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[sportsthoughts]

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[nojey]

unnoticed

quackity / alex x streamer!reader

genre: fluff -> angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): cursing, suggestive jokes

synopsis: you had known alex since you started streaming but none of your viewers knew. you started getting closer and eventually you started streaming together but your viewers didn’t like that.

“(y/n)!” alex screamed into his phone after you answered the facetime call.  “yes, my love?!” you screamed back. alex giggled and asked, “do you want to stream sometime soon? i mean like, we’ve known each other for a few months and we haven’t streamed together, i know you’re a fairly new streamer but i even asked dream if you could come onto the smp, and i have something planned- well karl and sapnap helped me plan it- but that’s not the point, the point is-” he rambled.  “alex? are you asking me on a minecraft date?” you asked. “no! well, maybe, okay yeah. i’m asking you on a minecraft date.” he confirmed.  “i’d love to go on a minecraft date with you, alex.” you said, blushing a bit. 

truth is, you’ve had a crush on alex for a few months. when he first slid into your dms you didn’t really expect it, but it turned out to start a beautiful friendship. you always flirted with alex in hopes that he’d notice, but it never seemed like he did. he never retaliated back but little did you know, he was just too shy to.

“uh- okay great! tomorrow, at 3pm your time, stream it. we’re going to have a lot of fun. wear pajamas, or you know- just be comfortable okay?” he rushed. you laughed a bit and said, “yes alex, of course. bye now,” then smiled and hung up. 

you immediately went tot twitter and started a thread: @(y/s/n): this weeks stream schedule (times are pst): @(y/s/n): tomorrow @ 3pm: minecraft date w/ someone i haven’t streamed with yet  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ↳ @ quackity: i wonder who this might be hmMmMMmm @(y/s/n): tuesday @ 1pm: i somehow got invited to an among us lobby w/ corpse, sykkuno, valkyrae, disguised toast, quarterjade, masayoshi, peterparktv, jacksepticeye, and ludwig  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ @(y/s/n): wednesday @ 1pm: if things don’t go well w/ person on monday- looking for a mc boyfriend! ↳ @ quackity: WELL THAT’S RUDE TO ASSUME THAT THINGS WONT GO WELL (Y/N) @(y/s/n): thursday @ 3pm: chitchat w/ nihachu !! @(y/s/n): friday @ 2pm: pummel party w/ ??

as soon as you tweeted all them out, you looked at replies and saw that quackity had replied to both monday and wednesday schedules. giggling to yourself, you replied back to him.

@(y/s/n): @ quackity way to make it obvious alex, if you wanna date me just say it (¬_¬) @(y/s/n): @ quackity how can you assume that it will go well alex (Ő-Ő) ↳ @ quackity: i just know (y/n)!!! truST ME!!!!

laughing once more, you plugged your phone into the charger and went to bed, excited for what alex had planned for you two tomorrow. 

getting ready for the minecraft date was very nerve wracking. the only thing you could think about was whether alex considered this a real date or not. deep inside you hoped that this was a real one. 

the ringing from your phone disrupted your thought. looking down on the screen you saw that the one person you were thinking of was calling you. 

“hello?” you answered. “hi, (y/n), are you ready?” alex asked. “uh, yeah, i just- i just need to start my stream and introduce what we’re doing.” “okay, um- i’m going to send you a link to the dream smp discord server. join it and join vc 4.” he replied.  “for sure, see you then.” you smiled. “see you.” he said and hung up.

“fuck,” you said and wiped your hands onto your pants. you definitely weren’t ready but still, joined the discord server and joined vc 4 then deafened. you set up your stream and hit go live.

“hey everyone! as you may know, if you follow my twitter, today i’m going on a minecraft date! uh no, no one knows who it is yet, but i have a feeling a LOT of you already know who it is.” you said, reading chat and wiggling your eyebrows.

“okay, i’m going to join the server and then share my screen when he’s standing in front of me.” you started playing some music so your viewers didn’t get bored while they waited for you to start. 

once you were logged into the smp you privately messaged alex and asked him where he was. before he could answer you turned around to look at the walls you were surrounded by and screamed out after seeing quackity’s naked body behind you. 

“chat, i’m okay, just got scared. um anyways, yeah.”  you said and showed your screen, revealing the man himself. “quackity!” you screamed into your mic. “jesus christ, (y/n) we can save screaming my name for later.” he said in a suggestive voice. you then started punching him and after each punch you said, “stop. saying. suggestive. comments. we haven’t even started the date yet!”  “okay, okay, okay! i’m literally going to die, (y/n) stop!!” he yelled out. you kept hitting him to see if he was lying but after the second punch quackity was slain by (y/mc/n) showed up in the chat. 

ranboo: i see that the date is going well

you started laughing uncontrollably while alex was silent. “(y/n),” he said in a more serious voice. you hummed as he continued his sentence. “why did you kill me?” “i wanted to know if you were lying. was that a canon life? i think that should be a canon life.” you laughed. “no it wasn’t a fucking canon life. (y/n) you’re not even an official member of the smp!” he said. “i could be,” you said wiggling your eyebrows and crouching up and down. “anyways. follow me, i’m bringing you to where we’re having our date.” so you followed him and when you reached your destination you were at party park with karl and sapnap standing in front of you. 

“hello boys. what are you doing here on our date. is this an amusement park date, quackity? i didn’t take you for that type of guy. it’s kind of cheesy.” you rambled. “no! this isn’t where our date is happening. jeez, have a little more faith in me (y/n).” he said, moving his minecraft character to look at you slowly and creepily. “well there wasn’t much to begin with,” you said, chuckling a bit. you heard karl and sapnap giggling to what you had said.  “hey! take that back!” quackity said, punching your minecraft character. you audibly gasped and turned to look at karl and sapnap again. “you guys saw that right? he just hit me.” you said, faking shock. they both quickly nodded their heads. “i can’t believe you would hit me on our first date.” you said, turning to look at him this time. “you literally killed me!” he yelled out.

so this went on for about 30 more minutes till quackity explained to you that your date would pretty much be a minecraft manhunt with quackity, sapnap, and karl hunting you but you had to find something instead of defeating the enderdragon. if they killed you and they won, you owed alex a real date. no stream, just them. 

“you’re going to hunt me for our first date?” you asked in disbelief. quackity then nodded his head up and down in a very fast motion. “mm cool,” you said as you punched him and ran away in a different direction.

it had been about 45 minutes and you killed karl and sapnap twice, but quackity had not been seen the whole time. but as you were running away from sapnap, quackity appeared in front of you and you faked trying to kill him, letting him just kill you because you wanted to go on that second date with him. 

(y/mc/n) was slain by quackity ranboo: date still going really well, looks like you guys are really hitting it off!

“awe man, looks like i have to go on another date with quackity!” you said. sarcastically faking the disappointment. reading your chat for the first time this stream, it wasn’t your usual happy messages. instead they were filled with negativity.

i don’t see why quackity wants to go on a date with them why did dream let them on the smp?? there are so many other content creators who deserve to be on the smp way more than they do they’re so fucking annoying begging for attention much?

so you grew quiet and just listened to quackity end off his stream while you ended yours without saying anything. but once he finished saying goodbye to his stream, you immediately said bye to him.

“i’m gonna go now alex, thank you for the minecraft date. text me the details for the next. bye.” you rushed.

alex found it really weird that you had just left like that, you guys almost always stayed on call after he finished streaming for at least 3 hours just talking. but he let it slide, hoping it wasn’t something he had done.

you went onto twitter to update about your streaming schedule. @(y/s/n): looks like my stream schedule may be moving around because i’m going on a second date with @ quackity!

alex quickly went to go reply to it but gazed over the replies to your tweet and wasn’t very happy with them. you don’t deserve to go on another date with him you’re literally just using him for clout what an attention whore leave him alone already!

knowing that you barely ever got hate, he quickly called you instead. thinking very hard about what he was about to do. looking at your phone you saw that alex was facetiming you, you wiped your face from the tears that had fallen and sniffled, hoping you didn’t sound too congested.

“hello?” you said. “hey um, i have to tell you something.” he replied. the serious tone of his voice got you very nervous. was he about to confirm everything your chat had told you or even the tweets you just read? “i really like you, (y/n).” he said. you looked at your phone in surprise and he continued. “and i really don’t know if you feel the same way about me but i read the replies to your tweet and i know that you’re a pretty new streamer and i just don’t want you to already be getting hate because of me, you don’t deserve that. you’re an amazing person and i just, i don’t want to be the reason you’re getting hate. so i think it’d be best if we just laid off talking to each other for now.” “i like you too, alex.” you whispered. “but i respect your decision. goodbye for now?” you said, offering a smile to the screen he was displayed on. it looked like he was just as shocked as you when he told you how he felt. “uh, yeah. goodbye for now. don’t be a stranger (y/n).” you smiled once more and hung up.

as soon as you hung up you started crying again. you really liked alex, but maybe you didn’t show that well enough, because if you did, maybe you guys would’ve been together at this point.

the next day, you streamed normally with a faked high energy that nobody seemed to notice, this time not paying attention to your chat. deep inside you really just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep all your stresses away. it really sucked to find out the guy you’ve had a crush on liked you back but he decided to end whatever you guys had going on.

but your chat couldn’t know so you kept a fake facade on, hoping no one asked about him.

though to alex, it looked like you were so unbothered by him pretty much ending your friendship. he started slightly believing the tweets that mentioned how you were just using him for clout. but after really thinking about it, he realized, why would you have been friends with him months before, without any of your fans knowing if you really were just using him. so he scolded himself and went about his day.

you were ending your stream with a big smile, as soon as you hit that end streaming button that smile was gone. you changed into a hoodie and curled into your bed. you just looked up at your ceiling and started crying, you pretty much lost the guy you really liked. your feelings being unnoticed by the public eye.

[kingkatsuki]

listen I'm not saying you should do camboy shinsou next... but 👀

When Shinsou realises how much he can turn people on with just his voice alone? It’s game over. He doesn’t even have to do much on his live streams and his viewers are salivating. He always starts the streams fully clothed, tight shirts showing the outline of his defined muscles. At the start of his camboy career he never takes any clothes off, never gets himself off. The only movements are him palming himself through his tight slacks. Leaving his viewers craving more, his donations slowly rise as he gets his viewers off from his husky voice alone.

“What am I going to do with you?” He heaves a sigh, looking directly into the camera as you feel yourself getting wet without anything lewd even happening.

He’s so quiet and sultry, teasingly inviting you to be a good little kitty and come to sit on his lap, whispering sweet nothings softly into the microphone. Telling you how pretty you look and calling you his precious little kitty. But he’s quick to switch roles, asking you if your panties are wet, if you’re needy for him, telling you that naughty kitties need to be punished.

“Such a naughty little Kitty, are you that desperate for my cock?” He smirks at the camera as he watches donation after donation roll in, the comments begging and pleading with him to show his viewers more.

Shinsou always waits until the donations are at just the right amount before he even considers showing any skin. When he finally does unzip his trousers to pull his hard cock out the chat explodes.

