lips never broke, only until he pulled away to give kisses to your neck and jaw, tonguing them with the amount of care he would give his most prized possession. You let out a soft purr when he found the sweet spot on your neck, and eagerly, he nipped on it, leaving an easy mark on the virgin skin.

It wasn’t until you started grabbing at his shirt that he pulled away and held your hands. “Baby, let me take care of you.” His words were soft and caring, but he still didn’t hesitate to lift his shirt over your head, careful of your ears. You were left simply in a bra and his shorts, suddenly feeling much smaller than him, as if you hadn’t known this simple fact before.

He stepped back for a moment, taking in the new amount of skin on display. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He said softly before attaching his lips to your collarbone. This is where he left his second mark. You let out a wanton moan, drifting into his ears like a symphony.

“Can I take this off?” He asked softly, his thumb stroking your bra, and you nodded a little too excitedly. You’d be lying if you said that none of these actions sent heat directly to your core. He slid his hands behind your back and tangled with the clasp before finally getting it off. He pulled it off of you and flung it on the floor somewhere behind him, neither of you caring as the moment.

His lips found your neck again, his tongue lapping downwards until it reached you nipple, his teeth scraping gently across it before tugging on it, sending a moan out through your lips. He soothed the area afterwards with his tongue, using his hand to play with the other.

His lips began traveling lower until he reached the edge of the shorts you were wearing. Once more, he looked up to you as a silent question of consent, to which you wrapped your fluffy tail around his waist and nodded. He smiled softly as he began to pull both your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop with the help of you lifting your hips.

He stood back once more, taking your body in in all of its glory. You took the moment to rake him over as well, noticing he was still fully dressed in contrast to your full nudity. “Chanyeol…” You whined out, getting his attention. A quick flash of worry came over his eyes, moving to hover over you again. “What is it, baby? We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.”

You wanted to laugh at how soft he was, but you were so hot and bothered that you couldn’t bring yourself to. “You’re still fully dressed.” You said simply, and immediately you saw the worry in his eyes dissipate. He chuckled softly and nodded, standing back up and pulling his shirt over his head. It’s not like you haven’t seen him without a shirt on. You’d actually walked in on him fully naked before on accident. But this was a completely different scenario, and seeing him like this casted a different light on the two of you.

He was now shirtless in front of you, and you took the moment to study every single curve this boy had. He reached down to undo his pants and slide them down his legs, tossing them somewhere with the rest of your clothes, leaving on his boxers alone.

Once more, he climbed on top of you, pressing his lips to yours in another heated kiss, his hands slowly trailing down your body, tracing every single curve you had before finally resting a hand on your mound, cupping it softly.

You sighed out his name, and it pretty much sent him into action. He made avid work kissing every inch of your body until his face came directly in front of your core.

Slowly, he dipped one finger in between your folds, immediately getting drowned by all your juices. He let out a groan. “Damn baby, so wet and I hardly even touched you.” He chuckles, slowly leaning in and giving your clit the tiniest kitten lick, sending your back arching upwards off the bed.

He paused for a moment, studying your reactions. Slowly, he trailed a flat strip up your cunt, making you let out a loud groan. You had never been touched before. Not like this. And Chanyeol could definitely tell.

His tongue went to work on you, lapping languidly at your clip with almost expertise movements. A single finger prodded your entrance, slipping in with ease due to your juices pooling below you, curling upwards as if knowing your body like the back of his hand even though having never touched you before.

“Chanyeol…” You whined out, “Please… I need you…”

He stood back up, leaning over you and kissing you roughly, yet still with care, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “You taste amazing, Kitten.” You giggled softly at the name, considering the irony of it.

Any sort of laughter you had died down when he finally removed his boxers, his cock flinging up and hitting his stomach. He smiled down at you, before leaning over and pulling a condom out of his side table.

After rolling it on, he slowly lined up with your entrance. “It’s okay if it hurts, love. It’ll only be for a moment and then it’ll be over. Just focus on kissing me, ok?” He said softly, his arms around you and his eyes staring into yours.

You nodded softly, and with that, his lips were on yours again. This time around, it was much more sweet and careful, his tongue moving in ways to attempt to distract you when he finally thrusted into you. The stretch stung, but you were so wet that it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, you moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He groaned in pleasure when you took him all the way to the hilt, pussy sucking him in so amazingly. You got adjusted pretty quickly, squeezing your muscles around him to tell him to move.

When he started thrusting, it was slow, feeling every ridge and vein of each other with only love shared between the two of you. His hand reached up to yours and intertwined your fingers, his lips still moving against yours slowly.

