#does anyone know how to actually rest instead of scroll social media in bed for hours on end 🙆🏻‍♀️

[lost-and-ephemeral]

helloooo, can i req cuddling with love and deepspace boys? :))

Imagine: Loving Embrace (ft. main trio)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader (seperate)

Tags: pure fluff

A/N: i'm still feeling pretty bad mentally because too many things happened and i'm no longer taking antidepressants, but this little cute request was hard to resist ♡ I decided to focus on different situations instead of writing simple hcs for cuddles

Sylus' part is here

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Rafayel: Cuddles for Inspiration

"Come here, I can't find my inspiration without you."

At least that's what Rafayel always says when he can't find the right balance between painting and wanting to spend time with you. So why not combine both!

Yes, he's covered in paint and, yes, its smell completely soaked his clothes, but you never say no to him. How could anyone resist his cute pouty face when he's asking for something like this?

The moment Rafayel pulls you by the waist and sits you on his lap, be prepared to spend a very, very long time like this. Especially if he's really inspired by your closeness.

And he just can't let go of his muse in the middle of the creative process, right?

Rafayel holds you firmly but gently by your waist while his chin rests on your shoulder. His eyes are either closed as he thinks about something or focused on the canvas.

Sometimes his fingers draw invisible abstract shapes on your waist. He does it instinctively, without thinking. Or he plays with your own fingers while he draws details with his other hand.

"See? Without you, this painting wouldn't be complete."

Zayne: Cuddles for Productivity

"I need some cuddles to promote the production of oxytocin."

Zayne… Always remains Zayne, covering up his own desire to be closer to you with various medical terms and researches. It is cute in it's own way, actually.

He loves it when you hold him in your arms and he can completely relax for a while, resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. He'll definetely call it a way to check your heath too.

Zayne loves to cuddle before or after work most of the time, but he won't refuse to be there for you during his break at work.

He needs to find the energy to keep working, after all.

He probably prefers to keep quiet during yor cuddling session, but if you want to tell him something, go ahead, Zayne won't say a word against it.

In fact, he even enjoys hearing your stories. Just make sure they don't contain things about your work that might alarm him. Otherwise, he might go back into strict doctor mode. But it's still only because of his love and care for you.

"Have you heard that hugs or any other show of affection can have health benefits, including reducing fear, stress, and pain? So it is good for both of us."

Xavier: Cuddles for Sleep

"My internal battery is completely drained."

And with these words Xavier will make himself comfortable in your arms while you're lying on the couch or bed and scrolling on social media.

And that's not even a joke, he's actually completely exhausted after spending the last couple days on missions without proper rest. You know Xavier, he either works non-stop or goes into hibernation after that. It'll take some time to change his habits.

In this state, he's more like a big plush toy, and you can do whatever you want with him. But the best idea is to play with his hair. This action always relaxes him.

After all, only in your hands he can find such a desired comfort.

Xavier will tell you about how his last mission went while you cuddle. Well, he will try to do it before sleep finally consumes him. And you'll be able to hear perfectly how his voice grows quieter and quieter with each word.

He's so cute when he's sleepy, isn't he? You can even tell him that to get a quiet chuckle in return. Xavier doesn't mind your little teasing.

"It's so warm in your arms, I swear I… I can't stay awake anymore…"

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[bluewinnerangel]

I love your blog. Have I ever told you that? I FUCKING love your blog. You are a genius. A very.. extremely chaotic genius. You are crazy but a good type of crazy.

Yeah. That's all. I love you. And your blog. Just needed to ....express my thoughts.

Thank you so much asjffjsajd you don't even know but I think I needed to hear this at this very moment, you just made my day very much better so thank you perfect amazing you you

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[pinksatinsashes]

Hi hannah! recently there’s been some controversy of being “that girl” and how it’s glorified on tiktok. I love self improvement tumblr because it’s the best thing that’s happened to me and im sure a lot of us! it’s a sense of community! It’s giving me anxiety that “that girl” is being looked down upon when it’s a motivator factor for me to be my dream girl

Hi angel!

Honestly I don't get the controversy and hatred of the trend if I'm being completely honest. I'm not sure if it's because I've made an effort not to get annoyed or bothered by things that don't matter or what but my ultimate verdict is:

It's really not that deep.

I live a life of not stressing my self out about things that don't matter so when I see others doing it, it's just like? Why?

When I see something dumb I go "well that's dumb" then I scroll along. I don't go on about it and ruin it for other people.

Anyway, you want my opinion so lets get into it.

As I said I get both sides.

The Positive Side

The "That girl" trend has inspired a lot of people to take better care of themselves. Do regular exercise, eat better, take care of their mental health.

And seeing as right now things that are being glorified are:

Getting plastic surgery to fit the beauty standard (which is literally always changing)

Victimising yourself in literally every way possible.

Talking bad about yourself as a form of "humour".

Binge eating unhealthy food for views.

Doing drugs and binge drinking.

Trauma dumping

Sharing literally every detail of your life for full on strangers to see.

Being a bimbo????

The That Girl trend is absolutely not the worst thing to come out of tiktok or social media in general.

Now do I think the 'That girl' trend is the best thing ever? Absolutely not.

The Negative Side

Now I'm not even going to talk about how people think its unrealistic and unattainable because I completely disagree and wholeheartedly believe that people are trying to make excuses.

Because waking up early drinking green juice, working out, journalling and meditating really isn't that hard.

I can genuinely do all of that before 9am if I wanted to. Do I? No, because I don't want to.

I don't like green juice and it's really not that great for you. By juicing the fruit and veg you're removing the majority of the fibre and leaving a bunch of sugar with reduced nutritional value. Now this would be fine if it actually tasted good, but it doesn't to me. I'm not trying to act like I'm better than anyone but if I'm going to drink something with very little nutritional value it better taste good.

I don't like waking up "early" to go work out. I wake up at 7-8am every day and that's good enough for me. I also don't like working out in the morning, it tires me out. I work out at 4pm, get home, cook and eat my dinner then chill for a few hours and go to sleep. I always get the best sleep when I do this and it's what works best for me.

I also don't like meditating or journalling in the morning either, I do both those things right before bed.

This all leads to my biggest problem about this trend.

While scrolling through tiktok the other day (before I deleted it) I saw this girl showing the behind the scenes to her self care account. The things she shows in those videos she didn't actually do. She'd get into her shower, film turning it on and never get in, film the face masks and never put them on and lay out pyjamas that she never wore.

It got me to thinking, how many people on the "That girl" trend are actually doing the things that they show and how many are just holding the pose for a second or two for the video then go pig out on the sofa.

My biggest problem is that people are doing it for the trend, for the aesthetic.

The that girl trend is an issue because of what it is.

The that girl trend is about becoming THAT girl that everyone sees on social media that has their life together, and while that isn't inherently wrong, the problem is that it's not really about being "That girl" it's about LOOKING like that girl.

No one is really doing the exercise to look after their body and become healthier, they're doing it to post it on their stories.

No one is drinking green juice because they like it or because it's good for them, they're drinking it because of the trend.

That's the problem, people aren't actually improving themselves, they're just pretending to.

Because self improvement isn't about waking up early drinking green juice, working out, journalling and meditating.

It's about doing things in that are actually achievable and can be maintained. There is no way that I can maintain waking up at 5am everyday to go to the gym, I tried it and I hated it. Now I wake up when I want to and go to the gym at a time that makes sense for me.

Self improvement isn't about journalling because of a trend, it's about journalling for whichever reason that you want to journal. I journal to organise and make sense of my thoughts which VASTLY helps my mental health. Others my journal just so they can look back on their previous days.

Self improvement isn't about eating healthy because of a trend, it's about eating healthy because listen, you only have this one life and this body and if you're going to be here living you better make the most of it and look after yourself.

When you do things because it's trendy, you miss the point a lot of the time. For example, half the 'healthy' meals I see aren't even that healthy. And also what's healthy for me may not be healthy for you.

Self improvement is about improving yourself, not about trying to come across a certain way for social media.

That girl isn't being looked down upon, "That girl" is inspiring but guess what, she does what she does because she wants to and it makes sense for her. not for social media.

Lastly, my love to answer the rest of your question.

"That Girl" Tikok vs Self Improvement Tumblr

I honestly don't think they're the same at all, though they can be if you only follow the aesthetic accounts on Tumblr.

I find that self improvement Tumblr teaches you ways to improve your life. Teaches you how to set boundaries and how to make yourself feel and look better. I've seen so many posts speaking out about being yourself and not following trends.

Self improvement Tumblr is about ACTUAL change. It teaches you how and TikTok just shows you the aesthetic and not so much the hard work that it takes to get there.

TikTok doesn't explain why you drink green juice, just that ooh it looks so pretty with this filter on it.

I've never seen a blog tell you to do something without telling you why, this way you can make an informed decision instead of just taking peoples word for it.

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I hope this makes you feel better as I understand where you're coming from. Theres nothing wrong with being inspired by the trend or motivated by it. That's the whole point of it. But it's just not helpful when you're making moves to improve yourself because it doesn't tell you how to do it, it just shows you the final product.

Doing all the things that girl does won't make you that girl. Nor should you want to be. You should be the best version of yourself, not someone else.

And also, don't let other peoples thoughts on a trend take the fun out of it for you, you are more than capable of forming your own thoughts and opinions and you should.

Anxiety is hard I know. But there's such a beautiful freedom that comes from not caring about others opinions on you and doing what works best for you.

MUAH xx

[blu-joons]

BTS Reaction: You Feel Insecure Because You’re Younger Than Them

Jin:

You always tried hard to ignore remarks from fans about the age difference between you both, but as you caught a comment from a few fans as you walked down the street, they stuck firmly in your mind as you carried on.

“Can we go home?” You asked him as he tried to pull you into another store, “I’m not comfortable here when fans are around us both.”

He stopped, turning to face you. “Is this because of what the fans said that we passed earlier? Let’s not let them get to us and let’s enjoy our day together instead.”

You sighed, looking around at all the young people in the shopping centre, “I’m the same age as most of the people here, and yet they’re making me feel so insecure.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m right here by your side.”

“There’s too many fans around here.”

He nodded, seeing how worried you were becoming, “alright, if it will make you happier, let’s go home, we can always come back here when it’s quieter.”

“I’m sorry if I ruined the day Jin, it’s just making me worry.”

“Don’t be silly, you ruined nothing jagi.”

Yoongi:

It was normal for you to spend time at the studio with all of the boys, they loved you being around and seeing Yoongi happy with you, it was great having someone new around that helped with the dynamic in the group.

“Y/N’s the baby of the group,” Hoseok chuckled, clapping his hands together, “she’s much younger than Yoongi which makes her such a youngster here too.”

You sighed, looking away from Hobi, across to Yoongi, who could tell that the comment got under your skin. “Y/N’s age has no influence on our relationship, so I wouldn’t worry Hoseok.”

Hearing him call him by his full name made Hobi jump, looking at you both, “I didn’t mean it to be rude, I just meant that there is a bit of a difference between the two of you.”

“And we don’t let it get to us, it’s no big deal, and not a joke.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny hyung.”

You sighed, resting your hand over Hobi’s, “let’s just drop it before this escalates into something bigger than it needs to be, it’s no big deal, just a comment.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you Y/N if that’s what happened.” “It’s fine Hobi, don’t worry about it.”

Hoseok:

He made you jump walking into the bedroom, you slammed your laptop shut quickly which only made him more suspicious about what was going on, watching as you tried to hide the device underneath your pillow.

“Did I scare you?” He asked, sitting down on the end of the bed, reaching across for the laptop, “I saw how quickly you hid it; I know you’re up to something, which clearly upset you.”

You sighed, watching as he opened up your social media page, “I just got intrigued, I thought something might have changed, but clearly I was wrong thinking the fans liked me.”

He frowned, closing the top down once again, “you shouldn’t listen to what they say, I love you, and that should be all that matters to you, not any of them.” “It does matter, but I always wonder what they think too.”

“Don’t wonder, it’s all irrelevant to us.”

You sighed once more, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders, “it just makes me feel so unappreciated when I see them speak so terribly.” “You know you’re always going to be appreciated by me though.”

“I do, I’m very grateful to have you.”

Namjoon:

You were quiet when he walked through the front door, it was rare for you to be so quiet whenever he came home, he tried to hug you, but there was no reaction from you which instantly had him concerned.

“Are you alright?” He asked, cupping the side of your face, “why do you look like you’ve been crying? You’re worrying me a little bit,” he sighed, trying to get you to talk to him.

Your eyes fell to the floor, “I’ve been thinking about a few things, wondering why you’re still with me when I’m so much younger than you, does it ever feel weird to you?”

Instantly his head shook, trying to make you look up at him again, “I love you, age is just a number to me, you know that, I’d never not want to be with you because of your age.”

“You really don’t want to date anyone who is actually your own age?”

“I want no one else but you.”

You sighed feeling his arms wrap around your frame, squeezing you tightly, “I’m sorry that I’m getting so worked up, it’s just been playing on my mind.” “I know, but I’ll always be here to reassure you that I want you.”

“You’re the best sometimes, do you know that?”

Jimin:

As soon as he invited you to attend the company dinner with him your nerves grew, you hated any sort of gathering that he invited you to, mainly because you were so much younger than most people in the room.

“I really want to show you off,” he told you as he showed you the event, “there’s so many people who always love to see you at these things, they miss when you’re not around too.”

You smiled softly, “I don’t like being around so many people when I’m so much younger, most of them look at me like I’m child, you’re young anyway but I’m like a baby.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, “people can say whatever they want, I really want you there for me, and the boys will want you there too.”

“I don’t want people to look at me though Jimin.”

“They won’t, I promise you.”

Eventually your head nodded, you were sill reluctant, but you wanted to be there for him. “I’ll go, but one comment or look, and I’m gone.”

“That’s fine, it means a lot that you will come with me.”

“It’s for you, that’s the only reason I’m there.”

Taehyung:

You sighed as he moved your legs out of the way so that he could move the hoover around you, trying to tidy up your apartment a bit. You groaned, you hated how he moved you out of the way when you were busy too.

“Do you think you could do the washing up?” He asked you, pointing into the kitchen, “it’s been left on the side for far too long when it has to be someone’s responsibility.

You looked across at him, shrugging your shoulders. “If you’re trying to tell me that I don’t pull my weight around here then just tell me rather than being like that.”

He turned the hoover off, frowning across at you. “You don’t do enough around here, and that’s probably because you’re too young to realise what looking after yourself means.”

“I’m trying, but I’ve still got a lot of learning to do about living away from home.”

“I know, it’s all new to you really, isn’t it?”

You nodded, standing up from the sofa, switching off your phone, “I’m going to try and do more though, I need to grow up at some point if I’m going to live here.” “I didn’t mean to have a go at you or make you feel bad Y/N.”

“You haven’t, I need to do a bit more.”

Jungkook:

Most days Jungkook was in your ear making sure that you didn’t read any comments because he knew how much the fans loved to comment about you, specifically about the fact that you were younger than him.

“Are you reading comments again?” He asked you when he found you scrolling through your laptop, “I asked you not to read them because they’re all a load of rubbish anyway.”

