#hiii insane hour again!! who's asleep

[cherryjuicegf]

He sees her last. After the blood and the gloom and the despair that plagued his sight, after the death and the wails and the pleas that teared at his chest, he sees her last.

Chaos, he thinks, has never looked more serene.

In another place, at another time, it would be beautiful.

Now Yennefer meets his eyes from across the hall and a sudden jolt shakes her whole and she runs, gods, she runs to him with such helplessness and relief that he knows he will welcome the most bruising hug, if it means it will keep her afloat. There is a weeping beauty in sadness, but not for her eyes. Never for her eyes.

As she buries her head in his shoulder, he feels her heart digging a hole in his chest. He holds her tight.

"Thank the gods," she whispers, as though to herself, "thank the gods you're alive."

In another place, at another time, he would make a joke, perhaps about the feeling not being mutual, just to steal a smile and a banter from her lips.

But he has no heart for that now. Not even for that.

He only has a chain clenched tight around his heart and gutting his voice in shame every time he opens his mouth to speak. "Yennefer, I–"

At once, she looks at him. "No words." As though she knows what he would say, as though she knows all he hasn't done, and mourns him anyway. She shakes her head, eyes huge and dark and pleading. "You can't stay here, it's dangerous. You have to go. You have to find Geralt."

"Yennefer, Yen– I know." His fingers dig into her arms and he can't bear to loosen his hold, he can't bear to let her go. Not yet. He smiles, soft. Leans to search for her eyes, for just a moment of peace in their turbulent current. "I just wanted to see my darling witch."

Yennefer stares at him for a moment, shoulders tense. Then, she huffs a laugh. Her expression softens, almost crumbles.

He feels her hands shaking where she holds him and the corners of her lips tremble as though with all the unspoken screams of the sea trapped into a single shell, wailing and weeping and waiting to be heard. He only wishes he had time to put her heart to his ear.

Her voice is quivering as she speaks. "I don't know where Ciri is," she says and it sounds like the complaint of a mother and a child crushed into one, like the world's cruelest crime, the earth's deepest regret, choked in swallowed tears. "I don't know where she is, I don't–"

She doesn't let her face break, as if she knows that when the bottle cracks, there will be no end or beginning, as if she knows he will only have to stay there, and hold her through it. And he cannot stay here between death's teeth.

She can't afford this too.

But he knows terror when he sees it in her eyes, for it is not frequent, and floods them with a different kind of darkness. It breaks his heart.

She looks at him for a moment deeply, in thought. Then she lets out a sharp breath. Quiet, exhausted. "Gods, Jaskier. I'm losing everything all over again. And then," she nods at him from tip to toe and laughs again, as though she finds it absurd, "here you are. Here you always are."

Maybe it sounds painful, because she winces.

Maybe she cannot bear looking at him, maybe in hope it will hurt less if she loses him. But Jaskier doesn't abandon her eyes, only stays there, because their violet melts just like then, just like that other time she was all bereft and scared and he got to see it, and knew. Yet again, a familiar kind of despair.

But, gods. What else could one make out of shared pain, except for love?

A tear flows down her cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb before it shatters. He holds her face. "Hey. You are not in this fight alone." He swallows, voice thick, hand firm as though to caress the love on her skin and right into her. "Not anymore."

Oh, she has been alone for so long. So long that her first instinct is to disbelieve him, doubt him, squint. But it is only for a moment.

Because his thumb is still stroking her cheek clean of stray tears and her brows can only twitch in desperate acceptance as she slowly covers his hand with hers and leans into his touch, closes her eyes. Presses on, as though to memorize the shape of his palm when it's missing, as though asking of him to remember her shape.

Jaskier can't hear her, but feels her own voice in his head as he prays they don't become no more than a memory.

"We'll meet again." She looks at him again and now her voice is steadier.

It makes him smile. He will miss this. Offering a hand for her to lean into every now and then. Watching as she rises again, indelible.

A chuckle, as the curtain threatens to rise. "Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Besides," he speaks softer now, like a lullaby, like a confession, "I could never be done with the likes of you, Yennefer of Vengerberg."

A promise.

And Yennefer smiles, through the tears, and shakes her head. How strange, how comforting. To fight so hard for a purpose, and to know the purpose is willing, at last, to fight back for you.