You attempted to chase an orgasm in any way, but it probably couldn’t be done at this pace. “Chan… Faster…” You moaned out, and he stilled for a second, letting go of your hand with a quick nod. He sat up slightly, a bit more of an angle for him to reach in between your bodies, trail one hand up your body and wrap around your neck, squeezing softly, before pulling almost fully out and slamming back into you.

“God! Fuck!” You moaned out, your back arching off the bed with each thrust, the next just like the one before it. “That’s it, baby…” He moaned out, moving his hands off your neck in trade for your hips, gripping onto them and somehow thrusting faster than he had before.

You were left a moaning mess with each and every thrust, eyes rolling back into your skull and whatever sanity you had left was twisting into itself in your core, the tightening in your lower stomach giving it’s telltale sign. “Fuck, Chanyeol! I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out.

He only took this chance to move his hand to play with your clit, rolling it in circles. His thrusts began to get sloppy, and you figured that he was going to cum as well.

“Cum with me, Chanyeol…” You said to him, your fucked out tone of voice hitting him deep, the core in the both of you bursting simultaneously. He continued to thrust into you, riding out the both of your orgasms. With a final thrust, he curled foreword, laying on top of you, both of your ragged breaths heating up the air around your sweaty bodies.

You couldn’t say anything, your mind was in the clouds by now, and all you could see was him pulling out of you and walking away, coming back with a pair of shorts on and a warm rag to clean you up.

He laid down next to you and quickly your curled into him, your head nuzzling under his neck.

“Chan?” You said tiredly.

He hummed in response, drawing random shapes on your back with his blunt fingernail.

“I love you.” You said happily, drifting off to sleep. But before you drifted off entirely, you heard the one thing he could say to make your heart full.

“I love you too, ___.”

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ur moodboards r so pretty!! i was wondering if i could get one w/ a matchup? i'm a 21 y/o 5'7" bi girl, gemini and an infp. my interests include writing (kinda edgy tbh) poetry n drawing. i'm v into vulture culture, specifically bone collecting and wet specimens. i love animals, esp ferrets (i have 6 lol). i love listening to music, mostly heavy or obscure bands. i'm not v assertive and i'm a big daydreamer. ppl say i have a rather dry/dark sense of humor. thank u and good luck w the new blog!!

Darling, for sure! And thank you so much!! I hate to admit that flattery will in fact get you anywhere ahh dang it ily

For your matchup! This is like, bit obvious ‘kay, but let me make it special aight yuh, cue funky goth music! 

((Also, I went with the assumption that ferret owners walk them?? I hope that’s okay and not too bizarre?? As a dog owner I am sorry if I messed that up hhh)

Translation: “Be my silver lining, help me make things better, darling.”

Leone Abbacchio!

At first glance, Abbacchio just really dug your style. The way you presented yourself was exactly according to his liking, extremely tasteful, he thought to himself. Still, having a platonic crush on your style didn’t move him to come up to speak to you out of the blue, what for anyways? Not like he was about to ruin some quite scrumptious girl’s day with his weird ramblings.

What a surprise though. Next time he spotted you in public it was by chance, and also amusingly entertaining. Were you really walking around with 4 ferrets on a leash? What was better, as he walked closer to you was, did you also carry two more ferrets on your tote-bag? He chuckled as he finally was close enough to you and spoke. “Excuse me miss, I couldn’t help but stare.” He started, earning a raised eyebrow from you, was this dude a creep or something? You tightened the leash quietly towards you, ready to lift your tiny children into the bag and run if needed.

“Oh, yeah?” You replied, on your guard, giving him a full scan with your eyes. Tall, well built, solemn looking, very nice lips and lipstick, nice hair, nice clothing style. Okay, visually, he had a pass, you had yet to see if he was a decent person. “Yeah.” He started, feeling the analytic gaze coming from you in his figure. He came in too strong probably. “I mean, it’s not every day you see a beautiful lady walking around with... six. Six ferrets in the street.” He had paused mid-sentence to count your pets. That, that earned positive points on his favor, he was cute, he got a pass.

“That’d be a beautiful girl for you, I’m not that old, sir.” You retorted, a small smile on your lips for you didn't mean no harm, and he understood that by replying with a smile on his face as well. “Ouch, okay, touché.” You both chuckled, then Leone presented himself, extending a polite hand your way. “I’m Leone, Leone Abbacchio, pleased to meet you miss.” He started, his lips together in a polite, amused smile. You thought it through for a second, realizing just how handsome this man was, timidly raising your hand to shake his. “Y/N’s the name, the pleasure is... mine, Leone.” He found that reaction interesting, contrary to the previous one, regaling you with a tender smile that barely showed you his perfect pearly whites.