He sat down beside you, reading through a few of the first ones you glanced at, “they’re not rubbish Jungkook, they are the opinions of your fans, it should matter to you what they say.”

His head shook, “there’s no way I’m going to value their opinions when they’re being rude to you, I’m not going to see them speak to you like that.”

“Maybe what they’re saying is what you should listen to.”

“I’m not going to listen to that.”

You closed the laptop down, allowing your eyes to shut for a few moments, “it’s not easy having to deal with all of this, it can’t be good for you.”

“I’ll sort things, I don’t want to see you hurt Y/N.”

“I’ll be alright, I’ve learnt to ignore it now.”

---

Masterlist

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Tis the long await fic....

First time (Jumin x MC, NSFW, FLUFF)

Summary: What happens when you put two horny virgins in a room, the two of them not even knowing how to put a condom on? Chaos. Absolute chaos.

.......

"Mm Jumin I think I'm ready." You said between kisses, looking at your boyfriend straight in the eyes. He stopped and looked at you, caressing your cheek.

"You're sure?" He asked, and you nodded, smiling up at him shyly. Jumin smiled lovingly back and cupped your cheek, kissing you passionately, his hands unbottoning your shirt. You helped by taking his shirt off (today he didn't have to work, so thankfully it was just one layer of clothes.) And you ran your hands through his bare chest. Jumin sighed happily and started taking your bra off, while you slipped down your panties.

After a few tries Jumin pulled away and gave you a confused look. "Love, could you please help me out? I can't seem to work out how to remove your brassiere...."

You giggled as you looked at your boyfriend's adorable confused face and he blushed.

"It's just harder than I thought it would be....." He mumbled, and you chuckled, quickly pecking him on the lips.

"It's fine Jumin, I got it!" In a few seconds you had taken your bra off. Jumin looked in awe. Mostly because of your beautiful body, but also because he couldn't believe how you managed to take that thing off in a matter of seconds and just with one hand.

You blushed and started to cover your body a bit, but Jumin gently grabbed your hands and began kissing all over your neck and made his way down your chest. You shivered at the feeling of his cool lips against your skin. Jumin smiled and gently pushed you down for you to lay on your back, taking his pants off.

You pulled him down to kiss him while he took his undergarments off and was now laying bare on top of you. You were both blushing and panting. But Jumin had this look of love and adoration that you found adorable. He kept kissing your neck and then glanced up at you.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you nodded, closing your eyes. You waited to feel him finally be inside of you, for the two of you to become one for the first time.

You heard him let out a shaky breath and you braced yourself again. Maybe he was nervous, he could take his time.

So you kept waiting.

And waiting.

You opened your eyes and decided to speak up when you heard him mumbling to himself.

"Jumin...?" You asked, and he looked at you, surprised.

"Yes love?"

"Is everything alright?"

Jumin stared at you and then sighed, a slight trace of red on his cheeks.

"I'm afraid I do not know what to do now. I expected something to happen, but it's been a few minutes and nothing has. I thought the process of penetration began automatically, but it seems we have to do something to get it started. I just don't know what."

You felt your eyes widen and slowly sat up, Jumin quickly moving to sit beside you.

You found it adorable as heck that he was nervous and didn't really know what to do., You tried to answer him and give him instructions but then.....you couldn't reply.

And that's when you realized that you had never really paid attention to the video they showed you in the sex education class and had never really talked about it with anyone else.

You were stuck.

"Jumin.... I'd love to answer your question but uh....I don't think I....I don't think I know...."

Jumin raised an eyebrow and, after thinking nodded. He quickly grabbed his phone and started typing something.

"Jumin, what are you doing?" You asked, looking at his phone.

He kept his eyes on the screen, scrolling through, but still answered.

"Normally I prefer to use books instead of the internet, but it's the closest thing we have right now. I'm trying to figure out how to have sex."

Your eyes widened and you let out a laugh, and then covered your mouth. As funny as it sounded, Jumin was actually right. The internet was the only solution right now.

"Oh, hey read this one! It has steps!" You pointed to an article and Jumin clicked it.

"Step number one." He read. "Maintain physical connection. Engaging in cuddling and kissing is essential for maintaining an emotional and physical bond."

"We've been doing that right? Check!" You said, and Jumin nodded.

"Use lubrication. Often the vaginal dryness that-"

"Jumin next one!" You didn't exactly want to hear while trying to have sex, about how your vagina worked. Besides it was definetly killing the mood. You decided to change the subject and look at the next step. "Practice touching."

"Love, it says here that I should ask you where and how you like to be touched. I apologize I did not do so sooner." Jumin said sincerely, and you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

"It's alright. I'm sorry I didn't ask you either...could you tell me what you want?"

Jumin ran a hand through his hair and looked at the ground. "I'm afraid I've never really thought about it, so I can't give you an answer. What about you?"

You chuckled. "Me neither I have no idea. Does this article even explain how to have sex? How are we supposed to- oh wait!" You gently took Jumin's phone from his hands and typed something. Then you clicked on a link and gave him a triumphant smile.

"Porn!!" You said. Jumin looked at you, taken aback for a minute and then nodded understanding what you meant.

"That's right....if we watch pornographic content then we should be able to understand how it works. That was a really good idea love." He smiled porudly at you and kissed your forehead, and then got closer to you to look at the screen, making your bare shoulders touch.

You two spent the next twenty minutes binge watching some....questionable porn videos. You had to admit that some of them were....well....you were not prepared. Not only that, but you two couldn't help but comment at a few of them.

"Is that really how it works?" You asked at one point.

"This actress is not giving enough emotion. Someone should have really given her acting classes." Jumin commented on the second video.

"Yeah that's true. I just don't feel like she's feeling it you know? It looks way too fake."

After a long time, Jumin decided to give up and put on his pants and quickly walk over to look for a certain thing on his bookshelf.

You decided to watch a bit more porn but found out it wasn't as fun with Jumin by your side judging the actor's performance, so you scrolled through social media and saved some cat videos to show to Jumin later.

Meanwhile, Jumin was stacking up all his Playboy magazines and started studying. He read through every single magazine, studying the pictures, absorbing every drop of knowledge.

And then finally....he was ready.

He walked into the room and you looked at him excitedly.

"Did you figure it out?!" You asked, and Jumin smiled, nodding.

"Yes. I believe I've read enough in the matter to understand what to do. Would you want to continue?" He looked up at you and you excitedly nodded. He took his pants off and walked over to the bed, kneeling on top of you and moving a strand of hair away from your face.

You blushed and kissed him. The room becaming hotter and hotter in a matter of seconds, the kisses were now rough and passionate. As Jumin nipped and sucked on your chest (something he found out you really enjoyed) you felt a warm feeling begin to spread across your legs. You whimpered and Jumin stopped sucking, looking at you.

"Would you like me to put it in now?" He whispered, and you nodded. He placed a hand in between your legs and then kissed you, smirking. "It seems we won't need the lubricant. You're wet enough for me to put it in. Let me just get the condom." He started moving but you grabbed his hand and shook your head.

"I-its fine, I'm o-on the pill. P-please just do s-something....my body it's...it's so hot...please do something Jumin....I need to you..." You pleaded, and then, before you could say anything else, you gasped as you felt Jumin quickly thrust his hips against you, inserting himself inside you. You felt tears form in your eyes and Jumin kissed them and wiped them again with his hand.

"Sorry love...I just...you were being so adorable and I couldn't help myself...does it hurt?"

You whimpered, but then shook your head.

Jumin began gently thrusting, the two of you gasping and moaning everytime he moved his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and then let out a yelp as you felt him hit a spot that felt amazing. Jumin stopped, alarmed, and glanced over at you, asking if he should continue.

You nodded, unable to speak, and then kissed him.

"Y-you can keep going... j-just...please be gentle..." You managed to whisper.

You saw Jumin's expression change and gasped as you felt him harden inside of you. Jumin's eyes were filled with lust, and he kissed you deeply before saying, "I'm sorry love, I can't hold back anymore. Bear with me for a bit now..."

You moaned as you felt him thrust insanely hard inside you, his movements now quick and rough.

"J-Ju-Jumin! A-aah!!! I- ah, it's...I...mngh I...ANGHHH, toooo...too faaaa-ast! Mmmph agh, it's so-o-o.. good! It's so good, ah! Ah!"

Jumin kissed you, cupping your cheeks.

"L-love...mgh...you're...you...you feel amazing.....ahhh, I think I'm going to....mmph, I'm going to come soon...." He said between kisses and you nodded.

"M-me too! MNNNGH, Jumin!"

"I love you..." He whispered as he nuzzled your nose.

"L-love you...t-too..."

The two of you quickly reached your climax, letting out a pleasure filled scream, and when you were done you were both left panting. Jumin didn't move yet from his spot, not wanting to hurt you. When you looked up at him you smiled, and he smiled back. The two of you kissed each other softly, humming happily.

"That was fun." You said, and Jumin chuckled.

"It was. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Those playboy magazines did end up being useful huh?" You joked, and Jumin chuckled.

"It seems like it. Although the videos did help too."

"I'm glad at least now we know how it works. For next time y'know?" You said, and Jumin kissed your forehead, smiling.

"I know. Although I am a bit more curious about the other things you could do when having sex. It's actually a very interesting topic, it's really diverse. And there are a few things I'd like to try out, especially about positions. Then there's also this other part of the subject that I found fascinating, people usually call it something like bd- "

You quickly kissed him and pet his head, giggling. "Alrigh, alright buddy, let's take it slow. Why don't we go take a shower and then we can talk about this later? As much as I enjoyed it, right now I feel really dirty....and sticky..."

Jumin laughed. "Of course love, as you wish." He started carrying you bridal style towards the bathroom.

Although in the end you did a bit more than take a shower, so you lasted there a bit longer than usual.

Even if the two of you were new at this, it was great!

And you had to admit that for beginners? The two of you didn't do bad.

[ethereal-bang]

Stormy Night

Authors Note: Hey guys!! It’s finally here, my first fic to post! AANNND ITS SEUNGMIN SMUT YOU’RE WELCOME this probably seems very rough and rushed and I’m sorry lol it’s my first time writing smut and my first time in a few years writing a fic, but I’m really happy with it!

Characters: Seungmin x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k (oops lol) 

Type: Friends to Lovers, An equal amount of fluff as there is smut “There’s enough room on the bed for both of us”, somewhat of a buildup

This piece of fiction is intended for adult audiences, 18+ ONLY 

Watching the rain as it hits the windshield, a mild feeling of panic starts to wash over you. The storm was getting bad, and it would be getting dark pretty soon. Looking back on it, maybe taking the 18 hour road trip home with Seungmin wasn’t the smartest idea you’d had. You were nearly half way there, so close but so far to your hometown, where you insisted--no, begged for Seungmin to come with you due to a family wedding that you wanted no part in, but were obligated to be at. Not to mention, your cousins had been pestering you about when you were finally going to bring a plus one to such important family gatherings.

“So Y/N,” your cousin started, and you immediately feel a little panic set in, knowing where this was going. “Is your boyfriend coming with you to Jennie’s wedding? I mean..you do have a boyfriend, right?” You can hear the smirk in her voice over the phone, asking about the wedding that you would be attending this weekend. Every time one of these events take place, she’s always there to make fun of your relationship-- or lack thereof. Searching around the room as you try to think of an excuse, your eyes land on your best friend, Seungmin, who is sitting on the couch watching some drama he had turned on when your cousin called. An idea forming, you slowly smile. “Actually..yes. I am bringing my boyfriend with me.” At your words, Seungmin’s ears perk up and he turns to look at you. Eyes going wide, he immediately catches onto your plan, mouthing words of protest at you as you try to wave him off. “Yes. We will make sure to be there by noon. Okay, I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you later bye!” You tell your cousin, quickly getting her off the phone as Seungmin has now stood up and was making his way towards you. 

Hanging up the phone, Seungmin looks at you like you're crazy. “No.” He says quickly, not letting you get a word in edgewise. “No. I am NOT going to play boyfriend at this wedding. Please don’t make me do it,” he pleads, eyes going wide. “Seungmiiiinnnn,” you whine, “it’ll only be for a weekend, please just hear me out!” you beg. He shakes his head in resistance and you groan, throwing yourself onto the couch. “Pleeease. I’ll do anything!” At this, he stops. “Anything?” You nod at him, looking hopeful. “Do my biology homework for a week and you’ve got yourself a deal.” You smile at him, surprise taking over your features. “Done.” you beam, and he groans, not thinking you would actually agree. 

And that was how you got here, Seungmin volunteering to drive the first half of the way. However, you weren’t expecting the rain to hit as hard as it was. Sensing you were a tad bit anxious at the growing storm, Seungmin takes a hand off the steering wheel and places it on your thigh. You really wish he wouldn’t do that.

It’s no secret that your best friend is attractive. Seungmin is a traditionally handsome kinda guy-- brown, soft hair, big chocolate eyes that scrunch at the corners when he smiles and a laugh that can brighten anyone’s day. You take a second to appreciate said features, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the blush making its way to your cheeks and focusing on the road instead.

Yeah...so maybe you have a thing for your best friend. No big deal.

A loud crack of thunder pulls you out of your trance, and it starts to rain even harder, if that was even possible. “Seungmin..” you start, voice small, “maybe we should stop somewhere, just until the rain calms down a little.” Your eyes are drawn to a road marker: “LODGING: EXIT 15 (1.5 miles)” Pointing it out to Seungmin, he nods and keeps an eye out for the next exit, which should be quickly approaching. “You’re right, man who would’ve thought it would rain this bad..” he says, trying to keep the car on the road despite the rain making it hard to see.

Soon enough, you see the neon lights of a hotel come into view. Seungmin, sighing with relief now that he won’t be driving in the dangerous weather, pulls into the parking lot. “You stay here, I’ll head inside and get us a room,” He says, undoing his seatbelt and pulling the hood on his jacket tight. You nod in response, watching him jog through the parking lot and into the lobby. You focus on the sounds of the rain, now oddly calming as you know you’re not going to be in it. Really, you were just worried about this wedding, wanting it to go well and hope that no one will see through the little act you’re about to put on with your best friend. 

A few minutes later, Seungmin runs back out to the car. Brandishing a key on a little feather chain, he smiles at you. “Got the room, let’s go on up.” You grab your backpacks that were sitting in the back seat, and follow Seungmin to the room. Upon opening the door, you take a look around at the place you’ll call home for the night. A patterned rug, wall lights soft but warm which make the room feel oddly cozy, and dark red curtains make you laugh, feeling comfort in the very stereotypical decor. That is, until your eyes fall on the bed.

That’s right, the bed. One bed. For the two of you.

Now, you’ve had sleepovers with Seungmin plenty of times, memories of all nighters before finals and drunken celebrations crossing your mind. However, when he stayed over you almost always ended up falling asleep on the couch; TV playing a movie that eventually neither of you could keep your minds focused on, too occupied with the idea of sweet sweet sleep. Your back might have hated you for not sleeping in your own bed, but waking up on the couch with Seungmin’s head resting atop yours was something you’ll always find comfort in; his hair tickling your forehead as you take in your surroundings. 