With a deep sigh, she raises her head. And there she is again. Solid, seething, like a burning hill. "Don't leave Geralt alone."

"You know I won't." Then, pleading. "Be strong."

He knows she will be. It's mostly to remind himself.

Slowly, their hands drop away, and he hopes the warmth of her touch lingers on his hand for a while.

"Be brave," she replies, but she knows too. "I won't be there to save you this time." Jaskier huffs, mostly to hold back tears. "Well, then," she continues, and her voice is suddenly strained in a half-laugh, half-sob, an attempt perhaps, to seal the promise back. "Goodbye. Good luck–"

Only, she can't.

Her voice dies in her throat, and she presses her lips together, in refusal, in grief. Her eyes are wet again.

Jaskier lets out a silent gasp and shakes his head, pulling her close one last time, tighter than before. This is too much. He can't ask for too much. So he only lets her steal some breaths from his chest before he lets her go, and places a kiss on her head.

He feels her holding her breath, or his, as she pulls back and silently looks at him one last time.

And then, like a cord snapping in two, she turns around and walks outside the room. She doesn't look back.

And Jaskier watches numb. Her form disappears behind the walls and he stands wrecked, a sob threatening to rip his throat apart.

Broken, trembling, he smiles at her remaining memory, and decides to seal her promise himself. "Good riddance."

His voice echoes back to him in the empty hall.

[red-flag-kin-tournament]

hiii im the person that submitted asriel :) it actually gets worse 👍

one of the other mods from that kinsdrama blog got accused of an attempted murder. i'm pretty sure the person who accused them of that also called out someone else for being a freak and for pretending to be like 3 or 4 different people.

the kinsdrama blog died after someone hacked them, said hacker was dating one of the yandere bitch club members at some point and was an abuser apparently??? he was also a freak.

i found out about all this old drama THIS year. i was really bored and just wanted to laugh at old funny kin drama so i dug around some old blogs and i ended up falling down an entire insane kinnie drama rabbithole. it was fun 10/10 would do it again.

also the person accused of attempted murder was an enstars kinnie :) i just thought that was worth mentioning :)

if you don't want to answer this ask publicly, it's fine! i just wanted to share more cursed forbidden kin drama knowledge with both of you! have a nice day/night!

im sorry if my wording doesn't make any sense, it's 9 am and i'm about to fall asleep while watching a 6 hours long fnaf video 💀

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES MORE THAN ONE MURDER / ATTEMPTED MURDER LINKED TO THIS.

Anyways, feel free to keep sending us this sort of thing, you shouldve seen me and godot's reaction's lol . have a good night / morning! and link that fnaf video i love listening to longform shit while I draw and im like a few days away from finishing TMA at the rate im going so ill need mopre stuff to listen to :3

[caspersscareschool]

do you have any sanegiyuu hcs 👉👈

no

sanemi gets giyuu a dog just to be a piece of shit and giyuu gets him a cat in retaliation so now they have a dog and cat. their names are daikon and adzuki after the radish and the bean

it takes them forever to get married because of a years-long feud over who gets nezuko as his groomsmaid (she picks sanemi (bribery))

both their reflexes are insanely honed from fighting demons so if one of them sneaks up for a hug from behind like “haha hiii :)”the other will grab him in a chokehold and pin him ruthlessly to the ground on instinct before going “oh it’s just this cunt again -_-”. it takes both of them years to break the habit

giyuu says i love you first but sanemi proposes.

they’re always visiting urokodaki and the kids so travel keeps them both in shape and they also spar, shirtless, often

sanemi takes up gardening and has a special little dogwood bonsai  that’s his favorite

giyuu takes up painting as a way to vent even though he has to relearn how to draw with his left arm from scratch. he has a secret collection of sanemis (sleeping, cooking or gardening with his back turned, etc.) hidden to look at when he’s lonely. he also collects sanemi's eyelashes

it’s so SO easy for giyuu to embarrass sanemi and he does it on purpose constantly while pretending to be clueless

giyuu is genuinely hopeless at cooking and starts kitchen fires on a regular basis which is why sanemi is his personal chef

because of this, giyuu is in charge of cleaning but he’s shit at that too so their house is disgusting most of the time

