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bubbledumbbinch · 4 years ago

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Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

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casualdadnomad · 4 years ago

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my modern au has become the real world i live in. there is no reality anymore. okay yeah I’m back with another modern gaang aesthetics/styles!

(modern atla masterpost)

Part Two: Katara :)

Katara has a strong softgirl aesthetic

she wears mostly pastels, favoring light blues and pinks

she’s an advocate of big shirt little pants

she wears those pleated tennis skirts and sweatshirts, and pulls them off perfectly

she wears a lot of high socks and white sneakers too

it’s very cute

she does her hair half up half down a lot, with those alligator clips, and has a lot of those little barrettes for when her hair is down (reminiscent of the blue things on the hair loopies)

she is the queen of shimmer eyeshadow, highlighter, and clear lipgloss

she has tons of flowy tops and fluffy sweaters

her jewelry is made up of dainty gold chains and hoop earrings

she wears button ups under sweatshirts for the Extra Spicy Sweatshirt Look

she’s strongly committed to her Aesthetic

even when she goes to the grocery store she’s dressed up nice and always looks put together

unless she’s just chilling with her friends, family, or Aang at home

in which case she just vibes in sweatpants or pajamas

Sokka constantly makes fun of her for being a tryhard, but she isn’t. dressing nicely just makes her feel good! we stan a queen who dresses for herself!

her style is so sweet and soft, people who haven’t met her are often surprised to see her iconic personality. she does not fear committing war crimes on your ass.

anyways, Katara dresses the way she does all for herself! she needs no one’s approval! she’s a feminist icon who does what she wants when she wants and I love her!

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camillemontespan · 5 years ago

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top of the world [interview with raleigh carerra]

I love writing interviews from character’s perspectives, sort of like a study of them. I got to say, you know when words just flow and it’s like the character takes over? Raleigh did this for me.

Think of this as in the same universe as my Raleigh fanfic ‘Oblivion.’ Master list here:

Oblivion

Warnings: Discussion about drug abuse.

I’ve tagged those who liked the teaser of this, hope that’s okay.

@emichelle @omgjasminesimone @ibldw-main @katedrakeohd @ritachacha @boneandfur @moonlightgem7 @gardeningourmet @pug-bitch @msjpuddleduck

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Watching Raleigh Carrera perform to an arena of 60,000 people is a masterclass in performing art.

For two hours, he owns the stage.

His voice, that husky, deep voice that has made countless fans swoon, fills the arena. He plays his guitar as if it's an extension of himself. He crowd surfs, basking in the love of his loyal fans. He takes the time to talk to the audience, though everytime he pauses, they all scream.

Raleigh Carrera has allowed Tidal Magazine to shadow him for one week on his US tour. The tour will last a month, taking in gigantic arenas and small dive bars alike. I'm interested to see what the singer is like off stage. Is he as wild as he appears on the tabloid covers or is it all an act?

The show ends with fireworks and Raleigh jumping back into the audience for a final crowd surf. From the screens placed around the arena, I can see the look of pure joy on his face as he is carried over his adoring fans. He is in his element.

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Later, we are sat in the back of his tour bus. His entourage are hanging out at the front, high with adrenaline from Raleigh's performance. They consist of his manager, publicist, stage manager and back up musicians. His publicist seemed keen to stay in the room with us but Raleigh told her to 'relax at the front with a drink.'

He has showered after his energetic concert. Now, he's changed from his signature ripped jeans and holey vests into sweatpants and a navy sweater.

'Hope you don't mind,' he says politely. 'I like to chill out after being on stage.'

He sits cross legged on a slouchy sofa. Yet, despite wanting to be chilled, Raleigh is anything but. His fingers are always moving, as if playing an invisible guitar. Occasionally he will play with his beaded bracelets or tap his hand on his leg making a drum beat.

The energy that infuses his performances still flows through him even when he is in private. He pulls you in.

I thank him for allowing me to write this profile on him. Raleigh grins. 'No problem,' he says. 'Happy to have ya.'

Is he a good interviewee, I wonder? Many music journalists have commented in the past that Raleigh puts them through their paces. He is known for discussing the most risqué topics and is brutally honest. I tell him this.

'I think I'm refreshing,' he says. 'So many musicians I know are really funny about interviews, you know? They always need a publicist present or they give a list of everything they won't talk about. They're scared that their image will be put under the microscope and they'll be judged, so they draw all these red lines around them. What's the point? If you're gonna be in the spotlight, you need to be prepared to deal with all the shit. All the ugly stuff. That's life. You can't pick and choose.'

I'm surprised at how vocal Raleigh is on this subject. He shrugs. 'I'm just saying,' he continues, 'you sign up for this life when you sign the dotted line on that contract. You give up your rights to a private life.'

We are silent for a moment as I consider his words. Raleigh laughs and let's out a groan. 'Was I brutally honest there?' he asks. 'Jesus Christ, sorry. I get all passionate about shit.'

Raleigh's life is certainly not private. Ever since he arrived on the rock scene, Raleigh has been a riot. Tabloids are always plastered with his image and latest antics. Pictures of him falling out of nightclubs, kissing girls and giving the finger to paparazzi are part of his image. To place a stereotype on him, he is the 'Bad Boy' of the LA music scene. Does he agree with that?

Raleigh chuckles. 'I guess? Look, we all conform to a certain image. You see those new singers from those talent shows and when they record their first record, they're told what image they have to have. Like.. Okay, take Britney Spears. She became huge when she was 17 thanks to that Hit Me song, but what made her iconic was the school girl outfit but she was still innocent right? She had that 'you can look but can't touch' vibe. So many artists now do that and it's not real. It's all fucking plastic.'

Does he conform to his bad boy persona? He shoots me a lazy smile. 'What do you think?' he asks.

I think he does.

'Then you're right,' he says. 'Except I was always like this. I always broke the rules. My label picked up on that and told me to keep doing it but ten times harder. So I did. I pushed it to the point where I forgot who I was. I guess I'm still trying to work that out..'

He trails off.