“Only one bed?” You ask him, feeling a little nervous. “Yeah, it was all they had left..I can sleep on the floor if you want me to, it’s no big deal.” He shrugs as he sets his bag down on the table near the front door. The idea of him sleeping on a hotel carpet does not sit well with you, thinking of how many people have been through this room and questioning just what has went down here. “No no it’s okay. I don’t want you sleeping on the floor. There’s enough room on the bed for the both of us “ You say, trying to hide the nervous tint in your voice. “Are you sure?” He asks and you nod your head, not wanting your voice to betray you. Shrugging his shoulders, Seungmin announces that he’s going to take a shower, feeling gross after being in the car since the early hours of the morning and being caught in the rain. 

You get comfortable in the hotel room, setting your things down and getting ready to let sleep take you over. While laying in the bed, as close to one side as you possibly can, you scroll through your social media as Seungmin finally makes his way out of the bathroom. Glancing up  at him from your screen, you hold back a gasp as you take in the way he looks: Hair still a little wet, a fresh tshirt that fits his arms just right and his grey sweatpants sitting a little low on his hips making you want to lift his shirt and kiss the exposed skin. Your mind goes absolutely insane as you try to push the thoughts away, wanting to get some sleep. 

Picking up the covers, Seungmin slides in next to you and chuckles about how apprehensive you seem. “You know, Y/N, you’re almost falling off the bed. You don’t have to be so far away.” he says, getting under the covers and making himself comfy. “No, really, I’m alright,” you lie to him, wanting to maintain your distance otherwise your sanity will slowly chip away. Even with the small distance in between you, you can smell the cinnamon of his body wash, one that you’ve definitely used on the occasional chance that you’ve stayed at his apartment. The scent is almost intoxicating, because it’s just purely..Seungmin. “Okay, suit yourself. Try and get some sleep, I set an alarm for the morning so we’ll be fine,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a yawn. You set your phone down on the side table and turn off the lamp, closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep, willing away dreams of the boy who is snoring peacefully next to you. (Seriously? How did he fall asleep so fast?)

You almost had a peaceful sleep. Almost.

You’re unsure how much time has passed, but your slumber was rudely interrupted by a very bright strike of lightning, loud thunder following not too close behind. The sound made you wake in a panic, heart racing and sitting straight up in bed. Once you realized what was happening you lay back down, trying to relax yourself back to sleep.

It wasn’t working. The lightning and thunder continued, and for some reason you just cannot bring your brain to calm down enough. Tossing and turning, you’re thankful that the darkness can hide the blush on your cheeks as you take in Seungmin’s sleeping form. His mouth is partially open, soft snores emitting from it and making you smile. His hair has dried, fluffy and falling into his eyes where his lashes cast a delicate shadow onto his cheeks. 

Another crack of thunder makes you jump, and this time it was loud enough to make Seungmin stir too. Afraid he would wake up and catch you staring at him, you quickly shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep and praying that your best friend wouldn’t be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest. 

You hear Seungmin take in a deep breath, and he scoots a little closer to you. “I know you’re awake,” you hear him say, and the gentle yet sleepy tone makes you open your eyes, even though you were desperately trying to get yourself to fall asleep. Taking a look at him, you try to hide the fact that you’re a little flustered, but that isn’t easy as Seungmin reaches across the space in between you and pulls you into his chest. If he couldn’t hear your heart beating before, he should be able to feel it by now, but sure enough you relaxed in his hold, as if you were made for his arms to be wrapped around you. Seungmin runs his fingers through your hair in a slightly comforting gesture. “Thunderstorm keeping you up?” He asks quietly, and you nod your head. “It’s gotten worse. I hope it lets up before we have to leave…” you trail off, and Seungmin just shushes you, the patterns he’s drawing on his scalp slowing to a stop as he holds you.

Taking a chance, you look up at your best friend, nose touching his chin as he lays there with his eyes closed. Sensing your stare, he pulls away a little and looks at you, and that’s when you see it. Something is there, but you’re not quite able to make it out.

That is, until suddenly Seungmin is leaning down towards you, face coming closer slowly as if to gauge your reaction. Taking the plunge, you meet him halfway in a searing kiss, one that you did not expect to come from him right now, or ever.

You were always positive that your feelings for Seungmin were unrequited, looking for signs that he may have even the littlest bit of feelings for you over the years. Maybe you’re just oblivious, but all of those thoughts fly out the window at the feeling of his lips on yours, the hand that was once on your waist now on your cheek, his other hand still in your hair.

You stay like that for a few minutes, just kissing, enjoying the fact that you’re both finally getting what you wanted. You’re the first one to pull away, out of breath and absolutely smitten.

“You,” Seungmin starts, a shy smile on his lips as he looks at your pink cheeks, “have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” he confesses, and it makes you smile. “Well, why’d you stop?” you tease and pull him back down for another kiss.

The first kiss was gentle, loving, sweet. Everything you ever expected of Kim Seungmin. The second kiss, however, turned into something deeper, more sensual and passionate as you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip, him granting you access but immediately fighting you for dominance. You let him win, giving into the feelings that were slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. His hold on you tightens, and he pushes you into the mattress, hovering over you while still driving you absolutely insane. His hands move under your shirt, the brunette tracing circles on your hip bones that automatically start a fire inside of you. His kisses move down to your neck, biting on a spot between your neck and your collarbone which elicits a small groan of his name from your mouth.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath, the noise you made clearly affecting him. He pushes his hands farther up your shirt and looks at you for permission. “Can I?” he asks, and you simply nod your head, raising your arms to help him get you out of your shirt. 

Being in front of Seungmin in this way was totally new-- the most he’s ever seen of you is in a bikini, and even then you wore a tshirt over it more often than not. You go to cover yourself but Seungmin moves your arms away and his lips immediately attach to your chest, making eye contact with you as his tongue runs across your nipple. Seungmin seems to be spurred on by the noises you’re making, running his hands up and down your sides, going lower each time but refusing to put his hands where you really want them. He pulls away for a quick moment, and you whine at the loss of contact. Seungmin sits up, a chuckle falling from his lips as he takes off his own tshirt, and you can’t help but stare at the lithe body that’s presented before you. You’ve always known he was in shape, but watching his muscles flex with each movement he makes suddenly makes you very impatient. 

Suddenly he’s back on you, lips traveling farther down to your core and the knot in your stomach tightens a little bit more with each kiss he leaves on your body. “You,” he begins, “are the most. Beautiful. Woman. I. have. Ever. seen.” he accentuates each word with a kiss, starting at your ribcage and ending on your inner thighs. His lips are ghosting your core, opting to continue the sweet kisses on your inner thighs. “Seungmin..please,” you whine out, a hand moving down to grip his hair. “What do you want, baby? I need you to use your words,” he says with a smirk on his face. 

“Seungmin please. I need your tongue, your fingers, fuck anything just...touch me. Please,” you beg him. Happy to hear your breathy moans, he finally slips off your sleep shorts and your underwear at once, running a finger through your folds. “So, so pretty,” he says in amazement, reveling in the fact that you’re soaked, and it’s all for him. 

Seungmin begins placing soft kitten licks to your clit, the feeling making you want to roll your eyes into the back of your head. Instead you opt to watch him, his eyes completely blown with lust as he adds a finger to the mix. Looking up at you to gauge your reaction, Seungmin is more than happy with what he sees. Your eyes have gone dark, trying not to throw your head back in pleasure because you want to watch as he slowly has you falling apart around him. 

The feeling of his finger inside you makes you whimper. It’s nice, but it’s nowhere near enough. “Seungmin..please stop teasing,” you beg him. He looks up at you questioningly. “Nu uh baby, I have to get you ready for me,” “I am ready for you, Seungmin, God please-- just fuck me,”

Hearing the absolute desperation in your voice, he decides to grant you mercy, removing his fingers and pulling your legs up a little higher. “You sure?” he asks once more, looking for your consent before you cross a boundary that the two of you will never be able to come back from. You pull him down to you for a kiss, hoping that he can feel all of the emotions you’re pouring into it. “Seungmin, I want you. In every sense of the word. I have never been so sure about something,” you say. With a gentle smile on his lips, he leans back to pull down his sweatpants, cock springing up against his stomach. You feel your heart begin to beat even faster-- as if that was possible-- knowing what was coming.

Seungmin runs the head of his cock in between your folds, something that has you keening with pleasure and excitement. Leaning close to you, he takes your hand in his, and uses his free hand to guide his cock into your entrance. Seungmin lets out a deep groan that mirrors your own, getting lost in the feeling of how tight you feel around him. The stretch stings for just a moment, but is soon replaced with a feeling of absolute euphoria. It’s like Seungmin was made for you; feeling absolutely full once he bottoms out. He stays like that for a moment or two, letting you get adjusted to the feeling as he peppers kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You wiggle your hips just a bit, and Seungmin gets the hint. Slowly pulling out, you moan at the feeling of him inside you. He picks up a steady pace, not too fast but not agonizingly slow. 

The only sounds that can be heard in the room are skin slapping, and your moans mixed with Seungmin’s quieter noises as well. “F-fuck,” he stutters, hips starting to move faster, hitting you harder and looking for your gspot. “S-seungmin dont..d-dont stop,” you say, the knot in your stomach turning white hot as he continued.

Seungmin leans in closer to you, your legs pushed up against your chest and the position has you seeing stars. Feeling your wall clench around him, one of Seungmin’s hands travels down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. His high was approaching too, but he wanted to make sure that you came before he did. “Oh my god,” you breathe out as the knot in your stomach finally snaps, vision going white and the only thing coming from your mouth is Seungmin’s name, repeated like a mantra that you would live by your entire life. Not even seconds later Seungmin’s orgasm comes, triggered by your wall tightening around him. You feel him fill you completely, a soft moan let out as you both finally come down from your highs.

Pulling out and laying back down beside you, Seungmin pulls you close to him once again. “I meant what I said, you know. About wanting you. I do. All of the time,” you quietly say, still a little out of breath and your cheeks flushing pink. Throwing his arm over your waist, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “I know. I want you too, always. Y/N, would you do me the honors and be my actual girlfriend?” He asks, looking you in the eyes. You smile softly, leaning into kiss him once more.

“Absolutely,” you say, right before sleep takes you, the thunderstorm completely forgotten.

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A/N: Hey! If you’ve made it this far, make sure you like/reblog/give me any kind of feedback! I really hope you guys like it!!

Also my requests ARE OPEN so if you have anything you wanna send in, feel free to do so!!!

[asking-the-death]

You ever just, like, wanna NOT?

You just don't want to? Do anything? Just sit in bed and scroll through social media without being bothered once in at least an hour or two, but at the same time you wanna be with someone and feel like you've got a support system to fall back on when everything else around you fails because you know it will? In fact, you're counting on it, because failure is the only thing you can count on from anyone and everyone you've known. And you don't want to live anymore, but you don't want to die, and all you wanna do is sleep forever and dream about inverted realities and weird creatures. You just want everything to be put on pause for a second so you can breathe and catch up with the rest of the world, but you cant cause that's not how reality works, and everyone is telling you "too bad", "grow up", "get used to it cause it gets a lot worse", and expect you to learn fast or die, but why does it have to be like this? Why do I have to conform to your beliefs? Why do we have really crappy leaders? Why are they all old men in musty clothes and with a billion dollars in their pockets? Why do our lives have to suck like this? Do they really have to be like this? The answer is no, it doesn't have to be like this, but there are too many people who just accept it for the way it is and keep doing what they do to keep the cycle going, and they just wanna be left alone too, in order to escape the harsh reality. We all just keep scrolling.

While this is true for a lot of people and I can really relate to this kind of feeling, I can tell you from the bottom of my heart, you need to start somewhere. Being in bed, scrolling for social media feels nice, but it’s gonna make you feel miserable at some point because of all the things you described. You see this crappy leaders and this old rich dudes. You see wanna bes on instagram trying to flex with their lifes because some of them think that they are better than others. Social media is cancer, it’s on of the worst things to be in when you are dealing with mental issues, because of all the negativity and the bad kind of influence you will expierence there.

What can you do against that? Well as I said, you have to start somewhere. If you have literally no motivation to leave your home, do something instead of social media in your home. Maybe read a book, read a comic, watch a sad movie, watch a happy movie, get off of this social media world for just a little bit. This will give you a great foundation already. When you are feeling a little bit more relaxed, use this just gained power to push it even further. Go outside, you don’t need to talk to anyone, you don’t need to look at anyone, just go outside for a walk, 15 minutes, 30 minutes, maybe even an hour. If you want, take your smartphone with you, put in flight mode and listen to some of your favorite music and just enjoy to see something else than your own home. Being home alone, having to do nothing sucks, it drives you crazy and you just don’t know what to do with yourself. So why not just using the time to go outside.

Now, I understand that going outside is very very hard for people with social anxiety. But maybe you know a few ways where there are not so many people around, if you have a car maybe just drive out of town and go for a walk there. What I personally love to do, and Im really happy to have this possibility in life is to walk to a nearby sea, sit down and read there for a while, listen to some music and just escape from this routine. 

This is not even that much, but it helps you already a lot because you are getting outside of your comfort zone, you are trying something new, and thats one of the greatest feelings, at least for me. Saying, today I acomplished to go outside, sit somewhere and just do what I want to do is such a huge relief and I can recommend anyone to just give it a try.

Going outside is one step too much for you? Thats alright, there is no pressure on you, you are working on your tempo and that’s perfect. What happened to help while being inside is to simply do some yoga a few times a week. It’s challenging in the beginning and when I started I layed my yogamath somewhere in my apartmentso no one could see me through my window, and I just gave it a try. 20 minutes, it’s basically nothing. And since I am doing that, I am way more chillied, I feel that Im getting better at it and that already gives me confidence. When it’s summer I actually feel so good and confident about it I don’t mind to do it outside. 

The point I want to try to tell you is, do something, do it for yourself and for no one else. Do it at your tempo, don’t let anyone pressure into something you are not comfortable doing. The speed at which you approach new things is perfect. I am really proud of you, I love you and I wish you only the best. You matter, please take good care of yourself.

[lovetorn]

what a feeling [ricky bowen]

summary: pre-relationship fluff w/ ricky

a/n this is so cliché but i love it???

[not my gif! credit to original creator]

His hand was slightly sweaty as it linked with yours, but it was okay, your hand was the same. Your pulses were racing as you sat next to each other, the rest of the drama club talking amongst themselves around you. Your eyes met Ricky’s; sweet and luminous and soft and wide. They were full of emotion that you recognised as longing and admiration. Your cheeks hurt as you smiled, shying away from his sweetly intense gaze. You looked at the carpeted floor beneath you, wow, that colour really does complement Ashlyn’s house nicely. 

The feel of his hand in yours brought a giddy feeling to your insides, this was really happening. 

Unknown to the two of you, EJ Caswell sat on the armchair across the room, eyeing the bond that had formed between you and Ricky over the past weeks. His gaze was locked on you until his cousin jabbed him in the ribs. 

“Ash! what the hell!” he grumbled, doubling over in his seat, giving the redhead a pained expression. 