sometimes, on very sparse occasions, sanemi will just throw himself down a flight of stairs or something, just because giyuu’s really hot when he gets mad/protective. not often on purpose, but sometimes, and it’s a secret he’ll carry to his grave because it’s the only button of giyuu’s he really knows how to push

they first start sharing a bed because giyuu constantly ate in his own bed to the point where it was disgusting and covered in crumbs and sanemi just threw it out

giyuu can fall asleep anywhere in any position BUT sleeps very lightly and wakes up at any slight disturbance. sanemi has insomnia & needs to be wrestled & pinned to bed for hours in order to fall asleep and he wakes up at ass in the morning but also he kicks and snores and mumbles really loud and sometimes sleepwalks and is impossible to wake up so giyuu’s life is basically a nightmare. he sleeps in for 6 hours minimum after sanemi gets up

giyuu doesn’t realize sanemi is trans until after literal years of marriage, being together all the time, sleeping together, bathing together, s*x, etc. “i just never really thought about it”

they melt their old swords down into wedding bands

giyuu gets cold easily after losing his arm and sanemi is naturally clingy so whenever they’re together they are constantly hugging no matter what

they wait until they're 25 before trying for kids to be sure the mark curse is broken and they won't be abandoning anyone. everyone comes over & stays up until midnight on giyuu's birthday

sanemi struggles a lot with memory/coordination/vision after that blow to the head in the sunrise countdown arc which frustrates him to no end because, after years of trying to run from the past, he can't remember a lot of important things like his family members' birthdays, favorite things, their faces, etc. when he's the only one left to remember them. since he can't write, giyuu helps scribe a lot of details when they resurface before he forgets again, which helps put him at ease that these things aren't lost forever

giyuu still relapses into the occasional depressive episode where he can't get out of bed and sanemi is good at knowing the right times to indulge him/bring breakfast in bed/give him a spongebath or whatever and the right times to rip away the blankets/pour water on him/forcefully drag him outside into the sun. usually the latter works better

when sanemi gets pregnant he doesn’t even care he just runs around doing backflips or whatever like usual and giyuu sees no problem with this he's like yep that tracks

their firstborn daughter is named haru bc of the springtime symbolism in the epilogue and how she represents a new chapter of their lives and she is so so loved

they have like 3 bc sanemi wants a million and giyuu is terrified of children even though he actually turns out to be a great dad.

actually they balance each other out really well as parents because sanemi knows SO MUCH about babies and was practically a stand-in parent as a five year old but he tends to be overprotective and smothering while giyuu has never seen a baby up close before and can't change a diaper but he talks to kids like they're equals/just some guy which allows them more autonomy and room to explore. so they make up for what the other lacks

i feel like they’d get bored in retirement and open a dojo or something and then they’d just do that until they died

giyuu is dada sanemi is baba btw

sanemi's memory worsens with age (alzheimer's probably) & on bad days thinks muzan is alive. "wtf tomioka what are you doing in my house" I'm your husband "that's not funny"

[cuddlepilefics]

Hiii I have a request could you write a sickfic where felix drink a milkshake but he's lactose intolerant and Chan takes care of him? Thank you

A trip to the mall  

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: Chan

 Felix POV.:

There was one thing I really loved doing with my friends and that was going to the mall. Back in Australia my friends and I often hung out at the mall after school, mostly just window shopping because we didn’t have that much money. Now that I had a job and some money to spare, I couldn’t wait to go there with my members. Sure, Korean malls were a bit different from Australian ones but I was sure it’d be just as much fun. Sadly, not everyone was as excited as me because there’d also be the risk of being recognized by fans. Though I truly loved Stay, I was hoping to have a relaxed and fun day with my friends, living a normal life like other people my age. To avoid running into people, we all put on masks and hats, hiding as much of our faces as possible. Over breakfast we had decided to split up for most of the time at the mall because smaller groups would draw less attention.

Arriving at the mall, we parted ways. I went with Changbin, while our leader took the two maknaes and Minho teamed up with Hyunjin and Jisung. It wasn’t exactly what I had been looking for when we said we’d go shopping. A group of two was rather boring but who was I to complain, at least we were going out and I was partnered with Changbin. We visited different stores, not buying much but putting together ridiculous outfits for each other and taking a few pictures. I ended up with a pair of sneakers and new shirt, Changbin picked up a new pair of headphones and a leather jacket. It had already been hours since we arrived and I was starting to feel hungry. When I heard my hyung’s stomach imitating whale sounds, I knew he felt the same. Giggling, I poked his arm: “Hyung, should we maybe meet up with the others to have lunch?” – “That’d be awesome, I’m starving over here”, he laughed awkwardly patting his tummy. I pulled out my phone and texted the groupchat, asking for everyone to meet at the food court in about twenty minutes. That’d give them enough time to pay for what they wanted to buy but would keep us from starving as we waited.

