#that's what basically happened in 4th session right

[owlishhhhh]

Joel: my ex-soulmate still misses me,

*arrows fly past Joel's head*

Joel: but his aim is getting better!

[someone-called-efg]

everything i know so far regarding religion and my experiences (big post with a lot of words and some pictures too. i tried doing the image id thing so hopefully i explained it all alright) skip at your own discretion

so, for everything ive made either a comic or drawing, then i'll explain what happened a little more underneath.

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first and foremost before i start, so were on the same page, visits to heaven can occur during the time someone is asleep. this could even happen to you if you see in your dream a recently passed relative (or any passed away relative in general but for the most part it happens when the passing is recent and goodbyes didnt happen for one reason or another) and if it hasnt happened to you personally yet, you probably know someone who's experienced a visit.

with that out of the way, lets get started

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{ image id: an 8 panel comic. 1st panel shows myself with two others sat around a table, as i joke "God, if this is a sin, strike me down". 2nd panel simply says * later that night * . 3rd panel is in 1st person perspective of me in my dream, opening a door. 4th panel shows that behind the door from panel 3 that God is there floating, his hair/beard flowing into the cloud his head is casually floating on in the middle of the room. 5th panel simply shows a lighting bolt. 6th panel shows me falling through the floor. 7th panel shows me waking up in a state of panic. 8th panel simply says: TLDR: If you call upon him, he'll answer. end id }

this is a comic regarding my first visit. at the time irl i was considering becoming an atheist, so this put a solid halt in that. the reason both people with my in the 1st panel dont really have any defining features is because i was at a psych ward at the time for wanting to unalive, and they make you sign nda's there soo, thats the best i got. in the dream/visit itself i was at home, opening the door from the living room to the porch. and God wasnt just there waiting, they kinda came through the ceiling without breaking it. dont ask me how cuz even i dont know.

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{ image id: another 8 panel comic so here goes more typing yippee! 1st panel shows God from the side, simply saying "So". 2nd comic shows God turning forward, asking "Are you alright?", as though finishing what they were saying in the 1st panel. 3rd panel shows God an i sat on a couch, and while God looks normal sized, i look tiny by comparison, showing basically the setting. 4th panel is a zoom in on me as i rub the back of my neck, saying "i mean ...". 5th panel simply tldr's what happens as i * proceeds to vent ... a lot * . 6th panel shows God saying nothing, but, they * listens to every word * . 7th panel shows me, clearly upset from venting so much, but also now parched, as i tell God "I'm sorry, I've been talking so much, my throat got dry. Do you have anything I could drink?". 8th panel shows God from the side, for the first time smiling as they say "Of course" and a fridge magically appears at opposite from where i am in comparison to them. end id }

so, not even i really knew what all happened until years lated when i asked God if that visit was a therapy session because all i remembered upon waking up after is the last two panels and afterwards, when my mom and step dad came and told me that the year for earth was 2077 and that the north pole was a desert, then we went and had a mini feast with relatives (and maybe ancestors? idk, there was a fair lot of people and i didnt recognize a lot of them so maybe?) , then i woke up. and if youre going to ask why gods eyes arent visible in this comic when they were visible in that last one, at the time of drawing this comic in particular i didnt feel deserving of him looking at me and smiling, cuz lets face it, were all a bunch of sinners here all trying to do good at least. but at the time if i remember right i had a caffeine addiction to the point i needed 8 coffee/monster energy to get me through the day (4 in the morning + 4 in the afternoon), i since went cold turkey against both.

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{image id : a 4 panel comic because i finally learned my lesson so i dont have to type as much pog! 1st pannel shows myself and my brother (ftm) stood in Gods temple, and i casually ask "Hey, so, can I reincarnate?". 2nd panel shows god towering over both of us easily, their response is a smile with a "Yeah, sure" as they hold something glowing in their hand that i look into. 3rd panel is glitchy, as it shows a child 1st person perspective, the child is looking down, admittedly a bit overwhelmed while saying "mom, i memember my last life". 4th panel is glitchy as well, this time showing the vague image of a woman reaching out her hand presumably to the child, asking "what do you remember?". end id }

so, for a bit of context, the dream/visit didnt start out like that. it actually started at my great aunts house (who at the time was still alive but died very soon after) it wasnt her house when she was alive, but rather, her house in heaven. my godmother was also there, and i was helping her to remember how to fly because she had forgotten the lesson. so, in total there were 4 people there (my great aunt, my godmother, my brother, and myself) and mid way through me teaching how to fly, another of my brothers teleported into the room and just casually took a seat. after the lesson we went outside and walked around my great aunts heaven house, and when we walked a little ways away there was some kinda conflict, and i simply prayed and the conflict was over within under 10 secs. then as the group of my relatives and i went walking back to my great aunts house, i mentioned to my brother my thoughts of asking to reincarnate soon, and he says to me "why not go right now" and i agree, so we teleported to Gods temple and thats where the comic picks up at. what this told me is that being lgbtqia+ isnt a deadly sin, so any member of the rainbow community isnt going to hell for simply being lgbtqia+, which i see as an absolute win.

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thats the most i got for when it comes to visits, which occur when someone's asleep. but, now, its time to go over a couple visions ive had (and no im not gonna talk about when i died cuz that would be 3 posts in a row, so if you wanna see any of that just check it in your own time) because its just visions, i didnt make comics, but just drawings, which, comics are drawings sure, but not all drawings are comics. and, so i stop rambling, lets get started.

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{ image id : the great flood. as a man drowns under the fermanent from the quickly rising water level, his soul is outside the fermanent, walking up alongside his dying body, unable to help and can only comfort his souless body by watching it slowly unalive. end id }

when i saw this, i honestly saw at least a dozen others doing this too, i also watched who i could only assume was some past incarnation of myself succumb to the same fate. and for those wondering how a soul can be out when the body is clearly still alive, well, 24 hours before someone dies, their soul's already passed on to the afterlife. where the saying 'dead man walking' comes from, because for those 24 hours, the person's already dead, the rest of the world just doesn't know yet.

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{ image id : the battle at the end of the world. vegetation is barren from the hills as a giant serpent with black scales and glowing yellow eyes makes its way through the landscape. two angels stand in the foreground, aiming their swords to the heavens, causing a pillar of light thats base covers the two. in the distance, the sky is crimson and the clouds are dark grey almost black. end id }

so. also worth mentioning that when i looked to either side of me, there were armies of God all ready for the greatest battle and ready to take part. needless to say it was overwhelming for a lot of reasons.

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so, thats all really. i could get into the couple times i saw the son of God in visits, but the first time was me in a back room with boxes and he was running by and seemed to be busy and i didnt wanna bother him because of that so i didnt say anything, and the second time we were at this park near my childhood home and i asked him if him and adam are technically in a way brothers and we both ended up laughing causing me to wake up.

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from all this i understand that theres stuff im not allowed to know of my visits for one reason or another, and i kinda figure its so i dont cheat at life. because if i had all the answers, than how else is life supposed to test me.

earth is a school after all, and i at least want my place earned on Gods fridge with a magnet hopefully 🤞

[heyheyitsjae]

Collecting rare items in Minecraft

So I've had a longstanding Minecraft Survival World I've been playing since the Village and Pillage Update. Despite how long I've had the file, I usually only actually play Minecraft a couple months out of the year so I haven't actually made as much progress on it as you might expect.

This fall the abysmal reaction to the Movie's trailer and hype for Minecraft Live got me to start up the world again, and I set myself a lofty goal. I'd try and collect some of the rare items in my world I still hadn't gotten, and I've officially finished the hunt! I didn't hard focus and only work on it, I split things up with either days of not playing much if at all, or more casual build sessions, but here is where I'm at.

Sep 13th - BLOCK OF NETHERITE -Now I'd definitely gotten 9 Netherite Ingots before in the game, but usually whenever I got one I'd instantly throw it on my gear, so I never had 9 at one time. Once my gear was fully upgraded I never really went back for more of it. After a successful day of 34 Debris, and two shorter and less successful sessions bringing me 10 more, I had more than enough for the block!

Sep 26th - PIGLIN HEAD - I decided that since I was going to be doing a lot of building in the Overworld the next few months it would be smart to set up an automatic Charged Creeper farm hooked up to a Piglin farm. That way if a Thunderstorm ever hit I could just rush away from what I was doing, get some Creepers struck by lightning and throw 'em in the Nether to make getting the heads easier.

After I finished building it I decided to AFK at the farm while at work, just in case a storm did happen. When I got back for my lunch break there were enough Creepers in the chamber to get 8 freakin' heads (would've been 9 but one died of fall damage.)

Oct 4 - SCREAMING GOATS - Okay, maybe the date there isn't quite right, it's complicated. Basically I was building a large structure above where I wanted my Goat Horn Farm, so I split time between gathering resources for the build, building the structure, and breeding the Goats.

Sometime between Sep 29 and 30th I heard Goats screaming in my basement, so I stopped breeding them 'cause I knew I had one now. Between the 3rd and 4th I started siphoning Goats off into side chambers, saving the ones who could scream and killing most of the others. By the end of the culling I had 4 Screaming Goats! (I should really check my kill statistics to figure out how many breeding attempts it took... I'd estimate 200)

I then bred them a bit more and shoved them in the farm. I didn't get my last horn until pretty late the next day though, as I didn't realize they couldn't grow their horns back and I'd have to breed more. In the end though I got Dream and finished my Goat Horn collection!

Oct 12 - DEEPSLATE EMERALD - In between all the previous projects I was going back and forth to an Emerald mine under my Cherry Grove. In that mine I also swapped back and forth between chunk mining and caving. After about 6-8 chunks were mined I found it in a cave!

A part of the reason I was looking for the Ore was I was 90% sure the only recipe I was missing was from my Recipe Book was "smelt Deepslate Emerald in a Furnace," which you unlock by holding one. I was so panicked by joy I got a screenshot of the Ore but not the recipe popping. Whoops!

But turns out I was wrong. I was also missing the recipe for turning a Block of Raw Gold back into Raw Gold. I'll have to go back through and double check what else I'm missing now.

Oct 15 - SKELETON HORSE - I had a bit of a fun one this time. I had completely forgotten Skelly Horses when making my list of things to hunt down, but one just handed itself to me. I had picked a spot where I wanted to build my Panda sanctuary and logged off for the night. The next day when I logged in there was a Thunderstorm and I forgot my Bed so I Elytra'd off to a nearby house and skipped the night. When I came back there was a Skeleton Horse chilling on top of one of the trees.

I managed to kill all four riders and none of the steeds, then got them through my Nether rail back to my main base with ease.

Oct 19 - BROWN PANDA - My ultimate goal with this Panda sanctuary was having four of each personality type. I saw a design for breeding mutations I quite liked, and came up with a system to implement it.

The only Pandas I could find nearby were Normal and Aggressive, so I brought them to the pen and bred up four of each. Then I started siphoning the babies off to a separate chamber. Here I would breed a shit ton of pandas, then dig 1 block trenches for their babies to fall into a lower chamber. There I could save any babies with new mutations and... retire the rest (including those in the breeding chamber once I was done to prevent lag.)

So I bred my Normals and Agressives for a new batch of babies. Put them in the breeding chamber. First two Normals to grow up I bred and... I got a Brown Panda first try. Once their breeding cooldown was up I got another Brown Panda second try.

