#sorry for whining about this topic for so long already on here and twitter

[wachtelspinat]

i can't help but feel like my drawing days are kind of over. not entirely, i'll still be drawing from time to time. and deffo not because i want to. but i'm having this exact same feeling since mid 2022, since i was really struggling with my elective period, i kind of disconnected with art there and never truly found my way back. on top of everything that came after - moving, starting a job and working to be good at it which leaves such little room for other things because i can't handle my life well - there is just so much horrible shit going on. and i'm having a hard time comprehending it.

a part of me also feels very stupid for drawing one thing for almost 4 years now constantly, but another part of me knows "hey, but this makes you happy". it's a constant battle in my head because online spaces are like school grounds, and i don't actually wanna stand in the corner as that one kid that just can't shut up about that one character. but then again all i ever did was drawing fanart so... what does it. who gives a shit. be cringe and be free alright. but it kinda feels so hollow, esp. when you're at it for so long. a lot of mutuals move on. some are not even active anymore anywhere. and i wonder what happened. plus a huge chunk of the tone of the fandom has changed. also with the source material getting butchered so hard (since the release of ow2) it just kills the fun. playing this game used to be fun. playing this game was one thing that helped me getting through the last meters of university. it's like watching the downfall of the simpsons again without making the comparison too set in stone, just... this thing that used to be decent and nice and watching it getting ruined in real time (broken promises about pve, the recent gameplay changes?? the lore was fucked up from the start but they kind of tried, now it's just skins for 20+ dollars) while still having feelings for the characters is shit. anyway...

i recently went through a big folder of stuff i'd drawn at the age of 12-15 and there were so many fucked up but cool monster and cyborgs designs and just silly stupid stuff and all i could think of was that i felt so distanced from it, like i don't even know i think this is normal? because a lot of time has passed and a lot has happened and i knew i've drawn all this but i wasn't able to locate the person who did in my present me now and... it's just so normal that things move constantly forward but i feel like i missed huge chunks and passed a few stops and now i'm kind of lost.

i don't even know what i'm trying to say here anymore. i just feel sad because it feels like sth is slipping out of my grasp or sth has changed tremendously and i don't know how to make damage control.

i keep trying tho, i try to draw once a week at least. it's just like as soon as i take a step back and look at it i don't feel it at all. gonna continue tho, until it makes sense again i hope.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 7: Glitter Glue

mmmm, have some more pain, as a treat, from me to you, I was thinking about Unrequited Something by @sinister-sincerely while writing this, hope I was able to match up, the way you write unrequited feelings is SO GOOD fr fr

Word count: 877

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"What do you think? What do you think?" A piece of paper is shoved hurriedly in your face by small hands.

You laugh, gently guiding them down, "It's very lovely, Kylee. I really love the variety in the glitter glue you used. What do you think, Sun?"

You turn in his direction, but find he's not there. Instead, he's chatting with the other helper, Kate. Not you. Right. You forgot. 

But, Kylee is determined, and makes that very clear to everyone. 

"Sunny!" She whines, startling both the other helper and the Attendant, "What do you think of my picture?"

He quickly rushes over, rays a twitter, "Oh, oh, oh! I'm sorry, Sunbeam! Let me see here."

The bot bends down then to examine it, which happens to be right beside you. You feel your face heat up and do your best to ignore him. You really needed to get over this little crush of yours. It was starting to interfere with work now. Of course it didn't help that you worked with your crush(es) and-

You slapped your cheeks a few times, get a grip!

"-Starlight?"

"Huh?" You ask, turning slightly. 

You find Sun staring at you intently, "I asked if everything was alright, that looked like it hurt!"

"O-oh, yeah. I'm good. Just, just trying to clear my head, haha," You shift your gaze to the side.

Unfortunately for you, Sun doesn't seem to like that.

He takes your head in his hands and starts moving your face this way and that, "There are better ways to focus than that, friend! What if you gave yourself a serious injury?"

"I don't think a couple slaps to the face would cause that much damage," You giggle.

His continuous scolding and fretting only makes your blush deepen and you do your best to try and get it under control. You fail miserably. 

Someone clears their throat. Immediately you both separate. 

It's Kate, "Sunny, I think you have more drawings to provide feedback on."

Sure enough, there's a, rather long, line of kids wanting Sun to praise their work. 

"Of course! All art deserves recognition after all!"

With that he's off, leaving you with your feelings which you need to let die already. Oh, and Kate.

She bends down to your level, cupping her hand around her mouth, "Why don't you just tell him?"

"Tell him what?" You question. 

She rolls her eyes, "That you like him! You should tell him, I'll bet he feels the same."

"Oh, no, no. I don't um, I don't like him, like that," You look away, mumbling, "He doesn't like me either, for that matter."

Kate raises a brow; it makes you shrink in on yourself. 

Then, both brows raise in surprise, "Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, why don't you just go ask him, come on," She grabs your hand. 

You start to panic, "No!"

Kate stops. 

"I-" You bite your cheek, sighing, "Please. I'd rather not. He, he likes someone else."

"Oh. Shi-shoot, I'm sorry. God you must think I'm a jerk."

You put your hands up, eyes widening, "No, no! You're okay, it's, it's not your fault."

But deep down, there's a very bitter, very shameful part of you that can't help but blame her. 

Because Kate is the one Sun likes. You know, because he told you.

You remember when you found out, you'd stayed late to help prep crafts for the next day. The two of you had been casually conversing when the topic had gotten brought up. 

"I just think love is such a fun emotion!" Sun's rays spin, "It's so complex, and yet so simple."

You laugh, "I guess so. Do you have anybody you love?"

"Of course! I love my friends, the children, Moon, you-"

Had he stopped there you would have melted on the spot. But unfortunately for you, he didn't.

"-And then of course," His voice grows softer, syrupy, lovesick, "Kate."

And in an instant, your heart shatters. 

Of course. Of course it wasn't you, why would it ever be you? Stupid, you were stupid for even beginning to think you had a chance. What good were you? What could you even-

"Sunshine? Is everything alright?"

You focus back in, swallowing down your feelings, "Yeah, of course."

"Did, I didn't say anything wrong, did I?" Sun's rays shrink.

"Not at all!" You beam, but inside you're crumbling. 

He perks up instantly, "Okay! So as I was saying..."

It had been a while ago, back around when you'd first started and Kate had been there some time. You think maybe he hadn't intended to let you know about the crush, and was just happy with admiring her from afar. You didn't know, or care really. It wasn't your business. 

Even if you wanted it to be.

Badly.

"Well hey, you never know," Kate says, then reaches into her pocket, handing you a handkerchief, "Here. You've got glitter glue on your face."

You take it, smiling, "Thanks."

Had you taken the chance to look at yourself before wiping off, you'd realize that the marks on your cheeks had been traced into two hearts. Your fellow helper would have told you this, but based on your insistence simply considered it a matter of coincidence. 

What a shame.

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Not a spooky one, but still angsty nontheless! Hope you all enjoyed, you can find my promptober masterlist here, thanks for reading!

[sleepyrights]

a bothersome stream clip

a small one shot that i thought id post here, too! this was originally meant to go into @acidtabletz​ dms, but alas, i wrote 1k words and didnt want to send individual messages.. so here you guys go!

pronouns used: they/them

"..that's probably not the best idea. Oh, chat! Did I tell you about the ti-" Y/N paused, hearing the door open. They looked over, a quizzical look in their eye. Chat could see it, confusion that turned into a smile the moment that they registered who it was.

Wilbur had come into the room, completely forgetting that Y/N was streaming. But by the time he realised, he was already in frame and it was too late. Oh well, nothing he can do about it now. So, he came up right behind Y/N, his lovely partner, and draped his arms over their shoulders in a loose hug. He smiled, tucking his head over their shoulder and looking at the screen.

"Hello, Wilbur." Y/N chuckled softly, glancing over to their flatmate.

"..Hi, chat." He smirked, as if playfully ignoring that Y/N was even there. He hummed softly, sinking himself further into his partner. He could just see chat going crazy, lots of his name and heart emojis passing by.

"Do you need something? You can come and stay on stream for a bit."

Wilbur paused a bit. Was he about to admit out loud that he just wanted some attention? He was just enjoying hanging off of Y/N at the moment, simply cherishing the small bits of human contact he was having. It wasn't even 5 hours since he last *got* attention, today was just one of those days for him.

He shook his head. "No, I just came in to ask if chat wanted to hear about the smallest penguins in the world."

There was a pause. "I'm sorry.. the what?"

"They're called blue fairy penguins! Or at least, that's what New Zealanders call them. They're native to Australian and New Zealand shores. Here, look at them-" He reached his arms out, tabbing out of whatever game Y/N had going on and pulled up google.

At the moment only Y/N and Wilbur could see the penguins, small lads with blue feathers and nice white bellies. They were truly adorable, but Wilbur didn't seem too interested in that.

"These are adorable-" Y/N awed, leaning back against Wilbur, his arms returning to hugging them comfortably.

"They're little shitheads is what they are. I mean, they're usually quite nice, but you can find them just randomly in the streets of New Zealand just going about their business. What sort of business do they even have? They live in holes!" He huffed softly, head ducking down, leaning into Y/N's.

Wilbur looked briefly to chat, seeing a few peculiar things pass by.

"Your honour, they're soulmates." "Oh my god, my streamer is so lucky!" "MY STREAMERS!!!" "This is true love, I don't know what to tell you."

"Oh? How'd you find them?" Y/N glanced over to Wilbur, head tilted slightly.

"Well, I was just sort of browsing reddit and I found them. They reminded me of you, so I looked into them. You know, since you're both so small." He smiled softly to himself.

"Wilburrrr..." Y/N whined, a blush spreading across their cheeks, smiling so wide. "You didn't have to say that in front of chat, I was keeping up a good illusion that I wasn't so small!"

"No way in hell you are! They all know how tiny you are, look at you in comparison to me! Chat, look at this!"

Wilbur lifted up Y/N's hand, spreading out their fingers. He pressed his hand against it, showing the comparison of his long slender fingers to their much smaller hand. Of course his hand would be much larger, it was almost a given.

"You're going to make them all make fun of me on Twitter-"

"Just delete Twitter, then." He smirked, shrugging. "You'll be fine! Here-" He looked directly into the camera. "Don't make fun of them, got that, chat? Leave the bullying of how small they are to me."

"That's not any better!" Y/N swatted the other's hand away, crossing their arms in a huff. "Is there any more things you'd like to interrupt my stream with?"

"Yes, actually." Wilbur relaxed a bit more, glancing towards the pictures of penguins that were still up on the screen. "They don't have any large natural predators to be worrying about, but a little penguin got killed by a rat once. Just one rat decided they've had enough and killed one of them for food I guess." He shrugged.

"Oh my god.." Y/N giggled, trying not to burst out into too much laughter. "You'll have to tell me more about that later, now I'm curious."

Wilbur couldn't help it, a smile creeping onto his face. Okay, that brightened his mood ten fold. He also felt like he was given enough attention for the moment. What he *really* wanted, was to pick Y/N up, drag them to the couch or the bed and cuddle, but obviously their stream had other things in mind for him.

"Alright-!" Wilbur stretched his arms forward, standing up. He gave a sigh, relaxing his shoulders as he got off of Y/N. "I think that's enough penguins for now. You enjoy the rest of your stream." He leaned down so he was back into frame, smiling and giving a wave to the camera. "Bye, chat! Be nice to them-" He quickly gave a more serious face, briefly. "Be nice.. Bye!"

Wilbur walked out of the room, smiling to himself in satisfaction of his work. That felt like it'd be a nice little clip for people to share around for a bit, giving Y/N some good content. Of course, he didn't get what he wanted, but he knew Y/N had to stop stream at some point. He could wait just the little bit longer before stealing them for a long several-movies-length cuddle session.

"Oh my god.. Sorry about him, chat! You all know how Wilbur can be. But here, these were the penguins he was talking about! Anyways-! ..I was going to talk about something before.. Chat, what topic where we on? Oh, right! So-"

[blushie14]

Sleepy Muffin [Skephalo]

Bad needs more sleep nuff said >:v

It is now eleven o’clock at night. Darryl stares at his computer screen for a while until he sighs a bit in frustration. He's got a lot of work done, except for a video that he's been planning to upload today. 

Hours of editing was spent, but unfortunately Darryl has been unlucky lately. The editing software has been acting up and he would sometimes lose a little bit of progress. He was truly exhausted and it was getting harder to focus, but he wanted to get this video out asap. 

Maybe he should take another coffee break. 

He got up and walked out of his room. As he went into the kitchen, Zak was also there eating leftover take out and scrolling through twitter. "Oh hey! How's the video coming along?" 

Darryl grabbed a mug while waiting for the coffee to brew. "Ah, well… it's coming along. Hopefully, I won't lose my progress again though." 

Zak nodded but also had a look of slight concern. "Uhhh dude? Isn't that like your third cup of coffee?"

Darryl stayed silent holding the empty coffee mug, staring blankly at the wall.

"Darryl?... Darryl… Darryl!" 

"H-Huh? Sorry what? I-I blanked out for a moment!" He poured the coffee in his mug and started to drink.

"Jesus Christ, how tired are you?!" 

Darryl's mug was already almost empty as he put it down. "I'm really tired, but I'll go to sleep once I'm done. Promise." He yawned out.

Zak stared at him as he finished his coffee and walked back to his room. He has lived with Darryl for a while. He already knows that he pushes himself to work for hours on end until he gets it done. 

He also knows all too well that a sleep deprived Darryl has unpredictable results. Zak ponders for a moment before he eventually decided to go into Darryl's room. It is probably a good idea to check up on him. 

Zak opens the door and sees Darryl at his desk. He walked over and hugged Darryl from behind while resting his head on top of his head.

Darryl whined a little bit. "Geppyyy I'm still editing. What do you want?" 

Zak chuckled. "Just wanna watch you edit Darry. Something wrong with that?" 

"N-No I guess not.." Darryl blushed a bit before continuing to edit. 

Zak observed him while silently taking note of a few things. Darryl's eyes could barely stay up and he was barely making any progress editing this video. A little time passed by before Zak asked a question. "Soooo how many cups of coffee did you drink?" 

Darryl massaged his temples and yawned as he tried to think about his answer. "Uh… let's see…"

"Oh my god, it shouldn't take you this long to remember how many cups you drank."

"No! No, it's not that. I-It's just that.." Darryl nervously giggled, starting to feel loopy. "Are you talking about how much I had today or?" 

"...What do you mean?" Zak had a bad feeling in his stomach.

"I've been awake for like.. I think it's been 38 hours?"

"Wh- … Ah-..." Zak stood up in shock while Darryl laughed a little more and hid his face. 

"Oh no, I should've kept my mouth shut. Zak, just pretend you didn't hear that okay?"

"NO! Are you- you've been up more than 24 hours?! Are you crazy?!

"Nooo just leave me aloneeee don't worry about it!"

"Darryl I'm- I'm not leaving until you go to bed." 

"I am gonna go to bed, just give me five more minutes to edit this clip.."

"No, you need to go to bed! You've been replaying that snippet for like ten years and still didn't change anything."

Zak refused to let him stay up any longer than he had to. He kept insisting that he should go to bed now while Darryl was still being too stubborn to give in. Eventually, Darryl closed the editing software after saving his progress.

"Okay fine, I'll go to bed now. Are you happy you muffin head?" Darryl pouted, making Zak giggle a bit.

"Yes, now go to your bed."

"I will! Just say goodnight and go!"

"Ah ah ah! I said I'm not leaving until you go to bed."

Darryl groaned "Seriously?… Oh my goodness, fine!" He walked over and sat on his bed. "Better?" 

Zak smiled. "Yup! Now get some rest, okay?" Darryl nodded while Zak left his room. He closed the door and was about to walk away before he stopped himself.

He had a strong feeling in his stomach. He had a hunch that he needed to check if Darryl was actually going to bed. Lo and behold, the moment he opened the door, he saw him back in his chair staring at his monitor.

"Darryl, I swear to god." He facepalmed and laughed while the other let out a small scream before quickly standing up. 

"Wait, Zak it's not what it looks like! Look, I'm going to bed for real." He walked over, sitting on his bed again. "Okay, you can leave now." 

Zak rolled his eyes before sitting right next to him. "Nah, I think I'll stay right here." He smiled while Darryl started to protest.

"Wait you're not leaving? No, come on I promised I'd go to bed."

Zak crossed his arms. "I know, but you didn't promise you would go to sleep. So I'll just wait here until you fall asleep." He smirked, not falling for this again. 

Darryl went quiet for a moment. "...Nooo why would you do that, you're being ridiculous." 

Zak giggled, and the other being loopy couldn't help but giggle along. "You and I both know that the minute I walk out that door, you're just going to go back to your computer desk!"

"Nooooo! I wouldn't! Skeppy, leave my roooooom!" 

"Maybe, and this is just a thought, just maybe I'll leave once you go to sleep." 

"You go to sleep, you dunderhead!" 

"No! You first!" 

They bickered back and forth for a few more minutes until Zak had an idea to make up a "deal" for the both of them. 

"Okay, okay look. How about this. Let's say if I fall asleep before you do, you can get back on your computer and do whatever you want for as long as you want. And I'll never bother you about sleeping ever again."

Darryl's eyes lit up for a bit. "Wait really? So I don't have to sleep right now? And I can finish editing my video."

"That is only if you can stay up longer than me." He chuckled. There was no way he's going to fall asleep before he does.

"Hmm… you sure you wanna do this?" Darryl was confident he could stay up a little longer. He's made it this long, there's no way he was gonna fall asleep now.

"I mean, either way there's no way I'd be able to stop you if I fell asleep before you do. So yeah."

"Okay then, deal!" Darryl laughed. "You made a huge mistake, you muffin. I've had a few cups of coffee and I'm going to stay up so that I can finally finish editing!"

Zak giggled, "Whatever you say Darry. Whatever you say." 

Time went by as Darryl rambled on about random topics as a way to keep himself awake. Darryl was yawning every now and then while Zak stayed silent, wide awake.

"Dude, stop yawning. You're going to make me tired."

Darryl let out a devious laugh. "Hmmm maybe this is my plan all along Zak!" 

Zak covered his mouth with his sleeves as he had a mini giggle fit. 

More time went by and Darryl resorted to making up a story in song format. 

"🎶 Ohhhh there once was a little ducky boy, who was planning something for his ducklings. He wanted to make his little ducklings happy cuz he loves each and every single one! Buuuut then his own ducky, who he loves very much, wanted to be a big meanie pants. He forced the little ducky to stop and nowww, the little ducky is sad! 🎶"

Zak couldn't help but laugh at how adorable that was. He decided to go along with the analogies. 

"The ducky loves his little ducky too, which is why the ducky wants his one and only to take a break." He cupped Darryl's red face in his hands. "The ducklings will be patient and understand that the little ducky is tired." 

Darryl let out a flustered whine. "But I promised them a new videoooo!" Zak only sighed in response.