“Stop looking at them! they’re already nervous as it is, can’t you see?” She said as EJ did a double-take. 

“They’re not dating?” he asked, baffled by the realisation. Ashlyn nodded, rolling her eyes before standing up and leaving her cousin alone. EJ watched as Ricky asked you if you wanted a drink, to which you nodded shyly. 

EJ took this as his chance to approach you. 

“Y/n!” he called, striding over to you as a smile grew on your face. 

“Hi EJ” you replied, standing up and hugging the senior, “how are you?” you asked him as you pulled away. 

“Good, good, and you?” he nodded, he seemed like he was in a rush, looking towards to kitchen.

“What is it EJ?” you trailed off, uneasy at his weird attitude. He snapped back to reality, holding your gaze as you awaited his answer. 

“You and Ricky?” he mumbled, an excited look on his face when you blushed, 

“shhhh, what about it?” your voice was soft as you spoke, EJ looked at the kitchen where he heard Ricky’s laugh.

“Nothing bad, I promise. It’s just I didn’t know you guys were dating” he mentally cursed himself for lying, but it had to be done in an attempt for you to admit your feelings for Ricky to him. 

“We’re not dating! We’re just friends” your eyes locked with Ricky’s as he walked back into the living room from the kitchen, two red solo cups in his hands. You broke your gaze to look back at EJ, his head tilted as he gave you a look. You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head, confused at his actions before he turned away and returned to his spot on the armchair. 

“Everything okay?” Ricky asked, handing you your cup. His eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort. 

“Yeah, totally fine” you smiled, placing your hand on his bicep, reassuring him. He nodded, sitting down on the same couch you were on before. As you sat, your knees bumped his lightly, both of your faces flushing lightly. You left out an awkward laugh, kicking yourself over it as you stared at the conjunction when the ceiling and the wall met in front of you. 

EJ being EJ, saw the encounter, physically cringing at it before he stood. 

“Let’s play truth or dare!” the entire room groaned, shaking their heads at the boy. His shoulders slumped looking over at Ashlyn as the redhead rolled her eyes at him. 

You stared at EJ, knowing exactly what he was doing as he persuaded members of the drama club to join his childish game. You shook your head as he approached, standing up as you gave Ricky a look before making your way up the stairs to Ashlyn’s room. 

EJ raised his eyebrows at Ricky, “come on bro, one round”. EJ could be very convincing when he wanted to be, and this was one of those times. Ricky could only nod when EJ grinned and grabbed his arm, turning back quickly to see your retrieving figure.

As the teenagers sat in a circle, Ricky wished you were there. He gazed at the stairs where you had walked but knowing if anyone saw him get up to follow you, he wouldn't hear the end of it. So instead, he broke his stare from the stairs and focused on the group around him. 

Meanwhile, you sat on Ash’s bed, phone in one hand as you scrolled through social media and almost empty red cup in the other. You heard cheers from downstairs, you looked up at the door, suddenly feeling left out from the commotion. 

So, you left her room, hovering at the top of the stairs as you heard EJ ask, 

“Richard, truth or dare” before Ricky answered, 

“Truth”. 

You sat on the top stair and sipped the last contents in your cup, listening to the group whisper and murmur potential questions to ask him. Your heart pounded against your ribcage and you barely noticed EJ asking Ricky a question over the sound. 

“Anyone you’re talking to at the moment that you want to progress further with?” you facepalmed, EJ was trying to be sly but it wasn’t working. Ricky replied with a quick ‘yes’ before he went to ask Big Red the name of the game. 

“Well, who is it?” EJ asked, interrupting Ricky. He gave him a weird look, 

“That wasn’t part of the question, EJ, but nice try” Ricky winked, making your nerves spike as you turned around to go back to Ashlyn's room. 

As you shut the bedroom door, you smiled giddily, jumping up and down with your empty cup and phone, body warming at the idea that Ricky actually wanted to be with you. You ran and jumped on the bed, lying there staring at the ceiling as your body tingled. he wanted to be with you. 

A sudden knock on the door, made you sit up, curious to see who was interrupting your moment. As the door cracked open, you noticed Ricky’s curls peak through before his body. You tried your best to suppress your smile as he closed the door behind him. 

“I saw your shoes at the top of the stairs” he confessed as you nodded. Looking down, his face was slightly pink as he got closer to where you were perched on the bed. 

The bed dipped as he sat on the corner, eyes meeting yours swiftly as he looked back down sheepishly. 

“Ricky” you whispered, his head shooting up as he listened, 

“I like you too” you continued, felting your face get hot as he smiled widely, reaching his hand out to take yours. As your hands met, you moved closer to him, shoulders bumping as you giggled quietly. A comfortable silence fell over you as his thumb rubbed circles on your hand. 

“I’m sorry it took a game of truth or dare for me to confess my feelings” he mumbled, honey eyes meeting yours as shook your head softly, 

“It's my fault too, I should’ve said something earlier as well” Ricky remained still, eyes moving to stare at your lips, yours doing the same. You proceeded to move your face closer to his, only being inches apart at this point.

Unknown to both of you, the Drama Club stood outside Ashlyn’s bedroom door, listening in to your conversation. They’ve been waiting for this for months. But as EJ moved closer to listen in, his hand slipped and pushed the door handle, causing a racket as the group fell into the room. 

You and Ricky jumped apart, eyes wide as you threw your hands over your face in embarrassment. 

“What the hell, guys?” Ricky yelled. The group who was half on the floor were apologising profusely as they all attempted to get out as quick as possible. Ricky groaned as they shut the door with a bang, prompting you to remove your hands from your face. You looked over at Ricky who started laughing, you couldn’t help but join in at the awkward situation. 

Ricky then stood, outstretching his hand to take yours. You slid your hand into his as you moved to stand next to him. 

You smiled as he squeezed your hand delicately, reassuring that you would be fine. It was a long time coming, but it was finally official. 

Feedback is always appreciated x

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

NEW FIC!!!

Written for the Carry On Quarantine event organized by @xivz​ for the prompt of food delivery. My thanks to @fight-surrender​ and @basic-banshee​ for the beta reads and support!!

Baz is a teacher quarantined at home and Simon is doing temp work delivering food for The Girl and the Goat, a local pub. A craving for a burger leads to Baz ordering from the pub, followed by weeks of mutual pining, the slow burn of a developing relationship thwarted by the physical constraints of social distancing, and a refrigerator full of pub food. Movie nights, exasperated friends, lots of texts, way too much food, and multiple awkward encounters. 

Let My Love Open the Door

Baz

I close my laptop and drop my head down onto it. I’m knackered. The metal feels cool against my forehead. I roll my face from side to side, relishing the smooth chill of it against my cheeks. And then I remember.

Fuck, now I have to disinfect the damn thing.

I’m done. Done for the day but also so done with this.

How can I be expected to effectively teach students—Sixth Form students at that—from a computer terminal? I’m almost three weeks into this, but their looming A Levels and GSCE’s are still on schedule for May.

That’s less than two months away. Five weeks and three days, to be exact.

Thank fuck it’s Friday. I’ll at least have two days to prepare next week’s frightfully inadequate lesson plan.

I grab a disinfecting wipe from the canister and methodically wipe down my laptop. I’m not sick—not a cough, not a sniffle—but I’ve bought into this not touching my face directive and I shouldn’t be smearing my germs on random surfaces. For all I know I could be carrying this thing. One of the asymptomatic Typhoid Marys, spreading it far and wide.

Not that there’s anyone to spread it to, seeing as I’m on my own here, but I wipe the laptop down anyway, unnerved by the whole idea of it.

I’ve washed my hands more in the past month than I have in my entire life. I spent the first day at home wiping down every surface, laundering the bedding, mopping the floors. My house went from having a pleasant, woodsy scent to the overwhelming stench of bleach instead.

It gave me such a headache that I had to open the windows and damn near froze. Bloody coldest March we’ve had in years. April’s not proving to be much better.

My mobile buzzes. I should have left it in the bedroom but I’ve become painfully attached to it.

If I’m not planning out curriculum, video conferencing with my class, answering frantic emails from parents, students, the other teachers at my school, or compulsively cleaning and reorganizing my house, then I’m moodily scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and ratcheting up my anxiety.

I should delete my social media.

My mobile buzzes again.

I glance at my watch. It’s six o’clock.

Bound to be Wellbelove.

Wellbelove: are you done yet?

Wellbelove: Baz!!

Wellbelove: you can’t still be doing classwork it’s after 5

Wellbelove: BAAAAZZZZ

Me: Give it a rest, Wellbelove. Some of us are actually working from home.

Wellbelove: I am working, you poncy bastard I’m obviously far more efficient than you.

Me: Look, some of us can’t just post our morning exercise routine and somehow have that count as work.

Wellbelove: Why are we friends again? Can you remind me why I put up with this slander from you?

Me: Because of my sparkling wit and undeniable charm.

Wellbelove: more like your fashion sense and propensity to pick up the bill when we eat out. Neither of which are in evidence at the moment so I may have to rethink my devotion to you

Me: Still, I’m indispensable.

Wellbelove: then buy me dinner. what are we watching tonight?

This all started at the end of that first week, when Agatha couldn’t concentrate on the book she was trying to read and I’d reached the pulling-my-hair-out state of lesson planning. She suggested we watch a film together—FaceTiming while our Netflix accounts played in sync.

We’ve done that almost every night since. Dinner and a movie, separately, from a distance.

We spend almost as much time arguing over what to watch as we do watching, but that’s just how we are. I’ve known Agatha Wellbelove since we were toddlers at the same crèche when our parents were at uni. Same primary school, same secondary school.

We drifted apart during our uni years, with Agatha at Brighton for phys Ed and Oxford to read for English Language and Literature for me.  

It was some bizarre twist of fate that we were both hired to teach at the same secondary school in Chilham. She was the last person I expected to see on my orientation day.

We picked up where we left off, latching onto each other as we navigated our first real world experience after uni.

It’s been three years now and I think the past three weeks have been the longest stretch we’ve gone without seeing each other since we moved here.

She’s self-centered, brutally straight-forward, horribly short-tempered, dreadfully impatient, and devastatingly gorgeous.

A perfect match for me if I wasn’t so irrevocably gay.

And if she wasn’t . . . well, categorically uninterested in me in that way is probably the best way to phrase it.

But she’s my best friend and I know it hasn’t been all that long but fuck, I miss her.

Wellbelove: WHAT ARE WE WATCHING BAZ ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION

She’d be kicking me in the shin by now, if she were here. Maybe I don’t miss her quite that much.

Ugh, it’s my night to choose. I don’t know what I want to watch. Something soothing, not one of those action films or plucky sports dramas she likes so much. I actually like Bend it Like Beckham but not those sappy American ones she’s inflicted on me.

I need something familiar. Comforting.

Me: Pride and Prejudice.

Wellbelove: 2005. Kiera Knightley. I will accept no substitutes.

Me: The 1995 version is superior.

Wellbelove: Colin Firth doesn’t look like that anymore Baz. Let it go.

I start to type “Keira Knightley doesn’t either” but fucking hell she does still look the same.

Wellbelove: and you owe me dinner

Me: 2005 AND dinner? You are greedy and demanding, Wellbelove. I’ll agree to Knightley. Make your own dinner.

Wellbelove: I want a burger I’m ordering out since you’re being a berk and won’t send me food

Fuck. I’m craving a burger now too.

I don’t even want to think about cooking anything. I’m so sick of pasta, even though I’ve tried to make it a different way each time, with my dwindling pantry supplies. And much as I love the curry place down the road I can’t eat it every day.

I used to think I could. I used to say I’d be happy eating tikka masala every day for the rest of my life, but I was mistaken.

And no more chippies. I can’t do another chippy.

Me: Who’s delivering burgers? Please tell me you aren’t getting McDonald’s.

Wellbelove: why would I get McDonald’s when I can get a lamb burger from The Girl and The Goat?

Me: they’re not still open?

Wellbelove: of course they’re still open you stupid git.

I don’t know why I hadn’t thought to check. Why I assumed the pubs would close down, when they all have kitchens and food service, just like the chippies and fast food places.

Me: why didn’t you bother telling me, you hag?

Wellbelove: You are a grown man Hunter gatherer type you should be able to forage for your own food

I want one of those burgers. We don’t go there all that often but The Girl and The Goat has some of the best burgers in town. Fucking hell, I’m salivating at the thought of it.

Me: Text when you’ve got dinner and we’ll start the movie

Wellbelove: you’re ordering from The Goat aren’t you you hypocrite and not even paying for mine

I close the messenger app to look up The Girl and The Goat online. I scan the menu and then ring them up.

The warm, cheerful voice on the line assures me the order will be delivered to my door within a half hour. I give my mobile number so the driver can text when he arrives.

“Just be looking for the text, love,” the woman’s warm voice continues. “Simon will leave everything at your door, no need to open up until he’s gone. I know how wary people are these days so we’re trying to make it easy.”

A little over a half hour later my mobile buzzes with a message from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Food’s here!

Unknown number: I’ll ring when it’s on your doorstep

The doorbell chimes and I peek at the doorway video display only to startle at the huge grinning face looming on the screen. I push the audio button.

“Yes?”

“Hullo! I’m Simon. I’ve got your order from The Goat. Lamb burger and chips.” He holds up a gloved hand carrying a bag. “I’ll just leave it right here for you.” I get a brief glimpse of a broad back clad in a brown leather jacket as he bends down, before he’s back to grinning at the camera again. “Thanks for ordering from The Goat. We appreciate the business. If you text me back you’ll get a discount for next time!”

“Text you back what?”

He leans in closer and shrugs. “Whatever.”

He’s got brilliant blue eyes. A scattering of freckles dotted across his face.

“Um, right, ok then. Thanks.”

He waves and then he’s out of sight again.

I move to the front window and twitch aside the blinds to watch him get in a blue car with “The Girl and The Goat” displayed across the door in white lettering.

I wait until the car is long gone before opening the door, gloves on, carrying the parcel of food as if it’s radioactive until I reach the kitchen, where I can dispose of the bag and transfer the food to my own dishes.

It’s likely overkill, I know, but I find being wary and methodical helps calm me.

I settle down in front of the television with my meal and my mobile, ready to message Agatha, when I see the text from the unknown number again.

I’d not say no to a discount. I click on it to text back. What exactly does one text to an attractive delivery man?

I shake my head. He’s just the delivery man, it’s irrelevant if he’s attractive or not.

My finger is still hovering over my mobile. I’m having an existential crisis over what to text a delivery man so I can get a discount on a pub meal. These are the depths that I have sunk to with this self-quarantine.

It would help if he were ordinary looking. It really would.

Me to unknown number: Whatever

I hit send before I think too hard about how unoriginal and trite a response that was.

My mobile pings back a moment later.

Unknown number: 15% percent off the next order. Just say Simon said when you call it in! :)

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[dianapana]

SasuHina Month 2020- Day 13

Prompt:  Met Gala + Indirect Kiss.