From then on getting all the other personality traits was easy, especially with Brown Pandas being recessive-recessive it was easy to spot mutations. I got Weak, Playful, and Lazy Pandas pretty quick, but it took a surprising amount of time to get a Worried one. By the end of the day I had four of each breed in my pen!

Oct 21 - BLUE AXOLOTL - The last thing on my list was the legendary Blue Axolotl, and luck was not on my side nearly as much for this one. I set up an automatic Tropical Fish farm, breeding chamber for Gold Axolotls, and a little siphon of waterlogged stairs that lured babies into a lower chamber. It was arduous work, and I spent a good 5-8 hours working on it.

Now when playing Minecraft I like to play YouTube videos as background noise, usually icebergs or video essays, especially with monotonous tasks. Eventually I got the point where I was like " it's late at night, I should probably call it for the day, maybe go to bed" but decided to put on one more hour and a half ARG breakdown and keep breeding.

30-50 minutes into that video, I spotted it. A little blue baby swimming in the tank. By the end of the Iceberg I managed to breed him up. Now Mudkip, Wooper, and their three babies are awaiting a home!

I'm not sure how long it took me. Minecraft does have an "animals bred" statistic, but as far as I know that doesn't list specific animals. In the end after cleaning out most (but not all) of the spare Golds I had 450 kills. And that's not counting the ones I used Entity Cramming to get rid of. All in all I'd estimate 600-700 Axolotl's bred... which from what I understand is still decent odds. Apparently after 1,000 breeds there's about a 50% chance you've gotten one, 95% chance at 4,000, and for most people it apparently takes about 10 hours. So not god luck like with those Pandas, but still decent!

Now I have all the rarest things in the game I was missing up until this point. I'd still like 3 more Ancient Cores and another Deepslate Emerald for a project... but I'm happy where I am. Most of the luck based stuff is done for this world, at least for now, and I can focus more on casual and fun stuff.

[sizo14]

“I may not be there yet, but I’m closer than I was yesterday” Jose N. Harris.

Image from Google (meme generator)

What once seemed impossible, and not for me, feels more tangible and right in front of my eyes these days. Me becoming an Occupational Therapist.  This is a journey for me, and I am feeling every step of the way. Steve Maraboli once said the road to success is always under construction. Fasten your seat belt as I take you through my journey up until this far.  I have always wanted to be something in the Health and Sciences profession, but I couldn’t figure out what until I overheard the title of OT.

In every classroom either in primary or high school there will always be a high-flyer. I overheard one from my matric class stating that she will be an OT if not a medical doctor. The title of being an OT fascinated me as I have never heard of such before and never knew that it existed in my town hospital, Ingwavuma Mosvold Hospital.  I did not only end up applying for OT via CAO but getting to meet an interesting local OT.  She explained to me what occupational therapy is and the areas under occupational therapy (geriatrics, pediatrics, psychiatry, general physical conditions, and medico-legal. Occupational therapy is defined in the OTPF as the therapeutic use of everyday life occupations with persons, and groups for the purpose of enhancing or enabling participation. I never knew what OT is until my first year. I knew the definition but didn’t understand the concept nor was I able to describe it to others and it all started making sense in my second year (https://carrieschmittotd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/AOTA-Occupational-Therapy-Practice-Framwork-OTPF-4th-edition.pdf.).

I did my first year in 2020, and there was the outbreak of covid which resulted in no longer having contact classes on campus but moving back home and adjusting to online learning. This was a hard time for me given the area I am from (connectivity issues, electricity problems. Basically, deep rural areas). With being unable to attend and do my work I ended up not passing all my modules as I was also not submitting on time. I got depressed as had my goals that after 4 years this degree must be put in motion and helping others. I did not even know about sites like SADAG (https://www.sadag.org/. ) that could have helped me cope with depression. Having to swallow the pill that my friends passed did not cause more only heartache but also negatively affected my self-esteem. If I knew what Occupational Therapists are capable of, I would have also seen one for myself for anxiety management and time management sessions.  Sometimes I do get very anxious and depressed I use the skills that I was taught during lectures and have been sharing with others not only my patients on practicals but also family.

Time went by and did my second year, 2022 as during 2021 I was redoing the module I failed. Started going on practice putting the theory into practice. With the lecturer, helping friends, supervisors, and sites like OT rex on YouTube (at  https://www.youtube.com/@OTRex) helped me understand what our focus as Ots is and how we also use activities as assessment tools and interventions. It made me realize that what is normal in me, my family, my culture, or my community may not be normal for others. This emphasized the importance of being open-minded, respectful, sympathetic with others, non-judgemental, and patient.

This journey has been a roller coaster for me. It does happen that you put in effort on your work and marks don’t reflect that, you are reminded of your failures. Then this calls one to go back to their drawing board and strategies.  It is when you keep on pushing. We are no longer driven by the clock but the passion. Looking at the differences we can make in other people’s lives, we must keep on keeping on. Khalid once said, “You can do anything if you put your mind to it” Eastside. This time around I feel like I am closer to being a certified Occupational Therapist with no student at the end compared to 2020. I am standing on the edge.  For more information on what occupational therapists do please visit this page: (https://www.aota.org/-/media/corporate/files/advocacy/state/resources/practiceact/ot-definition-for-aota-model-practice-act.pdf. )

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[hahahax30]

Nopw! She’s a girl born in 2004 who only *dresses* in Victorian fashion. It’s not that weird in-universe because The Kinship’s a very anachronistic society fashion, architecture, etc-wise.

(Really) long story short, The Kinship is a society created from the aftermath of an as-of-2020 forgotten war. It basically was a war between these two people:

And this man right here:

The girl, Astrid, is a human, while the two guys are a supernatural species called imlium (plural: imlia). The one with Astrid, Xarxias, is her romantic interest and along the war (because there are no contraceptives in the 4th century before Jesus fucking Christ) Astrid gets pregnant with her child. The war ends with Astrid, Xarxias and the bad guy becoming one entity, in the creation of which there’s a great explosion that leads to the creation of Mirror, The Kinship’s underground country. Astrid and Xarxias’s daughter is born while her parents and the bad guy are one and she falls under the influence of the latter upon heaving her first breath.

For plot purposes, we’ll call the daughter Simone. This is her:

Being a child of an imlium and a human gave Simone a series of 'powers' that set her at an advantage in comparison to regular humans and imlia. Something happened when she was 18-19 (ik what happened but this is getting long) and it made her immortal.

Over the millennia, Simone built up a cult in order to do the bad guy's bidding. She also managed to have a lot of sway on The Kinship's social and political structure, so many of the things that 21st century Saz believe are not fact but notions fabricated to achieve Simone's mission.

One of those notions is that imlium-human relationships are inherently bad. In my own character's words:

Now, enter Atalanta and Sekros:

She's a human, he's an imlium. They're in love, had a half-minute make out session and got paranoid af. So Atalanta found herself a human boyfriend, Oliver, to right her 'wrong'.

I don't really have time to write out what happens next but I think that this thing I told Wagner pretty much sums it up.

Idk if you want the more fleshed-out version you should read the stolen child I swear it's good (jk jk do whatever you want lol)

Dude how do you redeem a character who's not bad but is a huge jerk. @wagner-fell maybe knows who I'm talking about (idk if you remember Atalanta?)

I vaguely remember Atalanta?

But how I typically redeem a jerky character is by having them slowly do good things, like better choices and actions and then it’s a slow build up to a redemption arc

And it’s always a character that deserves it, not one that doesn’t because I hate those kinds of redemption arcs

[actualbird]

nxx team at a sleepover low stakes all-nighter stakeout mission or something, bear with me, i just have thoughts on who would last longest in staying awake

this post started out as a joke and then turned into a found family feels fest. bon apple teeth!

wc: 1k

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marius is awake nearly the entire time because this is usual shit for him

this mf sleeps 6-5 hours normally w only 5 minute naps in between, so hes been trained via his Hell Schedule for minimal sleep. 

this plus whatever stakes is going on for the stakeout basically ensures hes gonna last a long time. 

he’ll be the 4th to sleep, and if he had ever gone to a sleepover with friends when he was a kid (he hasnt, everybody either hated him or was using him, marius, how come every time u talk about ur childhood it makes me wanna cry?) he’d only pass out at like 4am because hes got a Lot of energy and needs to burn it all before sweet sweet unconsciousness hits him over the head.

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artem is awake for a while as well because hes a caffeine addict who has regular insomnia problems 

he is 3rd to sleep, succumbing at around 3am. 

he honestly would have slept earlier but then marius, who was burning off his own energy by asking countless inane philosophical questions, had asked him one of those said inane philosophical questions

marius asks, “hey, do you think worms dream? do you think they wonder about their place in the grand scheme of things?” 

and those questions inexplicably send artem into a spiral of overthinking his place in the universe 

like oh god, do worms dream? do worms also worry constantly about how theyre existing and being fearful that tomorrow theyll make wormy mistakes thatll forever tarnish the record of their whole wormy lives?

when artem passes out, he dreams of cartoon worms in court. the worm judge, who has the voice of his father, says “court is now in session. all writhe.”

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vyn is asleep by 8pm. end of sentence.

he is the 1st to sleep. he is not going to be participating in whatever kind of superiority of “ha, i stayed awake longest!” because he thinks thats stupid as hell and hes right, having a fucked up circadian rhythm is Not something to be bragging about. Get Help, People.

he tells mc to wake him up once hes needed or when something important happens and then he curls up into a sleeping bag and sleeps like a fucking rock

nothing is getting through to him the moment hes shut his eyes, with the caveat of mc’s order for him to get up, because for all of the rightful value vyn puts upon sleep, he is also rightfully whipped for her. if she says wake up, he’ll be doing it

doesnt mean he has to enjoy it, but he’ll do it

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mc sleeps only after she makes luke PROMISE, CROSS HIS HEART to sleep at some point during all this and let somebody else take a shift

because luke “ive done a ton of stakeouts before, i dont need sleep!” pearce is hugely stressing her out. they will lightheartedly argue about this for HOURS until midnight when mc finally makes him promise. 

marius: oooooh, she got ya there buddy. you gonna break a promise?

artem: thats like breaking the law

luke: what? no it isnt

artem: it is for this situation. and the punishment will be severe

vyn, sleeptalking elegantly: life sentence....

mc: IVE GOT 3 //pauses to look at vyn and his questionable wakefulness. IVE GOT....2.5 WITNESSES. promise! and no breaking it!

luke: fiiiiiinnneeee >:/

so luke promises. That! Is! All!

and mc goes to sleep, the 2nd one of the group to fall asleep, w a smug smile on her face, very happy shes won a battle of Help Luke Not Be Too Much Of A Self Sacrificing Bastard

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luke sleeps last, but this surprises him because he wasnt planning on “sleeping” at all 

and he’d like it on record he technically wasnt planning on breaking mc’s promise, he WAS gonna take like some uhhhh micronaps, shut his eyes for 3 minutes at a time. technically thats sleeping, right? so he hasnt broken the law-promise!