Even MORE time goes by. Darryl was laying on Zak's shoulder, struggling to keep his eyes open. Zak was also a little tired, but he was definitely wide awake compared to Darryl. 

"Hey… Zak? Have you- have you ever noticed that the word 'fridge' has the letter 'd' in it, yet the word refrigerator doesn't have a 'd' in it?" 

At that moment, Zak wheezed and lost it at this point, covering his face as he laughed head off. Darryl was giggling as he continued to talk.

"Whahat? It doesn't mahake any sehehense!" 

"BAHAHAD PLEHEAHEASE GO TO SLEHEEHEEP!" 

"Nooooooo!" 

It took a while, but Zak finally calmed down. He put one arm around Darryl and gently started playing with his hair, just because he felt like it. 

Darryl had his eyes shut for a moment before jolting awake again. "Zak noo…. quit making me tired, you.. you muffin…"

Zak smiled and wrapped both his arms around him, snuggling against him now, still playing with his hair. 

Darryl could feel himself drifting to sleep. "Gep..py..no.." Zak could barely hear him mutter his words. Despite his mumbling protests, Darryl started to hug Zak on instinct.

"You were saying Darryl?" Zak giggled as he heard him mumbling more words. Darryl's mumbling started to get slower and slower, until it eventually came to a stop.

"Are youuu finally asleep?" Zak heard nothing in response. He lightly gasped when he heard light snoring. 

"Awww.." He giggled as he hugged him a little tighter. Zak didn't want to leave his side. "It took you long enough.." He slowly closes his eyes.

"Good night, I love you.." 

[End] 

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions�� oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

[lnc2]

tongue tied (1/?)

Summary: Chat Noir’s podcast is a viral success.

A/N: This is for @labyrinthofchaos  who wanted to see my dumbass idea fleshed out into a full story.  Thank you for being patient with me <3 I hope it was worth the wait.

AO3

It started with a black envelope on her balcony.

You’ve been cordially invited to paw-ticipate in Le PodChat…

Marinette rolled her eyes, checked the box marked No, thank you and doodled a sad kitten in the corner before resealing the envelope and leaving it tucked under one of her plants.

She knew the invitation was imminent.  Ladybug may have refused to be a part of his little side project in a permanent or official capacity but that didn’t mean that Chat Noir didn’t talk her ears off about future episodes all the same.

“Think about it, bug!  Akuma victims coming forward to share their stories– what it was like, what Hawkmoth said, how it felt when they ultimately and inevitably fell at the hands of their favorite heroes.” Here he waggled his eyebrows as he leaned forward on his baton.  “How awesome would that be?”

Ladybug smiled, pushing back her eager partner with the pad of her finger.  “I think you’ll find people are less willing to come forward about being akumatized than you anticipate, minou.  Most people would rather forget the whole thing, not broadcast it to strangers.”

“Exactly!  But think about the good it could do if we got people talking about it?” He was all hands in his excitement, frantic waving that nearly managed to catch her in the face.  “People like Chloe Bourgeois won’t be able to shame people into being reakumatized if we can just normalize the experience right?”

“But it isn’t normal, Chat.” She sighed.  “At least it shouldn’t be.”

“And we’re working on that, my lady.” He said, his voice gentle.  “I just think this might be another way to help out. Ease the emotional pressure cooker everyone is under.”

After that, there was really no arguing with him.  After all, Chat Noir wasn’t wrong and any and all help that they could provide to prevent future akuma attacks would make their jobs easier in the long run.  What had started out as a biweekly way to blow off steam quickly transformed into something Bigger. Marinette couldn’t say she was surprised– everything Chat touched seemed to spiral into more.

When he first broached the idea about starting a podcast hosted by the Ladyblogger Ladybug had laughed.  They’d brainstormed silly ideas throughout patrol only for her to realize her partner had been entirely serious.  In the end she’d capitulated to his kitten eyes on the condition that this was his thing.

“I have enough on my plate as it is, Chat.  I can’t promise to be on every episode with you.”

His eyes sparkled when he bowed over her hand.  “Any time you can spare is perfect, as always.”

What Ladybug hadn’t anticipated (although really she should have) was just how successful this particular scheme would be.  Calling Le PodChat an overnight sensation did a disservice to how quickly the premier episode managed to crash the Ladyblog’s servers.

Alya was over the moon.

“I don’t know whose ass I kissed in a past life to get this lucky but you won’t find any regrets here.” She squealed the following day at school.  “How many journalists can say they have literal superheroes dropping by on a semi-weekly basis to shoot the shit? Nadja Chamack  wishes  she had so much exposure.”

That much at least was true.  She’d heard it from the cat himself who had been more than a little frazzled by how much attention his little side project generated.  That evening on patrol he’d been a nervous, twitching agitated wreck as not one but  two  news outlets had reached out offering to be the “legitimate” homes for the podcast.

“I’d never move it of course,” He said, tail waving with his hands as Ladybug watched him in amusement. “I couldn’t do that to Alya. But the fact that they even offered…!”

It was his good-natured nervous Q&A on the fourth episode that ultimately brought her aboard.

  “Okay, last one.” Alya said, clearing her throat. “Cattheclysm87 wants to know, are you guys always Ladybug and Chat Noir or do you have lives outside of the mask?”

There was a pause, longer than the previous ones.  Chat Noir tapped his claws against a hard surface.

“Chat?” Alya prompted.  He laughed and Ladybug could practically see him shaking his head.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about what my lady would say.  What she’d  want  me to say.”

“And?”

Chat Noir sighed.  “Probably something about keeping our identities a secret.  And something about how our lives outside the mask are something that makes Paris worth protecting.”

“Do you agree?”

“Naturally.” He said.  Even if she couldn’t hear it in his voice, Ladybug knew he was shrugging here. “But I think my life inside the mask is just as important to me.  Some days even moreso.”

Alya pressed him.  “Oh?”

If she hoped to glean more however Chat Noir wasn’t going to cooperate.  At least not today.

“Of course!  I don’t know of anyone in Paris who wouldn’t give their left foot to spend time with Ladybug.”

Alya laughed. “She can come by and collect mine any time.  I’ll be waiting.”

 Ladybug’s first appearance on Le PodChat the following week landed them at #1 on French Twitter’s trending topics something that she regretted almost immediately when #ladynoir hit #3.

  “Good luck beating cataclysm with a fork.” Chat Noir’s sneered.

Ladybug laughed. “If you don’t think I could fork you up you have another thing coming.”

“I’m just saying, my lady.  There’s not much good your lucky charm can do if it’s in ashes.”

“And  I’m just saying it will be pretty hard for you to destroy anything when I’ve got you all tied up.”

He leaned forward and grinned. “Is that a promise?”

 Alya had been insufferable for weeks after that.

“God can’t they just date already?”

Her frustrated wails were muffled by her pillow but Marinette heard the familiar lament all too well. She rolled her eyes and continued fidgeting with her sewing machine.  At this point she knew it was a waste of breath to point out that no matter how often Chat Noir flirted with Ladybug there was nothing at all romantic between Paris’ superheroes.  Her best friend had shipping goggles and nothing Ladybug  or  Marinette could say about it would dissuade her otherwise.

“Like, seriously,” Alya continued, propping her chin up with her elbow and waving frantically with her free hand.  “The UST between them is just unbearable.”

“Then why do you bear it?”

Marinette’s dry remark was met with a pillow thrown to the back of her head.  She turned and scowled at her best friend who scowled right back.

“The only thing worse than witnessing their obliviousness would be not being able to see it at all.”

She giggled. “Of course.”

Alya ignored her.  “Besides, Le PodChat is fucking killing it in ratings.  The Ladyblog hasn’t seen this much traffic since I posted that picture of them kissing after Nino and I were akumatized.”

Marinette valiantly squashed her waspish retort at  that  reminder and said, “Activity has been pretty high lately.”

“Try  astronomical.” Alya shot her a sly smile.  “And just imagine, you could be a part of it all.”

Marinette groaned.

She knew this was coming.  After she’d rejected Chat Noir’s invitation to come on the show and talk about her experience working with “Paris’ Best and Bravest” during Nathaniel’s akumatization, her partner had been a cauldron bubbling with curiosity.

“Why do you think she said no?” He’d asked Ladybug on patrols, after akuma attacks, before one of her occasional drop ins on the podcast recordings.

Ladybug could only shrug.  “Maybe she’s shy.”

Alya laughed.  “Nah, there’s only one thing in this world that Marinette’s shy about and public speaking isn’t it.”

“Oh?” Chat said, looking ready to dive into what Ladybug knew would be a too revealing conversation.  Fortunately Alya didn’t take the bait and merely waved him off.

“Don’t worry about it.  I’ll get her to agree.”

Silently, Ladybug laughed.

Because if there was one thing Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not going to do it was agree to be a guest on her crime-fighting partner’s internet radio show.  Not when her alter ego was also a frequent guest on said podcast. She didn’t know how much of her identity was protected by the miraculous but she wasn’t willing to test it to appease Chat Noir’s whims.

It would only take one perceptive binge listener (or an overly eager feline partner) to notice that Ladybug and Marinette’s voices  sure do sound alike …

Pfft.  Yeah, no.

“Not gonna happen, Als.”

“But whyyyyyyy,” Alya whined, sitting up from her prone position on the chaise to shoot her best friend her patented puppy dog eyes.  They were nearly as devastating as Chat Noir’s. Marinette was unmoved.

“I’m not embarrassing Nathaniel like that.”

She pouted.  “But he’s with Marc now.  I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Even if he said he didn’t, the answer is no.”

Thankfully Alya knew when to drop the subject.  

Unfortunately for Marinette, 

Chat Noir did not.

[necroalx]

New Chapter for The Informant story: Judgement Confidant.

Chapter 4 Resilience:

So, happy new year ^^; I've been doing lots of stuff lately and I want to make my new year resolution to finish all my stories in here. I like to thank splinterfranxx (makotwoofficial on twitter) for beta reading most of this chapter. It helped me a lot to recover my writing confidence to have someone do that, and sorry for giving you the trouble ^^; Anyway, this was longer than the rest of the chapters but I have my outline for the rest of the story mostly finished so here's where things start to pick up. 

RANK 4

Sae Niijima: Are you free? I’ve been meaning to put some sense into you ever since our last meeting.

Sae Niijima: I’ve decided your fate.

Those where the texts Ren found in his phone right after finishing his studying for the exams; he had spent the last afternoon before the three days of torture began studying with Makoto at the library. Regardless of her mention of “drilling it into him” He didn’t see too much into it during the meeting as he actually concentrated on his notes for a change, learning a bunch of new studying methodologies thanks to his reliable Senpai.

After his study was done, he checked on his phone again.

But Sae texting him while he was spending time alone with her little sister did nothing but feed a nonessential paranoia in him.

‘What did I even do to piss her off now?’              

He wondered.

….

>Respond later

>I am too young to die.

….

>I am too young to die.

Sae: If you’re able to make jokes you may understand that our deal still stands, I will reward you with some legal advice. And maybe something else that could help in the future too.

Sae: But first I must confirm something, by testing you one last time.

Ren: I’ll go.

Sae: Good, I’ll send you the location, prepare some gym clothes as well.

Sae: I’m gonna carve some respect into you.

…

An odd sense of deja vu filled his mind.

---

Song: Infiltrate (P5A)

He arrived at the location sent to his phone, just a few blocks from Shibuya's station square. There was a gym ironically called “Scramble”. The gym was small but had all it needed to have. There weren’t that many people in the gym since it was already past the rush hour. He noticed a ring and a wooden mannequin used for practicing martial art moves similar to the one in the gym Ryuji showed him at Central Street.

These two things did trigger some alarms in his head. Alarms that became a code red as soon as he noticed the slender but fit figure of a woman wearing yoga pants, a sports bra, and a couple of gloves similar to the ones worn by the mixed martial artists he’d seen in cage fighting on TV walking away from the mannequin.

Her ashen hair was tied up in a ponytail but a little bit of her long hair still covered one half of her forehead, sticking to the skin of her face as  sweat dripped down her face. She had to have been training for some time by now.

He gulped as soon as she noticed him and started approaching him while taking her gloves off.

“So you actually came. Good.” The young woman said as she picked a towel to clean her face.

Since she was closer, he was able to notice the sweat trickling down from her upper torso under her sports bra to her…notable abs. He immediately lowered his head and trained his eyes  to the floor, as if hiding his presence so he wouldn’t become a witness of a crime or a scene he shouldn’t have seen.

‘Calm down dammit.’  he cursed.

To which Sae tilted her head curiously.

“What’s with that face?” she asked, almost dropping her stoic facade to let her smug inner smile win over.

Ren simply shook his head.

He didn’t want to know what the woman thought about his reaction, as he could’ve just made things worse, not wanting to deal with unceasing teasing for the rest of the evening.

But Sae didn’t push the topic and brought both her hands to her hips.

“Well, I suppose I should start explaining why I called you here today.”

She then turned her head towards the ring beside them. And his worst fears became a reality.

“To put it shortly, you’ll be my sparring partner today.”

Ren opened his mouth but no sound came out of him as his worst fear came to reality.

He knew deep down this was going to be his fate as soon as she texted him to come up with the gym clothes that he was currently  wearing. He cursed his previous compliance, thinking he could’ve used the excuse to go change to plan an escape route. Instead as she had told him earlier, his fate seems to be sealed for the night.

“Don’t be so surprised. What? Are you really that intimidated by a woman?”

He gulped, it was an odd question coming from her. Was he really prepared to be teased and tested for the rest of the evening?. Shall he play along? With a person like Sae Niijima, there wasn’t much space for proper retaliation if he took her previous reactions to his “jokes” as reference. If he took it too far, his stunts would either fly over her head, or cause a sore in the mood for the rest of their encounter.

Threading carefully he finally responded...

> Of course not.

>You look threatening.

>I am not prepared.

>”Of course not.” (2 points)

“Oh?” Sae smiled at that response, making the boy realize she was taking it as a challenge. “Well then if you’re so confident, then here I go!”

>“You look threatening”. (0 points)

“Ugh” Sae crossed her arms and let out a defeated whine. “I don’t know how to take that. Anyway prepare yourself!”

>”I am not prepared”. (1 point)

“That’s the point, now defend yourself!”

 Song: Blooming Villain (intro)

Sae immediately entered in combat mode, raising both hands at her head’s height and rising one leg before stepping forward, charging at his direction.

.....

Complete chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25752643/chapters/69815940

[peaceisadirtyword]

Off-Screen (Alex Høgh/Reader)

A/N: Hi! For this, I combined two requests; one from @ateliefloresdaprimavera and another one of some lovely anon that was very very similar. I’m so sorry I didn’t ask you before combining the two requests, I tried to make them separated but I couldn't :( If you don’t like it feel free of telling me and I can try and do something else for you☺️💕

I always get very nervous when posting requests because I'm afraid of disappointing you, but I really hope you like this and it’s not too boring!💜  

And thank you @ateliefloresdaprimavera and dear anon for requesting this!😘

Warnings: Fluff, Marco has a big mouth, mentions of sex, Alex is cute, he cheats on video games, my questionable way of writing.

Words: 2382

gif belongs to @scandiwood 

"And... Cut! Amazing, guys, you did it so well!" Katheryn smiled excitedly at you "It's a pleasure to work with you... Now, go rest a bit before the next scene... Where are Georgia and Jordan? We're shooting their scene now!"

You smiled at Alex getting up from your seat.

"You did well" he said, getting up with more difficulties, as he was wearing Ivar's braces.

"Well, thank you, it's an honor coming from you" you laughed, hitting his arm "I'd tell you the same but you always do it perfect, so...It wouldn't be any news"

He rolled his eyes.

"I fucked it up twice with the script... Can I go to your trailer later to go through the lines?" He asked out loud, so the extras would hear him. 

"Yeah, of course" you nodded, smiling.

"Okay, see you later" he kissed your cheek, something normal as he always kissed everyone's cheek, especially Marco's, who wasn't really a fan of that "Bye, love"

You noticed how he widened his eyes and bit his lip, worried. You just winked at him before leaving for your trailer, needing some rest after the intense scene you just shoot.

You started working on Vikings at the same time as Alex, Marco, Ida, David and Jordan, playing the half-sister of the Ragnarssons, Freyja, Aslaug's and Harbard's daughter. Given Ivar and Freyja's close relationship, most of your scenes were with Alex, so you had a very special relationship with him, being your first and best friend in there. 

You lied down on the couch, unlocking your phone and opening Instagram. Alex had posted a photo of you on set that he took a few days before, in which you were on Freyja's costume, with a blanket over your shoulders and looking at the camera, smiling shyly. You had to admit that Alex worked magic with that camera; you had dark circles under your eyes, your hair was a mess and the make up was ruined after a long day of filming, but he managed to make you look like a model. 

The fans liked Freyja, at least most of them, so the comments were full of compliments and nice things;

Omg she's so beautiful😍

I don't know if I'm jealous of her for being so close to Alex or I'm jealous of Alex for being so close to her.

Guys tell us the date for the wedding

Am I the only one who ships Ivar and Freyja a lot?? I mean, I know she's his sister and this is not Game of Thrones but... Seriously, Alex and Y/N have so much chemistry that I can only wish they are an actual couple.

The last comment had hundreds of likes, which made you blush. It was really nice to read that people liked your work and the character you loved playing so much... And the fact that they thought you and Alex would make a good couple...

If only they knew, you thought, biting you lip as you kept scrolling through the comments. 

Alex, you better make a move soon or I'll ask for her hand in marriage

Y/N is so pretty... I wish I looked like her

You frowned and immediately pressed on "reply" to write a quick message to her. 

Thank you♥️ And I'm sure you are beautiful too!

You closed Instagram, entering Twitter to find the photo everywhere. Apparently the fans thought it was really sweet that Alex shared so many photos of you. 

Please someone tell me that @y/n and Alex are already together because I NEED IT.

Just imagine how their children would be... I mean, can they have better genes??

@y/n is not only an amazing actress and a beautiful woman, she's really sweet and nice too, and I think Alex and her would be really cute together

You liked some tweets and answered to others before locking your phone again and getting up to fix your hair a bit and take the script. Alex probably would come soon. 

As you were focused reading your lines for the next scene, you didn't hear the door opening and almost yelled when a strong pair of arms hugged your waist from behind. You relaxed when you heard Alex's soft chuckle on your ear. 

"Hi" he muttered, kissing your cheek. You smiled and turned around to kiss him. God, you'd been wishing to do that since you saw him that morning, but you couldn't as the set was full of extras.

Alex hummed against your lips, smiling when you hugged his neck tightly. 

"Hello" you broke the kiss, biting your lip and smiling back to him. 

Alex looked at you intensely before kissing you again. 

"I missed you"

"You literally saw me fifteen minutes ago"

"Too much time" he whined, frowning "Besides, I haven't kissed you since yesterday"

As you had been together only for a few months, you were still in that phase where you literally needed to be together and make out all the time. 

