#ily adam ♡♡♡

[doomednarrative]

adam stanheight for the chara asks!!

First impression:

Damn he literally did not deserve any of this get him out of that bathroom!

Impression now:

Whenever I think about tragic characters Adam is THEE guy who comes to mind. He's so beloved to me I literally cannot watch the end of Saw without at least tearing up over him and seeing him on the big screen for Saw 20th was an insane experience that I will carry with me for years to come honestly. One of my favorites of ever from any media in existance

Favorite moment:

The photographs reveal and him reluctantly giving Lawrence the pic of Allison and Diana are tied for favorite tbh. Giving Lawrence the pic hurts me so bad because he was clearly trying to avoid upsetting Lawrence more and Immediately feels bad for it afterwards. And the photos reveal is like he finally pulls his own mask off about how low he can get and how serious he can be and theres something about how much he drags Lawrence for filth during all of that that always gets me.

Idea for a story:

All of my Saw fic ideas take place in Tibby and I's long spanning Jigsquad au but one that I'd like to attempt someday maybe would be to turn one of our rp threads into a story for it, which was about Adam and Lawrence driving home from a particularly shitty dinner with Lawrence's family where he tried to introduce them to Adam and it went Badly. The conversation they have on the way home from that was really fun to write with Tibby tho.

Unpopular opinion:

People make Adam too soft sooo much and it Does piss me off. He can have vulnerable traumatized moments without losing his angry edge I will stand by this forever.

Favorite relationship:

Him and Lawrence of course if we're talking about ships. But platonically Adam and Amanda and what they could/could have been mean everything to meeee

Favorite headcanon:

I don't think I ever actually posted the art here actually but for Tibby's birthday last year I drew a picture of Adam with his cat from Jigsquad named Bastard and that remains my favorite headcanon that he picked this awful as hell cat out of the trash and spoils the shit out of her much to everyone elses dismay. Here's the art of them :)

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝟐'𝐬, jump then fall au!

au masterlist! masterlist!

♡ ─ word count | 1.9k

♡ ─ summary | a week into cece being the fantilli's official nanny, paloma is going through the terrible two tantrums and adam doesn't know how to deal with it.

♡ ─ warnings | unedited, fluff, anxiety, toddler tantrums (ofc), mentions of being tired, idk ?? nothing else!

♡ ─ taglist | @literatureluster @itsnotgray (fill in form in my navigation in you are interested!)

♡ ─ ev's notes | aaaaa this series is finally in full swing, i am so excited. ALSOOO PLEASE SEND IN ANY THOUGHTS U HAVE WITH THIS AU, i love when yall have your own little headcanons it literally makes my day. also, how would u guys like this to be formatted? like chapters or like.. something else??? idk but anyways, ily u all and enjoy this fic!!!!!

Adam rambled on nervously about Paloma's snack for about the fifth time as Cece followed him into the kitchen, nodding along to every word he was saying. She knew he was nervous to leave Paloma alone so she tried her best to seem interested even though he's repeated the same thing for what seemed like the millionth time.

As Adam rambled on, he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, an embarrassed flush creeping onto his cheeks. He realized he had been repeating himself, and Cece had been patiently listening the whole time.

"Sorry," he chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I'm just a bit on edge with leaving Paloma alone. I want everything to be perfect for her."

Cece shook her head in understanding, "No don't even apologize! I appreciate it, I do tend to forget about stuff. And I get it, the first time is always the hardest."

Adam sighed, feeling grateful for her understanding. "Thanks, Cece. I know I can be a bit... overprotective sometimes."

"It's a good quality, especially when it comes to being a dad," she replied warmly. "I get it, I go crazy for my little brother. I'm pretty sure I would commit a crime for him," you joked playfully.

Adam chuckled, the tension in the room easing as he appreciated Cece's sense of humor. "Yeah, me too. Paloma is my world, and I'd do anything to make sure she's safe and happy."

Cece smiled warmly, a genuine warmth in her eyes. "I can tell you're a great dad, Adam. Paloma is lucky to have you." Her smile carried her feelings and she saw herself in Adam as he talked about Paloma. She was the same with her brother and her little nephew and niece.

His expression softened, and he returned the smile. "Thanks, Cece. That means a lot."

Comfort silence filled the kitchen before Adam got a phone call and cursed under his breath, "Shit, I'm late."

Cece watched as Adam's expression shifted from one of warmth to a sudden realization that he was running late. She could sense the urgency in his voice as he cursed softly.

"I gotta get going but call me if anything happens. And if I don't answer, call Luca or mom. Oh, you don't have my mom's number, let me give it to you in case-"

Cece let out a soft laugh as she put a hand on his shoulder in comfort, "It's fine, Adam. Don't worry I'm sure I'll get a hold of you, alright? Just relax and get to your meeting in one piece."

He took a breath and then laughed along with her, even though there was still some anxiety running through his veins. He nodded, "Alright, sorry about that, you're right." This was part of the process, it would be okay.

"Don't apologize, you're okay." Cece still had an understanding expression on her face as Adam took another deep breath before walking to the door and taking his keys.

"Alright, I'll see you in a couple hours. Paloma's sleeping right now but you remember-" He saw her expression and then let out an anxious sigh before nodding. "You got it?"

"I got it, boss." You joked playfully as he smiled. "Bye,"

"Bye." He took one more look around his apartment before leaving the apartment.

As Adam left for his meeting, Cece stood in the doorway, watching him until he disappeared from view. She then turned her attention back to the apartment, a newfound sense of responsibility settling in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to check on Paloma, who was still peacefully sleeping in her room.

The apartment was quiet, save for the gentle sounds of Paloma's breathing. Cece couldn't help but smile as she looked down at the sleeping toddler.

──

A FEW WEEKS LATER

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Adam walked into the apartment after a long and grueling practice, his body feeling the weight of exhaustion. The familiar scent of home welcomed him as he closed the door behind him. He let out a sigh of relief, glad to be back in the comfort of his own space.

He entered the living room, he noticed the soft glow of dimmed lights and the sound of gentle music playing in the background. It was a scene he had grown accustomed to since Cece had become a part of their lives.

He made his way to the kitchen, where he found Cece cleaning Paloma's dishes. She looked up and smiled warmly when she saw him. "Hey, Adam. How was practice?"

She could tell he was tired, he has been for the entirety of the week. She respected how hard he worked at practice and how he still had energy for Paloma, even after an exhausting practice.

Adam stretched his tired muscles and replied, "Long and exhausting, per usual, but it's done. How's Paloma?"

Cece's smile widened. "She's been an sweetheart. We played and watched a Barbie movie, had dinner, now she's asleep in bed."

Adam felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had been anxious about leaving Paloma in someone else's care, but seeing how well Cece was handling everything put his mind at ease. Right as he was about to respond, the familiar cry of Paloma rang through the apartment.

Cece, out of habit, immediately dropped the dishes into the sink and walked out of the kitchen before Adam spoke, "Cece, it's fine. Let me go see what's up."

"Oh, alright-"

This had been a problem for the past week, Paloma throwing tantrums right after being put to sleep. Adam had tried everything he could think of to soothe her, but nothing seemed to work.

He made his way to Paloma's bedroom and found her sitting up in her crib, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked softly as he lifted her into his arms.

Paloma clung to him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt as she continued to cry.

Adam's heart broke at his daughter's cries. He held her close and whispered soothingly, "It's okay, Paloma. Daddy's here, and you're okay." His arms were sore from practice but he couldn't get himself to leave her as she continued to cry loudly.

He gently rocked her back and forth, his heart aching as he tried to comfort her. Paloma's cries gradually subsided, and she nestled against his chest, her breathing slowly evening out. He didn't want to put her back in the crib because he didn't want to her wake up again and cry, so he stayed like that for a few seconds even if he was exhausted.

Cece walked in quietly and Adam put his finger on his finger to singal to be quiet. Paloma made a soft noise and Adam let out a sigh of exhaustion but to his surprise, she didn't start crying again as she saw Cece.

Instead, she sat up in Adam's arms and reached out to Cece, making a soft, wanting sound. Cece couldn't help but let out a laugh, her heart warmed by the sight of Paloma's tiny outstretched arms.

Adam slowly gave Paloma to Cece and she immediately held onto her, putting her head on her shoulder and her eyes immediately shut.

Adam watched with a mixture of relief and admiration as Paloma snuggled into Cece's arms, her cries now fully replaced by contentment. He had been worried about leaving her alone with the Cece, but this moment reassured him that he had made the right choice.

Cece held Paloma gently, her heart melting at the trust Paloma was placing in her. She swayed softly, creating a soothing rhythm that seemed to lull Paloma back into a peaceful slumber.