“Well, Y/N, would you maybe... like to go for a drink?” He suggested, taking all his chances right there. How long had it been since he last went out with a girl for his own personal interest? He feared he’d forgotten how to act. Then came your answer, that actually put him at ease quite easily. “I’d love to, but I have to leave this babies back home first.” You started, then adjusting your tote-bag and reaching inside the pocket of your pants you took out your phone, unlocking it with practiced easiness. “Mind giving me your number so we can meet up some other time though?” He grinned, nodding and giving you a short “hm” as a response. 

You’d decided to meet up at the local music store, upon his request. Apparently, he wanted to buy a new album from his favorite band for his collection, and you didn’t comply, since you also were happy to check out on some new tunes. 

Watch him pleasantly surprised when he gets there and finds that both; you’re already there, even if he did get there a bit early, and also you were eyeing quite thoroughly the section he most liked to search through. “Hello there Y/N, anything catch your eye?”

As much as you’d liked to blurt out “You.”, you swallowed when you turned around and saw this wonderful eye candy ask about your music preference. 

After walking around the store for a while, casually chatting about the CDs both you and him pointed at or grabbed before placing them back in place you’d learned that you shared music tastes! Would he get any better than this? You thought, and simultaneously, so did he about you.

You decided to go for that drink you promised the previous day, he ordered some tea, and you did much the same. He refrained from drinking beer due to having problems with it in the past, he commented. You felt bad, so that’s why you chose the same thing, a small act of solidarity.

Through the afternoon, you’d been talking about books you’d read, sometimes coinciding on your reads, most the time Abbacchio recommending you books he’d loved, and so on.

It got interesting when you mentioned you also wrote some poetry sometimes. He asked if he could someday see your writings, and as much flustered as you got upon just thinking about it, you decided upon saying “We’ll see.”

When the night came, you’d realized you’d spent too much time in there, now a long 30 minute walk awaited you back home and, quite honestly, you weren’t exactly giddy and excited about it. 

“Don’t worry, bella, I’ll drive you home.” Great! You were rather nervous to get in the car of a man you’d quite prematurely met, but something deep in your gut told yourself to trust in him. And you did well, he opened the passenger seat’s door for you in a most outdated gentlemanly manner and turned around to sit down on the driver’s seat himself, revving up the engine and starting your way back home. You gave him the directions in a quiet tone, the music on the radio calmly playing while he let you guide, eyes focused on the road ahead and the wind gently swaying his hair backwards from his half open window. 

You took some time to quietly observe his features. The moonlight did him justice, he looked handsome during daylight, but this was another thing entirely. You realized you’d gotten a small crush on him at this point, sighing and staring at the road ahead. Not aware he’d noticed your staring and was now biting the inside of his cheek where you couldn’t see his embarrassment.

When you got home, your stomach sunk. You felt just how much you didn’t want him to leave just yet. And so, when you undid your belt and were about to turn for the door after a quiet “thank you”, you decided on turning back once more, only to notice he’d leaned over onto your seat and his face was mere inches away from yours, staring back at you with quiet surprise and wonder.

He swallowed, timidly speaking up after clearing his throat, not moving an inch. “You were about to... forget your bag in the back seat...” He stated, and you did notice your bag was being held in the hand that invaded your seat by its handles.

You slowly leaned in, and it happened, you pressed your lips to his, and he pressed back against you in return, raising his hand to your cheek and letting the bag softly drop into the car’s floor. 

When you broke off the kiss, you bit your lip. You were both adults, there was no harm in asking, right? “Uhm... would you want to... come in?” He chuckled and leaned back into the driver’s seat, moving the gear lever while still looking at you with a smirk on his lips. “Sure bella, let me park first and I’ll be there in a minute.”

So he spent the night with you. Next morning, you woke up with a small paper note next to you in bed, right where he’d laid previously and it read, in utmost fancy calligraphy “Went for breakfast, that was wonderful. - Leone”.

You threw yourself back into the mattress again, giddily waving the paper around as your kicked your legs like a teenage girl in love. You loved this man, he was amazing, so thoughtful, so kind and charming. He made you feel safe, and that’s what you most cherished. Sooner than later, you heard the doorbell ring, and promptly threw a shirt on you along with some undergarments to find a handsome silver haired man standing at your door with coffee and pastries.