"You made my social media go crazy with that photo" 

"Isn't the best photo ever? I think it's my favorite"

"I think you're exaggerating" you rolled your eyes, hitting his chest.

"I'm not" he pretended to be offended "Ask the fans, they think you look beautiful"

You sighed, playing with the details of his Ivar costume.

"Are we being too obvious?"

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N, I've been flirting with you on instagram since we met, remember that comment on your photo in Dublin where I said I loved Dublin's monuments? I wasn't talking about the castle or the Trinity College, love"

"Oh my god, that was the worst one"

"You loved it"

You rolled your eyes.

"So, you mean that even if we were touchy and flirty in public no one would notice because we already do that?"

"Yeah" he shrugged "I didn't notice either, Marco told me the other day, that's why I didn't wrote the caption I wanted on the photo and I just put your name"

"What did you want to write?" 

"I wanted to write that I have the most beautiful views from my office"

"God, Andersen, you really should learn better lines"

"Come on! This one was nice!" 

You chuckled, putting your hands on his shoulders to kiss him. He hugged your waist and deepened the kiss.

"We should really go through those lines, shouldn't we?" 

"Yeah" you agreed, but continued kissing him anyway. None of you touched the script, and you fucked it up several times on your next scene. 

"I don't know if I'll make it on time, love... We haven't started the interview yet and it's gonna last half an hour or so..."

You sighed, laying on your couch with the phone on your ear.

"It's fine, I can wait"

"I promise I will call you when I get out and I'll pick up the food before going to your apartment"

"Okay" you smiled softly "I'll wait for you in here... I'm going to watch the interview, by the way"

"Oh, perfect, I look stunning today"

"Shut up, see you later"

"Bye beautiful"

You hung up the phone, leaving it on the table before taking the tv control and turning it on, looking for the channel in which Alex and Marco would give the interview in a few minutes.

Alex hadn't lied, he looked too good, you bit your lip dreamily as you watched his beautiful smile and listened to his cute accent. How did you get so lucky to call this man your boyfriend?

"So, Alex, Marco, you spend a lot of time with Y/N, who plays your sister Freyja in the show... Is she as nice and pretty in person too?"

Marco chuckled and looked at Alex, letting him answer this question. 

"Yeah, Y/N is amazing, she has this... Light, you could say, she's a very good actress of whom I've learnt a lot, and a wonderful person, she's always there to help you and she's always smiling and her laugh is contagious... I feel very very lucky of having her in my life" 

You blushed, but smiled with some tears in your eyes. 

Marco was holding back a laugh.

"Yeah, Y/N is a blessing" he agreed, helping Alex to hide his excitement of talking about you "She's even more nice than you could imagine, and we spend a lot of time together, especially now that Alex and her are together and..." He froze, realizing what he just said. You gasped and your heart skipped a beat. Marco! 

Alex did an amazing job recomposing himself in seconds and clearing his throat, looking at Marco as he kept talking. 

"It's amazing to work with her, and she is really good at playing Fifa, too" Marco smiled, pretending he hadn't said anything special. 

Luckily, the interviewer noticed their reaction and changed the topic. After breathing in relief, you noticed your phone was going crazy with notifications. 

Oh, fuck. The last photo Alex posted of you was on fire.

DID YOU HEAR THAT? THEY'RE TOGETHER THEY'RE TOGETHER MARCO THANK YOU 

I don't know why all of you act so surprised, I mean it was obvious

Marco is their shipper number one

OMG I KNEW IT 

ALEX POST MORE PHOTOS OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND

Guys, calm down, maybe Marco said that only to hide that he's Alex's boyfriend😂, or maybe it's a joke, idk... We should wait until they confirm it. 

Without you realizing it, you were smiling. It was very nice to see most of the fans had good reactions at Marco's accidental revelation. 

You deactivated the notifications and immediately went to your messages. There were some messages from the rest of the cast, asking if everything was okay. You even got a text from Marco, saying he was very sorry, that he didn't mean to say it, that he hoped you weren't mad and that he would bring your favorite cake to you to the set next morning. 

You were so busy looking at the comments on the photo that you didn't realize the interview was over. 

When Alex arrived, he looked worried. He had brought the food, yes, and he quickly left it on the table before hugging you tightly. 

"Are you okay? I haven't looked at the comments, did they say something bad to you? I can record a video now saying Marco was only joking..."

"Hey, calm down" you smiled at him, caressing his cheek "It's fine, Alex, I've only read good things, they're actually pretty excited, let's eat and then we will think about it, okay?" 

He breathed deeply, relieved you didn't receive any death threats or anything like that, and nodded before kissing you softly. 

"I love you, and I'm actually really thankful to Marco for doing something I didn't have the guts to"

"I love you too" you smiled, hugging his waist and resting your head on his chest "Tell Marco I'm not mad at him, please, poor boy"

"He was so scared, begging me to forgive him before I even said anything" he chuckled "I got your favorite pizza, by the way"

"Alex! Stop cheating!"

"I'm not! It's not my fault I'm better than you!" 

You glared at him, feeling tempted of throwing the PS4 control to his head. 

"I know you are cheating"

"Learn how to lose properly, woman" he mocked you "And you know the rules, the loser has to go and make more popcorn" 

"You just made up that rule"

"And you just lost the game"

You growled and smacked him on the back of his head before taking the empty bowl and walking over to the kitchen, ignoring Alex's chuckles. 

While you waited for the popcorn, you received another notification. Guessing it was another photo of Alex and you in which the fans were tagging you with the breaking news that you were together, you opened it. 

It wasn't. 

Alex posted another photo of you. This time it was one he just took with his phone. You were on the couch, the control on your hands while you were focused on the tv, on winning the game. You didn't look bad, but what made you smile was the caption.

@ alexhoeghandersen: Ivar has the best sister ever and I have the best girlfriend ever. She's amazing and I am the luckiest man in this world. Thanks Marco. @ y/n, I love you even if you are an awful loser.

You smiled widely, biting your lip, quickly liking the photo and wiring a comment. 

@ alexhoeghandersen Pretty words aren't gonna save your ass on the next game, Andersen. I love u too anyway. 

There were hundreds of comments... The fans were even more excited than you. 

This is the cutest shit ever. 

Alex for fuck's sake let your girlfriend win. 

I knew it, it isn't like you were really hiding.

I'm more excited now than when my fiancee proposed to me 

MARCO YOU ARE AMAZING WE LOVE YOU

Even Marco commented;

You're welcome guys 😎

You closed the app and opened your photo gallery. You had a beautiful photo of Alex and you that you had taken a few days before, in which you were smiling to the camera, snuggling into his chest, and he was looking at you with a cute little smile on his face. 

You posted it, writing a small caption. 

@ y/n: @ alexhoeghandersen I love you, you cheater bastard, but prepare to lose.

You heard him laughing on the living room and a few moments later he appeared on the kitchen, a smile on his face. He hugged you and kissed your lips hungrily.

"I love you, prepare for tomorrow because I'm going to give you the best kiss of your life in front of everyone on set"

"Well I don't want to wait, I want that kiss now" you tilted your head, biting your lip with a small smile.

"You know what? I'm tired of playing video games" he muttered, biting your lip "I prefer playing something else"

Alex grabbed your ass, lifting you over the kitchen counter while kissing and biting your neck, making you gasp and moan in surprise. 

"Alex... Alex, the popcorn..."

"We'll eat them later" he half moaned as your body reacted to him "I'm always hungry after sex"

Tags: @mblaqgi @alicedopey @lol-haha-joke @hallowed-heathen @ivarslittlebadgirl @naaladareia @tephi101 @captstefanbrandt @love-hate-love @titty-teetee @thisisparadisemylove @readsalot73 @moondustmemories @thevikingsheaux @therealcalicali @chimera4plums @blushingskywalker @awkwardfangirl02 @credolouskhaalesi @gruffle1

I named Y/N’s character Freyja because I'm the most original person in the world. 

I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading♥️

[old-read-all-about-kpop]

Anonymous: Hey! 😘 Congratulations for your successful blog!! Could you write a reaction on how would Oneus' members confort their s/o as she is fat and she doesn't like her body? Thanks!!! 💓

A/N: Sorry for the super super duper long wait beloved. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this. Just know that I won’t be using the word “fat” in my writing just because that term seems a bit offensive to me, but I will write “plus-sized” instead. Nonetheless please enjoy this 💓💓💓💓

Ravn

You and Ravn had reservations at an upscale restaurant. It was mandatory to dress up. That meant a dress and some heels would have to be your attire for the evening. Your enemies.

You ransacked your closet, hoping to find the best dress to wear. You wanted to find one that hid your figure, or whatever you would call this body of yours.

With no dress that fit your desires, you fell onto of your bed and pouted. You fought back tears that threatened to spill over.

Ravn soon entered, pausing to observe the situation before him. “Alright,” he started. “What’s wrong with my baby?” His tone of voice revealed that he already knew the answer.

“I’m fat!” You cried, pouting deeper.

“No,” Ravn countered, trying not to laugh. “You’re plus-sized. Thick, if you may. But, most importantly, you're gorgeous. Breathtaking. Ethereal. A goddess. You're meant to be a model. The modern-day Mona Lisa! The pinnacle of beauty! You're meant to be in-"

"Okay! I get it!" You tried to hide a smile. "I'm beautiful."

Ravn trapped you in his arms and kissed you sweetly on your cheek. A bright smile was present on his face. "And don't you forget it. Now get glammed up, we have an evening to spend together.”

Seoho

Kiss. “And I love your tummy.” Kiss. “And I love your thighs, my favorite pillows.” Kiss. “And I love your small feet.”

You giggled from each innocent kiss to your body, squirming away from your boyfriend’s tireless affections.

As much as you tried to hide your insecurities from Seoho, you slipped majorly when you frowned on your body. You started saying every belittling statement toward it as you gazed at your reflection in hatred.

Seoho came home early and witnessed the entire thing. His heart broke bit by bit as he heard the hateful words you conveyed.

Now, here you two were, lying down on the bed as Seoho peppered kisses to each part of your body that you despised. And although you tried escaping from his tight grip, you hoped he didn’t stop anytime soon. Because the love he had for you overpowered the hate you had for yourself.

Leedo

“Come sit on my lap, baby,” Leedo said, patting his thighs.

You chewed your bottom lip nervously. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just sit on the floor. It’s no big deal.”

Leedo pouted. “But I want you close to me.”

You were running out of excuses. You finally gave up and walked reluctantly to Leedo. Once you sat down on his lap, you were cautious of how much weight you were putting on his legs. You knew soon enough he’d tell you to get off.

“Why are you sitting so stiffly?” Your boyfriend questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. He pulled you to his chest, causing your body to fully lay in his lap. “Stay a while.”

You huffed. “Well, tell me when your legs get tired. Then I’ll get off.”

Leedo scoffed. “Babygirl/boy, you act like you weigh as much as an anchor. You’re fine where you are.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he said sternly. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pressing you into his warm chest. “I want my baby close to me no matter how much she/he weighs. Understand?”

You couldn’t help but feel loved by his words and loving actions. You simply nodded your head as you snuggled into his embrace, thankful to have such an open-minded boyfriend.

Keonhee

Keonhee plopped down on the couch with a content sigh. He opened the menu to you two’s favorite takeout place before speaking. “What would you like to eat jagi?”

You fidgeted with the strings on your hoodie. “Um...I don’t want anything actually.”

Keonhee gave you a stern look, already knowing what was going on. He sighed. “Jagi, you need to eat. You can’t starve yourself.”

“But all I’m gonna do is get fat!” You whined.

“You’re not gonna become fat, y/n,” Keonhee countered. “If you’re really worried about your weight than you can eat small portions of your food. Or even workout. I could help you.”

You blinked at your boyfriend, utterly dumbfounded. “Really?”

Keonhee tilted his head, shooting you a glare through his lashes. “Of course, y/n.” He lifted his head back up. “I want you to be happy and confident in yourself. So, if you feel the exact opposite, then I’d like to help you.”

A smile graced your face as you gazed at the man before you. “Thank you, Keonhee.” You grabbed his face and brought his cheek to your lips, pressing a big kiss on his face.

Keonhee’s eyes widened from the sudden affection but soon smiled widely, accepting such a lovely action. “Anything for you, my love.”

Hwanwoong

“Baby, I’ve always been curious but had no way of asking this...” Hwanwoong seemed hesitant on what to say next.

“What is it, Woong?” You asked, continuing on running your fingers through his hair as you scrolled through Twitter.

He turned his head to look up at you from his position on your stomach. “How come you always wear baggy clothes? I’d really like to see your figure.”

You froze, your eyes wide as you focused on nothing in particular.

Hwanwoong sensed your change in attitude and quickly backpedaled. “Sorry. If that was too much of a personal question you don’t have to answer.”

“No, no,” you said quickly, shooing away his apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t expect you to ask that.”

“Again, you don’t have to tell me,” Hwanwoong stated. “You don’t seem comfortable in speaking on this topic.”

“Well, no, n-not really.” You licked your lips. “It’s just that...I’m self-conscious about my weight.”

Hwanwoong sat up, placing his hands on either side of you. “But you’re perfect.” He knitted his eyebrows together, not comprehending how you could be self-conscious about such a thing. Despite the short amount of time you two have been a couple, he was head over heels for you already.

“To you,” you countered, caressing his cheek lovingly. “But, to me, I look ugly with all this weight.”

“Then, change it,” Hwanwoong stated simply. “If you don’t like your weight, do something about it. But, just know, I love you no matter what number is on the scale. And also know that I’ll support you always.” He took your hand from his cheek and kissed the palm of it.

You blushed despite yourself, smiling sheepishly. “I appreciate you, Hwanwoong.”

He bent down and kissed your forehead before placing it against yours. “And I appreciate you.”

Xion

“Sweetheart,” Xion cooed, consoling you as best as he can, “we can have fun doing other things at the amusement park. Just because the safety bar couldn’t fit shouldn’t change anything.”

“But it does! It changed everything!” You yelled, capturing passerbys’ attention. You wiped your face clear of your salty tears. “Xion, you really wanted to go on that roller coaster! And then here comes your blob of a girlfriend who ruins your chance on going on it.” Tears welled up in your eyes once more. Your bottom lip quivered.

Xion grew serious, a very rare sight to see. “Listen to me, y/n. I could care less for that ride. I only care about being with you on this beautiful day. You know what? If you want to leave, we can leave right now. Cause, quite frankly, just being with you doing nothing makes everything right in my life.”

You sniffled. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Is it working?” He asked softly, carefully wiping under your eyes.

A small smile appeared on your face. “Yes.”

Xion smiles in return. “Good. Now, what would you like to do, my queen?”

You pondered for a minute before answering. “I think we should continue our day. Just because one ride was a bummer doesn’t mean the other ones will.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure.”

So, joining hands, you two walked off, resuming your day together.

A/N: I love completing writings. It makes me feel like I accomplished so much. I hope you enjoyed this darling 💓💓💓💓

[yoongs-yoongi]

Touch My Body Challenge.

Yoongi x Youtuber Reader

Warning: None just lots of fluff!

Summary: On your twitter you asked your viewers what they wanted to see you do in your next video. Majority of them requested the "Touch My Body Challenge.

A/N: Don’t mind me, just vacuuming out my drafts:)Any new content will be posted to my masterlist later.

"What's up Buttercups!" I exclaimed into the camera. "I hope you all are having a glorious day because I am not!"

My face fell into a straight face.

"You guys my day has been a disaster, when I tell you disaster I mean it. Oh ____ surely something good must have happened to you today. No squeaky, obnoxious viewer's voice, nothing good happened today. I don't wanna talk about it because I know I'm going to get mad all over again. I may talk about it later, maybe not." I shrugged.

"With that being said, let's get started!" I snapped my fingers and appeared in my living room.

"Now as you all can see by the title of this video I am doing the 'Touch My Body Challenge.' I was going to do it with my bestie, Kendra, but sadly she's out of town at the moment. No worries though, I found a substitute! Substitute! Get your butt in here!"

My kitchen door swung open and Yoongi came out stuffing his face with something from the content of my fridge. He sat down beside me in front of the camera.

"Is that my cheese stick?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said nonchalantly. I gaped at him, his very existence is annoyinng my soul. I eyed him as he continued to eat my last cheese stick. He noticed me staring.

"Whhaaaatttt?" He slightly laughed.

"Don't whhhaaattt me! You've eaten all my cheese sticks now. I didn't even have one!"

There was a long silence until Yoongi snickered. I hate that his smile is so contagious, I couldn't help but laugh too. I wasn't suppose to smile it was angry time. I've yet to meet somone who didn't smile when he did.

"It's not funny!" I whined.

"I'm sorry honey, you want the rest? He held the half eaten piece to my mouth.

"No, you heathen! Move!" I nudged his hand away, he kept repeating the word eat over and over. My viewers were gonna see a fight in a second.

"Quit!"

Yoongi laughed, stuffing his face with the rest of the cheesestick. "Who even eats a cheese stick like that?"

"What do you mean? There's a special way to eat a cheese stick?" He scrunched up his brow, chopping away. I wiped the corner of his mouth as a little drool escaped.

"Just forget it. We're off topic anway." I turned back to the camera. "As I was saying earlier you guys, Kendra's substitute is none other than my boyfriend, Min Yoongi! Introduce yourself." I loudly whispered the last part, still looking at the camera with a smile on my face.

Yoongi stared with a straight face until he looked at me still smiling at the camera. "You just did."

"I know I did. Your supposed to do it again though," I laughed fakely. Like I said, existence annoys my soul.

"Why do I have to do it again if you did it once. That's like fucking without a condom and when I get ready to nut I hurry to put the condom on. Pointless right? I was already in you ra-"

"Okay enough of that!" I put my hand over his mouth. The son of bitch licked it. "Ew!" I squealed, removing my hand.

He looked at the camera with a satisfied smirk. I growled lowly at and turned around to give my attention back to the camera as well.

"I want a divorce."

"We're not married."

"Well then hurry up and propose to me so we can get married, then I want a divorce."

He shook his head, "There's no such thing as divorce when you marry me. You're with me for life Bertha." He pecked my cheek.

"Who the hell is Bertha?" I turned sideways at him.

"I meant ____,” He smiled, cheekily. He wrapped his arm around.

"No go hug Bertha," I pushed him off.

"If you say so-ah!! Hahaha!" I pulled his ass back down beside me. "So violent."

"Violent won't be the word they write down when they find you and Bertha's mangled bodies.”Yoongi pecked the side of my mouth.

"Aw you're so cute. What word would they write down?"

"Barbaric." I nodded.

"That's a good one,"Yoongi nodded as well. "Thank you, I'm even going to wrap her body around yours like bow. Sorta like a present to the police."

He giggled, "So they'll be presenting their present to the judge?"

"Exactly."

Yoongi laughed harder. "We have such a weird relationship.”

“I know people always say they don't understand us. News flash, isn't meant for you to understand, if it were you'd be in the relationship too. Which is a deal breaker because we don't do poly relationships."