Prologue 

Sasuke POV

I wake up when my phone just won’t stop ringing. I’ve ignored it for about 15 minutes but the damn thing just won’t shut up. With my eyes still closed I roll on my side and blindly search for the phone on my nightstand. It stops ringing just as I get my hand on it but it starts again the moment after. Without looking who it is I pick up and place it to my ear.

“Have you seen it?” my agent asks sounding part annoyed and part tired.

“Seen what?” I ask and take the phone from my ear to check the hour, it’s barely fucking 7 a.m. It’s my time off, I can’t believe he woke me up at 7 fucking a.m.

“Twitter. You have gone viral” he says; I can already picture him; his teeth are clenched and the vein on his forehead is about to pop.

“Why? How did I go viral when I did literally nothing?” I have no notifications on my phone besides the billion missed calls from him. It’s true most people aren’t awake this early in the morning and I always turn my internet off on my phone before going to bed; the notifications wake me up otherwise.

“Check it and we have to have a meeting. I’ll call the other agents and talk about how this should be handled.” He says and disconnects.

I’m tempted to ignore his call and go back to sleep but I know myself and now that I am up, I won’t be able to fall asleep again. Still instead of checking twitter right away I get up to take a shower and have some breakfast. Only after I’ve finished eating and drinking my coffee do I turn on my internet and I am immediately spammed from every social media app there is. I have been tagged and mentioned in a lot of posts. I click one of the tweets and it simply says “@SasukeUchia @HinataHyuga

#SasuHina

That’s it. That’s the tweet”

There are many other tweets similar in notion and they all have the #SasuHina, and each of them has over 70k retweets and comments and 150k likes. I am still extremely confused by what is happening. I keep scrolling until I reach a tweet that has pictures, the pictures are from last night’s Met Gala.

I start recalling my memories from last night

We were barely in the car when the night started going sour. Sakura was texting away on her phone with a speed I had never seen before, she was frowning and her mood was just…awful. Naruto kept sneezing, before we started getting ready, he had a fight with his and Hinata’s agents; he didn’t want to attend because of his cold but they pushed him; Hinata kept looking at him with sympathy and offering him tissues. We were 5 minutes away from the venue when Sakura put her phone away, no longer looking angry but more tired. Her shoulders were lowered and she burst into tears. Neither or us knew what to do for a moment before Hinata moved and rubbed her back for a moment.

“Sakura what’s wrong?” Hinata asked softly and did her best to dab her tears away without smudging her make-up.

“She broke up with me.” The air fizzled with anxiety for a moment. Sakura and her girlfriend whose name she never revealed to us, had been having problems since the fake dating thing started back in November. Honestly, I had never expected them to last that much; does that make me a dick? Maybe. But almost 5 months had passed and that’s a long time to be fighting with somebody. The car stopped and we had to get out and do the red-carpet walk. Sakura’s eyes were red just as Naruto’s nose. All in all we were a mess.

For a second, we all stood still, I was considering telling the driver to just take us back to the hotel but Sakura took the initiative and told us to move; so, we did. Naruto exited first and helped Hinata out. Her dress was massive so she needed a helping hand. I waited for the two to take a few steps away from the car before I got up and helped Sakura; thankfully she didn’t have a huge dress on but a pantsuit so it was easier for us to walk around and move.

As usually reporters kept screaming their questions at us even if we never actually answer any of them. Paparazzi too followed their normal routine and kept asking us to kiss but we didn’t. It didn’t feel right; Sakura was heartbroken and I’m pretty sure Hinata didn’t kiss Naruto because she didn’t want to catch his cold. After a hundred flashes blinded us, we made our way to the inside of the venue. Despite the fact that they had forced Naruto to come, our agents were kind enough to say we could leave early if we wanted to; I was quite sure, actually I was certain that we would.

The night went on as normal for a while, we chatted among ourselves, with other celebrities we did all you were supposed to do at this type of event. Sakura went to the bathroom to “check her make-up” but I heard her phone rang so I put one and one together and assumed she’d be in there for a while talking on the phone. Naruto and Hinata had split for a moment to go talk to different people and I took the opportunity to get myself some water. When i returned with my water, I walked back to where Hinata was sitting alone.

This is where apparently the night went wrong; the first pictures are from this following 5 minutes

As I’ve mentioned before Hinata and I aren’t close so even when I went to stand by her side we didn’t really talk. I took another sip of my water and looked around the room thinking we had stayed long enough and that we could leave soon. I turned to Hinata to tell her my idea and she too seemed eager to leave. I put my glass of water on the table behind us.

“You don’t want that anymore?” She asked and I shook my head, putting my hands into my pockets. She took the glass and drank the rest. I saw nothing weird then and I see nothing weird about it now, the past half year we’ve been shoved together so much that despite not knowing each other we were comfortable. Naruto finished talking and he was looking for us; I nodded towards the door telling him silently that we were ready to bounce and he nodded back.

“I’ll go look for Sakura so we can all leave” Hinata said and took a step forward, she hadn’t held onto the skirt of her dress and stepped on it and stumbled, so I did what everyone would do in that case; I caught her. I held onto her waist and arm until she was back on her feet and stable. She looked up at me with red cheeks; probably from the embarrassment that could have been and thanked me. I let go of her and she went on to find Sakura. The two of them returned soon; Sakura had cried some more, it was obvious from the redness of her eyes and the smudged make-up. The two girls walked in front of us and we all moved quite fast so the paparazzi couldn’t take clear pictures of us. We got into the limo and left. Instead of going to the hotel where we all got ready, we asked the limo to take each of us home. Sakura lived the closest; than Naruto; Hinata and I were last. We were alone in the limo a maximum of 10 minutes which she spent with her eyes closed her head tilted back. When we got to where she lived, I got out of the limo to help her with the dress and walked her to the elevator so she wouldn’t fall again. We hugged good night and I went on my way. I got home took a shower, put on some boxers and went to sleep. I slept until I was woken by my agent and now, I’m looking at the pictures on this twitter thread.

The first one is me holding my glass water, the second is of me drinking, then the glass is on the table and the final one is Hinata drinking from it. The most liked comment under these pictures is the one saying “So they just swapping saliva like nobody’s business. Can I get and ‘indirect kiss’ please? Anyone?”

The next pictures are of me when I caught her; my arms around her waist and her looking up at me flushed. I know how that looks out of context…The comments on this one vary, but most of them have the word ‘swoon’ in them.

The next pictures are of me helping her out of the car, me walking her to the door, us hugging but the angle on the last one is weird and I have a suspicion that whatever scumbag paparazzi followed us did that intentionally. It doesn’t look like a simple hug. It looked like a kiss. This tweet has the most likes and comments and as I’m looking at it, people keep liking it and retweeting. It has over 170k likes.

I scroll for a while longer and I keep seeing the same few pictures and just people making up something that really isn’t there. I stop when I see a picture of us leaving. Hinata looks at Sakura with sad eyes; Sakura’s eyes are visible you can tell she has been crying; Naruto is behind and he had just sneezed and they caught him with a weird expression on that looks similar to disgust and I just look tired. That certain post has the SasuHina hashtag but it’s a hate post. The thread goes on and on saying how disgusted this person is with me and Hianta for breaking Naruto and Sakura’s heart. How we’re cruel for doing that in public and so on. Another person points out the fact that unlike normally we did not kiss for the paparazzi. They keep on piling up evidence from nothing.

I keep scrolling and scrolling and even after almost 2 hours I can’t reach the beginning of the hashtag. We returned home at about 1 or 2 in the morning. How could this happen in 5 hours?

I walk to my bedroom, put my phone down and lay down. My phone keeps buzzing with each notification. I only looked on twitter. But the notifications come from every social media platform that I am on. I don’t know how we are going to fix that. We could tell the truth that nothing is there but misleading pictures. We could even go as far as to tell everyone that the dating was fake all along. That would be a huge relief for all of us I am certain.

My phone rings a few moments later and I see it’s Naruto. The fact that he’s awake at 9 in the morning is concerning.

“Dude. People took 7 pictures out of context and made a literal drama. I had like 25 texts from random actresses telling me that it’s such a shame Hinata and I broke up and that they are there for me if I need the comfort”

“Yea it’s all a mess.” I say and sigh loudly.

“Did you get any kind of shade?” He asks and he sound concerned.

“No, what do you mean?”

“Well I just talked to Hinata for about 30 minutes. She was really upset. Apart from you and hers ship name trending and most of her accounts gaining a lot of new followers she said she got a shit ton of hate too. People messaging her telling her she’s a whore and shit like that. People are disgusting man”

I clench my teeth and just say that I got nothing. I can’t fucking believe they are slut shaming her. I mean I do believe it I know that people suck but it still feels so wrong and unfair. They are shaming her only and not me. She’s the female and society has decided she is the bad one, she is the one with the fault, the one to blame. I hang up with Naruto and look for Hinata’s number in my phone. I want to text her and see if she’s ok. I feel bad and responsible.

I start laughing like a maniac when I realize I don’t even have her fucking number. We’ve been coworkers from 8 years and I don’t have her number, I know literally nothing about her. And three interactions have been blown out of proportions by people and fucked with our lives.

A couple hours later all 4 of us and our agents are in a meeting. Hinata looks ok, maybe a little annoyed, I was worried she’d be crying or throw a fit. Naruto’s cold seems to be worse; he looked like a zombie and Sakura has sunglasses on, inside so I can only assume she’s feeling peachy too.

“We haven’t yet decided how to handle this but the damage is done I don’t think we can simply deny the pictures and go back to normal, nor do we really want to. The SasuHina thing is bigger than anything we’ve seen in a while” My agent states and looks to the others to go on.

“Maybe the best course of action is to come clean, tell everyone that the two couples split up a while ago but you guys are still really good friends and on amazing terms which is why you didn’t want to make it public yet and create any sort of drama” Sakura’s agent is the one to speak next and he does look to be a bit regretful. Had this happened a few days faster maybe Sakura and her girlfriend wouldn’t have broken up, pretty sure most of us are thinking that.

“But we won’t be addressing the SasuHina thing yet; if someone asks about it during an interview in the following weeks you all have to say ‘no comment’” My agent added.

“Why? Won’t that make them think we are dating…?” Hinata asks and her agent nods.

“It’s vague. You don’t say no and you don’t say yes either. The amount of exposure you two are getting right this moment is huge. We even got a few shows calling asking for the two of you to be the protagonists” Her agent says and stops for a second for, what I can only assume is dramatic effect. “One of the offers is a really huge movie that people have been waiting for a long time but it kept getting postponed, it is after a book and the writer has the last say when it comes to casting and she never liked any of the actors but this time she is the one that contacted us not the casting director. All you have to do is go audition and the roles will be yours”

I haven’t really started looking into new roles yet, despite Naruto being done for almost half an year we’ve still been very busy with other things still about it. There’s even a talk about them wanting to film a documentary with us actors talking about the journey and how we think we differ from our character and such. But having options is always good and even if I do get casted and don’t really enjoy the role, I can always turn it down. I look to Hinata and she too is in deep thought but her eyes raise to mine and I rise an eyebrow towards her and she shrugs and nods.

Just when I thought the fake dating was over with…We both say we’d like to audition for this movie and our agents start moving on super speed making phone calls, organizing conferences, booking plane tickets and hotels. The buzz of the Naruto ending was just starting to fade a little and I thought I could have a few weeks off but it seems that’s not in the books for me.

[srhlsx]

CHAPTER 14

master | ch. 13 | ch. 15

warning for a bit of mental/emotional abuse

When you were getting ready in your bathroom, music playing and your dog checking in on you every once in a while, you hadn’t thought about it. You focused on how that one piece of hair just didn’t seem to want to cooperate and you were hoping that it wouldn’t throw off your look for the entire night.

When you were on the phone with Oikawa, confirming that he was actually going to stay in that night even though you’d invited him to come to the party with you, you hadn’t thought about it. He reassured you that you should go without him, they had a lot of practice coming up over summer break and he needed to rest while he could, so he was going to go to bed early and hoped you had fun.

Even when you were on your way to the party, laughing and joking with Ichika as you blasted music through your phone, you still didn’t think about it. You sang along to the words, getting weird looks from strangers who passed by you on the street, wondering just what two high school girls were doing at this time of night being so obnoxious.

You didn’t think about seeing him until he was standing right in front of you, looking down with the same condescending smile you knew so well. His eyes were slightly glossed over and he had started to grow out his hair, but overall your ex-boyfriend still looked the same as he did on that day months ago when he left you on the train platform.

“Hi, (y/n).” He smirked down at you, noticing that he had definitely caught you off guard. His voice had an air of superiority to it, a slimy tone like you’d expect a cartoon snake to use before it devoured the innocent animated bunny. He was an apex predator and you were caught out in the open.

You’d been so distracted with dance, putting up a front for Oikawa’s sake, and someone else you honestly hadn’t given yourself time to even think about him and what he was doing while away at university. You thought to yourself that you should actually thank Oikawa for that distraction when you got the chance. He was going to be so smug when you told him, he had said it would help you as well.

Neither you nor your ex had bothered to try and contact one another, and you’d stopped following him on all social media the night he broke up with you. You knew it was a dark spiral that you weren’t willing to go into if you saw him doing whatever on your feed so you had told yourself that you were going to remove yourself from that issue altogether.

But with him suddenly right in front of you and very real, that confidence you once had seemed to disappear. Now, you weren’t sure how you felt about yourself.

“Hi,” You greeted back, sounding weaker than you intended. You tried to look anywhere that wasn’t him, but he managed to step in front of you making sure your eyes caught his. “What are you doing back?”

“It’s summer break!” He said with a little too much enthusiasm. “I was going to text you, see if you wanted to hang out- ” Yeah, you knew what hang out meant. “-but then I saw you were with that Oikawa guy now? What’s the deal with that?”

Your eyes snapped up to his face, dread suddenly pooling in your stomach at the mention of the fake relationship you’d actually been putting a lot of effort into. He took a long sip of the drink he was holding and you were sure you saw him sway just a little bit.

At the mention of him seeing you with Oikawa, you understood that he meant on social media. You didn’t miss the fact that he was still following you - you were petty enough to hope that he still saw your life was doing just fine. 

You’d posted a grand total of two photos with Oikawa, neither one specifically labeling him as your boyfriend, and didn’t really think much of it - the only people you assumed would think anything of it were people from your school. You wondered if he had been asking around about you, confirming suspicions he had. It made you a little happy inside to know he was that nosy.

That happiness was short-lived when he started speaking again.

“Could you even wait a few months?” He laughed viciously, expression turning into one of pity. “We were together two years, (y/n), guess you just couldn’t wait for the next meal ticket.”

“Excuse me?” You choked, doing your best not to stumble over your words. “You were the one that broke up with me. For, and I quote, mature, experienced, and smart college girls.”

“Yeah,” He shrugged. “But I thought I’d at least get to have a little fun when I came back, shit. I thought you wanted to wait for me?”

You looked at him incredulously, blinking a few times to comprehend the words he was repeating back to you. You were fighting so hard to not let the feeling of guilt start to pool in your stomach, you were not going to let him make you feel like you were in the wrong. You weren’t. “I was going to wait for you, then we broke up. I’m allowed to move on.”