Adam couldn't help but smile at the sight. His daughter was finally finding comfort and security in the presence of another person. He made a gesture to the door to silently say he was going to leave and Cece gave him a sweet smile and a thumbs up with her free hand. As he left the room, his heart swelled at the new memory. He felt himself get used to Cece and Paloma together, it was a new welcome sight.

After he took a shower, he walked into the kitchen and he heard Paloma's bedroom door open quietly and then he turned to see Cece. She caught his gaze and smiled before walking up to him.

Adam felt comfortable as he saw Cece approaching him from the hallway. There was something comforting about her presence, something that put him at ease. He couldn't help but return her smile with a warm one of his own.

"Hey," she greeted softly, her voice carrying a sense of warmth and ease. "Paloma is back to sleep. I think she just needed a little reassurance."

"Good, I'm glad. Hopefully she sleeps the whole night." Adam sighed and he still sounded tired after his shower. You couldn't help but feel bad for him, you knew how much sports and a career could take a toll on a person. She couldn't even imagine on top of all of that, having a toddler to take care of. "And thanks, Cece. You're great with her."

She waved off his gratitude. "It's my pleasure, Adam. I enjoy spending time with her, she's such a sweet girl and she makes my job so much easier."

He nodded in agreement as he listened to her compliment. "She can be handful sometimes, but she's the best thing that's ever happened to me." There was a softness in his eyes as he spoke about his daughter, a deep love that was evident in every word.

Cece smiled warmly, her heart warmed by the genuine affection Adam had for Paloma. "It's clear how much you love her, Adam. It's beautiful to see."

Adam's gaze met hers, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down as they shared a silent connection. There was something about Cece that drew him in, something he couldn't quite put into words. He immediately internally yelled at himself, he couldn't ─ not with his nanny.

He cleared his throat, breaking the momentary silence. "Well, I'm glad you're here," he admitted, his eyes still fixed on her. "It's nice to have some company too."

Cece's smile brightened, and she took a step closer to him. "I'm here whenever you need me, Adam. For both of you." Her eyes widened as Adam looked back at her and she suddenly felt self-conscious. "Like, in a friend way. Of course," she laughed nervously.

Adam couldn't help but notice the sudden shift in Cece's demeanor, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly at her nervous laughter. He appreciated the clarification, even though part of him was tempted to explore where that unspoken connection might lead to.

"Of course, Cece," he replied with a warm smile. "Well, you're my first official friend in Ohio. Well, other than the team."

She returned the smile, "I'm honored, Adam." She laughed at that and he joined in a second later. The laughter filled the kitchen before she felt her phone buzz in her pocket.

"Oh shoot, I gotta get going. I have to pick up my friend,"

"No problem, Cece," Adam replied, his smile still lingering. "Thanks for taking care of Paloma tonight. And get home safe, text me when you get home." He wanted to self-palm himself after that one but Cece just smiled warmly at that, making all the anxiety melt away.

"I will, thank you. See you Monday," Cece replied, her warm smile making Adam's heart skip a beat. She waved goodbye before leaving, leaving Adam alone in the kitchen with a new sense of warmth and connection he hadn't felt in a while.

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[ambrozjas]

hi! ur blog is so adorable. i was wondering if it wouldnt be any trouble to request any and all of ur romantic two-bit headcanons xD

two-bit romantic hc’s ꨄ︎

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

two-bit is literally so underrated??? like where are all the edits and fics of him, huh???

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of alcohol and hangovers, a few curse words

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

❥ soooo let’s get started !!

❥ starting off, i feel like TWO-BIT would be a very fun lover, the type of fun where he’ll pull you out of bed at night and go drunkenly roaming around the streets of tulsa with you (being careful not get in the crossfire of any socs)

❥ would honestly fall in love with your laugh and i am very adamant about this

❥ would steal stuff for you, in the book it says how he’s known for stealing but i feel like everybody breezes past that??

❥ calls you the goofiest shit ever. like, at first before he’s gotten to know you, he’ll holler at you calling you “pretty thing”. but when you guys are actually together, he be calling you babycakes n shit 😭

❥ super annoying about saying ily. if you even MUTTER it, and he hears, he’ll be teasing you all day long trying to get you to say it again

❥ the type of guy who’ll dance out of nowhere with you. no music, no rhythm, no beat. just two people in love

❥ diner dates????? SHARING A MILKSHAKE?? DOES ANYBODY UNDERSTAND MY VISION HERE??

❥ when he takes you to meet his sister, if you love n care for her enough too?? god, he will hear wedding bells.

❥ most of the time acts like a baby when a really bad hangover hits. usually ends up with him curled over the toilet and you rubbing his back.

❥ not afraid to hit a bitch if they talk wrong bout you, he will not tolerate this “babycakes” slander

❥ cracks jokes and immediately looks to you to spot you laughing, and oh god that laugh is just like music to him

❥ does the thing where he gives you super wet kisses on your face and gets butthurt if you wipe them off

❥ pda’s an eh. he won’t full on make out with you but maybe an arm slung over your shoulder and a kiss

❥ and.. the pickup lines.. are horrible..

“you an orphanage? ‘cause i wanna give you some kids.”

“what th’fuck, keith.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ but seriously, two-bit is like way too underrated. i barely see anything for him 💔

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[arcielee]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

- @lovelykhaleesiii ily very much 💓

Thank you Hel, my love 💜

When it rains. I love gray days and heavy clouds, a constant drizzle or downpour, whatever tucks the sun away.

My dog. He is so weird and I wouldn't change anything about him.

Writing. Both reading and writing for very therapeutic growing up and I was certain it would be something I did in my professional life. Instead, I took a long reprieve but returning to it is one of the best feelings, especially with the writing community it has involved me in now 💜 (You included amongst my talented Tumblr kindred spirits.)

Pumpkin pie. For one birthday, my mother asked what I wanted for dessert, I was very adamant about it being pumpkin pie. She was hesitant since a lot of kids expect and want cake, but my could not be changed. We have a picture of all the kids sitting and looking miserable with their slices of pumpkin pie, and even though my expression looks somber, I was ecstatic on the inside.

My SO. They came and showed me that I could be loved just as I am, and it is the best feeling.

[twinsfawn]

happy birthday! you're one of my favorite blogs on here and i admire you so much. hope the rest of your day goes well.

thank you adam ily!!! ♡

[lilanxiousramennoodle]

ILY ♡

you’re fixing the mistakes of those who came before you

of those who surround us now

helping me fix all the wounds

all the pain

you know exactly what to say

you know exactly when to say it

you make my heavy heart seem so light

or maybe you’re just that strong

you help me lift it off the ground

help me dust it off and put it back together

how could anyone not like you?

your giant heart

capable of so much love

your kind smile

capable of fixing even the worst of days

your selfless personality

capable of doing so much for everyone around you

your warm embrace

capable of melting my cold heart

everything about you

and there’s more to love everyday

how we ended up here

well that, no one knows

but i’m so glad we did

i wouldn’t want it any other way

there’s no one else i’d rather be with

no one else i’d rather share every song with

no one else i’d rather go nowhere with

no one else i’d rather tell everything to

no one else i’d rather do anything with

no one else i’d rather have by my side

it’s you

and only you

i choose you

i choose to love you

it’s the easiest choice i’ve ever made

to love you

i love you

more than you will ever know

♡

Context/Story for the Poem

i am in a queerplatonic relationship and on valentine’s day we give each other gifts. this year my partner gave me an amazing gift (it made me cry) and after a few weeks of worrying about them and our relationship this gift really helped ease some of that anxiety. and then i started thinking about all the reasons i love them and all they do for me and just how amazing they are. therefore, this poem was born.

Other songs to accompany this poem:

[bobatealie-archived]

i care + i asked + smile about it + stay glad + you rose up + nice job + you're doing great + you're good + have a good day

HWKJDJSJ i explode /pos

[evermxre-a]

Merry Christmas, it's Adam and Ben ♡♡

[kemakoshume]

Okay first off, congrats on 350 followers! You deserve that and much, much more babe <3

Now I absolutely loved the last Asahi fic you wrote for me (I reread it so often you have no idea lol), and I'm here to make another request if you feel like doing it! I don't know if you write for Aone but he's my current obsession haha. So I was thinking a drabble for him or Asahi if you don't write Aone, reacting to reader making a move and initiating sex for the first time? (Also chubby reader would definitely be a bonus!)

No pressure to do this of course, but thank you if you do! Either way I'm gonna be stalking watching to see what sorts of drabbles and headcanons you end up writing to celebrate your milestone!

𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐱 – [tl;dr – making the first move and initiating sex with Asahi] ~ ❀ஐ〰

a/n; hi sweet pea! i hope you're feeling better :') tytyty for the request! i'll write it for asahi because i dont really read anything about aone & i didnt rly click with him in the show so im afraid i'll make him super OOC by accident lmao. also, this prompt came at the BEST time. i just got done watching this video from best dressed aka ashley and im in the biggest "first time" mood. ily for this ♡

warnings; virgin reader (cause why not, let's go wild), first time, chubby fem reader (as per usual), reader kind of having a late bloomer sexual awakening "hey sex sounds fun actually" sorta thing. masturbation, titty suckin, lots of praise, etc.

(￣ω￣;) me: "yeah i'll do drabbles" also me: [3772] words ~

The relatively short time you've spent dating Asahi Azumane have been the best few months of your life. He was sweet, and thoughtful, and he knew how to make you laugh. He was achingly handsome and you could swear you saw literal stars in his eyes. But lately, after six whole months of knowing how to act, your hormones now refuse to cooperate.

Have you always gotten warm at the sight of his biceps stretching the cotton sleeves of his t-shirts like that? Has the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he drinks his water always made you squirm in your seat? Have you always felt this flushed and warm under your collar when he brushes the tips of his fingers against your thighs?

Now, you weren't blind. His long brown hair, structured jaw, and lean build had always been things that you noticed. The way he kissed you made you feel butterflies and you wanted to choke him out of love every time you saw him smile but fuck.

You knew you were later to the "sex sounds fun" party bus that most of your peers had long since been riding, but Asahi knew that. He was content with your kisses and the way that you cuddled and he never pushed you past your limits. But now, on this random Tuesday afternoon in the breezy warmth of the September season, the limit no longer seems to exist.

"Hey babe," you whispered, peeking over the rim of your tea mug to look at your man on the floor.

"Yeah?" he said, turning his full attention to you, placing his pencil down on his sketchpad like he wasn't just fully engrossed in whatever new piece he may have envisioned in his mind.

His pretty brown eyes were looking up at yours through his cute little wire-rimmed reading glasses, and fuck, you're a goner. Is it possible to be so horny that you think you'll die? Because you're pretty sure you'll collapse right now if he looks at you that way one more goddamn time.

"Uh, I... can you come up here for a sec?"

You felt your pulse racing against the smooth skin of your wrists and in the junction of your neck. Was now really the right time? Before your evening lecture and right after he had just been over to collect sweets from his Nan? Had you discussed this enough? What if he was secretly just not interested and that's why he had never made a move? What if he only enjoyed looking at you under the blanket of clothing you wore most of the time? Would he even like the way that you looked naked? Was he-

"Hey," he whispered, disrupting your thoughts, "you okay baby? What's on your mind?"

Now, there was probably a more eloquent way to say this. Anything would have been better than the words you chose. Still, you'd never seen Asahi's sweet doe eyes grow larger than when you blurted out the words "I think I'm ready to fuck."

If the big man upstairs had an earthling remote with a pause button on it, then he'd just pressed Asahi's.

"Uh, I, what?" he stammered, "Well, no, not "what." Not like it's a bad thing. I just, you, are you sure? We haven't talked about it in a while and I know you're not waiting for marriage or anything but you, I mean we, you... you never really seemed to be rushing and I didn't ever want to push you. Are you bringing this up now because of something I said, or did? Did I make you feel pressured honey? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I mean, I didn't know that I-"

"Babe," you interrupted, a sweet giggle escaping your lips, "okay, now you're the one who needs to chill out."

You crawl across the short length of your bed to where he's sitting near the end. Normally, you'd just sit beside him like a good, virtuous, wholesome girlfriend, but today... wholesome no more.

"Asahi," you whisper, climbing into his lap to straddle his waist, "I said what I said. I want you to fuck me. I don't feel pressured, not at all. I'm just... realizing how badly I wanna show you my love in a different way. In a way that we haven't tried yet."

You drape your arms around his shoulders, sliding your hand up the nape of his neck to gently scratch at the sensitive nerves there. You lean in for a kiss and hum into his mouth as he reciprocates your affection. You let your tongue explore his mouth and really feel the kisses for the first time. Your lips linger on his for a moment longer than you normally would before pulling away, and soon you find your body swaying a bit with his as you both start to get into the sensations.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" you question, breaking the kiss for a moment to place your forehead against his, looking into his eyes, "Tell me what you want."

He groans, closing his eyes shut as if he needed to collect himself for a moment. His hands tightened their grip on the meat of your ass and your hips a bit before he relaxed them, running them underneath the fabric of your shirt to trace his hands up your spine.

You've never been so happy that you weren't wearing a bra.

"I wanna make you feel good," he whispered, like the words would shatter the air in your room if he said them too loudly, "I wanna... I don't know, make love to you. Fuck. I just, I want to go at your pace. So, if you're ready to try this with me then I want to. You're in control here. So... you tell me what you want."

You pondered the thought for a moment as you leaned back in to exchange heated kisses.

If you were being honest, most of your sexual knowledge stemmed from three things: your friends' hoe tales, sex educators on social media, and the rare occasion that you watched amateur porn online. They all preached and showed plenty of visual examples that knowing yourself before knowing someone else would help a lot the first time, and you could confidently say you knew your own body pretty well even though your drive to have sex with others had never been this high.

So, having that in mind, you said, "I think you should watch me touch myself. So you know what I like, yanno? Then you can join if you want, maybe?"

Asahi was lucky he wasn't ice cream because the boy would be a puddle of sweet cream on the hardwood right now if he was.

"Oh my god," he said, his voice gruffer than you'd ever heard it before, "You gonna touch yourself for me? Show me how you do it when you're alone?"

"Mhm," you mewled, arching your back so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest, "If that's okay."

You can feel him growing harder already, his confined length forming a bulge against your ass. You moved your hips experimentally, delighted by the little gasp that spills out from his mouth. You can feel how slippery wet you're becoming just from his kisses.

"No, of course, yeah. It's okay. So, where do you start?" he questioned, tracing figure eights on the side of your thighs with his fingertips, "Do you play with these?"

He brought up his hands to cup your breasts, massaging them, and running his thumbs across your nipples, hard and sensitive even through the barrier of your t-shirt.

You nodded your head yes. Kissing him again to distract from the growing desire to moan as he touched you.

"Don't be scared to make noise baby," he said, placing kisses followed by shallow bites across the underside of your jaw, "Tell me what you do when I'm not there to take care of you. I can't learn unless you teach me."

You whimpered, absentmindedly grinding yourself harder against him.

"You like pinching them a little?"

You nodded, doing so yourself through the fabric to show him that you liked it.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, pulling gently at the hem of your shirt.

You tensed, only for a moment. The nerves were there, of course they were, but this man loved you, and you knew that. So you said fuck 'em, and let the love of your life help rid you of the top half of your clothing.

"So pretty baby," he said, kissing down your neck towards your breasts, "I can feel how fast your heart is beating. You nervous?"

"A little," you admitted, a soft whimper quickly followed when he kissed the puffy little bud, "Not too much though. I'm more excited, I think, than anything else."

You could feel him smiling against your skin.

"That's good baby. Do you wanna get more comfortable?"

You nodded, sliding yourself off of his lap. You crawled up the length of your bed, adjusting your body so that you were laying propped up on your little legion of pillows stacked up against the headboard.

"Take this off," you said, motioning to Asahi's shirt, " ‘s not fair that I'm basically naked and you're still dressed."

He did as he was told, standing up to remove the offending piece of fabric, all but throwing it down on the floor. This exposed his well-conditioned (former) athlete’s body. His muscles had softened a bit as he’d grown away from the sport and embraced the comfort that came with a loving relationship; the lines of his toned abs were less defined, the cut of the “v” around his waist wasn’t as deep, and his stomach dommed like yours when you ate. He was sweet and soft and god you would never get over how much you love him.

“Wait,” you said, making your partner stop his descent back onto your bed, “Take your boxers off too. But like… put your sweats back on afterward.”

He chuckled, quirking his head to the side a little before agreeing, standing back up to do as he was told.

“Any special reason why you want me to do this?”

You sucked your teeth, looking away from him to glance at the wall in lieu of looking at his face. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit to yourself at the thought dancing around in your brain. How could you possibly explain that dicks were still very… interesting to look at for you. They just weren’t… well.

Dicks just weren’t exactly pretty to look at, alright?

Though, to be fair, you had felt his before, multiple times. During the occasional intense makeout session on the floor of your room or while you sat in his lap while you watched movies, but you’d still never seen it. So, seeing it first through his sweatpants, fully hard and free within the loose fabric instead of confined within his boxer briefs may be a good transition.

“I just... I want seeing it to be a surprise for later, kinda.”

He laughed, a pretty sound coming from his belly that forced him to squint his eyes and show you all his pearly white teeth.

“Okay, I’ve never heard that one before in my limited years of sexual experience but alright. Whatever makes you comfortable baby.”