Not too long after, I saw Hyunjin running towards us, almost tackling me to the ground. His boy was really doing an awesome job at not drawing attention. From the corners of my eyes I could see Changbin roll his eyes. Minho and Jisung followed in a light jog, panting as they came to a halt next to us. “Hyunjin, how many coffees did you have this morning? I’m too old for this”, Minho gasped. “Aish, you’re finally admitting it hyung”, Jisung teased, receiving a look that clearly stated ‘just wait till we get home’, causing the younger to hide behind Changbin. They were still bickering when the other trio joined us. Judging by the shopping bags, everyone had found at least a few pieces, so our trip already turned out a success. “Guys, as entertaining it is to watch you fight, I’m hungry. Do you really want me to starve on your watch”, I whined, pouting at Chan. Just as I hoped, the leader spoke up: “Alright everyone, decide what you want to eat, so we know whether we need to split up again or not.”

In the end we didn’t split up. Since everyone was looking for something sweet, we agreed on going to a milkshake bar together. I was glad we all stayed together as one big group this time, so I’d really get to spend some time with all of my friends, not only a handful. Chan chose a strawberry milkshake, while I ordered a cookies-and-cream one. It had only been a few minutes since we were all served our shakes, but I had already tried each of them, arguing with Hyunjin because mine was obviously so much better than his. However, there was something I didn’t realize. When I went to drink milkshakes with my friends in Sydney, we always went to a vegan store, so there was no questioning whether the shakes were prepared with plant-based milk. That was really important to me because, what my members didn’t know, was that I was lactose intolerant. Being so used to having vegan milkshakes, I completely forgot to ask for my shake to be made with plant-based milk. I had only about a quarter of my shake left when I felt my stomach rumble. Instinctively, I rested my hand on my stomach, already feeling my abdomen bloating slightly. That reminded me that most milkshakes were, as the name already said, made with milk, something I shouldn’t have. Yeah, I had had to learn that the hard way when I was younger. Realizing my mistake, I pushed the cup towards Chan and claimed I was full already.

 Chan’s POV.:

We finished our shakes and I had to admit how good of an idea it had been to come here. This trip really did make me forget about work and I was able to just have some fun with my dongsaengs. However, for the rest of the day we wanted to stick together as one big group, even if that would draw more attention towards us. It was simply more fun if everyone was together. We walked around taking selfies and just enjoying ourselves. I really wanted a pic with Felix too, that’s when I noticed my fellow Aussie trailing behind. Slowing my pace, I waited for him to catch up to me. “Oi Felix, you’re looking a bit pale there, everything ok?”, I frowned, noticing the small pout forming on his lips. “Hyung, I- I kinda messed up”, he mumbled, hugging his middle with a groan when his stomach cramped, “I’m lactose intolerant.” I froze in my spot, stunned at the new information I only learned about now: “You’re what?” – “Lactose intolerant. That’s why I always only eat one slice of pizza because that’s as much as I can get away, having only a small stomach ache. More than one slice would not end well”, my dongsaeng explained between gritted teeth.

By now the entire group had stopped walking, watching the two of us. “What made you think, having a milkshake was a good idea then? Are you insane?” – “The milkshake bar I always went to in Sydney was vegan, so I forgot about it”, he whimpered doubling over. MY irritation at his careless behavior ease and I gave him a small comforting smile. “It’s ok, Lix. Want me to take you home? The others can continue shopping a bit but I think you’re done for today.” He nodded and I looked up to talk to the other members. “It’s alright hyung, just take care of him”, Minho stated, the rest nodding along, all of them having listened in on the conversation between Felix and me. We bid our goodbyes and I called for a driver while slowly guiding Felix towards the exit. We weren’t really fast, since the younger struggled to walk with the pain in his abdomen but we still had to wait for someone to come pick us up. I made Felix sit on a bench, while we waited. The poor boy was getting paler by the minute. “Lix, what usually happens when you eat dairy?”, I hummed, wanting to know what we were going to deal with. Letting go of his shopping bags, Felix pulled his knees to his chest resting his chin on them: “Always depends how much I eat. My stomach hurts and I get bloated. If I have a lot, it usually only gets better after I throw most of it up but that hasn’t happened in years. Last time that happened, I was still really young and refused to listen to my mom. I secretly ate ice cream back then.” Despite the pain, I could see a small smile on his face at the memory. I shook my head, that really sounded like him, valuing ice cream over anything else.

