#he texted her Hey your friend is beautiful does she have ig and she was like nah and he was like ask her if i can have her number. DUHHHH

[ashmp3]

stop i was going through my personal posts on my old blog i had when i was in my party girl phase and LMFAO one post is: i drank half of my body weight and puked. i think i have a boyfriend now?????? GIRLLLLLL and no it wasnt the waiter boy it was the cello man like the lore goes deep. and then next 5 posts were about the waiter boy leaving chocolate for me LMFAOOO oh my god i am so boring now i cant believe it. Anyway who in seventeen and why is it my enfj brothers gyu and chan ......

[b3ach-bunn7]

CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST

Texts with your best friend Touya (who’s a little bit in love with you)

no quirk au <3

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January 9th

8:47 pm

You: OH TOUYAAAAA

You: it’s nearly ur bd 😁 what shall I get u

Touya: Nothing

Touya: Just Ur love 😍

You: ew

You: shall I get u some new earrings

You: OH I COULD PAY FOR ANOTHER PIERCING

Touya: Literally where

Touya: I think I’ve pierced every available location on my face

Touya: Unless… You meant somewhere else 😳

You: EWWWWWWWW

You: UR SUCH A FREAK

Touya: I meant my belly button?

You: stfu

Touya: Get your head out the gutter

You: shut up pooya

Touya: Wow you really got me there!

You: HUSH

January 12th

8:39 am

You: bruh where r u

You: homeroom started like ten minutes ago

Touya: I just woke up

Touya: Leaving onw buy shoti is lissing me kff

You: okay English!!!

Touya: Kys

You: but you can type that right…

January 12th

1:40 pm

You: Touyaaaaaa

You: can we go get food

You: the canteen stuff is rubbish today

You: plz I’m so sos is so hungry I’m dying

Touya: Fatty

You: HEY

You: SO MEAN

Touya: I’m only joking sweetcheeks

You: gross

Touya: You love it

Touya: Shiggy wants to come 2

Touya: Is that Ok

You: sigh fine I guess

Touya: Shall I tell him he’ll be third wheeling if he does 😳

You: yes 🥰🥰🥰���� he just can’t interrupt our time together my sweet

Touya: Ew

You: you love it

January 13th

7:40 pm

You: GST ON MINECRAFTTT

Touya: I’m doing homework

You: I’m doing your mum OHHH

Touya: Woah

Touya: Telling her u said that

You: PLZ IM JOKING

You: I’ll tell her ur telling porky pies

You: Rei would trust my word over urs anyways 😈

Touya: Lowkey she would

Touya: My own mother 😢

You: I’m just better ig

You: how long r u gonna be

Touya: Give me like fifteen mins

You: BOO

Touya: Bro Aizawa is up my ass rn

Touya: If I hand one more piece of work in late he’s gonna acc kill me

You: idk why u hate him so much

You: i love him

You: and he has that sexy teacher look🤤 those luscious locks

Touya: R u sure u can get off his dick long enough for us to play

You: HAHAHAH

You: STFU

You: ur just jealous

Touya: So very

Touya: Why aren’t u hyping ME up like that

You: cause u smell?

Touya: I’m not playing

You: IM JOKING

You: U smell so good and yummy

You: like cigarette smoke 😍

Touya: 🙄

You: sassy 💁‍♀️

Touya: Stop distracting me so I can work

You: okay smelly

January 15th

2:30 pm

Touya: Y/N

Touya: Y/n

Touya: Y/NNNN

Touya: Queen

Touya: Sweetheart

Touya: Angel

You: if you throw one more piece of paper at my head I’m blocking u

Touya: You won’t check ur phone

Touya: How else can I get ur attention from across the room

You: WE R I. CLASS

Touya: So?

You: think I figured out why Aizawa doesn’t rate u

You: pay attention

Touya: But I miss u

Touya: And I’m bored

You: U LITERALLY SAW ME LIKE HALF AN HOUR AGO

You: AT LINCH

Touya: Ur point?

You: omfg

Touya: So what’s up

You: I’m gonna kill you

January 17th

6:50 pm

Fuyumi: Hi Y/N

You: hey fuyumi!!

You: everything okay?

Fuyumi: Yeah, it’s great!!

Fuyumi: Just wanted to tell u that everyone needs to be at ours for Touya’s party at 5:00

Fuyumi: We’ll tell him to come home at like six so that gives us some time to get everything ready

You: beautiful

You: do u think he has any idea were throwing him a party 🤭🤭

Fuyumi: I don’t think so 😆 we have been very careful

Fuyumi: Even shoto has kept his mouth shut

You: yeah I had to threaten twice a couple times before he promised to not tell

You: IM EXCITED

Fuyumi: Me too!!!

Fuyumi: Can’t wait to see u 😊

You: I can’t wait either!!!

Fuyumi: I hope he’ll like it

Fuyumi: We’re getting mum to drive all across town to get him that cake he loves

Fuyumi: I really want him to have fun

You: don’t worry babe he will have fun

You: and if he doesn’t I’ll force him to 😈

January 17th

7:00pm

Touya: U guys r throwing me a surprise party right

You: what?

Touya: For my bd

Touya: Fuyumi is being all suspicious

Touya: Told me I have to leave the house tomorrow but also come back at six oclock??

Touya: And the little brat keeps giggling at me

You: uhm don’t call little shoto that

Touya: Ur deflecting

Touya: They r throwing a party aren’t they

You: they aren’t

You: idk why you think that

Touya: Y/N

You: WHY DO U HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING

Touya: Lol

You: please please don’t tell them you know

You: they’re so excited for do this for you

You: [screenshot attachment]

You: look what Fuyumi said to me

Touya: Oh

You: please don’t spoil 😔

Touya: Don’t worry your pretty little head

Touya: I won’t

You: YAY

You: LOVE U

Touya: Ly2

January 18th

12:00am

You: [audio messsage]

You: enjoy me whisper singing happy bd to u

You: HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY WOOOOO

You: LOVE U THE MOST

You: okay I need to sleep we have school tomorrow

January 18th

3:07am

Touya: Thank you y/n

Touya: Ly the most too

January 18th

6:15 pm

You: Touya where tf r u

Touya: I’m On my way!

You: we’ll be On your way! FASTER

Touya: STFU

You: U STFU

Touya: U TOLD ME TO MAKE THIS BELIEVEBE

Touya: MY FAMILY WOULD NOT BELEIWV I GOT THERE ON TIME

You: wait ur right lowkey

Touya: exactly

You: well walk faster

Touya: I’m not walking

Touya: I’m driving

You: HOW TF R U TEXTING ME

Touya: Imd riving one handed?

You: GET TF OFF UR PHONE 😭

January 19th

12:04 am

Touya: Y/N

Touya: Thank u for gifts

Touya: The strap for my bass

Touya: And the necklace

Touya: I lowbe them

Touya: and the aprty was so fun

Touya: I lovwd it

Touya: and I lobe you

You: that’s okay 😁

You: are u drunk rn🤔

Touya: Snuch out with bawks

Touya: Hrwks

Touya: Hawks

Touya: Raided fathers liquoye supply

You: you went to your dad’s house????

Touya: NO

Touya: never

Touya: stolen from when he was gere

Touya: fukcing loser 😂😂

You: where r u guys?

Touya: hawks house

Touya: his oarents arent home

Touya: u wanbawcome over

Touya: I’ll kuck him out

You: u can’t kick hawks out of his own house 😭

You: why do u even need to kick him out we’re friends

Touya: he flirst with y so much

Touya: flirts

Touya: pisses me off

You: awwwww r u jelly 🥺

Touya: yes

You: LOL

You: yeah maybe lay off the the drinks buddy

Touya: I live u

Touya: love

Touya: I loved the gifts u got me rhwnks

You: you already said babe

Touya: sorry baby Im so drunk

You: okay I’m going to go before you say something you’ll regret in the morning

You: goodnight birthday boy

January 19th

1:05 pm

Touya: Please erase last night from ur memory

You: last night was a movie 😍

Touya: Yeah a fucking horror

You: HAHAHA

Touya: My head is killing me

You: painkillers?

Touya: Idk where they r and Hawks is sleeping

You: did u guys just wake up 😭

Touya: I think I slept like at like five am

Touya: It’s nice smoking inside a house and not in some alleyway so mum doesn’t catch me

You: BOO

You: ur lungs hate u

Touya: I hate them back

Touya: It’s why I smoke

You: LOL SHUT UP

Touya: Fuck my HEAD

You: that’s what he said

Touya: Ew man

You: you love it

You: go drink some h2o

Touya: Enough chemistry in too tired

You: sigh fine

You: go get some WATER 💦

Touya: Fine

You: bye baby 🤪

Touya: I’ll kill you

You: but I thought you love me??

Touya: Ur dead to me

You: HAHHA

January 21st

7:06 pm

You: Touya

You: can I come over plz

Touya: Erm what 😳😳😳

You: seriously

You: can I

Touya: Yh ofc

Touya: You okay?

You: yh

You: well no actually

You: my dads being my dad again

You: I just can’t be in this house rn

You: I need to get away from him

Touya: Yeah u can anytime

Touya: Yk my family loves u

You: thanks

Touya: You want me to pick u up?

You: nah I wanna walk

You: thanks again

You: love u

Touya: Ly2

January 29th

5:28 pm

You: [image attachment]

You: BRUH HOW DID I LOSEEEE

You: I ATE SK BAD

Touya: Bruh get off dress to impress 😭

Touya: U r beefing ten year olds rn

You: idgaf

You: ten year olds who can’t fucking dress

You: I actually hate this game

You: that is NOT STEAM PUNK WHAT THE FUCK

Touya: Maybe get good

You: maybe kys???????

Touya: Words hurt 😔

You: man up?

Touya: Woah

Touya: Okay just perpetuate gender norms..

You: define perpetuate?

You: YH that’s what i thought

February 6th

7:06 pm

You: bro

You: all my friends have valentines apart from ME

Touya: Get good?

You: okay and where’s urs?

Touya: texting her rn 😍

You: omg 😳

You: but on a real I feel horrifically left out

You: Toga keeps flaunting it in my face

Touya: That little freak got one?

Touya: Who

You: yk that girl in 1-A with the chubby cheeks

You: they r so cute omg

You: how come toga has a lesbian lover and I’m jobless and hoeless 😔

Touya: I can help with one of those things

You: u hiring???

Touya: I’ll be ur valentine

You: I can’t tell if ur joking

Touya: I’m not

You: do u have one romantic bone in ur body

Touya: I can think of one 😳

You: LMAO EW

Touya: Nah fr I’ll be ur valentine

You: okay…

You: ask me properly tho

Touya: Okay

Touya: Hey Y/N

You: oh hi Touya! What’s up

Touya: Will u do me the great honour of being my valentine?

You: 😊 yes!

Touya: Thank you 😊😍

February 10th

2:02 pm

Touya: Omg

Touya: Y/N guess what

You: don’t text me in class lil bro

Touya: Someone asked me to be their valentine 🤪

You: what

You: Who

You: is she in our homeroom

You: did u tell her ur mine

Touya: Woahh

Touya: Jealous much

You: no I just don’t want to be a side piece 😔

Touya: No Dw I told her I’m urs 🥺

You: shush

You: yk what I meant

You: who was it tho

Touya: Idk some girl in my maths class

Touya: She seemed pretty sad when I said no

Touya: The ladies love me

You: she’ll get over it!

Touya: LOL

February 14th

8:03 am

You: OMG

You: ARE THESE FLOWERS MINE

Touya: No I got them for ur dad actually

You: TOUYAAA

You: THEYRE MY FAVS

You: THANM U SM

Touya: Anytime Valentine

February 14th

1:20 pm

Touya: Meet at my car

Touya: I’m taking u out for lunch

You: thank gosh

You: they’re selling some mystery meatloaf type deal and I’m no happy

You: hawksy wants to come too

Touya: No

Touya: Just u

You: girl he’s not gonna do anything

Touya: No this is like

Touya: Hold on

You: okay hawks is looking at his phone and typing

You: r u texting him

You: okay he magically doesn’t wanna come along anymore

Touya: Aw :((

Touya: I’m waiting outside

You: see u in a bit smelly

February 14th

1:50 pm

You: ur such a child

You: IM RIGHT IN FRONT OD U JUST TALK TO ME

Touya: NO

You: WHY

Touya: IK SCARED

You: I can see u smiling

Touya: Shut up

Touya: Okay listen

Touya: If u don’t like what I’m about to say we r going to act like this never happened okay

Touya: I will delete the message out of existence and thus out of ur mind

You: okay…

Touya: Okay so I kind of like actually asked u to be my Valentine not just because ur lonely

Touya: And I like really like you

Touya: As in like like

Touya: But I don’t wanna ruin our friendship because ur the best friend I’ve ever had and will ever have

Touya: So if u don’t feel the same we can just pretend this never happened

February 14th

8:00 pm

You: I’m home safe xxx

Touya: Don’t care

You: okay mr message me when ur back

You: okay mr parked in my driveway to make sure I got in okay???

Touya: Shut up

You: wait hold on

You: is that why uninvited hawks

You: so that u could ask me out

Touya: Yeah and the sky is also blue

You: SHUT UL

Touya: He’s so stupid yk

Touya: It was his idea ??

Touya: And he forgot

You: hey three’s a party!

Touya: So you would’ve kissed me as aggressively as you did if Hawks was there?

You: wait ur right..

You: Oh well

You: it was about time anyways

You: took u like three years and u did it over DMS

Touya: I’m shy 🥺

You: EW TF

You: I take the kiss back

Touya: These hickeys tell me a different story

You: HSUTUP

Touya: You love it

You: I love YOU 🫵

Touya: Yeah

Touya: Love you too

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This was NOT supposed to end with a confession but I physically cannot help myself 😅 I love these text posts they’re so fun!!

Hope u all enjoyed <3

[jobean12-blog]

Simply Irresistible

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker AU)

Word Count: 2,446

Summary: Joel takes you on the best first day you’ve ever been on

Author’s Note: More Biker!Joel because I love him so! This is connected to my first Biker!Joel story The Road to Love but they can be read separately. Thank you so much for the love this AU is getting, I’m really enjoying it! Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: lots of soft and sweet fluff, flirting, tension, f-ing-er-ing, little th-ig-h ri-d-ing, Joel can’t keep his hands to himself 

The edit below is NOT MINE: my amazing friend Ellie @mrsmischief209 made it for me at the drop of a hat and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Thank you forever my sweet! 💕

Joel Miller Masterlist

“He texted you again, didn’t he?” Jade asks as she peeks over your shoulder.

“Of course it’s him,” Dan adds. “Look at that smile.”

You finish replying to Joel and then stuff your phone in the back pocket of your jeans.

“You two are insufferable!”

Your tone is playful and you’re still grinning.

“You LOVE us,” Dan chimes.

“You do,” Jade agrees. “Now tell us what he said.”

“I do love you both,” you assure them. “And he was just asking what I was wearing for our date…”

“REALLY?!” Dan screeches. “WHY?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask,” you reply. “I just told him I was planning to wear a dress.”

“You didn’t ask why!?!” Dan nearly shouts.

“Maybe he wanted to make sure you’re dressed properly for the restaurant…maybe it’s a fancy and romantic place!” Jade says with a wistful sigh.  

You look between your two friends and roll your eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I’ll find out!” you say as you wiggle past them to help a customer.

“I can hardly wait until Saturday,” Dan whispers to Jade as he follows after you. “I bet they don’t even make it to dinner.”

Jade and Dan share a mischievous giggle and you shoot them a glare, smirking when you see Dan waggling his eyebrows at you.

~Saturday night~

“Text me and Dan if you need anything,” Jade speaks into the phone.

Dan grabs it from her hand.

“YES! Text us everything,” Dan says enthusiastically. “All the juicy details…I want to know every last one!”

You hear some scuffling and hear Jade mutter a curse at Dan before she’s back and says, “sorry babes, Dan is very excited.”

“I am too,” you smile as you stand in front of your mirror and check yourself one last time.

Just then you hear the rumble of an engine and your stomach fills with butterflies.

“He’s here!” you whisper shout into the phone. “Gotta go!”

“HAVE FUN!” both Dan and Jade shout simultaneously.

With a laugh you hang up and head for your front door.

The doorbell rings and you let out the breath you’ve been holding in before opening the door.

Joel’s leaning against the frame, relaxed in his signature dark jeans that fit just right and a vest that shows off his sculpted arms and tattoos.

Your gaze lingers on his handsome face before you take in the rest of him, you fingers twinkling hello with a small wave.

“Hey sunshine,” he murmurs as his eyes sweep over your body appreciatively.

Even though he does nothing to hide the fact that he’s checking you out it doesn’t come off as creepy, it only makes you feel desired and beautiful.

“You look…” and he runs a hand through his hair, tousling it so his curls are more pronounced, “amazin’.”

“Thanks,” you answer sweetly as you take a step closer.

He lifts his hand and holds up a small bouquet of wildflowers.

“These are for you,” he says quietly.

“Oh Joel! They’re beautiful!” you exclaim, taking them and holding them up to your nose. “I love them! Thank you.”

He looks pleased and gives you a sideways smile. You place your palm on his chest and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, your lips lingering on his skin before you pull away, your eyelashes still fluttering against your cheek.

When you meet his eyes they wander over your features before settling on your lips.

“You’re welcome sunshine.”

“I just want to put them in water before we go. Come in for a minute.”