“You’re so disobedient, Kitty. I should make you suck my cock until you learn your place.”

His OnlyFans account is just as teasing. All he has to do is send pictures of his lap, his large palms or random toys and it as everyone thirsting. “Got a new toy for my Kitty.” He snaps a picture of a purple collar in his hands, the silvery studs glistening against the flash of his cell phone as he holds it up teasingly. His face is barely visible in the mirror due to the bright light but it's enough to make his viewers salivate. Immediately sliding into his DMs.

“Look what you’ve done to daddy.” He snaps another picture, this time a hand clasped around his large bulge inside tight boxer-briefs, showcasing his impressive size as he lay against tousled bed sheets.

He’s always a lot more active on his private Snapchat or OnlyFans when it's coming close to his live stream time. Trying to rile up his fans to get them ready to spend more on his shows, to tell him what they’d like to see him doing and how much they love him. He always uses this information for when he starts his actual streams.

“Oh, Kitty. You’ve been so naughty today.”

It’s much easier to get a private show from Shinsou other than other camboys because he likes to actually see what he does to you. Having complete control of you on camera and telling you exactly what he wants you to do. If you get a message from Shinsou’s private Snapchat asking you to send a picture you better reply in a timely manner or else you’ll be getting punished-

[freddiesaysalright]

Peace Like a River Part 10

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

Word Count: 3.4K

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A/N: Alright!! This is more of a set for the coming chapter, but still lots of great stuff! We meet Y/N’s new assistant and find out what happened between Stacy and Henry! Also, Gwilym is maybe catching on!!!! Y’all enjoy :)

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI  Part VII  Part VIII  Part IX

Part 10 here we go!!!

You read his letter over and over again. The whole trip home to Los Angeles, you pondered how to respond. What should you say? Should you come clean in the letters? Would he believe you if he did? Then, there was the matter of his confession and what he said.

Dear Friend. I’m afraid our correspondence must soon come to an end. I’m sorry if this comes as a shock to you, but I’ve met someone. As much as I’ve cherished getting to know you, and connecting with you over our shared interests, the person I’ve come to love is now in front of me. I always could picture a life with you. But she is the one person I cannot imagine my life without. 

That being said, my invitation to meet still stands. I’d like for both of us to have some closure, so we won’t spend our whole lives wondering. If you’d prefer to let things lie, that would be alright, too, but I hope you’ll agree with me and have a proper conclusion. Let me know what you decide. Sincerely, Dear Friend.

Your mind raced with everything you had to consider. The time to come clean was upon you. When and where to do it appropriately was the only question left to answer. You knew Gwilym loved you. It was right there in black and white. Crystal clear. That made you so happy you could burst into song and dance. But, a fresh wave of guilt came with the demise of his relationship to Dear Friend.

He told you he was in love with her. Did any of those feelings still linger? How much did he still care? Enough to still want to meet, that was for sure. But he was also willing to just let it go. For you.

Part of you was a little offended. Could he really not even entertain the idea that you were the same person? He told you how alike you and Dear Friend were - which was obvious to you - but had it even crossed his mind? You had to talk to him and find out where his head was at and what he hoped for from all of this.

The only problem was that when you got back to LA, you were busy. You were shopping for Violet’s Christmas gifts, interviewing for a new assistant, your agent was hounding you about a film role she liked for you, and you were trying to squeeze in time to even just tell Gwilym you missed him. Texting was okay, but you missed seeing his face and the sound of his voice.

The only person who probably missed him more than you was Violet. She was pretty depressed, despite being excited for Christmas. Usually, she was in bed when you had time to call or FaceTime with Gwilym, so she missed a lot of it. The moments she did get to talk to him were brief, either in the car or over breakfast before your busy day.

You had booked your trip to London already. You’d be flying in on the twenty-first, just days before Christmas, and you’d stay through the New Year. Violet was incredibly excited. So much so, she was literally counting down the days with an Advent calendar. She had asked you to circle the day you were going to see Daddy, and you obliged.

One week before your departure, you interviewed a final candidate for your assistant. It was a man a little younger than you, named Adam, and his resume was impressive. It was all a matter of what you and Violet thought of him. You were conducting interviews at your house, and when the doorbell rang, she rushed to answer it.

“Hi!” Adam said brightly, smiling at her. “Are you the one hiring an assistant?”

She giggled. “No, silly, it’s my mommy!”

“Of course!” he said dramatically, gently hitting his forehead with the heel of his hand. “I am silly. You just seemed like such a busy girl.”

You grinned. He was already on the right track.

“Adam?” you said, coming to the door.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he returned, extending his hand.

“Y/N,” you told him, shaking it. “Come in, please.”

He followed you into the kitchen, Violet on your heels. She took to Adam quickly, whereas the others seemed sort of put out by her. It was refreshing.

“So, tell me why you left your most recent job,” you said as you took a seat across from him at the table.

“Things weren’t working out with her,” he said.

“Can I ask why?” you wondered.

He took a deep breath. “I might as well tell you so I don’t run into a similar issue. I have a boyfriend. I just came out earlier this year, and she didn’t agree with my ‘lifestyle.’”

You frowned. “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

He shrugged, but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that told you it bothered him more than he was letting on. 

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really not,” you said. “But just so you know, it makes no difference to me.”

He forced a smile. “That’s a relief.”

“So tell me about your strengths as an assistant,” you said.

He immediately straightened up and grew more positive. He was an impressive person, and throughout, he was considerate of both you and Violet. You allowed her to ask questions too, only they tended to pertain to things like if he liked chocolate, and if he did, whether or not he would share with her on the occasions that he had any. He assured her that he would.

“Well, I believe those are all my questions,” you said with a chuckle. “Anything else from you, Vi?”

“Will he come with us to see Daddy?” she wondered.

“Daddy?” Adam questioned.

“My boyfriend,” you said. “He lives in London and we’re going there next week for Christmas.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Sweetie, Adam probably has his own family he wants to see during the holiday,” you explained to your daughter.

“Actually,” he said. “My boyfriend is traveling with his family, and I don’t really speak to mine….” he trailed off.

“Oh, you’d really like to come?” you wondered. “But it’s Christmas, you shouldn’t have to work.”

“I’d love it actually,” he said. “I hate the idea of spending another one by myself.”

You smiled. “Alright. I’ll get you a ticket.”

“And I’ve already got a passport,” he returned with a smirk.

That afternoon, you got a call as you were starting on dinner. You were shocked at the name on the caller ID. It was Stacy. Curious, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” she said, and you could hear that she had been crying.

“Stacy,” you returned coolly. “What do you want?”

“Well, um, I just spoke to Henry and he dumped me,” she said. “I was just wondering if you’d talked to him or...well…”

You sighed. “No, I haven’t.”

“Really?” she pressed. “He didn’t even give a reason, so I thought…”

“You really think he’d start listening to me all of a sudden?” you replied. “If he ended it, it’s because he didn’t feel it anymore or he couldn’t use you anymore. In either scenario, you’re better off, believe me.”

“Alright,” she sniffled. “I guess I’ll leave you alone then.”

“Goodbye, Stacy,” you said, and hung up.

You were conflicted about how you felt about this new development. You’d resigned yourself to the fact that Stacy would stay with Henry, and you hated the potential harm that could come to her, but you did what you could. The fact that Henry broke up with Stacy despite how the meeting went pissed you off a little. It meant his threat was empty. He was going to leave her anyway. You’d put yourself and your family through that whole ordeal only to find that he was bluffing. He’d used your vulnerability. Of course he had.

Then again, part of you was glad for the confrontation. You no longer feared Henry. Punching him had pretty much rid you of any remaining fear. Gwilym had jokingly named the punch The Defibrillator since you’d struck two spots in the chest at the same time. But in all seriousness, you felt that sense of overcoming your past which had haunted you. Shedding that shadow. That counted for something. You just hated that you’d frightened your daughter and put Gwilym in danger.

You looked out into the living room and watched Adam playing with Violet - she was introducing him to all her stuffed animals - and smiled. The part of your life with Stacy, Henry, and even Dear Friend was done now. You just had to take care of that last bit.

After dinner, you put Violet to bed and Adam offered to help with the dishes in exchange for you feeding him. When you came back down the stairs, you found him at the sink. He had a strangely guilty look on his face.

“What’s up?” you wondered.

“Girl, do you know what year it is?” he returned.

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

“You’re still writing letters? In this day in age?”

Your cheeks went pink.

“You saw my letter?!”

“I didn’t snoop or read it!” he insisted. “It was on the counter and I got water on it. It looked important so I dabbed it with a rag and saw it was a real handwritten letter and suddenly it was the early twentieth century.”

“Come on, everyone likes getting mail,” you argued.

“He’s not overseas fighting World War I,” he retorted. “Slide in the DMs like everybody else.”

You rolled your eyes.

“So, it’s your boyfriend you’re writing to?” he asked.

“I thought you said you didn’t read it,” you said.

“Okay, but I have eyes, so I caught a few things,” he shot back. “Are y’all breaking up?”

“No,” you told him. “He doesn’t know he’s writing to me.”

“O...kay…” he began. “We don’t have time to unpack what you just said to me, but luckily, we have a very long plane ride coming up soon.”

You laughed. “Alright, I’ll explain everything then.”

You helped him finish the dishes and then he left. You went to your desk to write back, but then you got another call. This time, the name thrilled you. It was a FaceTime call from Gwilym.

“Hey, baby,” you said as you picked up. 

“Hello, love,” he replied. “How are you?”

“Good!” you told him. “I hired a new assistant today.”

“That’s wonderful,” he said. “What are they like?”

“His name is Adam…”

You told him about it and then he caught you up on the goings on in his life as well. When you came to a lull in conversation, you decided to bring up what had been weighing on you.

“So, there’s something we haven’t talked about,” you said. “I forgot about it after everything that’s happened, but it’s important.”

“What is it?” he wondered.

“Are you sure you have time to talk about it?” you asked. “Isn’t it like four in the morning there?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “It’s why I called. Let’s talk about it.”

You took a deep breath. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about...Dear Friend.”

“Oh,” he said, and his face fell. “Yes, I figured you’d have questions. Things with her have not been romantic in nature for some time.”

“How do you feel about that?” you asked.

“It’s sort of sad,” he began. “I feel I sort of lead her on only to disappoint her. In a way, I felt I was being unfaithful. But...I couldn’t help what happened between us. As soon as I knew how I felt about you, I told her.”

“And...are you still writing to her?”

“I wrote to her just before I left New York,” he said. “That’s when I explained everything. In the spirit of honesty, I should tell you I’ve still asked her to meet. I want to have proper closure with her.”

You nodded. He frowned.

“You’re not surprised by that?” he questioned.

You blinked. “Oh! Um, no, I am. Sorry, it’s just a lot to process. Do you...do you still care for her?”

“It’s more of a friendly feeling now,” he said. “Because my feelings for you formed. Although honestly, it began to feel like you two were the same person at times. So I felt really conflicted.”

Tell him! Your mind screamed at you. Tell him now, you coward!

“Funny,” you said weakly.

“Do you want me to call it off?” he asked. 