After meeting up a few more times in this fashion, you’d gotten to the point you just had to ask. Perched on his form on your sofa as you watched a documentary on pagan rituals he seemed to be rather interested on, you rested your head between his shoulder and his chest and timidly asked, playing with his hand that rested on your thigh. “Leone, what are we?” 

He seemed to stay silent for longer than comfortable. But when you looked up, seeing him arch his brow in confusion and turn to look at you for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to the screen. He threw an arm around your shoulder and squeezed you close, resting his temple on top of your head tenderly as he seemed to try and find his words without missing much of the show.

“I thought we were dating already?” He nonchalantly replied, which made your chest tighten and a sharp breath inflate your chest. You let it out and gave a small nod onto his chest, placing a soft kiss on it and turning your  gaze to the TV once more, feeling him run his hand up and down your forearm in a comforting motion. “I’m glad we are then.” He chuckled and shook his head, but added nothing else, the smile never leaving his lips. 

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Hi everybody! This is Jan, back with another blog post (・`ω´・)

Did you guys enjoy Tender Touch? Touching all of your favorite guys in the bathtub… Doing the testing for that event was a lot of fun (*/ω＼) So many bare ikémen chests on my screen... In my own game, I changed my His Room card to the bonus Albert card. I just love the slightly blushing, serious face he makes (*≧ω≦*) Before that, it was Rayvis’s Tender Touch His Room card, but since Albert is my number 1, I had to change it as soon as I got it!

I’m sure some (or maybe a lot) of you know this, but in Japan, on Valentine’s Day, (traditionally) women give chocolates to men. Personally, I gave chocolates to folks regardless of whether they’re men or not, and so did the other women on our team here at CYBIRD! Men are supposed to return the favor on March 14th, White Day… We’ll see what they can do (¬_¬) Actually, I got chocolate from the illustrator for Midnight Cinderella, IRIASU! It was such a nice gesture, I was surprised but really happy~ (The chocolate was really tasty, too!) (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

By the way, our most recent Fashion Grab Bag, Cherished Pet Look, just ended! Did you get the outfits you wanted? I got Prince’s Benjamin Costume on my very last try (｡•́︿•̀｡) I think my luck is just bad though, since in the Sengoku Fashion Gacha Dream of Winter, I got Sasuke’s Voice Message on my 12th try (｡T ω T｡) Sasuke, why must you ninja your way out of my reach… (>_<) Anyway, inspired by the guys’ pets, here’s a picture of my cat, Sophie! Sadly, she lives across the Pacific Ocean in America with my mom, but she’s very cute and I love her a lot ❤

It’s a little early but now I’m going to tease you guys with some info on upcoming events! Easter is coming up, and the event we’ll have open then… isn’t Easter-themed, but it’s very Easter-like, I think! Also, we’re having another event in April that’s similar to our story event last year, Princess Crisis, but this time with a perfectly springlike sakura twist! (･ω<)☆ I hope you look forward to them!

That’s all from me for now! Thank you for reading~~ (btw if you have pictures of your pets that you want to share, by all means please share them, it makes Masami and me incredibly happy) (also if you want to yell about Mamoru Miyano’s new album/live tour I will gladly read your text-based yelling)

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Always and Forever

So the other day i was feeling kind of soft and Jay was dancing his way through my head like he always is. After looking at some writing prompts i came up with this. I hope you enjoy and i also did a mood board so yay me! As always big thanks to my luv @tears-of-orphans for doing a quick read on this. And please share if you could and let me know what you think!

Pairing: Jay park and reader (f)

Theme: best friends

rating: cute for soft jay

word count: 3135

You slowly dragged your tired body into your apartment, fully exhausted from a long day at work. Today like any day you often wondered if all these late hours were really worth it. Would the upper management even acknowledge all the hard work you were putting in? Would you finally get that position you have been after for years? Kicking your heels off and dropping your stuff on the floor near the door you walk your way over to the bed and fall into it. Grabbing the pillow from the head of the bed you snuggle into it letting out a long sigh, finally feeling all the stress escape your body. Just as you felt your body falling into the deep sleep you were disturbed by your phone loudly going off. You reach for another pillow to cover your face trying to drown out the loud ringing, eventually it stopped and you smiled only for it to start again. You knew who was calling and the last thing you wanted to do was go out. You continue to ignore it until finally it stops all together, you smile as you take the pillow off your face thinking you can finally get some rest. A rhythmic knocking at your door had your eyes shooting open followed by your phone starting back up.

You clamp your eyes shut wishing your friend would let you rest in peace but in the end you get up off your bed and walk over to the door opening it so your friend can enter your small quaint apartment.