(if mc wasnt asleep and artem wasnt trapped in an absurdist worm legal drama dream, they wouldve ripped luke apart)

so hes up for the entire night, until everybodys fallen asleep, and he knows theyre all trying to help but he needs to keep them all safe. he needs to play the role of protector, and with everybody snoozing, the role is solely his

then vyn wakes up and luke is like What

luke: What. i thought you dont get up until the sun is up?

vyn, grumbling: usually, that’s true, but a certain somebody had advised me before all of this that you might be planning on playing arbitrary hero, and unlike you, i do keep my promises to her

marius: oooooohh, nice burn from vyn!

luke: why are YOU awake

marius: i had some of mc’s energy drinks awhile ago, and, in hindsight, that was a mistake! dude, check out how im shaking

luke: oh my god

marius: dyou think worms get the jitters as well?

artem: stop making me think about worms

luke: aaaaand youre awake too. uh you look a bit.....are you ok? 

artem, haunted: no. go to sleep. we’ll cover the rest of the night

and luke is just about to try and find a way out of once more but then mc, in her sleep, attacks luke w a sleepy koala hug. he is trapped. and

well, he cant help but feel all tired and sleepy when hes in her arms. he feels safe. he cant help it. 

mc, sleep mumbling: gotchaaaaa

luke, feeling so much love in his heart for her and also the others for teaming up for this: yeah, okay....you guys got me

luke’s final thought before sleep takes him is that maybe, in this team, they can take turns doing the protecting

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bonus, after mc and luke are asleep

vyn: .....what were you saying about worms?

artem: please. please dont ask

marius: is it possible to have a seizure but in slow mo?

vyn: neither of you are healthy individuals

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 32-

I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU

A/N: Hoping all the edging is worth it when you read this. It got a little hot here when I was writing it!! Basically, just have 'No Control' playing while you read this.

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>> Warnings: Some language and some yummy SMUT!! Penetration and male receiving oral

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August 4th, 2015

The next show was Kansas City, which he had asked you to watch completely, and damn that boy was menace on stage. Every ridiculous comment had you busting up.

"You need to calm down. You need to stop that right now! This is a family show!... Or is it…?"

"Scream if you wanna go fastaaaa!... It doesn't go any faster! This isn't a ride!... Or is it?..."

And damn him for making you weak when he stood in front of you singing 'No Control'. You met up with him backstage afterwards, entering into a passionate make out session, until he was taken away for some more song recording.

The same thing happened at the next show in Indianapolis, where you watched them perform 'Drag Me Down' for the first time. The guys had lots of late nights like that recently, so you two haven't had much time together.

Today the guys have a performance for Good Morning America, which means you will also get to spend time more with each other.

You arrive really early, taking outfit choices for each of them to change in their own hotel rooms, since they are performing outside.

Niall picks a subtle plaid shirt, which makes you happy since it is different, even if it's minimally.

Harry's options are still very plain. You knock on his door, being met with a huge grin and a bare chest.

"Hello Sunshine!"

[And hello again butterflies]

"Your choices today, sir, are a nice selection of boring, along with a side of boring." You scoff.

He gives you a kiss as he grabs the clothes from you. "Thanks babe."

"Harry, please make my little stylist's heart happy and find something fun to wear again!"

"No fair. I'm not the one picking them…" He sticks his tongue out at you.

"I'm not the one shopping for them… with the guidelines from you guys…" You stick your tongue out, back at him.

He takes a black shirt off its hanger and puts it on, causing you to pout a little.

"Well…" he smirks. "You're gonna like this little surprise then."

You fold your arms and raise an eyebrow. He reaches into the closet and pulls out something on a hanger that's concealed by a garment bag.

With his back turned to you he unzips it, removing the cover, and pulling out the hanger.

He takes a look at it for a quick second, then turns around and holds it up in front of you.

It's a beautiful, silky black Saint Laurent jacket. It's showcasing a gorgeous visual of a tiger and a hawk, clawing at each other. Your mouth drops open.

"Oh. My. God." Your eyes look up to his. "Where did you get that?"

He clears his throat. "Oh. Umm… a stylist I met early last year, Harry Lambert, sent it to me."

"Harry Lambert? Harry Lambert sent this to you?"

"Yeah…"

"Holy shit." You reply. "It's amazing, H!"

He meets your smile with his own, putting the jacket on and walking back into the closet. He brings out something else in a garment cover.

"He sent you another one? What's this one?" You ask excitedly.

He smirks, opening this one in front of you, and pulling out a smaller black jacket with vertical, silver, sequined lines spreading up from the bottom.

"It's gorgeous! But… is that the right size?" You ask.

"Hey, did you know it's been exactly a year since we met?" He asks.

You shake your head at the sudden change of subject. "What?"

"We met each other exactly a year ago, after you dressed me in that sheer black button up shirt. 'Member?"

[Of course you remember]

You grin, nodding, as he scoots a little closer to you.

"Yes." You breathe out, biting your lip.

"Well…" he holds the hanger out to you.

A small frown displays on your forehead, not fully understanding what he means, when it suddenly dawns on you.

Your mouth drops open and you gasp.

"No. That's not… that's not for me…"

He walks a few more steps, the jacket being the only thing keeping your bodies from touching.

"Yes it is."

"Harry…" you shake your head, eyes still on the jacket. "That's way too much!"

"No it's not."

You look up at him, eyes met with his gorgeous greens, and a wide smile stretched across his face.

"I love you, and I'm so thankful for that sheer black shirt." He chuckles.

You let a strong exhale and tears form at the corners of your eyes.

He lifts up one hand and wipes away the tear that is finding its way down your cheek.

"I…" you stutter.

"Love me… know I'll do anything for you… want to make out with me before we have to leave…" He smirks.

"Yes. Yes. And definitely!" He gently tosses your jacket onto the bed and grabs around your waist. The breath is taken out of you and you feel as if you could melt in his arms.

You wrap both arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

He moans against your lips, causing a sensation to ignite between your legs.

[Fuck, you want him, so badly]

You tangle your fingers in his hair and give it a tug, causing him to moan again and push you back against the wall.

You let out a whimper as you feel how hard he already is being pressed against you.

You lower your hands to the bottom of his shirt and tuck them under, slowly caressing them against his abs and up to his chest.

"Shit, Y/N." He hisses.

He grabs your hips then pushes harder against you, moaning at the added pressure.

He growls. "We have to leave in a minute and all I wanna do is-"

"Kiss me… grab my ass… throw me down on the bed…" you smirk.

"Tease." He states, bringing his lips to hover right in front of yours.

You purse your lips but he pulls away, smirking and clearing his throat.

"Let's continue this later." He winks and bites his bottom lip.

"Fine." You pout. "Later."

He goes to the bed and grabs your new jacket.

"Now let's be some sort of weirdo couple and both wear our new jackets today!"

You put yours on, over your black long sleeve crop top, with it hitting your jeans at your hips.

"So perfect." Harry states.

"It really is!" You reply. "I love it. Thank you so so much, H."

"I didn't mean the jacket." He grabs your cheek and gives you another kiss before opening the hotel room door. "But you're welcome, Sunshine."

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

Harry can't focus during rehearsal. He loves seeing you sing the songs, and bounce to the beat. And he really loves seeing you in that jacket.

[So sweet, and so sexy]

There's a pause and Harry turns around to pick up his water bottle, sneaking a glance at you as he takes a sip.

You're not looking at him. His eyes follow yours over to a small huddle of girls who peek over to you and whisper, peeking once again before looking down at their phones. He glances back to where you are and notices you step further back behind a few people, with just barely enough room to still see him.

He fully turns his body towards you and as you look back over to him, he winks.

[He wishes you knew how perfect you are to him]

He asks the team for a quick break and hops over to where you are.

"I think I need my jacket adjusted or something." He smirks.

You roll your eyes and do the most minimal adjustment on the collar.

"Want to get closer to the stage? We can both see each other better…" He bites his lower lip.

You look back over in the direction of the group of girls who have been eyeing you this entire time.

"No, I think I'll just stand over here, off to the side." You reply.

He looks over to the same group, waves, and then steps a little closer towards you.

"Kiss?" He asks.

You fix his jacket collar again, pat his chest, and gently push him back as you shake your head.