“I suppose you are,” He laughed, mimicking a sad tone to his voice. “But so quickly? Guess the ice queen really is so desperate for attention, from anyone, you decided to hop on the first dick that smiled at you.”

You were utterly shocked. Horrified at the things he was saying, but glad that the music of the party was loud enough no one was actually paying much mind. You looked around for Ichika but found nothing and no one else you recognized. You were trapped between him and the wall, and his face was looming closer to you. You could feel the panic start to brew from within you, a bubbling uneasiness that felt scarily familiar to all the other times he had been able to make you feel this way.

“You still dancing?” He asked, switching topics like he just suddenly remembered. “How’s that going? Making enough time in the day for Oikawa or does he come second to that as well?”

He kept spewing horrible things at you, not seeming to catch on that your eyes were starting to well up with tears - or maybe he did notice and just didn’t care. He made comments that dug into you, deep down in your heart. Things that only he, having been so close to you for so long, knew were going to rip you apart and beat you down to feeling like nothing.

“How are your parents, (y/n)? Haven’t seen them in a while, although I’m sure you haven’t either-”

It wasn’t the first time he had made you feel this way. Emotionally manipulated whenever you’d started feeling good about yourself, like you were enough. He could say one simple thing and you’d be broken again, begging him for the attention you craved since it didn’t seem to come from anyone else in your life.

Maybe that was why you’d been feeling so good lately. You’d been on some kind of social high since this agreement with Oikawa started and it gave you much more attention than you’d ever had in your life - even from people you didn’t know. And of course, everything with Iwaizumi, was a cherry on top- No.

You looked up at him as he was sneering down at you, drunken expression on his face looking satisfied. You reared your hand back and let it sail across his cheek, leaving a bright red mark in its wake. 

“Fuck you,” You spat. “Piece of shit momma’s boy.”

The music hadn’t stopped but people around you paused whatever they were doing and stared at you. No one knew what was going on, but when someone got hit it was almost always worth it to see what was going to happen next. 

“You bitch,” He mumbled, holding his cheek as it started to swell up, his ear on that side of his face ringing from the impact. “I am so never going to take you back.”

“Good!” You yelled, spreading your arms wide, like you really gave a damn. “At least now when I do get fucked, I don’t have to worry about getting cried on!”

That made the crowd around you laugh, but you didn’t hear it. You heard the pounding in your heart as it boomed in your chest, making you feel dizzy. You had had enough and spun on your heel to leave, not caring who you had to push out of the way to find the door.

No crying. No crying. No fucking crying, (y/n).

When you got outside, the cool summer air hit the exposed skin on your legs and arms giving you chills. It’d been so hot in that house that you didn’t notice you’d been sweating a little bit and the perspiration made the air seem even cooler. You stomped down the path to the road, crossing your arms tightly across your chest to provide yourself a little bit of warmth.

It didn’t take long for the high to run out and soon you found yourself huddled against the wall in an alley, crashing emotionally, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could to stop the tears from falling. His words echoed in your head, making you wonder about the amount of truth they held. You couldn’t help it, they were words you’d been told repeatedly for two years and you were never given a chance to think otherwise.

Taking out your phone you initially started to dial Ichika’s number. The dial rang and rang but when it went to voicemail and you felt the first sob come out in a gasping choke you immediately hung up. Next was Oikawa’s number, but you remembered he had told you he was going to bed early tonight. Even if you did manage to wake him up, no way was his mom going to let him out of the house at this hour.

You kept scrolling until you came to another name. This one making the small amount of alcohol in your stomach churn slightly, but not in a bad way. You sent a silent prayer up as the phone rang, hoping for that soothing voice to answer.

“(y/n)?” A feeling of chills went down your spine and this time you knew it wasn’t from the breeze, but instead the gravely tone of voice that answered your call.

“H-haji,” You could hear the break in your voice as another sob racked through your body. Something about him made your defenses break down suddenly and you let the tears start to fall. “Can you come get me?”

He didn’t hesitate answering and you could hear the shuffling of blankets and clothes in the background. “Where are you?”

[mayhembunnywrites]

Love Like This

Pairing: Reddy x Reader x G2

Warnings: Smut, 18+, talk of sex toys, dissing of ex-boyfriend

Genre: Smut, Comedy, Fluff

Summary: When it comes down to it, no one can come between you and your men, especially not some asshole ex-boyfriend.

Photo cred. to helloasia.com.au

You wake up before both of your boyfriends, shifting as you lay between them, the three of you are covered by a thin sheet and you snuggle further into Jitu’s side, curling into his side with a happy sigh as you immediately begin to drift off again.

“Mmm, you awake, babe?” he mumbles sleepily, your movements, no matter how gentle, disturbing his sleep as you rest your head on his bare chest, your bare skin touching his as you side-straddle his leg. You blink at him once with heavy eyelids, making his heart flutter as he watches you fall asleep, knowing that you’re safe in his arms.

“Good morning to you, too,” he says with a slight smirk as he looks at you. He notices your closed eyes as you fall back asleep in your comfortable state, skin against skin with the men you love and trust the most in the world. 

Jitu doesn’t even try to hold back as his eyes greedily take in the bare skin of your upper chest, remembering the intimate activities from the night before. He licks his lips as he reminisces, gaze and hands wandering as he pulls the sheet down. He watches as you don’t even flinch, having already fallen asleep again. Jitu notices as Hongwoo wakes up suddenly, startling awake with a soft noise as the cold air brushes against his skin.

Hongwoo brushes the sleep out of his eyes, slowly waking up as he recognizes the feeling of the cold air having woken him up. He groans softly as he sits up, sleepily opening his eyes to reveal Jitu having completely pulled down the sheet that had covered your triad, revealing your naked body which still shows signs of the night before. 

Hongwoo moves more to the side, climbing out of the bed before joining Jitu as he parts your thighs. Both of the men gazing at you lick their lips, relishing in the mess they’d made of you the night before. They spread the lips of your pussy gently, hushing you automatically as you moan and shift slightly, spreading your legs as much as you can for them even in your sleep. Their eyes darken with lust as they notice a bit of their mixed cum dripping onto the bed from between your lower lips, your nipples hardening in the morning air. 

Hongwoo moves to your side stealthily, careful not to disturb you as he brushes over your pussy gently. He smirks when he feels your pussy already wet for him, sharing a glance with Jitu as you let out a small moan. You stir and your eyes open, blinking as you sit up slightly before taking in the sight of Jitu between your thighs and Hongwoo by your side. 

They both gaze at you with adoring and slightly guilty eyes. You groan and push them away slightly, sitting up instead. 

“Not happening, boys,” you say with a sigh, “I’m a little sore from last night. You know, you both were a bit much last night.” You watch as Jitu stands up and stretches before heading to the bathroom with a smile. Soon after you hear the sound of running water, and you realize he must be drawing a bath. 

You squeal softly with excitement, causing Hongwoo to laugh a bit as he gazes at you fondly. He draws you close, slowly taking you into his arms and feeling as you wiggle happily against him in lieu of words. He closes his eyes as he holds you, remembering what you were like after you had broken up with YunBaek. 

You had been, for lack of a better word, broken. The scars he had left on you weren’t physical, but they had taken time to heal. You had been a shell of a person compared to when he had first met you. You had been so bright when he and Jitu had first met you, so full of life. He didn’t even know how it had turned into you breaking down in his arms when you caught YunBaek fucking another woman, but somehow it had. 

You had first become friends with Hongwoo, and then he had introduced you to Jitu and you had also become fast friends with him. You all had spent the night together platonically and, the next morning, you had all naturally just started dating after late night confessions had brought tears and kisses in equal measure, although far more happiness had been brought to you than in prior months.

Your relationship had progressed naturally, all three of you choosing to move into a bigger space. A king-size canopy bed decorates the cream-colored bedroom, the ivory sheets and large windows making the apartment feel more airy and open. The kitchen is large and spacious, marble counters and beautiful appliances throughout with an island in the middle. 

Your dining table was absolutely gorgeous, hand built and carved by a friend of yours as a present for your housewarming. The wood had been stained a dark cherry and chairs had been bought to match the beautiful table. Wispy white curtains had been bought and placed in the spacious living room, decorated with soft grey furniture and white fuzzy blankets for optimal cuddle time.

Hongwoo startles from his thoughts once he hears the water stop running, Jitu popping his head through the doorway with a wide smile for the both of you.. “Okay, baby,” Hongwoo says with a small smile on his face, “Are you ready for a bath to start the day?” His smile grows, his gaze fond as you perk up, instantly interested and nodding vigorously. 

“The bath is ready,” Jitu says with a smile on his face as he watches Hongwoo pick you up. Both men enter the bathroom with your laughter ringing throughout the apartment, the joyful morning full of love beginning. You spend time in the large bath with your lovers, simply relaxing and discussing plans for the upcoming weeks. It wasn’t often that you got to spend this much quality time with them, but you were always grateful that they made time at least once a month to spend with you.

Your relationship with Jitu and Hongwoo had come with some complications, but after a year had passed together you can’t imagine being without them. Your former relationship was the very definition of unhealthy, your ex having cheated on you multiple times within only six months together. It had taken all of your courage to leave him, to leave almost everything behind on your way out the door after catching him balls deep in another woman in your shared bed. 

The wounds had healed with time and love, but they still hurt sometimes. 

Thankfully, you think as Jitu helps you out of the bath and escorts you to bed after you all dry off, I have these goofballs to keep me sane. 

You space out and close your eyes as you crawl into the bed naked, Jitu and Hongwoo having begun to get dressed without you. You preferred to be naked most days that you all were at home, your apartment being so high up that there was no way that anyone would spot you.

You groan as your phone dings at you, recognizing the text notification sound. You wiggle over to the side of the bed, picking up your phone with quite a lot of hesitation as Jitu chooses to join you back in bed, picking up his own phone and scrolling through the unread messages. You let out a confused noise as you read the message from an unknown number, drawing the attention of Jitu.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, brow furrowed as he looks at your expression.

You lean over, showing him the screen, “Do you recognize the number? I don’t have the contact saved.” You watch as he scrolls through his contacts idly, his eyes widening and his throat clearing as he averts his eyes.

“It’s YunBaek,” Jitu says awkwardly, watching your face as you react to the news. He’s surprised by you simply rolling your eyes despite the needy message, clearly unsurprised by the contents. “Does this happen often?” he asks, confused and concerned by your reaction.

You sigh deeply, leaning back into the plush pillows that flank you, “Every so often he tries to start a conversation on social media. This is the first time through text messages or calls, though.” You shrug it off, reading the message with some mild irritation. 

Hey princess, it begins and you can feel your brain cells dying as you read the message from your vapid ex, Are you still with the two traitors? If not, I have something that I’d love to give you when you have the time. ;)

You scoff as you finish reading the message, laughing with a tinge of disgust at the dick pic that had suddenly appeared while you were reading the actual message. Hongwoo pops his head into the room, a smile on his face until he notices the expressions yourself and Jitu are wearing. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, entering the room and approaching you. He reads the message over your shoulder, noticing the dick pic and scoffing. “What the fuck is that?” he asks, “Who sent you that?”

You sigh as you shut off the screen, deciding to deal with it later. “It’s just YunBaek and his tiny dick talking again. I thought I had shut him down before, but apparently not. Anyways, I heard the blender going. What’s for breakfast?” you ask excitedly, determined to not let your ex ruin your day.

You and your lovers spend the day relaxing, choosing to spend the day indoors. You all cook together for each meal, sharing precious kisses and embracing each other whenever you get a free moment. Laughter only helps to lift the already joyful mood as the day goes on, and before you know it you’re all sprawled on the giant bed while watching TV.

You all mindlessly chat, checking your phones for the first time since before you had all eaten breakfast. The sun was setting through the glass window, and you couldn’t help but be full of love as you prepared to end the day you had spent with your lovers. You strip out of the oversized t-shirt you had donned at some point during the day, abandoning your clothing in the hamper for later. 

You’re reminded of the message that you had received that morning only after you check your phone after climbing into the bed that sits in the middle of the room, having piled fuzzy blankets on top of the lightweight sheet, having gotten another message from him. 

“Oh my god,” you mutter before laughing at the utter ridiculousness of YunBaek. 

Your boyfriends both read the message on your screen after they join you in bed, the two of them snorting out laughs as they read the simple and yet absolutely idiotic contents of the text from your equally idiotic ex. Come on baby, I know you miss this dick, reads the message, and you laugh again as you think of a response.

You quickly type out a reply, barely thinking about it as you reply, No thank you, I have boyfriends with bigger dicks than yours, not that it’s a difficult feat. Thanks for the offer, but I quite like cumming, and you just...don’t do the trick for me. Thanks for asking, though! You hit ‘send’ before closing the chat, ignoring the consistent buzzing of your phone as he responds angrily. 

Both Hyonwoo and Jitu are absolutely losing it, rolling on the bed in their fits of laughter concerning your message. You smile at them, your heart almost instantly full of love for these men. They had once been best friends with YunBaek, but they had fallen in love with you and he hadn’t approved in the least. He had been rather offended that they had fallen for you, deciding that they had ‘betrayed’ him in all the worst ways. 

He had tried to get back with you, offering you sex and jewelry as some sort of revenge on your boyfriends. He didn’t ever count on how much you love your boyfriends, especially since he hadn’t ever really cared about you. He had wanted to use you for one thing: sex. 

You had dated YunBaek for only six months before the break-up and, despite the short relationship, he had cheated on you multiple times and he had never even attempted to give you an orgasm. Once you had started dating Hongwoo and Jitu, you had known without a doubt that you would never go back to YunBaek even if he tried to pay you for it, and no doubt he would try.

You had never felt loved during the six months you were with Yun B, the rapper having never cared enough to make time for anything but to fuck you like you were a sex doll. You were used and cast aside, only to be brought out once he needed you to get off.

Once you had started dating Hongwoo and Jitu, that had changed drastically. They never tried to hold back from saying that they love you, and they always set aside time for a date night at least once a week. 

The sex had been terrifying in its intensity when you had first begun to have sex with them, your orgasms out of control after so long without another touch. Hongwoo and Jitu both love to touch you constantly, sexually or not, and the casual intimacy of your relationship is what finally swallowed you whole as you fell into their embrace.

Given the option between Hongwoo and Jitu or going back to YunBaek, you would choose Hongwoo and Jitu without question. You were disgusted whenever YunBaek decided to send you messages like this, seeming to think more with his tiny dick than he ever had with his actual brain. You had begun blocking him whenever you received a message on one of your social media accounts. This is the first time, though, that you’d gotten a text from him after the split.

You pick up your phone and open the menu on his number, hitting the ‘block’ button without any hesitation as your boyfriends chat and cuddle. You shut off your phone screen and move to cuddle with them, all three of you settling under a fuzzy blanket as you settle in together.

I’m so lucky, you think with a smile as your boyfriends start joking around, all three of you relaxed. With love like this, you could never wish for anything else.