Raleigh has been vocal about his stints in rehab. He was first admitted to The Priory three years ago, citing cocaine addiction as the reason. He stayed in rehab for two months.

'It worked for a while,' he tells me. 'It really did. I was so eager to get clean and stick to it. But this industry.. It's a cess pit. You're clean for one day and turn you go to an awards show and people are snorting that shit in the toilets. You go to these parties and its getting passed around like fucking party favours. You can't get clean in this business. '

I suggest that maybe he stops going to these parties. He leans back and scrutinises me. 'That's quite naive,' he says. 'You need the parties and the people otherwise you'll be dropped. You need to remain on the radar of this industry because if you're not careful, one minute you're on top of the world, the next you're in the gutter. I fought so hard to become noticed and to make music for the world to hear. I live to make music. All the shit that comes with it.. I gotta accept.’

He shoots me an apologetic smile before beginning to speak again.

'Music is everything to me,' he says quietly, playing with the bead bracelets wrapped around his wrist. 'I know I act like an asshole a lot of the time, like I really fucking push it.. But I never forget how much I owe music my life. It keeps me alive. Nothing else compares to it.'

I ask if there is anything - or anyone - else that makes him feel similar emotions. He cracks a smile.

'You want me to say her name, don't you?' he asks wryly. He leans forward, his brown eyes focused on mine.

'I'll talk about anything you want me to,' he says, his voice steady. 'But I'm not going to say her name. Given what she's going through right now, she doesn't need anymore press attention.'

He leans back. 'But yeah,' he finally says after a long silence. 'She does.'

He means Marina Cortez.

She was his mentee on the reality music show One in a Million. Although the show producers wanted her to be paired with Raleigh's fellow judge, Avery Wiltshire, Marina was often photographed spending time with Raleigh.

Rumours of a blossoming relationship swirled around them. As the magazines continued to publish articles on the potential romance, Marina went from strength to strength in the competition.

She won the competition a year ago and released her first record to critical acclaim. The music showed her soul and it was a far cry from the bubblegum pop that dominates the music scene.

All she needed was her guitar - which used to belong to Raleigh himself - and her voice that sounded like summer. Deep, throaty vocals and passion flooded her singing, making her a front runner at awards shows.

She was on top of the world. Soon after winning the show, she and Raleigh performed a duet of their hit song, 'Senorita' at the AMAs - the performance went viral. The following day, Raleigh and Marina confirmed they were in a relationship in the most millennial way possible - an Instagram post.

But that all changed six months ago.

Raleigh and Marina broke up.

She was pictured spending more time at night clubs. She fell out of taxis and photographers took up skirt pictures of her. She was filmed screaming at paparazzi who surrounded her car. The final warning came from a picture taken of her at a party with her credit card in her hand and cocaine on the table in front of her.

Marina checked into rehab but discharged herself two days later. The drama surrounding Marina Cortez continues with new news stories being published every day.

Right now, we are watching a young girl who is free falling and nobody is there to catch her and the one person who seems to care about her is sitting right in front of me and he won't say one word or do one thing about it.

He cuts our first interview short. 'We'll talk tomorrow,' he says tightly. 'We're at the hotel now anyway.'

We all head into the first hotel of the tour. Raleigh slams the door of his suite in my face.

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Raleigh is at my hotel room door the following morning brandishing a takeaway cup of coffee at me. ‘I’m sorry for being a dick last night,’ he tells me with a weak smile. ‘Can we walk and talk to the tour bus?’

I grab my suitcase and we walk together through the hotel corridor. We talk about the upcoming concert this evening but when we reach the tour bus, the mood changes and becomes more serious. He gestures for me to take out my dictaphone so this conversation will be on record.

‘I’m sorry I got pissed about Marina,’ he says when we sit down at the back. ‘I wasn’t pissed at you. I was pissed at myself. I’m always pissed at myself these days.’

I ask why.

‘Because it’s my fault Marina has fallen on hard times,’ he explains, surprising me. ‘I’m the one who introduced her to drugs and parties. It’s all my fault. I feel guilty about it every day and we broke up because I wanted to save her. In my own fucked up way, I thought that if we ended things, she would be safe from me and my influence. But I didn’t realise that she was too far gone. Too far down the rabbit hole..’

He looks away and sips his coffee. His hands are shaking.

‘Anytime someone mentions her, I feel those guilty emotions all over again and I get mad. I take it on the person that’s beside me instead of taking responsibility. I’m the reason why Marina has been in rehab. It’s all my fault.’

I ask if he has been in touch with her since they broke up. He shakes his head. ‘No. Her manager won’t let me, nor will her publicist. I get it. If we’re in the same room together..’

They’ll fight?

He laughs dryly. ‘No, actually. The opposite. The complete opposite.’

I ask if they have broken up before. Raleigh nods. ‘Yeah but only for like, a week or so and then I was at her door begging for a second chance. It was all very romantic and angsty. But when we got back together, I was determined to keep on the straight and narrow. I wanted us to be together for the long haul. I loved her.’

Had he loved anyone before her?

‘Do I look like the loving kind?’ he asks me. ‘No. So it was a big deal when I realised that I was head over fucking heels for this girl. She’s honestly the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up.’

I tell him that it wasn’t his responsibility to keep her clean. He shakes his head now. ‘It was,’ he says. ‘I knew this industry. I knew what it was like and instead of warning her, I sat with her and showed her how to take the first hit of coke. I’m a fucking nightmare.’

Raleigh is known for his songwriting. His songs bear his soul and open a window into his life. A lot of his music focuses on lost love; is Marina an influence?

He swallows. ‘She was,’ he says. ‘My song Addicted is about her.’ He breaks off to sing softly under his breath: ‘I'm not afraid of dying but I am afraid of losing you…’

This is a different side to Raleigh that I was not expecting. The wild, carefree rockstar who is plastered on billboards and has legions of fans screaming his name is completely different in private. He lives his life to the full and isn’t afraid to show his flaws; but right now, I feel like I am talking to a different person.