"Okay, we don't have to." He pouts. "But I definitely want one later."

~~~~~

Harry takes your hand as you exit the hotel elevator and make your way to his suite. He looks over to you as he grabs the door handle and pushes it open. Your mouth drops as you enter the room.

The dining table is covered with candles and in the middle is a giant platter of assorted snacks and desserts.

"What…" you utter, walking further inside. Harry comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"We're celebrating, remember?"

"Who would've thought that the guy who seductively grabs his crotch on stage during 'Better Than Words' is also a hopeless romantic?" You giggle.

You turn around in his arms, grabbing his face and giving him a sweet kiss.

"Well, you'll love this… we're also going to lay on the couch and watch 'The Notebook' together." He grins.

"Such a sap." You grab one of the chocolate covered strawberries from the platter and take a bite.

"For you, yeah. But I can also seductively grab my crotch if you want." He winks, and you choke on your strawberry for a second.

"Dessert, movie, and a show? Lucky me."

You both fill up your plates with some of the snacks and sweets, and take a seat on the couch to start the movie.

Harry sits on one side, against the armrest, and you cuddle into his body with your legs stretched out beside you.

As the movie plays on and gets to the scene where they are standing in the rain, you can feel Harry's chest rising and dropping quickly. You put your hand on it, and he places his on yours.

"Y/N."

"Mhmm?" You reply, eyes still watching the movie scene that's unfolding.

"I love you."

You pull yourself up to look at him and smile. "I love you too."

You start to lean back down but he puts his finger under your chin and your eyes meet his.

"Like, I'm not fucking things up this time."

A slight confusion is expressed across your face and you sit up even more.

"I'm not worried, Harry."

You lean towards him and place one hand on his cheek, giving him a tender kiss on his lips. You pull back enough to look him in the eyes, and you feel his warm breath hitting your face in quick spurts.

"I'm not going anywhere." You whisper, dropping your gaze from his eyes to his lips, and back up again. You place your lips back on his, with a bit more pressure this time and he places his hand on the back of your head.

You grab his t-shirt, pulling him up and manuerving him around so he is sitting with his back against the couch, as you lift your leg over his lap.

He smiles and strongly exhales as you straddle his lap and lean down for another kiss, still holding his shirt.

You pull away and let go. "I don't want to ruin the jackets."

You tuck your hands under his jacket, as he sits up, sliding it over his shoulders and down his arms.

He puts his hair up in a bun and smiles as he watches you remove the one he gave to you and gently toss them both to the other end of the couch.

He brings his hands under your shirt and runs them up and down your sides.

"I love you, Sunshine." He whispers. "I missed you so much."

You grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing the lace bra underneath. Then you stand up, unbuttoning and lowering your pants down slowly, causing him to squirm in his spot.

"So fucking much."

He grabs your hands and pulls you back down onto his lap. You bite your lower lip as you grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head as his arms reach upward.

"Mmm." You hum, as you take in the sight of his bare chest. "I missed you too."

He instantly grabs the back of your neck and pulls you onto his lips, not wasting another moment before parting yours with his tongue and darting it inside.

Your hands grab onto the back of his head and he moans as you tug his tied up hair. Your hips start grinding as you feel how hard he is underneath you, and he grabs your hips, pushing you further onto his lap.

Your lips make their way to the edge of his mouth, then his jawline, peppering kisses down his neck and across his shoulder.

"Fuck." He whispers, and his hands swiftly move around to your ass. He scoots forward to the edge of the couch, still holding onto you, and stands up. He stops when he reaches the edge of the bed and lowers you down gently onto your back.

He hovers over you, causing his cross to dangle down, and heat rush through your body.

[Why is that so hot?]

He leans down, using his soft lips to give you a soft kiss, then stands up and pulls his jeans down.

Your heart is racing and it feels as if it's the very first time you're having sex with each other. When he leans back down over you, he frowns and pushes himself back up a bit.

"You alright?"

You huff out a breath. "I'm nervous."

"Why?"

"Not sure." You giggle.

"I'm gonna love on you, Sunshine. Like, take my time and really love on you." He smirks, then leans down for another tender kiss.

You smile against his lips. He moves them to your cheek, then your neck, and lays them on the one spot you both know you love. He doesn't rile you up like he used to, he just peppers sweet little pecks on it.

He lowers himself down more, propping himself with one forearm by your head, using his thumb on the other hand to stroke your cheek. You close your eyes as you feel a slight amount of moisture start to gather, but a single tear betrays you, and he catches it with his thumb. His lips leave yours and lay next to your ear.

"I love you." He whispers.

You exhale deeply. "I love you too."

He runs his lips over your shoulder and back to your clavicle. Then he sits up, shimmying his briefs off, and doing the same with your lace panties. You unsnap your matching bra and toss it to the side. Your body is squirming and ready to feel his, but you trace over him with your gaze and notice he's doing the same.

He bites his lip as he lowers back down to you. You grab the back of his head and intertwine your fingers into his hair, causing it to loosen slightly from its bun. He hisses out and you feel his cock twitch against your lower stomach.

Back down on his forearm, he uses his other hand to grab your hip, and slowly grinds against you.

Lips back together and moving in synchronization, he tenderly uses his tongue to part its way into your mouth. You moan as your own matches his movements.

He pulls away to look into your eyes.

"Would you prefer I use a condom, or pull out?"

You smile and bite your lip. You've been waiting for this moment.

"I want you to cum inside of me."

He clears his throat and parts his mouth to speak, but you place your index finger up on it.

"I went on birth control after we broke up. And… I'm clean… So if you want-"

"Yes!" He smiles. "I want to. I'm clean. I want to."

You bite your lower lip again and feel the intense sensation building between your legs. You gently buck your hips up. "Please."

He smirks then grabs his cock and rubs his tip along your entrance. You hiss as you feel your wetness coat the outside of your center.

"You're so wet, babe!" He states.

You nod. "For you, yeah."

"Shit." He chuckles. "Safe?"

"Safe, H."

He slowly slides inside of you, causing you to gasp. He leans back down, resting one arm on each side of your head, and you wrap your arms around his back. The added pressure of his body on top of you is only increasing the pleasure that is already building inside.

"Fuck, you feel good." He states, leisurely pulling out and then sliding back in again.

"S-so do you." You utter. You run your hands over his shoulder and down his arms, laying them next to his on each side of your head.

His hands grab on top of yours and he picks up his pace.

"Oh my god." You close your eyes and softly moan out.

His lips meet your neck again. He thrusts deeper, still keeping his steady pace, causing himself to moan against your skin.

"Deeper." You moan.

Harry listens, using more force to get further inside of you. His size and length are perfect for your pussy. Your breathing gets rapid and your head gets dizzy.

The depth and the slow pace are igniting your sense, and you feel a different type of sensation coursing through your body. There is a new, extra kind of pleasure.

[You're not just having sex, you're making love]

He told you that he wants to love on you and he absolutely is. You've never felt this type of intimacy during sex before. With that realization, the sensation heightens to its peak.

"Fuck." You whisper.

"Are you close, babe?"

"Yes." He picks up his pace. "Fuck. Yes, H. I'm so close."

You can't catch a breath, a tingling consuming you, and your entire body tenses up.

"Oh my god." You breathe out. "Fuck!"

You throw your head back and release all over him inside of you. Everything you have is encasing his cock, and you can instantly feel it dripping out as you work through your orgasm.

"Shit, Y/N, I'm gonna cum too." He moans, continuing to thrust in and out of you. "Are you sure? Safe, babe?"

"Yes. Safe. Please. I… I wanna feel you… cum in me." You mumble between breaths.

He gulps. "Say it again."

"Cum in me, Harry."

With those words, he pulls his head back and looks you in the eyes, mouth dropping open as he thrusts in as deep as he can. He holds there and shoots everything he has into you.

"Fuck!" He moans again.

You both stare at each other, panting and him continuing to pump as you come back down from your peaks, and he leans down to kiss you.

"I loved that." He smiles.

"I loved that too." You reply.

He kisses your lips once again and sits back up on his knees, looking at your naked body in front of him. His gaze moves to between your legs as he pulls out, staring at your soaked center.

He smirks. "I think that's one of the sexiest fucking things I've ever seen."

He moves himself around you, and lays his body next to yours. He turns on his side and you do the same.

He runs his hand along your arm, coming to a stop on your waist, and you run yours through his hair.

"I have something for you." He softly states, turning to his other side and reaching into the drawer of the hotel room's nightstand.

He turns back over and hands you a small square box.

You sit up in the bed and giggle as you see his eyes darting from you down to the gift he just gave you. Your hand grips to top on the small box and you gasp.

Neatly tucked inside are two familiar pieces of jewelry.

"Our… you… you kept our necklaces?" You mumble, staring at the gold chains, one displaying an 'R' and the other displaying an 'S'.

Your mouth opens wide, tears immediately flow down your face. Now your eyes dart between the gift, and the guy who gave it to you.

"I… umm… I just couldn't let them go." He clears his throat. "So, I… stored them away…"

Your mouth is still open and the necklaces are still in your hand.

"Is that okay?" He asks.

You finally blink and smile, melting in the gaze of his eyes.

"Yes!" You lean in with your lips to kiss him. "I just… never thought I'd see them again."

He takes the necklaces into his hand, unclasping yours, and motions it towards your neck. You twist your upper body around and lift your hair out of the way. He wraps the chain around and clasps it back up, kissing the back of your neck before you let your hair down again.

You turn around as he is placing his own back on. He wipes the last few tears from your eyes and brings your chin forward for a kiss.

"I love you, Sunshine." He whispers.

"I love you too, Rockstar."

~~~~~

August 10th, 2015

"Psst. Wake up."

You grumble, then suddenly feel Harry kissing the top of your head.

"I thought you were the one who woke up early." He chuckles.

Eyes still closed, and still snuggled up against him in his home bed, you grumble again.

"And I thought you slept in…"

He kisses your head again. "I wanna take you out on a date."

Your eyes shoot open and you prop yourself up.

"Harry-"

"A proper date." He adds.

You sigh and drop your gaze, tracing his sparrow tattoo with your finger.

"Umm…" you gulp, trying to clear the lump that's lodged in your throat.

"I really want to…" he states, scooting over to try and get a better view of your face.

"But… the last time…" you stutter.

"The last time I was an idiot." He admits, dropping his gaze down too. "I'm not fucking this up again."

You love Harry. You forgave Harry. But all of a sudden your body is wracked with anxiety.

"You don't have to do that." You sigh.

"I want to." He states, holding your chin to meet your eyes. "But we don't have to if you don't."

You drop your gaze again and bite your lip. You nod and look up to see him smiling.

He props himself up on his elbow and rests his head in his hand.

"I know it's not full proper, since we love each other, and fuck each other…"

You roll your eyes and he chuckles.

"But… Y/N… would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Shit. I have better plans…" you joke, causing him to drop his mouth open, and lunge towards you so that his body is hovering over yours.

"Take it back." He states, kissing your neck.

"No." You stick your tongue out between your teeth.

"Take. It. Back." He growls, kissing you between each word.

"Or what?"

He stops kissing you and frowns. "Or no more kisses…"

Your mouth drops open, disappointed you didn't receive the tease you were hoping for.

"Let me check my… oh, yes… I'm free today!" You exclaim, pretending to scroll through a calendar.

"Good! Now get dressed, ya hooligan. I'm taking you out for breakfast." He gives your lips one more kiss before rolling off you and getting off the bed.

You pout and prop yourself up as you watch him walk to the bathroom, completely naked due to the sweaty activities from the night before.

"You've got a nice ass!"

"Get dressed!" He replies, disappearing into the other room.

You pout again as you pull the covers off and head to his closet, where you once again have some of your own clothing hanging up.

After cleaning your face, you dress yourself in the belted cream romper and tan hat that you picked out, and look in the mirror to finish your makeup.

You suddenly hear the doorbell ring, but finish up with your lip color.

It rings again.

"Harry? Do I need to answer that?"

He doesn't respond and it rings one more time. You scoff and make your way to the front door. As you open it, you let out a huge laugh.

There is Harry, leaning against the doorway, dressed in a black button up shirt with pink-ish feathers and his staple black jeans.

"What are you doing?"

"Picking you up for our date!" He grins. "Said I would do this proper…"

"Oh my god!" You laugh again. "You're something else."

"Are you ready, Sunshine?"

You nod, grabbing your small bag on the entryway table and walking out the door. He closes it behind you, then grabs your hand and takes you to your side of the car.

"M'lady…" he states, helping you into your seat.

He closes the door and jogs over to get in on his side.

He looks over and smirks. "I love you…"

You hold up one hand. "Woah buddy, that's a bit forward. This is our first date!"

He glares at you, with a small smile. "Nope, joke's over, can't do that."

You bust up laughing again as he pulls out of the driveway, and you grab his hand.

"I love you too, Rockstar."

~~~~~

Sitting at your table in the cute little restaurant he brought you too, you're just full of giddiness, as if this really is a first date.

The waitress comes to take your order and you watch as she stares into Harry's eyes while he tells her what he wants. He looks over to you when it's your turn, but she doesn't take her eyes off him. He glances up to notice and points over to you.

"Katie, is it? I'm afraid you may have just missed her drink order."

She snaps out of her trance and looks over towards you.

"Sorry, what was it you wanted?"

"The egg, cheese, and bacon quiche with a cappuccino please." You answer, looking over to Harry and seeing him wink.

"Got it. I'll have the coffee's out shortly." She walks away and Harry reaches across the small table to grab your hand.

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. That was rude of her." He apologizes.

"You have nothing to apologize for, H." You giggle. "And it's fine. I mean, you're my Harry, but you're 'One Direction's Harry Styles' to everyone else, so I get it."

A wide grin appears on his face. "Your Harry?"

You pull your lips inward and blush.

"Kind of forward for a first date, isn't it?" He chuckles.

You stick your tongue out at him right as the waitress comes back with your drinks. You move to pull your hand away but he holds on tight.

She looks down at your interlaced fingers as she puts down your cups, and you notice her eyes widen and then her face turns stoic.

"Food will be right out." She states, quickly turning around and walking off.

Your gaze wanders over to another table and you see two girls giggling.

You look back at Harry, who is sipping on his coffee, when he notices what you've just seen.

"Could I go over and say hello?" He asks politely.

"Of course!" You reply.

"I'll be right back." He states, standing up and walking over to their table. Harry shakes the hands of the two adults, and then kneels down between the two girls. He lifts up a peace sign as one of the adults takes a couple of photos. He gives them both a hug, shakes the hands of the adults again, and walks back over to you.

Just then, Katie comes back over with your food, and Harry asks if he can also pay for the table he was just visiting with. She nods and walks away again.

You glance back over to the table and notice the girls have their phones pointed towards the two of you. Your head shoots back over to Harry, who is obliviously eating his food.

"Harry…" you whisper.

When he looks up, you motion your eyes over to them and he turns their way. He smiles and throws up another peace sign, causing you to simply smile in his direction. After a few seconds, he gives them a quick wave and goes back to eating his food.

"I'm sorry."

He frowns. "For what?"

"I'll be in the photos…"

He places his fork down and wipes his hands with his napkin.

"Y/N, listen…" He clears his throat. "I don't care if people see us together, because we are together."

You can only manage to stare at him.

"I'm not gonna fuck this up again. No chance. I love you. So as long as you don't care about the flashing cameras and shouting paparazzi when we go out… as long as you don't let rumors and gossip take over… as long as you trust me and we talk things out… then I don't give a fuck about any of it either. Yeah?"

"Yeah." You grin.

Once your food is gone and your plates are clear, Harry pays the bills for your table and the fans. He gets up quickly to pull your chair out, causing you to giggle, and holds your hand as you walk towards the doors.

"There's paps. You ready?" He asks.

"I'm a pro, remember?" You chuckle.

He squeezes your hand and pushes through the doors and through the crowd, both your heads hanging down slightly. He stops every few seconds, and only for a few seconds, when a couple of fans ask for a photo. You stay behind him, wanting to allow them to have their moment with their idol. He opens the passenger side door to let you in, and closes it before getting in on his side.

"You alright?" He asks, as you both buckle yourselves in.

You lift your head, suddenly unfazed by everything around you. "This was the perfect date."

"Can I have a second? And a third?"

"I'll clear my schedule."