“How do you feel now?”, I asked after we got settled in the back of the car. He rested his head against the window, replying in a low voice: “Queasy.” Rubbing his shoulder in sympathy, I leaned back in my seat and we spent most of the ride in silence. I thought Felix might have fallen asleep to the soothing motion of the car, when he shot upright in his seat. Starling, I looked over at him and caught a glance at his greyish lips before he clamped his hands over them. My dongsaeng’s face had drained of all color and I cursed, knowing what was going to come next. In a rush I shoved his new shirt and the shoebox into my shopping bag, holding the now empty plastic bag under his chin. Felix removed his hand from his mouth, holding the bag closer to his face with both hands. Since he was holding the bag himself, I settled for rubbing his back as a retch tore from his throat. I could feel the younger’s spine rippled as he bent over further. He coughed, which was soon followed by a splashing noise, making me cringe in sympathy. I rolled down the windows and tucked the younger’s hair behind his ears. If he kept growing it, he’d soon look like Hyunjin. Another harsh gag tore me from my thoughts and whispered words of encouragement as I continued to rub Felix’ back. Being close friends with him, I knew just how much the younger despised throwing up.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Felix lifted his head from the shopping bag and took the bag in one hand. He used the other hand to wipe at the tears, dotting his eyelashes. With his sleeve, he dried the sweat on coating his forehead and rested his head against the car seat. I searched through my backpack in hopes of having some water and maybe tissues with me asking: “Better?” When I looked back at my friend, saw him shake his head, just as ashy pale as before. His stomach rumbled and he squeezed his eyes shut before losing the battle against his stomach and diving back into the bag. “Aish, that sucks, mate”, I commented patting the younger’s back as he choked up two more waves of his milkshake. Before sitting back up and clearing his throat: “Think I’m done now.” I handed him some water and he first rinsed his mouth, taking a few careful sips afterwards. The color was slowly returning to his face and I carded my fingers through his sweaty bangs as he rested his head on my shoulder, exhausted from the ordeal. We made it through the rest of the ride okay. Felix didn’t get sick anymore but held onto the half-filled shopping bag just in case.

When the car pulled up to the dorm building, I thanked and apologized to the driver before helping Felix get out. The boy was still a bit unsteady on his feet and the arm he wrapped protectively around his middle told me he was still in pain. We walked past a trashcan on the sidewalk and Felix tied the sickbag closed, disposing of it. He had been quiet the entire time and I had just assumed he was exhausted but when he crossed the building’s entrance hall, he suddenly dashed from my side. Making it to a bin at one of the walls just in time, my dongsaeng braced his hand against the wall heaving. There wasn’t much more for him to bring up though and after retching up a small trickle, he was reduced to dry heaves. I supported his side to prevent him from toppling over. “Lixxie, you’re empty. There’s nothing left, the entire shake is out now”, I soothed but he just shook his head retching again. Sighing, I rubbed his back till he had calmed down and caught his breath. “Do you think it’s safe to move yet? It’s not that much further to our dorm” – “Mhm, I think most of it is out now anyways”, Felix rasped lowly, holding onto my arm for support as we made our way to the elevator.