‘Marina makes me different,’ he answers when I tell him this. ‘When we were good, we were fucking good. I was more kind. I was a good guy. But when we were at our worst, we brought each other down. So really, it’s a good thing we’re apart. But I see these photos of her and the headlines and fucking hell, I just.. I feel helpless. Fucking helpless.’

He sighs and stands up. ‘I’m gonna yell at my manager to get everyone moving,’ he says. ‘Talk after the show tonight?’

When we meet his team, he is jovial, clapping his friends on the back and fist bumping. Cigarettes are lit, insults shared and jokes are made. Raleigh is back to being the Raleigh Carerra that we all know. His vulnerability has been put in a box, locked away.

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Tonight, he plays the arena with his usual spectacular showmanship. The concert is a sell out and his fans chant his name, sing along to his songs and scream constantly. Raleigh relishes it. He even spontaneously grabs a fan and brings her on stage, singing to her. She cries.

When we’re back in the tour bus after, Raleigh is giddy with adrenaline and can’t stop talking about the show and how it was the best concert he’s performed. Joints are passed around and Raleigh lights up, inhaling. I watch as he soon becomes more relaxed, his voice softer, his eyes bloodshot.��

We reach the hotel and his entourage slope in, ready for their beds. Raleigh takes a moment to compose himself, placing his hands on his knees and his face down turned to the floor.

‘I miss her,’ he whispers, his voice cracking.

I don’t ask him to elaborate. I know who he means.

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The next day, we’re back in the tour bus and Raleigh is writing another song. His writing is haphazard, a messy scrawl that I can’t decipher. His fingers are quick and he writes out lyrics as if he has pulled them out of water. His ideas come fast and he writes for two hours, occasionally stopping to drink more coffee or to ask me what I think of a certain line.

He works hard. Too many musicians his age are reliant on ghost writers but not Raleigh. He puts in the time and effort, laying down his soul on the page. When he takes a break, I ask him what made him want to be a singer.

‘I loved performing as a kid,’ he tells me, smiling. ‘I would always put on shows for my mom. It was just us, you see. Single mom. Dead beat dad who abandoned her when she got pregnant with me. Asshole. But I would sing for her and she would film me. I hope she’s got rid of the tapes, pretty embarrassing if she ever shows them to potential girlfriends..’

Marina never met his mom?

He doesn’t blanch at the mention of her name; I think he expects me to bring her up now. ‘No,’ he says. ‘My mom doesn’t live in LA.’

I ask where she lives but he won’t tell me. ‘She’s my mom, I’m keeping her private,’ he says, but fairly. ‘I’ll just tell you that she’s a stand up woman. The OG.’

He was in a boyband when he was younger but split off from them to pursue a solo career. I ask him what prompted the decision.

‘I didn’t want to be forced to dance those awful routines and sing songs that someone else wrote,’ he explains. ‘I wanted to forge my own path and make my own identity. I know it was a dick move but I wasn’t cut out for boyband life. Fuck that.’

Raleigh is one of the best in the business right now. His star burns bright. I tell him he made the right decision. He smiles warmly and bows his head. ‘Thank you,’ he says. ‘That’s really nice. I’m just glad I get to do what I love. I want to keep doing it until I die. I’m gonna be like Keith Richards. Fucking legend.’

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He plays his next three shows even better than the last. Everywhere we go, his voice is chanted around the arenas and my ears are buzzing from the sound of girlish screams. I wonder how he copes with this level of fame.

‘You roll with it,’ he tells me when he’s getting ready for the performance. ‘One day, all of it will be gone. So right now, I’m just trying to live in the moment.’

On the last night I have with him, he sings his song Addicted which is about Marina and the audience hold up their flashing orb lights that are part of the merchandise. The arena is filled with gold light from the orbs and I swear it looks like Raleigh is surrounded by a galaxy of stars. They sing along with him, echoing his words about Marina back at him.

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As this article was being prepared for print, media outlets worldwide were shocked to find out that Marina Cortez was admitted to hospital. After further investigation, it came to light that she had overdosed and nearly drowned in her bath tub. Thanks to her publicist, she was found before tragedy struck.

Raleigh cancels the last leg of his tour as soon as the news breaks. Fans p are divided. Some post abuse about him on his social media, telling him that Marina is a waste of space and not worth it. They call him weak. Others call him the perfect boyfriend. Some beg for them to get back together.

I’m watching the news when the bulletin announces that Raleigh has arrived at the hospital where Marina is being looked after. I watch as he exits his car and barges through the throng of paparazzi. He is wearing sunglasses but his face looks drawn and his lips are set in a tight line.

I spent quality time with Raleigh but nobody can speak for him. But from my experience with him, I think he is going after the one thing he loves that is equal to music in his heart.

I wish them both all the luck in the world. I hope Marina finds her way back with Raleigh by her side. I’m sure she will rise again, like a phoenix, and she and Raleigh will blaze a trail of fire together, on top of the world, right where they belong.

#raleigh carrera #raleigh x mc #Platinum fanfic #choices platinum

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softromxnce · 7 years ago

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个胆小亲吻 ✧

Chapter Two

- Timid Kisses

↦ Gif Credit: to original owner

↦ Pairing: Yoongi x Female reader

Friends to lovers au

↦ Genre: fluff

↦ Collaboration: @emotiadouche

↦ Summary: We get introduced to Taehyung and his relationship with Jimin, and we have a bit Namjin moments. The reader and Yoongi finally go on the first date, how will things play out?

↦ Word Count: 4.9k

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The sounds of birds chirping away wake you up. You sit up in your bed, viewing Taehyung’s sleeping frame raise up and down as he breathes. His snores also filling up the bed room. You hear your phone ping from the other side of the bed, where Taehyung is sleeping at. You rolled your eyes, reaching over his body to grab your phone, then carefully plopping down in your spot.

【 Oppa🤬: Are you awake yet, Y/N? 】

【 You: Just woke up, what’s up? 】

【 Oppa🤬: Nothing, just thought about talking to you. 】

You giggled quietly, careful to avoid waking up Taehyung. Moments like this with Yoongi are precious because one moment he can be soft then the next he’ll be cold.