You considered it. You wondered if calling it off would make it easier. But you also didn’t want him to wonder. An idea came to you. You weren’t sure if it was the noblest thing, but damn, it was romantic. And if anyone deserved a little romance, it was Gwilym. Especially after everything he’d endured with you and supported you through.

“No,” you said. “I want you to get what you need out of it.”

“That’s...surprisingly understanding of you,” he said.

“Gwilym, I love you,” you told him. “I only ever want you to be completely happy. If meeting her will help you, then I’m gonna be supportive.”

“I appreciate that,” he said. “More than you know.”

“I love you so much,” you said again.

“I love you too,” he replied with a small smile.

“Are you okay?” you wondered. 

He looked almost sad. Disappointed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, but you could tell something was off.

“Gwil,” you pressed.

“I suppose I’m just...I dunno...a bit sad,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“I’ve been writing to this woman for over a year,” he said. “I really...I really thought she was it for me. Happy as I am to have found you, I feel terrible that I’ve hurt her. Or will hurt her. It’s the end of something special.”

You wished you could tell him you were feeling the same way. Even though you knew, it felt sort of bittersweet. All the excitement and mystery would be gone.

“And it sort of makes me feel like the whole thing was just a fantasy,” he said. “That I couldn’t truly love someone without meeting them despite all the ways we connected. It makes me feel so foolish to have believed in it at all.”

Your heart ached for him.

“You’re...you’re not foolish,” you assured him. “You’re a romantic. If it helps, I don’t think what you shared with Dear Friend was just a fantasy. Feelings like that are real and can affect you. You care enough for this person to hurt for her now that it’s over. That’s real.”

He sighed and didn’t answer.

“Besides,” you went on. “Who cares what it means to others as long as you know what you meant to each other?”

His eyes went wide and he gaped at you.

“Y/N -”

You yawned before he could ask the question you’d planted in his mind.

“I’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Hold on - Y/N -!”

“Good night, Gwil!” you chirped. “Love you!”

You waved to him and he sputtered to keep you on the phone, but you hung up, smirking. You wanted to surprise him, but it couldn’t hurt to drop a hint. Giggling to yourself, you began your reply letter.

Dear Friend, you began. I’m not at all surprised by the news you’ve met someone. I’ve had my suspicions since you stopped writing “I love you” before the end of your letters. Let me first say, I completely understand. We can’t control who we fall in love with. I’m happy for you. Second, I also would like real and complete closure. Let’s try to meet again. I promise that I won’t run away this time, no matter what happens or who shows up.

You arranged to meet him on Christmas Eve at eight o’clock in the evening. The place was a park near Gwilym’s home, which you found after some meticulous Googling. You sealed up the envelope and addressed it, one last time. That familiar bittersweet feeling returned. This was the last letter. The end of Dear Friend.

This time, however, you weren’t scared. You had overcome more in the past few weeks than you had ever expected. You were proud of yourself. And you’d found Gwilym’s love amid all of it. It no longer felt uneven. You no longer felt unworthy. Gwilym loved you, and you believed him when he said it. No one could make you feel inferior to him. Not even yourself.

The next day, you went to put the letter in the mailbox just as Adam showed up for work. He laughed as he watched you put the flag up and everything. He got out of his car and you ignored his smug look.

“Letter writing is a lost art,” you said. “Now come inside and help me answer some emails.”

Chuckling, he followed you in. Violet gave a shout of delight at seeing him again.

“Good morning, Mister Adam!” she cried.

“You can just call me Adam, sweetie,” he said. “And good morning.”

“Want some pancakes?” she asked.

He looked at you to be sure there were enough. You nodded.

Well, sure,” he said, sitting down beside her.

You fixed him a plate before joining them with one of your own. Your phone rang and it was Gwilym, FaceTiming again. You answered just as you swallowed a bite of pancake.

“Morning, baby!” you said, leaning closer to Adam and showing Gwilym. “This is Adam, my new assistant!”

“Hello,” Gwilym said politely.

Adam turned his eyes on Gwilym and then choked on his coffee. 

“That’s your boyfriend?!” he cried. “That’s a real person?! He’s so handsome!”

Gwilym blushed. “Oh, my, that’s very kind of you.”

“He’s coming with us to London,” you said to Gwil.

“That’s great!” Gwilym said. “Listen, darling, I wanted to ask you something -”

“I wanna talk to him!” Violet whined. “Mommy, let me!”

“Hold on,” you said, looking at Gwil. “Violet wants to say hello.”

He chuckled. “Yes, of course.”

You propped your phone up facing Violet, who beamed.

“Hi, Daddy!” she said. 

“Hello, angel!” he returned. “How are you?”

She started jabbering away to him. Adam leaned over to you.

“Goddamn, Y/N!” he whispered. “That’s her dad?”

“Long story,” you said. “But no, her biological father isn’t in the picture. It’s sort of funny she just called him Daddy one day and it stuck.”

Adam glanced at the phone, where you both got a glimpse of Gwilym smiling at Violet.

“Shit, I’d call him Daddy too,” Adam muttered.

You snorted and burst into a fit of giggles. 

“Adam!” you scolded playfully. “You’re taken! And so is he!”

“I can look at the menu without ordering!” he argued, laughing. 

You enjoyed your breakfast, keeping Gwilym on the phone so it was like he was there with you. You missed him so much. You longed to reach over and take his hand. To feel his warmth and affection.

You could tell he wanted to ask you again about the reference to the letters, but it wasn’t a good time with Violet and Adam there. He was clearly disappointed when you did have to hang up and start with your day.

“Okay, so your first order of business is the movie role your agent has sent you…” Adam checked his laptop. “Four emails about. Literally in the last half hour.”

“Yeah, she’s pushy,” you sighed, picking up the plates to put them in the sink. 

“People stop doing that when you answer them, you know,” he returned.

You bit your lip. While it was tempting, the movie would begin shooting in Los Angeles within the year, and you weren’t sure where you’d be. You hoped you’d be in London, where your heart was.

“Turn it down,” you said.

“Are you sure?” he questioned, blinking with surprise. “It’s a big role.”

“I don’t have time,” you said with a shrug. “There are more important things I want to focus on.”

“Alright, I’ll let her know,” he assured you, already typing his message.

You smiled. It felt right. You needed to start thinking about what your future with Gwilym would look like. For you, he was also the one person you couldn’t imagine your life without. And thankfully, you wouldn’t be without him for much longer.

[estifrendyz]

Plz Send Nudes pt 2

Summary: When you accidentally send your Kpop bias nudes meant for your crush you find yourself heaving a sigh of relief. But then he sends you one back and your kind of at a loss for words. 

Warnings: Masturbation, eventual smut 

Jaebum and the rest of his members sat lazily in Yugeom’s lounge area. All too lazily to say their final goodnights and get up from their comfortable positions.

“Let’s play a game” This proposition came from BamBam who was lying lengthwise on the floor using Youngjae’s lap as a makeshift pillow. 

“What kind?” Jackson perked up from his sitting position in Yugeoms gaming chair directly across from Jaebum. 

“Mmm...Let’s all look at our DM’s and find the craziest thing a fan has said to us”

“That sounds studpid” Jinyoung cut in, the only member seated in the kitchen, eyes not leaving the script he was reading. 

“Why not!” BamBam whined looking to his partner in crime for support. 

“It could be fun” Yugeom came to his defense slowly pulling out his phone.

“Yeah, you open it and then they can see that you saw it. Even if you don’t reply I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Jaebum silently agreed with Mark. Most of the DM’s they received were harmless praise or encouraging words but some came from seriously unhinged “fans.”

“Bammie, sometimes I have a wet dream about you. I dream about you fucking me so hard and I squirt all over you-”

Jackson erupted in laughter, racing over to his friend and laying soft slaps on his shoulder in excitement.

Youngjae was taken completely by surprise and elected to leave his position at BamBam’s head support to join Jinyoung in the kitchen. 

“Wait wait let me find one,” Jackson said breathless eyes darting across his phone screen. Yugeom joined in the game, Mark turned his attention to the TV in attempt to ignore them. 

“Woah!” Jackson gasped pulling his phone close to his chest. All 7 pair of eyes flickered to him, “A girl sent me a nude.” 

“A girl or a woman” Jinyoung asked, he had since put his script down and was now entering the living room. “You can get into serious trouble Jackson” He scolded reaching his hand out to take his younger members phone. Reluctantly Jackson handed over the device and Jinyoung  scrolled and tapped across the screen. 

“She’s 24,” Jinyoung sighed in relief and tossed the phone back at Jackson’s chest.”No more of this guys. Messages are fine but you could potentailly open up child pornography.” 

Jaebum stood from his spot as well, feeling he as a leader should step in and end the night. 

“It looks like we are all crashing here so let’s just chill, Jinyoung is right. This could cause serious problems for GOT7, and any other group with JYP.”

Jackson looked down, his tail between his legs in submission and the others followed getting back comfy in their spots and following Mark’s attention to the TV.

Jinyoung shot his leader a half smile before returning to his script in the kitchen. 

Jaebum decided to spend the rest of the night in Yugeom’s guest for some quiet time before it would be interrupted by his other members. 

The room sat at the end of fall facing the street. A faded warm light washed the room. Jaebum quickly found the bed and slide down, pulling out his own phone. He never thought he would get nudes from his fans. 

The thought made his stomach flutter. He switched positions to lay on his side and pulled up his instgram. 

Jinyoung’s words rang in his head. This could cause serious problems for GOT7, and any other group withJYP. The leader didn’t know why he was curious, he had seen women naked before, been inside of women before. Still he found himself opening his DMs scrolling down the list. Reading what was available from the menu list it seemed like it was mostly positive messages or flirtatious comments. 

“Of course Jackson gets the good stuff” he murmured to himself. Ding

The instagram icon dropped down with a notification of a DM. Jaebum scrolled to the top of his messages menu. No message was displayed but an attachment icon.

A girl or a woman

Jarbum sat up slightly, digging his elbow in the mattress for support. @(Y/N) was the handle and his hands flew across the keyboard in order to take a closer look at your profile and more importantly your age. 

MSU alumni 

Will die for my cat

Natural hair enthusiast 

I teach in Korea!

Jaebum scrunched his nose, he really couldn’t understand this girls bio and her page was private. From what he gathered she loved cats and could be living in Korea and something about natural hair?

He pulled out of instagram and plugged into google for answers. Alumni meant she graduated college he concluded, also MSU must be the Uni she went to but he could not pinpoint that fact. She was at least old enough to be considered a woman, in fact, she had to be at least Jaebum’s age. 

He switched back over to the DM and pressed onto her message.

 His dick twitched. 

He couldn’t see her face but her body was something to behold. Her skin was a soft caramel color and her nipples a few shades darker. Her waist caved in dramatically but her hips set wide and inviting. Jaebum’s tongue swept across his lips as he zoomed into the picture. The picture cut at her bottom lip but he knew they were full and he imagined how they were look wrapped around him.

Admittedly Jaebum had only been with women like him, Korean. Not out of preference but out of scarcity, when he was on tour in other countries his time was limited and he opted to sleep instead. Being on stage got him off well enough until he could return home. 