You leave the door open and rush off to the kitchen, grabbing a small vase and filling it with water. Joel remains by the door and openly inspects what he can see of your house.

“I like it,” he says when you’re finished and walking back to him. “It’s warm and soft and inviting…fits you.”

“Thanks. It’s home.”

You meet him by the door but he doesn’t move out of the way.

You nibble your bottom lip and look at him through your lashes.

“Ready?” you ask.

He lifts his hand to your mouth and presses the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip, gently pulling it free from your teeth. Then he takes your chin between his fingers and tugs your mouth to his.

Your hands instinctively curl into his vest and you press yourself against him. His fingers graze your jaw before ghosting down your neck and curling around the back of it to bring you impossibly closer, his lips finding yours again quickly.

“Mm,” he hums against your lips, kissing you several more times before announcing, “now I’m ready. Just had to give you a proper hello darlin’.”

You nod, unable to speak and still clinging to him.

His hand slides lower and wraps around your waist, tucking you into his side as he leads you out the door.

“Where’s your bike?” you ask without thinking.

“Disappointed sunshine?” he asks with a knowing smirk.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly and you give him a sheepish look.

“No! Not at all. I just figured…”

His fingers press under your chin and he lifts your eyes, ghosting his lips across yours as he whispers, “don’t worry, I promised I’d take you for a ride any time you want and I meant it. I just can’t have you riding around on my bike in that dress darlin’. It’s not the safest.”

“Okay,” you breathe out. “Is that why you asked me what I was going to wear?”

He nods with a wink and brings you around to the passenger side door of his pickup then opens it for you.

“I would have changed,” you tell him with a smile.

His intense gaze travels from your head to your toes and when he reaches your eyes again they blaze with heat.

“No,” is all he says before he takes your hand and helps you up.

Once you’re seated he leans forward and grabs the seatbelt, laying it across your body then buckling it. The action is thoughtful and sweet but every time his hands brush along your skin it fills you with anticipation, the need to have him touch you overwhelming.

As if he senses it too, his fingers close around your hand and he lifts it to his lips for a soft kiss, his eyes never leaving yours until he reluctantly releases you and shuts the door.

When he gets in the driver’s side you ask, “where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he says as he shifts the truck into drive.

He sets one hand loosely on the steering wheel and lets his other inch across the middle console until it’s resting on your thigh, his fingers slightly hidden under the hem of your dress.  

His calloused thumb draws small circles on your soft skin and you love how rough it feels in comparison. You place your hand over his and trace his long fingers, gently stroking them with your fingertips. He shifts in the seat and glances at you while he squeezes your leg, the air thick with tension.  

Thankfully it doesn’t take long to get to your destination and when Joel turns down a small dirt road you turn to him with a look of confusion.

“There’s no restaurant here,” you say.

“No, there isn’t,” he answers. “Hope that’s ok.”

He parks and hops out of his truck then comes around to open your door and before you can ask any more questions he grabs you around the waist and helps you down, your body sliding along his until your feet hit the ground.

You stay pressed against him, your hands curled around his biceps. When he doesn’t release you, you dance your fingers higher, grazing his shoulder before they dip to the buttons of his vest and press to his warm skin.

“Are you hiding any tattoos under here?” you ask with your eyes still on his chest.

Your fingers toy with the first button and you pop it open, hearing his breath catch in his throat.

“Sweetheart,” he warns, tightening his grip on you.

“I want to see,” you whisper, lifting your eyes.

His eyes close briefly and you can see his teeth grind together before he shifts your bodies so he can press you into the side of his truck, the need to feel every inch of you overpowering every other thought.

You continue your exploration and push the fabric apart, slowly dragging your finger downward and parting it more, just enough to see the top of another piece of ink. You look up and into his eyes as your fingers undo one more button of his vest, exposing more of his tan skin until you can see the whole tattoo.

Your eyes drop and you trace your fingertips over the dark ink.

“Beautiful,” you breathe out.

He captures your hand in his, pressing it to his lips before he rests it on his shoulder and with his mouth just a whispered breath from yours his hands caress your body, his frustration evident when the material of your dress keeps him from your bare skin.

“You drive me crazy sunshine. From the moment I saw you…”

“Joel,” you plea.

His nose brushes yours before trailing down your neck, his lips following with soft kisses.

“I had a picnic planned…food, drinks…dessert. Even thought we’d watch the sunset,” he murmurs into your skin.

“Had?” you gasp, your fingers digging into his back as he nips at the skin above your pulse point.

“You expect me to sit through a picnic now?” he teases as his lips move over your collarbone.

“But it sounds so romantic,” you say, your voice breathy as you tilt your head back to give him better access to your neck.

“I thought so,” he smirks as he brings his lips back to yours. “I’ve got everything ready, just say the words.”

“Thought you couldn’t make it through a picnic…” you counter with some playful sass.

“I’d try just for you but I can’t promise anything.”

His fingers slip under the hem of your dress, languidly sliding along your skin until they reach your inner thigh. Every motion is deliberate and when he moves his hand to your hip and teases the waistband of your panties you groan out his name.

“Problem sweetheart?” he asks, his eyes full of mischief.

Your fingers work through his thick dark hair, and move down his back, exploring and touching all the hard planes of muscle.  

You want more. Need it. And you can feel him throb against your stomach as his bearded cheek grazes your delicate skin and he captures your lips in a kiss that steals any remaining air from your lungs.

His hand slides down to your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze, pulling your hips harder against his. With a slight nudge he pushes his knee between your legs and presses his thigh upward, making you whimper into his mouth.

The hard muscle flexes and you can’t stop the way you grind yourself over him.

“Fuck darlin’,” he hisses when he pulls away, his breathing heavy.

Your lips part when he grabs your waist and rocks you over his thigh, your moans of pleasure the only sounds he wants to hear.

He removes his knee and replaces it with his hand, pushing your panties to the side and easily sliding his thick fingers through your arousal.

“Oh fuck sunshine,” he moans against your lips, “this all for me?”

Your hands claw at his back, trying to bring him closer and he answers your silent plea, slowly pushing a finger inside you.

He grunts as your tightness surrounds him and the urge to see your face takes over as he pulls back from your lips to watch you.

He holds your gaze as he takes his time, gentle, slow, deliberate pumps of his hand as he builds a torturous rhythm.

“More,” you demand, dragging your hands down his chest before your fingers grab hold of his biceps.

He flexes under your touch and you can see the chords of muscle strain with his every movement.

“Joel, more.”

He growls and with his free hand, takes a hold of your wrists, pinning your arms above your head and against the truck.

You clench around him and weakly push against his grip. With a satisfied grin he keeps his eyes on yours as he pushes a second finger inside you.

His movements remain slow and torturous and it drives you wild with impatience. You buck your hips onto his hand, trying to take him deeper but he keeps you pinned in place and draws out your pleasure.

“Joel,” you beg, your desperation swallowed by his lazy but sexy kiss that makes you roll your hips all over again.

He keeps you on the edge until you you’re trembling in his arms, strung so taut but not alone. His expression is filled with need, his muscles straining with the last remains of his barely contained control.

“Please,” you whisper, on the verge of falling apart. “Please, Joel.”

Whatever impressive control he’s mastering snaps and he starts to move his fingers faster, pushing deeper. He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles until you shatter against him, your release spasming through you until you can hardly hold yourself upright.

“I got you darlin’,” he murmurs and you feel his lips press softly to your shoulder as he draws his fingers away.

Your eyes meet his and his expression is soft with satisfaction.

“I’d apologize for not being able to keep my hands to myself,” he starts, lifting his hand between your bodies, his fingers gleaming, and licking them clean one by one, “but I’m addicted.”

“Joel…” you whisper, still breathless.

He slants his mouth over yours in a grazing, taunting kiss and you bite his lower lip before he deepens it so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

When he tears his mouth away it’s only for lack of air and you can see him start to open it as if he’s going apologize again but you press a finger to his lips.

“This is by far the best first date I’ve ever had,” you whisper as you trace his jaw. “And we still have time to watch the sunset.”

“We can do whatever you want sunshine.”

Your lips curl into a coy smile and you press yourself closer, bending your head to his and kissing him.

Hard and hungry.

His large hand curls around the back of your neck and he keeps you close, taking over and kissing you back just the same.

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I Like You - SMAU*

Part 10

CorpseHusband x FemReader - Y/N

warnings: cussing

notes: uhhh,, idk where to take this series, but ima just go w the flow igs 😭 also,, i completely give up on adding the small details like the likes, comments, replies, and the times on tweets so i’m super sorry if it bothers you lmao

it’s also pretty long,, mostly writing rather than the smau, butttt i really like this one 🥺

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“When’s Rae gonna be home?” Corpse asks, playing with his hands.

“She’ll be home tonight, I just don’t know at what time. Why?”

“Uh... I- I just... I don’t know? I’m kind of nervous?”

“Corpse, Rae is your friend. But if you don’t feel comfortable, I can get a hotel room for you not too far away from here?” You suggest, 100% willing to pay for a hotel room for him if he wouldn’t feel comfortable being here with Rae here.

“I wanna stay here- with you... If that’s okay with you, of course.” There’s a slight blush on his face, it makes you smile a bit.

“Yes, I want you to stay here, too. You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” You grab his plate, stacking his on top of yours, taking them to the sink.

“No, no. I can be on the couch tonight, I don’t sleep anyway.”

“Corpse, I’m not gonna have you sleep on that uncomfortable ass couch. Come on, we’ll figure something out. Wanna watch a movie?” He nods his head. You grab his hand, or more so his fingers, leading him to your room.

You turn the lights off, turning your fairy lights on instead. You tell Corpse to get comfortable, fluffing pillows for him, letting him lay back.

You know Corpse would be a bit anxious and nervous, not something you’d ever blame him for. You’re surprised you’re not being awkward or nervous. You’ve been trying your best to keep Corpse comfortable here, making sure he isn’t getting too nervous.

“Can we watch High School Musical? I have the stupid ass songs stuck in my head, childish me is coming...” You ask, not wanting to torture him with such a movie. Well, it’s not a bad movie, but you’d understand if anyone’d want to shoot themselves in the head while watching.

“Of course, baby.” You can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach from the nickname. You sit closer to the TV, wanting Corpse to be comfortable rather than you.

Suddenly, you feel a hand around your waist. Corpse pulls you to him, letting you lay next to him. He looks at you, smiling. You smile back.

“Corpse, can I ask you a question?” He hums, indicating for you to go on. “That one time, you didn’t answer me for two days... You told me it had been because I was too ‘pretty.’ I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. Why didn’t you answer me, like for real?” You don’t ask this in a bad way either, you’re just genuinely curious.

“I- uh... I’m going to be 100% honest, Y/N, but I don’t wanna scare you away.” He says cautiously, hesitating to go on.

“Corpse, you could never. I’m too attached already.” He chuckles, letting out a sigh.

“I like you. Like, like like you... I liked you before even seeing your face, but after, wow.” Silence. Deafening silence. But honestly, you can hear your fucking smile. You don’t think you’ve ever smiled so hard in your life. “Y/N, baby, say something, please.”

“Corpse,” You look up at him, probably scaring him with your smile. “I like you, too. Like, like like you.” He chuckles, but it’s more of a chuckle of relief. If that’s a thing?

He pulls you close to him, letting your head rest on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, his breathing, trying to match yours with his. You slowly drift off, your eyelids getting too heavy to keep open.

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You wake up in Corpse’s arms. He’s gently stroking your side, looking down at you with a small smile.

“Good morning,” His voice is raspier and deeper than it already is. You didn’t know that was possible.

“Good morning,” You say, yawning softly. You bury your face deeper into his chest, snuggling closer to him.

“So fucking cute.” He mumbles, softly chuckling.

After a while of just laying there in Corpse’s arms, you decide to check social media and your messages. Already, Twitter is going crazy, assuming quickly that you and Corpse are dating. It’s not anything you didn’t expect, but it’d be nice if people didn’t jump to conclusions.

You decide to tweet a good morning, feeling good about today. And sadly, very unfortunately, you decide to text back the group chat - something you’ve been dreading to do.

Corpse is there, reading the messages, but you don’t mind.

You kind of, accidentally, and very stupidly put yourself out, but it’s all good, nobody said anything besides Brooke. You all have a drunk Among Us lobby to get to.

After getting ready, Corpse getting his laptop and mic ready in another room, you join the Discord call. Corpse joins quickly after. Surprisingly, nobody says anything about you two being in the same apartment while greeting each other. You don’t doubt that someone will say something soon.

“Let’s all take a drink - to Corpse and Y/N holding hands!” Alex exclaims, clinking his glass on his mic. The rest cheer, pretending to clink their glasses as well. You sigh and laugh a bit, but nonetheless, you’re gulping down a glass of champagne.

“Alex,” You say, catching his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you!”

“Hey, hey, hey. No fucking.” Karl says, and you can hear him slap his hand to his mouth after realizing what he just said. The lobby bursts into fits of laughter, but the one you’re trying to listen for, Corpse’s. It’s silent on his end.

“Karl, how much have you had to drink?” Dream asks, slurring his words. Didn’t this game just start?

“I had like 3 beers?”

“You fucking lightweight.” You tease. “Dream, you’ve been drinking too...”

“Yeah, we might’ve pregamed an Among Us game.” He admits shamefully.

“Didn’t expect less from you two,” Rae says, adding a disappointing tone to her voice for effect. She starts the game, despite the sad protests from Karl and Dream.

Crewmate.

You pout, wanting so badly to be Imposter. You’re a good liar to say the least, and people easily fall for your sweet, innocent voice. It’s funny, pathetic even, which is why you want at least one good Imposter round.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse greets you in Nav. Dream follows behind him, Karl coming in shortly after.

“Hey, my beautiful alcoholics!” You greet cheerfully, earning groans from them both. Oh, how fun it’s going to be teasing them.

“At least she called us beautiful.” Karl says, walking out of Nav with Dream, leaving you and Corpse alone again. You get back to doing your task, connecting the ship with the dotted lines and whatnot.

“Am I beautiful?” You can hear the pout in his voice, it’s cute.

“Gorgeous, stunning even.” You say before walking out of Nav, smiling to yourself.

This round is pretty uneventful, along with the next few. But after about five rounds, you’re all incredibly drunk after playing some drinking games.

“No balls,” Rae dares. You’re Imposter this round, and Rae’s made you her personal hitman. She’s telling you to kill Karl, but he’s innocently doing his tasks.

“I have three actually.” You defend yourself, not making any sense at all.

“Three what?” Sykkuno comes in.

“Three balls,” Rae answers.

“Okayyy then...” Sykkuno drawls, leaving you two alone. Corpse comes along, the second Imposter. Oh, how convenient.

“Hey, Corpseee,” You greet, making it so fucking obvious.

“Oh my God!” Rae exclaims. You sigh, facepalming yourself. “Corpse kill Karl, Y/N kill Sykkuno.”

“Woah, since when did we become your hitmen?” Corpse backs his astronaut up.

“I’m not killing Syk!” You whisper-yell.

“Okay, then you kill Karl and Corpse can kill Sykkuno.” You can hear her shrugging as if it’s no big deal, but literally, Karl and Sykkuno are the sweetest people to you.

“No, I’m not doing it, Rae...” Corpse still hasn’t said anything. He’s watching you and Rae go back and forth, whisper-yelling even though anyone would be able to hear you.

“I’ll call you two out.”

“You’d never,”

“The emergency meeting button is looking real sexy right now.” Ugh, fuck the stupid smirk you can just hear in her voice.

“Fine, we’ll do it.” Corpse says. He goes and kills Sykkuno. You hesitate killing Karl, but he already watched Corpse kill Sykkuno so, unfortunately, you have to.

You and Corpse run away, leaving Rae to report the bodies.

After you and Corpse vouching for each other the whole round, nobody putting sus on you two because well, you sound so innocent and sweet even while being shitface drunk, you two win, earning groans from everyone in the lobby except from Rae.

“To be fucking fair, Rae had me and Corpse be her hitmen sooo, you can blame her if you died.” The lobby starts yelling playfully at Rae.

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After finally finishing streaming, Corpse comes into your room, plopping down onto your bed.

“Gosh, I’m gonna have the worst fucking hangover tomorrow.” He murmurs into your pillow, hugging it close to him. You jump onto the bed, sitting next to him, playing with his hair. He doesn’t mind, or you don’t think he does.

“It was fun,” You say, smiling to yourself. You love spending time with your friends. You can’t imagine how much fun it’d be if all of you got together in real life.

“It was,” Corpse yawns, looking up at you, smiling as you keep playing with his hair. He gets up, settling himself into your bed again, pulling you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around him, snuggling yourself closer to him.

“We should probably eat something... And get ourselves some water.” You say, knowing that tomorrow’s hangover is going to be a bitch.

“I don’t wanna let go of you.” Corpse whines. You try getting up, but he almost throws a fucking tantrum. Quickly, you get out of his arms, running out of your room, giggling like a fucking maniac.

“Y/N! Please!” He shouts softly, trying not to wake Rae. He runs after you, following you into the kitchen. You run to the other side of the counter. He goes left, you go right - vice versa.

“Corpse, we need food and water.” You say, trying to grab pans out of the cupboards while he’s trying to get you. You can’t help yourself from giggling. Rae will kill you if you two wake her up.

“I wanna hold you,” Corpse pouts. Gosh, he’s going to be the death of you.

“In a sec, I can make us something real quick.” Drunk Corpse obviously equals Clingy Corpse.