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Twenty minutes later, you place your phone down on your nightstand, just as someone bangs on the door, swinging it open, displaying a semi tired Jin.

“Get up, Y/N!” Jin screams, causing you to widen your eyes as Taehyung to fall off the bed. The both of you Jin both glanced at each other before peeking down at Taehyung. You glanced down, observing him. His black hair spread out on the floor, he sits himself up, giving the both of you the chance to analyze his eyes, both have bags under them with a slight mark on them. You bring your finger, drawing the outline that is under his eye.

“This must be from my bed, anyway,” You paused briefly, staring down Jin, “Jin apologize.” You ordered, crossing your arms. Jin quickly apologized just as Namjoon came in with a shocked expression. You watched as his eyes scanned the room, trying to figure out what was happening. He abruptly turned around and left. You help Taehyung back up onto the bed, before turning around at Jin.

“I’ll be down soon, can you go downstairs?” You begged, cupping your hands together, smiling slightly. You watched as he left the room, shutting the door behind him. You screamed out thanking him, before turning your attention to Taehyung. You sat down on the bed, grinning. You quickly wiped the grin off your face, exhaling a sigh before talking,

“I need advice, Taehyung-ah.” You deadpan with a sigh, slouching your back, “Dating advice.” Soon as those words left your lips, you watched as his face lit up with excitement. You shook your head, lowering your gaze letting out a sigh.

“I knew you would be interested in our relationship, noona,” He exclaimed with the biggest boxy smile on his face. He took your hands, he began explaining how he asked out Jimin. You learned that it was Jimin, the shyest one in your group of friends, who asked him out. Apparently, it all happened after you both decided not to go out, due to fear of ruining your relationship. It was adorable, Jimin took Taehyung on a strange date, it was a concert date. Jimin got the idea from, Dahyun, your half sister.

However, after minutes of explaining, he said, “Just be calm, be yourself. If he doesn’t like you, it’s his lost.” Taehyung got up, kissing your cheek, before leaving. You nodded, before getting dressed for the day.

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You chose to wear a simple oversized white shirt with gray sweatpants and gray sneakers. You pushed open the door to reveal, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jin sitting down at the table, gossiping about something. They didn’t seem to be aware of your presence until the door closed, which they all jumped at. You shook your head at them as a giggle escape your lips. Pulling the chair out besides Taehyung, you sat down resting your chin on your hand, smirking.

“So, what cha talking about, hmm?” You deadpan once again, eyeing Jin. Your eyes followed Jin as he sat up, walking over to the stove. Your eyes lazily found Taehyung, you repeated the question. It took him a few minutes before he confessed about them planning to take you shopping for your date tomorrow. You nodded, finally discussing the date leaving out Yoongi’s name. You watched their individual expressions came out, causing you to giggle.

Abruptly, Jin sped over towards the stove, putting pancake onto the plate, serving it to you both. You all ate while discussing things about what happened in your lives.

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“Can I FaceTime, Jimin?” Taehyung asked for the twentieth time, causing you all to scream ‘yes’ to get him quiet. You heard the phone ring for a few seconds before you hear Jimin’s voice, which made you snatch the phone from Taehyung, playfully yelling at him for not telling you the full story about him and Taehyung dating.

“Now, where do we shop at?” You spoke softly, walking with Taehyung, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to see Jimin. You’ve been friends with them all except Yoongi from elementary school to now. You met Taehyung in middle school and then Jimin in high school. You were paired up with Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok for this project and ever since then, you both kept in touch with each other. To be honest, you’re glad you’ve been with these idiots for almost all of your life because you find it almost impossible to even live without them, they cheer you up when you dealt with break ups, breakdowns and when your parents divorced.

“Y/N!” Jin screamed your name, causing you to gaze back at him with a shocked expression, you strolled away from Taehyung to get next to Jin and Namjoon, who had his arm draped around Jin’s shoulders. If you weren’t close to them, you would think that they are dating, which you don’t hate, although it would be nice. You all can feel the tension between the two.

“Where do you want to shop at? The colorful, feminine area or the tomboy one?” He asked pointing to them both. You shrugged letting them pick, you all walked towards the feminine side, Jin dragging you inside the store. All of a sudden, you saw Jin and Taehyung darting to this one clothing set. You can hear Jimin distant yelling from them, you turned around to Namjoon, both of you shrugging your shoulders.

You both walked around together until you head Jin call out to you, which you and Namjoon jog over. They moved to the side, revealing a long sleeved oversized sweater that says, “Dead” that’s tucked into the red, white plaid skirt. You have to admit, you hate getting dolled up, on the other hand if you had to wear this, you would do it every day. You looked around it, aware of them all staring at you, waiting for your reaction. You looked at them jumping up and down with a smile. You watched as they all darted off to get the outfit and extra accessories that’ll match. Taehyung Abruptly left the shop, talking to Jimin. You shrugged it off as Jin and Namjoon paid for the outfit, once buying it, you held the bag. You quietly walked over to Taehyung, giving him a back hug.

“Okay, kids. To the food court we go!” Jin announced with a fist in the air, marching to the food court with Namjoon running behind him, giving you a hug which you and Taehyung both melted at. You both looked at each other, Taehyung saying goodbye to Jimin as he took your hand, walking behind them.

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The light from the sun leisurely inches closer through your crème curtains and into your room, creeping onto your face. You grunted out in annoyance, rolling to the other side of your bed, rubbing your eyes in a tired manner. You lazily prop up onto your elbows, looking at the clock.

“Okay, it is now–,” A brief yawn left your lips, “It’s 8:16, I have to wash up, get dressed, eat breakfast and leave the house.” You muttered to yourself, lazily throwing the covers off of you as you scooted off the warm, comfortable bed. Reaching your arms up, stretching. You scratched your head, looking for your materials. Finally spotting them, you grabbed them, heading into the bathroom. As you stepped into the bathroom, you began to wonder, grabbing your toothbrush and brushing your teeth. Today is your second date, wow. Should you start speaking informally? He’s only a year older compared to you. God - should you begin displaying affection towards him, like grabbing his arm? Inhaling his scent? Would Yoongi find you weird, he probably already does.