He leaned down to grab your chin between his thumb and index finger, placing a flurry of kisses against your lips before basically sprinting into your attached bathroom.

It only took him ten or so seconds to remove his sweats, then his underwear. You did however hear what curiously sounded like him tripping over himself to get said sweatpants back on.

“You okay in there?” you giggled, trying and failing not to see the humor in his little flub.

“Oh, yeah I’m great,” he said, coming out of the bathroom with his sweatpants hanging even lower on his hips.

He leaned against the doorframe trying to play off the little blunder. His hair was thick and silky, cascading down the hard planes of muscle around his upper arms and the meat of his full pecks. You could see the outline of his cock clearly now, the length hard and thick and just long enough to reach down past the top of his thigh beneath the relaxed fit of the fabric. If you weren’t already, you were undoubtedly aware of how turned on your little impromptu suggestion had made him now.

I mean, to be fair, who doesn’t get excited about the prospect of getting their dick wet for the first time with someone new? Especially when that “someone new” was with their sweet, untouched, perfect bombshell of a girlfriend. He couldn’t help but be hard like that for you, at the mere idea of getting the chance to finally fuck you.

“God you’re pretty honey,” you said, the words slipping from your lips without any thought behind them.

He smiled, climbing back onto your bed to sit in front of you, laying his chin on your propped-up legs and wrapping his arm around your thighs.

“You’re prettier baby. Quite literally the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I bet you’re pretty all over,” he said, grabbing your knees to pull them apart a little, butterflying your legs, “Especially right here.”

He tentatively ran a finger down your clothed sex, dipping the digit into the warm slick dampened fabric. You had worn a pair of thin cotton shorts, sans underwear, so the barrier between you was tantalizingly useless.

“Feels nice,” you said, your voice soft and breathy as his finger softly mapped out your folds.

He chuckled a bit, hooking his finger through the patch of fabric covering your most intimate parts.

“Show me how to make it feel even better.”

You nodded, bringing one hand up to your chest to caress your breast, while you let the other rest on the warm skin of your plump lower belly.

“‘S’really sensitive here,” you said, rolling one hard nipple between your fingers, “Sometimes I suck them myself when I’m alone. I can’t really cum without something stimulating them.”

“Oh wow, my pretty baby’s so delicate,” he said, kissing at the skin of your inner leg, “You look like you’re gonna fall apart already angel.”

You moaned at his praise, the warmth building beneath your flushed skin surging as you felt his lips touch a part of you that he’d never touched before.

“I’m not,” you said, though your tone did betray you a bit, “It just feels good. I’m not there yet.”

“Oh?” he said, quirking an eyebrow up, “Then what do you do next?”

You met his eyes, looking at you like he’d eat you whole if you let him and you'd hardly even done anything yet. It was too intense, too intimate, so you looked at the ceiling instead as you lifted your hips a bit, letting Asahi help you slide your little sleeping shorts off of your body, exposing your slippery wet pussy to the cool air of your bedroom.

You lowered your hand from your belly down to the small patch of hair above your cunt, tentatively applying pressure to your outer labia before letting your fingers slip into your own wetness. Asahi kept his hand wrapped firmly around your inner thigh, just below where your fingers were starting to work in tight little patterns on your clit.

You were practically dripping all over your sheets, knowing he was watching you get yourself off like this. Could he tell that you liked the rhythm of three circle patterns and then up and down? Was he looking at how much you were leaking? Could he see how hard you were trying not to stare at his face?

“God you’re fucking amazing,” he said, sucking on his own bottom lip as he stared at your sex, and blinking slowly like a little tomcat relaxed and satisfied after a long day of successful hunting.

You felt a rush of heat go up your spine at the praise. His sweet words scratched an itch inside your brain that you never fully realized was there. Then suddenly, he moved.

“Need to touch you,” he groaned climbing up the length of the bed in one long stride.

He came up to hover his body above yours, leaving room between your tummy and his so that your hand had room to continue moving.

“Can I kiss you right here baby?” he asked, lowering his head to put his face a few centimeters away from your nipple.

His breath was ragged and heavy, blowing warm air on the hard bud just beneath his lips.

“Please,” you whined, grinding yourself harder against your fingers.

He kissed you, pinching your nipple lightly before he took it into his mouth, sucking on it like it’d give him the elixir of life if he just kept pleasuring you.

“Fuck, Asahi. Fingers too, please,” you moaned, the warmth swirling in your belly building but lacking something… extra.

He looked up at you, searching your face to make sure you meant it. When you nodded at him gently, angling your arm to rub against his length as well, he obliged. He bypassed your own hand, going lower until his fingers were pressing up against your slit. He pressed in, started with one. The intrusion wasn’t as shocking as you thought it might be, since you had done the same to yourself many times before.

However, there was one stark difference. His fingers were markedly bigger than yours, and the stretch was delicious in how different his fingers felt from your own. He rubbed along your inner walls at a matching rhythm as your own digits, pumping and dragging his fingers around until he found the little spongy button that made your vision go blurry.

“Oh, there. There, there, there,” you cried, circling your hips to move with his fingers and yours.

The noises you were making were intoxicating. You could feel how hard he was against your belly, his swollen length throbbing incessantly against the fabric of his pants. When you moaned, deep and long as you let all the air in your lungs run out, his cock twitched so hard you feared he might cum before you could even get him inside of you for the first time.

That in and of itself was its own form of praise.

“Baby,” you moaned, feeling that lightning crackling across the sensitive nerves in your clit begin to reach a fever pitch, “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum? Please?”

He groaned, nodding against your chest with your nipple still sat snuggly against his tongue.

So you did, letting the wave of pleasure crash over you like a typhoon. You arched your body against him, rubbing against his length as well as it was trapped between your bodies.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your skin, feeling you clench around his fingers, “Next time I’m making you cum with my mouth.”

He came up to kiss you again, removing his fingers in one smooth motion as he did so.

“In me,” you muttered between kisses, “I need you in me Asahi.”

He groaned into your mouth, physically shaking a bit at your words.

“God, angel, I wanna feel you so bad. I want you to scream out my name and scratch my back and cum on my cock so hard you forget how to talk,” he said, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed at your cheeks, “But, you can say no at any point. If it hurts, if it’s too overwhelming, whatever. Okay? You can say no and we can, shit, we can just watch movies all night, fuck your night lecture. Or, we can go to a restaurant, or… or.”

“Or nothing,” you interrupted, bringing up your hands to hold his face to soothe what was obviously a bit of anxiety, “You’re gonna fuck me and I’m gonna love it, and we can do whatever else sounds good afterward. I’m not going to my class whether we end up ordering pizza or fucking all night either way though. I’ve decided already.”

He chuckled, his smile stretching across his face as he looked down at you underneath him.

“Sounds like a plan then babygirl,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose, “Ready for that surprise now?”

He made his eyebrows jump a bit, a smirk curling up the corner of his lip. You couldn’t help but giggle, nodding your head as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You grabbed a pillow to support your neck while Asahi grabbed another as he sat back on his heels.

He slid the pillow underneath your butt, grabbing you by wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you down so that your butt was on the edge of the pillow, but your back was supported.

You looked down to where he was palming himself through his sweats, a wet spot from where he’d been leaking precum straining the fabric. He made staggered eye contact with you as he pulled down the waistband of his pants, letting his cock spring free from the confining apparel.

So, his dick was beautiful, actually.

Well, as pretty as a dick could realistically be.

“Woah.”

He looked up at you with a hesitant smile on his face as he maintained a loose grip on the base.

“Good woah, or bad woah?”

You couldn’t stop staring at it. It was a decent length and noticeably thick, but not too much. The color of his skin there matched the rest of his body, albeit maybe a shade or so lighter, and his hair was groomed well, like the rest of him. It was flushed a gorgeous shade of red, and his balls looked heavy and full, ready to fuck you open the way you’d somehow never fully imagined before this moment.

“Definitely a good woah,” you said with a smile present on your face.

He reached down to the floor to grab his wallet, grabbing a condom out from the pristine leather pouch. He rolled it on before coming up the bed to balance himself above you again. You could feel him resting on top of your sex. His cock was heavy and warm and leaking within the latex barrier.

“Ready angel?” he asked, kissing below your ear.

“Ready.”

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐴 𝑄𝑈𝐼𝐶𝐾 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐸 | 𝑗𝑗. 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

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❥⋆｡˚𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 | “i promise i’ll be quick— well that part actually depends on you j. will you be able cum quick enough before they come back? i really sure hope so” ��.

❥⋆｡˚ 𝑃𝐴𝐼𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 | jj x fem!reader

❥⋆｡˚ 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇 | 796 *short and sweet“

❥⋆｡˚ 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 | 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯!𝗷𝗷, 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝘇, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁?