"Well actu-

"Do you want to die? I feel like you're dropping hints. I said what I said Johnathan!”

"Who the fuck is Johnathan?"

"Moving on!" I clapped. "The Touch My Body Challenge. For those of you that don't know how this game goes one person is blindfolded and touches a random part of their SO/friend's body. The person blindfolded then tries to guess what part of their SO/friend's they touched. You ready?"

"Yes. I wanna go first." Yoongi closes his eye and sticks his tongue out in a flicking motion.

"I have to blindfold you nasty," I reached for my sleeping mask off camera and placed it over his eye. I pushed his mouth closed, "You use your hands."

"Even better!" He took his two fingers and did the come here motion. "Yoongi!"

"Oh right my bad," He made it three. I slapped his chest.

"You’re gonna get my video taken down!”

"Okay, geez. I'll be good, lets play." He held up his pointer finger. I eyed him curiously then grabbed his hand. "Is there like set number you have to get right?"

"Umm I'm not sure. We can make one up if you want?"

"5 right and you win. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for a whole day." He said, looking around blindfolded.

"Odd number, make it six."

"You just want to touch my body more." Yoongi smirked.

"With a knife, yes very much."

"Bloodplay, kinky." He licked his lips.

"Stop you horndog!" I shoved him. He laughed, "I'll be good. C'mon."

I grabbed his finger and made it touch my shoulder lightly. "Guess."

"Your shoulder."

"Cheater!"

He tore off the mask, "How did I cheat?"

"You saw me touch my shoulder with your finger! You don't get that point!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"______ I did not cheat. There may be eyes on this thing but I can't see shit! Give me my point!"

I shook my head, "Nope."

"Where are you going?" I walked off camera with my arms still crossed. "To get something so I know you won't cheat."

I heard him sigh loudly followed by something falling. "Nothing broke!"

"I don't believe you cheater!" I yelled from my room. I looked all around for something I could put over his eyes. I could use my bath robe tie. No, that might fall off.

What can I use? I searched all over my room until I found my blue beanie. "Perfect!"

I ran down the steps and found Yoongi texting someone, "Who are we texting?" I grabbed his phone.

"My mom, she wants us to swing by later."

"Oh okay. I can tell her what a cheater her son is." I smiled, handing him back his phone.

"I didn't cheat. You did!"

"Anyways cheater. Put the mask back on, we're starting over."

He mumbled putting the sleeping mask back over his eyes. His mouth formed his natural pout, I couldn't resist even he is a cheater. I kissed his lips. They were much more soft today and pink, he must have been using the Rosey Lips Vaseline I got him. His lips get real chapped sometimes.

I pulled away, "One more!" He puckered his lips up again.

"Later." I giggled. I stood up and placed the beanie on and fixed it so it was over his eyes.

"Try and cheat now."

"I didn't cheat the first time." He held his finger back up. I shook my head and grabbed his finger. I lifted my shirt exposing my belly button. I made his finger touch it lightly.

"Your belly button." He said simply

I smacked my lips sitting back down, "Still think I'm cheating?"

"No." I grumbled.

"Good. The next one come on. Ouch!"

"Sorry didn't mean to squeeze so hard." I smirked.

"You did, you sore loser."

"I am not going to lose, you are."

"I know your body like I know the back of my hand."

"Please." I scoffed.

He was right, he did know my body like the back of his. He'd gotten all six right, we made a new rule that if we got tied then we didn't have to go through with the bet. We both had won technically.

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'll be winning. I only have two I got three wrong. I'm currently on my last try.

Yoongi pressed my finger to a part of his body. It felt really squishy. "What was it?”

I took a moment to guess. "Your nose?"

"Annnnnt! Wrong, which means I win!" He cheered.

"Ugh!!! What was it?" I said still blindfolded.

"My nipple."

"I was going to say nipple too! This is bunk!" I pouted like a child.

"Aww baby. Do you want another chance?"

"It wouldn't matter, I'd have three to your six."

He shrugged, "I'll be nice and make three of mine go away go. So we’ll be tied.”

“No no, you one fair and square. What are you gonna have me do?”

He smirked looking at the camera, “I can’t say. Don’t wanna get your video taken down.”

“You’re gross.”

Shrugging he said, “You asked.”

“Whatever. Alright you guys that’s it for this video, I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you did give it big thumbs up if you didn’t then still give a big thumbs up. The thumbs down button is broken! We’ll see you next time, byeeee!”

“I can say this. What I’m gonna have you do will envolve honey. Lots and lots of honey.”

“Oh my god.”

[xans-ex]

What Am I To You? (Jungkook Smut) (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut Length: Long

*Warning- Extreme Sexual Content*

Summary- It’s been half a year since you and Jungkook started dating, and while many people may say that it’s a dream come true to date an idol, it’s actually been hard on the both of you. But you know Jungkook, and you know that whenever things get too hard, he’s always quick to make it all better.

Hours turned to days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months. Jungkook has been your boyfriend for an ongoing six months and you feel like you’ve been given the world every time you looked into his eyes. He’s everything you ever wanted. The never-ending love was something only you two can share, and didn’t want anyone else to see.

But as you sat in your dorm, working on an essay that is not due until next semester, you realized just how lonely you are. BTS had been working on their album for months and when they finally released it, they had been performing and doing interviews and going back and forth between Korea and Japan.

You rarely saw Jungkook, in fact, you never saw Jungkook. The only source you had to see your boyfriend was on TV or on social media. You typically weren’t one to keep up with social media, but Taehyung told you that to keep up with them, you at least needed a Twitter account, so that’s what you did.

You would’ve felt more alone when it comes to Taehyung being gone, but he at least sent a text message or sent a SNOW message every time he could, whether it be him eating with the other members or him getting his makeup done. Other than that, that was all you got to keep you from sitting in the dark listening to a depressing playlist, as dramatic as that sounded.

Although BTS had been on your mind for days, you needed to finish this essay. You’re known by professors for finishing your assignments months early and if you finish this essay now, you’ll be able to go on an earlier vacation than the other students.

You typed quickly on your laptop, your books for research already opened to the right pages to keep you resourced. You were writing an essay on the possible happenings if the world were to get rid of their individual governments which was a topic that you chose since it would be so easy. 

You were flipping through chapters when you heard your phone ringing. You looked over, expecting it to be your mother and you grabbed it and quickly put it to your ear, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “Hey mom, I’m working on an essay but I should be done in another hour so can I call you back?” You heard a low hum and you were taken by surprise to hear a male’s voice reply to you. “I see that you didn’t look at your caller ID cause I’m far from being your mother.”

“Jungkook?” You said his name louder than you realized and pulled your phone away from you to see his name in big letters on your screen. “Hey baby, I’ve missed you.” You almost melted at his words, but you were too upset with him. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for a month to hear from you but I’ve gotten nothing. Taehyung can send me text messages and cute videos but you can’t even send me a message saying anything? I’ve been so lonely and so sad, you have no idea.” You didn’t mean to complain and whine but it’s honestly how you felt. You miss Jungkook like crazy, and it felt like he didn’t even understand that.

“I know, and I’m sorry Princess. We’ve just been so busy, and Taehyung is just a lot better at keeping up with everyone. I’m always on my toes doing something and I’ll forget to message. Forgive me?” You could hear his sincerity through the phone and you hummed as if you were thinking but in reality, you forgave him as soon as he spoke the first time. “I forgive you.” You smiled, leaning back in your chair.

“That’s good. I was just calling to tell you that we’re finally done with all our performances so we’ll have a good month to relax until we start planning our world tour.” You perked up. “Y-You’re coming back? When?” You looked at your calendar and started planning on the bus fee to get to the airport. “We’ll be back in Korea tomorrow morning.”

You were luckily gonna be finishing this essay tonight so you were pretty much free for a good while. “Tomorrow morning...sounds great. Should I meet you guys at the airport?” You waited for Jungkook’s response but it took longer than you thought. “Don’t do that, we’ll come get you from your dorm.”

“What do you mean? I can’t come to the airport?” You were confused. Getting to see your boyfriend and your best friends when they get off their plane was all you thought about since they’ve been gone. “No, you can’t. Fans pack up the airport and things get really hectic trying to get out. You know what, it’ll be better if you’re already at our dorms so no possible fans following us can see you. I don’t need drama on Twitter.”

You understood what Jungkook meant, and you completely understood that this was most likely something all of them thought about and wanted you to do. “Okay...I understand.” You heard Jungkook sigh before humming again. “Well I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow?” His question made you chuckle, as if there was a slight possibility you wouldn’t be there. “Of course you’ll see me.” You heard his low chuckle and you instantly felt warm as if he was already in your embrace. “Well, goodnight Princess.”

“Goodnight, I love you.”

Your eyes widened as the words quickly left your lips and you instantly shut your mouth, your teeth slapping together. Jungkook was silent as well, as if the call had already ended but you looked at your phone to see that it was still ongoing. You panicked, quickly ending the call and tossing your phone onto your bed. You told Jungkook you loved him. Although this may not seem like a big deal to others, this was big for you two, because you never told each other that you loved them.

You were waiting for the right time to tell him that you loved him or even for him to tell you but your waiting has been ruined by the slip of your tongue. You sighed, running your hands through your hair before looking at your laptop that was glowing in front of you, the cursor floating over a sentence that you didn’t finish. You needed to clear your mind, so this essay was all you had.

The walk towards the BTS dorms always made you happy. Knowing you would be seeing them left your heart pounding and your walk was quick and jumpy, the white flowy sundress you decided to wear, blowing in the wind as you walked. You prepared yourself as if you were seeing them for the first time, your hair was curled perfectly and your makeup had no mistakes, which meant you had to get up early but that wasn’t a problem for you.

Walking past the familiar business buildings and restaurants, your eyes scanned all over for any signs of their return, but all you were able to see was some advertisements that had Jimin’s face on it for a skin cream. As you searched, you walked past you and Taehyung’s favorite bakery. You stopped, looking inside as the sweet smells of pastries and breads filled your nose. “Wouldn’t hurt to get them something..”

You squeezed your way in through the back door of the dorm, your hands full with a bag of breads and flavored pastries and drinks for the members. You got to the kitchen, setting them on the table. The clock that was facing you read 8:25am and you yawned, the need for a little rest catching up to you. You had no idea when BTS was going to come back and so far Twitter wasn’t telling you much if they had even landed at the airport yet, so you decided to just go ahead and take a nap.

You walked up the stairs, making your way into Jungkook, Jhope, and Jimin’s room. You walked over to Jungkook’s bed, squeezing your way past his many instruments and studio sets. His bed was soft, his sheets clean and inviting. You laid down, his pillow smelled of him and it brought you comfort as your eyes closed and you fell asleep peacefully.

Lips.

Why that word came to your mind in your dream, you were trying to figure out. You slept, but it felt like something was touching you.Your lips. Your lips were being touched...by someone else’s lips, and you knew exactly who’s they were.

Your eyes flew open quickly, Jungkook’s face pulling away and your lips instantly felt cold after being deserted. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He smirked. “Jungkook!” You grabbed him, pulling him down to you quickly and he followed,landing on top of you. “I missed you too, Princess.” He chuckled. As you held him, your mind started to wander as it always did to what you told him last night. You questioned whether or not you should bring it up but you quickly declined, not wanting to talk about it so quickly since Jungkook just got here.

He pulled away slightly, his arms wrapping around you and he looked at you, studying your face. “You’re beautiful...” He leaned in slowly, his lips making contact with yours and you were quick to kiss him back, your kisses were loving and passionate but there was a hidden hunger and desire behind it. It was true that you missed Jungkook, more than anything. You also missed the way he touched you, and the way he kissed all over your body, and the way he fucked you. But that wasn’t something that you were going to tell him.

Jungkook’s hands traveled all over your body, his hands traveling around your back and then to your stomach and upwards until his hand cupped your breast. A small moan left you as you kissed him but you were quick to whine when he pulled away. “Not right now...” He whispered and you pouted. “Later tonight, the members are going out for drinks. That’ll be the time when I can finally taste you.”

A shiver ran down your spine at Jungkook’s words and you watched as he pulled away from you, his hands grabbing yours to pull you up as well. You stood in front of him, your hands moving down to fix your sundress a little. Jungkook only stared, his eyes burning into your skin. “You’re staring, Jungkook.” You moved closer to him, your body pressing against his. His eyes flickered up to yours. “I like what I see.” His voice was deep. Deep so his words only be heard by the two of you. You quickly pressed your lips against him, your arms wrapping around his neck and his arms slowly wrapped around your waist.

You heard someone clear their throat and you were quick to pull away, looking over to see Taehyung leaning against the door frame with a piece of bread in his hands. “I knew I’d find you two up here.” He shoved the last piece of bread into his mouth, his arms open wide. “Come and give me a hug!” You smiled wide, quickly running over and hugging Taehyung, his arms engulfing you. You giggled as he spun you around and then set you back on your feet.

“Taehyung...I missed you.” You buried your face in his neck, his scent filling your nose. His familiar smell of vanilla relaxed you, as if all your inner worries didn’t exist. “I missed you too, weirdo.” He teased you. “Why are you looking all pretty? For me?” He flashed you a wide smile and you snorted, playfully slapping his arm. “Of course...not! Idiot.” You giggled as he huffed. “Still can’t respect your hyung? Do i have to leave for another month?” Taehyung’s arms folded over his chest as he pouted before quickly reaching to ruffle your hair before running off.

“K-Kim Taehyung! Do you know how long it took me to do my hair?” You yelled after him, chasing him down the stairs and into the kitchen to see the other members sitting around the table and eating the pastries you brought. “(Y/N!) Jimin wrapped his arms quickly around you, his arms hugging you tight. You pulled away from him, smiling at him before looking at all the other members.

“Do you like the food I brought?” You looked at Jin who was stuffing his face. He nodded, his mouth full of strawberry bread. “You didn’t have to bring us this.” Yoongi gave you a quick hug, his hand carrying his favorite coffee that you brought him. “If I didn’t then who else will?” You flashed a warm smile and all the members smiled back. At that moment as you stood in front of them, you really felt complete again.

As your thoughts wandered, a pair of arms wrapped around your torso. “Taehyung...you took my girl from me.” Jungkook’s voice was playfully full of mischief and Taehyung was quick to stick out his tongue. “Jungkookie, don’t forget that I’m your hyung!” He pinched Jungkook’s arm and before you knew it, Jungkook’s arm flew out and punched Taehyung in the arm. “Hyung, when has that ever stopped me?”

“Don’t mess with Jungkook, he’s been working out every day lately, he’s gonna eat us alive.” Namjoon teased as Taehyung winced at the hit. “We should call him Muscle-kook now, he looks like the muscular men from the sports magazines.” Jimin popped a piece of chocolate topped pastry into his mouth. “Not even, he looks like he could be a body builder. He should be advertising for protein shakes and not chapstick.”

You chuckled as they teased Jungkook, his goofy smile showing. “Whatever, whatever. Jimin is just jealous because my chocolate abs are better than his.” Jimin laughed out loud. “My chocolate abs are iconic, Jungkookie, you have catching up to do.” Jungkook chuckled at that, his voice almost like velvet to your ears and making you melt. His arms wrapped back around you and pulled you closer to him.

Jungkook has been glued to you since he’d seen you, not that you had a problem. You’ve been pretty much melting into his touch every time he had you close to him. Since the members came back, you’ve watched movies, played games, and watched from behind the camera when some of the members went on Vlive. It was entertaining, watching them interact with each other and also their fans. Now you were in the kitchen, eating grapes while Jungkook was wrapped around you, his head resting on top of yours.

“Alright lovebirds, we’re going out for drinks, wanna come with?” Namjoon grabbed his hat as he looked at the two of you. “No, we’ll stay here, hyung.” Jungkook spoke before you could, not that you were going to. You knew exactly what was about to happen once all the members were out that door and you were more excited that you’ve ever been before.

“Alright well, be good.” Jin looked at the two of you and you blushed. They knew exactly what was going to happen and it embarrassed you how easily you and Jungkook were to read. As the members left, Taehyung looked at you. “Use protection.” He teased before closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Race to the bedroom?” Jungkook’s voice was dark and playful and you smirked, looking at him. You bit your lip, looking up at him. He looked down at you, his hand reaching up to pull your lip from between your teeth. “Only I can bite that lip, baby girl.” You held back a moan from his words, not giving him the satisfaction to get a reaction out of you this early. You leaned in, watching as he leaned in as well, expecting a kiss.

“Loser does whatever winner says!” You ran quickly out of Jungkook’s embrace, quickly running up the stairs. You heard his feet running after you, his steps getting closer and closer. You ran quickly into Jungkook’s room, panting as he grabbed you, turning you around to face him. “Well winner, what do you want me to do?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you smirked, biting your lip again.

“Kiss me.”

Jungkook’s lips instantly landed on yours, his kisses were hungry and demanding, and a moan left you as his tongue slipped into your mouth, immediately taking dominance. His hands went down to grab your ass, his hands squeezing tightly as he leaned down to lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands under you to hold you up.

You pulled away, looking into his hungry, dark eyes. “What now, baby girl?” He purred, leaning in to press kisses against your neck. “Take me to the bed.” Jungkook followed your words as if they were all he could hear, his feet quickly taking you to the bed and he placed you down before quickly hovering over you, his lips still attacking your neck.

“J-Jungkook...” You moaned, his lips and teeth on your soft spot and you looked down at him as he kissed down your neck and to your exposed collarbone. “Let’s take this off, hm?” He looked up at you as he pulled down your straps to your dress from your shoulders. “I thought I was supposed to be ordering you?” You ran your hands through his brown hair. “Hm...you know you like it when i”m in charge.” He pulled down your dress,  the soft material slipping off of you easily. “No bra?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he stared at your exposed breasts. “I didn’t see a point in wearing one.” You bit your lip again, your body heating up under his touch as he traced his finger around your nipple. “Me neither.” He bent down to wrap his lips around your nipple, his teeth grazing against it as he flicked and rubbed at your other nipple. Your moans spilled out like honey to his ears and he kissed down your body to your clothed heat.

“Do you want me to pleasure you?” He asked, his finger hooking around your laced panties. “Do you even have to ask?” You looked down at him, your breasts moving up and down as you breathed heavily in desire. “By the look on your face, not at all.” He smirked at you. He put his lips to your pussy, the lace covering you beginning to get soaked with your juices. Jungkook pulled your underwear off, the material falling to the floor. “So wet for me...it turns me on.” Jungkook groaned as he put his finger on your wet folds and his tongue poked out to lick between them. A sweet moan spilled from your lips as you looked down at Jungkook, not wanting to close your eyes.

It turned you on to watch Jungkook pleasure you, and it turned you on even more when he looked back up at you. His lips wrapped around your clit and it was as if your body was floating on warm clouds. The pleasure running through your body as Jungkook licked and sucked at your clitoris was making your body jolt and shake in ecstasy. “F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You moaned, your hands pulling at Jungkook’s hair and you felt your climax come closer and closer before looking up at Jungkook with wide eyes when he pulled away.