“Fine,” He sighs dramatically, sitting on a stool. You grab pans from underneath the cupboards, pulling out some bread and cheese. Grilled cheese is easiest and it’ll take the least amount of time.

As you’re plopping bread into the toaster, Corpse snakes his arms around your waist, snuggling his face into your neck. There’s the slightest stubble, making you giggle.

“Corpse, I can’t cook with you on me.”

“Yes you can, I’ll help.” So stubborn...

You take the bread out of the toaster before it gets too toasted, putting it on the buttered pan.

It was a mission to finish the food to say the least. Corpse demands you eat in your room that way he can hold you. You put on The Promised Neverland, watching the TV as Corpse watches you. But honestly, you don’t mind.

You two fall asleep in each other’s arms again. And you don’t think you’d ever be able to fall asleep without being in his arms again.

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The New Girl ~ The Date

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Masterlist || Series Masterlist

Warnings: a few swears, fluff ig lol

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE!!! so the series is technically done but i thought it would be cute to do a one shot of the date since it would be hard to describe just in texts lmao. i’m so so so sorry this took me so long to write i had absolutely no free time on spring break and then i had exams so i wrote this extremely fast pls don’t judge if this is bad but i hope you enjoy anyways 🥰

this can be read without reading the series first but it might make a little more sense if you have read all the parts :)

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The last bell rings in your 7th period class, signaling the end of the school day, and you immediately jump out of your seat and make your way over to Peter's desk.

"You ready to go Parker?" you ask excitedly.

"Yeah, I have to grab some books from my locker first before we leave though," he replies, packing up his stuff.

"Okay, but this time I'm coming with you. I'm not letting you leave me waiting again."

"You're never gonna let me live that one down are you?" he smirks.

"Nope," you giggle, "now hurry up, we've got a date."

After you stop at Peter's locker you take the short walk down to Delmar’s. It isn’t awkward per se, but you can tell that Peter is nervous. So in an attempt to ease his nervousness, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his as you walk. Unfortunately, this only results in him completely forgetting how to function and his face turning as red as a tomato. Nonetheless, you continue to drag him to the sandwich shop and Peter quickly regains composure for the rest of the walk.

When you arrive, Peter walks up to the counter, greeting Mr. Delmar.

“Hey, Mr. Parker! The usual I presume?” the man smiles.

“Yup, and a bag of chips with that please.”

“You got it!” Mr. Delmar turns to you, “And who might this young lady be? You got a date kid?”

Peter immediately blushes, his eyes widening. Saving him from embarrassing himself, you speak up. “I’m y/n, and yes, this is a date. Peter said this is the best sandwich shop in Queens, so I thought I’d give it a try.”

“Well he’s not wrong, this is the best sandwich shop in Queens. So what’ll it be for you?”

“Oh, um, I’ll just have the same thing as Peter. Chips too please.”

“Coming right up. And don’t worry about the cost, it’s on the house today.” he winks at Peter.

“Oh, thanks.” Peter says with a sheepish smile.

After a few minutes and some small talk between you and Peter, your food is ready. Mr. Delmar hands Peter two bags and gives you both a knowing smirk. “Alright, you kids have fun on your date. Try your best not to weird her out too much Parker.”

Peter laughs, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah, um, I’ll try. Thanks Mr. Delmar.”

As you walk out of the shop, Peter hesitantly turns to you. “So, um, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place to eat our food? It’s not too far from here and my aunt is at work right now so we’ll have the place to ourselves.” His eyes widen, “Not that we’d be doing anything! Just because she can be a bit overbearing sometimes and I don’t want her to like, ask a bunch of questions or anything weird like that. We can just eat at a park somewhere if that’s better though. I just thought since last time we hung out at your house this time we could hang out at mine-”

You cut him off, smiling, “Peter, calm down, that would be great! Let’s go to your place.”

He lets out a relieved sigh. “Awesome, okay! Um, it’s only like ten minutes away so just follow me.”

You arrive at his apartment a few minutes later, out of breath from trying to catch up with Peter who was practically running the whole way home. He unlocks the door and you follow him inside. His apartment is quite small, but it's homely and welcoming, filled with lots of pictures and decorations.

"So, uh, this is it. Do you just want to eat on the couch? Maybe we could watch a movie or something?" Peter asks.

"Sure! Sounds good." You settle on the couch in the living room, taking out your sandwich and chips while Peter turns on the TV. He grabs the remote and makes his way back to the couch, sitting on the opposite side as you. He considers sitting right next to you, but he's afraid that it would make you uncomfortable, so he decides against it.

"What do you wanna watch?" he asks as you hand him his food.

"How about a Star Wars movie? Those are always good." you suggest.

Peter turns to you excitedly, "You like Star Wars?"

You smile, "Of course I like Star Wars! It's like, the best movie franchise ever."

Peter just stares at you, looking completely astonished. He can't believe that you, a beautiful, rich, confident girl, could like Star Wars as much as an awkward geek like him. "You good?" you giggle.

"Yeah, um, I'm fine. Does Empire Strikes Back sound good to you?"

"Sounds great! Now let's eat, I'm fucking hungry." you comment, making Peter chuckle.

You're only about twenty minutes into the movie when you both finish your food, and Peter seems tense. He's anxiously tapping his foot on the floor, seemingly too focused on the movie whenever you look his way. You can tell that he's thinking about something, but you aren't sure what. For the first time today, you start to get nervous, worried that he isn't enjoying the date. He's barely talked to you since the movie started, and he's sitting on the complete opposite end of the couch as you.

"Is everything okay Peter?" you finally speak up, your curiosity getting the best of you.

Still avoiding your gaze and staring at the TV, Peter answers, "Yeah, um, I'm good."

He's obviously lying, but you choose to ignore it for now, "Okay, just checking." Maybe he's not feeling well from his food?

After five more minutes of silence, you finally break. You reach over and grab the remote, pausing the movie, causing Peter to finally look at you. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Peter, something's obviously wrong with you, you've been glued to the TV this whole time and you haven't said a single word to me."

"I'm, uh, I just really like the movie. That's all." he responds, still avoiding your gaze.

"Come on, I know that's not true. Something's up with you Peter. If you aren't enjoying the date just tell me and I'll leave. We can just pretend this never happened and we'll be friends." you deadpan. While you seem completely indifferent on the outside, you're desperately hoping that he doesn't end the date like this. You really like Peter, and even though you just met him, you don't know if you'll ever see him as just a friend.

Peter looks up at you, frantically shaking his head. "Nonononono, that's not it at all! I'm having a great time!"

"Are you sure? Because it really doesn't seem like it to me."

"No, trust me, I am. It's just, um-" he pauses.

"It's just what?"

He looks down. "Nothing, nothing. Nevermind."

"Peter, just tell me. Please?"

"I, uhm, I'm just nervous, that's all." he whispers, feeling ashamed.

You let out a sigh of relief, your own nervousness fading. "What would you have to be nervous about Peter? We're just watching a movie," you giggle.

He begins to ramble, "Well, its just, you're really pretty and I really like you a lot and I don't want to do anything wrong since I already fucked it up the first time and I wanted to sit next to you and cuddle while we watch the movie but then I didn't want to make you uncomfortable because this is only the first date and I didn't want you to hate me because you thought I was some weird perv who just wanted to touch you and I now feel stupid because now you think I'm not having a good time even though I am having a good time so I still fucked it up even though I was trying really hard not to."

You raise your eyebrows, trying to process everything that he just threw at you. "Woah, that was a lot," you start. "But you don't have to be nervous, I don't think you fucked anything up... And also, I wouldn't think you're a perv if you came and cuddled with me while we watch the movie." you smile slightly.

Peter catches on. "Oh... so, um, do you want to cuddle now then?" he asks timidly.

"I thought you'd never ask," you laugh, crawling over to his side of the couch and sliding under his arm to snuggle into his chest. You can feel his heart practically beating out of his chest, and you look up at him. “Peter, relax. You really don’t need to be so nervous,” you giggle.

“S-sorry, I’ve just never cuddled with a girl before.” With the way he was acting, you would think you and Peter were about to have sex, or that you were at least doing something a little more dirty than just cuddling. You don’t mind though, it's actually kind of cute. Plus, to be completely honest you haven’t had much experience either, so you feel better knowing that Peter is just as nervous as you are, probably more.

You smile, cuddling closer to him. “Just turn the movie back on idiot.”

For the rest of the film, you and Peter snuggle close on the couch. He absentmindedly plays with your hair as you lay on his chest, making your heart swoon. You two could honestly stay like this forever, and neither of you would mind. But your phone dings with a notification. You groan, not wanting to get up, and slowly reach to the other side of the couch to grab it.

“It’s my dad, he wants me to come home for dinner.” you frown.

“Oh, well, um, okay. Then I guess you should probably get going. I really don’t want you to leave though.” Peter blushes.

“Neither do I, but you know how my dad gets.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I’ll walk you out then.” You and Peter both get up from the couch and walk to his front door.

“I had a really good time today.” Peter grins.

“Me too.” you step closer to him and pull him into a tight hug. You pull back after a few seconds, your arms hanging around his neck and his still on your waist. You smile, “I really like you Peter.”

“I really like you too Y/N. So much.”

Without hesitation, you both lean in and close the small gap between you. The kiss is short, but it’s not awkward like everyone says first kisses are. Peter’s lips are soft against yours, and it makes you warm inside, like hot chocolate on a cold day. It’s perfect.

You pull away only when you hear the door unlock and open. “Hey Peter, what do you want for dinner- oh?”

“MAY!” Peter yells, embarrassed.

May smirks, “You didn’t tell me you had a girl over!” she turns to you, gasping “You must be Y/N! Peter has told me so much about you. Oh my god, am I interrupting something? Is this a date? You guys are using protection right-“

“May, please stop!” Peter pleads as you giggle, both of you blushing profusely.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll leave you two alone. I have to go to the grocery store anyway, so just pretend I was never here.” May winks.

You shake your head, “Oh, no worries, I was just leaving actually, my dad wants me home for dinner.”

“Oh, well alright then, goodbye Y/N I hope you two had fun! And I also hope I’ll be seeing you again soon!” she smiles

“I think you will.” you smile, “Bye Peter, see you at school tomorrow.”

“Bye Y/N, see you tomorrow!” he grins, still blushing.

You walk out the door, giddy and reminiscing over the kiss that you and Peter shared mere minutes ago. As you leave, you can hear May questioning Peter about the date, and you can’t help but smile knowing that May is already in support of your relationship. Although you and Peter haven't explicitly talked about it, you're almost positive that Peter would want to be your boyfriend, and you know for a fact that you want to be his girlfriend. But you don't want to pressure him into anything, so you decide to wait for him to ask you, whenever that will be. You just hope it'll be soon.

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Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[peanutpinet]

Nine Percent Scenarios for @ninepercent._.forever on IG

Cause she chose majority soft pics, so here is a soft group pic of the boys uwu <3

Cai Xukun

Can I just say one more time, silver hair Kunkun is *chefs kiss*

Alright, for this, I’d imagine that Kun was attending your graduation (high school or university, whichever you’d like) and when it was finally your turn to go up and take your paper/medal/diploma, etc; Kun would instantly smile, pointing at you/wave at you when you turn around to face the audience. I would also feel that Kun would brag about you to the people around him (if it’s your parents then he’ll be like ‘she’s so amazing’).

“That’s my girl!! Yeap!! That stunning, breath-taking, kind-hearted, smart girl is mine. You go sweetheart!!”

Chen Linong

OMO LOOK HOW SOFT NONGNONG IS WITH THAT CAT!! I DIE

Alright!! For this one, I feel that you guys are roommates and were heading back when you guys noticed this cat that doesn’t look alright. Nongnong (being the animal lover he is) would go over to the cat and pet it. When Nongnong said that the cat seems to be sick, he would suggest to bring it to the vet; which you agreed, without question.

After getting checked, the vet gave Nongnong a prescription and Nongnong just held the cat in his arms, soothing it and telling it that it’ll be alright. Upon the sight, you just can’t help but die of cuteness and just had to take a picture of him.

“Don’t worry lil guy, I got you. You’re going to be just fine!!” *insert is uwu smile*

Fan Chengcheng

Alright, alright, for this pic of Chengcheng, I feel that he was bored at home and was like “Hey!! (Y/N)!! Let’s go out!! I’m bored” and since you were also just being a couch potato (mind you, a hot couch potato), you were like “ehhh, I don’t see why not”. Especially when Chengcheng is the one picking you up and dropping you back.

So, the two of you went out the whole day. Had brunch together then went to the mall to do some window shopping/actual shopping, whichever one you are. Afterwards, you guys just decided to walk along the streets for a bit before going back home. Along the way, it started to snow and you were mesmerised by it and didn’t noticed that Chengcheng was staring until you turned around to see him (cue the pic).

“Isn’t it pretty Cheng?”

“Sure is” (looks at you)

Justin Huang Minghao

I SWEAR!! JUSTIN CAN LOOK 20+ IN ONE MINUTE AND 16 IN THE NEXT. LIKE HOW?!

Anyways, I imagine that you guys were just hanging out since it was finally winter break. So, Justin decided to celebrate your winter break by inviting you to join him for a little outing. Like, he’s so full of energy, he wants to go out and just move!! So, the two of you were now walking along the park when you started to feel tired from all the walking and decided to take a break by just sitting down on a bench, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of you. When Justin decided to sit next to you and look at you and you were a bit taken aback when he gave you that face (the picture).

“Wh-what are you looking at?”

“You. I never noticed how much your eyes are glowing. It’s pretty. And not to mention your smile. It’s just contagious. I hope that you would smile often from now on”

Lin Yanjun

Alright, I have no idea why she chose this pic of Yanjun. Clearly, you wanted to kill me huh, Aliya? Anyways, we’ll see what scenario I got

For this specific pic, since my dear friend wanted the boys to either be your guy friend/boyfriend, this is what I came up with. You and Yanjun were childhood friends; with Yanjun being like 4-5 years older and was the heir to a company which you decided to apply for. Of course, you still had to go through interviews and everything; Yanjun believes that you can never take the easy way out. 

However, the difference between you and your co-workers is that Yanjun would always asks you about your job at the end of the day which he knows that you worked hard since he heard it from your supervisor. Working under Yanjun was tough but he would never give you work that he knows you can’t handle and every now and then he would definitely treat you by taking you to your favourite restaurants/cafes at the weekend.

You have been working so hard and slowly climbed your way and was now Yanjun’s secretary. However, there were definitely some workers that were jealous of that. They’d be like “how can she become his secretary?” “just look at her! She doesn’t even look that good” and many more. But, it never really bothered you since you knew that dealing with those people are just a waste of your time and childish.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Sure, you tried your best to not care. But when those people started being physical, it was just too hard to handle. You were constantly dozing away and easily distracted that Yanjun himself became worried. He would asked you every now and then but you didn’t tell him, you didn’t want to bother him since he was basically “shouldering” your expenses.

But fear not!! One day, he finally caught the workers red-handed. You were just about to get lunch for both you and Yanjun when the elevator didn’t work and so, you took the stairs. However, those jealous workers caught you, some of them purposely bumped into you, making the food you brought fall onto yourself. But little did they know that Yanjun was passing by since he forgot to handover a document to his management team. At first, Yanjun was already ready to come in and fight. But when he saw that it was you, he didn’t hesitate one bit. He shouted at the workers, scaring them and you.

To say that the workers were scared was an understatement. Nope, they were petrified at this point. Yanjun was walking down the stairs, hands in his pockets and his gaze, colder than ever. He went to your side, asking you if you were alright but all you could do was let out a little hiccup. Noticing your state, Yanjun pulled you into a hug, looking back at the workers and told them that he’ll deal with them later and he hope that they have cleaned their belongings from the office.

“OI!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

“Sshhh, are you alright? Is this why you’ve been dozing off lately?”

“J-jun...”

“ *sigh* I’ll deal with all of you later. Oh, and I hope that by the time I call you to my office, all of your belongings are packed”

“Is alright, I got you (Y/N). Please tell me the next time this happens”

“B-but...you just fired them?” 

“(Y/N)...you’re too sweet sometimes, you know that? I hope you know that things like this shouldn’t be taken lightly. I care about you, you know. Now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll order some food for us, your favourites, kay?”

HOW DO I WRITE SO LONG FOR HIM?! AND WITH THIS KIND OF SCENARIO!! AGGHHH CURSE MY WRITING

Zhu Zhengting

Mama Ting holding a big fluffy panda?! Welp, time to fly over to visit him (JK)

So, I feel that the two of you were hanging out all day, just a normal day of at your place, cooking, baking and watching TV shows/films all day when suddenly, the sun finally sets and it was night time. Since the both of you were too tired to cook, Zhengting suggested you guys have dinner at a nearby restaurant which of course, in the end, mama Ting paid for everything.

Whilst walking you back home, you both saw this place with a claw machine and you just so happen to see a huge panda in there. Determined to get it, you spent quite a pretty penny on it but failed to grabbed it. However, mama Ting decided to step in and get the doll for you. Which he finally did, after 7 tries.

“Th-the panda...Let me have the panda...please!!”

“Step aside (Y/N), I’ll get it for you!!”

“OMO!! TING!! YOU GOT IT!!”

“I GOT IT!!! Uhh, can I cuddle with it until we reached your home?”

“Is alright, since you got it, it should be yours”

“Eh?! Really?! I’M GOING TO GET TWO NEXT TIME!!”

Wang Ziyi

Can I say, Ziyi, multitasking to a new level man!!