~~~~~

August 20th, 2015 - Concert Day

Harry took you on three more dates before you had to travel to Ohio for the next show. And then to Canada. It meant it was back to tour life, but you manage to spend time together either way.

You walk into the main dressing room with Natalie and see Amelia holding a small cake.

"Hooray!" She shouts.

"Umm… yay?" Natalie replies.

"This is where it all started for us, babes. Toronto!" She cheers.

You and Natalie laugh.

"Good thing I wore these…" you pull up your pants legs enough to show off the 'Toronto' socks that you bought there last year.

"I can't believe you still have them." Natalie shakes her head.

"Well I don't know about those…" Amelia motions to your feet. "But their outfits are, once again, a little boring. Sorry babes."

You and Natalie groan.

"We have got to go shopping soon. It's killing me!" You state.

"I'm going to talk to Caroline soon. Maybe we can change it up for non-tour stuff." Amelia states. "With the new album coming, I'm sure there will be lots of interviews and performances to dress them up for."

You and Natalie high five each other. "Yes!"

~~~~~

Tonight's song viewing choice is 'Better Than Words', realizing you haven't actually seen Harry's famous crotch grab live.

[Prepare yourself for overwhelming screams from fans and intense sensations through your body]

You and Natalie stand over to the side, close to the sound booth. You want to stay hidden from Harry so that you can just observe him in his element, and so Natalie can stand with Levi.

The music starts and you see Harry standing on the walkway, spitting out water as he throws his body back.

[Yeah, you know why he gets the screams]

He skips around and sings right up until the end of the first chorus.

I can't explain your love

No

Harry jumps up and swings his arm, but loses his footing and rolls his ankle, causing him to fall down.

"Oh my god." You chuckle and shake your head at how clumsy he is.

"Wait, is he okay?" Natalie asks, and you notice him momentarily laying on the ground.

"Umm…" your gaze stays on him.

He gets up as Louis starts his part, and you let out a sigh of relief, but as he is walking he is gritting his teeth.

He isn't bouncing around as much for Niall's part, and you figure he is hurt, but you still get a smirk on your face when he grabs his crotch.

[Always a performer and such a tease]

He motions to someone off stage that he needs to wrap his ankle, so you wave to Natalie and head back before the song is over.

You catch him right as they finish wrapping his foot.

"Hey!" You exclaim.

"I'm alright, Sunshine." He replies, hesitating for a moment before bouncing back out there.

You smile and admire his determination, his desire to give his all for the fans.

You decide not to walk back out there and head to watch the rest of the show on the screen in Harry's room, grabbing a smoothie before you get there.

~~~~~

You sit on the couch, waiting for Harry to enter his private dressing room. You can hear the fireworks, and the tremendously loud cheers, which tells you that the concert is over.

"You alright?" You hear outside the door.

"Yeah, mate, just gonna rest in here for a few." Harry responds, opening the door.

"Hello." He smiles.

"Are you okay there, Rockstar?" You point to his ankle, watching him lightly limp over to sit next to you.

He stretches his arms out across the back of the couch and throws his head back, eyes closed.

"It hurt like hell." He admits.

"I could tell." You stand up and walk over to the little mini fridge, grabbing a pack of ice you had stored in the tiny freezer compartment. You sit on the coffee table across from him and bring his leg up to lay on your lap. You remove his boot and place the ice on top.

"Shit that's fucking cold." He yelps.

"That's the point of ice." You chuckle.

He lifts his head to glare at you, then throws it back down. The ice rests on his ankle and your hands move to massage up and down his calf.

"Mm." He hums.

He isn't looking, but you bite your lower lip at the sound, causing you to tighten your grip slightly.

He raises his head, with an extremely caved in dimple in his cheek, due to his smile.

"Is it helping?" You ask, avoiding eye contact as you pretend to be casual.

"Yes, thank you, babe." He replies, resting his head back once again.

"Let me try something else." You suggest.

"M'kay." He replies, not moving a muscle.

You remove his leg from your lap, and reach for one of the couch pillows, placing it under his ankle.

Your heart rate picks up as you sit on your legs in front of the couch. You place your hands on his thighs and slowly glide them upward, causing his head to pop up immediately and let out a hiss.

"What're you think you're doing?" He teases.

"I'm just trying to help you feel better…" you tease back.

"Mhmm…" He hums, biting his lower lip.

You get up onto your knees and scoot closer to the couch, running your hands up to his hips before leaning forward for a kiss. He sits up straight and places his hands on your cheeks, embracing in a strong kiss.

As you pull away, you rub one hand over his jeans, where you feel him fully hard. You unbutton his pants and start to pull them down when his head snaps over to the door.

"Fuck, Y/N, someone could walk by."

You push yourself up and walk over to close the door. It shuts and you keep a hold of the handle as you turn your body halfway and face him.

"Locked? Or unlocked?" You ask.

"Oh my god!" He exclaims. "Wh-... umm… shit… locked, just lock it."

"Okay." You shrug as you lock it and walk back over to him. You sit back down on your legs, between his, and look up to him.

He shakes his head. "What's got you so… salacious?"

"I'm just trying to help you feel better." You lick your lips.

"Bloody hell." He exhales, lifting himself up enough to slide his jeans down his legs.

You reach over and slide his briefs down slightly, causing his hard cock to spring out.

You look up to him again, scooting closer to the couch, as you position your mouth right over his tip.

"Safe?..."

"Yes. Yes."

A string of saliva drops down onto him and you quickly blow on it before grabbing his base with one hand, then lowering your mouth down on his cock.

"Oh, fuck!" He exclaims, grabbing the back of the couch with both hands.

You slide your mouth back up all the way and come off to lick up his length. He lets out a large exhale and you take him back into your mouth.

You bob your head up and down, taking him in slightly further each time. Your free hand reaches up to grab his hip and you take him even deeper, causing him to moan out and grab your hair.

"Fuck." He mutters. "Fuck, this feels so good."

You hum against him and his hips buck up, his cock hitting the very back of your throat.

"Fuck!" He moans out. "Oh god. Love, can… can I t-take over for a bit? I can't… fuck… hold back much longer…"

"Mhmm." You hum against him.

"Safe?"

"Mhmm."

You hold in place and he grabs your hair tighter as he gently thrusts up into your throat.

"Oh my god." He breathes out, pumping up again a little faster this time. You surprise yourself by being able to hold back your gag reflex, and continue to rest your palms on his thighs to stabilize yourself.

"So… good… so good!" He mumbles. He hits deeper and you start to gag, tapping his thigh to let him know it's too much. He pulls you off.

"M'sorry, love."

You kiss his tip, which pulls out a hiss from his lips, and lower yourself back on.

"Still safe?" He asks.

"Mhmm."

"Just… just a few more…" he states, pumping into you gently again.

His hips buck up into your mouth once, and twice, and again, his legs tensing underneath your palms.

"Wait, wait, wait." He exhales.

He releases his hand on your head and lifts up your chin.

"I've gotta cum inside you." He pleads.

"Yeah." You nod, moving your head back down.

"No, no, no." He stops you by grabbing your forearms and tugging on them to bring you onto his lap.

"I can go longer, H. I'm fine." You assure him.

He grabs your hips and looks into your eyes. "M'sure you can. Maybe next time. But… I want to come inside your pussy. There's just something about that feeling, I can't get enough of it now."

You whimper at his words, quickly standing up to remove your jeans and panties. He bites his lower lip and pulls you back down to straddle his lap.

You grind on him as you press your lips against his, feeling his hands on your hips guiding your rhythm.

He chuckles against your kiss. "You are so fucking wet right now."

"I'm always wet for you." You whisper in his ear.

"Fuck." He guides your hips to grind harder on him, coating him in your wetness.

You raise yourself up and he grabs himself, teasing you a little with his tip before you slide down onto him.

You slowly bounce up and down, grabbing his face and pushing your tongue between his lips.

You wrap one arm behind his neck and grab the back of the couch with the other, nuzzling your face into his neck.

"Oh my god." You whisper. He moans against the shoulder of yours that his own face is pressed against.

Suddenly, there's three quick knocks at the door, and you sit up on him, but the passion and feeling is so overwhelming that you don't stop grinding on him.

"Leaving in ten!" Someone shouts.

"Okay!" Harry growls back, never once looking anywhere other than your eyes.

"Locked." He smirks, but you shrug your shoulders and his mouth drops open. His hands grab your ass cheeks and pull slightly to get even deeper into you.

"Fuck, Harry!" You moan out loudly. "Shit, sorry."

"I wanna hear you like that." He smirks.

It sends a shiver all the way down your spine and your hands find their way into the hair at the back of his head.

He matches your rhythm and quickly bucks up, causing your mouth to drop open this time, and a whine to leave your lips.

"Again." You exhale.

He bucks up again, moaning out, and your whine turns into your own moan.

"Please." You beg. He bucks up again.

"Fuck!" You start to lose your breath. "Oh god!"

"More?" He grunts and throws his head back.

"Please!" You beg.

He thrusts up continuously, hard and deep, causing moan after moan to leave both of your lips.

"Oh my god!... Fuck!" You belt out. "Fuck, Harry… I'm gonna…"

"Go on, baby!" He encourages, with a kiss against the sweet spot on your neck.

You're sent over the edge and moan out loudly as your body completely tenses up and then completely releases. Your head drops down to his shoulder and you kiss his neck to help him reach his own peak.

His thrusts get sloppy, so you nip at his earlobe and feel his thighs tense up.

"Oh… god… Y/N!" He grunts, and you nibble his earlobe again.

"Cum inside me, H." You whisper.

"Fuck!... Oh… Yeah… Fuck!" He belts out, his thrusts slowly down as he spills into you, both riding out your orgasms.

He continues to pump until you both catch your breath, and you sit up straighter on him.

You grin and he bites his lower lip.

"You…" he chuckles. "You are something else, Sunshine."

You kiss his lips and quickly roll off him. He stands up, quickly grabbing a towel he has with his stuff. He cleans himself off, then kneels down to clean you off too.

"I'm not complaining… you just… weren't like this before…" he states.