“You’re not coming yet. Not till I’m inside of you.” He purred, hovering over you once more. “Well, then let me suck your dick.” You reached down to grab at his cock through his joggers. “No.” He smacked your hand away lightly. “Why not? I’m the one in charge here.” You watched as he took off his shirt, your mouth gaped open at his toned muscles. He leaned back to take off his joggers, his cock completely hard under his boxers. He wasn’t lying when he said that he was turned on.

“Because I want your pussy to be the only thing I feel around my cock.” He pulled his boxers down, his cock popping out like a spring. “You’re so hard.” You bit your lip as he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. “Only for you, Princess.” He put the condom between his teeth  and ripped off the wrapper, pulling the rubber out before blowing away the wrapper. He reached down to put the condom on. “What position do you want, baby girl?” He looked up at you.

“It’s whatever you want.” You looked at up him to see him looking at you with an amused expression. “You’re the one in charge. What feels good to you?” He leaned forwards, kissing your neck. “Um...I don’t know...um...” You thought to yourself but you didn’t know what to say. Every position felt amazing to you. “Here, let’s try something new.” He lifted your legs so they were on his shoulders and he leaned down so your knees were at your breasts.

“What are you doing?” You looked up at him questionably. “You’ll like this, I promise.” He put his finger to your lips, quieting you before positioning his tip at your entrance. You took a deep breathe as he entered you, the lack of sex over the past month made it a little painful from the stretch. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his hands gripping the sheets above your head. He hesitated, waiting for you to relax before slowly moving inside of you. You groaned, the slight pain being replaced by pleasure. “Jungkook...fuck me.” You moaned and you heard Jungkook’s familiar chuckle as he started to move faster inside you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

This new feeling was amazing, the feeling of him pounding directly into your spot as well as him rubbing against your clitoris left you a moaning mess. You felt the feeling of your climax returning and you reached up to grab Jungkook’s wrists. “I’m gonna fucking cum..” You moaned before your back arched slightly, you body shaking as your climax washed over you. “Yeah, fucking cum on my cock.” He growled, pounding into you as you came. You panted as he continued to thrust into you, your oversensitive clit was throbbing in pleasure.

“Time to change.” He pulled out quickly, your pussy feeling empty. “Get on your hands and knees.” He said the words you loved so much and you quickly turned around, sticking your ass up at him and arching your back. “You like this, don’t you?” He quickly shoved his cock back inside you and you moaned, his cock deep inside you. “Fucking take my cock.” He grabbed your hips, pounding into you. You gritted your teeth, your hands grabbing the bed sheets tighter than you’ve ever had them. You buried your head into the sheets, Jungkook’s cock slamming into you at an unbearable fast and rough speed. He reached down to grab your hair, pulling your head back up. “Moan for me, baby.” He smacked your ass, that pleasurable stinging sensation making you moan sinfully.

“You like that? You like when I spank you?” He smacked your ass two more times, your ass turning a shade of rose pink. “F-Fuck y-yes.” You moaned. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook groaned loud, his body pressing against yours as he continued to fuck you deep and he moaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he came. You moaned out loud at the feeling of him biting you along with him riding out his orgasm.

A deep growl left him as he pulled out of you and you fell onto the bed, your head against one of his pillows. You heard him take the condom off before tossing it into the trash and he was back with you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. His body was sweaty but so was yours, so you didn’t mind. “That was amazing...I missed that.” You turned so you could face him, his eyes searching yours. His face looked serious. “Jungkook? What’s wrong?”

“I love you too.” His words didn’t make sense to you at first and you stared at him, confused. “What?” He sighed, his hands cupping your face and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away, looking at you with a small smile. “You said you loved me yesterday, did you mean it?” He almost looked scared to ask that question. Did you mean it? “Of course I meant it.” You mouth moved faster than your thoughts, but you knew that you weren’t wrong. You love him. 

“Good. I love you, (Y/N).” He ran his hands through your hair and you hummed back. “I love you too, Jeon Jungkook.”

Author’s Note

Hey! Sorry that it took me this whole break to do this but I honestly had the worst writer’s block imaginable. But I’m finally finished! I hope you guys like it!

I’m sorry if there are typos, it’s late at night and I’m extremely tired so I’ll fix all the typos as soon as I wake up in the morning tomorrow!

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Supersonic; Valentine Special - Shadyqueenie

A/N: Valentine’s special for you, honeys! This was supposed to be posted on the 13th but at the beginning of the month I got ill, and then exams came up and I ended up being late [also, thank you G for being so supportive!] Hope you’ll still like it! Kisses! Your Duh, Shady ✨ ☆*ヾ(-∀・*)*+☆

What were the Supersonic Universe’s couples doing on Valentine’s day? Supersonic – Valentine Special is a collection of four drabbles featuring the couples that appeared in the previous chapters. It’s a sort of recap while I’m looking for new inspirations (: [I had to change some FW’s dates because I had some ideas and I needed some characters to be as far away from the City as possible… Hope you won’t mind ;)]

▶ Pearlet – Stars Are Falling and So Are You ( read the story here )

Milan, 6.47p.m. Bar Luce was the place Violet enjoyed the most while she was in Milan. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the colors – or anything in between… All that Wes Anderson allure that made her believe she was the main character in his next movie. It let her mind wander as she watched people in old fashioned clothes chatting, enjoying their drinks or simply writing their thoughts in black Moleskines. She was sat properly and played with the straw in her drink with annoyance when someone recalled her attention. “Sorry, I’m late” Matt started, sitting right in front of her “Did I make you wait for long?” he must have been running, since he was slightly painting. Violet shrugged and raised a hand to call a waiter “Almost no one makes me wait, it was awkward” Matt smirked as he was looking for a proper answer, but he was stopped by the waiter that asked with a very strong Italian accent “What can I get you?” The man didn’t even had time to think about it “Whatever she has” he replied shortly. He didn’t want to waste a single moment of that date by choosing a drink he would barely remember in the future. As the waiter went back to the bar, they both started “So…” and the next few moments where filled with side smiles and embarrassment. “You first” offered Matt. “So…” Violet repeated, her gaze was fixed on her drink while she spoke “Long time no see, mh?”

Matt remembered well the last time the saw each other. It was during New York Fashion Week in September, when Violet fall during Michelle Visage’s runway show. Since that day something clicked on Violet’s mind. It was like she realized how bitchy she must have sounded, how bad she behaved towards Matt. She thought that her fall was a sort of a karma’s payback. Violet knew she had to make up with him and it started with her writing a long message to Matt the next day, thanking him for being by her side the when she needed the most. Matt’s reply came sooner than expected and without any trace of resentments – which made Violet more willing to write him again. That day the conversation was everything they both needed, and it ended at late in the night with a “I really enjoyed talking to you. Let’s do it again, ok?” from Matt. Violet sucked her breath and threw her phone away from her – what the fucking was that feeling?!

Then it was a message every three or four day – “how are you?”, “how’s your day?” –, just low profile messages to keep in touch. Being friend with Violet wasn’t easy for Matt, it involved a series of hiding feelings and thoughts he didn’t think he could handle. They avoided on purpose some topics – like Violet’s work and, of course, Miss Fame. Violet never mentioned her and Matt wasn’t really dying for knowing what she was doing. It was a strange situation. The previous months, Matt was sure that he had to stay away from Violet as possible – but after the first message he had to rethought about it. But it was like he needed those messages. He needed to keep in touch with her and being her friend was better than nothing.

They kept on texting each other until not so long ago, when Matt mentioned the fact that he was going to Milan with Michelle for the Fashion Week, and Violet happened to be there too. “We can go out and have a drink together” wrote Violet out of the blue “Please, Matt. I’m in Milan all alone and none of the other models want to be befriend me” In all honestly, Matt couldn’t blame the other models – Violet’s attitude was well known among their world – but she proved him she was trying to change. He had to give her a shot. He didn’t hear anything else from her for days. Until their second week in Milan, when she proposed the following Tuesday and he realized it was the 14th. Panic caught him. Was it a date?

“Long time no see” agreed Matt trying to follow the conversation. It was a bad habit of him, recalculating each other moves and he knew he had to stop – Violet was far more plotter than him. The waiter came back with the same cocktail Violet was drinking and then placed the bill in a silver plate next to Violet’s one. He noticed that Violet hadn’t paid hers – and since his mother raised him as a gentleman – he took a banknote out of his wallet and said “I’m paying for both, keep the charge”. The waiter left with a small bow that made Violet smirk. “Thank you” she whispered against the straw. Matt chuckled. Violet knew he would have paid for her too, and he didn’t like the play of the innocent girl at her first date. So, he gave voice to his thoughts “Violet. Why did you wanted to see me on Valentine’s night? And don’t tell me ‘it’s a night just any others’ – because we’re both here since January and you didn’t even try to see me once”. He must have sounded harsh, but Violet had to show her hand. Violet played for a few seconds with the napkin under her cocktail before looking at him and Matt could almost hear her thoughts “Did you remember when you told me ‘Stars are falling and so are you’? In that moment, I realized you were right. I’m not the same person I used to be. I’m happy Matt, I really am. But Fame is in Paris since New Year’s Eve and I started thinking that, yes, I am happy – but not as I used to. It shouldn’t be like that” Matt nodded as if he understood everything “Am I… a sort of replacement for Fame?” “Oh God, Matt. No, no, no” Violet rushed “I just wanted to see you and tell you that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I saw you in September and I could barely recognize you. You were sad – well, we kinda both were. And I know that part of that sadness was because of me. I didn’t want to end up alone this evening… And you are the only person who understands me” Matt rested his elbows on the chair back as he listened to Violet. Never in his life he thought he had the chance of hearing those words spilled from Violet’s mouth. In her unique way, she was trying to apologize. Their relationship, the break-up and his anger… They seemed so distant now “Don’t worry about it, Violet. It’s over. I’ve already forgave you” Violet let out a deep breath and for the first time since Matt arrived there a sincere smile was painted on her face. They stayed silent until Violet spoke again as she finished her drink “I think I still need you in my life, in a way or another” she whispered, trying not to sound so pathetic. “And you will” Matt replied shortly. He rested his hand on hers and they were cold because of the glass she was holding. He squeezed them in sympathy “How about another of those sugary drinks?” he proposed. “You’re paying?” she asked with her usual, coquettish tone giving him a menu. “I’m paying”

Three hours and five cocktails later, Violet was walking wobbly towards the taxi. “Are you sure you don’t want to split the taxi?” she asked once she entered “Where are you staying?” “Not away from there. No worries, I’ll walk” “Are you sure?” she asked again. “I am sure” he repeated firmly. He wasn’t used to Violet being so caring, but he liked it – he missed that lively sparkle in her eyes. “Ok, so… See you soon?” tipsy Violet was far more insecure than sober Violet. It was almost comical. He kept note he had to remember it to her – maybe the next time he’ll write her. Matt smiled in agreement and closed the taxi door for her. The night in Milan wasn’t as freezing as it was in New York. Maybe it was the alcohol. Violet’s taxi was a blurred point in the distance. Maybe it was because of her.

▶Biadore – Everyone But You ( read chapter I, II & III )

New York, 1p.m. and Milan, 7 p.m. Adore said multiple times she really (really, really) loved Valentine’s day, and during the entire month of January she gave Bianca tons of hints about it. So, when Bianca told her that she was going to spend that day (and the entire month of February) between Paris and Milan with Trinity for the Fashion Week she whined and complained like a baby girl. And, of course, tweeted about it for days. Eventually, she gave up because no one can stop Bianca from putting her work first (and Bianca couldn’t care about Twitter less). She gets it, and she couldn’t even stay mad at her for long because Bianca proposed something so cute Adore couldn’t believe it was really coming out from her mouth. A Skype date on Valentine’s day. Lunch for Adore at 1p.m. and dinner for Bianca at 7p.m. Adore almost spent the first week of February just thinking of what she should have being wearing. She wanted to make it memorable, like a real date. She didn’t expect to be so nervous when 1p.m. of February the 14th came “Adore, make her regret going at the other side of the world, or the ocean – or whatever” she repeated as she adjusted her red curls and pressed the incoming call button, the pizza box next to her was still hot and emitted smokes “You can do it”. But in the end, Adore was as nervous as their first date, and for the first time she sat properly on the chair.

“What the fuck are you wearing” stated Bianca as Adore’s webcam started working. Well, that wasn’t the reaction she was expecting from her girlfriend. On the other hand, you couldn’t have blame Bianca – Adore showed up wearing nothing but an ivory lace lingerie ensemble and her usual red lipstick. It wasn’t like Bianca wasn’t delighted by that vision, but a flute of champagne instead of a cheap beer in Adore’s hands would have had another effect. “Duh, your Valentine’s presents! Which is me, if you didn’t get it” she moved closely to the screen and inspected Bianca “What the fuck are you wearing?!” Adore pointed out as Bianca seemed to wear a black jacket with nothing underneath it “Bitch, are you even wearing a bra?!” “It’s from Moschino’s new collection, I have a party to attend later” “This is not an answer” “The answer is no. But “Bianca added and raised a finger to shush her girlfriend as she saw Adore’s mouth opening read to speak “I didn’t choose it. Trinity made me wear it” Adore jumped on her seat annoyed by the fact that Bianca has never looked so sexy and there was an ocean (literally) between them “Why do you have to look so sexy when I can’t even touch you?! Can you wear it again when you’ll be back?” Bianca’s checks slightly turned red at the request “I’ll try my best” she said after an embarrassed cough.

“So, what did you order?” Adore tried to change the subject of their conversation – she needed something to distract her from keep on staring at Bianca’s neckline. “Salmon. I’m not even going to ask you since I can see the pizza box” Adore stuck her tongue out playfully and raised her beer towards the camera in a sort of toast “I think that’s one of the best date we’ve ever had. Like, we don’t have to argue where going to eat and you can have your super pretentious white wine while…” “Well, if you call pizza and beer a date…” Bianca whispered loud enough for Adore to hear her and then raised her glass too. “But in underwear! Expensive underwear!” Bianca’s snort set Adore’s mood off “You never like my presents” Adore whined and crossed her arms. “The last time you bought me something was a bonsai because – and I quote textually – ‘it’s tiny as you!’” Bianca’s voice cracked as it reached the highest tone she could, parroting the words that Adore told her when she bought that fucking bonsai. “First – that was true. Secondly, I thought it was cute! You laughed at it too!” Adore has never been the kind of person who can guess the perfect gift. But once she saw that little tree on a window shopping, she quickly made a connection with Bianca being shorter than her and her love for plants. It didn’t sound like a bad idea, and Bianca’s face when Adore gave her the bonsai was speechless. “Yeah, you’re right” “I’m goddammit right” and by saying that Adore bite a slice of her pizza. Unfortunately, a (very large) drop of tomato sauce felt right on her bra. It was like one of those slow-motion scenes, and Adore’s face lowered to see the damage she has done. Fuck, her 200 dollars’ bra was already ruined “Bea. You don’t mind, do you?” Bianca dropped her fork and laughed “Did you just spoiled my present?!” “Well, at least I bought you something! Where is my present?!” Bianca raised an eyebrow and directed her laptop behind her “Right there, asshole” replied, showing a black bag with a pink ribbon. “Wait. You actually bought me a present? What is it?” Adore’s frame stuck out towards the screen as if that was giving her a better view. “No way. You’re seeing it when I’ll be back” “Then tell me again when you’re coming back” the red haired asked opening the second can of beer. She felt a cold drop of beer crashing against her chest but – whatever – her bra was already ruined. She knew she sounded bothered and she couldn’t help it. She missed Bianca so much it was almost surreal. Adore has never really been in a monogamous relationship before Bianca. To be precise, she has never been in a relationship before Bianca. That means that whenever she needed (or wanted, or both) she has always slept with someone. She blamed it on being young and carefree, and she enjoyed those time as much as being with Bianca in a commitment relationship. So, Bianca being away for that long – let’s face it – sucked. “March the 3rd” “You can’t be real!” Adore said out loud. “I’ve already told you like ten times” Bianca shook her head at her girlfriend’s exaggerated reactions. She loved them (most of the time) – they made Adore look like a needy girl and Bianca loved taking care of her. But in that moment, they weren’t together and a hint of vexation appeared on Bianca’s face – she has never wanted to come back home so badly before. “I always hope you’ve changed your mind. You know, seeing me like this” Adore let her hands wandering along her chest but Bianca didn’t change her expressions “You better spend the 4th with me alone. In bed, hopefully” she added bitterly. “Sleeping because of the jet lag? Probably” Bianca snapped back and left Adore dumbfounded. She enjoyed way too much making fun of Adore. Her girlfriend may hadn’t realized it yet, but she always ended up having her way with Bianca. “Don’t joke with me!” Bianca’s sarcastic laugh echoed through the laptop’s speakers until the sound of an incoming message came. Suddenly her face became serious as she looked Adore “I have to go” she emptied the glass in one swallow and stood up. “But you just touch your food” Adore mused. “Yeah but Trinity just texted me that our car has arrived. Didn’t expect it so sooner” Bianca stopped herself and moved her gaze towards Adore. It didn’t go as they planned – not at all. “That woman need to be fucked by someone. She’s stressful. When I’m going to see you again?” Adore didn’t really want to sound like a brat, but her lunch date didn’t come out as she expected and she couldn’t hide it from Bianca. She wondered for how long they’d managed to see each other for a short period before giving up. “I don’t know. But text me, ok? I’ll reply as soon as I can” Bianca softened her voice “It’s not like going to a Moschino party with Trinity is my dream date for Valentine’s day. Well, going to a Moschino party is, not the company though” she knew that Adore loved hearing those kinds of sappy and stupid things and after all that was the truth. Her smile proved Bianca she was right. “Bea?” “Yes?” Adore hold her breath as she wanted to tell her a lot of things – most of all something that usually are said on Valentine’s day like “I love you”. But even though she was sure about her feelings, she didn’t know if Bianca was feeling the same. That situation didn’t help and she didn’t want to scare the hell out of Bianca “You’ve been staying at the other side of the ocean for a month. Don’t you dare coming back with just the Valentine present ok?” Bianca chuckled “What do you want? A pair of shoes, a new clean bra…?” “A real Italian pizza!” Adore laughed seeing Bianca rolling her eyes. “Ok, let’s say I’ll try to surprise you. I really have to go now” Adore pouted her lips “Happy Valentine’s day” “Happy Valentine’s day to you too, baby girl”

▶ Shalaska – Work of Art ( read the story here )