You already showed him your best outfit, that little black dress accompanied with a simple black jacket. You continuously keep getting more and more worried than before. Wait – has he even told you his favorite movie? You have so much to ask him, maybe he’ll tell you later, right? You quickly finished getting washed up, swinging the door open, letting it hit the wall. You quickly ran towards your bedroom, locking your door. You looked into the mirror, putting your hair on a low ponytail, letting it hang off your shoulders alongside a few strands by your face. You looked into the mirror, shrugging your shoulders as you find nothing else to fix, walking towards your closet. Pushing clothes to the other side of the closet, you grabbed the outfit you were looking for.

“I think he’ll love this – Yoongi better.” You mumbled to yourself, gently placing it down onto your bed. “Now, time for the difficult part.” A sigh escaped your lips, turning around from the closet, pulling the drawer open and digging through it. Finally deciding on a white polka dotted bra with a pale pink ribbon embedded into it with the panties having the exact pattern. Taking the clothes off the hangers, you slipped the shirt on over you, and pulled the skirt up, grabbing your shoes, the iconic white converses that are bound to get messed up. Shaking your head, you grabbed your phone, walking out of your bedroom, down the staircase. You wonder if you should be more aggressive – bold. But what if he prefer like that? Options running from A – Z, it’s all so awkward. Raising your phone up, turning it on, 8:36.

Each step you take, you can feel your heart pound. Why are you so nervous? You rehearsed all last night until 12:30, even Taehyung and Jimin gave you advice. Shaking your head, you walked towards your kitchen, forcing yourself to halt to a stop. Where is Jin? Usually this house would be loud. Keeping this in mind, you pushed the door to the kitchen open, looking around. You noticed a note with food on the plate. You walked over to the note, picking it up and reading it.

“Y/N, my favorite yeodongsaeng. Your oppa went to hang out with Namjoon-ah. I should be back by 6-7pm, please don’t kill Yoongi. He means well, and good luck with your date. – Love Jin💜”

Nodding to yourself, you moved the note as you pulled the chair out, causing the chair to let out a loud screech making you wince. You sat down in the chair, moving your attention to what he cooked you, Toast with bacon. Nice

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You locked the door behind you, with your phone in hand, texting Yoongi.

You: I might be a little late, I’m sorry!

You sighed, wrapping your arms around your shaking frame, attempting to remember the path to the park. So, you used this time to give yourself a little prep talk - let yourself calm down a bit. Come on, Y/N, just like you practiced, breathe slowly. Inhale 1, 2,3 now exhale, 3, 2, 1. You have so many things one your wish list to ask him, however you need to make sure that a kiss is still on the list for today – but when you walk home, you need to kiss him. You need to keep calm, you can’t lose the third date. But maybe, if you trip on purpose, you can grab his arm for support or should you wait a bit more? A ping left your pocket of your skirt, causing you to grab it and scanning it.

Oppa🤬: It’s all okay, take your time. I’ll be late as well.

You let out a sigh in relief, that’s one less thing to worry about. Your thoughts quickly surround you. Should you wait a little more? Nothing changed from the first date except the place and outfit choice, location and your bond. What if your kiss is too early in the date, but you’ll never know until you try, right? You practiced so much yesterday night, but look at you now; a hot mess who is struggling to even calm down. Your heart is continuously pounding against your rip cage, if this continues, what if he hears it? You desperately try to act calm so he won’t notice, but maybe it’ll be better if he does know.

Pang pang, your heart feels as if it’s about to explode. You desperately glance around at everything to calm down, the trees that blow in the wind, the dead flower petals. But nothing seems to calm you down, so you reach into your pocket, looking for your headphone. Damn – did I really leave them home? You let out a groan and began to pout. You let your mind drift back to Yoongi, does he think about you – is he thinking about you? Does he like you? Does he notice how your cheeks are always red when you’re near him? Gosh, my heart is twisting up. You placed a hand on your chest taking a deep breath.

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You see the park come into view by each individual step you take. At the same time, your heart race increases. What if you mess up? You can’t stop thinking about the worse outcomes. But before you know it, you’re standing in the park, waiting and looking around for him.

“Y/N!” A deep voice called out from behind you causing you to snap your head in the direction. You can feel your jaw drop. When you see him, you stopped breathing, his barefaced with navy blue highlights, a black shirt with a black hoodie with the inside of it orange, black sweat pants and black vans. You closed your gaping mouth, jogging up to him, hugging him, inhaling his scent while admiring him.

“I’m sorry that I kept you waiting.” He whispered before having his arms around you. You have to admit, he looks much better up close. “You look nice, oppa.” You whispered into his chest, feeling your heart rate increase. You removed yourself from his arms, his eyes digging into you, admiring your body, in just one moment, without anyone knowing, you felt as your heart was snatched completely. It feels as you’re walking on a path in a faraway dream – an emotion that had never touched you before.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” Yoongi complimented back, revealing his gummy smile. For the first time, you finally see his smile, in all its glory. It goes to the corners of his mouth, revealing his gums and teeth, making you fall more for him. Your heart is suffocated in love and adoration for this lone man. You feel your cheeks heat up – turning pink. But god – his smile, it makes your heart do flips, your heart feels like it's about to explode. Does he know that you’re struggling because of him, your heart beating rapidly. Goddamn – he’s so beautiful. Come on, Y/N. You need to act calm, as if nothing is happening inside of you, so he won’t know that you’ve fallen head over heels for him. Can he hear the anxiety in my voice? Or anything? I’ll be better to hide it – or try to. But you’ll fall for him more, or even more. Brushing the thoughts aside, the both of you link your arm with his, walking to the class, joining in.