“Y/n, why didn’t you pick up your phone? Plus why are you still dressed like that? You said you were going to go out with us tonight.”

You shut the door and look at your friend who was sporting the silliest puppy dog face, the one that would always get him his way but not tonight.

“Jay I am exhausted, even if I went out with you guys I don’t think I could even stay awake. Can I take a rain check?”

“You promised, you have flopped on our plans the last couple of weeks. I was really looking forward to it. We never really get to hang out these days.”

You walk over to your bed and sit down on the edge looking up at your friend who was now pouting. You and Jay grew up together with your parents being best friends. When he left the states, you were lost without him but he always made time to keep in touch with you. When you had finally made the choice to move to Korea to further your career you had thought it would only be a small stay. Four years later and you were still here trying to get a name for yourself in the fashion world. Not everyone could be like Jay making their own way, he was living his dream and you were always so proud of him. While your dream was to have your own fashion magazine, you knew it probably wouldn’t happen so you just decided instead of being your own boss you would allow someone else to tell you how to do things and fetch their coffee.

“I know and I am sorry Jay, it’s just things are crazy at work and I really want this promotion.”

“Y/N I don’t know why you stay there, they don’t appreciate all that you do for them. Why won’t you just let me help you start your own magazine?”

“Because I don’t want to get hand me outs, I want to work for my own stuff. But let’s not talk about that, you have a party to get to and I have a nice hot shower I need to take before I crash for the night.”

Standing from your bed you make your way to your dresser grabbing an old shirt and sleep shorts along with your undergarments before making your way to the shower. Stopping with your hand on the door knob you look back at Jay.

“Make sure you lock up and maybe we can do coffee tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

The shower felt amazing on your aching muscles, you didn’t even know you were hurting in some spots until you felt the muscles relax under the hot streams coming from the shower head. With the bathroom nice and steamy you move from the water stream to sit on the edge of the bath tub. You couldn’t help but think about Jay’s face when you turned him down yet again. You hated breaking your promises but work had to come first, being the man Jay was with his work ethic you knew he understood. Yet it didn’t make you feel any better as you missed him as well. You missed the late nights of relaxing and watching random shows on the TV. A laugh escaped your lips thinking back to the one day in November where you two sat watching iron chef, they were cooking Turkeys and one decided to make his in a pig bladder. Jay had made a comment that maybe it would taste like bacon while the idea of it being in a bladder no matter how much they cleaned it repulsed you. Eventually the water became cold and you knew it was time to get out. You went through your nightly facial routine before getting dressed and exiting the bathroom.

Upon leaving the bathroom you stopped right in your tracks at what you saw. There lounging on your bed was Jay wearing a pair of his sweat pants he left at your place and no shirt. Your eyes then noticed the bags of food sitting on your little kitchen table with the smell of your favorite restaurant filling your nostrils.

“Jay what are you doing here? I thought you left?”

“I did leave, I went and got food for us. I called the guys and told them to go on without me, I needed to spend some time with my girl.”

You felt the blush creep up your chest to your cheeks as it always did when he called you that. You knew he didn’t mean anything by it, it was just a pet name he gave you back in grade school that just stuck with you. He started calling you that when the girls were making fun of you for the lovely teenage blemishes you had. What Jay didn’t know was that’s when your feelings changed for him, you didn’t see him as the older brother anymore instead he became the boy your cherished and grew into the man you wanted to spend your life with. Turning from Jay and walking to the food gave you a chance to collect yourself, you knew things would never be that way with Jay and you had to keep yourself in check.

“Jay you didn’t have to.”

“Well I had no choice, I want to spend time with you before we go on tour.”

The reminder of his upcoming tour made your heart ache. It was already hard enough to find time with both of your schedules but add on a tour and the fact that he won’t even be in the same country made the pain worse. You close your eyes to keep the tears at bay and when you open them Jay is right next to you with some bowls to put your food in. You look at him and let a small smile grace your face. With both of your bowls full of your food you make your way back to the bed to sit and watch TV.

“What do you feel like watching Y/N?”

“I don’t know, put something funny on.”

Jay pulls up the guide and looks for something finally setting on the movie “White Chicks”, it was a movie that you two loved to watch. You both laughed between bites at the Wayne’s brothers antics. It always bugged you that no one could tell that they were men horribly dressed up as two small women, yet it made for a good comedy movie. That’s Hollywood for you, hell that’s pretty much the entertainment world. Jay use to tease you all the time for your love of Sailormoon, himself not understanding how the people couldn’t put two and two together. As if there are multiple young teenage girls running around with blonde long meatball hair styles, either that or everyone was just plain daft. Soon enough the credits were rolling and you were both finished with your food. Jay not entirely ready to leave you for the night suggested an old school show to watch.