New York, 3.15p.m. “You are so beautiful and sweet” said Sharon in a very sweet and caring tone as Alaska entered in the room. “Ooow, thank you!” she replied, feeling her cheeks getting redder at the unexpected compliment. Sharon turned towards Alaska with eyes wide open “I wasn’t talking to you” and in that moment Alaska saw her girlfriend holding Hairspray. “Do I have to be jealous of my cat too now?” she asked playing with the kimono tie that wrapped her figure. “You should. Because you’re a pretty pretty kitten, aren’t you?” Sharon raised the cat up so she could face him. On the other hand, Hairspray started feeling restless and tried to scratch the woman “Oh, ok lion, calm down” Sharon put the cat down and asked Alaska “Are you ready?” Alaska nodded and walked towards her “Tell me again why have I proposed this” “Because you love my works and you’re the supportive-girlfriend kind” Sharon replied with a grin on her face, before peaking Alaska’s lips and uniting the bow of her vest. “This is such a Titanic scene” she whispered against her lips before laying on her couch naked. “We can fuck in the car later, if you want” “Shut up and start, please”

Few days before, back in the same living room, Sharon mentioned the fact that she missed painting – with the vernissage, the art gallery and the time she spent at Alaska’s she hadn’t had a single moment for working on something new “Maybe I should just… I don’t know, hire some models and give my clients new contents. I feel like I have so much else to express” Alaska stopped working on the computer as she heard the word ‘models’ and removed her glasses in a very dramatically way “You mean… naked models?” she already knew the answer, having seen all Sharon’s works, but it was worth a shot. Sharon stayed silent and lit a cigarette instead, blowing a puff of smoke in her direction. “How many times do I have to ask not to smoke inside my house?!” Alaska sighed. “Of course I’ll be using naked models, honey… There is another way to paint people?” Sharon threw the cigarette in the can of beer she was holding as sat next to her girlfriend “They’re just bodies” she whispered in her ear “You know that I have eyes only for you” “Then use me as your model” Alaska didn’t let herself thinking properly that her mouth had already said those words. Maybe it was Sharon’s tight grip on her thigh’s fault. “I’ll think about it” Sharon replied before placing kisses in Alaska’s neck “But now, I have a better idea on how I could ‘use’ your body”

Sharon smirked at the thought as she watered the brush she was holding “Chin up, kitten” She stopped herself from preparing her tools to stare at Alaska. She thought she was so beautiful, so spontaneous, and it made her always craving from some sort of physical touch from her. Sharon loved Alaska’s body – everything about Alaska, to be honest – so why not let her being her new muse? After all, one of her deepest wish was having a moment like this one – her loved one and a blank canvas ready to capture that moment forever. Actually, Sharon was pretty impressed by her own poetic strain. The artist saw her girlfriend pushing her blonde platinum locks behind her shoulders with trembling hands – was she nervous? “Are you nervous?” Sharon asked speaking her mind. “It’s kind of I’ve just realized that I’m naked and someone else is going to see the painting. Someone who’s not you” Alaska murmured. Sometimes Sharon didn’t remember that Alaska wasn’t really into her world – one in which a naked body is just a form of art, not something that needs to be sexualized. She lifted from her position and walked towards the couch. Once she reached it, she bent over and stroke the locks that Alaska had just moved “Well, I’m the luckiest woman alive” she whispered against her ear “because I’m the only one in the world that can see you like this. At least give everyone else the chance to see a portrait of all this beauty” Over the past months Sharon learned Alaska how to loosen up a bit, and that moment wasn’t different – she suddenly saw Alaska’s shoulders relaxing and a small smile appeared in her face.

Alaska couldn’t stare at Sharon because the latter was hidden behind the large canvas. She actually couldn’t believe that such a huge object could fit in her small living room, but has always Sharon turned out to shake her little personal world and she really didn’t mind, except for one little thing “How long will it took?” “Well, it depends” replied Sharon, brushing the tool gently against the canvas “sometimes few hours, sometimes days” she smirked as she reappeared from behind her work station. “What the fuck?! My arms already hurt!” Alaska whined having her arms pins and needles. When she proposed as Sharon’s new model she didn’t know that little (yet important) detail. Like, in Titanic that scene lasted no more than five minutes – she should have done some research beforehand, not just re-watching one of her favorite movies and fantasize about it for days. “Then, next time let me use a real model. You know, one who doesn’t move every two minutes. Stay. Fucking. Still.” Sharon ordered more amused than irritated. “No way you’re gonna see another woman naked besides me” Alaska readjusted herself on her elbows. She meant it. She has found herself really jealous of everyone who was around her girlfriend and she didn’t have the slightest intention of changing it. Besides, Sharon never complained when she acted like an overly attached girlfriend “Ehy,” Alaska called Sharon’s again “can we get Chinese food for dinner?” “And then I’ll have to paint a spring rolls inflated tummy? No thanks” “I thought that after dinner we were supposed to fuck in my car” Sharon lowered the brush she was using and sighed heavily “Why don’t we have a break?”

Alaska’s kitchen was enlightened by small cinnamon scented candles, but their smell couldn’t overcome the Chinese food one’s. “Modeling is harder than I’ve ever imagined” said Alaska with her mouth full of a spring roll. She was starving and she felt tired only because she had to stay still in the same position for hours “I’m reevaluating all the work the bitches at Vanguard do during the photo shootings” “Wow, finally and after only a year you’ve found something positive about your work!” Sharon joked as her hand reached Alaska’s chin and cleaned it from a drop of soy sauce. Alaska smiled softly at Sharon’s gesture. During those past four months Sharon, has been nothing but supportive to Alaska, cheering her up after long days of work and being always ready to listen to her freak-outs. Those last weeks – with Trinity stuck between Italy and France – has been more like a honeymoon. They spent two weeks between their homes and Sharon’s gallery, and Alaska was pretty sure she could get used to it. With Sharon by her side she felt loved, and not only because she stared at her naked body all afternoon with her mouth wide open. And then something clicked on her mind between the fourth and fifth spring roll she was eating – something that was wandering in her head for weeks, and those past days (especially this day) was just the cherry on top “You know what, Sharon? I love you” she said out of the blue. Sharon turned to stone for a few seconds and accidentally let the sticks she was holding drop. She wanted to be the one who said that first. She has always been the one who said it first in the couple. But Alaska was unpredictable – from her double life at Vanguard, to her cat that was eating something that looked like soy noodles leftovers – everything about her completed the picture of a modern hero in a romance novel. And by seeing her with a spring roll half eaten in her hand and the torn mouth she usually did when she was nervous, Sharon knew that was the perfect moment “I love you too, kitten” “Just to be sure, you’re not telling it to Hairspray again, are you?” Sharon laughed and moved her seat next to Alaska’s “No, stupid. I really love you” she said before kissing her.

▶ Rajilia – Kintsugi ( read the story here )

New York, 23.49p.m. Moving back to her old apartment when she was into an almost forced vacation hasn’t been the best option. As if she had the chance to choose. That evening at the end of January she told everything to Raven – from that hideous feeling hidden in her chest to her affair with Manila. Raven was listening to her as she has always done – silent and with a cup of expensive tea in her hands. And when she told Raja that she understood her and she forgave her, that was the moment in which Raja realized she had to come back to her own home – if they kept on doing as if nothing happened (or if Raja kept on flying to another country) they would have never write the final chapter of that story. As Raja stayed silent at Raven’s forgiveness, the latter breathed “It’s over, isn’t it?” Raja lowered her glance as if she were a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar “Yeah, I think that… Yeah” That night she slept in a hotel room (the most expensive suite she could afford). She couldn’t stand the idea of coming back to her own house. The morning after she came back and packed all her stuff. She was sure that Raven was at work that time. She couldn’t face her, not now. In two hours, she packed two years of life and relationship. Two weeks later she still had her belongs in large cartons spread all over her house (that now, after years in Raven’s townhouse, it looked more like a shoe box), and Raja laid haphazardly in her sofa with her legs on her coffee table full of old magazines (mostly Vanguards’) and takeaway boxes – how she missed those comfortable armchairs in Raven’s home –, watching without too much interest a romance movie on TV. “You’ll all going to break-up, a day or another” said Raja to no one in particular as the end credits scrolled down. She placed the bottle of red wine now empty on the coffee table – how did she ever come to that? All alone and half-drank. She would have never guessed. Maybe that break-up hit her more than she wanted to admit. And she also put whatever she had with Manila on hold. Raja just gave up answering her calls and messages. The blogger was insistent at first, but after the first week of hearing nothing about Raja she eventually gave up. She gave up on her – but not on giving Raja cold glances during their working hours.

She heard a knock on her door. Who could be? She didn’t really want answer. It was 10p.m. and maybe it was just that creepy neighbor, Sam, asking the most random things in the most unusual hours of the day. She couldn’t handle him too that night – she would just curl up in her sofa pretending not to be at home. But the knock on her door became persistent and started hurting her tipsy head. “Sam, how can I help you this time…?” But that person wasn’t Sam.

It was a very drunk Manila, she must have been crying really hard since her make-up run all over her cheeks and the smell of cheap alcohol replaced her usual vanilla scent. Raja rested her body against the door frame, dumbfounded. It took her two whole minutes to realize the entire situation and before she could let out a single word Manila spoke first “Look, I know I shouldn’t be there but… Fuck, I still care. I just wanted you to know that I still care. About you – about us. And I know it’s stupid because we’ve been knowing each other for a month but… That’s what I feel” It was late and Manila’s tone of voice wasn’t appropriate for that time, Raja’s thoughts were blurred by the fair amount of wine she has been drinking. As far as she could see, that Manila in front of her could just be a project of her most secret dream. Raja didn’t know what to answer, and for Manila that seemed like a reply “Ok. I’m sorry. That’s all I wanted to tell you. Sorry for ruining your night I’ll – I’ll just go” In the exact moment in which Manila turned away, Raja grabbed her wrist tightly “I might be drunk” she admitted in a whisper “I don’t even know if you’re really here or not” “I’m here” Manila reassured her, freeing the grip on her wrist and instead taking her hands and placing them on her face “See? I’m here” “And my home is full of trash and boxes” Raja said as if Manila asked her to enter. “Boxes?” “I’ve never unpacked since… Well” she didn’t want to continue her phrase – seeing where it would have ended. She let the last words unspoken and Manila nodded. “How about that. You let me in, and we’ll start unpacking. And we’ll throw away things you’ve never used in a year” Manila answered back. She had hard time replying since Raja started caressing her face enchanted by the sparkles in the woman’s eyes. “We-we can do that” Raja agreed and moved herself from the door to let Manila enter. Seeing her in her living room and wandering towards all the boxes that where inside made Raja realize that this was the start of a new era – no more denied feelings, secrets or second lives. And, of course, no more damasked armchairs.

“What?” Manila asked as she caught Raja staring at her. She couldn’t stand still and seemed to lose balance every now and then. They stared at each other for a long minute and Raja realized that those sparkles she saw in Manila’s eyes moments before were that gold she was looking back in India – that gold that could fix her. “Nothing” Raja shook her head “I’m just sad it’s after midnight and I can’t welcome you in this pigsty with a sappy ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’” Manila smiled and moved closer to her. Not all the wine in the world could warm Raja enough as that soft smile. Manila lifted her arm and looked at her refined Cartier watch and changed the time “Well” she said showing her the watch “as far as I can see Valentine’s day isn’t over” Raja smiled at the foolishness of the gesture “Just to be sure, how much drunk you are?” Manila crossed her arms around Raja’s neck and laughed loudly “To be honest, I’m more happy than drunk”

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Into The Ocean: Part 5

Pairings: Seb Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,834

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87​

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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“There are so many people.” You whispered as you looked past the reflection of the brown and navy lattice and flower pattern at the top of your dress and the large white Polynesian flower in your twisted hairdo at the already massive crowd of screaming fans in front of the Dolby Theater in Hollywood, California. Seb squeezed your hand; his fingers laced tight with yours.

“You’re going to be just fine.” You nodded absentmindedly as you looked over at him.

“Just don’t let me fall or anything, OK?” He smirked and glanced over at you.

“I won’t baby. Just remember, if you get overwhelmed with the pictures, just tap twice and I’ll move us on.” You nodded, trying to keep all the little tips and pointers he had given you straight in your mind. As the car finally rolled to a stop, he glanced over at you with a smile. “Ready?” You shook your head and huffed a laugh.

“I’d rather cage dive with great whites and no cave.” He laughed as the door to the town car you rode in opened up and the sound was immediately drowned out by the screaming fans.

“I got you.” He said as he let go of your hand to get out of the car. You nodded blindly as you scooted across the seat, being mindful of the tight, knee length navy Terani dress and navy Louboutin’s you had on. You took a deep breath and forced a smile on your face as you placed your hand in Seb's and got out of the car. “First step’s the hardest.” He said with a smile. Realizing there was no where to go but forward, you let him lead you toward the red carpet through the screaming fans toward the first wave of press.

‘Seb over here.’ ‘Guys, this way.’ ’To the left.’ ‘Who are you, love?’ ’Orange hat, up top.’ What’s your name, sweetheart.’

You couldn’t answer their questions even if you wanted to they were being fired so quickly. You did your best to simply smile and move your eyes from left to right, letting your man direct you where you needed to look. Thinking became nearly impossible as shouted demands for the best possible photo were made. Your vision became peppered with black dots from all of the camera flashes but before you knew it, Seb’s ‘handlers’ were moving you along.

“One down.” Seb said as you headed toward a long, glass roof tunnel for the interviews.

“I see spots.” You giggled as you blinked your eyes a couple times. He chuckled and kissed your temple.

“It goes away in a minute. You’re doing great.”

“Do you even hear their shouting?” You asked as the two of you waited for the man in front of you to finish with his couple question interview. He shook his head and gently ran his fingernails along your back.

“I hear one or two things. A direction here, demand there. For the most part, I just wonder why I didn’t see if I had anything in my teeth first.” You laughed and glanced up at his smile.

“You’re good.” You told him as a woman gestured you both forward. You went to move away to give Seb his space but he held on tight to your hip.

“Stay with me.” He said softly. You nodded and put your hand behind his back as he walked you up to the first of many interviewers.

Thankfully for you, most of them asked mainly about the movie but every single one of them was dying to know who the new leading lady in Sebastian Stan’s life was. You knew the first time Seb gave your full name that the flood gates were officially open and there was no turning back. Good or bad, you were forever going to be know as Sebastian Stan’s girl. Not that you minded. You prayed to the Gods that only positive energy would come from this. About 3/4 of the way down the line, Anthony Mackie jumped onto the little stand you were on and butted right into the interview Seb was doing with the woman from ET.

“Oh, my God. Sebastian Stan aren’t you looking good.” You smirked, mentally agreeing with the man and took a step out of the way to let them banter for a moment. You took a moment to look around the crowded tent, and shook your head. You were amazed at the amount of people in such a small space and had to wonder how long an event like this took to be put on.

“We need to move him on.” One of the ladies said to you. You gave her a small nod and reached over for Seb’s hand. With a small glance at you, you gave him a quick jerk of your head. He nodded and took a step toward you but Anthony asked him something about his workout routine. You smirked, and took a step back toward the two of them as Seb played with your fingers.

“…it’s ‘cause I’ve been going after your workout; legs only.”

“Legs only…”

“When in doubt, you gotta get those thighs of betrayal.” You hummed to yourself in agreement and nodded your head ever so slightly. Sebastian definitely did have amazing thighs.

“Not trying to brag but the thighs are the way to heaven.” Anthony said, causing you to giggle. Seb must have heard you and he glanced down for a moment before looking back up at his friend and the camera.

“You know like when my girl wants to sit on it, she wants to be comfortable. That’s all I’m sayin.”

“Seb!” You hissed with a laugh as he looked back at you with a knowing smirk. You rolled your eyes as the two of them wrapped up their little mock interview. With a small laugh, Seb stepped off the stand and gave you a chaste kiss as the ET lady asked Anthony a question.

“You love the thighs and you know it.” He teased as he wrapped his arm around your waist and moved on to the next interview.

“Yea, doesn’t mean the whole world needs to know that.” He nodded and glanced down at you.

“Yea, they do so they all know who gets the honor of claiming these thighs as her own.”

“So you’re the new leading lady in my man’s life, huh?” You turned around at the sound of Anthony’s voice and smiled as Seb was brought into another interview.

“That would be me. (Y/N).” He smiled and took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles.

“Anthony. Friends usually call me Ant. So I hear your from Hawaii?” You nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest, reminding you of a bouncer at a club.

“That I am.”

“I also hear that not only do you speak fluent Hawaiian, but you also hula dance.” You laughed and nodded.

“Correct again. You gunna tell me my whole life story, darlin’?” You teased. He laughed and held his hands out to the side.

“Sorry. You are all I have heard about for months on these press tours from that man. ‘My girl’ this and ‘my girl’ that.” You giggled and glanced back over your shoulder at Seb as he was wrapping up his short interview.

“Did he tell you about his encounter with the sharks?” You smirked as Anthony’s eyebrows shot up to his hair line.

“No, I did not hear about the shark encounter.” Ant said as Seb stepped back off the little stand.

“Aww, babe, really?” He whined.

“I didn’t say anything. I simply asked if he had heard a story, that’s all.”

“Oh, you’re telling me this story.” Anthony said as he was ushered one way and you were ushered another and you smiled up at Seb.

“You’re a terrible girlfriend.” He teased as he walked toward the next interviewer.

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With interviews finally over, you found yourself in long walkway lined with more fans that lead to the theater. People of all ages were screaming for their favorites; looking for autographs and pictures from their idols. As you walked with Seb and Anthony, a girl standing toward the very beginning of the line, calling Sebastian’s name, caught your eye. For some reason, she reminded you of Mike and Leilani’s little girl, Leigh and she couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8 years old.

“Seb.” You said gently as you looked up at him. You pointed at her with your eyes and he smiled.

“She looks like Leigh.” He said. You nodded and gently nudged him. You watched her face light up as he bee-lined over to her. “Hi sweetheart.” He said as he took the marker she had in her hand. She shyly said hi as he signed the poster she had offered him. She looked up at you and pointed at your hair.

“I like your flower.” You smiled at her.

“Mahalo.” You reached up and pulled out the bobby pins holding it in place. “Here, now you can be even more beautiful than you already are.” You pinned it over her ear as Seb signed a couple other posters around you. The little girl looked like she was about to cry from happiness as she touched the petals with her fingers. “Aloha.” You said and you gave her a little wave as you were ushered forward into the theater.

“That was really sweet, baby.” Seb said as he laced his fingers with yours. You shrugged and ran your fingers over the spot the flower was to push any disturbed hairs back into place.

“Just spreading the beauty. What’s the point of it sitting in a dark theater on my head when it brought that little girl a little joy.” He nodded as he squeezed your hand.

“You make me proud to call you my girl, you know that?” You glanced up at him with a smile as you were directed to the left with the other actors.

“You’re not the only one that feels that way.”

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“Well someone is popular this morning.” Seb said as he dragged his fingers up and down your arm. You huffed a laugh as your drew meaningless patterns across his stomach the morning after the premiere.

“Does that surprise you?” He chuckled, the noise vibrating in his chest under your cheek.

“Not at all.” As your phone softly dinged for the hundredth time that morning, Seb finally reached over and grabbed it from the bedside table. With a quick glance at the screen, he passed it over to you.