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You gazed up at Yoongi with a giant smile on your face. He’s covered in a light shade of blue, navy blue, dark green, yellow, white and orange paint. It’s on his wrists to hands and to his jacket. You let out a giggle at his annoyed expression, “Don’t be laughing, at least I don’t have paint on my thighs too.” Yoongi playfully spat back, causing you to stop laughing, glancing down at your thighs.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, sighing deeply. Here you are with blue, black and white paint scattered onto your thighs. You quickly shot your head back up at Yoongi to see him have the same gummy smile plastered onto his face as giggle escaped his lips, making your heart melt. You shook your head, walking over to the instructor. You tapped her shoulder causing her to peer over at you with her eyebrow raised, “Jihyo, wanted to thank you for teaching us.” You spoke softly, casting a gaze down.

“It’s not an issue, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is that your boyfriend?” Jihyo asked as you felt a hand rest on your waist, you glanced up at Yoongi and rolled your eyes at him. You looked back at Jihyo, smiling as you shook your hand. She let out a giggle and dismissed you both.

You linked your hand together with Yoongi’s, having your hand intertwined each other. You looked around, admiring how the breeze shook the branches of the trees, that struggle to bloom. You hear your stomach grumble, you looked up at Yoongi, smiling, “So, what’s for lunch?” You asked him, softening your voice. Yoongi shrugged his shoulders in response.

“What about we eat at my place?” He suggested, earning a nod from you. You both roamed at a steady pace, admiring the surroundings to his house, humming.

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“Finally, we’re almost there.” Yoongi let out a sigh of relief, as his house peers into view. You hummed and nodded, fixing your gaze down. Unaware of your surroundings, you tripped over a pebble, bracing yourself for the sidewalk, you hadn’t fallen. You open your eyes carefully, you find yourself in Yoongi’s arms, you feel your cheeks heat up again but in embarrassment. Yoongi carefully balanced you back onto your two feet, letting out a scoff. Whispering something in the distance.

“Great job, Y/N. A nice way to make a fool out of yourself again.” You mumbled to no one in particular, carefully dusting yourself off, you glanced up, noticing that he’s farther ahead, causing you to pick up the pace. You slowed down once you were next to him, raising your gaze to focus on him and once again find yourself staring at him.

“Take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer, Y/N-ah.” Yoongi spoke, with a lack of interest in his voice. Once hearing that, you lower your gaze in embarrassment, deciding to keeping your mouth shut. When you think you couldn’t possibly get any more awkward, but here you are. You cupped your hands together, fiddling with your fingers, internally beating yourself up.

A cold breeze, rushes pass you, raising your skirt up, pushing your hands down. The scent of his gestures caused you peered up at him again, ecstatic over the tiny white flowers under your feet. They are shiny, but still thorny, you held out your hand, grabbing his.

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“Yah, this way.” Yoongi spoke as he grabbed your hands, walking you up his driveway. Walking up the stairs to his porch, he unlocks the door, signaling you to come inside. Waiting for you to walk inside, removing your shoes, he shuts the door behind him.

You hear in the distance as small paws coming towards you both becoming louder. You turned around to Yoongi, he simply gives you a shrug and walks passed you towards the upstairs bathroom. You rolled your eyes as you stare down by your feet, brown haired toy poodle. You chuckled as a smile grew across your face. You crouched down, petting the small dog.

“His name is Holly, Holly Min.” Yoongi announced, causing you to jump at his sudden appearance. You looked back down at the dog, Holly, such a pretty name. You thought to yourself continuing to pet Holly, cooing at him. You become entranced with the dog, his deep chocolate eyes and his fur.

“Heads up, kid.” Yoongi screamed as a wipe hit your face, “Here.” He calmly added as he walked towards the couch. You grabbed the wipe off your face and began to wipe your thighs. You stood back up, throwing the wipe away and then walking towards Yoongi, sitting down next to him. The semi-awkward silence swarms around you both, you scan around his house, admiring it.

The semi-awkward silence swarms around you both, you scan around his house, admiring it. This whole house seems like it’s meant for two people. You tilted your head over your shoulder and looked at Yoongi, “Do you have a roommate?” You asked, your voice low. Yoongi nodded, not even batting you an eye. You nod your head turning your head back to the television.

God – how come you both are in the same place, he’s in a different world. His eyes far away, avoiding your gaze. Only an awkward deep silence is clearly heard. Sometimes, you wonder why do you even try. It feels as you are both walking the same paths but as strangers, his once loving eyes going awry, only sighs can be heard from him.

It feels as someone turned down the volume, causing silence to come again, trapping you both. Your mind goes back to the event at the park, he engulfs you with a hug and your heart races, but you wonder if his heart races back. It feels like he doesn’t care about you the majority of the time. Why does he have to be so confusing? He's like a switch – instead of being off and on. It's either rude or caring.

All you desire are the simple three words, "I love you" to come out of his mouth. What is so hard about it? You refuse to hear the excuse, “I’m a bit slow.” Or “It’s not because I don’t like you.” Each day, you’re hesitating, he keeps playing the game of push and pull with you. On his soft, thick and small lips, you need to plant a kiss, but you feel like you are rushing into that and then you get scared. You become curious, what are you both doing? What are you both? What do you mean to him? Does he even like you, can’t he just show his heart?

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Holly jumped into your lap, making you jump a small bit. Holly’s head snuggles up against your thighs, in the corner of your eye, you see Yoongi looking up and down your thighs causing your cheeks to heat up, you let out an uncomfortable cough, causing him to snap his head back to the television. Moments later, You hear Holly’s little snores fill up the room, looking down, you began petting Holly, you watch as him move slightly. You feel yourself get sleepy, so you rested your head on Yoongi’s shoulder, you feel Yoongi tense up, but everything faded away into darkness.

♥*♡+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+♡*♥ You opened your eyes, squinting a bit at first, letting your eyes get familiarized to the sudden light change. You realized that you’re in Yoongi’s house as your senses come back to you.

Why does my head feel heavier than usual? You moved your eyes slightly upwards, noticing Yoongi’s blue highlights mixed in between his hair. Oh – he must’ve fell asleep afterwards. You let out a chuckle as your eyes drifted down to your lap, noticing Holly, sleeping soundly on your thighs. However, your eyes wander to the clock that reads, 5:32. A sense of urgency filled your mind, causing you to jolt up off the couch, letting Holly fall on the floor with a yelp and Yoongi collide onto the couch. You turned around to see both of them having the same expression on their faces, panic and shock.