“How are we going to watch it? I doubt MTV has that on their website.”

“I actually found a YouTube channel that has all the episodes of FEAR on it, I have been waiting to watch it with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I remember us always talking about how we would go on the show once we got older. That we could outlast all those wimps and wouldn’t even get scared.”

“Oh my god yes! They were horrible with how they would get scarred at the littlest things.”

“So you wanna watch it?”

“Hell yes!”

“Go put the bowls in the sink and turn the lights off while I get it up on the TV.”

With a new round of energy you grabbed the two bowls and went to the sink rinsing them off before leaving them to wash later. Walking to the light switch you turn it off and turn to go back to the bed. Stopped yet again at the sight of him on your bed only being illuminated by the glow of the TV as he has tongue stuck between his lips while he searches for the channel he was talking about. The man was a sex god to so many fans, all of the comments on his social media never allowed you to think otherwise. Women and men leaving comments about how their oppa looked sexy dancing or how they knew what he could do with that tongue of his. Yet you saw him as your best friend. The dorky silly kid who let you dress him up when you were 5 because you wouldn’t stop crying that you had no one to play dress up with. The silly kid who would always pull pranks on you but never allowed anyone else to. The best friend who always stood up for you against the bullies. The best friend who punched a boy breaking his nose because he wouldn’t shut up about how developed you were in the chest compared to the other girls. Jay was your everything but he would never be truly yours.

“Earth to Y/N, come in Y/N.”

“What?”

“What are you thinking about over there, I have been calling your name but you stood there like a zombie. Are you really that tired? I can go if you wanna sleep.”

“Oh uh sorry, got lost in a thought. No don’t go, let’s watch our show.”

Jay stood off the bed to pull the covers back and you climbed right in scooting to your spot near the wall. Since Jay often would have to get up and leave at random times in the night you always slept near the wall so he wouldn’t have to climb over you. With Jay finally settled under the covers next to you he hit play and the familiar intro music filled the dark room.

The show was just as cheesy as it was all those years ago before the found footage style of film took off. The cast was strapped with cameras to their chest and their helmets, allowing them to capture everything as they went on their solo and sometimes companion missions around the dark eerie location they were camped out in. You laughed at some of the comments they were making or how they were acting. Yet being Jay, he knew exactly when to strike, his hand jumped out to grab you on the side just as a scary part came on causing you to shout a loud curse as you jumped damn near off the bed. You turn your head to glare at Jay but all you see is his had thrown back as loud hard bits of laughter came from his mouth. He was laughing so hard that his hands went around his waist to hold it as the laughter was causing his stomach to hurt.

“Ha ha, laugh it up Jay. Just you wait, your turn will come soon enough!”

“I couldn’t help myself, you were so in tuned with the show I couldn’t pass up the chance. Whatever you dish out will be worth it to see you jump and cuss like that.”

“Mhmm, we will see about that.”

You grab a small pillow and smack Jay across the chest with it.

“Pabo.”

He grabs the pillow from your hand and tosses it to the ground before his arm comes around your shoulder puling you to him so your head can rest on him.

“I’m sorry, I will try to hold the scares in I promise.”

The episode ends and another starts as you let out a yawn, the round of energy was finally starting to fizzle out.

“Sit up.”

You look at Jay before following his command, you sitting up allowed him to shimmy his way down on the bed. With him fully laid back he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down so your head was laying on his chest. This wasn’t anything new to the two of you, you often would snuggle like this when watching a movie or when you two were just relaxing listening to music. Another yawn escaped your mouth and you nuzzled your face into his chest taking in the comfort he was providing you.

“Close your eyes Y/N and get some sleep.”

“No, I wanna watch some more episodes with you.”

“The episodes aren’t going anywhere.”

“No but you are, you will probably leave once I am asleep. Then you will be gone on tour and we will be back to the dark ages of doing video messages or just texting.”

“Nothing I can do about that, if I could I would drag you with on this tour but I doubt that would be possible with your job.”

“No it’s not, I am just going to miss you.”

“I know and I will miss you too but I will be back before you know it, plus we can spend all the time possible together before I go.”

“I hope so.”

“We will.”

“Besides, I couldn’t come anyways. Me being there would cramp your style and you would lose out on the tour booty.”

“Oh whatever, you know damn well I don’t fuck around like that. Girls are crazy out there, I am not trying to get caught up in some baby mama scandal or some shit.”