“Well damn.” You said as you looked at the notifications. A dozen texts from friends and a few thousand notifications of new followers, tweets and comments from Instagram and Twitter. “Your fans don’t fuck around.” He sat up a bit and propped his pillow up behind him as you went through the text messages. You laughed as you read one from Alani. “We’re a trending topic on Twitter. #SebsNewGirl.” He laughed as he reached over and grabbed his own phone.

“Word to the wise, just skim through the comments. Trust me.” You shook your head.

“My personal Instagram is private. Did that the same day I posted that photo of you and I in the caves. The only one they will be able to find is my company’s and that’s all pictures of tours and fish. My Twitter activity is next to nothing anyways. Got better things to do with my time.” You read through the other texts; friends who sent copies of the pictures they found on the internet and links to articles they had seen. You smiled at a really cute photo the paparazzi took of the two of you actually looking in the same direction, and another one someone had taken of you giving the little girl your flower.

“Look.” You said as you showed him the two pictures. He glanced around his phone and smiled.

“Send that one to me.” He said as he pointed at the photo with his pinky. “I wanna make it my background.” You breathed a laugh as you saved the photo of you and the girl to your phone and sent it to him.

“I think I miss the dreads.” You said as you looked through the rest of the pictures.

“When you weren’t right next to me, I kept looking for them to find you last night. You’ll get used to this though if you decide to keep it.” He said as he laid his phone on his chest and ran his fingers through your hair. You exited out of your apps, silenced your phone and tossed it on the bed behind you; not really caring to read what people though of you.

“I’ll debate it. See how much of a pain it is to deal with hair I actually have to do something with again.” He put his phone back on the table as you laid your head back down on his chest. You both laid there for a moment, just enjoying being together. “I miss this.”

“I do, too.” He laced his fingers with yours on his stomach and gently brushed his thumb across yours.

“So how do we do this?” You asked softly. He tightened his arm around your shoulder and sighed softly.

“We’ll make it work. I’ve gotta finish up in Atlanta, then do this movie in Costa Rica and go to some cons…” You nodded slowly; neither one of you wanting to address the elephant in the room. His fingers lightly ran through your hair, gently untangling knots as he came across them.

“I don’t think you’d be happy in Maui.” You whispered; not trusting your voice to go any louder without betraying you.

“I’d be with you.” You nodded your head, but you both knew you were right. Seb was a New Yorker, through and through.

“I can’t go back to teaching.” He nodded, knowing you had only taught for means to an end as his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“I could take care of you. I can’t provide super extravagant but I have enough…”

“You know that doesn’t matter to me, Seb. It’s just… it’s a big step, baby; selling my house and my boat. I’d have to get rid of the pigs because they aren’t really apartment pets… and we’re still so new.” He let go of your hand and tilted your chin up so you would look at him.

“Nothing has to be decided today. Today, we just have to enjoy spending the day together in LA. Be present and live in today; the Hawaiian way. We will make this work, you just gotta trust me.” You nodded as he scooted down in the bed and wrapped you in his arms. “I love you.” Tears filled your eyes and you looked up at him with a smile and a nod.

“I love you, too.”

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“Hey, (Y/N)… umm… are you on the way to the docks?” Your brow furrowed at Mike’s question as you tied your bathing suit behind your back.

“No… Why, what’s up?” You propped your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you grabbed your board shorts for the day and stepped into them. Mike stayed quiet for a moment and your hands froze on the tie of your shorts. “Mike, what’s going on?”

“You’re gunna wanna get down here, Wahine.” You quickly finished tying your shorts and grabbed your keys and wallet off your dresser.

“Shit… Do I even wanna know?” You quickly walked into your bathroom and grabbed a hair tie off the counter, not really wanting to know the answer.

“I… just get here, quick.” You groaned, hung up the phone and dashed out of your house. Something in your gut told you that this was in no way a good start to your morning. You made the fifteen minute drive in ten and jumped out of your car.

“You won’t need that.” Leilani called out from the sub shop as you went to grab your gear from the back seat. Fear filled you as you ran over to the docks to figure out what the hell was going on. You were not expecting what you found.

It had been a month since the premiere and for the most part, people were very polite. You, of course, had a lot of younger people ask you about Seb on your tours but they usually backed off when you asked them too. In your wildest dreams, you would never have guessed people could be so hurtful for dating an actor.

Your boat was destroyed. Wet toilet paper and silly string covered every inch of the boat and all of the seats had been shredded by what you assumed was a knife. Your boat windshield was shattered and your awning was completely gone. Whoever did this had taken black spray paint and replaced the name of your boat with ‘whore’ on the port hull and ‘gold digger’ was sprayed across the front in capital letters.

“Oh, my God.” You whispered as you slowly made your way down the dock. Mike, Joe the local sheriff, and a few of the people who worked around the docks looked up at you. “What…”

“They knocked out the cameras to my store so we don’t know.” Sam, the guy who owned the bait shop on the corner said. “I’m sorry, Wahine.” You shook your head as you got closer. The smell of bleach became over powering and you could see the drivers panel was discolored and the gas cap open.

“Who does shit like this?” You asked as you stepped into the boat. You shook your head in shock, stepping over all of your gear for tours that had been destroyed and left on the deck. Tears filled your eyes as you looked around. Even with the insurance you had, there was no way you’d be up and running for at least two months. You couldn’t help but cry as you sank down onto the ripped up, silly string covered captains seat.

“We know you didn’t do this to your own boat and we already know the answer, but I have to ask anyways. Can you think of anyone that might want to hurt you? Anyone you could think of that would do this?” Joe asked as you looked at the damages. You huffed a humorless laugh as you read ‘slut’ painted on the inside wall of your boat.

“Apparently, anyone who doesn’t like the fact that I’m with Seb.” Joe nodded.

“You want me to call your insurance for you?” Mike asked. You nodded numbly as you sat back and tucked your knees up to your chest. Tears poured down your cheeks, as you looked over at your partially dismantled engine; there was absolutely nothing salvageable.

“Can I just have a minute?” You asked as you glanced up at them. Mike and Joe nodded and ushered the men away from your boat. You rested your chin on your knees as you looked around. Every time you looked at a new spot on your boat, something new was wrong. You could see blue super glue in the key hole, the gauges all smashed and the throttle was bent. Your radio was gone; speakers too. In one fail swoop, your livelihood was done.

Like it did every morning, your phone rang in your pocket. You numbly reached for it and answered the call. Without even saying hello to the man you loved, you flipped the camera around.

“What the hell happened?” He asked as you started at the engine and slowly dragged your phone toward the front of the boat.

“I…” You tried; your words catching in your throat. Your hand shook as you paused your movement on the declaration on the front of the boat. “Seb…”

“I’m coming, baby.” He said as he scrambled into action. “I’m only in San Diego so I’ll be there tonight.” You nodded as you reached up and hit the button to turn the camera back to you. You held your phone in your lap as silent tears streamed down your cheeks; unable to look down at the screen out of fear of losing absolute control. “Baby…” You took a moment to force your eyes off the word ‘gold digger’ to look at him. “I will fix this.” You shook your head slowly.

“Just get here.”

——

“Honey?” You lifted your head off the pillow in your dark bedroom and looked at the open door.

“Bedroom.” You called out, your voice cracking from all the tears shed that day. You heard Seb say hello to one of the pigs as he headed down the short hall to your bedroom. You glanced up as he flipped on the light. Not a word was said as he dropped his suitcase on the floor and kicked off his shoes. Tears you had thought you had completely shed slipped from your eyes as he climbed into bed and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispered as he kissed your forehead. You shook your head as you clung to him. You didn’t remember crying yourself to sleep but the smell of fresh coffee woke you up. You rolled on to your back and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before forcing yourself out of bed. You could hear Seb talking in your kitchen as you padded down the hall, still in the same bathing suit that you had put on the morning before.

“…let me call you back.” You flopped down on one of your bar stools and ran your hand through your messy bed head.

“Who was that?” You asked as he brought you over a cup of coffee. He leaned on the counter as you took a sip.

“My PR guy. Trying to figure out what kind of statement to make if we decided to make one.” You shook your head as you set your cup down.

“I’ll say a little something about it on my Instagram, Seb. It will be vague and won’t mention you or what exactly happened at all. Just let it go.” He nodded as he reached across the counter and took your hand. You sighed as you laced your fingers with his and looked up at him. “So apparently, ‘jealous Sebastian Stan fans’ aren’t covered on my insurance plan.” You joked, halfheartedly.

“I’ve already got someone looking into buying…”

“No, you don’t.” You interrupted with a shake of your head. “There’s no point if this could just happen again. Besides that, it’s not just the cost of the boat; the gear was all destroyed too. I can’t let you spend thousands of dollars to replace it all, I just can’t.”

“(Y/N), this happened because of me.” You shook your head again, pushed your coffee mug to the side and held his hand in both of yours.

“Did you spray ‘gold digger' on the front of my boat and toilet paper and silly string it?” You asked with your eyebrow raised. “Because if you did, you and I have some serious talking to do. So unless you became Superman over night and flew over from San Diego, trashed my shit, and flew back, this isn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself for this. The only people to blame are the people who did this in the first place.”

“You know, why can’t you just let me feel guilty about this?” He asked sarcastically as he gave you a small smile. You shrugged and let go of his hand with one of yours to grab your coffee mug.

“Blame Hawaii.” He chuckled weakly as he looked down at your hand in his.

“So what are you gunna do?” You sighed and dragged your finger around the rim of your coffee mug.

“Fuck if I know. Think they have scuba diving in New York?” His head whipped up as his eyes searched yours.

“Is that what you want? I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re more than welcome to move in with me and I would love to be able to see you more often but I don’t want you to rush into that if it’s not what you want.” You nodded as you looked down at your coffee.

“It’s scary, I’m not gunna lie. But I just lost everything I had in Hawaii. Starting over is not happening anytime soon and while I could work for another company, why bother if we could be having this same discussion under different circumstances in three months, ya know?” You looked up at him; laying your heart on the line as you searched his blue eyes.

“If you’re sure about this, I would love to have you move in with me.” You smiled and nodded.

“Guess Wahine is moving back to the mainland.”

——

@MareLiberum- Due to situations beyond my control, the Mare Liberum is officially and permanently closed for business. For those of you scheduled to go out with me, I am very sorry for any inconvenience. I am doing everything in my power to get you moved to other tours on the island so you do not miss out on the beauty Maui’s oceans have to offer.

For those responsible for this forced choice; I hope you realize that you not only destroyed my livelihood, but you forced me to have to sell my house and leave Hawaii. I also have to get rid of my pet pigs as they are not allowed where I am going.

I hope for your sake karma doesn’t kit you as hard as you have hit me. Mahalo.

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DM: @HilarieBurton- Seb, can have your girlfriend contact me, please. Jeff and I may be able to help with the animals.

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“That’s the last box.” You sighed as you taped the last of your surprisingly meager positions in a box and pushed it away from you. It took you three weeks with the help of your friends since Seb had to leave to do a couple cons and interviews to pack up everything you owned and sell everything you didn’t need or couldn’t bring with you to New York. You looked around the way to quiet, empty house and sighed as Seb walked into the living room while hanging up his phone.

“Jeff just called. Sausage and Bacon have cleared customs and arrived at the farm.” You nodded and tapped your roll of tape on your palm.

“You sure we’re ready for this?” You asked as you looked up at him and brushed your newly done dreads back out of your face. He smirked and nodded as he stretched his hand out to help you off the floor.

“I’m sure. If I had my way you would have moved in after the premiere.” You huffed a laugh and nodded as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“So you had to wait two months. Big whoop.” You sighed as you looked at him. “While I don’t like how we got here, I’m glad we’re here.” He nodded in agreement and rubbed his hands on your arms.

“I’m sorry about that as well. I know it wasn’t either of our faults but selfishly, I’m glad it happened just for the fact that we get to be together more than we would have before.” You gave him a gentle kiss in agreement you pulled back. With a small sigh, he brushed his thumb gently across your cheek.

“Alright, let’s get this to the post office and get to the airport or I’ll never leave.”

——

“I forgot how loud this city was.” You said as you and Seb rode in a cab to his apartment in Midtown. You watched as the brownstones flew by; the streets that you grew up in looked so different to you. “How long do I have you in town?” You asked as you glanced over at Seb. He looked up from the email he was reading with his eyebrow arched in question and hummed. You smirked, and turned in the seat a little bit. “How many of your neighbors do you know?” He chuckled, knowing what you were getting at, and shook his head as he stored his phone in his jacket pocket.

“One. Lady across the hall.” You nodded as he put his hand on your leg.

“How long do I have you before you abandon me in the big city?”

“I fly out tomorrow morning. But I’ll only be gone two weeks this time and then I’m back for at least 2 months.” You nodded as you traced his fingers over your hand.

“Is it weird that I’m nervous about all this?”

“No. It’s normal, baby. This is a huge step for you; for both of us.” You nodded as the cab pulled up to the curb. He pat your leg and grabbed his wallet. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you settled in to the mainland again.”

[infnthoya]

Hello my favorite Howon stan

stuff, not at all... hah. Why am i like this. Actually there is.. if you don't mind of course.. something has been bothering me lately. and it's about Infinite. And since I am not really.. familiar with.. other wonderful people in this fandom.. and also because you have always been so nice to me and you are overall an amazing person I thought that maybe I can use your kindness a little.. I am so sorry if I am making you uncomfortable right now, feel free to ignore this message.It's just.. their contract is expiring and I am afraid if I'll ever be able to see them on stage again. Like together...

MY SWEET POLISH ANON IS HEREEEE!!! okay i really dont know where to start but let me first say... I LOVE YOU!!! seriously i cant find words to describe how happy you make me every time you send me messages! 

you might ask “then why didnt you include all my messages above?”, the reason is, YOU ARE BEING SO UNFAIR TO YOURSELF!!! you are saying too many bad things about yourself and i didnt want other people to see those. I AM OFFICIALLY FORBIDDING YOU FROM PUTTING YOURSELF SO DOWN ALRIGHT???

ive been going thru a shitty time for more than half a year now. i mean i wish i could be positive and all (becuz right now i feel like im whining like a baby and seeking attention) but thats the truth with me. nothing is going well and actually everything keeps going worse and worse and im just waiting for things to stop sucking so much :D as for tumblr, i havent been checking my dash for over 3 months. but i do check my activity page often so i can also see if i have any messages. (tho there is almost nothing going on lol) i dont feel like giffing either and for that, id like to apologize everyone! im really sorry for disappointing you guys :( i wish i could keep on providing you stuff like you were expecting me to do but i really cant bring myself to do it. i hope things will get a little better soon and i get some joy inside me and start giffing again. 

as for your question my dear, few days ago i saw on twitter that all members -except one, visited woollim building. and there were news on websites that woollim said that its most likely that the members will renew their contracts. but like i said there is one member who is nowhere to be found and that member is *drumroll* LEE HOWON! lol yeah so there havent been any news about him (or at least i havent seen except a fan spotted him in front of a night club in hongdae a few days ago) and it makes me think that maybe they are waiting for him to go meet the ceo so they can release more detailed stuff about “ot7″. but let me tell you that you arent alone for being worried, there are quite a lot of fans who are waiting nervously. if you ask me, idk if its becuz kpop has mostly lost its importance in my life due to my current situation or not but i dont feel worried. if they stay together, ofc i’ll be happy and keep supporting them like i used to do but if they decide to disband, i wont feel bad either becuz they are pretty old right now so they might wanna go into whatever else career they would like and i’ll support them for that too. but since you, and many others, will feel sad in case of a disbanding, i hope they will stay together for many more years. and lastly, i only told you what i saw on twitter but i didnt do any other “research” about the issue so if there is any other person who has more info and would like to share it, please do share :)

i really wish i could give you a more definite and happy answer but thats all i know for now :( but i hope you wont feel sad about this whole thing. and you are always welcome to come to me and let anything off your chest. as for contacting each other, i am and will forever see you as an amazing person becuz even tho i did nothing to deserve it, one day you came to me out of the blue and said all those amazing things and made me the happiest person! and you have been doing it ever since and like i said, i didnt even do anything to deserve it! all i used to do here was to blog about kpop idols but you keep coming to me and lifting my mood up like a rocket and i really dont know how to thank you! so i dont want you to feel pressured about it, like i said i check my activity often so i’ll see your messages here as well but if you (and any of my followers) want to talk to an old, boring soul like me, my kakaotalk id is bigwideeyes (my twiter id is the same and my ig is bigwideyes you see im very creative!)

gah i really hope you can read this honey. well i always tag you as “Polish anon” so that you (and i) can track our convos^^; i wish you ALL THE BEST in the world! i hope whatever you are busy doing, is sth that you are enjoy doing. im sending you huge virtual hugs ~(^3^)~ always be healthy and happy

ah! i almost forgot! so idk if you knew about it but ot7 had gone to japan some time ago and they had interviews there (as always). one of the questions was “whats the place/country that suits your atmosphere the best?” and Howon said POLAND! lol he really loved it there, im a little jealous :P if you ever spot him there, please let me know okay? i count on you since you are my favorite anon hahaha

[imagine-that-one-thing]

A penny for a puppy

Authors Note: I really think Shawn and puppies are freaking adorable despite his allergy. 

Thank you to @hemmingshood12 for being such a sweetheart and reading my Shawn blurbs before I post them! She’s pretty freaking chill if you’d like to check her blog out. Xx

You and Shawn wasted most the morning in bed trying to think of something to do, something that isn’t on the usual agenda. You both agreed that the regular coffee dates and breakfast dates were overly used, not to mention the last breakfast date the two of you went on it was crashed by a few fans who desired pictures— which you didn’t mind, but you greedily hoped to have a low key breakfast with him while discussing whatever topic came from his mouth. 

While Shawn was scrolling through his phone lazily on the bed, he stumbled across an idea— an idea that would spark both of your interests and could become rather entertaining. 

A penny date.

He had asked you to pick a number between one and twenty. You at random chose the number eleven. That means the two of you had to make eleven turns before arriving at a destination, and at every intersection stop you flip a coin that’ll determine which way to turn. Heads for Left, Tails for a right. 

“Y/N how many turns is that now?” Shawn questions as he takes a left as instructed, his thumb smoothly gliding of the edge of your knuckles. You bite your lip having to reflect for a moment… you may or may not have lost count after fiddling with the radio,

 "Uhm, I think five.“ You respond, your eyes casting themselves on your boyfriend— admiring his features. A chuckle escapes his lips as he swiftly glances over towards you, 

"You’re bad at keeping track.” He shakes his head, adjusting his eyes back towards the road, “it’s ten. So this is the last one.” He announces, taking another turn, ultimately leaving the two fo you at a pet store. Of all dates, you did not really think a pet store would be ideal, but this is all part of the spontaneous adventure.

Aimlessly walking the store for no reason whatsoever, you catch a glimpse of a few puppies out of their kennels, playing with the staff. 