“Oppa, I’m sorry but I need to go home, Jin will be home in fifty minutes at the latest. I’m sorry for waking you up,” Turning your gaze to the shaken up Holly, “I’m sorry too buddy. I’ll make it up to you!” You apologized to both of them, once turning around you heard Yoongi calling out to you.

“Y/N-ah, let me at least walk you home.” You quickly nodded, giving him a shy smile. Waiting for Yoongi to walk up towards you, you called over Holly. You watched in adoration as he ran over to you, crouching down, you scratched behind his ear, bidding him a goodbye. You propped yourself back up, walking out the door that Yoongi is holding open. You step out onto the porch as a gust of wind raised up your dress, causing you to use your hands to push it down.

“Ready, kid?”

♥*♡+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+♡*♥ Your shared house with Jin comes into view with each step you both take. God – why couldn’t you both buy a house a few more blocks down? You love his presence far more than you should. You let a sigh escape your lips, gaining Yoongi’s attention. In the corner of your eye, you see him scan up and down at your body, bringing you closer than before, draping his arm over your shoulders, rubbing circles onto your arm. You beamed at the gesture, bringing your other arm, you placed it on the center of his back, rubbing up and down, as the quiet atmosphere engulfs you both. Before you know it, you’re in front of your house, walking up the driveway, Yoongi detaches himself from you and faces you, and once again the silence surrounds you both.

“I really appreciated our time today, would you like to hang out soon again?” You spoke, breaking the silence. Your eyes wander around his clothes, stained with pain, and his new hair color. But you let your eyes roam down to his lips, they seem so soft and kissable.

“Yeah – sure. Just text me when you will prefer to meet up.” Yoongi answered, giving you a nod, confirming his decision. Abruptly, your legs dragged closer to his frame, you throw yourself at him, giving him a semi brief hug. You both break away from the hug, staring into each other's eyes. You can see the world in his eyes, you can see stars in them – the whole galaxy in them. Abruptly, Yoongi places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he pulls you into a soft passionate kiss. You find yourself becoming entranced in the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck, closing your eyes. You feel sparks as he deepens the kiss. You wonder if he can feel your heart beating – more like pounding. You feel as if you’re covered with his love. This man – he fills up your heart. If this is a dream, you won’t ever wake up from it. You have him, and he has you – you have each other. You can’t express that you’ll love him until kingdom come. If he is a fantasy that’ll disappear once you wake up, you won’t ever let him go. He shakes you up, makes you dizzy. He makes you rush, question things. You pulled back from him, breaking the kiss. You peeked up, staring at his swollen lips, then up to his eyes. It feels as your heart stopped, you wish to fall asleep like this. Maybe he’s your love. – not maybe, he’s definitely your love. You removed your hands from his neck, linking your hands with his, you stare deeply into his eyes. He’s your alcohol, you get drunk by simply being around him, the more time you spend around him, the deeper the addiction gets. You feel as you can get lost in his eyes, his touch. You keep getting pulled into him, falling in love with him endlessly. Even with all the numbers in the world, you simply cannot express your heart. No matter how hard you focus, you will never find someone like him, Yoongi. You gave him a soft smile, before giving him a quick peck on the lips, departing from his touch.

“I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” You questioned, breaking the silence. Yoongi nodded his head, you gave him another timid smile as you walked towards the door, before unlocking it, you waved him goodbye as he does the same.

Once opening the door, you quickly walked inside, shutting it and sliding your back down the door, letting a sigh escape your lips once again. You feel as you’re drunk on his scent or maybe lost in him. It’s like another fork is in the road, it started with him and now will it come back to him? He says the same thing with the same tone, make the same actions, but each has such a different meaning to you. If someone were to ask what you like about him, you can’t decide, you like everything about him. You need his touch again, him holding you. You yearn to wake up in his arms till the morning comes, in his paradise. His love falling down on him like rain. You yearn to be with him for all 24 hours of the day, in his arms. Forever like a long dream, his love. First seeing him, you had no doubt that your eyes turned into hearts. The way he talks, the way he spits out his words. His scent, gestures and the way he talks to you, you are in love with it. You crave him even more as the more you think about him, his touch, the way he holds you. His touch lingering on your body. You want to walk with him on the clouds, your hands held together. When you close your eyes, it gets clearer and clearer. A sudden cough snapped your head up. “Where the hell have you been?”

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sinto-hell · 7 years ago

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boys n fashion

i have uuuuuh very specific ways to imagine how the boys look because i’m never satisfied with canon and i Cannot Fucking Draw™ and i scream a lot about fashion so (mostly because what the fuck is fashion sense in otome i’m looking at u dmmd what the FUCK were those yellow socks and that jacket AN ALSO NOIZ’S ENTIRE FUCKING OUTFIT IM SO ANGRY) anyway this got a bit out of hand lmao i love clothes

nathaniel

LOTS OF SWEATERS

wears a shirt under his sweater with the collar poping out

“preppy” but not frat boy preppy. like comfy casual pretty. soft n warm like marshmallow. he looks soft but he could easily deck u into next week

lots warm cardigans

lots of light wash jeans. doesn’t really wear black or dark colored jeans. also always cuff his jeans

white adidas are the shoes he usually wears to school

he fucking despises flannels they’re the ugliest thing in his opinion

owns a lot of scarves; never wear any of them

he knows he looks good in stripes so he has a lot of stripped shirt

hoodies are for lazy days

one (1) pair of black ripped knees jeans. usually pair them with a creme sweater

also tries to make his hair behave but he just. can’t. so he tries to make it fashionably disheveled.

owns one of those jacket thats like denim but the sleeves and the inside are like a regular sweater and theres a hood god i want one of those

probably has glasses he wears to read

(i remember i saw an artist that basically drew him dressed like this but i cant remember their name so there’s that)

castiel

boi is a punk

his wardrobe is 90% band shirt, they’re literally almost all he wears

owns 4 my chemical romance shirt

he has two denim jacket: one black with various pins and small patch on it and one light wash with a big ass misfits patch on the back

also probably found his leather jacket in a thrift store

unironically buys those bad translation shirt that says shit like “try my delicious salt beef” or “way the bridge i burn high the way” credit to @mclfutarinotamashi for that one