[lovemesomesurveys]

an internet/social media survey. 1 - Are you one of those people who shares absolutely everything on social media? What do you think about those who do? I do tend to overshare in surveys and I share quite a bit on Twitter. I’m pretty quiet on my other social media sites, though, in terms of that. It only bugs me when people share something and then someone asks about it and they’re like, “I don’t want to share it on here” or “I don’t want to talk about it.” You just did, though? Why post about it then? Plus, my nosy ass wants to know haha. I see that all the time on Facebook.

2 - Does anyone in "real life" know that you take surveys? Would you be embarrassed if they found your blog? I don’t think so. Back in the Myspace days people knew cause I posted them there, but no one in “real life” follows me on here. I’m surprised I shared those back then cause I don’t want anyone to see them now. Although, I wasn’t as open back then in surveys. I took the more basic ones and didn’t elaborate like I do now.

3 - When you receive a text message, do you reply straight away or wait a little while instead? It depends.

4 - Who was the last person you blocked on social media? Did you have an argument that lead to that happening? I don’t recall. It was probably some spam account on here.

5 - Aside from Tumblr, what websites do you spend the most time on? I spend a lot of time on YouTube. 

6 - What was the first social media account you remember signing up for? Are you still a member of that particular website, if it even still exists? Ooh. I’ve had an online and social media presence for so long... like it was probably something that doesn’t even exist now.  I remember some teen sites I was on that I guess were like the social medias of the day. For example, there was this one website I remember called Kiwibox, where you could interact with other people, post stuff, and it shared like trending topics and whatnot that I was a member of in the early 2000s. It was pre-Myspace. I don’t think it even exists now, but if it did I’m sure my account was deleted long ago for being inactive. 

7 - How many social media accounts do you have now? Do you use them all regularly? If not, which ones do you think you update the most and why? I’m on all the common ones. I use them all, but I’m more active on some than others. Some I check regularly but rarely post. For instance, I’m super active on here and I post on Twitter quite a bit. I check Facebook a few times a day and “like” some stuff, but I very rarely post. I check Instagram and Snapchat, but not daily and I rarely post or even interact on there. I spend the least amount of time on those two.

8 - Are there are any popular apps/social media sites that you've never got into or signed up for? How come? Hmm. Like I said, I have all the main ones I think.

9 - Do you take surveys on any other website apart from Tumblr? Nope. 

10 - Before Tumblr existed, what kind of blogging site did you use (eg. LiveJournal, Xanga etc.). I had a Xanga and LJ account. 

11 - Is there anything you miss about websites like MySpace, or do you prefer social media the way it is now? The Myspace days were interesting that’s for sure. I miss the hype of changing up my page and adding stuff, picking my profile song, rearranging my top 8, changing my display name, follow forever trains, comment 4 comments... haha what a ride.

12 - How old were you when you first got the internet at home? Was it broadband/wireless or did you use dial-up? I remember it wasn’t long after my brother was born, so it was sometime in 1999. I remember when my mom brought home our first computer. Those were the days of dial up/AOL. Gah, I do not miss that. 

13 - Are you old enough to remember life without any kind of internet access whatsoever? What kind of things did you do to fill the time? Ha, yeah. It’s crazy to think of the days before the internet, but I did have them. I actually used to play outside *gasp* That’s shocking cause ya’ll know I’m a hermit crab. I used to get so tan back then cause I spent so much time outside. Other things I used to do was play Barbies for hours, play with my cousins, read, color, and watch TV.

14 - Have you ever gotten into an argument with a stranger online before? Lol yeah.

15 - Overall, would you say social media is a good thing or a bad thing, or does it depend on how you choose to use it? It definitely has its pros and cons. There’s a dark side to social media and the internet in general, but a lot of good can be done with it as well. 

16 - How much time do you think you spend online each day? Is this something that varies depending on the weather? I spend a decent amount of time online for sure, but it does vary. The weather has absolutely nothing to do with it. 

17 - If your internet went off right now and you knew it wouldn't come back on for several hours, what would you go and do instead? Well, it’s 3:50AM so I’d watch some TV and attempt to go to bed.

18 - Since getting the internet, what's the longest period of time you've gone without access to it? Did you miss it as much as you thought you might? Probably the times I had surgery. I didn’t have to go completely without because once I was able to I was able to rent laptops that were available for patient use or access a computer while there. That was really nice during the couple times I had to spend a few months in the hospital. Even the shorter stays, like a week or two, I had some access at some point. But yeah, I definitely wasn’t on nearly as much during those times. Not at all the first few days/week. Then when I was back home and had my laptop I still wouldn’t feel up to spending much online. I did miss it, but I spent so much time resting and sleeping during the early stages of recovery so it was fine for awhile. I did start to get stir crazy, though.

19 - What's something you find yourself doing less of because you spend too much time online? Hm. I can’t think of anything I do less for that particular reason. 

20 - What websites do you spend the most time on? Do these fall into any particular category or are they just random? Tumblr, YouTube, Facebook, and Twitter.

21 - What website from your childhood/teen years do you wish still existed? I miss Xanga a lot. The survey community was poppin back then. I miss the days, not so much the websites themselves, of Myspace, Neopets, playing games on Disney Channel’s and Nickelodeon’s websites, making dolls, and the AOL teen message boards. Good times, good times. Much nostalgia. 

22 - Have you ever met up with anyone in real life that you first met via the internet? Did you get on as well as you thought you would? Nope. I had online friends back in the day that I talked to all the time and actually texted with. I even talked to them on the phone a couple times. :O That was during my Jonas Brothers days and I got close to a few people that I met through a Jonas Brothers’ message board and chatroom. I was pretty involved on there. I can’t believe I used to do that cause I wouldn’t do that now.

23 - What's your thoughts on internet dating and is it something you would ever consider for yourself? I probably wouldn’t do it myself, but hey if that works for people then go for it. *shrug*

24 - Do you tend to shop more online or in person? Is that something that's changed since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic? I do all my shopping online now since the pandemic hit, but even for a few years prior I was doing most of my shopping online. 

25 - Speaking of the pandemic, did you find all the stories on social media quite scary or overwhelming at the beginning? Absolutely. 

26 - If someone on social media annoys or upsets you, are you likely to tell them or just hit the hide/block buttons? Nah, I’ll just keep on scrolling. If it’s that bad then I’d likely mute or just delete. 

27 - Are there topics you won't post on social media about, simply because they always end up in an argument? I don’t post about politics. 

28 - Are you friends with your parents and family members online? Do you limit what you say because you know they can see it? Yes and yes. Like, even though I don’t post anything bad or risqué lol I still hide some stuff from my grandparents just because they wouldn’t get it, ya know? I’ve done that before and my Nana called my dad and asked if I was okay cause I posted some relatable self-deprecating meme or something haha. It’s sweet of course that she cares, but yeah I didn’t want her to get worried and concerned over stuff like that.

29 - Are you using the internet for anything else except this survey right now? I’m watching ASMR videos on YouTube as well.

30 - Do you access the internet more via a phone, tablet or laptop/PC? Which device do you prefer overall? I use my phone a lot for certain things and my laptop for others. Like, I much prefer the Facebook and Twitter apps, and I access Snapchat, Instagram, TikTok, the Kindle app, and my email on my phone as well. I use both for YouTube. I only like to access Tumblr on my laptop, though, as well as Pinterest.

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This is originally an ask game that’s making the rounds here on Tumblr, but in this blog of course I answer everything. Quarantine Ask Game; questions by ghostly-nblm What’s your go-to snack? I haven’t really have one throughout this lockdown. I just snack on whatever’s available in our pantry - usually we have potato chips, salted egg chips, nuts, etc. And then sometimes my dad will whip up something for us himself, like wicked Oreos, churros, corndogs, and chocolate chip cookies. What’s a movie you could watch over and over? I could probably watch The Proposal everyday for the rest of my life and I doubt you’ll hear a complaint out of me. It’s just so funny, so lighthearted, and the entire cast meshes very well together. Favorite show to binge? Again when it comes to comfort shows/movies, I pick the lighthearted ones because they get me to relax and laugh a lot. That said, my favorite show to binge would be Friends. I recently started binge-watching it again and it feels good to come back to it after several months of not seeing an episode. 5 songs that make you want to dance? Shut Up And Dance - Walk the Moon Cinnamon - Hayley Williams Don’t Start Now - Dua Lipa Caught in the Middle - Paramore 7/11 - Beyoncé So, basically, Top 40 shit because it’s that genre that produces the most dance-y songs anyway. Pls don’t judge lmaaaaaao I like other artists I swear

5 songs that make you feel less lonely? I don’t know if I’ve ever turned to music to feel less lonely...I never really seek out that particular feeling. If anything, I listen to certain songs because I feel alone and I would want it to stay that way for the meantime.

Favorite meal to cook yourself? I always blank out at these cooking questions because I don’t know how to make anything, soz. When I start earning my own money I swear I’ll start experimenting with ingredients in the kitchen. You heard it here first. Seriously guys, when I finally get a stable income and you notice me spending it on unnecessary shit, feel free to nag me and tell me to start cooking!!! How do you “treat yourself”? With food. Food has always been my reward to myself after a long week, a hard exam, a bloody presentation, and basically after getting through something I had been dreading for a long time.   Favorite thing to do when doing self care? Surveys. Who have you been talking to the most? My family, I guess. “The most” is really pushing it though; I don’t talk a lot these days and it’s been difficult for me to sustain a conversation and not drain my battery in the middle of it. One thing you really miss right now? The past. I normally don’t think about it, but if there’s something from the past that I do miss, I end up pining hard for it. If you could be self-isolated with anyone who would it be? Angela. We haven’t seen one another in seven months so we could definitely do with spending seven months together lmao. We miss the shit out of each other. Do you have any pets? Yes :) Small update on my dogs: so for the last four months Kimi has hated having Cooper around and snarls every time he senses he’s nearby. But, and we have no clue what changed, now he has started humping Cooper and wants to be near him all the time...ugh. Favorite video games? At the early early phase of the lockdown I played Mario Kart 8 on the Switch all day long. Then for some reason I stopped and I haven’t played since like April. I haven’t played other video games. Favorite podcasts? Ear Biscuits. Andi has also started their own podcast and it debuted like a week ago; it looks extremely promising, but I’m super behind since I’ve deleted all my socials. I’ll catch up once I’m in the right state of mind and am feeling better enough to come back on my accounts. Favorite YouTubers? The main channels I watch are Good Mythical Morning and The Try Guys. But throughout the quarantine sooooooo many local celebrities have started their own vlog channels and majority of them are super fun to watch. My faves would be Andi Manzano’s, Manny Pacquiao’s daughter Mary’s, and Bea Alonzo’s. Wake up time? These days I try to be out of bed by 8:30 so I can sufficiently prepare and clean up for work, but early on in the lockdown I liked staying up all night and then waking up at like 9 or 10 AM. Sleep time? Anywhere from 10 PM to 1 AM. If you could go anywhere right now where would it be? I’d be in Sagada, vacationing by myself and doing some hiking, spelunking, reflecting, and soul-searching. I wish I can go back there someday; I just reallllly need to be out of the house and out of the city for a while.

What’s a change you want to keep when self isolation is over? There is nothing I wish to keep from this quarantine. It turned my entire life around and I wish I had all the things I had before it instead. Have you learned something? Yeah. Some of them the hard way. Any new skills? I took up a course on marketing last month so that was a lot of fun. Hobby-wise, I’ve been thinking of getting into cross-stitching so I can’t wait to buy my own kit and start with that. I’m also learning a lot of new and super helpful skills at work, like coming up with PR tactics/executions, knowing what will work for a client and what wouldn’t, photo editing, etc. It’s been the best internship experience ever. What’s a hobby you’d like to start learning? ^ The latter. I’d also love to learn how to bake, and maybe? start a vlog because it’d be nice to have an outlet where I can express myself and do new things while sharing my experiences with other people. What’s something you’d like to get better at? I constantly want to improve at my job because perfectionism. What food do you wish you had right now? Coffee shop pastries. :( God I haven’t had one of those in a while; I miss them loads. Your go to quarantine outfit? I don’t have one but man, when I do go out I tend to overdress because I rarely get an opportunity or have a reason to drive out these days, so I allow myself to look cute and all dressed up even if I’m just meant to pick up food at my grandma’s or something. What have you done today? I’ve been taking this survey, taken a shower, cried for a half hour, played with Cooper, cradled Kimi like a baby, checked my emails, and taken a few sips of coffee. Any plans for tomorrow? Work work work. What’s on your “to watch” list? The second volume of Unsolved Mysteries is finally out on Netflix so I’m hoping I get around to watching a few episodes soon. Any musicians/bands you’ve discovered? Most recent one was Chase Atlantic but I discovered them like back in July. Since I’m not listening to a lot of music these days, I’m not expecting to find new bands or singers to get into any time soon. Post a selfie right now!! Eh. Post pictures of your pets! I don’t feel like raking through my photos this morning. Maybe some other time. When was the last time you drank water? Last night at dinner. When was the last time you ate? Last night. When was the last time you got up and stretched? I can’t remember when I last did that. I usually stretch in bed, though.

Favorite song right now? This has been asked on every damn survey recently. I’m sure you’ll find my answer within the first page of my blog. Favorite social media to scroll through? It used to be Twitter until the lockdown hit and everyone stopped going out and having interesting updates. Before I deactivated everything, I loved spending time on Facebook. What’s the last thing you ate? A slice of pizza. What’s the weather like where you are? It’s a little cloudy and cold. I’m expecting it to rain today. Have you been playing animal crossing? No, but I know so many people who have been. How are you feeling? 50% meh, 50% just going through the motions. Who’s the last person you texted? Ate Alyanna. We’re both going through rough patches at the moment so we were cheering one another up. I needed that positivity a lot this morning and I’m glad we had that interaction. What does your last text message say with no context? ”Waaaaaaaa cute” Post a meme that made you laugh recently:

Outdoor activity you’d like to do right now? Hiking, mountain climbing, camping. Anything that’ll help me get disconnected from the world for a few days, really. Something you’re looking forward to when quarantine is over? Doing all those ^, traveling, being able to actually go to a workplace (once I have one), seeing my friends, going to bars again. Someone you’d like to see when quarantine is over? Everybody, man. I don’t give a shit as to who it is. Any new games coming out you want to play? Not really. I’m just waiting on GTA 6 even though there’s been like 0 updates on that front. New shows you’ve discovered? I revisited The Crown, but that’s it. I haven’t discovered anything new. Most comfortable piece of clothing you have? I find all of them comfortable; that’s why I wear them at home haha.

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Four Times (and the Lucky One) Chapter 5: The Lucky One

At the fifth and final attempt, provided for by the Universe itself, Adrien finally gets his lucky break. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Thank you all for reading! Enjoy!

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It took a lot to drag himself out of bed. These last few days had been an absolute slough to get through and not just because of his overbearing workload. Which was unsurprising since early December was always the busiest time of the year for him. The simple fact that he wouldn’t be able to try again with Marinette for six more weeks weighed more heavily on him than the photoshoots, the fencing practices, the Chinese lessons, and all his schoolwork. But he had to persevere, if only so he could reach that point again.

While he was eating breakfast alone in the dining room, Nathalie entered with her tablet in hand. She walked over to him without her eyes ever leaving the screen until she was standing right next to him, at which point she looked down at him impassively.