So, for this pic, I thought that it’s been a while since you and Ziyi went out to grab a bite or catch up because he was very busy. However, since it was your birthday, he really didn’t want to cancel anymore plans. So, instead! He just cancelled meetings and all but he still brought a few work with him; works that he can easily finish in a short amount of time. Though he would apologise first-hand that he still had some unfinished business to take care of before you even got a chance to ask him.

“I’m really sorry that I had to bring some work with me today, (Y/N)”

“It’s fine Ziyi. I’m just happy that you even had the time to take me out”

“It’s your birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for anything else. Even though I’m technically somewhat working right now”

“I said it’s fine Ziyi. I’m happy that you’re here to spend the day with me”

“Aishh, you’re too nice (Y/N). Eh, eat up, the food will get cold! I just need to sign a few of these then I’m all yours for the day :)”

Xiao Gui

It’s been a while since I saw a soft Gui but hey!! I aint complaining!!

For Xiaogui, I feel that you finally graduated from university and was on your way back home. Well to be exact you were already back, it’s just that Xiaogui hasn’t had the time to see you. But!! He made it his mission that when he does see you, he would give you a surprise that you would never thought of.

He texted you saying that he had some free time and would like to meet up at the park that you guys used to hang out back in school. But little did you know that when you walked by the park, you saw Xiaogui, sitting on the stairs with a bouquet in his hands, a smile slowly formed on his face the minute you came into his sight.

“Kai (Wang Linkai, yea), wh-what’s all this? Are we going somewhere? OOH!! Is it for a special someone?”

“They sure are. You!”

“That’s...wait?! Me?! Wh-what?!” *cue blushing mess*

“Of course!! Congratulations on finishing your degree!! I’m proud of you (Y/N). Sorry that I have been very busy but, I wanted to do something special since you always send me something special. So, dinner?”

“I’d love to!! Thank you Kai!!”

You Zhangjing

Zhangjing in a suit!! YIKES!!! I NEED TO BREATHE!! PHEW!! OKAY!! ONTO THE SCENARIO!!

So, this is another slightly hard scenario to think of. But, here goes nothing. So, I imagine that you guys decided to have a date night since it has been a while you guys had like an actual proper date night. HECK!! Zhangjing even went all out and booked your favourite restaurant and brought out his suit for crying out loud!! Anyways, the date night, as you’d expect, was lovely. Zhangjing made sure that you get whatever food/drink you’d like then of course, Zhangjing being the responsible gentleman he is, brought you home. However, on you way back, you guys saw this bush with roses on them. And you know what Zhangjing did?

“Hey (Y/N)!!”

“Hmm? What is it Zhangjing?”

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I may not be able to rhyme but there is nothing prettier than you”

“OMG ZHANGJING!! STAWWPP!! Or more like, stop asking Yanjun for pick up lines for crying out loud!!”

[calypsoff]

Forty Four. Part 2

“Why did you say fuck, you know who it is?” Robyn stifled out a yawn “I do, I will tell you when I get there. Love you, and nap now ma’am, you will be busy tonight” Robyn chuckled “shut up, love you too” she disconnected the call, looking over at my mom’s “I want your phone, unlock it for me” placing my phone in my pocket “why son?” My dad questioned “because mom had been messaging her sisters and whoever on that chat, I’m not saying it’s malicious, but this is information they know and shouldn’t have known, Robyn didn’t tell them when we were leaving, she wouldn’t even tell them about when we are getting married, mother has. I am not angry at you but them aunties of mine, they talking to the blogs” I pointed at my mom “really? Son, they wouldn’t do that to me” shaking my head “ayo, look at this” TJ passed me his phone “this is on their IG story, this was like fifteen minutes ago, they are running” taking his phone from him “nothing on it?” Looking up at him “tap on the story again, it’s the first thing. My nigga text me saying this your homie on this” tapping on the story seeing a picture of me “caught Chris Brown flying out to Barbados to marry Rihanna with a suit in hand, exclusive” shaking my head “mom give me your phone, this is because of your family mom. I hope you know this. I know you don’t want to believe it, but it is, I don’t want you in the group anymore. You don’t tell them shit” my mom kind of looks sad, I feel bad, but it can’t happen “but son, I didn’t mean it. They asked and I just said we are leaving for Barbados in the morning, I was happy they cared” taking her phone from my mom “I can tell they cared, they are very manipulative for this, this puts Robyn in a position. She isn’t just anyone, you need to understand this mom. All of you need to understand this, Robyn is not just anyone so anything you put reflects on me and her now so please don’t be so stupid, honestly. I don’t need that shit either” opening this little group chat, I’m gonna read it all “so I can’t tell my friends Rihanna is my auntie?” My nephew said “only if I can charge you? I don’t mean that, just we need to be more careful on what we say in a different light, you can say that but then you don’t start telling them things the public don’t know, these two already know this” I pointed at TJ and Barry “mhmm yes, it’s no fun being famous. And they will want to know the family and will pick on anything” Barry said.

My mom did say everything, like a lot too. She’s told them what day we are getting married, where we are staying and our honeymoon destination “mother, you really trust these snakes this much? I am actually so shocked mom, this is crazy. You might as well have told them what colour boxers I will be wearing. From now on please shut up, this is embarrassing for me. Now I got to tell Robyn my mother has told pretty much everything; I am so glad this was done now because pictures would have been sent of the day. I am sorry you trust them but don’t speak on me and my wife like that, just please stop” this is so annoying “I am so sorry Chris” I don’t want to be annoyed with my mother but my god, this is shameful to say this because what the fuck was she thinking “she is proud of you” my dad said “I get that, and honestly you can post things. Like for example, if we decide to post a picture of the day, then you all can. You need to be strategic with how you post, you can post a picture of you and mom together on the wedding day, it doesn’t give anything away, but it shows you was there. Don’t worry we will get there” they are old I understand “I understand Chris, I’m sure eventually mom and dad will, it will just take them time” Tootie laughed “why does Rihanna have to be this famous” pressing my phone to my ear to call Robyn “you can ask her that yourself dad” I laughed, my dad is asking my sister to explain, of course he is “twin, are you sleeping again?” Robyn groaned out “what is it?” She seems moody “erm it was my mother, she sent details on the family group chat innocently and exposed details about the wedding this is why and how they know, sorry” I apologised, I do feel so bad about it all “oh right, please be careful. Just leave it, I will sort it. I need you to tell your family to not be so open about things, and don’t be mean! I know your mouth, just be nice. And don’t call me until you’re here, I’m tired” Robyn put the phone down, I think she meant it too with not calling her back.

I sighed out heavily “what did she say?” My mom asked, I mean I’m going to just annoy her for a while “she doesn’t want you there now, she said you’re high risk and I’m not prepared to take you to ruin my day, I’m sorry mom” my mother looked at me horrified “but I bought a dress Chris” I shrugged “if your mother can’t go then I won’t Chris, I don’t think she said that. I can’t imagine her being that way” chewing on my bottom lip “sorry mom I am going” my sister isn’t missing it “I will call her” my mother got her phone out, I gasped “you have her number? Wait!” Robyn will kill me “I am joking mom, please don’t call her” my mom is teary eyed, I feel bad now “you’re a sick person Chris” I snorted laughing at my dad saying that to me “mom I’m sorry, please don’t call her” Robyn already told me to not be mean, let me plead with her “I really thought she said that, I made a mistake, and I won’t do it again. I was just happy for you, I thought they was caring and cared about you and wanted to know. Stupid boy” now she is annoyed “I was about to say, Robyn ain’t like that but I know you are” Barry pointed at me, my mother is not happy “look at my dad jumping to be on momma’ side, if she ain’t going I ain’t either, cute. But don’t you think Tootie is Judas out of this? She didn’t even take your side mom” my sister side eyed me “you’re the Judas for making up shit lies” grinned at my sister “sorry mom, I didn’t mean to make you upset with me, that was not my intention” I can’t believe I really upset my mom, she assumed Robyn would actually do that to her, she isn’t like me and she would be so annoyed if I did that “it’s ok, stop the jokes. I am very sad over this Chris; you’re laughing but I’m not” nodding my head understanding.

It sucks that my friends can’t stay at Robyn’ house because of space but they have a hotel close by, they said they will drop the stuff off first and then come to the home after “thank you, I am relying on your both to take care of the ring and my suit” Barry patted my back “don’t worry about it, I am excited to be in Barbados but I said to TJ we need to unpack and then go, it’s stupid because you have your suit with you and you can’t just do that. Drop me the address though” nodding my head dapping Barry “I can’t believe we in Barbados, is there anymore Rihanna lookalikes here!?” TJ shouted so loudly “nigga stop” I laughed; he is dumb “I need to look around Barbados, shit looks beautiful but see you soon” Dapping TJ, walking around the mini bus “thank you brother” he’s been stood here with the door open “to Robyn’ home now, the place is a palace, y’all going to be shocked. I still get excited to see it, I just can’t believe how big the place is” sitting next to my sister “you really like Barbados don’t you?” My mother pointed at me “I do, they are so relaxed here and it’s peace. I feel like Cali, America in general is work, I associate that with work so it’s not relaxing but yeah. You all going to love it, on god” I have been so caught up on wedding vibe that I generally didn’t get Robyn a Christmas present, but I had to get something even though Robyn said don’t get anything because with the wedding she hadn’t the time, but I got something for her. I mean to her it’s nothing because she can have the world, my girl got money and I ain’t even mad that at.

Helping my mother out of the bus, she swatted my hand “what? Are you still angry at me? I said I am sorry” clearly the sorry ain’t working like it should “remember you all representing me here so please be good, no touching things you shouldn’t” my sister side eyed me “nigga shut up” the door opened and it was Rorrey “welcome back, you bought all of VA with you” walking towards him “no I just found these strays” dapping him “good to see you again brother” Rorrey patted my back “you missed me that much? Hugging me too” moving back laughing “you’re funny that’s what I like about you” The door opened wider and seeing Monica pop her head around the door “you’re back finally” walking over to Monica “hey momma” hugging her close “good to see your face again and is that your beautiful mother. Hey Joyce” oh she totally dismissed me and wants to see my mother, looking behind me at my mother “your home is beautiful Monica, oh my god thank you so much for allowing my family to stay here” I like that they get on “you here nigga but my nigga ain’t” turning around, Mel is here but did I expect anything else “I changed my mind you’re not invited to my home now” Mel gasped “mhmmm shut up, see how I came here to say hi and you here giving me shit?” shaking my head “you the one that always sounds unimpressed when I arrive, also you answered her phone and kept trying to put it down a few days ago” Mel chuckled “come here nigga” she hugged me “you lucky I like you” I do like Mel a lot “poppa!” Robyn spat, my smile grew and I had to move away from Mel and go to my twin “I missed you so much” picking her up as I hugged her “I missed you so, so, so, so much” pressing kisses to her cheek as I said that “you look so good too” Robyn moved her head back, placing her hands at the side of my face staring at me “you’re here now, love you” she pressed a kiss to my lips “love you too” putting her down.

Watching Robyn greet everyone, it’s really nice to see that Robyn gets on with all my family. They are welcoming towards her and she is the same with them and I love that “and Chris, I heard what you did to your mom” Robyn pointed at me as she made her way back over, looking at my mother all confused “huh?” placing my hands behind my back to follow her “she text me apologising and said I am so sorry what happened, my son played a joke saying I uninvited her, what did I say about being mean? She was so upset on text Chris, I told you not to be like that” oh my mom is a snitch “oh we are snitching now” I said looking at my mother “well I felt bad, thank you Robyn. Least he listens to someone” Robyn lightly hit my arm “don’t worry Joyce, we won’t have that behaviour anymore. And we need to talk, I need you to come upstairs” oh am I actually in trouble, this is not good “but Robyn, I was joking. Like this was a joke” she is going to have a word with me alone “no something else, I need you to come with me. I need to talk to you” I am scared she is going to tell me off “come on, come in. Make yourself at home” Monica said to my family “listen to your wife son” my dad just said “just come, Chris you’re not in trouble. I really just need a word with you, stop being stupid” nodding my head, I guess I have to listen to her.

Following Robyn up the steps “you’re not in trouble, I promise you. I just need to discuss something with you” clearing my throat “well you seemed really annoyed about what happened to my mom so you know” reaching the top of the steps, Robyn looked around and then turned to me “you look so good, like you been really out there under the sun, you glowing” Robyn smiled putting her head down “ok listen to me, so I spoke to my publicist about what happened with your mother and they are clearing things up. But I read that about me being drunk in Barbados that time, I straight away went for my dad. I called him, I said was this you? Did you sell a story that I was a drunk mess in Barbados because Chris and I were having issues and you left to go back to America, like a whole fucking story, I was shocked, so I asked him and he said he didn’t, and I said don’t lie to me. You don’t like Chris, he said it’s not me and if it was me you would know because it would be UK tabloids when I would do it, and then I realised this came from Shade Room, so I contacted my publicist, they threatened them and they gave up who. It was the guys I was with, the family friends I mentioned so that happened, I just wanted to tell you. I did think it was my dad though, I really did” nodding my head “I am glad you checked on that, I would have thought it was him too. They shouted it at me too, I was so confused about it, but don’t let that shit upset you, just think about this. We are getting married next week” I want to make her happy “I can’t wait” pecking Robyn’ lips and hugged her close to me, I adore this woman so much.

Robyn placed her hands over my chest “so, I want you to go to the bedroom” my eyes widened “oh, we doing? Damn, already. I mean my family are here but let’s do this” Robyn hit my chest lightly laughing “be quiet, just go to the bedroom” she moved away from my embrace “so go on” raising an eyebrow, this is something different “Robyn, you are acting mad weird right now. Seriously?” she scoffed at me “I am being dead ass, go!” she pointed, Robyn is up to something “where is the handcuffs? You about to tie me up and whip me, I just know it” let me start walking before she cusses me out “you are so annoying, it’s all sexual with you ain’t it, I am actually not even thinking about that at all” she is lying “well this better be good Robyn, I ain’t playing” shuffling as I made my way to her room, If I keep not wanting to go Robyn will end up getting annoyed with me “well I don’t think you will think it’s good then if you are saying it’s about sex, mhmm. I am already offended” rolling my eyes, of course she is. Opening the bedroom door “hello?” poking my head inside “honestly Chris stop being so annoying and get in the room” pushing the door open and stood there staring “well there is no naked Robyn, so this is boring” looking behind “right, I mean it. You’re going to stop this! And you’re going to listen to what I say, I want you to go inside and see, just look with your eyes without being a goofy idiot, it’s not sex related” oh Robyn is getting annoyed “ok moody, did you not sleep well or something” seeing the box on the edge of the bed “this is what you want me to look at?” I pointed “you said no gifts?” walking over to the bed “it’s a gift from me to you” well that is annoying, she did say no gifts.

I grinned leaning down “thank you, I know this going to be good even though I ain’t seen it yet” pulling open the box and lifting it open, seeing the card “I can’t wait to see you daddy?” looking at Robyn “these are handcuffs, you kinky as hell Robyn” I chuckled, she is a fool “yeah keep going stupid” picking the card up just smiling to myself, placing the card to the side and seeing these three sticks “wait what?” staring at all three that all said the same thing, it just hit me “no!” I spat moving back staring at Robyn “Merry Christmas poppa” placing my hands on my head in shock, this is real life “really?” I said in a whisper, she is pregnant “you pregnant? You really pregnant?” moving my hands away from my head and then I just felt it “I am going to be a dad, oh shit” clapping my hands together trying to divert myself to not get emotional but it was kind of too late “don’t mind me” Robyn got choked up “you prayed for this Robyn, you prayed for this moment” I strained out “I did” walking into Robyn and hugged her close “you having my baby, oh my god” I am in shock “I love you so much, this is really the best gift” pressing a kiss to the side of her head “I have a surprise for the grandparents, do not say anything to anyone” shaking my head moving back from Robyn to see her “I don’t know why I am crying but I am” wiping the tears away quickly “just I know how much you wanted this, but I just didn’t know how much I did either. This time, oh my god” looking down at Robyn “you pregnant? I am so happy, oh my god” hugging Robyn again “I been wanting you to come here so bad, I hated keeping it a secret, but I wanted to see your reaction, I am so excited Chris. We are going to be parents, but you cried. I can’t believe it” closing my eyes, I made that mistake with Robyn before and let her be alone but not this time “I am so excited, Robyn. I am so happy” dropping to my knees “my child in here, I won’t let you down” wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing the side of my face against her stomach “I know” Robyn’ voice broke.

[hyperfixationtimego]

the three wingmen of thh; Leon (chaotic), Kyoto (lawful), and Hina (neutral)

Kyoto was 100% the reason Celeste is dating Junko, it’s canon now. She is extremely involved in seating for extracurricular activities (i.e. the tea parties), and commonly puts them together. She finds putting Taka and Mondo apart...helps them?? She has no idea why but if they’re seated far from each other, they are immediately cuddling once they leave the room.

Grey-hair and Blue-hair girls are dating, no I do not take criticism (grey hair has braids I think and protects a mob guy?? and blue hair is the mastermind ig, she has black glasses apparently) - queer eye anon

oh my god yes???