➪ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : omg ik is been like 83838373 years since i last posted a jj fic. im so excited for season two of obx and i can’t wait for more content on our fave pogues. also whats up with me & short fics? anyways i really hope y’all like this, ily enjoy <3

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“jj, lemme’ just help you out” you whispered in jj’s ear as you palmed and rubbed him over through the sudden tightness of his shorts softly, basking in the way he groans in reply to your touch and your voice.

“baby, that sounds so fuckin’ good right now but the rest will be back soon” but little did jj know he was contradicting his own just spoken words by feeding into your touches, simultaneously grinding his hips up into your hand. you shake your head side to side, a little smile curling at your lips as you stare at the already blissed out look on his pretty face; your other hand just itching to run through his blond locks.

“i promise i’ll be quick— well that part actually depends on you j. will you be able cum quick enough before they come back? i really sure hope so”

jj groaned, a grin playing on his lips as he eyed you intensely. “how can i come when you’re just sitting ere’ talking? i advise you to get to it or stop teasing babygirl” you giggled a little “fine” while rolling your eyes. your hands quickly going at his shorts to unbutton them and pull them down his legs along with his boxers, then moving yourself in front on him on the floor, positioning yourself on your knees.

you were able to make out the little whine jj erupted when your hands finally made contact with the skin on raging shaft, moaning a little louder when you move to his red tip that was oozing his pre contents. “i wanna hear you, baby” you pouted, your tongue darting out of your mouth to kitten lick at his tip before going around the base of him.

“please p-put it in y/n....” god, hearing the way your man pleading for you in that deep, almost whiny tone made your body swim laps in heavy desire and arousal. how could you deny him? with a obedient nod of your head you took him fully into your mouth, managing to keep him sheltered halfway into your throat. “i feel like i could just bust right now, fuck”

moving a heavy hand onto the crown of your head, jj softly guided your head to help you before letting his hand rest in your hair once you had caught a good rhythm. playing with the strands as he grunted. “yeah yeah that’s it, take me just like that pretty girl. god, you’re doing so good...” his encouraging words boosting your movements on his cock tremendously, your head bopping down on him faster as you jerked him off. you could tell he’s close by the way his thighs twitched a little from both sides of your head.

“like this?” you ask him with doe eyes as you come up from him with a loud pop, your hand never stopping its fast motions. “justtt like that” jj drawls quietly, throwing his head back against the couch pillows. his adams apple bobbing as he kept gulping, the feeling of your warm mouth enclosing on him making him— almost literally explode.

“shit, i’m close don’t stop baby” and you listened, instead of sucking at his cock you went down to his tight balls to pull one into your mouth. knowing this will make him lose it and cum quicker, making sure to swipe your thumb across his red tip as you suckle at him. at this point jj eyes had rolled back into his head as he let the little whimpers escape him, indicating you he was coming. the lewd keens and groans only getting louder when he started to paint your beautiful face with his contents, his hand coming down to try and move you away from him as you kept sucking and jerking him off. the way you were milking him started to overstimulate him as you made sure to get every drop.

“you’re such a little shit— fuckk” jj had cut off his own sentence when you suddenly gave him one last little lick at his tip just to clean him up, making sure to give him a little kiss at his slit when you finished; making jj breathlessly chuckle, his arm resting over his face as he tried to catch his breath from the high he just received.

you giggled at his expression, your thumb swiping at your bottom lip teasingly before popping it into your mouth to momentarily suckle on it before letting it go. jj watched you from under his arm, sigh leaving him as he shook his head from side to side. “im so convinced you’re gonna kill me one day”

“well, we’ll both be dead when we get killed by john b if we don’t clean up right now”

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i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!)

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pairing :: lee donghyuck x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 5,163 words warnings :: none playlist :: make you mine (public) ⋆ starlight (taeyeon feat. dean) ⋆ magic (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ beautiful feeling (day6) ⋆ feelings (lauv) author’s note :: happy birthday to the sun himself! this wasn’t supposed to be a series, but i got inspired to write one for each of the other dreamies after writing his, so thank you, king!!!! ily sunshine ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Being a YouTuber was never in your career plans. However, during your first year of college, after four consecutive vodka shots with your suitemates enthusiastically encouraging you in the background, you had drunkenly recorded yourself on your cracked iPhone, painting a rendition of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam on the back of your ripped jean jacket. It was a close up of the famous almost finger touch, and obviously, it couldn’t fully compete against the fresco on the Sistine Chapel, but it came out good. Or at least, that’s what you assumed people thought from the 60,000 likes you received on the video that you had no recollection of uploading the night before.

Out of curiosity, you decided to record a second video with you tipsily painting Van Gogh’s Starry Night on the back pockets of your mom jeans. And then you did a third video, then a fourth, then fifth, and so on and so on until your channel exponentially grew, amassing a whopping 1.6 million subscribers on ShowMeTheMonet. Not bad for a girl who almost face planted the other day because she tripped on her own shoelace while running to her Ethics in Finance class (Or as you like to call it, How to Get Away with Fraud on Wall Street).

Your channel expanded out from only drunk painting videos to fashion lookbooks, thrift shopping hauls, casual tours of your apartment, and even a few daily vlogs that more often than not ended with you ranting about the latest Criminal Minds cliffhanger. You also indulged in the occasional Q&A video where you answered inquiries left in the comments or tweeted at you. And every time you announced a new Q&A, it never failed to bring in the same, glaring question from hundreds of viewers everyday.

Are you and Donghyuck dating?

Lee Donghyuck: your best friend, partner in crime, and number one source for free hoodies, even though that comes with a side of dramatic complaints from the devil himself. He could also be (sometimes affectionately) referred to as “pain in the ass” and “demon spawn.” He casually made an appearance in one of your vlogs one time and ever since then, the cursed question frequently popped up every hundred or so comments.

When one of the most liked comments on your videos suggested the “My Boyfriend Does My Makeup” challenge—which not only served as a big reminder of how single you are—you bribed Donghyuck with three boxes of Girl Scouts’ thin mints to do the challenge with you instead (That’s also how you discovered he is surprisingly very good at makeup until he decided to smear blue eyeshadow everywhere to make you into an avatar). In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have done that because that apparently only fueled the speculations that you and your best friend are harboring a secret relationship where the two of you are passionately in love with each other, like some ridiculous pair of star-crossed lovers.

One time, Jaemin started reading aloud a fan fiction story he had found written about the two of you, and that was probably the only time you’d ever seen Donghyuck willingly shut up and turn so red that he nearly rivaled Mars. You’re just eternally grateful that Jaemin never discovered the smut side of fan fictions on that fateful day. You would never be able to live that down.

“I can’t believe I’m forced to help you out again,” moans Donghyuck, pulling out the lighting set from your closet and dragging it out towards the setup.

You’re about to film your next video, finally finding inspiration from TikTok of all things. Your subscribers had mentioned the video platform multiple times in their comments, often asking whether you’ll create an account or complete some of the various spreading challenges. You’ll never admit it to anyone, but after googling what the renegade was, you spent two hours trying to record the dance in your bathroom and ended up banging your arm against the counter (You told Donghyuck you got the bruise from falling out of bed, which you decided was a much less embarrassing reason than the truth).

Downloading that phone application was probably simultaneously the best and worst decision of your life. It led to a downward spiral of watching videos in the same position on your bed for the next four hours. And from that extremely productive use of time, you discovered two very important things: one, you think Donghyuck would look really hot as an e-boy and two, there’s an interesting challenge going around that involves kissing and your best friend.

“For reasons I don’t understand, my subscribers like you. And you like getting attention, so it’s a win-win situation. I don’t see the issue.” You fiddle with the tripod, angling the camera towards the bed where Donghyuck will sit as you apply his makeup.

“What can I say? I’m in popular demand,” he says, completely ignoring the little jab you made about him. You motion for him to sit on the edge of the bed in order to make sure you properly have him in frame later. “Wow, it’s like you’re pimping me out to your viewers.”

“Please, Hyuck, have some self awareness. No one would pay for your services,” you retort, raising up the tripod before securing it and double checking twice. Last time you filmed a video, you failed to properly lock the device and experienced a very unpleasant mini heart attack when your camera came crashing down.

“Tell that to BigMatt85 who dm’ed me about a very lucrative sugar baby offer the other night. What’s your counter offer for my appearance in your video?” He wriggles his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes. You make your way to the bathroom, quickly emerging with your makeup bag and setting it aside for the video next to the shopping bag holding the e-boy-esque outfit the two of you bought earlier.

“The attention you’re always craving.”

“That’s a terrible offer. As my appointed best friend, you’re obligated to pay attention to me,” he says, and you scoff, hiding a smile that threatens to appear when Donghyuck pouts at you. You reach out and poke his cheek, which makes him jut out his bottom lip even further.