You laugh knowing he was telling the truth, no matter what the media tried to portray he wasn’t the fuck boy everyone says he is. He was like any other man wanting only one girl in his life, to have that strong connection to the woman he loved. He eventually wanted the whole package, the wife and kids but now wasn’t the right time for that. You smile as you feel Jay move to lay facing you with you still fully in his arms. His free hand went to your hair to caress it like how you loved, knowing it always helped you fall asleep. His chest started to vibrate as he hummed a soft melody causing your eyes to get extremely heavy. Your breathing evened and you could feel yourself falling into that warm embrace of slumber. Some time passes before you hear Jay speak.

“Y/N, are you sleeping?”

You don’t answer as you can’t even find the energy to open your mouth.

“You must be. I wish I had the courage to say this when your awake but I don’t. Call me a coward because that’s what I am.”

You felt his chest raise with the deep breath he took, you were fully awake but tried to keep your breathing the same to not let him know you could hear him.

“After all these years I still can’t say this to your face, but I love you. God I have loved you since we were kids but I didn’t even know it back then. The years we were apart were the worst, with all the bullshit I went through I just wanted you here with me. Now that I have you here I don’t ever want to let you go. No woman could ever measure up to you, none of those girls who throw themselves at me could ever replace you in my heart. But to see you with a guy is probably the most painful thing I ever have to go through, but I do it because I want you happy. This tour is going to be so hard on me and I wish I could share these feelings with you but I can’t. I know you only see me as a brother and best friend, that’s why I won’t ever say anything. I don’t want to make you run away from me. Just know that I love you.”

You can feel the tears prickling at your eyes trying to escape and you couldn’t even make a sniffle or an any other noise because you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable knowing you heard everything. But god you wanted to pick your head up and tell him what he meant to you, to tell him that you felt the same way. That you have felt that way for years! But you didn’t move, you staid in that same spot even when be dipped his head to lightly touch his lips against yours. You stayed that way until you felt his chest rise and fall in a slow pattern signaling that he had fall asleep. It was then that you slowly moved away to prop yourself up a bit to look down at him as you wiped the tears that fell. His face was so peaceful with his lips slightly parted, how you wanted to wake him back up and tell him you loved him. Instead like the coward you were you also finally spoke the words you have held back for years.

“I love you too Jay, always have and always will.”

You slowly lowered yourself back down into his embrace and felt him pull you closer as he rubbed his face in your hair taking in your scent. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh but your eyes shot open when you heard his voice.

“Always and forever Y/N.”

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Chapter TWO: BTS WORLD 

    With the contracts signed you were on your way to Seoul. It was the beginning of March; Spring was in the air and the Cherry Blossoms would soon be in full bloom. Everything felt fresh and new as you stepped off the plane. You could only hope the awakening happening all around you was an omen for what was to come.  

     You easily spotted the driver holding up his sign with your name on it and followed him to the heavily tinted Black Range Rover. Being accustomed to the usual Town Cars that chauffeured you between events, you knew this was going to be a totally different experience. Pulling up outside the Big Hit Offices, you took in the normal looking grey and glass building. It was unassuming and didn’t much stand out from the others around it except for the Gold Letters letting you know this was it. Pulling on the heavy Silver door, you entered into the world of BTS.

     It was quiet, you had expected the energy of trainees and idols to carry throughout the building but there was only soft music playing in the open lobby. You were warmly greeted by the man attending the front desk and given instructions on how to get to the main office upstairs. You found the door,       BANG PD-nim, and knocked lightly. You could hear feet shuffling on the other side and the turn of the handle. “Come in” he said gesturing to the empty seat opposite his large chair. Warm and welcoming he thanked you for making the journey and coming to help out “His Boys” The inflection in his voice changed as he began to tell you why you were summoned. Motioning to a set of files he explained that there was a growing concern for two of the men in particular who were struggling to connect with their new IDOL personas. He moved the files Marked Park Jimin & Min Yoongi to the top. “We’ve brought you in early, the boys are in Japan for some downtime. Get familiar with their files and make yourself comfortable in the dorms. They know that you are coming, but it’s going to be hard to get them to cooperate. Getting to know them and gaining their trust is what will make this work. We don’t care how long this takes; we need to get these boys in a good mental state so they don’t burn out.”  

     You got back into the car clutching the manila files that contained the secrets of Seven men you’d yet to meet. The dorms were a short ride away and the driver took you and your things up to the floor where you would be living. Dorms in your mind conjured an image of boarding school and life at Hogwarts, this however, was a luxury high rise apartment. Warm and open it was also very clean with the exception of shoes strewn in the entryway. You worked your feet into the house slippers, parking you shoes neatly between some Balenciaga sneakers and a Giant pair of Timberlands. Time to get to work. 