Leon and Chihiro were some very powerful masterminds behind ishimondo ngl 👀 like chihiro’s brainpower combined with kuwata’s sheer strength of will?? UNSTOPPABLE those gay bitches never stood a CHANCE

although to be fair, most of their plans DID involve using a digital lock and/or utilizing alter ego to somehow force them into an empty room and keep them locked in there until they finally confessed 💛

Leon ALSO wingmans for sayaka because they’re besties who hate each other ❤️ he’s constantly cracking jokes with her about how she should just text Mukuro that she wants to fuck, or jokingly advises her to use raunchy pick-up lines on Sakura. He’s come very close once or twice to just. Blurting out “HEY MUKURO! SAKURA! SAYAKA’S GOT A HUGE FUCKING CRUSH ON Y-” only to have the idol clamp a hand over his stupid dumbass mouth <3

it’s okay because sayaka absolutely gets her revenge when she has to wingman for him and makoto (the only reason she doesn’t completely fuck up kuwata’s chances and embarrass him is because she’s besties with Makoto, too, and knows the poor guy’s ALSO got it bad. There’s a lot of Sayaka (and literally everyone else too) having to deal with some gross oblivious loveydovey pining from these fucking dorks, so she gets her fill of teasing)

And Hina wingmanning for Sakura???? Bruh okay u have no IDEA how much serotonin platonic sakuraoi gives me simply because????? Them?????? They????? Love???????? I love them???

And basically Hina’s just the right amount of empathy/sympathy and logic!! Her main, go-to piece of advice is “just talk to them!” And - surprise - trusting her on this usually leads to having fun and making good memories with the object(s) of affection !!

She’s such a sweetheart??? And like yes ofc she doesn’t have an answer for everything, because her heart is just a lil bit bigger than her brain sometimes (ok but mood tho like no shame this is both kin and projecting) but she’s trying her best!!! As she always listens to whoever needs her at that moment and gives the best advice she can - which isn’t even limited to romantic situations!!! She’s one of the go-to students for when someone’s having, like, an everyday problem or feeling stressed because she’s so non-judgemental and soothing to be around!!!

It’s Hina appreciation hours 💛

Anyway, Kyoko-

she also (unfortunately) is forced to wingman for Makoto and Leon, which means a lot of listening to naegi ramble on about how cool and nice and interesting and pretty and blah blah blah kuwata is (don’t get Kirigiri wrong, she adores Leon, but a girl can only take so much, y’know?)

and requests for Makoto to simply......TELL LEON are almost ALWAYS refused because nope no way in hell absolutely not and so she’s like great I’m gonna go bang my head against a desk because I seriously cannot take the two of you anymore

eventually she (secretly) goes and talks to Leon, without betraying Makoto’s trust or disclosing any information she feels he would not be comfortable with, does her best to subtly hint at the fact that hey. koto’s got a crush. you should fucking ask him about it before I go completely insane. Leon doesn’t fully get the hint but does go talk to Makoto, which FINALLY prompts some goddamn CONVERSATION about it thank GOD

also sorry sorry not to ramble but I just????? an idea hit me like a gd truck and I need to talk about it because I love???? I love????? I love

sometime after all this, Kyoko gets inadvertently wrapped up in co-wingmanning with Makoto for Komaru and Toko/Jill. Except. Those three have no clue about the fact that there is any wingmanning going on.

so kyoko’s like “why are we doing this”

and makoto’s like “because she’s my sister and she’s in love and I want her to be happy!!!”

“Okay but shouldn’t they work this out on their own”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!!!”

“*Sigh.* Goddamnit.”

And then Leon eventually hears about it, as well, because of course makoto’s gonna talk abt it with his boyfriend, why wouldn’t he, and anyway kuwata’s like OH?? POG??? because he and Toko and he and Jill are friends!!!! So he’s like I’ll totally help omg Fukawa and Syo are gonna STOKED

(Makoto does not comment on the fact that Toko most likely will not, in fact, be stoked by the idea of kuwata meddling in her love life, but does at least advise his dear 0-braincell partner to be careful ❤️)

okay okay sorry I’m a simp for tokomaru and syomaru on main but anyway back to kyoko and seating charts-

YEAH ON GOD???

And poor Kirigiri already has trouble comprehending how social interaction works that this kinda shit just???? Completely breaks her?????

“Why.....do people.....react different.......like I will accommodate for it but.....I do not.....understand......”

does not fucking compute

(Also shhhhh don’t let Korekiyo know that there was something about human behavior Kirigiri didn’t understand because somehow they will materialize from the shadows to go on a softly excited special interest infodump ramble/lecture that lasts hours and hours)

But yeah???? Ironically enough, she’s honestly the only person from her class who’s able to, for the most part, figure out how Celestia’s mind works, and so she’s able to use that to her advantage when setting her up with Junko!!! (The thing with Celeste was that it sort of became a case to Kyoko!! Celeste was so Obviously different in her behavior and mannerisms than everyone else that Kirigiri basically ended up treating learning about her the same way she would treat trying to solve a crime or something similar!!)

For ishimondo she chalks it up to “absence makes the heart grow fonder???” she guesses????? seriously she has No Clue

also she doesn’t pick up on it but they DO give each other pining puppy dog eyes from across the room the whole goddamn time like they’re just [y e a r n]

And OKAY ANON???? HEY ANON????? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE FUCKING GALAXY BRAIN JUICE???? HELLO???????

I. how is it possible to not know the games and yet,,,,,,,conjure up a concept so incredible????? Pekomugi,,,,,,,,,my g o d

Ok ok ok ok ok hold on hold on lemme gather my thoughts because holy fuck

FIRST OF ALL, Tsumugi is a GIANT nerd, so the thought of having a SWORD GF???? A GIRLFRIEND WHO IS A SWORDSMAN???? HOLY FUCK?????? she can live out her wildest samurai anime fantasies,,,,,,,because she quite literally has a swordswoman girlfriend who would protect her with her sword oh my g o d

SECOND OF ALL, Tsumugi also????? fucking loves sitting in on Peko’s training sessions to watch her beautiful incredible wonderful darling partner spar??? and use badass techniques and strategies???? Literally Tsumugi is always blown away??

and she ALWAYS comes and barrels into Peko to give her a gigantic hug and shower her with kisses once training’s over!!!! And Peko doesn’t understand because

“I am hot and sweaty. I am currently very gross, why are you kissing me,”

“No!!! You’re stunning and perfect and charming!!!! You make me swoon!!! Oh, dear knight, hold me in your sweet embrace....”

meanwhile peko’s just like babe pls let me go take a shower

and okay final thing I promise, but....Peko is absolutely astonished by Tsumugi’s cosplay abilities???? Like with a lot of her works, Peko can hardly even believe that that’s her gd girlfriend????? Like sweet JESUS her datemate is damn good at makeup and disguising herself and whatnot

“cosplay is an art and you have perfected it,” like catch tsumugi fuckinf crying

[byemrcriminall]

Steve Rogers — Art

Steve Rogers x Reader one shot

warnings : fluff,bit of cursing,really cringe

words count : 1.1k

a/n : hey! so i’m kinda nervous as it’s my first time posting here and writing in english but i hope you’ll like this one shot! i’m sorry if i made mistakes!! i’m not totally satisfied with the result but well enjoy ig :)

Steve was sitting there, by himself, with for only company the music blasting through his earphones. He really enjoyed staying in this small New-York coffee for hours, simply drawing, lost in his thoughts. The music was probably bothering everyone around him, but no one dared to say something to him and he didn’t even realised it was that loud. Which is understandable, who would tell a super soldier that he's bothering everyone? Well, you did.

You used to come here everyday after work. It was the only place no one told what to do or how you should be. It was really calm, only a few people knew even the existence of the place. That calm and that lack of persons were the reasons you liked that place so much. You could finally be free, even if it was only for a few minutes, they were the best of your days. No noise was there to disturb your thoughts. Everything was so paisible.

But then one day, that super soldier came. At first you didn't say anything about how loud he was with his stupid music. He was pretty handsome, and maybe you were so exhausted that the music seemed way louder than it actually was. But after a few weeks, when you heard some clients talk about how loud the music was, you realised the music was really loud.

So, after thinking about what was the nicest way to tell him to listen to his music on maximum volume and taking all your braveness you finally decided it was the day to confront him. Once you had ordered your usual, you walked toward him confidently. At least you seemed confident but inside you had never been so nervous. You had to admit he was really intimidating and you've never been the kind to talk easily to strangers. But he was so loud when you needed so much calm. So there you were, standing in front of him. He didn't noticed you at first, too busy and too invested into his art. You never had the occasion to see his drawings, but you had to say, they were beautiful. He was talented, like really talented. You were so lost into his piece of art that you didn't realise he was looking at you. But his voice awoke you :

"Hi, can I help you?"

The tone of his voice surprised you. He talked really softly, almost in a whisper, as if you could be scared if he raised his voice even just a little.

"H-hum yeah actually..."

You were still very nervous but not because he was intimidating anymore, just because he was really handsome and nice.

"What's happening?"

"C-could you please lower the volume of your music?"

He seemed pretty confused at first but then kind of panicked.

"I- Oh my god i'm so sorry i didn't thought it was that loud i'm-"

Seeing a man so intimidating so panicked and sorry made you chuckle.

"It's fine don't worry! Just try a bit lower from now."

You gave him a reassuring smile hoping that he'll calm down which he did. He smiled one last time at you before going back to his drawing.

—

From that day, you didn’t hear music from Steve’s earphones anymore. You both smiled at each other everyday and even talked sometimes. And you’d be lying if you’d say you don’t have a tiny crush on the man. Maybe not only a tiny crush if you were fully honest with yourself. He was just perfect : really sweet, funny, adorable, clumsy and handsome.

But then, for a whole week, he didn’t show up. You were kind of worried that something could have happened to him or that he just decided to stop coming here but one day, he reappeared, not alone, but he reappeared. He was accompanied with two friends, they were probably the ones he talked about once or twice, Sam and Bucky if your memories were right. You didn’t wanted to bother them so you just smiled and waved at Steve before going to the counter.

Steve was actually looking for you. He had to admit he missed talking to you during this week. So when he saw you entering the coffee shop i couldn’t but smile to his ears and waving back at you.

“Who’s that?” Asked Sam.

“Isn’t she the girl on your sketchbook?” Noticed Bucky.

“Ohhh yes it’s her! How many times did you draw her? Like eight?”

“So Steve, who’s that mysterious girl?”

“N-no one, I mean just a girl a talk to sometimes.”

“You seem way to happy for her to be no one Steve” remarked Bucky.

“Are you insinuating that captain could have a crush on the girl Barnes?”

“Look how he’s blushing, of course he has a crush on her.”

Steve became even more red. He tried to contradict his friends but only succeed to mumble some part of words.

“I have to say she’s really cute, if you don’t ask her on a date i might do it cap’” tried Sam.

“Shut up” replied Steve with an exasperated voice.

“Does that means you’ll do it?”

The super soldier thought for a few minutes. How was he supposed to ask someone on a date? He has never done that before, you’d probably find him ridiculous. What if you laughed at him?

“What if she doesn’t like me back?”

“What if she does?”

“I never thought i’d say that one day, but Bucky is right. She’s about to leave just go and ask her.”

Steve looked at the two of them and as they seemed way too sure of themselves he stood up and walked toward you. He was certainly more nervous than you were the first time you talked to him. When he reached you, you just had stood up.

“Oh hi Steve” You tried your best not to sound too excited to see him after one week but it was hard.

“H-hi Y/n.” He was really nervous, even you could tell.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

He inhaled one big time before speaking.

“I missed talking to you.”

The smile he gave you warmed your heart and make you really nervous at the same time.

“I-I missed it too.”

“Okay I’m really not used to do this but hum, would you like to go on a date with me someday...? You don’t have to of course I just- I kind of like you so I was thinking I could- or we could-“

“That would be a pleasure Steve.” You took the napkin under your cookie and wrote something on it. “Here’s my number, just text or call me when you wanna have this date”

You smiled at him one last time before leaving. If you were not in public, you definitely would have screamed, and to be honest, he would have done the same.

[baby-hyena]

Brooch Pin and White Coat

Note: Hello moots! How are you, guys? I hope you’re well and you didn’t suffer from headache, like me and some of our moots in Twitter, because of yesterday’s show. Here’s a little gift, just to ease the sadness and thirst of our parents’ interaction. This one’s short, hope you’ll like it.

~

Baeksang Arts Awards is in five days. Hye Soo was on her way to work in her usual outfit; ringer tee, ripped jeans and, rubber shoes, plus of course, her phone strap. Her manager’s driving, while she sits on the passenger seat, scrolling through her Instagram. She went to the explore section to look for some news and posts. There she came across a post that made her smile.

So he’s coming, she thought.

It’s Keyeast Agency’s post about Ji Hoon confirming his attendance to the show. Hye Soo looks at her manager.

“What’s on my schedule after this CF?” She asks while smiling. Her manager glanced at her.

“Nothing follows, you’re free after this.” Her manager answers. She smiles and went back to her phone to text her stylist that she’ll pick a dress today for the awards show. While she’s at her inbox, she blinked twice.

Should I text him?, she thought.

She shrugs and looked for their thread. The last time they talked was the last filming day of Hyena. They didn’t have a chance to say goodbye formally and congratulate each other so they exchanged those in text messages. She smiled at his last text message.

Just call or text me if you need someone, sunbae~ �� Ji Hoon.

She lets out a sigh as she types her message to him. At first, she didn’t know what to say. She’d type something and delete it after. Hye Soo bites her lower lip as she decides to send the text.

Hey, have you decided what to wear on Baeksang? – Hye Soo.

Hye Soo locks her screen and drops her phone on her lap after sending the text. It’s like she just sent a risky text to her crush. She’s fidgets her phone strap as she waits for his reply. But it’s been 10 minutes and they already arrived at her CF shoot location. Hye Soo sighs as she goes down her car.

Maybe he’s busy, she thought.

The shoot began shortly after she arrived at the location.

~

Ji Hoon was fitting his suit for Baeksang that day. He wanted another extraordinary suit, like that pink suit and his other unusual suits that resemble something funny. When he went out of the fitting room, Nam Gil was there reading a magazine. Ji Hoon opens his arms to show his suit while smirking.

“What do you think? Do I look like a spicy rice cake now?” Ji Hoon asks, showing off his reddish orange suit. Nam Gil acts like he’s trying to think.

“I think you look more like a..” Nam Gil stops midst sentence. “A sunkist.”

Ji Hoon frowned at his friend. He wanted to look tasty, not sour.

“Fine, I’ll change. I’ll try to look like a soju instead.” He said, rolling his eyes on his friend.

“Ah, wait a second. I think you got a text message.” Nam Gil stops him before he could go back inside the fitting room. Ji Hoon tilts his head, curious of who would text him on his day off.

He gets his phone from Nam Gil who’s smiling like crazy. He opens his phone and went to his inbox. His heart stops the moment he saw who texted him.

It’s Hye Soo sunbae, he thought.

Hey, have you decided what to wear on Baeksang? – Hye Soo.

Ji Hoon looked at Nam Gil who’s smiling at him. He smiles back as he holds his phone close to his chest.

“I think I got company.” Ji Hoon says.

“Go get it then, sunkist.” Nam Gil smiled at him widely.

Ji Hoon didn’t waste any second, typed his reply and changed quickly.

~

Hye Soo’s CF filming is done. She thanked the staff and director. After that, she goes to her dressing room to change to her usual outfit and gets her phone from her manager. She almost dropped her phone when she saw her notification tab. There’s Ji Hoon’s reply to her text among other notification from Instagram.

Hye Soo sighs anxiously as she opens the text message.

Sunbae! No, I haven’t picked any suit yet. Would you help me choose? – Ji Hoon.

She smiles after seeing his reply. She quickly typed a reply to him.

What brand do you plan to wear? I plan to wear Ralph Lauren~ – Hye Soo.

“Hey, what are your plans today? Will you be hanging out with your friends?” Hye Soo’s manager asked.

“I’ll pick a dress today. For Baeksang.” She answered simply while looking at her phone.

“Really? Will you be alright alone?” her manager asks again.

“Hm-mhm.” Hye Soo answers again.

She smiled when Ji Hoon’s text popped up on her screen.

Alright, where should I meet you? I’m at Gangnam right now. ­– Ji Hoon.

Hye Soo quickly types her reply.

Let’s meet at Ralph Lauren’s boutique there~ – Hye Soo.

~

Ji Hoon was drinking his 2nd bottle of yogurt when Hye Soo replied. He puts his yogurt down and quickly checked her reply.

“What does she said?” Nam Gil asks. Ji Hoon looks at him; they’re still inside the shopping mall somewhere in Gangnam. Good thing, they’re VIPs.

“I’ll meet her at Ralph Lauren’s boutique. Ciao!” Ji Hoon salutes at Nam Gil then he messes up with his hair before heading out to the parking lot. Nam Gil was left shaking his head and smiling.

~

Hye Soo arrived shortly at Ralph Lauren’s wearing her cap and sunglasses. She went straight to the receptionist and asked for VIP assistance. The receptionist nodded at her and led her to the VIP room.

Hye Soo was about to sit on the couch when she felt her phone vibrates. She quickly checked it.

Sunbae, I’m outside. – Ji Hoon.

After reading his text, Hye Soo went out of the VIP room. Outside, she sees him first in front of a saleslady. She raises her hand to wave at him.

“Yoon.” She softly called him. Ji Hoon looked at her direction. He’s also wearing a cap and sunglasses.

He didn’t answer; instead he walked towards her, not even throwing a glance over the saleslady who’s about to talk to him.

“Annyeong, sunbae.” He greeted her with his sweet smile. Hye Soo smiles back at him and nods.

“Let’s go.” They both entered the VIP room.