“Your photoshoot for the afternoon has been cancelled.” She held up a hand to forestall his question. “In addition, Monsieur D’Argencourt has reported that he is ill and will be cancelling classes for at least the next few days.”

He waited patiently for her to say what would be replacing these activities, but instead of explaining further she began to walk back out of the room.

“Wait!” Nathalie turned back around. “Does that mean… I have the day off?”

There was a pause. “Yes. Will that be a problem? If so I can-”

“No! No, that’s… that’s fine. I’m sure I can find something to do on my own. Thank you.”

Nathalie raised an eyebrow but nodded and left.

During his trip to school, the faint embers of hope were slowly being stoked as he scrolled through his social media. He didn’t want to get too optimistic, though - he still needed to get Marinette alone and that had proven his downfall time and time again.

Something caught his eye as he was scrolling. There was an outdoor movie event at the park tonight. He felt confident that she liked movies - she’d mentioned it as Ladybug once or twice, he was sure. If he threw in a dinner, then that would be romantic enough, right? It wasn’t far off from his last semi-successful attempt, but he had to try.

The car came to a stop and Adrien absentmindedly got out. He was here early enough that Nino wasn’t waiting for him - in fact, not many people seemed to be around. For a moment he considered waiting outside for Marinette, but quickly decided that he’d rather sit down in the classroom. In the meantime, he could figure out a plan for talking to Marinette without anyone else around. He stepped into the classroom.

There she was. At her desk. Semi-tired, working on some assignment at the last minute. In shock and disbelief he looked around the room.

Empty.

Completely, blessedly empty.

Except for the two of them.

Not wanting to scare her, he made sure that his footfalls were audible as he stepped towards his desk to set down his bag before crouching down next to her. Despite all his preparations, she was so out of it, and so focused on what she was doing that she was still startled when he spoke.

“Hello, Marinette.” He spoke with the sweetest, most pleasant voice he could manage. The effect was immediate - a faint blush dusted her cheeks, and made her freckles stand out all the more. How could one person be so adorable?

“Oh! H-hey, Adrien. What’s up? How are you?”

Without anything else to hide behind, she was feeling nervous again. Even he tell sense that as she only barely stopped herself from babbling.

“Pretty good. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” He rested his chin on the arm he had set down on her desk, forcing him to look up to meet her eyes.

“R-really? What do you, um, what did you want to t-talk about?” Her hands were in her lap and despite how she tried to hide it, he could see how they were clenched and shaking.

“I was just-” He coughed, finding his tongue to have dried. “My schedule was suddenly clear for today. And I guess- Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner and movies with me...?”

He saw her freeze for a long moment before melting again. “Oh, that sounds cool! I’ll ask Alya and Nino-”

"No, Mari.” He rolled forward on his knees, rising enough that he was eye level with her as he softly grabbed her shoulders. “Just you and me. I want to go on a date. With you, if that's okay. You're really special to me and... just please? This is very literally my fifth attempt. You're a wonderful-Mari?" She went boneless under his hands and he just barely caught her before she went tumbling. “Marinette, are you okay?!”

“Y-yeah. Just… just peachy.” She straightens herself out, but still has a dazed look on her face. A deep blush spread across her entire face and started to touch her neck. “So you… want to go out… on a date… with me…?”

There was no hesitation as Adrien nodded. His stomach fluttered, but he forced himself to be as confident as possible. The hard part, he assumed, was over. “Absolutely. If you’ll have me, of course.” Some uncertainty intruded into his mind. “I mean, you can say no if you want-”

“NO!”

Adrien reeled and made to remove his hands. “I… I see.”

Before he could move them more than a few centimeters, Marinette had quickly placed her hands over his, keeping them in place. Words fired out of her mouth as rapid speeds. “Wait, no, sorry, that came out wrong. I meant, there is no way I’d say no. I’ve just been waiting on this for a while now and I never thought- I always thought I’d have to be the one to make the first move. I’m just so surprised that you asked and please please please don’t be sad I didn’t mean it, I want to go out with you, honestly.”

Adrien took a moment to look to the side and process what she had said.

“So…” he said tentatively, “Is that a… yes?”

She threw her arms around his neck. “Yes.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he slipped his arms around her waist and returned the hug.

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They spent the rest of the day stealing glances at each other, blushing wildly, and doing poorly in terms of actual classwork. But neither of them could care much about that when they knew what was waiting for them after school was let out.

The last bell freed them and they walked out together. There were no words between them as they went down the stairs, but Adrien knew that there would be plenty of time for talking when they met up later for their date.

Their date… Still hard to believe that he’d finally managed it.

The car was waiting for him and he noticed the subtle changes to the Gorilla’s expression when he saw them together. Adrien wasn’t sure if it was just him imagining it, but he could almost swear that there was a faint smile on his bodyguard’s face.

“So… you haven’t changed your mind, right?” Marinette struggled to meet his eye.

“I definitely haven’t,” Adrien replied confidently. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“A-awesome! I’ll… I’ll see you later, then. Tonight. Later tonight! For our… for our date. That we are having. Our… romantic, not-platonic, date. Between just us two.” She wrung her hands as she looked at him, looking dazed. “Right?”

Adrien chuckled. “Yes. As romantic a date as I can pull off with such short notice.”

“Great. Awesome. I’ll just… go get ready for it then. Our date.”

Adrien watched her run across the street before getting into the car. It was excruciating to part from her, even if it was only for a couple hours. It was like she said though; they needed to get ready for their date. And it would be a while before the movie night started. Even if they got there early to get the best spot, it was still hours out.

“Well, well,” Plagg began, “Looks like you finally got your date. We could’ve been here plenty sooner if you just- mrph!” He was cut off when Adrien silenced him with a wedge of camembert.

Adrien wanted to bask in this victory for just a little while longer.

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Marinette looked at herself in the mirror. Her pastel yellow sundress, embroidered with her signature flowers. Her hair let loose. And so very, very nervous.

“Girl, it’s going to be alright!” Alya’s hand rested on her shoulders as she appeared next to her. “This dress is way cute - you’re gonna make the boy wish he’d asked you out sooner.”

Her reflection showed her the nervous smile she gave Alya. “I just- this might be my one chance! What if it was just on a whim and I blow it and he never wants anything to do with me ever again?!”

Alya raised her eyebrow. “M, this is definitely not just a whim. I can promise that.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Call it reporter’s intuition.”

“That’s what you say when you know something I don’t.”

“Precisely.” Alya smiled sweetly. “So take it on faith that I know what I’m talking about. Now get your cute little butt downstairs. I can hear Adrien talking with your parents.” Alya held up Marinette’s purse.

Marinette let out a startled squeak as she snagged her purse. She hurried down the stairs, chased by Alya’s laughter. Her confidence grew as she thought over her best friend’s words, but so did her curiosity. What did Alya know that she didn’t?

Those thoughts were put to the side as she entered the living room where Adrien stood prim and proper in front of her parents. The moment she appeared at the doorway, Adrien was turning towards her and her heart skipped a beat. His outfit wasn’t anything that would grace the covers of his father’s magazines, but his baseball tee hugged his body much better than his usual designer t-shirt, as did the dark wash jeans that made his appearance just on the cusp of being formal.

Or, to be more accurate to what she was thinking at the moment: Oh God - he's somehow even HOTTER.

“Hey, Marinette-”

It was gratifying to see the way his eyes widened and he became slack jawed as he looked her over. Ever the gentleman, his gaze immediately snapped back to her face as he schooled his face into a polite smile. Even then, she could see the way his cheeks were blushing furiously. It felt nice for him to finally be in the same boat as her.

“Hello, Adrien,” she smiled up at him and they spent a few good long moments staring into each other’s eyes before her father cleared his throat.

“Well, you two have a nice time, alright? And don’t stay out too late.”

“Of course, Mr. Dupain!”

“Just call me Tom, son,” her dad said with a chuckle. “I get the feeling we’ll be seeing lots more of each other soon.”

“I certainly hope so,” Adrien replied earnestly as he waved and left, Marinette at his side.

They were quiet as they left and entered the car waiting outside. The appearance of two soft looking blankets surprised her for a moment, but she shrugged it off. Maybe it had been for a photoshoot? She kept her hands on her knees and eyes forward. Her confidence was wavering and she didn’t know what to do to lighten her mood. Adrien seemed about as scared as she was, despite this being his idea.

“So… My parents didn’t give you too much trouble, did they?” She risked a glance towards him before quickly returning her eyes forward again. “You know how nosy they can be…”

“No, no!” He quickly reassured her. “They were great, very welcoming.” The silence returned. “They seem nice.”

“Yeah. They are.”

She swallowed heavily as the car parked. Before she could do anything, Adrien had practically leapt out of the car, leaving her blinking at his empty spot. She jumped when her car door opened. Had he really just run around just to open it for her? She wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or touched by that, so she settled for a small smile as she slid out of her seat.

The restaurant wasn’t anything fancy, which helped put her mind at ease some. She’d been afraid that he’d go all out trying to impress her, and that her simple sundress wouldn’t be near good enough.

“Table for two, please,” Adrien said and they were quickly guided to their seats, where he was quick to scoot out her chair for her. They ordered food and sat in silence for a couple minutes, Adrien fiddling with his ring and Marinette casting glances around the room.

“I like your dress.” Startled, Marinette looked up at Adrien. “Did you make it yourself?”

“Y-yes!” Marinette smoothed it down, feeling proud and a little self conscious about it. “How did you know?”

“You mean besides the high quality?” He smirked and Marinette’s heart fluttered. “I recognize that flower pattern from that shirt you wear a lot.”

“Th-thank you! And yes, the flower means a lot to me. It’s like a connection to my heritage, you know? I like to put it in my designs, along with my name.” She hesitated. “Is it conceited to have two signatures on a work?”

“Not necessarily. If I made pieces that good, I’d definitely want people to know who made them.” He took a sip of water. “What other projects are you working on? I know you’re always drawing in your sketchbook, so I’m sure you’ve got something in the works.”

“Yes! I’m always working on something. It’s where most of the money I earn helping out at the bakery goes,” she laughed ruefully. “Sometimes its just something for my own closet, but a lot of the time I’m making a gift for someone or working on a commission.”

“Do you get a lot of those?”

“Ever since I did those commissions for Jagged Stone, I’ve had a trickle of projects come my way. Like this one time…”

Marinette got swept up talking about herself throughout dinner. It was a risk when someone got her started with her passions, but she wasn’t entirely to blame. Adrien was a very attentive listener, always asking relevant questions and seemed very interested in everything she had to say about herself. Every time she would think she was done, he’d ask just the right thing to get her locked into another tangent and before long Adrien was paying for the dinner and they were out of the restaurant.

The sun was just about to begin sinking below the horizon, leaving them plenty of time to get to the park. What Marinette had failed to remember was that this was late fall - the daytime might have been comfortably warm, but the night was going to be chilly. And all she had was a sundress.

“Something the matter, Marinette?” Adrien asked as he opened the car door for her.

“Oh! Um, no, I’m fine. Just kicking myself for not dressing warmer is all.”

Adrien chuckled. “I get what you mean. I should’ve brought a jacket so at least one of us could be warm. Thankfully, that’s why I brought these along,” Adrien patted the stack of two blankets between them. A smile graced Marinette’s face. He’d put a lot of planning into something that had been so last minute.

Once they arrived, he had a few words with the Gorilla, who grunted and drove off.

“What was that about?” Marinette asked as he took her hand in his.

“I told him we’d be here for a while and we were close to your place, so I’d just have him meet me there after we’re done.”

“R-right. Okay.” She might have said something else, but chose instead to enjoy the moment and relish the feeling of holding hands with Adrien. Which made it all the more surprising when he suddenly stopped.

“What about here? We can lean against this tree, and we’re just far enough away from the screen that we won’t be surrounded by people.”

“Sounds great!” She squeaked out. They sat down close to each other, but not too close. Adrien passed her one of the blankets, which she gratefully draped over herself. Unfortunately, this was only barely managing to keep out the chill. It only got worse as the sun dipped below the horizon. Marinette started rubbing her arms to get some warmth.

"Whoa, are you cold?" She glanced over to see Adrien’s vibrant green eyes filled with concern.

"No! No, I'm fine,” she replied, trying to put on a brave face.

"Mari.” His tone was flat, and a touch reproachful. “You're shivering."

"This dress is just a little thin is all, but the blanket is great! I'll be fine-” Her eyes widened as he began shifting. “What are you doing?"

"Scooting closer. I will not have my lovely date shivering when I have a perfectly arm. Now please get under it," he lifted his arm with his blanket still on it.

"Adrien you really don't have to-"

"Yeah, because snuggling in the park with a gorgeous, intelligent girl is SUCH a hardship.” He rolled his eyes and shot her an oddly familiar grin. “C'mon. I hear guys are great space heaters anyway."

Hesitantly, as if moving too quickly would make her wake up from this dream, she crawled under Adrien’s blanket and felt his arm wrap around her shoulders. She squeaked when he pulled her a little closer, so that their bodies were flush together. By the time the movie began, she’d relaxed a little and rested her head against his chest.

The cold didn’t bother her for the rest of the night.

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“I had a wonderful time, Adrien.”

They were standing on the doorstep to her house, the last few moments that they had left for their night together. Neither of them wanted to end it, but there was nothing left for them to do except say goodbye.

“It’s been the best night I’ve had in a long time, Mari.” He looked down at her and hoped that she could see just how much love was in his eyes. He had high hopes - unlike at the start of their date, she wasn’t looking away any more. “I hope we can do this again sometime soon.”

Her breathing hitched. “Does that mean…?”

“That I’d like another date? Of course. Finding a time will be hard, but…” He winked. “I’m more than willing to wait.”

A blush spread across her cheeks. Not the biggest he’d teased from her that night, but beautiful all the same.

“Good night, Marinette.” He took her hand and dipped down to kiss it. When he looked back up, the redness had spread and she’d averted her eyes. A grin split his face. “Something the matter-”

He was interrupted, and his grin wiped clean, when she put her hands on either side of his face, leaned forward on her toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. It didn’t last long, but he was left wide eyed and dazed on her doorstep as she quickly opened the door.

“GoodnightAdrienIloveyou!” She blurted out as she slammed the door shut behind her.

Quick heartbeats passed before he touched his lips with two fingers and glanced up at her balcony, his heart pounding as he turned back around. He slipped into the backseat of the car and was startled to hear a slow clap from the front seat. From the rearview mirror he could see a faint smile on the Gorilla’s face. Adrien blushed more deeply.

Once he was back home, Adrien fell onto his bed and spread out, grinning at the ceiling like a dope. Plagg floated cross legged beside him.

“Well, well, well. Lover boy finally managed to do it.” He clapped his paws together, a toothy smile on his tiny face. “Congrats, kid. And I mean it. But aren’t you forgetting something?”

Adrien propped himself up on his elbows and tilted his head at his kwami.

“You forgot to hint about you being Chat Noir!” Plagg cackled. Adrien let himself fall back against the bed, but his frustration quickly melted away.

After all, there would be plenty more opportunities to come.