He had never been with a black woman before, he’d watch American porn sometimes. The ebony porn stars came in all shapes and sizes but none looked quite like this girl. His hands slid down to his semi-hard dick and grouped himself shamelessly.

He was rough with himself and stifled his grunts into the sheets as he stared at the picture on his phone. Imagining the different positions he could fuck this girl in. He came in his hand and felt dirty. (Y/N) had intended you to use her picture for this purpose, he told himself. Jaebum felt embarrassed but his hunger went unfulfilled. He wanted to see more of this woman, he wanted to touch her soft skin. He desperately wanted to taste her. 

“You sent Namjoon a naked picture?” Kiya yelled reaching for my phone but (Y/N) quickly pulled back, 

“NO, I sent Lim Jaebum a naked picture!!” (Y/N) shrieked taking a second glance at my phone screen. “Oh my God, he seen it! It says he saw it at 1:42am,”

“1:42am? Well we know what he was doing.” Kyia emphasized her point, demonstrating jerking off moments with her hand. 

“This is absolutely EM-BARR-ASS-ING” (Y/N) whined handing her phone over to Kiya.

“Whoa no way he took a screenshot” Kiya gapped pulling the phone closer to her face. 

“What no way, let me see!” (Y/N) reached out for her phone and starred under the timestamp. At 2:02am, like Kiya said JB took a screenshot of her message. “Do you know what this means,” (Y/N) breathed throwing her hands to her face in pure shame.

“Uh yeah he played with himself for like 20 minutes and then took a screenshot so he could do it again later.”

“No! He’s probably showing all the members what a slut I am” (Y/N) melted into the couch, her hangover had evaporated and since placed with extreme embarrassment and something else? 

Excitement.

[rawmeanderson]

so you know what’s on my mind ― part I

plot: SURPRISE, PLD likes older women ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (age range 25-28) warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of sex???? word count: 5.1k also featuring: Boone, Jonesy, Andyman, Zach, and Ryan

As soon as you take the shot, you’re grimacing, shaking your head as you place the glass down on the table top. Seth seems to be having the same reaction, quickly reaching for his beer as a chaser.

“Fuck, Boone, this is why we never let you order the shots anymore,” you tease, laughing as you reach for your hard cider, taking a couple of long drinks. Boone just shrugs, grinning. Part of you wonders if he just likes seeing his friends in pain because of him.

“Yeah, dude, that was fucking nasty,” Seth says, shaking his head as he picks his phone up.

It was good to be out with them again, to have them back in Columbus. The season was starting up again soon, and the Blue Jackets players were slowly returning to the city, which meant you had some of your favorite drinking buddies back. You’d known Seth for as long as you could remember, and you’d ended up in Columbus for a job before he was traded. His teammates quickly became your friends as well, and you could out-drink most of them. They were all good guys, and you were happy to have them back in town after a long off-season.

You can feel that shot creeping up on you as the three of you catch up, a smile wide on your face as Boone and Seth talk about their trip to Nashville with Josh. Nothing exciting had been going on in your life, and you tease them the part of that had to do with the fact that they’d all be out enjoying the off season while you were stuck in the city. As Boone tries to convince you to do another shot, Seth’s attention is on his phone, and he puts it facedown on the table a second later.  

“I’ve been trying to get Andyman and PLD to come out, but Andy’s not answering and Luc says he’s busy playing COD,” Seth says, shrugging as he took a drink of his beer.

Boone snorts quietly, a grin sliding onto his features. “Tell Luc that Y/N’s here, that’ll get his attention,” he chimes in, making Seth roll his eyes.

You frown in confusion, exhaling a short laugh. “What do I have to do with it?” you ask, hand coming up to push your hair out of your face. You’re frowning, wondering if you’d missed something. Boone’s about to open his mouth again when Seth shoots him a look, and you sigh, shaking your head. “Did I miss something?”

“Nah, Luc just thinks you’re a hottie,” Boone says quickly before Seth can jump in to shut him up. Your eyebrows raise and you can’t help but laugh. That certainly wasn’t what you’d expected to hear, considering you’re more than half a decade older than him. Seth is obviously annoyed that Boone had said anything, and your brows knit together again as you try to piece together what’s happening at the table.

“Dude, this is why nobody fuckin’ tells you anything,” Seth says, scoffing softly as he finishes off his beer before excusing himself to go up to the bar for another. It was no secret that Boone had a tendency to let slip things that he shouldn’t, and he didn’t quite seem to care considering he never made any real effort to keep his mouth shut.

“So, when did PLD say that exactly?” you question, leaning into the table a bit more now that Seth wasn’t around to give Boone shit for spilling the beans. It was a lot to digest, and really, you were curious. Had he outrightly said it? Was it just in passing? The specifics of it nearly had your head spinning.

“He’s said it a couple of times, I guess,” he answers, shrugging slightly. “Anytime we invite him anywhere, he asks if you’re gonna be there. One time we were all teasin’ him about you and he got all blushy. I’m pretty sure he’s been working up the nerve to ask Seth for your number. Seems to me like the kid’s got it bad for you.”

“You sound a little jealous,” you tease, grinning at him. Boone laughs softly and shrugs again.

“Well, can’t say I don’t blame him.” Boone shoots you a wink, and you feel heat rise up your neck as you bite your lip to suppress a wider grin. You and Boone have hooked up a number of times in the past, just casually whenever the both of you were single.

A soft hum is really the only response you’ve got, knowing your own cheeks were a little flushed. Obviously, Pierre was a good looking guy, talented and sweet, and surely, he had his pick of any girl in the city, especially with Ohio State being practically right around the corner. Your self-confidence had wavered in years past, but you felt that you’d grown into yourself, and now, knowing Pierre was into you made your ego swell a bit. Taking a sip of beer, you reach for your phone and idly open Instagram, you’re still surprised by what Boone had told you. You’ve had a bit of a crush on Josh for quite a while now, and you feel like he’s been flirting with you more often lately.

Your mind start to wander within a moment, but Seth returns to the table. He’s gotten another hard cider for you and you thank him quietly as he sets it in front of you. “What’d I miss, huh? You tell her anything else you shouldn’t have?” he asks, eyes on Boone with a disappointed look on his face. It takes everything you have not to laugh, finishing off your first drink quickly, and Boone’s only response is to roll his eyes.

Obviously trying to change the subject, Boone asks how your summer was. Your response is to grin knowingly before you shrug, taking a quick sip from the bottle in front of you. “It was alright, I guess,” you say, fingers idly toying with the bottle. “Just worked and tried to live vicariously through you guys on all of your trips, really.” You’re grinning, exhaling a soft laugh as you glance at Seth. “Did Josh ever text you back?”

“Yeah, he’s up in Cleveland with Wenny at an Indians game, but he said to let him know the next

time we head out for a drink,” Seth responded, slipping his phone into his pocket. You nod simply and return your attention to your drink.

The three of you didn’t stay out together much longer, mostly since you had to get up for work in the morning. Boone decides to stay at the bar and Seth offered to give you a ride home, even though you only lived a couple of blocks away.

“Hey, I know it probably goes without saying, but don’t tell Luc what Boone said,” Seth say as the pair of you climb the stairs of the parking garage on the way to his car. You glance at him and laugh softly.

“Seth, what do you expect me to say? ‘So, Boone told me you were into me, is that true?’ C’mon, you know I wouldn’t do that,” you say, chuckling as you adjust your bag on your shoulder as the two of you step off the stairs. He scoffs at your comment and shrugs as he reaches into his pocket for his keys as you start approach his vehicle.

“Yeah, I know, but Luc wants your number so bad, and I’m having fun making him work for it, so I don’t want you making it easy on him.” Seth glances at you then with a grin and you roll your eyes, grateful that he’d look away as you feel your cheeks flush. You’re curious as to how exactly Seth is exploiting Pierre’s interest in getting your number, but you decide it’s best not to ask.

“We follow each other on Instagram, is he afraid to slide into my DMs or something?” you ask as Seth unlocks the vehicle and you slide into the passenger seat.

“Personally, I think he’s worried I’ll be pissed if he doesn’t have my approval or anything.” Seth sounds way too amused with all of this, glancing at you with a grin that makes you scoff. “I’ve let him know that you’re free to do whatever you want, including him or Boone.” His last comment earns a look of irritation from you that Seth meets with the same grin as before as he backed out of his parking spot.

“Please tell me you didn’t phrase it like that,” you say with a nervous chuckle. Truthfully, Seth only knew about Boone because he’d walked in on the pair of you a while back, and he brought it up every chance he got.

“Nah, I didn’t, I just like teasing you about it.” You roll your eyes then, shaking your head as you fight back a grin. You know that you’re blushing, you can feel the heat in your cheeks, and you turn your head to look out the window in an attempt to hide it.

By the time you wake up in the morning, the conversations from the night before are rather forgotten. Always lazy when you first wake up, you lay in bed and scroll through social media on your phone for a while before forcing yourself out of bed. Pierre had posted something to his Instagram story about his Call of Duty adventures from the night before, and grinning to yourself, you can’t help but reply to it with a quick “Hope the game was worth missing Boone get shut down by every girl at the bar!” As soon as you hit send, you regret it, biting your lip as you drop your phone on the end table and force yourself out of bed to get in the shower.

You forgot about replying to his story until you saw he’d responded when you were scrolling through Instagram on your lunch break at work. His response of “I thought that happened every time you guys went out” got a snort out of you, and you had to admit that he wasn’t wrong.

Taking a sip from your bottle of water, you were grinning as you typed out “Okay, you’re right, but still, missed seeing you! We’ll have to get together soon.” You felt antsy, giddy when you sent the message and couldn’t help but roll your eyes at yourself. It’d been ages since you’d flirted with a 20 year old, and you’d never been good at it, even when you were that age.

For the rest of the work day, you were thinking about Pierre. He’d messaged you back, agreeing that you guys needed to get together soon. You thought about giving him your number, but you knew Seth would be ticked if you ruined his fun already. Tapping your nails on your desk, you quickly Google the Blue Jackets schedule and you make a mental note to go shopping for a shirt with Pierre’s number on it to wear to a game.

A week passes, and Seth talked you into cooking dinner for a bunch of the guys. They all had a weak spot for your alfredo recipe, and really, who were you to say no, especially when Seth had Boone, Josh, and Zach text you, all saying please in an attempt to coerce you into cooking for them. Pierre even sent you a pouty faced selfie on Instagram, and really, that was what made you give in. Seth’s place was bigger, so he hosted everyone, even did the grocery shopping for everything you’d need. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love cooking for the guys, especially when Seth practically had them begging you.

You spent most of the day at Seth’s, just lounging on his couch as he played video games. You were excited to see everyone, especially the guys that you hadn’t seen since their season ended in April. Pierre had messaged you on Instagram the night before to ask if he should bring anything, and it made you smile. You’d told him not to worry about bringing anything, to let Seth go ahead and pay for everything pertaining to the little dinner party.