You clear your throat a little. "Now I have the chance to be. Unless you didn't like-"

"F'course I liked it!"

A knock on the door causes you both to turn your heads in that direction. "Time to go!"

"So this'll happen again?" He smirks, as he grabs his bag and points to his dressing room couch.

"Maybe." You point too. "Maybe in the backseat of the car… mile high club, up in first class…"

~~~~~

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[keijislove]

Flirt: Erik Lehnsherr X Xavier!Reader

WARNING: Terrible pick-up lines + Charles being an ass.

Five times you’ve flirted with Erik Lehnsherr and the one time he flirted back.

1st time:

You were Charles’ younger sister and the day he introduced you to a friend of his, Erik Lehnsherr, was the day your life turned around. This handsome stranger piqued your interest at once and the fact that you were to train with him made you feel the necessity to make friends immediately.

That was the first time you’d ever flirted with anyone. It sort of just tumbled out of your mouth when Erik held out his hand for you to shake.

“Is there an airport nearby, or was that just my heart taking off?” you blurted.

You immediately went red in the face. Erik was looking mildly confused and rather taken aback by this welcoming gesture and Charles was trying his best not to laugh his ass off.

“That wasn’t – I didn’t-” you furiously began muttering, “No, I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me. I’m, uh, Y/N. Y/N Xavier.”

“Erik Lehnsherr,” he replied, the ghost of a small smirk gracing his amused face.

You wanted to kill yourself.

2nd time:

The second time you flirted with him was after you’d become slightly close and this time, it was completely deliberate.

Your training session had just gotten over and you were getting fairly good at combat, you just needed practice (A/N: your mutation can be whatever you want it to be 😊)

“Nice job, Xavier Jr,” Erik patted your head in a mocking way.

You scoffed before saying, “I hope you know CPR, because you are taking my breath away.”

Erik’s face morphed into one of those adorable confused looks he had and you giggled slightly, saying, “Deal with it Lehnsherr, I’m not gonna stop anytime soon.”

3rd time:

This one was after you’d almost gotten full control of your powers. As Erik smiled at you with a, “Nice job,” you smirked before walking up to him.

“Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.”

Erik groaned slightly, “Why do you always do that?”

“Why indeed?” you mysteriously asked, disappearing to find your older brother leaving this poor man perplexed.

4th time:

By this time, you were a professional ‘flirter’ when it came to Erik. You were surprised how quickly your brain came up with cheesy pick-up lines whenever you saw him or spoke to him; they would simply tumble out into the conversation.

To say Erik enjoyed this was an understatement, though he’d rather die than admit it, he enjoyed the attention you gave him and your ridiculous attempts to flirt were extremely amusing.

This time, it happened during the last training session you were going to have.

You grinned at him from across the room before walking over and saying, “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past you again?”

At this, Erik scoffed, saying, “You have a whole entire encyclopaedia full of these and none of them are even good.”

“What, you don’t like my pick-up lines?” you feigned hurt, pouting.

“They’re embarrassing,” Erik rolled his eyes.

He flashed you a smile that made an icy wind whip at you: realisation.

You were absolutely whipped. And you had it bad.

5th time – the one he flirted back:

You had stopped flirting with Erik. You were absolutely and irrevocably in love with this man and he probably thought of you as some silly girl. Or worse, his best friend’s younger sister.

Yeah, seemed like that was all you were to him.

The night before the incident in Cuba, you had been acting very strange, and Erik had noticed this. Usually, you were the one who made everyone laugh when something saddened them like a training session gone badly or someone’s powers grown out of control.

Yet today, when the next day each and everyone of you was going to risk their lives, you sat quietly in the corner, subdued and announcing to go to bed at seven o clock.

Sean had followed you to your room and smirked at you, saying, “Someone has a crush.”

“SSSSHHHH!” you whisper-shouted, clapping a hand to his mouth, snapping, “How did you find out?”

“Oh, it was really hard,” Sean sarcastically said, “Totally not because of your heart eyes when you look at him or how you blush whenever he speaks to you or, oh! Almost forgot – how you’ve been flirting with him since he arrived here.”

“Shut up!” you yelled frantically, scared someone would hear.

“I’m just saying, maybe try telling him?” the freckled boy asked, “I don’t like this new, sulky Y/N all that much, I want the old, happy Y/N who is a complete sasspot and is always cracking jokes.”

“Aww Sean, thanks,” you giggled, pulling him in for a hug.

“Ahem,” a voice sounded from the door. Erik Lehnsherr had just appeared into your bedroom.

“Oh, Jesus,” Sean muttered, pulling away and walking up to Erik, saying, “Don’t kill me dude, we’re just friends.”

You threw a furious look his way and said, “Sean’s being an idiot, can I help you?”

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you actually,” Erik frowned slightly, “You’re not yourself these days. Is something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing is wrong,” you muttered, “I’m okay.”

“You realise this is the first conversation we’ve had when you didn’t use one of your terrible statements, right?” he questioned, “I can tell something is off.”

You scowled at him.

“What, no pick-up line?” he asked in a teasing manner.

You took a deep breath.

“I was wondering if you had an extra heart…because mine was just stolen.”

Erik smirked at you, “You know, it’s the basic law of magnetism that unlike poles attract. You and me, we’re as different as the north and south poles. If we kiss, will we stick together?”

Your mouth dropped open. Realising how stupid you looked, you hastily closed it before speaking with an unexpected boldness, “Why don’t you try and find out?”

And he did. And you stuck together perfectly. Forever.

A/N: Whoo, I hate myself :)

Also, I'm half British, and we write the spelling as 'realise' with an 's' instead of the z. I noticed some confusion among my readers for the same, so I hope this clears it :)

[fallowsthorn]

listen i wanna talk about the bit in the (3rd? 4th?) episode of ofmd when the bartender guy whose name i didn't catch takes off jim's disguise for spanish jackie's nose jar after selling them out to, uh, some stabby people (look, i had no subtitles and i can't understand speech for shit)

because it very easily could have been the sort of spiteful gender reveal we see all the time, from twelfth night to mulan to mrs doubtfire. character dresses up as another gender for plot reasons, shenanigans happen and the disguise is revealed, other characters' reactions are played for drama or comedy accordingly. the revelation is always about the character's "real" gender and usually about how shocking and/or hilarious it was that they weren't performing it correctly.

but bartender guy doesn't give a shit about that. he unmasks jim, yes, but it's to illustrate that jim is the person they've been looking for. it's stede who's stunned that "jim's a woman???" and only that because he obviously doesn't have the vocabulary for anything else (and was just stabbed, iirc). bartender guy taunts jim about seeing through the disguise, but it's "i know what you did last summer time you were here," not "lol u thought u could pass? what an idiot." jim's gender or lack thereof is a nonfactor until the next episode when the crew want to know what was up with the disguise, and even then it rates the same as questions like "if you're not jim anymore, can i be jim?"

(side note, i love the "women's bodies have crystals" bit both because it's hilarious and as a jab at gender essentialism/transmedicalism/that fucking thing where cis people are like "ooooohhhhhh nooooooo it's science!!1!!!1" blah blah shut the fuck up and google it, horatio, your philosophies are for twelve-year-olds aNYWAY)

and then NO ONE BRINGS IT UP AGAIN. that's what fucking flattens me when i think about this, that there's no Very Special Episode (or, well, Very Special Two and a Half Minutes, these episodes are packed) where all the cis people suddenly have to relearn basic grammar and there has to be a whole investigation and Trans 101 handholding session and it's just sooooo haaaaard to rememberrrrrrrrr!!!!

no. none of that. jim's pronouns are they/them and not a single person slips once.* even the nun who raised them and hasn't seen them in [an indeterminate amount of time implied to be on the scale of years] gets it right! (she does call them by their birth name, but jim seems to be using the name jim mostly out of convenience anyway, not as a "new identity" kind of thing.) even black pete, who's the character i was expecting to be a dick about it (obnoxious, openly derisive of stede (previously the most visibly gender-non-conforming character), snarky), just. uses the right pronouns for jim. every time. no questions. no eye rolling. no scoffing or sighing or checking if jim is in earshot or pretending he's forgotten how to conjugate verbs. i can't remember if izzy ever refers to jim in the third person but i definitely** would've remembered if he misgendered them so even this feral repressed trash fire of toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia can do it!

so i think what we can conclude from this is that i need to start stabbing more people? it seemed to work for jim. i don't see any flaws in this plan. it's perfect and i need to make dinner good night.

*(presumably someone updated stede about this offscreen, since at the time he was, uh [checks notes] berating himself via gut-wound-and/or-sepsis-induced hallucination)

**probably, see above re no subtitles

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[natromanxoff]

Most of you probably know about the alleged tape incident of Roger’s. After constantly getting pissed off because of him getting called as “dumbass”, seeing people trying to find and watch the video (let’s be honest that is actually a little impertinent); now I am able to acknowledge better how someone out there made up some incorrect version about this, maybe even totally fake, story and the misinformation had spread around. It’s actually getting even worse when the incident in question might not have happened at all.

Last month, I have come across and received the scan of another article which had headlines about this matter. And guess what? While I was only expecting to read pure nonsense again, there was more about it - I realized that it doesn’t tell about it as Roger giving the wrong tape and it’s totally different. The Sun said “it’s stolen" too but everybody around has been saying “he gave it”. Before I start, I’d like to point out some important points: 

1. Be aware that this is, even though it has reached out to tabloids, a private issue. Whether the story is wrong or right, this is a story about a private stuff of them. Above all, Roger is already a private person himself about his personal life. Please be respectful at that if you ever say something about it.

2. You all use this story to mock him in some ways which I don’t really appreciate – it’s kind of like IILWMC –, don’t do it. I am not writing this down for you to change the context and make more jokes. My sole purpose is trying to stop this ‘gave the wrong tape’ accusation because I don’t see any source or proof regarding that. Send me if there’s any but I don’t think there is.

3. Always remember that these are only tabloid stuff. Most of the time, they are not credible or creditable at all. Those are the same papers which wrote all the horrible things when Freddie passed away. It’s hard to trust anything that those unreliable papers wrote about. But, at least, we’ll be able to see the origin of some details. Basically, keep in mind that this whole thing might not have happened at all but it also mentions nothing about him making a mistake - that part doesn’t appear anywhere on the internet actually, except on the words of fans’.

4. Let’s just not delve into this subject much more than necessary but only read the paper to see what it says. As I said, this post is written only for information.

We all know about The Sun article (May 4th, 1991). The one I mentioned now is from Sunday Mirror (SM) (May 5th, 1991). There is a couple of interesting points when you compare these two; that person asked for £10,000 from the first one anonymously and £5,000 from the second one by arranging a meeting; The Sun says they let the police know about it and some progress have already been made, SM says they gave the files to detectives the previous night; The Sun is somehow able to tell that the video was recorded in the previous year but also tells that it’s not known how the copy was made, meanwhile SM describes it with details. They make me nothing but more suspicious, like they are in contradict and something feels off. Did he request two different amounts of money from two different newspaper company by having only one copy to see which one will accept? Or were there more than one copy? If there were more than one, it makes me think that people would have found it by now. I am not going to question these anymore though, I don’t want to do that and it’s not my aim at all, because the main point I’d like to talk about and correct is how the tape has reached out to Douglas Lane, the person who tried to sell it,: by the man who was hired to do some work at Roger’s home when he was away. He thought the tape he saw on the shelf is a video from The Miracle album and took it home to watch so he basically ‘stole’ it because he ended up making a copy and giving it to Lean.