~

“This one?” It’s Hye Soo’s 3rd fit. Ji Hoon didn’t like the first fit and the she didn’t like the second fit. Now, it’s a simple black tube dress.

Ji Hoon swallowed when he looked at Hye Soo. The dress fitted her well and he can see how the color complimented her complexion and her curves are much more visible. The dress looks so simple but it exudes her elegance and sophistication that Ji Hoon felt like he’s running out of breath. He’s stunned by her beauty that he’s out of words.

Hye Soo waves her hand on his face. “Ji Hoon-ah?”

Ji Hoon came back to his senses and blinked twice, “Oh? Oh. Sorry, I spaced out.”

“What do you think?” Hye Soo asks, her hands on her waist. It didn’t help because Ji Hoon can now see her curves visibly. He swallows again and tilts his head. He’s about to say something when the saleslady speaks.

“I think he’s speechless because of your beauty, ma’am.” the saleslady said while smiling. Hye Soo looks at the flustered Ji Hoon, his hand at the back of his head while he laughs it off nervously.

“That’s the one.” Ji Hoon said while pointing at Hye Soo. Hye Soo absentmindedly points her finger to herself while giving Ji Hoon a questioning look. Ji Hoon nods while smiling at her. Seconds later, she realizes how foolish she looks so she clears her throat and composed herself.

“Araso, this one then.” She says then sighs. She’s about to change into her clothes but Ji Hoon stopped her.

“Just a second. Pose for me.” Ji Hoon said as he positions himself to take a picture of her. Hye Soo willingly poses as Ji Hoon takes pictures with his phone.

After that, Hye Soo chuckles and went back inside the fitting room. Little did she know, Ji Hoon took candid picture of her as she checks herself out at the mirror and before she goes inside the fitting room.

~

After choosing Hye Soo’s outfit, they went to Dior for Ji Hoon’s. Good thing these boutiques value their customers’ privacy especially celebrities.

“Do you have an idea or inspiration for your outfit?” Hye Soo asks him as soon as they settled on the couch inside the VIP room.

“Hmm, I wanted to look like a tteokboki or soju. Last time, my pink suit was inspired by a sausage.” Ji Hoon casually answered. Hye Soo looks at him then she bursts out her laugh. Ji Hoon fakes a frown at her laugh.

“I actually fitted a reddish orange suit awhile ago. But Nam Gil said I looked like a sunkist instead of tteokboki.” Ji Hoon pouts. Hye Soo stops laughing but she couldn’t stop, she lets out a chuckle at his childish antics.

“So you wanna look like a snack at the awards show. Let me think.” Hye Soo acts like she’s thinking of something.

“Aniyo, it’s fine. I think I’ll pick a suit that’s something similar to yours.” Ji Hoon looks away and smiles timidly. He’s like a grade-schooler tryna score to his crush.

“Ah, yes. You’ll look as good as a snack even without trying to look like one.” Hye Soo absentmindedly uttered while browsing the boutiques magazine. Ji Hoon’s eyes widens, he looks at her. He’s about to say something but the saleslady comes out from nowhere and started entertaining them.

~

It’s Ji Hoon’s second fit. He fidgets with the buttons of the suit as he comes out of the fitting room.

“So?” His voice cracks, so he clears his throat. Hye Soo is looking at him and he’s nervous.

“Hmm.” Hye Soo looks at him from head to toe. She circles him as she checks out every part of his body.

“Hm-mhm.” Hye Soo shakes her head saying ‘no’ to that suit. Ji Hoon nodded and went back inside the fitting room.

Hye Soo was scrolling through her IG when she heard Ji Hoon clears his throat. She looks at him.

If their fans can see her eyes right now, it’s sparkling. She didn’t have to look at every part of his body; she just knows he looks good in it. It’s a simple black suit, white shirt underneath and a bow tie. Ji Hoon looks really good to her that she can already imagine walking down the red carpet with him. Hell, she could even imagine walking down the aisle with him waiting on the other side. But that’d be too delusional of her.

Hye Soo came back to her senses when Ji Hoon snapped his finger at her face. Hye Soo sighs and swallows and she looks away to hide her embarrassment.

“That’s okay.” Hye Soo said, plainly. She browsed the magazine still trying to hide her uneasiness.

“I think it’s too plain, sir.” The saleslady says as she puts a hand at Ji Hoon’s triceps and checks him out. Hye Soo quickly looks at them, irked by what’s happening. She scoffed softly, not letting the two hear it, and then she smiles before speaking.

“I think it looks good. I have a brooch pin that would look perfectly for that suit.” Hye Soo said while smiling.

Ji Hoon tried to hide his smile and straighten his stance.

~

After picking their outfits for the show, Ji Hoon offered Hye Soo a ride to her home. Hye Soo agrees as she feels tired already and driving would exhaust her more.

“Do you think we can walk down the red carpet together?” Ji Hoon asks as he drives. Hye Soo looks at him.

“That would mean you’ll have to wait for me. It’s okay, I don’t want to trouble you.” Hye Soo answers and smiles genuinely. Ji Hoon lets out a sigh.

They arrived at Hye Soo’s house safely. They bid farewell to each other and says that they’ll see each other on the awards show.

~

Hye Soo sighs as she remembers how her day went with him and smiles as she closes her door. As soon as she sits on the couch, her phone vibrates. It’s a DM from username @_jujihoon on IG. Hye Soo opens the DM.

It’s a photo where she poses like a queen ready to take her throne.

Another photo pops up from Ji Hoon. It’s a candid shot of her going inside the fitting room. It’s just her back and her leg is showing through the back slit of the dress and that’s more than enough to make that photo looks sexy.

A message pops up seconds later after the photos.

Thank you for the brooch pin, take good care of my white coat :) – @_jujihoon

~

Note: Just a teeny tiny bit of a detail, I dreamed of Ji Hoon posting pictures on his IG. Some were pictures of him and two of the pictures he posted were candid shots of Hye Soo’s back as she goes inside a fitting room. I literally got goosebumps when Hye Soo posted that picture above (the 2nd pic), it looked really similar to that pic in my dream.

My dream felt so real that I thought I wasn’t dreaming. I was even talking to some moots on Twitter in that dream that’s why I thought it's real. 😅 Anyway, go on. 😊 Thank you for reading this fic. 🥰

[thatssonano]

Hey, remember the research paper about why TV fails to represent female muslims? Well here it is.

Hey guys,

So I'm finally gonna try to write a real little thing about how TV fails to write muslim women. I thought about doing a real research paper and I wrote the introduction and got really anxious because it reminded of my very stressful master degree lol so this is much more simple. Anyways, let's get to it. 

As a kid, I was very hungry for representation on TV. Mostly because I had no models, no one to identify with. As a very introvert and self-conscious kid, I didn't know what to be or what to do. At some point, I started looking up to my sister, very beautiful, very intelligent and very ambitious girl. So I thought "I ought to be like that, that's what a muslim girl like me should be like.” 

Thing is, I wasn't as smart as she was, my grades were not as good, I wasn't as pretty or as popular at school, and there was not a single box I could fit in. I ended up being the "weird but nice little sister". But I was so invisible everyone would nickname me "Sarah 2" (my sister's name being Sarah.) And you know what? For the first time, I felt like I existed. Because I was "the little sister". Dude, how sad is that?

I was too white for them, not muslim enough, too weird for them. So obviously, it was tough to pave a way for myself when I was the only girl like me. 

The first time I was finally not nicknamed was when I got into college at the age of 17. Only because we didn't choose the same college. And I understood I didn't have to be as smart or as ambitious as her, I understood that I didn't have to get the life she had when I was 22. 22, guys. 

I'm turning 26 in one month. And I chose my own life. But God, how much time it took me to realize that there wasn't only one type of "the muslim girl"? 22 years.  

I'm not saying that to share about my life or whatever, I just want to show the consequences of not having representation on TV. And for sure, many people don't care about representation, my sister doesn't, my brother doesn't. But I do. Maybe that's because I'm hypersensitive, maybe that's because I believe art should mirror reality. All I know is that it's necessary for many. 

I met Sana Bakkoush on a random fan video about several fictional couples on youtube. I didn't know Skam then but there was this second in the video where I would see Noora and William staring at each other or whatever, and there was this beautiful hijabi girl in the back. I had to know what this show was about. So I did my research and binge-watched it. With much luck, I got to the end of the whole show before episode 3 of season 4 came out. So I learnt to grow with Sana, I fell in love with her, and I just felt like I could understand her. I was her. I finally was validated with her. Up until episode 5, all was well. And then,… it just broke? Still today, I'm trying to understand how they could let that happen and I guess there's one obvious reason. The writing staff was white. Julie Andem is white. And to me, if you're not from that community, you should not try to write about this one. 

As the plot thickened, you could feel like it was unbalanced, incoherent, and that many things didn't make sense. But that's pretty normal, because if you don't live the problem, you can't understand. Now I won't curse Julie Andem for not trying, but I guess what should have been done was to hire a muslim writer. And God, people can't tell me it's too tough to find. Even if it was not Iman Meskini's job, she could have asked her. God, this girl taught more about ramadan through her ig story than Skam ever did. 

Now I'm not saying she didn't do us all dirty when she gave us 9 episodes instead of ten and it all broke us on June 17th 2017 (Yep, this day is a national holiday now). And honestly, I've got not one good explanation for this except they didn't feel her story was that important. Unconsciously, I hope, because it would be too evil otherwise.

The reason, to me, that Sana was so many people's favorite character was because Iman Meskini gave her so much realness. Sana was strong yet vulnerable. Everyone, muslims like non-muslims could understand her, and I think she inspired so many people. Her life is amazing, and she's what now? 22. I really hope she gets a Nobel Prize in the future, she deserves it. 

Now let's talk about the others. I think it'd be a bit faster. 

Imane Bakhellal. Uhm. Well the main issue is the same, she was written by a white man. So obviously, it was 1. wrong. 2. wrong. 3. wrong. The story barely focused on her faith and whenever we'd see her pray she'd be interrupted. Look, I've been praying for 13 years and the only times I've interrupted my prayer were because I had just realized I had not done wudhu. Or I was too jet-lagged so I was praying in the wrong direction.  

Thing is, Imane didn't make me feel anything. And it was even sadder, because I am a muslim living in Paris. To me, her story wasn't focused on her, it wasn't even focused on religion or her struggle living between two cultures. I didn't learn a thing. And God, that hurt. That hurt even more when the director didn't acknowledge it was poorly written and was actually proud of it. It hurt that white people get the right to write our story and we're there, not having any voice. It sucked. But I guess, she had ten episodes, right, even if the last episode was within the same day. 

It didn't really bother me that she kissed him. The speech she recited did though. I got really frustrated about it. How hard would it be to find a muslim writer? Honestly, I would have been glad to join them, even as a volunteer. 

I'm not actually mad at the actress, I guess it was just a reflection of her relationship with islam. And I know many people got the representation they wanted, but to me, it remains poorly written. To me, it remains hypocrite because they don't get it. Being a muslim woman of color in France sucks sometimes. But having at least her story focused on her would have been great too. 

 Ok, let's move on. 

Amira Mahmood. I love her a little less than Sana, but I mean come on, that's understandable, right?

Amira is strong, she's beautiful, kind, smart. And her season was going well, until it wasn't anymore…. Because, well, it ended. I keep on wondering why it happened and I came with no logical answer. So maybe it was lazy writing, maybe it didn't matter to them, maybe the writers were just tired. I don't know, honestly, I don't know. But it pissed me off bad. (Honestly it was the third character I was let down on, lol, it started to be a lot to handle). Also, the other seasons were so greatly written, they had depth and understanding, it was soft and beautiful. And to me, season 4 just felt… lazy? Sure, I loved Mohammed but the Australia plot wasn't even that important it actually got fixed over text? And how hard would it be to find exciting plot for a muslim character? What? Everything should be about kissing, hair and sex? Well, no. I mean, I would have loved to see her actually working, I would have loved to see her actually bonding with her dad, I would have loved to see her at a boxing game… The summer and fall after I graduated high school was a very hard time to me, mostly because it was a time of discovery and transition. Everything was changing. God, they should have explored that more. So I don't know, I just felt detached then, and I think that's more sad, actually.

But I do believe the actress did a great job, and I wish Tua all success. 

Shall I give a little paragraph on Nadia from Elite? Hell yeah I'm going to. Well, the show is focused on sex so, I mean, are we even surprised the writers did this to Nadia? Not really, but we're still mad. Again, it was written by white people; who focused on all the stereotypes people spread about muslims. The strict dad? Check. The very quiet and invisible mom at the mercy of the dad? Check. The muslim girl who does not actually know why she's religious and only follows her parents' footsteps like a sheep because islam is just way too strict so no one in their sane mind would ever venture in such a religion? Check. The hunger for having white friends and doing the same? Check. Falling for a white guy and giving up everything she ever "believed" for him? Check. I hope the writers heard about what people had to say about it. 

Honestly, I know some would say "there are muslim girls like this". Well, ok. But what about us? We've been invisible to society for years and years. I grew up without having a single fucking idea about who I was and I just always felt like I was the odd one out. Too white, too Algerian, too muslim, too girly, too boyish, too into traditions, following too much her parents' rules… Well, growing up I just decided, I will never be enough of something, because I’m a little of everything. So yeah, some muslim girls do that, but some others don't. And we want to see these girls too. We want to normalize their way of life, so they can just live. And we want them to have the same screen time than the rest of the cast. And we want them to have exciting plots too. 

God, I've been smothered by the fucking veil debate in France for weeks and weeks and I couldn't breathe anymore. That's why we need visibility. To be acknowledged. To erase ignorance and hate. To create a homogenous society in this globalized world where everyone is different and it is okay. Because as long as your liberty isn't in danger, then the other can live as he wills. 

To finish I guess some of you would be like “if you’re so eager to criticize the work of others, just write your own story” Well I did. I actually finished one scenario in French and I have just started one in English. But how can I actually make it into reality if I don’t know anyone in the business bold enough to work with me on it? 

Honestly if you've read all of that, congratulations, thank you so much, love you all, peace out. 

I didn’t write everything I wanted but I believe it’s long enough already lol. Be safe, well and kind. (that’s what Bob Morley says and he’s a king).

[polygamyff]

45. Part 4

I am wondering where Robyn is, the party is in full swing and Robyn is not here. Terry said she is getting ready still but can she just come down now, seeing Wade raise his glass to me “you made it then, I know it was last minute but you did say you couldn’t come but here you are” Wade got his hand out to me, shaking his hand “I was just testing to see how much you cared and you text me back just saying ok, and my wife is here” Wade moved to the side “nice to see you again, looking beautiful as ever” holding her hand as I stepped forward to press kisses to her cheek “pleasure is all mines, your home is beautiful, I was saying to Wade from outside looking in it looks not so grande but inside, it’s magnificent, I am in awe and then Wade told me how much you paid, wow. It was worth every amount” I smiled at her “thank you so much, I can’t thank Wade enough. Every time I call him, even in the middle of the night he picks up, he makes sure I am ok. You must hate me at times” I laughed “well, it’s like having a second son, I said it to Wade. I said Maurice is like family to us, Wade adores you” Wade pulled a face “stop it, you talk too much woman” laughing at Wade “Maurice” looking to the side of me, Terry held out Reign to me “she will be going to bed soon” oh yeah, holding my drink to Wade “I hold drinks now” he said “Mi Amor, is it your bed time soon. Don’t you look pretty in your dress, daddy bought you this from Burberry, especially for you my daughter” pressing a kiss to her head as I held her close “I love you so so much” Reign looks so confused, I think there is many people here but she has not cried “Terry this is my lawyer and best friend Wade, and his wife Laura” I pointed at them “this is my future mother in law, soon to be. You know how it is” I chuckled “nice to meet you Terry, you looks so much like your daughter, so beautiful” Wade ain’t wrong, Terry is ever so beautiful. Looking at Reign as she rubbed her eyes “you tired, aww” feeling a hand on my shoulder “if it isn’t the man himself” looking behind me “Shawn Carter” turning around, dapping him “I just took a tour around your home, it’s amazing” I chuckled “appreciate it and Mrs Knowles” holding her hand, Reign yelped out but I proceeded to press a kiss to the side of her cheek “Mrs Carter now, come on Maurice” Jay said.

I did think Reign would cry with Jay but she didn’t, she just wanted to attack his gold chain “I told you I am good with kids, thank the lord you don’t look like him” Jay said pointing at me “you just a hater” I chuckled “tell your dad he is just being hater” Reign is legit ok with Jay, like this girl does not know this man at all but is fine to play with his gold chain. The room become a little quiet of chatter, it was odd to hear such a thing. Looking around the room “your lady is here” Jay said, looking around me and then how can I miss her “wow” I breathed out, moving my head to the side a little because someone got in my way. She was complaining about not finding a dress but she has, I am in awe. I can tell, she looks so nervous. Her nervous laugh, I can’t stop staring at her. The dress looks heavy for her but she has made people go quiet, they are looking at her. Let me go to her “you will be ok with Reign, I will just go and see Robyn” I asked Jay and he nodded his head, making my way to her. Adam is fussing around her, I don’t care for Leon I am in awe with what I see, she looks so beautiful. I feel emotional, like my bride has just arrived “hey” I breathed out, I just feel breathless “hey baby, this ballgown is a lot, don’t you think?” her warm smile, oh I just love this woman so much “no” shaking my head “it’s perfect, you look beautiful Robyn. You got everyone here looking I am lucky to have you” I smiled looking at her “ballgown” I said “it’s a ballgown?” looking up at Robyn “yes it is, thank you” Robyn said smiling wide at me “you are looking at Robyn like you just seen your bride” Adam said “I have” I would marry her now “who can perform an official marry ceremony to this woman!? I need someone official” Robyn laughed “stop it, causing a scene” Robyn shuffled over to me “don’t step on my gown” leaning over to her “and peck my lips, my lipstick” she is so demanding, pecking her lips “I love you” Robyn said “I love you more” she used her thumb to wipe my lips.