You’re making yourself busy in the kitchen as the guys started to show up, pausing here and there to greet them as they arrived. Zach arrives with a couple of bottles of wine and as you hugged him, you teased that it was nice that he was the one buying the wine now instead of you. He laughs says that it’s nice to see you, and as he leaves the kitchen, you hear him tell Seth that Ryan’s running late. A few minutes later, Boone and Josh show up at the same time, both of them coming into the kitchen to greet you.

“God, it smells incredible,” Josh says, placing the six pack of beer he’d brought on the counter as he approaches you. His arms looping around you in a tight hug as you chuckle, your arms wrapping around him comfortably. You can tell that he’s looking over your shoulder easily to scope out the progress of dinner, leaning into you a bit more. Yeah, that crush was still in full force, that was for sure.

“Glad to hear it,” you tell him, pulling back with a grin. From the corner of your eye, you see Boone try to swipe a piece of chicken from the skillet and you’re quick to slap his hand away, shooting him a warning look. He looks annoyed, but he’s grinning all the while and shooting you a wink as he moves out to the living room to where the rest of the guys were relaxing. You turn your attention back to Josh then, smile never leaving your face. “How was your summer? I heard you had a great time in Nashville!”

“Yeah, we really did. I wish you’d been able to join us, I always feel better when you’re there to supervise us,” Josh says, grinning back at you in a way that makes your cheeks flush. Not wanting him to see your blush, you turn back to the stove, trying to make yourself look busy as you quickly stir the linguine boiling in a pot. You can feel his eyes on you and it makes you feel a bit clumsy, accidentally splashing some of the boiling water on the stovetop. “You need help with anything?”

His question surprises you and you give him a quick smile as you shake your head. “Nah, I’ve got everything under control in here, go ahead and relax with the guys,” you say, gathering your hair up to tie it into a ponytail with the elastic around your wrist. Josh licks his lips as he nods, grabbing a bottle from his pack of beer and putting the rest in the refrigerator.

“Just yell for me if you need anything,” he tells you, and you nod with a smile as he leaves the kitchen.

Cooking for that many hockey players was never easy, and you may have gone a little overboard with how much food you were making, but hey, at least there’d be enough for everyone to have their fill. The broccoli was done steaming, so you turned off the burner, returning your attention to the alfredo sauce, stirring it with a whisk. Humming to yourself as you reached for the pepper grinder, you heard the front door open then close, and you glance up to see Pierre stepping into the kitchen.

“Hey, am I late?” he asks, sounding a little breathless as he looks from you to the food still cooking on the stove. Grinding some salt into the pasta sauce, you grin at him and shake your head as he moves into the kitchen.

“Nope, just in time. Everything’s almost done,” you tell him, putting down the pepper mill and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear. Glancing at the food still cooking on the stovetop, you decide you’ve got the chance to turn to Pierre with a wide grin, reaching up to pull him into a big hug. “It’s good to see you!”

You can tell he was a little surprised that you’d hugged him, his arm slowly rising to wrap around, his hand sliding over your back. He holds your body firm against his for a moment, and god, he smells so fucking good. Really, you could’ve stood there like that for hours, but sadly, you had more than half a dozen professional hockey players waiting on dinner. When you pull back, it looks like he’s blushing, and you turn back to the stove top as you feel yourself start to flush as well.

“How was your summer?” Pierre asks a second later after clearing his throat. You hear him move and as you stir the pasta again, you glance back at him. He’s leaning back against the counter then, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you.

“It was good!” you say, voice a bit too chirpy for your liking, a little nervous under his eye then. Clearing your throat, you try to focus on cooking again but it’s easier said than done. “I mostly just worked, really, nothing really exciting. How was yours though? It looks like you took some great trips.” You shift your weight from one foot to another and you hear him take a step closer to you.

“Yeah, it was good, but I’m ready to get back on the ice,” he says, and just from his tone, you can tell that he’s nodding. “Do you need help with anything?”

Sprinkling parmesan into the alfredo sauce, you hum softly, thinking over what still needs done. “You can test the pasta if you want, see if it’s done,” you say, nodding toward the pot of boiling pasta.

From the corner of your eye, you see him nod, reaching for the pasta spoon. He struggles a bit, every bit of the linguine sliding right off the spoon and he curses under your breath. You can’t help but laugh softly since you’ve always had the same problem. Pierre starts laughing along with you, shaking his head as he finally nabs a piece of pasta.

“Nicely done,” you tease, glancing up at him as you turn over the pieces of chicken breast in the skillet.

“Thanks,” he mutters, nudging you gently with his elbow before tasting the linguine. He takes a second to contemplate it, then shaking his head quickly. “Needs another minute.” Exhaling a soft laugh, you nod, thanking him softly for his valued opinion. That gets another laugh out of him, and you hear him take a breath like he’s about to say something, but instead, you both turn your heads as Seth enters the kitchen.

“Boone’s bitching about being hungry,” Seth says with an exasperated look. You roll your eyes as he continues, “Should I go ahead and take plates out to the table?”

“Yeah, go ahead. Only a couple more minutes,” you tell him and he nods, grabbing the plates and silverware you’d set out earlier.

Beside you, Pierre was stirring the pasta again, tasting another piece a moment later and nodding then. “Yeah, it’s done,” he confirms and he’s looking at you for further instruction.

“Collander’s in the cabinet next to the sink,” you say, nodding your head in back in the general direction of the sink.

You feel rather proud that everything on the stovetop had finished at the same time, so you were just waiting on the breadsticks to finish in the oven. After turning off the burners, you sprinkle some parsley, oregano, and a bit more parmesan into the sauce and stir a bit longer as you wait for it to thicken. Glancing over your shoulder, Pierre’s draining the pasta, obviously concentrating on making sure not to spill water everywhere.

“Want to tell everyone to come get plates?” you ask, reaching to turn the oven off as the timer on your phone sounds to let you know that the breadsticks are done. He nods in response to your question, and you’re quick to get the breadsticks from the oven, humming in approval at the fact that they were perfectly golden. After moving them to a cooling rack, you move to set everything out on the counter for the guys to make their plates, knowing it was a hell of a lot easier if they served themselves.

The guys filter into the kitchen quickly, all of them groaning appreciatively at the food laid out in front of them. Ryan had showed up without you noticing, and you’re quick to give him a hug as he scoops pasta onto his plate. “Thanks for dinner, Mom,” he teases, chuckling a bit as you roll your eyes.

Everyone knows to help themselves, and as they make their plates, you start cleaning up a bit to save time later despite Seth telling you not to worry about it. He always said that, despite knowing you’d never listen, and everyone makes sure to thank you as they head out to the dining room. You’d made enough pasta, chicken, broccoli, alfredo sauce, and breadsticks to nearly feed the whole damn team, but really, you enjoyed cooking for them, especially considering you hadn’t seen most of them in months.

Once everyone’s gotten their food, you make yourself a plate before pulling a bottle of hard cider from the fridge. You’re twisting the cap off when Pierre comes back into the kitchen, plate in hand, and you raise your eyebrows as you look at him.

“What’s up? You back for seconds already?” you ask teasingly, grinning at him.

He laughs quietly, sounding a bit nervous as he shakes his head. “No, I thought you were cleaning up already, I was going to see if you wanted any help,” he says, meeting your eye then.

You smile at his sweetness, shaking your head back at him. “Nah, Seth is the one who gets to clean up,” you say, chuckling before taking a sip from the bottle in your hand. “I was just waiting for everyone to get their food first. I was about to come sit down, don’t worry.” You flash him wide grin as you take a breadstick, making sure to grab a fork.

At the table, you end up sitting between Josh and Pierre, and if you had to guess based on the smirk on his face, Seth had made sure you ended up between the two of them. Ryan and Zach left pretty quickly after dinner, letting you tease them about eating, then ditching the party. To make up for it, Zach let you have the unopened bottle of wine in the fridge which was fine by you.

You spent the rest of the evening with a nice buzz, relaxing on the couch. Boone, Pierre, and Josh hung around for a while, all of you debating what to watch as Seth cleaned up after dinner. You’re comfortable around them, crushes and history aside, they were your best friends for the most part, and it was nice getting to spend time with them after the off season. Really, you were taking up most of the couch, and Josh had moved you feet to sit down, only to let you put your feet back in his lap. Boone had texted you a simple “👀👀👀” when he noticed, and you felt heat rising up the back of your neck. Pierre was sitting in the arm chair and you noticed him stealing glances at you, which did nothing to help the way you were flushing. He looks tense and you try to ignore it, Boone’s words from the week before rattling around your brain.

After a while, you decide that it’s time to head home, and Pierre stands up at the same time you do, announcing he should get going as well. You say your goodbyes, and Josh stands up to hug you, as does Boone. As your hugging him, Boone teases you that Luc had only been sticking around because you were still there, and immediately, you nudge him in the ribs as you roll your eyes. You know he’s not wrong, but either way, you’re blushing by the time you pull away.

In the elevator down to the parking garage, you and Pierre both stand there in a silence that weighs heavy between you. You’re biting your lip, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, and when he clears his throat, your eyes lift to his, expecting him to say something.

“Thanks for making dinner, by the way,” he says, the words coming out a little rushed, and you smile up at him. “I always forget how good your cooking is.” He laughs then, sounding a little bashful and you shrug. He looks so young then as you look up at him. Somehow, you’d forgotten just how tall he was over the summer, and just looking at him, it’s easy to forget that he’s so much younger than you.

“I like cooking for you guys, plus, I figure you guys could always go for a home cooked meal, given how often you guys are on the road,” you say, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear as the elevator stops in the parking garage. He lets you step out first, following as you head toward your SUV.

“Yeah, it’s nice not having to order out or try to cook on my own,” he admits with a grin, and the fact that he had added the ‘try to cook’ in there got a laugh out of you.

Really, you’re not sure if it was the way he’d been stealing glances at you earlier, or that he’d been so eager to help you out, but you decide that Seth’s had enough fun for himself. “Let me give you my number, that way whenever you don’t feel like trying to cook, you can just bug me and I’ll cook for you,” you tell him, fishing in your bag for your keys so you can unlock your vehicle.

Pierre’s clearly surprised, his cheeks flushing when you look up at him. He stammers for a second, shaking his head. “No, uh, you don’t have to do that, I’ll survive, don’t worry about me,” he says, licking his lips nervously.

Biting your lip, you smile at him, enjoying the fact that you’d got him flustered like that. “I don’t have to do what, cook for you, or give you my number?” you ask, teasing tone obvious in your voice. That only makes him flush a deeper shade of pink.

“Well, I mean, either, really,” he says, laughing finally as he brings a hand up to push through his hair. The pair of you have arrived at your vehicle and you can see his a few spaces down. He reaches into his pocket for his phone, focusing his attention on it which gives you the chance to watch him for a moment.

You find his nervousness sweet and really, it’s helping your nerves as well. Flirting had never been your strong suit, especially not when it came to guys like Pierre who easily could’ve had his pick of whoever he wanted. That much could be obvious given your crush on Josh had been ongoing for a couple of years now, and you’d never even tried to make a move. Your conversation with Boone at the bar last week was still replaying in your mind constantly, and you were proud of yourself for taking the step to give him your number.