“Awah.” You tenderly tug Shawn, not being able to resist the temptation of charming puppies. 

“Ah, hey there.” Shawn bends down and pets one of the pups before standing back up, concentrating on you as you pick the same one up, beginning to receive puppy kisses from the little sweetheart. 

“Shawn, can we get a puppy?” You give him a smile, peering over at him as you hold a golden retriever close to your chest, feeling the puppy’s slobber seeping through your shirt. 

“I wish, Y/N,” he shakes his head, “I’m allergic, remember? I’m already feeling the consequences of petting him or her.” He motions towards the pup in your arms that has his ears perked up, his eyes great and beady staring up at you, melting your heart.

“I’m sorry buddy, we can’t take you.” You whisper to the puppy, giving him one last snuggle before placing his tiny paws back down. His copper-coloured eyes gleam up at you, his ears still perked up while his tiny tail wags. To say the least, he is adorable, his eyes pulling on your heart strings as they continue to shine a radiant copper colour, his nose nudging at your feet. 

Shawn’s arm gently snakes around you, your eyes still attached to the puppy before you.

“I’m sorry we can’t take him or her, but staring at the puppy won’t make it easier.” Shawn breathes, pulling his eyes from the puppy that is begging to be adopted into your home. 

With a heavy heart, you step away from the pup, walking down a random aisle of the store, aimlessly walking around to pass the time, unsure of what to do now that the spontaneous trip has sent you to a pet store. 

Shawn lets go of your hand and you pay no attention to him, promptly assuming that he has found something that has caught his eye that he is sure to show you in a few moments. 

While your eyes gaze towards the birds in their cages Shawns voice catches you off guard. 

“Awah, honey you are persistent, ain’t you?” His voice low and soft.

You turn around and notice him bent down with the Golden Retriever trying to jump in his lap, a few whines echo from the puppy as it tries its hardest to get closer to Shawn. “Okay, okay, here.” He gives in and picks up the puppy, receiving slippery, slobbery puppy kisses in return, “Ehh, c'mon stop that.” He whines, kindly holding the puppy in front of him. He turns to you, a small smile encrypted on his face, his eyes gleaming while his hands benevolently glide across the fur of the puppy. “Give me one reason why we definitely should get this little guy.” Shawn allows the puppy to snuggle itself into his chest, settling contently as Shawn continues to pet the pup.

“Well, I get lonely on my own when you are away… But, I rather have you around and breathing instead of a cute little fluffy puppy.” You inform him just as he sneezes. “Give me the dog, don’t need you striking your allergies.” You mumble, gently taking the puppy from his arms, his lips curving into a pout. 

He shrugs, “They’re already striking.” Shawn groans, sniffling slightly as he scrunches his nose, 

“Let’s go before you get worse.” You mutter, “And let’s get you to your keeper.” You pet the puppy that has managed to nestle himself into you, seeming as though it has no intentions of being anywhere but in your arms.

Shawn gives you the keys to his car as you part ways with the puppy, “Here, I’ll meet you in the car, my sisters fish needs food.” He instructs, his keys dangling in front of you, his eyes becoming reddened from holding the puppy. 

The radio is playing softly while you occupy yourself on your phone, Shawns car not being too entertaining as you wait for him to get the fish food for his sister. You adjust the heat, relaxing into the leather seats, your eyes focused on your twitter compiled of many tweets from friends. 

When the door opens you look over to Shawn, 

“Took long enough, did you have to buy damn fish too?” You joke half-heartedly whilst you put your phone down. He carefully brings the Golden Retriever into your view, leaning in and placing the puppy in your lap before placing a few bags in the backseat.

“No, I got the puppy.” He chimes with a satisfied grin, his eyes shining. 

The puppy bounces around contentedly in your lap, his tail wagging merrily while his paws press up against the glass, his nose rubbing against the window, leaving a streak.  

“He is precious, but you are allergic.” You remind your boyfriend, the puppy moving from your lap to Shawn as he slides into the car. Shawn pets the little pup, seeming to have already fallen in love with the four-legged friend. 

“I’ll take somethin’ for it. He is a she, but you need to keep her so I can drive,” He tenderly places the puppy to your lap, “She needs a name,” he presses, beginning to drive, the puppy struggling to keep herself still while in your lap. “What about Daisy?” Shawn proposes, picking the most typical name for a Golden Retriever, “Or Marley, or Maya, ohh what about Skylar-Sky for short?” He passionately throws out a few names, the nameless puppy finally settling in your lap, resting her head on your arm, 

“Skylar is pretty,” You agree, positively admiring the name.

“So Skylar?" 

"Skylar, do you like Skylar?” You glance down at the puppy, her eyes opening as the name rolls off your tongue, “Ah, good choice. Skylar it is.” You nod, Skylar, closing her copper eyes while cuddling into you. 

Your attention flickers towards Shawn as he sneezes, a small groan escaping from his lips.

“Babe, you okay?” You challenge, 

“I’m fine,” He shakes his head, pulling into the driveway of the house you both share, “Y/N, stop staring, I am okay.” He assures you, feeling your eyes burning into him with doubt.  He pulls his keys from the ignition before looking over at you and Skylar, “I’ll be fine once I get whatever it is I need to help with the damn allergy, c'mon show our baby our home.” He beams, pressing a kiss to your cheek before promptly sliding out of the car. 

“Skylar, honey this is your new forever home,” He coos, opening the front door. You place Skylar down, her paws hitting the floorboards before she curiously begins to sniff around the house, grasping her bearings and the different scents. 

Shawn gracefully followers her around like a protective father who is worried their little girl will suddenly fall for the first time. 

“Skylar, Daddy forgot to buy you a bed, but he got you some toys, you wanna see?” He pulls a dawn-tinted plush penguin toy from the bag, bending down and placing it at her tiny paws. You smile to yourself, watching as he sits on the floor with her, “Hm, not a fan of that are you? What about this?” Shawn draws a duck from the bag, 

“Babe, the toys are bigger than her.” You walk closer to the two of them, sitting beside Shawn while Skylar nudges the penguin closer to Shawn, 

“She likes them.” Shawn shrugs, “What about this one?” He presses another smooth toy to the floor, admiring as she walks closer to the toy, inspecting it curiously before biting into it, her eyes staring up at Shawn in an engaging way. “Alright, Mummy will play with you for a little, Daddy’s allergies are bugging him.” He pets Skylar’s head before gazing over at you with a loving stare. 

“I’ll be back Y/N, watch our baby. I love you.” He smirks, kissing your cheek before pulling himself to his feet,

“I love you, don’t worry the baby is in good hands.” You smile, “Be careful,” You warn as he reaches for his keys, he flashes a brief smile in your direction before promptly walking away, leaving you to play with Skylar. 

[pcyxiukai]

Undo (8)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: “I want to hold you like this all the time.”

Notes for update: Not required

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

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You shot up in Chanyeol’s bed, a choked sob already leaving your mouth. Chanyeol was immediately next to you, almost like he was there when you woke up. You struggled to breathe and calm down this time, even when he wrapped his arms around you.

You held onto him tightly, realizing just how much all of this was truly your fault. He rocked you back and forth slowly. You noticed the fabric of his t-shirt around you. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep but it had been long enough for him to deem that you needed clothes.

“Baby, I need you to talk to me.” He whispered calmly, kissing the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, I’ll always be right here.” His words crushed your heart even more and you gripped so tightly on his arms you were sure you would’ve drawn blood at that point. Despite that, he didn’t care. He took all of the pain. He took it all for you.

“Chanyeol, we had it all wrong.” You gasped, your lungs begging for air at this point. “It wasn’t Minji who told Jinhwa.”

“That’s okay, don’t think about that right now, focus on calming down. It’ll be okay.” It wasn’t okay and you knew he knew that. The thing was, he didn’t think you remembered the night he tried to make you leave. He had tried to make you leave.

“Leave me alone.” You pushed him away and you saw the evident shock on his face as he looked at you.

“L-leave you alone?” He frowned. “What are you talking about, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said coldly. You went to walk away and he quickly stood and grabbed your wrist, recoiling as you flinched.

“What’s wrong? Please don’t shut me out like this. I can’t handle it again, please.” With each word passing his lips, your heart broke into even smaller pieces.

“Y-you broke up with me.” You hadn’t expected your voice to be as pathetic as it sounded. You saw the pained expression on Chanyeol’s face. It was clearly still a sensitive topic for him.

“Listen, I know that was so wrong but I was terrified.” He was nearly begging at this point. “I was so terrified of losing not only your brother but you and if w-we continued I would’ve lost both of you and I...there’s no excuse, I know that, and I know I said shitty things but I never stopped loving you, if that’s what you think.”

“Minji didn’t tell Jinhwa.” You told him, clenching your jaw as your felt tears prick at your eyes. “I did. I fucking told him.”

“H-how did you - why?”

“I didn’t mean to. That night, when you said all those things, I accidentally called him. You said those things to me and he heard each word you said. And I still tried to stop him.” You watched as Chanyeol clenched his eyes closed, his hand releasing your wrist as he buried his face in his palms. You swung his door open and he moved towards you.

“Please don’t be mad at me, I really can’t handle it.” The genuine pain in his voice nearly made you stop, but you had to hold your ground. Just because you loved Chanyeol did not mean he was allowed to take things back within a second.

You retreated out of his door and into your room, changing into your own clothes and curling under the covers of your bed. You heard the rain pattering against the window outside and you watched as the drops ran down the glass.

You hated thunderstorms until Chanyeol explained to you the beauty of them. It was one of the many nights you stayed at Chanyeol’s, the two of you were curled up in his bed and he held you close to him as you shivered in fear from the sounds of thunder outside.

“Don’t be scared.” He whispered into your ear, oddly making you feel comfortable. “You don’t have to be scared of anything when you have me.” You curled closer to him and you felt his grip on you tighten. You were glad you had Chanyeol tonight.

“I’m sorry.” You replied to him. “I just hate thunderstorms.”

“Then let’s play a game to make you love them, okay?” He smiled at you and your heart warmed. You nodded, waiting for him to explain. He loosened his grip on you to look at you. “So every time there’s thunder, I’m going to kiss you, that way when you think of thunder you’ll think of me.” A wide smile spread across your lips and you almost squealed when a loud cracking sound filled the air around you.

Sticking to his promise, he gave you a soft peck that only left you wanting an actual kiss. He refused to kiss you when it was just the howling wind outside, his soft lips only connected with yours when the sounds intensified.

After a particularly loud sound, you shrunk into his chest but felt him lift your face to look at him. He gave you a kiss, making this one longer as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“See? Thunderstorms aren’t that bad.” He gave you a big smile. “And now I have more of a reason to kiss you all the time.”

No, you were no longer scared of the thunder, but your fears peaked back inside you when you realized that this time, you couldn’t kiss Chanyeol. You were supposed to be mad at him. You felt wetness on your cheek as a tear rolled down your face slowly.

You leaned against your pillow, flinching every time the loud sounds invaded your ears. You tried to remember how his lips felt against yours, but it only made more wetness fall down your cheeks. You could still have him. He was waiting for you, probably terrified that he hurt you and that you wouldn’t go back to him.

He had hurt you, except he’d hurt the past you. You no longer knew that girl and you weren’t that girl; you would never be her again. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t help but feel horrible that you weren’t the same girl he fell in love with.

Your tears fell in time with the raindrops hitting the window.

The knock on your door almost blended in with how deafening the small drops of rain were to you. You sniffled quietly and wiped away your tears, telling him to come in. Chanyeol’s silhouette was outlined by each flash of lightning.

“I can’t be away from you.” He whispered quietly. “I tried sleeping and I can’t. I tried stress eating and I can’t even do that, do you know what you’re doing to me?” You couldn’t even form a response to him as you looked at him. How could you respond to something like that?

It was silent as you looked at him, neither of you moved and the air was thick. You wanted nothing more than for him to come closer to you but you knew he wouldn’t without you asking. He’d always been like that, no matter how many times you told him he didn’t have to be. Sometimes you needed him to do what he wanted.

You expected him to turn around and leave.

You expected him to give up and think you didn’t want him anymore.

“You keep telling me to do what I want.” He told you, his voice slicing through the silence. “So I’m going to do what I want.” He walked towards you and the breath caught in your throat when you felt him lift you from your bed and wrap his arms around you. You tensed in his arms but it didn’t take you long to wrap your arms around him as well.

You didn’t protest as he cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed you softly, just as a loud cracking sound came from outside. You flinched in his grip and he pressed himself close to you. His tongue swept across your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth.

“I’m going to do what I want.” He repeated, his fingers making your skin tingle. Finally, he took your silence and breathing pattern as your consent. His hands left your face and travelled down to your hips allowing you to lean against him more than you usually would.

He started walking backwards and you gladly followed him, even as he sat on the edge of your bed. You straddled his lap and tangled your fingers in his hair before pressing your lips against his again. The rain and the thunder sounding in the background was fading to you, all you knew was Chanyeol.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He told you, his voice rough as he attempted to regain his breath. “But I love you. And I want you to know that I didn’t mean the things I said.” His lips barely fluttered against yours after his words, his breath tickling your skin.

So you didn’t say anything. You let him lean in and kiss you once again, enjoying this side of Chanyeol. His head dipped down to your neck and you took a sharp intake of breath when his teeth grazed your skin. Was this really what Chanyeol wanted? It had to be. He said it himself. He was doing what he wanted.

“Every time,” He kissed your neck softly. “I touch you, my heart hurts.” His breath stuttered against your skin. “Every time you tell me you that you love me, it makes me want to shield you even more.” His words were simple and he watched as you took your shirt off, feeling the exposed skin with his hands immediately. He made eye contact with you for a few seconds before once again leaning down.

Instead of your neck, his lips and tongue travelled across your breasts. His lips wrapped around your nipple, a short moan leaving your mouth at the sensation. You wanted more. You began to grind your hips against his in an attempt to make him move faster.

The bulge beneath you pressed into you through his pants and your shorts. The more you slid against him, the firmer it grew below you. A small whine escaped your mouth when his lips left your body.

He lifted his shirt from his body and he gave you a look.

“No.” You said softly, seeing the confusion spread across his face. “This is what you want. Don’t ask me.” He nodded timidly before connecting your lips together. You loved how your skin against his felt. One of his hands reached down to his own pants as he struggled to keep his attention divided on both you and the effort of taking his clothes off.

You rose to your knees and helped him pull his pants down, easily taking his boxers with them. Your breath quickened as you heard him groan in pleasure of being released from his confines. You wrapped your fingers around him.

You moved your hand slowly, living for the moan that would fall from his mouth when you gently squeezed him tighter. His body was at your disposal. You were doing this to him. The thought made you tingle with excitement.

“Stop,” He commanded, making you take your hand away from him. You looked up at him and he pulled you close to him again. “I need you right now. I need to be inside you.” You nodded, more wetness seeping from your core as he slid your shorts down slowly. He needed you. The words echoed in your head and for some reason, it made your heart race.

After the two of you struggled to get your shorts and panties off, you were completely ready for him. You realized that he had no intentions of switching the position, but you didn’t mind. Chanyeol had always been very uniform in the way he did things.

You hovered over him, looking into his eyes. He was staring right back at you, his hands like steel on your hips as you felt him line up with your entrance.

“This is me not controlling myself around you.” He waited for you to process his words and once he deemed you had long enough, he pulled you down onto him roughly. You cried out loudly, the swarm of pleasure taking you over as you fell against his chest.

He let your breathing calm down for a moment as you adjust to him. He kissed around your face softly, helping you relax around him. Chanyeol wasn’t controlling himself and that made you realize how much you’d needed this.

You lifted yourself up, watching Chanyeol’s eyes flutter closed as you slid back down onto him. The way he stretched you out was making it hard for you to stay quiet. You wanted him to show you who he truly was tonight, the thunder and rain no longer a nuisance to you.

“Fuck,” He whimpered, throwing his head back as you continued moving on him. “You’re so tight.” Chanyeol had hinted plenty of times that he liked dirty talk and he rarely made even the smallest use of it. The idea of it made you nervous, you didn’t want to mess up.

“Chan, please.” You moved your hips a bit faster, wishing he would understand. “Make me cum on your cock.” He took a sharp intake of breath as his eyes flew open, his hands tightening on your hips as he processed your words. You expected him to close off again, the conflict clear in his eyes. When he spoke, it surprised you.

“Princess, I’m gonna do a lot more than that.” His hands pulled you down fast before pulling you back up almost immediately after. He thrusted his hips up each time he pulled you down, sliding into your g-spot with every thrust. You moaned each time, nearly screaming your pleasure as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

The coil began to form in your stomach and he must’ve been able to tell by the way your walls tightened and how your moans increased in both volume and amount. With one more solid thrust, he had you coming undone around him hard.

He flipped you over onto your back without leaving you, thrusting a couple more times to ride out your orgasm before he pulled out, cum already spurting from his tip. It was evident that the sheets took most of the white liquid, but some had landed on you.

He cleaned it off of you silently as you regained your breath, completely unable to comprehend what just happened. He climbed into the bed next to you, bringing the cover of you before he pulled you close to him.

You flinched when a particularly loud sound came from outside and Chanyeol kissed you. You melted into his touch and into his kiss. You always believed that it would be awkward to just lay there with Chanyeol after sex, after all, both of you were bare and pressing against each other, but that was a part of love, wasn’t it?

Love didn’t mean sex. Love was the beautiful feeling of being able to be yourself around someone and enjoy their company. Being like this together simply was another barrier of secrets the two of you had passed.

Now, despite your previous worries, you loved these moments with Chanyeol. Oddly enough, you felt safe. Chanyeol’s eyes looked right into yours, as if he was scared to lose you. His grip on you was tight and you knew he never wanted to let go. You needed to stop doubting his love for you.

His fingers connected softly with your cheek as his gaze filled with adoration. You couldn’t believe how completely you’d fallen for him. You saw a small smile grace his lips as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

“I love you.” He hummed softly against your lips. “I want -

“ - to hold you like this all the time.” Chanyeol’s arms were around you, the soft music playing through his apartment as he danced with you. Today was your homecoming dance, and you didn’t want to go. Four months into your relationship with Chanyeol and you didn’t want to do those kind of things without him.

So no, you weren’t at homecoming, but Chanyeol had somehow brought it to you. You opted for a pair of leggings and a simple t-shirt, ditching the dress and the heels a long time ago. Chanyeol was wearing a pair of jeans and a blue flannel.

He twirled you around, leaving both of you in a mess of giggles and messed up foot placements. As soon as you were pressed against him again, you looked up at him with a smile.

“Then do it.” Was all you had to say. The music around the two of you carried on yet you felt like time froze as you watched Chanyeol. The small smile on his face as he looked at you made your heart swell.

“I think I just might.” He responded, leaning forward and kissing you softly.

“ - to hold you like this all the time.” The words rang so familiarly in your head as you smiled against his lips before saying the only words that seemed right.

“Then do it.”