Holding Robyn’ hand to bring her to Jay, watching to not step on her dress. To see people that I know looking at Robyn, not in a hateful way just in awe and I love to see it “did she cry at all?” I asked, she is really attacking this man’s hair “I am sorry” I said to him “it’s ok, she is so cheeky. I find it cute; we friend now aren’t we? My daughter will love her so much, won’t she” Reign actually does like Jay, look at my daughter “so this is your new business partner, Robyn. Robyn. Come say hi to Shawn, I mean I differ from Shawn to Jay, you can call him what you like” looking at Robyn “my business partner now? What happened to you, nice to meet you Robyn. So you are the one to come too?” Robyn is shy, I can tell on her face “hi, it’s amazing to meet you Shawn. Like wow, I am like shaking your hand” Robyn is still so new to this “yes you, if we going to be business partners I can’t have this now” Robyn laughed nervously “sorry, I am a surgeon but Maurice wants me to erm, run the clubs. So yeah” she needs to not be so nervous “wow, surgeon. That is amazing, this is my wife” Robyn’ eyes widened “I remember you; I took a picture with you at his birthday. You look so beautiful” Robyn is fangirling right now, I can tell “this is my new daughter” Jay joked “hey, hey. I want her back now” opening my arms “come to papa, come on” Reign did come to me “she is a good girl, I like she don’t cry” checking over at Robyn, she is speaking to Beyoncé without fainting “she knows rich, she senses that you got money. Ain’t it?” Shawn laughed “we need to do a little family thing, together. My kids will love Reign, she is adorable” Shawn touched her cheek, Reign turned her head and started grabbing my neck “she is getting grumpy now” looking down at her “hey, grumpy. My beautiful” lifting her up a little so she can rest her head on my shoulder.

My daughter is turning out to be grumpy now “look who’s here, momma. Doesn’t she look beautiful” Reign lifted her head up “what is it? What you see” I asked, I then pointed at Robyn “you see mommy” Beyoncé and Robyn have been talking for a while now “Robyn! Hey!” I spat, Robyn looked over at me “Reign wants to see” Robyn cooed out “look at her little face” Beyoncé said, Robyn made her way over to us “aww mommy is here” Reign straight away went to Robyn, she wanted her “awwww my beautiful baby, you missed me” both of my ladies looking beautiful as ever, I am so very proud of them both “come on, let’s take a picture” I said “Shawn, can you take it for me?” holding my phone out to him “sure, get together. Let the billionaires rise together” Shawn said, I laughed walking around Robyn “Robyn and Bey in the middle, Maurice at the side of Bey and Jay next to Robyn. That will be perfect” Shawn thinks he is a photographer “nigga you ain’t no photographer” I said laughing “get my best side, we both Shawn’ now. You gotta do good” I placed my arms behind me, I mean it’s Beyoncé, we family friends I still wouldn’t put my arm around her. Looking over at Jay and he did the same as me “look here then” looking at Shawn smiling, I am very happy right now “done” he held my phone out to me, taking my phone from him “thanks bro, we need to catch up though. Quick, how did it go?” I asked while looking down at the picture, this picture looks so rich “we on a break, she uhm didn’t take well at all. I was hoping she was here?” shaking my head “she is also angry with, we will catch up” tapping on IG, I mean of course I am going to post this picture. Shawn did actually do a great job with this, I am impressed. Captioning the picture ‘When the Carter and Davenport get together, congratulations @R0bynWillis on being Shawn Carter’ new business partner. 40/40 club near your city soon’ pressing send on the picture, let them hate even more.

“I didn’t know Tiffany is here?” Robyn grabbed my hand saying in my ear “what do you want me to do? My family wanted to come, my dad, you know” Robyn is not happy at all “you know what, you said the rich not the poor” Robyn spat, look at her Robyn being really angry at this “cuz” Kellen is still with the little rat then “hey” I said, Tiffany just stared at Robyn “if you don’t respect my girl in our home then you can go” I straight up said, I don’t give a fuck “hi” she strained out “how are you angry at Robyn huh? Kellen” looking at him “working on it” he said “you sure that child is even yours Maurice, it’s funny how it looks awfully more like Robyn then you. Not a single feature of you” Tiffany is funny “if Beyonce didn’t invite me to her home this weekend I would lay your ass out on this floor, but I have class, I have a name for myself Tiffany and trust me. The real Reign to the company is his, that cubic zirconia child you had will never see an ounce of royalty, not with you around” Tiffany eyes bulged out “Jay!” I waved my bodyguard over “escort this one out, Kellen you can stay but she goes” Jay nodded his head “listen here, I meant what I said so yeah. Come” I grabbed Robyn’ hand, my girl is on fire. Walking away from them “cubic zirconia?” I said laughing as I shook my head, she is funny “hi dear” seeing my auntie and uncle, this is weird to see my dad’ youngest brother out and about and for her to reach to Robyn “uhm Robyn, this is my auntie. She is married to my dad’ brother, he is the youngest. Montell, well uncle Montell. This is Robyn” Robyn looks shocked that I actually introduced her to him “wow, you look just like Marquis” my uncle shook Robyn’ hand “I am much more quiet then him, and I don’t have a walking stick” he joked, I never had issues with him but he’s never stuck up for me but least he didn’t end up like Malik. None of my dad’ brothers did, they was well mannered but then again my grandfather was a strict man.

[gamerwoo]

Yixing: Side Job (Part 2)

Characters: Yixing x female reader (featuring Jongin, Sehun, and Junmyeon)

Genre/warnings: camboy au, barista au, crack, kinda fluffy, mentions of masturbation

Word count: 3,453

Summary: Your go-to to get off is your favorite camboy who goes by the name of Lay. Physically, he’s perfect, and everything he says leaves you breathless and wanting him to keep talking until you���re coming undone in front of your laptop. However, you notice that the new barista hired at the cafe down the street has a voice that sounds familiar…

Part 1 | Part 3

Coming home that day, you went straight to your room and flopped down on it face first. Your friend kept asking if you were feeling alright because you weren’t paying any attention at all the whole day. All you could think about was how Lay, your favorite camboy, was a barista just down the fucking street! And then that lead to the fact that he must’ve lived nearby, which was somehow even more terrifying.

There were three things you knew for sure: first, you weren’t sure you could ever watch another one of Lay’s streams; second, you were never stepping foot in that cafe ever again; third, Lay’s face was just as drop-dead gorgeous as his body.

No, not Lay. His name was Yixing. And you couldn’t get that out of your head for some reason. You knew Lay was probably some sort of alias, but you never expected you’d know his real name. It felt too...personal. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.

You spent the next few days trying to keep yourself as distracted as possible. You didn’t want to go watch any of his streams -- no matter how mentally and emotionally exhausted you felt -- and you didn’t want to build up the curiosity to go back to the cafe and see if he was there because some masochistic part of you wanted to go back and take in the fact that Lay was a real person that was right in front of you. But you wouldn’t let yourself do that.

It wasn’t until those few days had gone by that your promise to never return to the cafe was broken.

Jonginie: come keep me company :(

you: do you not realize what time it is???

Jonginie: but studying sucks and i need friends

you: sehun exists???

you: taemin exists????

you: jimin exists??????

Jonginie: sehun's getting laid, jimin’s at a concert, and the last time i invited taemin out late at night he got lost and i spent two hours trying to find him because he wouldn’t answer his phone

you: oh my god you big baby

you: where are you?

Jonginie: that little cafe down the street from your apartment :)

you: NO

you: NOPE

you: IM NOT GOING

Jonginie: ????

Jonginie: what the actual fuck is wrong with you

You couldn’t tell your best friend the reason you couldn’t go back to that cafe. You couldn’t admit that you watched a camboy and that camboy just happened to work there. You couldn’t tell him that the day before you ran into him, you donated $20 and called him Daddy as you begged for him to whip his dick out. You just couldn’t admit any of that.

So what excuse did you have to work with?

Jonginie: i’ll buy you your favorite!!! :)

None. You had no excuses at all.

you: i’ll be there in 10 ig

So you got dressed and put on your proverbial big girl pants before you grabbed your keys, slipped on your shoes, and left the house with your phone in your pocket just in case. Only Jongin would ask you to meet him at a coffee shop at 8pm so he could study and not be alone, so you, being a female, had to keep your phone with you at all times and have your keys in hand just in case -- and not just to unlock your door when you got home.

Thankfully, the walk to the cafe was uneventful, but you couldn’t get your brain to calm down the whole way there. You were just worrying about if Lay -- Yixing -- would be there. You didn’t even know what you were so worried about the longer you thought about it. It wasn’t like you had to talk to him. Just say hello, order, and then say thanks and have a good day. It was so simple but your stupid imagination was acting like he would somehow know you masturbated to him on a weekly basis. 

Taking a final deep breath, you opened the door to the cafe and walked in -- you also made note to check their hours and you were surprised to find the cafe had such late hours, but it was probably because there was a college campus nearby. You glanced at the counter, offering an awkward smile to the bored-looking girl working. She seemed to be the only one working, in fact, since the cafe was empty except for Jongin and some other poor college student that was typing away furiously on their laptop. 

“Hey!” Jongin grinned as you sat down across from him. The table was covered with papers, his textbook, and his notebook that he was scribbling in. “You should’ve told me when you were closer by so I could’ve ordered for you.”

“It’s fine, I can order for myself,” you shrugged.

“Alright, here’s my card,” he said as he pulled out his wallet and handed his card over to you. “I’m gonna use the bathroom really quick.”

As you both got up, you stopped at the counter while Jongin went passed it to where the restrooms were located. You greeted the poor barista before ordering what you wanted and paying for it. But as you waited for her to make your drink, you started to get curious. You figured you had nothing to lose if you were never coming back here -- starting tonight -- so you softly spoke up.

“Excuse me? Um...w-when does Yixing usually work?”

The girl looked up at the sound of your voice, “Yixing? Uh, usually mornings, I think.”

You nodded with a quiet “thanks”, happy she didn’t ask why you wanted to know. She finished making your drink and handed it to you with a “enjoy” that wasn’t nearly as chipper as the one Yixing gave you, but that was neither here nor there.

As you went back to your table, you smirked to yourself. Maybe you could find away around avoiding the cafe, especially since this seemed to be where Jongin liked to study now. If you just came here at night, you’d be safe. It made sense anyway -- nighttime was when Lay liked to stream. If you just didn’t come in the mornings, you were safe. You could easily get your coffee and not run into the boy that didn’t know you’d seen him naked way more times than you could count on one hand.

“What’re you smirking about?” Jongin scoffed as he walked back over to the table.

You cleared your throat, scrunching your face before letting it fall back to its neutral state, “Nothing. Do your homework.”

-

The cafe was back to being a safe space now that you knew Yixing’s -- Lay’s; you never knew what to call him, honestly -- schedule. You showed up quite a bit to keep Jongin company while he studied. Sometimes his other friends would join which was always...interesting to say the least -- especially with Taemin. Sometimes it was just you and Jongin with him complaining about how he hated homework and wondering why he went to college. 

After a couple weeks, you had calmed down enough to be able to go back to watching Lay’s streams. You figured there was no harm if you didn’t really know him and would never see him again, so...why not? Plus, you hadn’t gotten a really good orgasm ever since you stopped watching him and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You had to give in because you were weak.

A month had gone by and you were finally over your fear of seeing Lay at the cafe.

While you were packing your things up to go home from work, your phone vibrated. You took it out to check, seeing Jongin was texting you.

Jonginie: can i stay at your place tonight?

Jonginie: i miss you :(

you: okay whats the real reason

Jonginie: .......my roommate’s drunk and obnoxious and i probably won’t sleep tonight

Jonginie: BUT I SWEAR I ALSO MISS YOU

Jonginie: please?? :(((((

If you were going to host Jongin tonight, you’d need something to keep you awake after you got home. Typically you were able to crash then and there and it would only be about 6:30. So after agreeing to let Jongin stay over, you grabbed your things and left work, deciding your next destination was the cafe.

When you entered, nobody was at the counter. There were only a few customers inside, already having gotten their coffees. Some were on their phones as they sat at tables, and some were working on their laptops. You didn’t really pay much attention to them -- or anybody -- as you walked up to the counter to order a coffee, looking down at your phone instead.

“Hi! How can I help you?” that friendly voice chirped, shooting ice through your veins as you all but froze on the spot.

Slowly, you looked up, almost whimpering when your eyes moved over the nametag that read Yixing. Your eyes met his as he smiled at you, showing off his dimples as he waited for your reply.

Internally, you were panicking. He wasn’t supposed to work nights! Why was he working? Why was he here? Why now? Why, why, why?

But externally, you shyly gave him your order before you paid for it.

Yixing turned to make your order as you went to wait by the pick-up counter. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him even though you wanted so badly to look away and erase all of this from your mind. But your eyes followed him as he moved around, thinking about how good he looked even in his barista uniform. Maybe he’d do a barista theme for one of his cams...

‘Jesus, _____, stop it. That’s weird, don’t go there.’

You shook the thought from your mind, taking a deep breath to try to clear your thoughts. That was when Yixing walked over with your order, sliding it across the counter to you with his dumb beautiful smile that made your legs turn to jelly.

“Have a good day, _____,” he grinned, remembering your name from when you gave him the order.

And that’s when you said the worst thing you could’ve said to him other than admitting you watched his cams. Your stupid brain wasn’t thinking, and you blurted the only thing you could get away with in public, but would still probably not only send Yixing into a panic, but would make him think you were weird.

“Thanks, Lay.”

You were half-turned to leave when you realized, and you froze. Lay -- Yixing, Jesus; it’s Yixing -- froze as well, the smile dropping from his face as he just stared at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were slightly widened, and his mouth was a little ajar, but you couldn’t tell what kind of emotion it was conveying. 

“Wh--” Yixing’s eyebrows furrowed the tiniest bit as he looked away at the counter before looking back at you again. “What did you just call me?”

You didn’t want to answer and drag this awkward conversation on even longer, but your legs also wouldn’t respond when you decided it was best to just walk away and not answer or look back. Your feet were practically glued to the floor, staring back at Yixing in silence as you looked like a deer in headlights.

“_____!” a familiar voice called.

Your head whipped around to see Jongin smiling at you as he waved, walking into the cafe. You almost wanted to cry from relief when you saw him.

“I was on my way to your place when I saw you were in here,” he chuckled, grabbing your arm. “C’mon, I told Sehunie he could come over to watch movies for a bit and he’s gonna beat us there. If he’s waiting for longer than 2 seconds, he’s going to complain all night and I don’t wanna hear it.”

Jongin dragged you away from the counter, forcing your legs and feet to finally move. However, your dumb, idiot self decided to look back over your shoulder to find Yixing still staring at you, watching as you disappeared out the door with Jongin -- who you now decided you’d owed your life to.

-

“You got here the same time as us, stop whining!” Jongin groaned as he pushed open the door to your apartment after he unlocked it.

Sehun followed in behind him, stating that the host should already be at the house before the guests get there, and that even arriving at the same time is impolite and “fucking dumb”. Jongin was quick to point out that it wasn’t a house, it was an apartment, so Sehun could take his whining and shove it up his ass. 

You walked in behind Sehun, still in a dazed state after what happened. Neither of them questioned your behavior since Jongin was chattering away the whole walk to the apartment, and then him and Sehun were bickering in the elevator. But in your head, all you were doing was replaying the incident with Yixing. How the hell did you actually call him Lay? How did you slip up like that? Just “thanks” would’ve been fine but no, you had to tack a name on the end of there.

Thankfully, the two boys were still oblivious to your spacey state even as the three of you sat down to watch a movie together. Sehun was on his phone for parts of it, but him and Jongin were still going back and forth throughout the movie. Both of them were critiquing the acting, the special effect -- basically anything that they could during the movie so you weren’t sure why they wanted to watch it. The only thing that interrupted them was Sehun’s phone dinging before he stood up and went to the door.

“A couple of friends wanted to stop by -- apparently it’s important so I said sure,” Sehun said over his shoulder as he went to go put his shoes on to go downstairs and let them in. “Hope you don’t mind, _____.”

You only half heard what he said, mumbling it was okay. But Jongin began lecturing the younger boy about how he shouldn’t have complained about manners and being polite when he just openly invited strangers to your apartment. But Sehun ignored him as he left, closing the door behind him.

You stayed spacing out on the couch, still replaying that awful embarrassing moment in your head. Sehun opening the door didn’t snap you out of it, and neither did his voice mingling with his friend’s. It wasn’t until you heard a third voice that your eyes went wide and your body went rigid. It was just a laugh, but it was one you recognized -- one that would probably haunt you in your dreams.

“Hey,” the way Sehun said the greeting made you and Jongin realize he wanted your attention, so you cautiously turned your head to see Sehun standing with a two shorter men -- one of which was already looking at you with those beautiful eyes that shot fear into your soul as of late, “this is Junmyeon-hyung, and this is Yixing-hyung.”

“I think I’ve met Junmyeon once before,” Jongin smiled. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi,” you mumbled before you shot up from the couch and decided the kitchen seemed like a way better room to be in right now. “I’m gonna grab a drink.”