I quickly typed in the code, letting us into the apartment. We kicked off our shoes and I left my backpack and shopping bag with our new clothes in the hallway. “Hyung, I’ll just sit in the bathroom for a bit longer. Still feel meh”, the young Aussie admitted and I patted his shoulder promising: “I’ll keep you company in a second, yeah? I’ll just make some tea to settle your stomach.” As promised, I soon joined my dongsaeng, offering him tea and a clean shirt, taking a seat on the bathtub. Luckily, he didn’t throw up again. We sat in silence, with Felix slowly sipping his tea before he spoke up: “Sorry, I’m usually better at avoiding situations like this. I’m not as irresponsible as you think.” – “It’s ok, Lix. I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I would have just hoped you’d tell us about these kinds of things”, I sighed, “Did you at least have fun before that?” He beamed up at me, showing that kind of smile that could make anyone’s day a thousand times better: “It was amazing actually. We really need to do these things more often when the schedule allows it. I really missed being just a boy hanging out with my friends.” – “We will, we just need to watch out what we choose for lunch in the future”, I smiled, glad that everything was fine in the end.

[mgicislnd]

by the fire

request: Hiii can you maybe do a fireplace/camp fire with friends fluff with yeonjun where he confess his love for you and then a lil makeout session or something? ?

- you and your group of friends had spent the past month planning for a camping trip to help you all relieve stress

- and the day had finally come, you were all in a van driving out to a nice campsite you found online

- you had fallen asleep on the ride, only to wake up to a beautiful nature setting that greatly contrasted the urban environment you had grown accustomed to

- after setting up the three tents that were packed, you had to decide who would sleep in each

- a group of rock, paper, scissors determined the three pairs that would share tents

- much to your delight, you were in a tent with your closest friend of the group, yeonjun

- everyone went off on your own ways after unpacking the rest of the van

- a few hours had passed and everyone gathered once again to have a campfire under the stars

- food was cooked, conversations were held, you could feel the weight of your stress lifting off your shoulders

- as it grew later, you watched as everyone turned in for the night one by one

- until it was just you and yeonjun, sitting by the fire that was still burning bright

- although neither of you spoke, you enjoyed the comfortable silence

- but something about the way yeonjun kept fidgeting in his spot on the ground told you that it wasn’t so comfortable for him

- “what’s wrong?” you asked, making the boy hyperaware of his mannerisms

- “a-ah nothing,” he laughed in a way that was far too unnatural for you to not notice

- unbeknownst to you, he was reciting his confession over and over in his head waiting for just the right moment

- “well, it’s obviously something if you’re acting like that, junnie,” the way his nickname rolled off your tongue drove him that much closer to insanity, in the best way possible

- “it’s just that, i think i like you. no, i know i like you. i really like you, like a lot,” the confession was nothing like he had planned

- in his head, he was much more confident, so why were his hands so clammy and his face the color of a tomato?

- “babyyyy, don’t be embarrassed,” you teased the boy with a pout, “i like you too.”

- before he could even start to process what you had just said, you were coming closer to him

- maybe in any other situation, he would have complained that you were too close and needed to learn the definition of personal space

- but the way your skin glowed under the light of the fire, and the way you looked at him, only gave him an irresistible urge to kiss you

- and from the way you eyes kept falling to his lips, he could tell that you shared the same urge

- you brought yourself only a few centimeters from the boy and when he gives you a nod, you kiss him

- with the confidence that finally built up in him, yeonjun pulled you on top of his lap and easily took control

- the way his lips moved perfectly against yours was nothing short of addicting, you never wanted it to end

- neither of you broke the kiss until you had run out of breath

- you pressed your forehead to yeonjun’s, the corners of your mouth pulling into a bright smile that the boy could never get enough of

- he returned the smile and pressed one more passionate kiss to your lips

- “i think i forgot m—,” beomgyu peeked out of his tent, startling the two of you

- “uh, nevermind, i must have been mistaken, go back to whatever you were doing,” the poor boy rambled, zipping up the tent as quickly as he unzipped it

- the two of you shared a chuckle and carried on with your business just like beomgyu suggested

[smile-always-bitch]

Who Knew?

Request:  Anon- So I have been absolutely head over heels for like a year now for this guy who I've been friends with for a while and he's never thought of me that way and I literally have to like, be a ~pal~ and give him dating advice and such and I just feel really down about it can I just get a fluffy tyler imagine that's like... maybe where the reader doesn't think he likes them but he actually does...? Thank

@alphaash99  Hiii. I love your blog so much. I was wondering if you could do one of Tyler confessing he likes the reader accidentally on a live stream with the reader sitting right next to him. I love everything you do ❤💙💚 thank you!!

Work Count: 3975

A/N: Sorry that it took so long for these!

“Y/N!”