He still looks nervous when he hands you his phone, his eyes moving over your features in a way that makes you take a breath, forcing yourself to focus on putting your number in his contacts. You save your contact information and hand his phone back to him with a smile.

“Text me whenever you want. It’s hard cooking for one, you can come over anytime,” you tell me, grinning still. The air feels heavy between the two of you and he nods, smiling bashfully still as he slips his phone back into his pocket. You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, taking a deep breath then as reached to open the car door. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” he says with a smile, looking a bit proud of himself then as he nodded before turning to head to his own car.

Despite being a grown adult, you spend the next several days checking your phone obsessively to see if Pierre had texted you, but he hadn’t. Seth had made sure to tease you about how you’d been pretty cozy with Josh after dinner, and you took that opportunity to let him know that you’d given Pierre your number. Honestly, the admission had backfired on you, given the fact that he now got to tease you about Pierre too.

You’re getting ready for bed one night, washing your face, when you hear your phone chime. You pick it up and see a message from a number not in your contacts, and immediately, you grin.

MAYBE: Pierre ― hey, it’s Pierre. Are you free next weekend? Like, all weekend?

Before texting him back, you check your calendar and your emails, just to make sure you were free. You take a moment to save his number to your contacts before responding to him.

You ― I’m pretty sure. Why, what’s up? You tired of trying to cook for yourself?Pierre ― Yeah, but that’s not why i’m asking 😂 Pierre ― Boone, Seth, and I are renting a cabin up by Niagara Falls for a couple of days and I thought you might like to come.

A wide grin slides onto your face as you read his message, and you bite your lip as you type out your response.

You ― Count me in! We’ll go over plans soon!

Personally, you’re a little offended that the invitation had come from Pierre rather than Seth or Boone,and you decide you ought to let the know that.

You ― I can’t believe my invite for Niagara came from PLD and not either of you assholes

After sending the message, you switch back to scrolling through Instagram aimlessly until your phone buzzes in your hand.

Boone ― holy shit Seth ― HA! Seth ― looks like Boone’s paying for the cottage 😂 You ― what the fuck are you guys talking about? Boone ― Luc was bugging Seth about inviting you to go with us Boone ― so Seth told him if Luc wanted you there, he had to invite you himself Seth ― yeah, and Boone didn’t think he would, so we bet on it 😎 You ― of course you fucking did 🙄 Seth ― hey, now that you’re going, would you mind driving?

[iamnotbrianmay]

The A Experience

okay ladios, here is chapter 3. I hope you like it because I had such a fun time writing it! Anyway, I know that these chapters might feel extremely short but as time goes by they will get longer. That’s a promise. I just need to get this small snippets in first and then the real action will begin, mwahahahahaha! 

anyway, on with the chapter, I hope you enjoy! 

Description: 

Selkie Bar

9:32pm

Four days, twenty three hours, and twenty eight minutes before the Christmas Dinner

Brian hated his job ninety percent of the time. It was tedious, demanding, and usually left him feeling like death by the end of his shift, but his parents couldn’t know about his habits of playing in a band with Freddie and John, and the job as waiter paid the exact amount of money for him to keep that secret safe. So four days a week he would ignore his school work and rest time in favour of making what little money a low wage job could make him.

However, the part of his job that Brian did enjoy made up for every single time he ever had to suffer because of the odd hours of lack of sleep. Every once in a while the musicians hired to play at the bar failed to show up, or even worse, were terrible at what they did. These were the moments in which Brian’s boss would send him a look and he would clean up as nicely as he could in the pub’s small bathroom and start singing for the crowd.

That night was one of those nights where his hard work was rewarded.

He put on a black button-up shirt he usually leaves at his locker for the exact occasion, and starts tuning the acoustic guitar that the bar owner keeps on the back. It’s not his Red Special, but it would most definitely have to do. He tried a few simple melodies to warm up and then when he felt confident enough he stood up and walked into the stage.

People didn’t clap, but Brian liked to pretend they did. He could imagine himself as a huge rock star, playing for thousands of people and hearing them all chant his name, even if all he was ever going to get was crappy old bars and run down restaurants. He sat in the middle of the stage, microphone in front of him, guitar in hand, and barely bothered to introduce himself before he started to play.

He sang to the microphone, and played like some sort of second nature, he breezed through classics, newer songs, and even one or two which he had composed with Freddie and John seating at their apartment.

When it was finally time to leave he did get some applause and the feeling of warmth that filled his chest was enough to get him through the rest of his shift. However long that might be.

Brian walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of water with ice. He leaned against a wooden table as his coworker, a lanky guy named Ryan, complimented him on his guitar skills as he preprepared his drink.

Then the bar owner, a burly old man with more grey than brown is his hair, walked over and patted Brian in the shoulder, “A good show, like always.”

“Thank you Mr Lee,” Ryan handed him the glass of water and Brian took a sip, then thanked him, too.

“You know,” Mr Lee commented, “I think you got yourself an admirer.”

Brian raised his eyebrows and felt his cheeks heat up, “Oh really?”

Mr Lee hummed in agreement, “He seems like a nice bloke. Long hair, charming personality, almost mistook him for a girl!”

“Don’t you say.” Brian tried to sound excited.

“Oh yes,” Mr Lee agreed, “and he is looking at us right now.”

Brian looked around the bar, trying to find the person that his boss was talking about and at first he couldn’t find him. But then his eyes met familiar blue eyes and he nearly choked on the water he had been drinking.

“Funny looking, ain’t he?”

Brian felt his cheeks hot as fire as Roger held his gaze and smiled, “I don’t know how you could mistake him for a girl.”

“The long hair, pretty eyes,” Mr Lee patted him in the shoulder, “well I better stop talking about this boy. My husband always finds out when I do.”

Brian was still looking at Roger, and the younger boy must have noticed that he was stuck with his boss because his smile only grew. Almost as if he was laughing about Brian’s current situation. He was leaning against a table, nursing a beer and laughing at the older boy’s misfortune. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and was startled out of his thoughts.

“Did you hear what I said?”

Brian wracked his brain, trying to see if he had been paying attention to a single word his boss had just said, but he came out empty. His blush increased a tenfold, “No, um, no? I am sorry.”

Mr Lee laughed and rolled his eyes, “I said go get him. I can take care of the tables for tonight.”

Brian blinked, twice, “Are you serious?”

“Quite,” Mr Lee said, “you know, they used to call me Cupid.” Brian’s blush returned full force, and Mr Lee laughed, “Go get him. Consider it a gift for tonight’s amazing performance.”

He managed one nervous thank you and his boss laughed before patting Brian in the back and sending him off to meet Roger, guitar on one hand and glass in the other. As he approached Roger’s smile widened, “You never told me that your day job was playing at a bar.”

His voice was melodic and soft, for one second Brian forgot how to speak, then he quickly realised that just staring would probably only make things awkward, he put his glass and guitar down then stuffed his hands in his pockets, “It’s not. I’m actually just the waiter.”

“A pretty impressive waiter.”

Brian blushed and scratched the back of his neck, “So, what are you doing here?” He stopped scratching once he realised how that must have sounded, “Not that I don’t want you to be here, no, no, no, it’s actually great to meet you in person but I —um, I guess I just didn’t expect to find you here?”

Roger laughed at his awkwardness, “I know what you meant Brian, don’t worry,” he took a sip from the beer in his hand, “I come here often, but I don’t think I had ever seen you.”

Brian raised his eyebrows, “You do?”

Roger nodded, “I like to call it a pre-party bar. The beer is cheap, so is the food, and the atmosphere is just right to get me in the mood.”

Brian scoffed, “Well, those are things you definitely don’t think about when you work here.”

“You don’t like it?”

Brian shook his head, “I’d rather be studying or playing music, if I am honest. But I need the money.”

“Understandable,” Roger said, and silence settled over them.

It was awkward and long, Brian was suffering because of his lack of preparation for the meeting and Roger seemed painfully unaware of the fact that Brian was, in fact, struggling to fill the empty space with words.

“So,” Brian wrung his hands together, “do you want to talk about, you know, it?”

Roger raised an eyebrow, “The Christmas dinner?” Brian nodded, and Roger took another swig of his beer, “Jesus you make it sound like a funeral.”

“That’s because it will be my funeral,” Brian mumbled and Roger laughed.

“It can’t be that bad, can it?”

Brian made a gesture with his hands, as if he was trying to explain everything without words and then looked at Roger in the eyes, “Oh it will be for me if we don’t get this right. My friends are like all my worst nightmares combined into a single group of people.”

Roger frowned, “Then why stick with them?”

“Oh,” Brian said and crossed his arms, “because I love them, of course.”

Roger stares at him for a couple of seconds before he shrugs, “Sounds fair. So, what is the plan?”

Brian smiles, takes a sip from his cup, and sits down. Roger follows his lead and sits down on the seat in front of him. They smile at each other before Roger leans forward, resting his chin on his hands.

“Well, first we have to know everything about each other. And I do really mean everything.”

Roger snorts, a loose strand of hair flutters with the exhale and Brian thinks that maybe he might be a little too excited about getting to know the boy in front of him. Roger cocks his head and looks at Brian innocently, “Okay, boyfriend, tell me everything I need to know about you.”

My god! Look at the size of this tag list! You have no idea how much every single one of you means to me! Anyway, on too the tag list, darlings: 

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[elvnch-blog]

me waving at all of u from a safe distance bc i’m.. terrified,, askdfjghs jkjk !!

hi there !! i’m maren – nineteen, she/her, from the gmt+2 timezone. uhm,, i’m hyperaware that this blog is,, unfinished and empty (( yeet )) but i am Working On It !! in the mean time i’ll put the template thingy from his app and some bullet points abt my mans ezra under the cut, and link his BIO and his STATS (( this page isn’t done,, soz abt it )) disclaimer though; his bio is long. n i know you’re reading this, thinking like ‘ huh...... ok ’ but belieb me – it is long and it is a Mess... ajhfda u may now consider yourself Warned. but enough of this !! i cannot wait to get to know all of u and your amazing muses, so pls don’t hesitate to hmu on here or on discord !! n if you’re like ‘ naah dude, too much work ’ but you still wanna plot n be friends, then like this post n i’ll slide right into your dms !! 

triggers: death

hey, i didn’t know NICK ROBINSON had moved to st. clementine ! oh wait, that’s just EZRA LYNCH. the 23 year old CISMALE is a BARTENDER and rumor has it that HE dreams of MAKING A NEW LIFE FOR HIMSELF. i heard a tarot reader once claimed their card was THE MAGICIAN, which makes sense considering their CHARMING yet DELUDING ways. wonder what this town has in store for them ?

so yeah, this is ezra – his parents figured that mayhaps a child could save their marriage n that’s why he,, exists ?? asjdfa (( spoiler alert; didn’t work out n they got divorced when he was like,, fourteen ))

ig you could say he was spoiled as a child; his parents never let him want for anything. but they fought a lot, and neither of their hearts were really in it to bring up a child, so ezra never got the attention he wanted or the affection he craved, i.e. no one tucked him into bed, no one helped him w his homework, no one held him when he was scared or sick or tired etc.