           You sat in your room reading the information from Bang PD. There wasn’t anything shocking or super out of the ordinary in their histories, you assumed the issues had recently arose due to the new found level of fame and having no precedent on how to handle it. The best way to know what was going on was to get to know them and that wasn’t going to happen from reading someone else’s interpretation on who they were.  You decided that you could get a head start by looking at their individual spaces, what they cherished, collected, their style, all gave hints towards their individual personalities.  The main living quarters were sparse, modern and clean, other than the shoes at the front door the complex showed no signs of life. You had been entrusted with a key card that unlocked every room but you weren’t interested in rummaging through their things. If there was no mutual trust there was no progress to be made.  

     Opening doors and glimpsing through rooms one by one you mainly found family photos, pictures of pets, plushies, beauty products, cameras and sound equipment. Clothes ranged from work out gear to high fashion pieces and shoes, so many shoes. Exploring the dorms really gave you nothing extra to go off, what exactly were you going to do with the next few days? You made your way down to the practice room; it was a huge space covered in mirrors with tripod cameras in all corners. The sound system was the craziest you’ve ever seen and the multiple T. V’s were huge. You opened the laptop to see all of the iTunes songs in their library, thousands. Every member had a playlist which you opened to explore. Yoongi: mostly rap, Jungkook: ballads, Taehyung: EVERYTHING, Jimin: lots of classical. Now you were getting somewhere! A person’s playlist was definitely a window to their soul. You decided to go back upstairs throw on some comfortable clothes, ransack the fridge and head back down for a private listening party.  

    You opened the door to your room and grabbed your suitcase, too many stuffy work clothes. You seriously underestimated the situation and didn’t pack enough casual clothes. You’d have to go out and grab some stuff tomorrow. Until then you opened the nearest door to yours and slid the closet open. Rows of oversized T-Shirts hung off the rail, all color coordinated, you’d put it back before they even knew. You grabbed a plain white t and headed back to change. You threw on a pair of booty shorts, the borrowed T (god it smelt good) and threw your hair into a messy bun. Comfort accomplished. 

      The kitchen was filled with instant everything. You knew they were boys but the sophistication of their cupboards rivaled that of a frat house. The food issues began, and would end here. You enlisted the help of some seriously large trash bags and started dumping out everything that wasn’t fit for human consumption. With not much left you made toast with Jam for yourself and a list of everything you would need to re stock the kitchen. There was plenty of soju, which would be a sin to throw out, so you grabbed a glass and a bottle. 

        Finished with the purge you got in the private elevator and headed back to the practice room. You brought the laptop to the floor and began going through video files. One caught your eye “Coming of Age Ceremony Jimin & Jungkook” you hit play and locked eyes with the big screen. The breathy intro started and you immediately recognized those Timberlands from the entryway upstairs. The hypnotic music moved with their bodies and you couldn’t take your eyes off the two amazing dancers. You grabbed your glass and hit play again. 

    You hesitantly opened your eyes, not really sure how you got back upstairs to your room. You could hear loud voices in the dorm and instantly panicked. Shit, it was either management or the boys, regardless you weren’t exactly in your most professional state right now. Deciding you’d have to face it eventually you grabbed a large sweater and made your way out the bedroom door to the kitchen.  

   Rounding the corner seven sets of eyes ambushed you. “Well Goodmorning”, Seokjin said introducing himself and handing you a cup of coffee. “Hi”, you offered. “You aren’t supposed to be back yet”. “Well, this place is wired and when you unlocked our studios with a card that wasn’t one of our own the security system sent alerts to our phones. Then the cameras in the practice room had been triggered so we decided to watch and see what was going on, I’m Namjoon. We thought we should come back before you got rid of everything in the kitchen”. Your jaw dropped and you were positive your face must be the brightest shade of red “I’m Y/N”. “You picked up the choreography from the videos pretty fast, I was impressed, I’m J- Hope" he said leaving the room. “You might just be a faster rapper than me” Yoongi offered with a smirk. “So cute, Y/N, this is Yeontan and I’m V. You looked like you were having so much fun” “Did you guys really watch me all night?” you pleaded.  Jimin Laughed, “I’m pretty sure you’re going to be my new drinking buddy.” “All I know is, you’re a T shirt thief who threw out all my snacks” you looked at him apologetically, “So you must be Kookie?” 

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