I felt a tug at my stomach when Amy called my name. They were in the middle their monthly livestream which just so happened to be my very first livestream. I had been on a couple of Mark’s videos but only small parts. Even so, this was being seen by thousands of people. Live. Just the thought made me want to blow chunks. I arrived at the house a few minutes ago and saw that they had already started so I went into the kitchen to ‘get a drink.’ In reality I was just putting off going on camera for as long as possible.

 “Y/N, hurry up! We’re about to answer questions and a lot of people have question for you!”

Another wave of nausea passed over me, this one even more violent because that last voice came from Tyler. Tyler Nathaniel Scheid, AKA the guy I have been crushing on for over three months. When I first met him I thought he was absolutely beautiful, but that was just externally. Since then, however, I’ve realized that his beauty reached his interior as well. 

“Y/N, GODDAMMIT GET IN HERE!”

“SHUT UP MARK I’M COMING!”

After one last long breath, I made my way towards the main room where the whole gang was crowded around the camera. I saw a space on the couch in between Ethan and Tyler, but as soon as Tyler looked back at me with that stupid smile on his face, my nerves got the best of me and I pulled up another chair to sit behind the couch. His smile faltered for a second but he soon recovered and looked back to his phone to find some questions to answer. 

“Ooh, here’s one for Y/N,” Oh god Mark, please, no, “are you a cat person or a dog person?”

“Oh.” That wasn’t nearly as horrible as I was expecting. “Dog person, obviously.” Just as I said that, Chica came over to me and jumps into my lap, making me laugh and rub my hands through her fur.

 “Obviously.” They all laughed and continued with the questions. As we went through several of them, I realized that this wasn’t going to be nearly as terrifying as I expected it would.

“Tyler, here’s one directed specifically to you.”Ethan wiggled his eyebrows at Tyler.  At the moment it was just them and me. Amy and Kathryn went out to get us some food and Mark was somewhere else in the house, looking for something for the stream. We had been answering questions for about a half an hour but I’ve been pretty quiet, mainly because I was falling asleep, so it was basically just Ethan and Tyler answering questions right now. 

“Okay, what is it, and why are you being weird?”

“It’s just part of my personality, don’t judge me.” Tyler rolled his eyes. “Hey Tyler, do you have a crush?” He started to wiggle his eyebrows again as Tyler blushed. This question got my attention and I slowly lifted my head off of the back of the couch to see the interaction. Tyler scoffed and waved his hand in dismissal.

“Pft, no of course not.” The mixture of hesitance in his voice and the blood that was rushing to his cheeks made it pretty obvious that he was lying. 

“You totally do! You’re such a liar!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh, you like Y/N, just admit it!”

It got insanely quiet, and I was afraid they could hear the not so small gasp that escaped my lips. They must not have, though, because Tyler slightly nodded his head and Ethan’s smile got wide. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open as I stared at the back of Tyler’s head. They were about to answer another question when Tyler looked at the chat and saw that everyone was freaking out about his confession, especially because it was right in front of me. 

“Shit.”

“What?” Ethan looked at the chat and then flung his head back to me. “SHIT.”

“Y/N, holy shit, I completely forgot you were still here, I thought you went with Amy and Kathryn to get the food, holy shit I can’t believe I just did that.” His words were jumbled and I had trouble keeping up but once I got over the initial shock, I shook my head and started smiling. 

“Tyler shut up. I like you too, don’t worry.” It was the easiest, smoothest, and luckiest I had ever been while confessing my feelings to someone, and I couldn’t be more thankful for Tyler’s misfortune. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you felt the same way though.” While we were having our conversation, Ethan was looking back and forth between us with a huge smile on his face. Tyler looked at his and punched his arm.

“Shut up Ethan.”

“That was so freaking cute, ohmygod and it happened live!”

Realization hit me that I just confessed my feelings to my crush on  the livestream and nausea hit me once more.

“Oh god I just did that on the livestream.”

“What did you do on the livestream?”

“MARK YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED.”

“ETHAN SHUT UP I WILL KILL YOU I SWEAR TO GOD.”

“TYLER WHY DO YOU WANT TO KILL MY FUN.”

“SOMEONE PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED.”

I shoved my face in my hands as Tyler chased Ethan around the room while Mark screamed in distress in the doorway. Who knew that the livestream would be so eventful?