Lean claimed the tape had been “borrowed” and copied by a 47-old-friend.

The man had been hired to do building work at Taylor’s £700,000 second home in Kensington, West London, while the star was away.

He took the tape from a shelf thinking it was a video from Queen’s Miracle album.

Lean said: “He is a Queen fan so he thought he would take it home and have a look at it.”

And Douglas, who earns money in an unsatisfying amount, thought that he would get more by selling it.

“He had the sense to copy it and put the original back, but he didn’t do anything with the copy.

“He knew I was involved in music and told me about it.”

Lean, who drives a concrete mixer by day and earns £20 a night playing guitar in pubs, said: “I immediately thought I could make myself a packet out of it.

“It was my idea to sell it.”

Sunday Mirror writes that Lean said Roger edited the tape so that after those “sessions”, you see Breakthru video and he labelled the tape “Breakthru promo”.

“Taylor has no idea the video has been copied,” said Lean.

He said the tape was labelled “Breakthrough Promo” — the name of the band’s single from the Miracle album.”

I mean, really? I honestly don’t have any idea why he would do that. Why would he add a private video on a same tape with one of Queen videos? Why would he bother? If he did, why does he label it with that? Why does that worker get so curious about a video from 2 years ago? Maybe he didn’t have chance to see it in those two years, that could be the only answer. But why does he bring it to his home rather than watching it in Roger’s home? Surely, he wouldn’t see any problem at that as he’s fine with taking something that doesn’t belong to him. It’s purely a chance that he came across with something unexpected which will make him want to copy it at his home.

And after everything, this is apparently what Lean says:

But he insisted: The video was not stolen. It was just borrowed and copied.”

I can say a lot of words right now but I won’t… If all these things are really true, that is not an excuse of taking someone’s private stuff to copy without their consent, not ethical at all as he aimed to sell it and make it public. Ergo it was indeed stolen.

So, see? There is no “mixing the tapes and giving the wrong tape to a fan”. I assume this article must be the first place where that wrong version came from. And if it is telling the truth, there seems to be no mistake he has done here because his private stuff has been taken from his property unbeknownst to him. Briefly, we don’t know for sure if they had a tape and if it has really reached out to someone but if it did, then I believe this is high likely how it would happen.

It’s worth to mention that there is another theory regarding these news, that it’s been arranged to take media’s attention off Freddie. I can’t tell which one is true or if both them are wrong and nothing even happened, of course. It’s up to you, choosing whatever you’re going to believe in. But know that I can’t see any creditable source about him giving the wrong tape - so I wouldn’t suggest believing in that or keeping talking about it - and there might be more about this that we don’t / won’t know about so it’s only haste to make a judgement based on these. 

Last note about something regarding him in general: Please, don’t take the different versions of this story and comments about them into account when you form your opinion about him because only those things don’t define him. Or the other way around, “if it’s Roger, it’s probably true - he would do it” attitude is not really fair when we consider that it’s actually you who chose to perceive him in that way by getting influenced whether by the movie or some ‘facts’ around - they do not reflect some aspects of him in the right way. Always try to find an original source. It is not always only him who would have his fun in those various ways, it is possible for any other rock star. All of them did some stuff - sometimes some really bad stuff - but it is not only Roger (I don’t mean the stated story here though, I honestly can’t see anything bad there). So him being the one who is involved in this story doesn’t prove or provide any authenticity. If everyone complies with that while critizing him or not approving something about him, it is always acceptable and welcomed, in my opinion. And that is valid about everyone, of course.

[skepticalarrie]

I don’t know if you’re the right person but I don’t know who else to ask lol. I’m sure you remember that Liam and Niall interview where they were asked where Louis and Harry are and Niall looks like he’s about to shit himself while looking for an answer. I wasn’t even a big Larry believer at the time of that interview but even I found it hilarious. I was wondering when that interview took place during the generic Larry timeline or babygate timeline or what have you.

Hello anon, how are you? Thank you for asking this. So the Ryan Seacrest interview with Niam was on November 19th 2015. And generally speaking, November/December were great months in terms of Larry content, they would sit everyone together, they probably interacted more these two months than the past two years combined. So MITAM promo was really interesting and different from everything we had previously seen. And it was their last few months as One Direction too since the hiatus officially began on January 1st 2016.

I'm not sure what information you're looking for exactly so here's a generic timeline of the second semester of 2015:

July - September 2015 American leg of OTRA tour

July 14th - People Magazine broke the news about Briana's pregnancy.

August 4th - Louis confirmed the pregnancy on GMA

Hiatus was also announced around this period. Everything that happened in the US was very convenient as you can see.

September - October UK leg of OTRA tour

October 20th - Belfast cancelled concert (possibly related to babygate)

October 31st - Last concert of the tour

November - December MITAM promo

So here's when the interview happened, anon. On November 13th we had the release of the album, so they attended basically everywhere for the promo and to talk about the hiatus. I believe they were in the UK when the album was released, so they did BBC radio 1 (a week prior to Seacrest's interview and Harry was already sick and in vocal rest that week), Jonathan Ross, London Sessions was also recorded around this time. And they went to LA on the 16th and went to Ellen, Jimmy Kimmel, AMAs, Jingle Ball LA, James Corden (dodge ball larry, carpool karaoke). A lot going on. They were also in Mexico in late November (interview with H&L laughing about Zayn's tattoo) and I think they went back to the UK in mid-December, which was when the x-factor final happened and their last "official performance".

January 21st 2016 - Freddie was born

Not to mention the rainbow bears, it happened from February 2015 to February 2016 (and then the little mix concert later that year). so it was all around this same time period, showing up everywhere they were even after the tour was over. The bears liked the famous "larry ok" tweet on the same week of this interview.

So that was the context, I hope were able to understand whatever you were looking for, anon.

[neo-culture-mafia]

NCT Dream Reaction First Kiss

Hey guys! It's admin j back with another reaction. Most are fluff and a some have a twist. News on Cleanse Week will be coming soon so be sure to look out for that. Some are longer than others for sake of the back story and...well...I might've gotten carried away haha.

Remember I love you guys and remember to smile. If no one has told you yet today, I love you and I'm proud of you.

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[Not proofread - sorry]

[posted : 5.22.20]

Mark

Mark's first kiss with you would be a total accident. It had turned from the trainee mentor relationship into something more very quickly yet beautifully. It was still in the puppy stages of the relationship where you both were finding eachother's vibes.

You both would be in the hand-to-hand combat training room just running over some drills, one on one. "Right hook. Left sweep. Chin kick." His voice barked as you pushed your body to its limits. His hands were in mitts that protected himself against your assaults effortlessly.

"Finish off. Spin kick." He said and you turned around connecting your heel with the gear. "Good work." He cheered shaking the gloves off and handing you your water.

You took it and sat down on the ground where you previously had practiced. "My body hurts." You whined rolling around for a minute as he joined you on the floor. "You did great though." He took a sip from his own water.

Talking for a few minutes then you stood up. "Your turn now." You smiled and grabbed his gloves. His hearty laugh had you raise your eyebrows at his reaction. "Not a chance, baby." He got up and pinched your cheek. "Why do you say that?" You said putting your protected hands on your hips. "I just don't wanna hurt you is all." He shrugged and your mouth dropped.

"Am I not strong enough?!" You said with a shocked laugh. He shook his head no, walking over. "I didn't say that, cutie." His finger came up to boop your nose quickly.

"Then let's go." You kept nagging and he only looked at you for a moment. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He chuckled as you put your hands up strongly.

He got ready and took his beginning stance. "Right kick." You said and the force you were met with made you want to grab and cradle your own hand, yet, you carried on with the calls. "Left knee. Right knee. Roundhouse." You thought of all the kicks you knew in your own head.

Mark was getting lost in the calls and forgot about who he was training with for a moment. "Knee wrap-" his leg hooked around your knee and it had you shooting towards the ground.

After he felt your body falling he reached his hands out and grabbed your flailing arms quickly, picking you up mid-fall.

He had yanked you up and the next thing you knew...lips to lips. You both stood there for a moment in the kiss, not moving until you both had fully registered what was happening.

Both of your faces were blushed and rosey from the magical feeling kiss; both standing face to face still, turning away to try and hide the clear embarrassment. "Uh. I have to uh. I have to go write up some reports." You said as you picked up your bag with a smile.

"Of course." He nodded. "Thanks for the extra training session." Your smile only had his heart thumping faster.

"Always. You know where to find me." Both of you were so awkward as you said goodbye. Yet once you left him alone he was going crazy with excitement.

Renjun

It turns out that your guys' kiss was after the first argument. The kiss was cliché within itself but it was magical.

You both were in his apartment just talking as a thunderstorm raged on outside. The night took a dark turn when you both stated what you were looking for in a long relationship. You looked at Renjun and saw what you were looking for exactly. Renjun thought you could do better than him and his insecurity shone through that night.

"Someone amazingly smart." You smiled yet his smile dropped. "Oh?" "Mmmhmm. And wickedly handsome." The small giggle your body carried irked Renjun.

"Someone who has a tough exterior but is actually a softie." You were basically describing him trait for trait but the description wasn't lining up in his own head.

"So who are you looking for?" You asked as you situated yourself on the couch so you were facing him more. Just to spite innocent you, he started to list everything you thought you were, making yourself question your own worth and being.

"Loud and bright." Your smile only faltered a little at the hard to swallow statement. He didn't see like you that? "Someone who understands when to not talk about stuff. They stay quiet." Your gaze fell to your lap.

"Someone insanely beautiful." His playfully sounding yet vindictive words got your mood down and all you wanted to do was leave. "I think I should get going." Was all you said as you grabbed your bag and slipped on your shoes. He didn't stop and could only watch as you walked out of the door.

"Hey Jeno. Bye Jeno." You said as you opened the door and were met with the bulkier boy. Then you were gone.

Jeno rushed into the room and looked at Renjun with an upset face. "You idiot." Jeno stressed as he started beating Renjun with pillows. "She was talking about you, you doorknob." He said pointing to where you were once sitting.

"Huh?" Renjun was dumbfounded. "We bugged the room idiot. She was talking about you and you act that way towards her?!" Jeno asked and your words flashed through his mind again. The truth of the intrusion went directly over his head in the moment.

"Oh my God." He said starting to get up but freaking out. "What do I do?!" Renjun asked as his hands went through his hair, gripping at his brown locks. He started to pace the room in agitation.

"Go get her back!" Jeno dragged Renjun to the door and Renjun wasted no time as he pushed his shoes on and ran out the door and down the hall to the stairwell. He flew down the flights of stairs and into the apartment building's lobby. You were no where to be seen.

He felt guilty as he ran out the door into the pouring rain and saw you walking down the side walk in a hurry to get to shelter.

"Y/n!" He yelled but you couldn't hear him over the sharp drops of water. He groaned as he raced after you, passing some nightly joggers in the process.

He automatically flung his arms around your body and held onto you. "I don't deserve you. You were talking about me and I didn't realise. I am so sorry for trying to hurt your feelings, y/n. I'm still new to this whole relationship thing and still need to learn some things that you already know." you cut him off by turning around to face him.