so what did lil attention starved ezra do, you ask ?? he used his bright head and his charismatic personality to charm people to their knees. once he started school he made friends w all his friends’ parents, and had standing invitations to dinners and family game nights and the like. the attention he didn’t get at home, he sought out elsewhere.

he was like twelve or smthn when he got into sleight of hand magic after falling in love w it while at a magic show, seeing how mesmerized the audience where. he too wanted to drawn people in like that, and make magic happen before their eyes.

in high school he made friends w everyone by telling stories that weren’t lies, just twisted and tweaked to make them prettier and more interesting. he also made a name for himself by pulling out some coins or a deck of cards at parties, making it a side hustle to let people who were sure they’d figured out how he did his tricks put their money where their mouth was.

ezra scored a scholarship to an out of state university and peaced tf out of his hometown. at college his stories got bigger and more golden and felt more like lies, but he earned his in w every crowd and even if someone didn’t know him, they knew off him. 

the first term of his third year, both his parents passed away. none of his friends could recognize the boy he became over the span of those months. they were used to the flashy and eccentric ezra, always smiling and cracking jokes and making light of every situation. so when he didn’t reach out to them, they didn’t reach out to him either.

after the aftermath of his parents’ deaths were sorted out, and he’d declined his university’s offer to come back, ezra decided that he wanted to disappear. his vanishing act took the form of using a chunk of the substantial amount of money left to him by his parents to buy an appartment in an old beach town in england, and a one way ticket out of america.

in st. clementine he got a job as a bartender, and slipped into his old ways of drawing people in w a smile and then wrapping them up in shining stories that weren’t really lies.

tl;dr: ezra lynch is a fake ass hoe w some cheap magic tricks up his sleeve who runs away from his problems and he is in desperate need of a hug !!!!!!

this sucked fr just like,, skim through his stats and bio asdkjfa i’ll see myself out

[vjjeons]

whaddup!! i’m acacia (satan). i’m twenty years old, i use she/her pronouns and i hail from the pst timezone! i’m super excited to be in a lil ol’ group again because i haven’t been in one since like… idk?? but enough about me — let’s get to the good stuff aka my girl, veronica jeon. it gets pretty lengthy, so if you just want the overall version of it just scroll to the very end! anyways, if you like this, i’ll take it as an invitation to IM you for plots, so be careful!! ♡

jennie kim + cis female + she/her — have you met veronica jeon? they are a twenty-one year old artist/barista known as the philophobic. a pansexual scorpio, they are independent + bold, as well as stubborn + cynical. their soulmark is a crescent moon on the left ring finger, and they can feel the emotions of their soulmate.

BACKGROUND + TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, death, drugs

to kick things off, veronica grew up with just her mother around. her father had always been MIA. so, she doesn’t have a lot of memories involving him. therefore, her mother dated an array of men. often times neglecting her daughter, with the exception of the times she brought in successful report cards.

when she was thirteen, her mother married a man who physically abused veronica any chance he had. especially when mrs. jeon started cheating on him. so ronnie recoiled around her art for a few years.

being alone as an only child, she had to keep herself entertained. she started off by doodling with just a pencil. but, eventually expanded with acrylic paints and water colors. thus ultimately discovering her love for the arts!! 

she isn’t exactly sure how she’s going to find a successful career path through her beloved hobby. which is why she picked up her job as a barista to make some actual cash flow.

when veronica turned sixteen, she thought of tracking down her father in hopes of reuniting with him. this lead her to her grandmother’s house. who eventually had to break the news that her father had died from a drug overdose before she was born.

though, the news was shocking. it didn’t leave her feeling empty. instead, she found something better — her grandmother. she instantly connected with the woman and eventually found herself making her grandmother’s home as a sort of safe haven.

her grandma even supported her with her arts. buying her any supplies she needed and giving her suggestions on places she can find more muse. basically fulfilling the mother role veronica desperately needed.

but one day while visiting, the woman had passed in her sleep. this took a toll on ronnie considering how attached she became to her grandmother and her home. she would have to return back to her mother’s and her step-father. when she went back, the man attempted to abuse her again. however, she ratted him out. ultimately sending him to his imprisonment.

once she turned eighteen, her mother had packed up her things and left the girl behind. though, ronnie was fazed by the woman’s actions. nor did she feel any lose considering how little she cared about the other.

but good things do happen to v! one day she received a letter explaining that she inherited her grandmother’s fortune. (which she often uses to pay off her apartment bills.) along with a small journal with letters and locations to keep veronica on the right path. to stray away from the hatred and negativity and turn those emotions into something beautiful.

PERSONALITY + RELATIONSHIPS

PERSONALITY: she is charming, creative, and witty. however, she can be quite cynical, stubborn, and reserved. she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s witty and intelligent. she’s very particular when it comes to most things. she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “if you want things right you gotta do it yourself.” she doesn’t like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen. she’s one of those people that set their mind to something and goes through with it until the end. she has a way with words. her silky soft voice makes it easy for her to manipulate people. (unless you’re close to her, then they can see past the bullshit.) but don’t get her talking about feelings. because you’re gonna just hear crickets if you do that. she’s sort of an introvert. over the years, veronica had to work hard to become the person she is today — someone who is hopeful, who sees art and beauty everywhere, even in the ugliest parts of the world..some days, it’s a little harder, but she never gives up. she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying?? self destructive?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. basically she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

when it comes to FRIENDS veronica can always use some of ‘em. she possess the qualities of a good friend loyal, honest, trustworthy. however, she can be quite pessimistic. which might be a reason why she doesn’t have as many friends. once her mind is set to think a certain way it’s hard to persuade her to believe otherwise. she’s the type of friend to listen to your problems, but be prepared to listen to her unwanted opinions – all of them. she’s also the type to put a friend in check when they need it. she thinks of it as trying to convince them to see the bigger picture. first impressions is something she might not be very good at. while she isn’t exactly the definition of rude, she tends to not filter then things she says. overall, i would say that she might just need a handful of friends, a whole bunch of acquaintances, and her a ride or die.

please flood her with ENEMIES. i know for a fact that she has these. being so boldly opinionated and all. you know this girl has more than enough haters. sometimes she has some very evil intentions. she’s vengeful and irrational. but, don’t get me wrong. she’s not pure evil. veronica does have some good intentions, she leans more to the chaotic evil side. deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she has abandonment issues thanks to her parents. therefore, she might come off as standoff-ish to new people. she keeps her circle tight. so maybe they think she’s cliquey? or she could have pushed people away. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. ronnie: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so maybe people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey. and there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

as for LOVERS. veronica is a fucking cynic. love ain’t real and life is cold. she’d rather just be alone and happy than in a relationship and suffering. she sees so many people around her settle for less. (her mother being a prime example of that.) especially when she’s giving advice for friends. she doesn’t think people should be so easily manipulated by the concept of love. she knows there’s a difference between wanting someone and wanting to be with someone. and in her eyes, most people only settle for the sake of companionship. it’d be a hard mission to win this girl over. but not impossible. she’s definitely been on a few dates and had a couple of relationships. though most ended quickly due to the realization she only fell for their smooth talking and nothing more. 100% dabbles in the quick hook ups for the sake of fulfilling those needs. though, if the right person were to come along… she’d be loyal to them, completely devoted to just them.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

sooooo, my lazy ass actually found the power to make a RELATIONSHIPS PAGE. peep it, tell me what you think. if you can’t find something your muse fits, throw whatever ideas you have right at me! i’m so down for whatever.

MISCELLANEOUS

in a nutshell, she’s an angel with a halo unbalanced with horns, not a devil but not a saint either?? kind yet has a backbone. softer than what she seems like. humorous and witty though understanding. mistrusting but willing to let loyalty speak. veronica is a hot mess dealing with personal issues by lashing out on those around her. she’s loyal, but manipulative. opinionated, but easily offended. intelligent, but sometimes argumentative. she’s a bit of a feminist. trusts no bitch. but if you’re her friend, she’s chill as fuck. though, she’s a bit hesitant when it comes to making new friends. since she’s likes being a lame outcast. but really — she just doesn’t know how to process her good thoughts into words. she’s a barista and a tortured artist. she’s independent, hardworking, and determined. muse inspo for her: kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), samantha borgens (stuck in love), michelle (spider-man homecoming), and a hint of blair waldorf (gossip girl). anyways, give her girl scout cookies and she’ll love you til the end of time.

congratulations ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this the second i woke up. so don’t mind the grammar mistakes and what not. HENNYWAYS… i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my DMs and we can get things started!! luv u *blows a kiss*

[peachyuns]

soulmate!au park jihoon

oops a soulmate au lmao hope you guys aren’t tired of these yet

first oF all everyone has different ways of finding their soulmate

like some people can’t see color until they meet them, some people have the whatever they write on their skin appears on their soulmates skin too

but you had one where you both appear in each others dreams??

the problem with you two was that it was only your voices appearing and not your faces

so you were clueless as to who your soulmate was

a lot of the people you knew already knew who their soulmates were

only bc life didn’t fucking hate them and let them know earlier

usually it didn’t bother you bc you thought eventually you’d find out

but years went by and you just never found them

so you start to panic

“what if i eND up alone i’m crying”

but one day you start having these dreams

and it’s just a boy talking to you???

and you can’t see him you can only hear him

so ur like wow thx life this is no help

but you can communicate with each other in your dreams

literally sleeping is the only thing you look forward to everyday

not that it already wasn’t what you looked forward to lmao

but it was pretty hard for you

considering he didn’t appear in your dreams every night

it was kind of a random thing

like he would just appear whenever and ur like oh ok hi

and it’d be easier bc he could just be like oh yeah my name is whatever, look me up and we could meet

BUT HE WAS STUBBORN AS FUCK

“whY can’t you just tell me ur name???”

“bc i don’t want to meet my soulmate. it’s stupid”

and ur like omg wHY cAN’T U JUST TELL ME omg

but he seriously refuses to

you tell him your name over and over again

hoping he’ll get tempted and just look you up

you even give him all your social media lmao

like “this is my twitter slide in my dm’s when u sTOP BEING A USELESS ASS SPOON”

it stresses you out so bad

whenever you hear someone with a similar voice to his ur just like “soulmate is tht u”

and the guy is always like “woAh bro i already found mine??”

and your friends always try to invite you on their little group dates but you say no

you don’t wanna 3rd wheel with like 5 different couples lmao

you don’t necessarily want a boyfriend

like you aren’t obsessing over having one it’s just???

everyone has so much fun with theirs it’s like having a built in best friend

and a lot of the “couples” don’t even date they’re just like wow we were meant to get along leT’S BE FRIENDS

the same night you’re kind of moping around and being sad

he comes into ur dreams

“hey!!!”