You scurried out of the room, hoping to go unnoticed. You hoped that even though Yixing was staring right at you that maybe somehow he didn’t recognize you as the person that called him by his camboy alias. You knew that was impossible, but you still hoped, anyway.

Entering the kitchen, you went to the fridge, hoping to just get a bottle of cold water to calm your nerves. But when you had the door halfway open, it was pushed shut. You stared at the ring-clad hand that was holding it shut, afraid to let your eyes follow the arm of it up to the owner, but you did so slowly anyway.

Yixing stood there with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking or what he was feeling. He was showing virtually no emotion other than the quirked brow. He didn’t even say anything, and you were shrinking back away from his gaze, feeling like there was a weight pushing in on you.

When Yixing didn’t speak up, you said the only thing you could think of.

“W-why are you in my apartment...?”

To your surprise, he let out an amused chuckle, his eyes glancing away for a moment as he shook his head, “Sehun’s an acquaintance of mine. I thought that was pretty obvious when he introduced me. Of course, he did introduce me as Yixing and not Lay, so I could see why maybe it would be confusing to you.”

The smirk he gave you was teasing, and your cheeks immediately burned red as your gaze met the floor. You didn’t even know how to reply. Should you apologize? ...That was really the only option your brain could come up with.

“You watch me?” he asked, his voice soft but with a tinge of amusement.

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Obviously you did watch him but you couldn’t bring yourself to verbally admit to it. How could you even admit to that? And right to his face in your kitchen while his and your friends were in the living room.

“You don’t have to panic,” he laughed softly, letting himself lean against your fridge door so his shoulder was resting against it with his arms crossed. “I mean, I’m the one who gets off on stream for everybody to see. I’m already aware that people watch me.”

“Still...” you mumbled, still unable to meet his eyes.

“You’re cute,” he giggled.

That made you look up, your eyes wide. Why did he say that? Literally what part of this made you seem cute to him? Or maybe he was just sadistic and found your embarrassment to be cute. Maybe he was into that. ...Then again, you recalled a stream where-- 

‘Not the time, _____.’

“You wanna know something?” he asked. “I came here on purpose.”

“What?” you blurted, looking absolutely horrified.

Now you were being bullied by a camboy. This was a new low in your life.

He let out a laugh that sounded so genuine, you didn’t think you’d ever heard it in any of his streams. He just looked so happy that you wanted to look at him laugh and hear him laugh forever.

“I swear it wasn’t just to torture you more,” he insisted before he explained, “but you called me Lay and I’d never had that happen before. I vaguely recognized your friend, and he said you were friends with Sehun -- when he was talking about the complaining, I realized it was the same Sehun. Him and my friend, Junmyeon are friends, so I texted Junmyeon and asked if he could do me a favor.”

“A...a favor...?”

“Alright, so maybe it was a little bit to tease you,” he giggled with a shrug. “I just-- You should’ve seen your face when the name slipped out! I don’t know, I guess I felt...intrigued. Why were you so scared anyway?”

“You wouldn’t be horrified if you had to admit to somebody you watched them get off on the internet?” you asked.

“Nah, seems like it would be more their problem than mine.”

“It’s still not at the top of my list of conversations I’d like to have.”

“What would be at the top?” he asked with a playful smirk.

“Not this...” you muttered.

“Yixing?” the other boy poked his head into the room before his face spread into a smile. He looked amused about something but you didn’t know what or why. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Coming,” he nodded as the other boy left. He turned back to you, flashing a dimpled smile. “Come by the cafe tomorrow morning if you can. I’ll make you a drink -- my treat. Bye, _____.”

With a wave, he walked out of your kitchen. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath after his goodbye until you heard the door close and let out a sigh of relief.

Sehun and Jongin entered the kitchen, both looking around curiously.

“You and Yixing-hyung were in here for a while,” Sehun noted.

“Yeah,” Jongin looked at you with a crease between his eyebrows, giving you a questioning look, “did you two know each other?”

You shrugged, mumbling, “Kinda...”

[honkhonkrichard]

Reddie for nine?

9. meeting online auokay sO I changed it a little??? they meet through instagram n theyre both a little ig famous,,, but it still works. Also stan and Richie have patented Best Friend conversations that don’t make sense bc i need more of that in my life. 

Richie eyed the DM with suspicion. Fans DM him all the time with messages ranging anywhere from professing their undying love for him to declaring how they’re going to find where he lives and kill him. 

This wasn’t a fan. This was a very pretty, very cute boy.

Richie was a bit of an Instagram hot shot. So what? He had crazy fans and a small, growing YouTube channel where he posted comedy skits, adventures with his roommate Stan, and satire how to’s. 

So why was EddieBabyK, super-adorable-super-sexy-pretty-soft-boy messaging Richie? 

“Dude just open it.” Stan muttered from his right. “Username says verified anyway.”

“Can-…Can you look him up on yours?” Richie asked, finally tearing his eyes away from his screen.

“Why are you so cracked about this?” Stan frowned. 

“I’m not cracked.” Lie. Richie was so cracked about this. 

“Motherpunk, you’ve been staring- fine. Fine, I’ll look.” Stan growled, starting to type furiously at his phone. 

“Mother fuck?” Richie said playfully.

“And her fucklings.” Stan agreed, then paused, squinting at his screen. he needed glasses. “He’s a model or something.” 

“Come back?”  Richie blinked.

“Like a makeup model- one of those stereotypical gay boys with the velvet shorts and sharp liner.”

Stan frowned at his phone, and then his sharp eyes looked over at Richie. 

“What does the message even say?”

Richie tried not to blush as he looked down to his phone.

EddieBabyK: Hey! I was scrolling thru your page and I wanted to get to know you. I know you’re LA based and I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for a photoshoot while I’m out there this weekend? Most of my shoots with other people are a little scandalous,,,, but I think you’d be perfect for it ;). If you interested, tell me and we’ll arrange a meeting! Thanks!

Richie pursed his lips. “He wants to meet up.”

“And? You should. He’s kinda cute.” Stan admitted. 

Richie gulped a little thinking about it. He was cute. Really cute. Richie had found himself on Eddie’s page before. He had soft, curly hair and intelligent grey eyes. He had a bit of baby faced twink look, but he had toned and muscular arms and legs (he had legs for days, jesus fuck it made Richie’s mouth water hehatedhimselfforitbuthot damn). He was a damn dime. A whole angel and a beauty. 

“I’m gonna.” 

TrashmouthRecords: Hey. I’m in! theres this coffeeshop we could meet at whenever youre here and available. 

The repsonse was almost immediate. 

EddieBabyK: Sure! I’m in LA this weekend, I’ll text you when my plane lands!

“He’s in!” Eddie yelped suddenly, sitting up in his bed and startling Bev in their quiet New York apartment.

“Hell yeah!” Beverly said, even though she clearly had no idea what Eddie was excited for. 

“The cute guy! He wants to meet up!!” Eddie explained excitedly. 

Beverly’s lips curled into a smug grin. “I told you to shoot your shot and look what happened. Boom.” 

Eddie shoved her playfully. “Hush.” he muttered. He knew he was blushing but he didn’t care. Records seemed so fun. He was also sexy as all hell - in a weird, cartoon, sexy rat sort of way. Crooked nose, all freckly and pierced, lots of muscle shirts and big black curls. He had long nimble fingers and these smart, sharp eyes. Eddie couldn’t get enough of him.

“So, does he seem interested? Thrilled maybe?” Bev shook her shoulders a bit in suggestion. 

Eddie frowned a little at the messages. “I don’t know. He seems pretty indifferent to it.” 

Beverly made an urgent yet comical face. “Well, keep talking to him. Flirt a little!”

“What? No. I don’t even know if he’s interested in me.” 

Bev reached over the bed and snatched the phone from him with a triumphant “Well then I will!”

EddieBabyK: Hey Handsome, you know of any good hotels for a baby boy on a budget?

“Nooooooooooo!” Eddie cried, trying to get his phone back as Beverly read out the text. “You’re the worst!! The worst!!’

“He’s typing! He’s typing!” Bev squealed, and the two of them stopped restling to huddle together to read the message as it popped up. 

TrashmouthRecords: You could stay with me lol 

Eddie let out a scream.

-

“He’s not responding! Miscalc! Miscalc! ‘BORT ‘BORT ‘BORT” Stan yelled at Richie, who was typing out a dodging addition to his prior comment. 

“You jerk! Why the fuck would you make me say that!” Richie said.

“I don’t know!” Stan wagged his hands like he did when he was really nervous. “I thought it was funny!”

TrashmouthRecords: the rainbow inn also works its near long beach and its like 75 a night lol

Richie and Stan collasped into the couch in defeat.

“I’m gonna eat you.” Richie groaned.

“My heart hurts.” 

“That’s fear, Stanley.”

Richie felt a buzz in his fingers and glanced down, His eyes widened and he held up his phone like it was a gift from the heavens. Under his breath he chanted oh my go oh my god oh my god

EddieBabyK; I’d prefer to stay at your place ;P

[yeetdam]

Could you ship your mutuals with silverboys/treasure 13? I’m curious 🙀

smh i accidentally closed the tab before i could save it fml but anyway: instead of studying maths and after killing my body with a 45 min workout, i am here to answer this ask that was long overdue thank you anon for being so curious uwu!! also i apologize i might’ve got carried away skjdl and this is not proofread in any shape or form

@yoonbins x yoonbin is the couple that tries to keep it low but everyone knows that they’re a thing imo 💖 mini god kara i’m not trying to call you out but yoonbin would gladly accept that s***** from you anytime úwù skinship in public isn’t really their thing, but if bin is feeling bold, he’d secretly hold her hand under the desk klasjdklajs kara isn’t one to show her emotions a lot but it’s fine bc yoonbin is an attentive guy and just knows how smitten he is for her!!! not really the most romantic couple out there, but when it comes to banter? OOF nobody can beat them what a pure relationship (also, expect long cuddle sessions when it’s just the two of them teehee)

@byounggonsgf x byounggon is the power couple everyone on ygtb tumblr and their MUMS know of and approve of: first of all, visual wise?? GOD TIER. SUPERIOR. YOU WISH. we all know how much of a visual kweenie angel zeen is, and we all know how hot gon is (pls the entire fandom has a crush on him) and the two combined?? YOUR FAVS COULD NEVER (unless your favs are zeen and gon uwu) also, just one glance at zeen’s tags just show how much love she harbors for him and i imagine her to be the type to write stuff abt him in a seperate notebook and when gon finds out, he’ll go all out and arrange some romantic candlelight dinner or shit 💖 in other words, they’re the disgustingly sweet couple you’d see in romance anime uwu

@ggoncafe x byounggon is also a ship i advocate !!! he’d do anything to make ess smile and laugh; it’s one of his fav sights after all - especially that thing that ess does where she scrunches her nose whenever she laughs??? he is SOLD. WHIPPED. IN AWE. i feel like gon can be quite the romantic in his way and would write so many songs abt ess lskjdlkj aside of that, ess strikes me as the type to annoy the shit out of him just for fun LMAO - it’s nothing bad, imagine this: she’d text him in capslock and keyboard smashes just to garner his attention and then, he’d face time her and try to be fed up but in reality? he’s glad she did that? bc that gives him the perfect excuse to see her lkjsdj 

say what you want; okay cool you think the earth is flat fine then but not thinking that @mashilove x byounggon is a cute ship? sis you’re abt to cATcH ThESe HaNDs - uyen radiates something akin to big mom energy: maybe it’s partly bc she’s just as old as gon but her tags to everyone just SCREAM soft protective nature 💖 also i feel like uyen, as great as she is, sometimes deals with huge insecurity issues and gon would try his best to lift up her spirits and convince her that she is a beautiful child of the angels the world doesn’t even deserve!!! we are talking abt gon dedicating 28398309 songs to her and cuddle attacks and soft shit oof

looking back i realize byounggon also has a mf power harem and to finish it off, i also think that @speckofglitter x byounggon is the couple you should be scared of. why scared? bc they’re gonna make you set your standards so impossibly high AND THATS THE TEA 💖 gon picking up tiyi after her lectures at university? every time when he can afford to? which is pretty much every second day? and if he has much free time before he’d make sure to buy some food for tiyi? it doesn’t help that he’s a soundcloud rapper of course everyone’s gonna have high standards! it doesn’t stop there tho; just imagine them trying some couple dances like ellen and Brian hnnngh 

@junkyeu x junkyu is ! so ! pure !!!! junkyu would be so so smitten and so so proud of Linh and he’d take any opportunity to boast abt her. she’s so beautiful? he’d say that to every second stranger they pass by. she’s a multilingual queen? he’d tweet it out several times a day, post it on his snapchat, probably write it on a wall “LINH IS A MULTILINGUAL LEGEND YOUR S/O COULD NEVER 💖“ and so on. he is so damn supportive up to the point where it might be a little excessive to her but she still loves him dearly :’) the harshest thing she might do is prolly insult him lightly in any language he doesn’t understand LMAOOO

1/3 of the seunghun harem ship i support is @kimseunghoney x seunghun ! yet another couple that would flaunt that they’re together but guess what?? everyone is LIVING for it 💖 christina is such a soft fluffball who’s trying her best to get through her exams and seunghun being the supportive (yet needy) boyfriend he is, would partly distract her partly help her?? he’d be the type to randomly come over to her place with the reason of wanting to help her study bc ! good ! grades ! is ! what ! she ! wants ! but then five minutes later, he’d try to get her to take a break and then woo her to a nap bc she’s been working so hard uwu (also, the perfect timing for him to fill up his camera roll full of pics of christina saljdlk)

2/3 of the seunghun harem is @seunghunies x seunghun 💖 now with those two combined,,,, get ready for the skinship and disgustingly domestic and tooth rotten fluff between them uGh [edit: the latter got deleted WHY TUMBLR WHY SMH so starting here is the cont.] seunghun is the type to show off that vale is his up to the point where he might shove it up everyone and their mum's faces jskdk but it's full of love!!! Snapchat? Instagram? Everywhere — he's gonna say how much he loves vale during an ig live or in his story dedicated to vale and vale ONLY 💞🤧 also!!! Restaurant dates!!!! So many!!!! They'd go taste testing in the entire city !!!! And he'd take so many pics of her and the best thing abt the cute shit? Vale plays along!! (At least most of the time teehee) say he'd want her to pose for the camera? She'd gladly do it- unless she's feeling a little sneaky then she'd do anything to mess up the snapshot kajdjdjkdk we love banter 😜💓

3/3 of the harem is @seunghunn x seunghun uwu THE. SOFTEST. COUPLE. IN THE UNIVERSE. mashikyu doesn’t compare anyway, we’ve already established how much of a passionate lover hun is right?? and i peg seunghun the type to crave his s/o’s attention at any time possible so if you ever lay his eyes off him, he’d do anything to win your attention back! perhaps one might say that maddi cherishes her sleep more than our #1 furry king and if she’s particularly stressed, she’s heading straight to her bed and to the one-hour nap she desperately needs. depending on how hun is feeling, he might either a) play the big spoon and nap with her sdjlkjsa or b) be the whiny bitch he is and try to wake her up (ofc only if he’s 100% sure that she wouldnt mind as much as usual) 💖 in case he guessed wrong and woke her up while she’s pissed, he’d make up with some good homecooked food UGH

@moonxlika x hyunsuk is the badass couple who always hype one another up you don’t even KNOW. be it a competition or a game, you can bet that one is cheering for the other - unless they both participate, then it’d be a mixture of “good luck uwu” or “i’m gonna beat your ass just watch me” 💖 they’re the type to bond over their music taste and seriously lika and hyunsuk aren’t afraid to show that they’re a thing it’s so cute kljfl you know that some ppl get embarrassed when their s/o suddenly does a hoe drop or dresses really hot like with chokers or shit? then there are some ppl who get pissed / jealous / idk at least not embarrassed and shy when their s/o does that? neither of them fall into any of those types. say hyunsuk is suddenly out there with a choker and what do i know a mesh shirt? lika strikes me as someone who’d go yES BITCH THAT HOT DUDE RIGHT THERE IS MY BOYFRIEND SEE HIM and say lika pops of on the dance floor, hyunsuk would be like mY GIRLFRIEND HAS SOME MOVES Y’ALL 

whereas lika x suk could be classified as one of the more hard couples on the spectrum, @hyunsukmyass x hyunsuk is the epitome of bubblegum and sugar and (perhaps little) spice (at least that’s what everyone thinks but sshhh) 💖 i feel like in public suk would try hard to have the image of being sim’s edgy boyfriend but little does he know that sim dishes out the truth to all of her friends HDSJKHSKJ like that one time suk admitted his wallet was suffering due to the bouquet of flowers he bought her when sim was feeling low? or the time where he put his pride and sanity aside and took care of her when she was sick even tho it was a given that he’d get infected too? everyone knows and whereas suk is HIGHkey embarrassed to a certain extent, he’d try to find something he can tease sim with!! and then… he finds it... cute shit sim writes abt suk…. or even worse… her fanfics abt celebrity xy and suk has a LOT of fun teasing her with it ksajdkljkl he’d never say anything negative but once in a while he’d go like “so,,, sim,,,, wanna recreate that one scene you wrote in fanfic xy?” or even “hey what do you think if i were a rocker but also super super good at school?” gET READY FOR THE BANTER AND LAUGHTER AND TICKLE FIGHTS THAT FOLLOW SUIT