“Cute,” you mutter absentmindedly, preoccupied with the camera functions and failing to notice the way your best friend perks up immediately at your offhand compliment. He positively glows at that single word with the darkest hue of pink dusting his cheeks and quickly looks the other way to hide his flustered expression, unable to reply with any witty quip for once.

“Okay, we’re ready to go,” you announce, fiddling with the record button. “I’m gonna start the recording right… now.”

Immediately after clicking the red button, you nimbly slip in front of the camera, seating yourself next to Donghyuck on the bed comfortably. You start with your usual introduction, your best friend chiming in to introduce himself as well, before you explain the premise of today’s video.

“So today, I’ll be turning Hyuck into an e-boy!” you finish off, followed by your best friend giving a half hearted hurray. You give him the side eye, and he puts in an extra 20% of effort into the second attempt. Internally judging him still, you plaster on a smile nonetheless. It’ll have to do for now.

You keep the other half of the video’s purpose a secret. That’s a main part of the challenge anyway: the element of surprise. You’re supposed to catch your best friend off guard with a quick peck on the lips. And okay, so maybe this entire video is pretty self-indulgent, but Donghyuck would never agree to let you dress him as an e-boy for fun nor would you ever have the guts to confess to him in a normal setting. The challenge provides you a safety net. If he rejects you, you can laugh it off and say it was for the video before drowning your sorrows in the two pints of Ben and Jerry’s Everything But The… you have in your freezer after he leaves.

“Okay, we’re starting with these stick-on nail polish strips,” you announce to the camera, holding up the packet of simple black nail polish. “I bought them off of Amazon for around $15, and I’ll be linking them in the description below.”

Nail polish strips are much quicker than regular nail polish, which is great because you highly doubt your best friend would be down for sitting there for forty minutes as you paint each one again. The last time you tried that, he proceeded to smear hot pink onto your comforter when he begrudgingly agreed to be your test subject as you tried out various shades. You still haven’t been able to wash that out and highly suspect he did that on purpose (He still swears on his innocence).

“So you’re telling me, you could’ve used these on me last time, instead of forcing me to sit around for an hour and wait for them to dry?” He watches you warily as you apply the first one onto his thumb. You hold down on it for thirty seconds before moving onto his index finger.

“Yes.”

“Then why the f—heck did you use the polish instead?” His eyes burn holes into the top of your head, and you pretend not to notice, continuing to position the next strip onto his finger.

“So that you’d sit still and not steal all my hot Cheetos when we were watching Tangled,” you casually answer, and he lets out a scandalized gasp, glowering at you.

“I’m glad I wiped my hand on your comforter.”

Your head immediately whips up at his careless confession. You shoot him a steely glare, abandoning the half applied strip, and the flimsy piece is left to dangle sadly. “I knew it! I knew you did that on purpose!”

“No, it was really an accident, but I don’t regret it anymore.” He wiggles his fingers at you with a smirk, and you grab them, squeezing a lot harder than you should and fixing the strip you were working on previously. He whines, shaking your hand off, and you begrudgingly loosen your grip.

“You’re the devil incarnate,” you mutter, and he merely throws a shit-eating grin in your direction before sticking his tongue out. Closing your eyes momentarily, you silently remind yourself that you’re on camera and therefore, there is going to be video evidence if you strangle your best friend.

“Maybe Renjun will let me star in one of his videos then,” he says, and you have to hold back an ugly guffaw. Renjun would rather move into the Sallie House and get possessed by the demonic goatman than let Donghyuck actually be in his Dream Unsolved videos. It’s a miracle that he even tolerates your best friend as his cameraman, but perhaps that’s mostly because no one else is willing (read: stupid enough) to travel to haunted places for the fun of it.

You soon get the hang of it, applying the following strips in a quicker fashion, as Donghyuck talks about the latest video he helped film for Dream Unsolved. Renjun and his partner had actually gone to meet with a priest who counseled them on approaching entities. Apparently, Father Kun said specifically not to interact with demons and gave them some holy water to take to the Bellaire House. Donghyuck even pulls up a picture he secretly snapped of a cranky Renjun with his holy water gun and holster outside of the haunted location (You’re ultimately forced to take five as you laugh so hard until you have tears in your eyes).

“Alright, these are done,” you say, applying the last strip onto his pinky, and he examines them, waving his fingers around before pulling several dramatic poses with them towards the camera.

“So how do I look?” he asks, batting his eyelashes at you as he strikes another pose, but this time directed at you. You chuckle, leaning over and flicking his forehead. “Like a pain in the ass.”

He whines, rubbing the reddening spot on his forehead before nudging your leg. “But I’m your pain in the ass.”

You hide a smile. “Unfortunately.”

The next step is changing his hair, so you turn to grab the canister of purple hair chalk spray and disposable gloves off your desk along with the folded towel next to it.  Showing it to the camera, you do a close-up of the bottle, making sure to capture the label of it properly. You also promise to link it in the description below.

“This isn’t permanent, right?” He stares at the hairspray in your hand before he throws the towel around his shoulders and closes his eyes.

“Nah, you’ll only look like a shriveled grape until you take a shower,” you say, taking a seat next to him, and he blindly reaches out and pinches you in retaliation. You quickly swat his hand away with a yelp. He laughs, lips curled into a pretty smile that you admire for a few seconds before snapping out of it. You start to spray it onto each strand, making sure to cover parts of his face with your hand to avoid any spray from getting into his eyes.

It doesn’t take long to dry, and soon, you’re finished. You stand up to put away the spray and peel off the gloves, tossing them in the trashcan before admiring his new hair. “Okay, I’m done.”

He opens his eyes, reaching up to pat his hair lightly before pulling and twisting at the strands to see its new color. You reach out and grab his hand, tugging it away. “You’re gonna remove the color if you keep doing that!”

You drop his hand before going to stand between his legs. You carefully arrange the strands again as they curl and tangle a bit at the ends. Your shirt rides up an inch as you reach over to fix his hair, showing a sliver of your skin, and Donghyuck averts his eyes, cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. He briefly wonders if you’re doing this on purpose to torture him and thanks the heavens when you finally pull back and give him a bright smile with a thumbs up. Any second longer, he would’ve combusted on the spot.

He has spoken too soon. Sitting down next to him once more, you have your makeup bag in your lap, thigh pressed against his, and he freezes for a moment, all too aware of the close proximity between you two. Pulling out your black pencil eyeliner, you uncap it before turning to the camera with a smile.

“Next, I’m gonna be putting some of my eyeliner and blush on Hyuck, and I’ll link the products I use in the description below!”

You lean forward, gently grasping your best friend’s chin and turning the right side of his face towards you. He inaudibly gulps, hyper fixated on the fact that you’re touching his face. Your face is mere millimeters away from his, he can feel the warmth emanating from you, and he‘s pretty sure his cheeks are on fire now.

“So uh, how long is this gonna take? How much longer?” he asks, desperately hoping that you don’t notice his nervousness and plastering a bored expression on his face. He really doesn’t know how long he can sit this close to you before his heart explodes.

You wrinkle your nose at him. “We literally just started. You’re lucky I’m not trying an e-girl look on you because that makeup would take longer.”

Carefully lining his eyes with the pencil and smudging it slightly, you lean back to examine the makeup’s evenness on both eyes. Noting that one eye needs more around the outer edge, you lean forward again before noticing the way his leg bounces up and down. You press your hand down on his thigh lightly, and his breath hitches in his throat. He doesn’t remember how to breathe anymore. This is it. He’s going to pass out because you touched his leg. This is literally so embarrassing, get a grip, he scolds himself. He feels like he reverted to his prepubescent 11-year-old self when he was paired with his crush for mandatory square dancing and he finally got to hold her hand.

“Hey, stop shaking your leg or I might accidentally poke your eye out.” You frown at him, and he stiffly nods. You remove your hand, and he lets out the biggest exhale until you’re moving closer again. Like you’re practically in his lap type of close. Once again, he has to force himself to breathe.

“Okay, done, next is blush.”

You examine his face before tilting your head to the side and furrowing your eyebrows. Holding the blush palette and brush in one hand, you carefully pull his face closer to you again until he can count every single long eyelash framing your pretty eyes and see the tip of your tongue sticking out in concentration. His eyes flicker down to your mouth for a split second before he looks away. He wants to tuck the stray strand of your hair behind your ear so badly, but then he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reaching out and tugging you closer to kiss you. Cheeks darkening at that thought, he shoves his hands under his thighs, sitting on them and effectively stopping himself from acting upon his fantasies.

“Actually, you’re already really red already, Hyuck.”