90% of his band shirts are really worn out because he wears them so much

owns a pair of og black converse and red doc martens

usually always has his roots showing and has taken a liking in tying his hair in a half bun. sorta. but he mostly live in his natural bedhead

lys once braided his hair and he didn’t like it on him but he thought it was really relaxing

has a fuckton of spiked bracelet and rubber band bracelets, but only wears one or two at a time nowadays. he used to wear a lot more. like. a lot.

black jeans all the way

also ripped jeans

also own two or three big sweater, and one of them his hands just. disappear when he wear it.

lysander

don’t get me wrong i love the victorian fashion but;; it aint realistic

peg leg trousers. google it. he’d wear the heck out of that.

owns a lot of fancy black pants

he has those weird pants i’ve been looking for, they’re high waisted and really flowy and they’re called culottes. his are black with white stripes and he owns a black only version

he totally owns a green velvet skirt fight me on this

has a lot of scarves and wears them all

has a simple but very nice pair of brown boots for casual days and fucking 5 inches new rocks platform shoes with buckles all over for when he’s extra

a true Goth™

lots of turtlenecks and long sleeve black shirts. did i mention turtlenecks

he totally owns this sweater in green and black

he loves high waisted pants

plays a bit on androgyny, as he knows he’s pretty tall, but also very delicate so skirt are the fucking shit on him

owns a trench-like coat. with a hood. also long cardigans

sometimes when he’s extra he’ll play a bit into the steam punk territory

experiment a bit with makeup, but only on his eyes, he still shy away from lipstick

he braid his hair to sleep so it has nice waves the next day. cares a lot about his hair actually

also basically how @veroww dresses him what a babe

armin

oh boi what a mess

lots and lots of hoodies and generally clothes with hoods so he can hide in them and sleep

literally owns this and that (i have that one and it makes me look like a jedi, so another reason why he’d wear it)

nerd shirts. you know the type.

like he has 3 pokemon shirts and 4 marvel. alexy will not let him go out of the house wearing those. the only one hes allowed to be seen with in public is his star wars one

and fucking memes shirt

like he probably has a white shirt with a shiba inu on it

got that shirt that says “why be racist, sexist, homophobic and transphobic when you could just be quiet” with alexy so they match

one of these guys that only wears black skinny jeans or sweatpants

basically nerdy emo

has like. 2 pair of shoes. really dirty vans that he wear everywhere and a nice pair of boots for like. ass kicking purpose. kidding alex probably made him buy them

“vans or converse?” “vans what the fuck am i an animal”

probably owns a trasher hoodie (ok now thats me projecting bc i headcanon the only sport he can kind of do is skating so) (beside SK8ER BOI ARMIN AM I RIGHT)

also yes, a lot of beanies

anything comfortable, really; doesn’t really own a lot of fancy or statement pieces he wears regularly.

kentin

alex is right ok the military pants looks great and he probably has a great ass in it but jesus boy please change up ur game

i actually haven’t thought a lot about his fashion sense probs because i dont write him as often as the twins or cas or do i thirst over lys

but @ne-neptune has drawn him with glasses and a big jacket today and im lov

probably owns a carhatt jacket thats a bit too big on him

rolls up his sleeves. always. wether his shirts are long sleeves or short sleeves. he. rolls them up. sip sip THEM ARMS THO

wears a concerning amount of beige and green.

LIKES KNITTED SWEATERS OK. HE IS SOFT™

has a camo jacket

wears a lot of baggy pants but is also warmin up to more slim jeans, (not skinny bc its too tight and he doesn’t understand how armin and castiel do it) bc he knows his ass looks gr8

finally bought himself a new pair of fancy glasses he think he look ok with. hint: he’s both cute & fucking hot with them and everyone is thirsty.

combat boots all the way. he does own a pair of old converse that are seriously starting to be worn out, but he still wears them sometimes

alexy because i fucking can

now that’s my B O I

Thriftshop Fashionista™

seriously this boy love thrifstores. he once fucking found gucci shit in there. he’s lucky.

vintage/90s clothes aesthestic.

lightwash jeans with a big belt, weird dad shirt tucked into his jeans

HE TUCKS HIS SHIRT IN HIS JEANS

AND ALSO CUFF THEM WHAT A FASHION ICON

probably also own some peg leg trousers like lysander

his favourite pair of jeans is one he found in a really sketchy store, theres hole at the knees and the bottom of the legs are ripped and there are flower patches going down the entire left side (fun fact: one of my friend has these exact pant he found in a thriftsore and every time he wears them i’m just like. vogue is shook. what a fucking look. fashion icon.)

also probably owns a sweater with roses embroidery

has like 4 denim jacket, each very different; one with patches all over it, one with a giant gay flag on the back, one black with rips in it, and one plain light wash

has one of those weird flashy colored 90s jacket that’s like baby blue and bright orange. it was his mom’s. he stole it from his mom. she let him keep and re question her fashion choices every time he wears it.

weird 90s and dad shirt are his shit. also really big sweaters. weird colors. this boy own a purple knitted sweater with a yellow wolf patch on the back. rosalya hates it. he probably bought it out of spite.

also owns vans. and a pair of combat boots. and a pair of converse. and one pair of black high heels. and orange sneakers. and brown fancy leather boots. and-

he probably steals armin’s trasher hoodie for the aesthetic

also steals his beanies bc what he has like 10

loves embroidered clothes or things with patches or weird flower designs on them

also big ass red sunglasses worn ironically.

vogue is fucking shook by this boy

and that’s all folks

#my candy love #mcl #mcl nathaniel #mcl castiel #mcl lysander #mcl armin #mcl alexy #mcl kentin #mcl headcanon #fashion #i did;; a lot for alex and lys #but u know #theyre the most fashionable in canon so i built on that

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