“fuck off i hate u for making me miserable”

at first he’s just like uhh wtf u weirdo

but he really notices how you’re just not in the mood

“look y/n i just don’t want this to end badly”

and ur like ??? “what are you even talking about”

and he explains that a lot of the people around him somehow don’t even really communicate after meeting

like everyone kind of just goes on with their life

and he likes you a lot bc you’re funny and nice and he doesn’t want it to get ruined

“and what if it turns out well?? ur missing out on a lot here”

and pretty much the next morning

he’s just like shit she’s right

but poor bby is so afraid he doesn’t want things to go wrong

he’s also like omggbsfkjldh what if i end up marrying this peRSOn though

so he spends the whole day debating whether or not he should just tell you

“WOOJIN SHOULD I JUST TELL HER OH MY GOD”

“stOP being a little puss jihoon”

so that night jihoon “shows” up and it’s just awkward

bc he’s so nervous and wants to tell you

and you’re just like uhh?? why isn’t this boy speaking

“paRK JIHOON”

“what????????”

then you kind of realize

like wow 

THAT IS HIS FUCKING NAME

you almost scream bc finally

and that morning you see a notification on snapchat

and soME KID NAMED PARK JIHOON ADDED YOU

AND UR LIKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK

so you add him back and ur like omg dude pls meet me at this pizza place 

ur gonna eat ur fav food with your fucking soulmate like yes pls

so you fix your hair and try to make yourself as presentable as possible

and like you practically almost break the pizza places door trying to get in

and when u do ur like frantically looking around

and then you realize you don’t know how he looks and only he does

so if he decides to chicken out hE CAN WITHOUT U KNOWING

“and why does my little soulmate look so sad?”

you turn and it’s the cutest boy evER

HIS CHEEKS ARE PINK AND HE’S SMILING SHYLY AND IT’S IHGDKGSJFLD

“i thought you were gonna ditch me or some shit”

“i could never leave such a pretty girl alone like that”

and now it’s your turn to blush bc ghfdklsjld;ak

and after that you guys talk for a really long time

bc you want to make sure he doesn’t have any regrets about talking to you

and he’s just like wowihfdjoss i’m so lucky that this is my soulmate

and you feel the exact same way

bc he’s just such a cute, sweet, and funny guy

he’s like mentally hitting himself bc why was he ever worried about this

but HFSDJASa it works out so well and you guys are so cute together

nd wow

[cherylsvixens]

adore you (you're lovely)

ADORE YOU (YOU’RE LOVELY) — and i adore you, too. i’ve been thinking that your love is kind of special. you should know that i adore you, too! ( adore you, nao ft. abhi//dijon )

REQUEST — the reader used to be ugly and archie bullied you. then, after summer break, you totally glo up and are now super hot, and he apologizes.

WORD COUNT — 1.6k

NOTES — i did tweak this request a little bit, simply because i don’t see riverdale!archie being a bully—i think it’s even a little ooc for comics!archie—so i opted for archie sort of ignoring the reader. also, i refrained from specifying a gender since there wasn’t one mentioned in the request. thank you so much for trusting me to write your idea, and i hope this was fluffy enough for you. i felt like it would be kinda rushed to make them kiss in this? i don’t know, but enjoy. ( requests: open )

REGGIE MANTLE’S YOUNGER sibling is hot now.

The news sweeps through the sleepy town with the sort of velocity reserved for level 4 hurricanes. The Instagram video your brother uploads on a beach in June goes high-school-jock viral (which isn’t viral-viral, but garners enough views to decimate any doubt that Reggie is not one of the most popular men within the confines of Riverdale High), though his six-pack, for once, is not the main attraction. You’re the cynosure, in all your post-puberty, swimsuit-model glory. His comments range from complimentary to explicit; two hours after the initial posting, Reggie deletes it.

From the day your surname legally changed, you’ve been your brother’s baby and the passing six years has only strengthened the bond. You two swap texts daily (having rooms adjacent one another be damned), share explicitly embarrassing moments of the other on Snapchat, and act as the other’s support system no matter how popular (football) or dorky (debate team) the event. Peers are still left slack-jawed at the contrast of personality when you aren’t in the oldest Mantle’s proximity versus when you are. He’s your protector, your shield, and the last face a person’ll see if they ever utter a murmur of disrespect toward you—which is more than a little ironic considering he has so little respect for anyone outside of his social circle.

(Within the hour of your return from your family’s annual trip to the Bahamas, Jason Blossom gets his face bashed in.

He also winds up dead two weeks later.

Reggie insists that there’s no correlation.)

September welcomes a follow from Cheryl Blossom on every social media platform, Chuck Clayton sliding into your DM’s bi-weekly, multitudes of party invitations, and a River Vixen’s uniform. Your popularity is as good as notorized, though you don’t think it’ll feel official until Archie Andrews pulls his head out of his ass and acknowledges your seemingly overnight glo-up. But the male’s always been a little more than slightly oblivious; Betty Cooper’s decade-long manhunt for his heart makes sense now that you stand in her Penny Loafers.

Or, to be more literal, your panda slippers that have seen better days.

But still, you get the attraction.

Because the absolute worst thing about your brother is not his knack for miscreance, not his aggression or his unsavory inability to play nice with others—it is Archie Andrews, his right hand man since the aforementioned boy’s unveiled talent for football, and it is that he is on your porch sometime after midnight, on the swing with the creak you frequent when your brain’s too wired for slumber, comforted by his guitar and lyric book. His back’s to you, nothing but broad shoulders and back muscles and tousled red mane, and you can make out the outline of a pencil between his teeth. Dexterous digits strike a chord that either pleases or concerns him because he abruptly ceases playing afterward.

“I thought normal people slept at this time,” you say. Your cadence, however soft it is, still renders him scared, and you’re pretty sure he jumps at least six feet off his seat. Now that? That’s viral-viral Instagram video material.

Archie chances a look at you, which is a feat in and of itself considering you can probably count on one hand how many times this guy’s ever taken notice of you. “You’re out here,” he says before swinging his eyesight back to his guitar.

You’re really growing sick of these monosyllabic conversations with him.

“Well, I’m not normal.” This time when his irises turn to you, they lingers. “Oh yeah, Reggie never told you?” you continue. “The Mantles adopted me from a vampire family. Sweet people, but don’t test ‘em, they bite.”

The corners of his mouth quirk into the beginnings of an amused grin. “You aren’t very pale for a vampire.”

You wave a loose hand around. “Stereotype.”

“And I’ve seen you out in the sun,” he counters.

“Sunblock.”

“You don’t sleep in a coffin.”

“Now that’s just racist.”

Archie snickers. It’s a sound you think you’ll always know but never get used to, like hearing your favorite song when you were a child years later. “I should, uh, I should get back to bed.” He raps his knuckles against his instrument once, yet makes no attempt to stand.

“I wasn’t aware anyone was making you,” you remark in a thinly-veiled attempt to mask the disappointment that threatens to crack your timbre. You’re hot now—have got the midnight texts from potential booty calls to prove it—and he still doesn’t desire to be in your proximity for longer than a handful of minutes. For a flicker of a moment, you ponder that it could be your personality he simply isn’t attracted to.

“Uh, n-no. No, no one is,” he stammers over his words in a way that can only be considered boyish. Even when he’s humiliating you, you find him charming. “I just thought that—I don’t know—you might wanna be alone, and I’m, you know, playing my music, and it isn’t that great yet, and–”

“I’d love to hear it.” Archie pauses mid-sentence, lips parted and tongue heavy with incomplete ramblings. You’re practically watching him mentally replay the five words, disect the syllables, make something of the meaning, and come up short. So you repeat yourself. “I’d love to hear it. If you’re okay with an audience.”

“It’s kind of a cheesy love song.”

You raise the shoulders clothed in a flimsy, white v-neck. “I like cheesy love songs.” You’re quick to add, “But if you don’t want to play it for me, that’s fine.”

A beat. Then, “I’d love for you to hear it.”

The pale pink hue of his pout gradually stretches until the two rows of blanched ivories usually hidden beneath are revealed. And you think, as you stand in the threshold of your front door, arms and legs pimpled with goosebumps, you think his smile could rival the moon’s. You’ve never seen a smile like that on anyone. It isn’t until your third date that you’ll learn he was thinking the same of you.

Your delight is delineated with two claps of your hands and a shrill squeal as the cherry on top. Party Panda emits soft thumps as you bound across the porch before situating your frame before the singer. Long and limber legs fold at the ankles, and similar to a kid you envelop your knees with your arms, intertwining your lithe digits.

Archie waits for you to settle.

And then, he just waits.

His honeycomb irises absorb your very being; they take in the hair atop your head, notice your curious eyes and nose, scan birthmarks and freckles, snag on your lips. You forget to inhale. You forget to exhale. You’re just holding your breath.

He breathes first, a rush of air compressing his lungs and traveling past his thin brims. He nods once, adjusts his arms, glances at the spiral notebook beside him, and sings. “You’re giving me fever. You’re making the pressure rise at night right through my veins. You’re making my heart sing.”

Your initial reaction to Andrews’ breathy, almost sexy, crooning is that you are so grateful the boy can sing. His timbre is virginal, inexperience dripping from every word he croons. It’s rugged, it’s unpolished, it magnetizes you in like skin-and-bone gravity, clinging, and suffocating, and, and—

—and like your favorite childhood song playing years later.

Archie Andrews is that song.

“My mind’s awake all night, daydreaming. When will you be mine? You’re making my sleep wait.” You have diary pages saturated with the loops and swirls of your handwriting about this boy. The time his shoulder brushed against you in the hall, the grazing of hands at Pop’s when you both reached for napkins, and now this—the timid glimpse underneath his lashes as he sings the last lyric, almost like it was dedicated to you. It is everything to you.

“Thinking of you is taking all my nights away, way, way. I really do adore you.” This moment doesn’t need to be inked into pages to be remembered. The feeling of butterflies building a home inside your stomach, the tickle of your mouth, the stretch of your cheeks, all of it is seared into your brain. You are going to die with this moment on the inside of your lids. “I really do adore you, my lovely. I really do adore you.”

Archie unceremoniously completes his song with a sheepish “that’s all I got.” You want to tell him that it was more than enough.

Instead, you say, “Play that last part again. The chorus.” The sophomore crooks a brow, though doesn’t debate. He reaches the very last 'adore you’, and you join in. “And I adore you, too. I’ve been thinkin’ that your love is kinda special. You should know that I adore you, too.”

You aren’t as choppy of a singer as him. The Mantles wasted a total of no time in signing you up for the extracuriccular activities a kid raised in an orphanage only experiences through the lives of fictional characters in books or television. You sing, you dance, you even spent a summer away for calligraphy camp. Everyone in Riverdale knows this, like another fact in their daily life (The car is parked in the garage, I have two kids, and Y/N Mantle is a modern-day Annie.) Archie still stares at you.

(It isn’t your voice that has him doing mental backflips.)

(You have to wait a while to learn that, too.)

“Well?” you prompt. “Was that good?”

His snort is subtle but charged. “You know you’re good at everything, Y/N.” It feels like the first time you’ve ever heard your name.

Your head cocks to the side. The bridge of your nose crinkles. A dip forms in your cheek. “You think I’m good at everything?”

“Nah,” he says, but his smile’s a tell. “I think I just adore you.”

“Yeah, I got that.”