“Perfect, then I’ll just change into the outfit we bought earlier,” he says hastily, standing up and grabbing the shopping bag next to the bed. He makes a beeline for the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet slam.

“Wait, I didn’t show our haul to— ah, forget it, I’ll record it later.” You scooch back onto the bed, crossing your legs and leaning back to press the palms of your hands into the comforter. Your mind wanders back to the moment before, replaying the way Donghyuck looked at you mere seconds ago. Your cheeks grow warm, as do the tips of your ears, when you remember the way he gazed so intensely at you and how his eyes darted down to your lips for a fraction of a second. And of course, it’s a known fact that wearing eyeliner makes any person ten times more attractive, especially your best friend when he was looking at you like that. You let out a strangled noise, flopping back and grabbing a pillow to cover your face, smothering the tiny scream you let out (You make a mental note to edit out your tiny meltdown some other day).

“Okay, prepare to be blown away,” Donghyuck calls out loudly from behind the bathroom door. As you desperately try to calm your escalating heart rate, you spring up from the bed, settling on the edge of it once more, and hear your best friend whistle at himself. “Damn, I could be on the cover of Vogue.”

“Oh my god, shut up, Hyuck,” you groan, crossing your arms over your chest and silently praying for the heat on your cheeks to die down. When you hear another catcall from the bathroom, you manage to muster up the most deadpan expression at the camera like you’re Dwight Schrute. It’s times like this when you wonder why you’re in love with this cocky dumbass.

“Cover your eyes!” He screams from behind the door. You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you before complying to his demand. “Are they covered?”

“Yes, so come out!” You yell back, hands placed over your eyes that are already squeezed shut. Your ears faintly register the sounds of the door opening and feet lightly padding across the wooden floorboards before it’s quiet.

Donghyuck stares at you, your eyes still closed and covered. He wonders when he started feeling nervous about what you thought of him. Of course, he always valued your opinion before, but this feels different. His stomach flip flops as his mind runs in overdrive, emerging with hundreds of doubting thoughts. Suddenly, he regrets the false bravado he made a show of putting on earlier. What if you don’t like it? Heart racing, he chews on his lower lip, contemplating for another few seconds before gathering the courage to call for your attention.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

You quickly pull your hands away from your face, eyes immediately darting to his figure and widening in surprise. Dressed in tastefully ripped black jeans that accent his long legs perfectly along with a black and white striped shirt layered underneath one of those popular Thrasher shirts, he also put on a few silver necklaces, rings, fake ear piercings, and Doc Marten boots. His hair is slightly mussed, a few violet strands curling here and there.

You were completely right.

He absolutely kills the e-boy look.

Your best friend is fucking attractive as hell.

Gaping in shock, you honestly don't know what to do with yourself. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can only gawk at him in complete awe, incapable of saying anything. In that moment, you recall that part in Tangled when Flynn Ryder stares at Rapunzel in the boat when she’s surrounded by all the lanterns. First of all, you have definitely seen the light, and his name is Lee Donghyuck in e-boy fashion. And secondly, if your best friend is Rapunzel, then you’re the perfect reenactment of Flynn right now, except you’re pretty sure you more closely resemble a fish with your mouth hanging like this.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, and he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks uncharacteristically shy, a small smile on his face with his front teeth barely peeking out. It’s endearing and you’re a little perplexed at his reaction, but are still too preoccupied at ogling his new look.

“Is that a good ‘holy shit’?” He tilts his head in your direction, and you furiously nod, cheeks growing warm as the words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

“Yeah, you look stunning.”

Almost immediately, that all too familiar cocky expression spreads across his face. He leans back slightly and slips one hand into his jean pocket, smirking and poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You feel your heart speed up a little in your chest.

“Hell yeah, I look stunning.” He grows smug, and your cheeks burn even more when your words are repeated back to you by your best friend. Averting your eyes, you turn towards the camera in front of you and angle it at Donghyuck, still absolutely flustered and stumbling over your words.

“Uh, I—um, I need some shots of you in the full outfit.”

Eyes sparkling, your best friend easily complies to your request, posing for a few shots naturally before slowly turning around full circle. Your heart entirely wrenches and your breath catches in your throat because he really is so pretty. Donghyuck truly is the whole package, you realize with a start as you quietly admire him behind the lens. He keeps up with your bantering and jokes, stays up with you to binge watch Scooby-Doo on Netflix, and even makes you pancakes in the morning if he’s feeling particularly generous after a sleepover the night before. He’s smart, funny, talented, and kind, plus he’s willing to eat all the discarded pretzels in your bag of Chex Mix. Seriously, where else can you find someone like this? The Big Man Upstairs really didn’t skimp out on anything when he made your best friend.

With a jolt in your heart, you realize that this is it. It’s time. It’s the perfect moment to initiate the second challenge, and butterflies erupt in your stomach while your hands grow sweaty at the mere thought of kissing your best friend. With the blood rushing to your cheeks, you wipe your palms on your pants and straighten up from your position behind the camera before nervously making your way over to your best friend in a few steps.

Your best friend raises an eyebrow at you, the confusion clear in his eyes, and you clear your throat before outstretching your hand and pretending to fix his hair. “This part was sticking out a bit.”

You count to five in your mind as your heart ricochets in your chest before you allow your fingers to trail down to his cheek, lingering there for a few moments before. Hesitating at first, you finally pluck up the courage to meet his eyes with yours. With a sharp inhale, you see that your best friend is already staring back at you with the softest expression on his face, lips parted slightly and eyes glimmering, almost as if he’s waiting for you, beckoning for you to take the leap.

And you do.

Eyes fluttering shut, you tentatively press your lips against his. Donghyuck stiffens for a moment before relaxing, kissing you back eagerly and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer, and your other hand lands on his chest and curls around the fabric of his shirt. It feels like fireworks are exploding as your heart nearly sings in joy because your best friend kissed you back. His mouth presses against yours, mapping out every curve, and you sigh into the kiss, causing him to smile.

When you break away with warm cheeks and all the oxygen knocked out of your lungs, he laughs breathlessly, lips red and slightly swollen. He lightly squeezes your hip before asking with a husky voice, “So what was that for?”

“I, uh, it was a Tiktok challenge,” you answer dazedly, and your best friend secretly smirks when he notices the pretty stars in your eyes. You start to take a step back, mumbling another excuse. His eyes twinkle mischievously, and his fingers nimbly wrap around the belt loops of your jeans and tug you back towards him.

His lips crash onto yours once more, and you let out a muffled noise of surprise, your cheeks burning hotter than a furnace once again. He presses his lips against yours more firmly, and you finally respond, molding your mouth against his as you slip your arms around his neck, chest pressed against his. You can feel the way his heart speeds up, thumping against his ribcage, and you can already imagine that yours is the same, pounding faster than ever because of one certain Lee Donghyuck.

After a few moments, he reluctantly pulls away, placing a tender kiss on the corner of your lips. “Well, that probably wasn’t appropriate for your channel.”

Your eyes flutter open, and you gingerly touch your lips, wonderstruck. “Forget the video, what was that kiss for?”

Donghyuck beams at you, eyes curving into lovely moon crescents and crinkling in the corners, as he boops his nose against yours affectionately. “I wanted to do the challenge, too.”

You completely fail to hide the ever growing smile on your face. You reach out to carefully rub away some of the purple hair chalk that somehow landed on his cheek, and his smile widens. “But, do you even know what the challenge is?”

“No, but I got to kiss you, so does it really matter?” He shrugs, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, cheeks growing impossibly warmer. If this continues, your face might erupt in flames. He shamelessly grins at your reaction, laughing loudly and squeezing you tightly. “What was the challenge anyway?”

“It’s called ‘today I tried to kiss my best friend.’ So I, you know… kissed my best friend,” you mutter. When he doesn’t respond, you slowly peek up at him. He seems to be concentrating on something in particular before his eyes light up, an idea already forming in his mind. You’re half intrigued and half terrified, wondering what he’s going to say next.

“Well, I think we both failed the challenge,” he announces, and your eyebrows nearly shoot off your face. He gives you a cheeky grin. “We should probably try again.”

You let out a snort, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck again. “Oh, really? And what happens if we fail again? Do we keep trying?”

His eyes sparkle as he starts to lean in. “That’s the spirit. Wow, I really should’ve dressed like this years ago, huh.”

“I don’t know,” you tease, nudging your nose against his. “I mean, that one phase where you had that short, bright red helmet haircut really got my panties in a twist.”

Donghyuck immediately recoils, face burning as he unfortunately recalls the repressed memory of that horrid haircut that he managed to keep buried all these years. His face twists into an unpleasant grimace, and you barely manage to stifle a laugh before he starts to sulk, whining as he clings onto you.

“Shut up, my mom said I looked handsome!”

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jenojam commented:

wait this was actually kinda cute 😳

winwin in past tense is wonwon!!! commented:

whoop whoop

jeno is my favorite commented:

y/n and donghyuck: announces relationship us: pretends to be shocked @.@

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

LOVE IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🥺🥺💘💓💓💞💞🥺💝💖💚

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

FJDKSLSLA!!! THEY REALLY DID THAT HUH 🤩🤩🤩  (btw who is donghyuck)

johnny’s communication center commented:

Woah who is that sexy dude with that sexy looking face? Damn he looks like a player 😉 

prince jae commented:

this is a bop! edit: wait did i use that correctly

takoyaki prince commented:

😍😍😍😘

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

you will never be allowed on my show. @ y/n, if he’s forcing you to be his gf, blink twice and we’ll get you out of there

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck literally no one asked you ron jeon

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle it’s RENJUN. REN. JUN. R-E-N-J-U-N.

jisung pwark commented:

ok so maybe this convinced me to shoot my shot. also gross go make out off camera you guys

mork lee rawr xD commented:

Wooooooww~~ this was SWEET hahahaha

ShowMeTheMonet replied: @ mork lee rawr xD can you rec me some hyuck aegyo compilations? 🥰

junguwu (◕‿◕✿) commented:

oh my god??? HE LOOKS SO GOOD?? 😍😛 HELL YES Y/N GET YOUR MAN SWEETIE ✊🏻😩

big head king commented:

No one: Literally no one: Hyuck: DAMN I COULD BE ON THE COVER OF VOGUE 🥵🥵

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ big head king you’re just jealous that y/n called me STUNNING 💅🏻

ty track commented:

please have him home before 10 pm on weeknights

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ty track you’re not my mom

ty track replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle i’m calling johnny

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ty track omg wait i’m sorry i’ll come home by 9 pls don’t call dad ily 🥺

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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virtual jimmy fallon interview recap

r.e.m beauty is dropping on friday, november 12th!!

ariana and jimmy refer to a ‘secret thing’ they filmed together that’s coming up. both had pouches of wine they drank while filming that they both kept and ariana signed jimmy’s with “ily ♡“

talks about calling 411 as a kid to be connected to universal orlando, spoke to a random employee about wanting to be on “either the amanda show, or all that, your pick” and reacts to herself singing the national anthem at a panther’s game at eight years old

on don’t look up: loves adam mckay and his work, he reached out with the role and she insisted on auditioning but since it was such a tiny part she let him give her the script

plays riley, who’s  an “aloof and unaware popstar” who’s relationship (with kid cudi) “fluctuates the world coming to an end”

she would love to do more acting if given the chance the voice: loving her time on ‘the voice’ says she believes in her artists and knows this is just the starting point for all of them. she wants them all to win but thinks it’s special for the world to watch along and fall in love with them. she says she’s so thankful to be apart of it and she’s become a stage mother

she would “love” to collab with blake shelton. jokes that she’s surprised that he hasn’t reached out yet for her to be on the remix “when i die i hope i come back as a country boy” because she feels like she’s the perfect fit for something like that

says she gets emotional when a contestant has to leave because she really forms a relationship with them over the course of the show and while working with them but the platform they’re given with the show is what makes her feel better about eliminations

cares more about her contestant winning than if she wins the season

ends the interview saying she wish she could have visited in person. jimmy says ariana is “the most fun, coolest human being on earth”

[nulltune]

albedo plucks a small twig from hakuno's hair, and dusts some snow off her shoulders. " ...do you require assistance in leaving the mountain, miss? " / @chalque ;)

“ ‎ ‎— pyu ! ‎ ‎ ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ hands colored a faint pink ‎ ( fingertips almost numb from the cold ) ‎rise up to a similarly flushed face, ‎politely covering the soft sneeze. ‎a small tremble to her lithe form follows, ‎hands lingering on her cold cheeks as though to preserve what little warmth her body had ‎—— ‎ but they come to a graceful rest by her lap soon after.

to have tripped in such a spectacular manner... ‎ah, ‎ she could barely meet the eye of the chief alchemist. ‎ a peculiar twig so kindly plucked from her tresses deserved gratitude as a reaction, ‎but it is only met with porcelain complexion flushing a deeper red; ‎ a unique mix of the cold and embarrassment. ‎still, ‎hakuno is not one to forget her manners. ‎head lowered just slightly ‎ ( just a bit shamefully... ), ‎ gaze sheepishly follows the gloved hand by her shoulders. ‎she peers up at them then, ‎mumbles out a small thank you.

unconditional kindness from the other is already shocking enough, ‎but the offer to aid her ‎ — ‎while likely going out of their way to do so ‎ — ‎causes hazel eyes to widen just a fraction. ‎ she is quick to reply with a profuse shake of her head ‎( the last bits of snow falling from her as a result ), ‎however. ‎the exhale she releases is nigh a tremble, ‎ but hakuno is adamant in her choice. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎i cannot leave just yet. ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎though even in any other situation, ‎she'd have likely refused; ‎not wanting to be any more of a bother.

...and she not one of many words, ‎typically. ‎ so with that, ‎this was where their interaction would've ended but— ‎ eye contact is made at last with hakuno's head lifted up, ‎hazels meeting with blues. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “ ‎ ‎ i am looking for a person. ‎ a father. ‎ his son is waiting for his return, ‎ and i won't make him wait any longer. ‎ ‎”

@nefezh ♡ ‎ ‎ ‎ILY BELLYYYY

[what-if-nct]

Helloo, I'm obsessed with Mark playing Life is still Going On on the piano. Also totally unrelated but isnt this super adorable. I love them, they're too underrated. They do kpop dance covers too. Also I had some assignments in English class and had to write something, so I wrote an angsty NCT fanfiction. Help me. I somehow keep having Mark Lee in my stories. Even in other assignments for English class. We had to write some example sentences and I wrote something like 'Yangyang doesn't seem to like Starbucks'. I'm for real going through such a big NCT phase now. I haven't had this since puberty. I thought it wouldn't happen anymore. But I'm not complaining. Jungwoo and Jaehyun just stole my heart too. I love them. Also totally unrelated, but I like trees. And I baked a cake with my girlfriend and now she wants to start a little bakery. And/or a restaurant. And her mom asked us to cook something for a small party they're having. Also I'm in the bus right now, and someone is on the phone acting like a pickme kind of person, if thats the correct way to say it. She talks and laughs like a bit too loud. But maybe I'm just too easily annoyed lol.

Ily ♡

(Ps it became long again I'm sorry)

hii, aww it sounds so pretty when he plays it. I'd love to have a music box with just Mark's piano version and like a little spinning dreamies inside. Bonus points if their dressed like Ballet dancers.

Awwwww their sooo cute!!!! Honestly, Honestly same I technically wrote 18 chapters of self insert fanfiction with Johnny, Bangchan, Felix, Hyunjin, Jungwoo, and Yeonjun. Like, like when all you listen to and watch in your down time is nct it just takes over your mind and everything you do one way or another revolves around them. I was also this way with the Jonas Brothers. Listen nothing any kpop fan will ever do is not more embarrassing then when I was 15 and I was sitting on the floor crying while watching the Jonas Brothers Concert Experience. I also use to have full on scenarios when I talked to my Jonas Brothers posters when I was 12 - 13. Even though Me and Nick Jonas are no longer married I still remember our life together. I did hate Joe Jonas when I was younger no idea why, I just did not like that man and did I hate him even more after the Taylor Swift incident? Like Nick may be my husband well ex husband but Taylor Swift is the love of my life. I still want to fight Joseph Adam Jonas. See normal fan behavior.

Honestly having a bakery with your girlfriend is like the cutest idea. And oooh already your first gig. Baking with partners and friends is always so much fun . No, no loud people are indeed really really annoying, especially if like for literally no reason. And I like trees too, I hug trees all the time. I really recommend hugging trees. When I go to parks I've been to before I always run and hug the trees and say "Do you remember me?' I like to think they do.

[liquid-geodes]

Hiii, Link, ily /p

- 🌻

Omg hiiiiiii adam I love you ♡

[aaronstveit]

i was tagged by @andrewminjard thank you trix!!! ily forever!!! ♡

top 3 ships:  -  wylan x jesper (six of crows)  -  adam x ronan (the raven cycle)  -  han x leia (star wars) last song i listened to:  -  power by bastille last movie i watched:  -  i can’t remember honestly? i don’t watch a lot of movies.... maybe mirror mirror! currently reading:  -  percy jackson and the sea of monsters by rick riordan craving:  -  five cheese chicken ziti from olive garden 😔😔

and i am tagging @sscorpiusmalfoy @hecthledgers @carricfisher @daniellewilds @tinanewt @biancas-diangelos @catradorad and anyone else who wants to do it! ♡