"You're insanely pretty and super bright and bubbly at times. You're too friendly at times and so kind to random strangers. You're so respectful and I could never think of anyone better of a person than you. I'm so sorry that I was me-" you automatically connected your lips to his as you realized he wasn't going to shut up anytime soon if nothing stopped him.

He relaxed into the kiss and held your face perfectly in his hands. A moment of silence was between you both as you eased out of the kiss to look at one another. Raindrops fell down from your eyelashes and Renjun thought he was holding onto an angel.

"Oh my God you're perfect." His words were mumbled as he could only kiss you again in the rain.

Jeno

He knew that he was the boyfriend that you got to piss off your parents. You two had met at your work at the library when he was picking up se alchemy books.

He had really fallen for you though. He was absolutely enamored with you and your personality. You were his personal drug. You both were polar opposites yet found the most random things in common.

He would always try to set up the 4th date but something would always come up. He really believed you liked him and you knew for sure that he likes you but you both just had to wait for now. But waiting had been 3 and a half weeks since you guys have at least saw eachother in person. The boys were asking where you went to at this point for they had grown a liking to you too.

The second date was at his place where his friends dressed up in tuxes and served a fancy dinner. Yet...no kiss as he dropped you off that night. Just you scurrying away from his car with a bright smile on both of your faces.

"Did you guys smooch?" Jaemin asked as the door to the apartment opened to a smiley Jeno. "Nope." He cheered as he threw his keys in the bowl. The boys groaned as some popcorn was thrown at the ecstatic boy.

"I'm not just gonna rush her to kiss me. If she wants to then we can-" "wow you really have softened up." Hyuck gasped as his eyes became squinty at his friend. "Bad boys really do fall for good girls." Jisung gagged at the circumstances. "Yeah yeah yeah. Just don't want to scare her off is more like it." Jeno sighed slipping off his boots. "You just gotta go up and smooch. How hard is it? Have I taught you nothing?!" Jaemin asked as he punched his friend's shoulder. "Chill. It'll happen eventually." Jeno laughed as he twirled into his bedroom.

~~

You had been out with your parents for a cute little lunch on a sunny Sunday afternoon. "You need to start going after boys who can take care of you." You mom sighed as she finished up her meal. "And not this imaginary gang member you're dating. Fantasy land is not reality."

Whatever you said always went in as stories to your parents' ears. It was getting insulting at this point. "Well I even offered to bring him to lunch today-" "and you probably would've picked up a hooligan off the street." You dad pointed his finger at you.

You huffed and fell into your seat. "I have a love interest. You just don't want to believe he's real." You sighed and they groaned. "Because the things you say don't make sense. What gang member goes to a library? For science books? Do you hear yourself, sweetie?" You mom grabbed your shoulder as she tried to be comforting.

"Can we just go home now? I don't want to shop anymore?" You pouted and you automatically got up to leave. Your parents followed and you all went to the front desk to pay.

Jeno had spotted you before you spotted him. He and the rest of the Junior Forces came to the outside mall to shop and chill for the day. That's when they sat by the fountain and just joked around for a little bit. There, he saw you standing with your two parents. You didn't look the happiest as you rocked back and forth on your feet.

Jeno whistled loudly and quickly drawing the attention of the boys but most importantly you. You turned your head and were met with the boys who were all staring at you along the smiley face paired with the usual done up head of hair that you loved oh so much. "Y/n!" Some of the boys waved which got the attention of your parents. "Who are they?" You mom asked quietly. "Make-believe." You sassed.

Your head turned towards your parent's confused faces and you knew what you were going to do. Jeno was expecting you to cheerfully skip over but you marched over with a purpose. Some of the boys were actually confused on why you looked so distraught. "Y/n! Get back here." Your father called loudly from the desk.

You approached and grabbed Jeno by the collar, pulling him up. "Don't ask why, just kiss me." It didn't take long for him to grab your waist and pull you up closer towards his face where he passionately kissed you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His free hand traveled to the back of your neck to lead you. The kiss was filled with such passion and fierce feelings that if he wasn't holding you against him, you would've surely fallen to the ground as you legs turned to jelly.

"Oh my God she actually did it." Jaemin said with a shocked face while the boys cheered. "Finally!" Renjun raised his arms over his head. Yet, the rest of the boys noticed the approaching parents before you both did. The cheers died down. "Angry parents. 12 o'clock." Hyuck slapped Jeno's legs quickly.

Your parent's presence along with your dad clearing his throat, "y/n.", made you break away first. You stood on your own two feet and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand with a smirk.

"Mom. Dad. Meet Jeno. Not so imaginary now, is he?" You said with such an attitude towards your dad. You turned back to Jeno with a sweet smile. "Call you later." You winked. "Bye, boys." You sweetly smiled, "Bye. Y/n." Jisung was the only one who shly waved back. You walked past an awestruck Jeno with your angry parents in tow.

Once you all were out of hearing distance, the cheers from the boys made Jeno return to reality very quickly. "Oh. My." He whispered, hands coming up to feel his lips gently. "Ugh. Growing up so fast." Hyuck coo'd as he dabbed his eyes from his fake tears.

Hyuck (longer)

You were an outside business women that had this poor boy following at your every step. You were a bad ass leader that ran her own fashion firm.

He was deployed to pose as your assistant because Taeyong was suspicious on how fast you came up and got known.

You both instantly clicked and Hyuck found out that you had no affiliated work with any type of syndicate or group of any sort. You just worked hard for what you wanted and you surely got it. Yet, once his main job was done, he still kept his position as you assistant. Tae didn't mind as long as he was where he needed to he when he needed to be.

As you two got closer he learned who you really were. You were a strong ass lady who never let anyone take your title or money from you. He fell in love with your strength and bad bitch personality.

"Coffee for the queen." He set your coffee on your big desk. He sat on the laquered wood next to you in your big office chair. His put one leg on top of the other and sipped his own coffee as you sketched in your designing pad. "Thank you, Hyuckie." You said as you concentrated. "Any thing on the schedule today?" You asked and he pulled up your agenda on his phone.

"Nothing but a meeting at 5." He bounced his leg. "Chelsea boots...again?" You asked as you caught sight of his foot wear.

He chuckled and took a good look at them. "What? Don't hate on the outfit of the day." He said and you finally looked at him up and down since he clocked in this morning. His distressed Nirvana tee was paired with jeans and the Chelsea boots. It was overall a nice outfit.

You said no more words, "clear my schedule. we're going shopping." And just like that you 2 were headed to the mall to shop the day away.

You linked your arm with his as you both walked into the bright shopping center. Both of you were super comfortable with each other and you would never be caught dead telling him that you had fallen for him.

He was so friendly but you were so sure that was just his nature and he didn't feel the same way.

"Oooooo. I'm getting you new shoes." You said as you tugged him into a random designer store that caught your eye. You pushed him down onto the velvet bench where he quickly regained his balance.

"What size shoe do you wear?" I asked and he only stared for a moment. "You don't need to. I have shoes already-" "But I want to." You smiled and was waiting for his answer. He wasn't used to people getting him stuff like this so he felt very out of place, but when he looked at you be felt safe. "270." And with that you were off down the aisles of shoes.

"Ew. They carry my brand." He heard your voice and he couldn't help but laughing lightly. You came back with your arms full of shoes. "Woah." He got up to try and help but you just dropped them on the ground.

"Start trying on, please. Get what you want. Don't be modest. I got some spending money. I'll be looking at watched and jewlery at the other side of the store." You handed him one of your credit cards. No information except your name was on the thick piece of black plastic that he now hesitantly held in his hand.

You were now bouncing off to the other side of the store with a smile on your face.

He began trying them on and he was blown away with the quality of each shoe. They were all amazing but he knew he couldn't get all. He narrowed it down to 3 shoes and headed to the cashier who was dressed very fancy like.

He set the shoes on the pristine white marble counter and waited to be serviced. The man just looked skeptical as he rung Donghyuck up. "How will you be paying?" The man's stares made Hyuck uneasy and feeling judged. He slid your card across the counter and returned to his position of his hands behind his back.

The man looked at the card and at the uneasy boy then back down to the card and had a throaty laugh. "You're playing a prank, aren't you?" He asked and now Hyuck just wanted to leave. "Your type shouldn't even be in here." The worker scoffed

"No. He belongs here as much as I do." You popped up beside Hyuck who automatically felt a rush of confidence that he usually had, but ever since he had entered this high-profile area- he lost. "And especially because I know for a fact that he makes more than all workers here...a week." Your voice was tough as the worker stood in shock with your card in his hands.

"Oh my God. You're...you're y/f/n." His smiles were now being dumbed down once he realized you were not happy in the slightest. "Now...I'm Pissed. That's who I am." You said pushing the shoes closer and setting some pieces of jewelry and a couple pairs of sun glasses down on the counter. He rang up all of the items with care and quickness. Hyuck stood there in shock that this was happening. Your hand came up to play with some of his hair that lost its place. "I apologise again sincerely. It's just that type-" "Can you please tell what TYPE you're talking about?" You asked as you grabbed the heavy bags from the counter and keeping them in your hands. All the workers now gathered around with their heads lowered.

"Well. Lower clas-" "I'm going to stop you there." Hyuck knew exactly where this was going. You had been lower class yourself before making it big and you never forgot where you came from. There has been times that your friends stopped talking to you because they walked into your office to see you sporting department store sweatpants and a distressed tee along with your all-time favorite pair of skating shoes. You get it. And you never treat anyone differently no matter how they look or what they sport in the daytime. What you did judge people on though, is how they interact others...and boy did you hate mean and rude people.

"-and I can promise that your ass won't work in any luxury store in the whole Asian continent after this week. That isn't a threat. It's a promise. Good day to you, sir." You said taking Hyuck's hand and dragging him out of the store.

You both walked down the tiled floor and you breathed out. "Almost lost my cool there." You said and Hyuck could only laugh. You had put him in a better mood.

"Are you okay though?" You asked and he nodded. "Never been better." He smiled and you touched his cheek lightly. "Now let's go for some shirts and pants." You said motioning to the next store that caught your eye.

"Hello Miss. y/n. Welcome back." A woman greeted and you greeted back equally as nice. "Oh thank you. How are you this week? Did your daughter perform well in her recital?" The bags were taken from yours and his hands automatically by workers while you started to look through racks.

"Do you like button ups?" You asked him and Hyuck could only shrug. "I like t-shirts." You laughed at his cute response but held a shirt up to his torso. "This would be handsome." You said and put it over your arm and continued looking.

"Go. Look around. Pick up whatever catches your interest." You winked and he took you up on your offer. He looked around and picked up some shirts that he would wear daily to have some elegant sense.

"Ready to try on?" A worker asked you and you nodded grabbing Hyuck and you were both guided to a big room with what felt like a million mirrors.

The door closed and it was just you two. There was a small circular rising in the middle of the room where you could model clothes once they were on.

"Alright. Shirt off. This shirt's been making so curious on how it would look on you." Hyuck froze. His gun's metal has never felt more cold on his hip. "Uh. Can't I try them on myself?" He laughed nervously. You looked at him and looked around. "Uh. You okay?" You laughed lightly and he shrugged after a moment.

Then a lightbulb went off in your mind. You took your hand bag off and opened the lid and put the opening towards him. "What?" He asked looking at you.

You sighed at his cluelessness and motioned a gun shape. His blood ran cold and a shiver went down his spine. He slowly lifted his shirt up to expose the dark metal laying on his waist.

He grabbed it and put it in your bag. You cheerily put it down and tugged at his shirt. "How did you know?" He was still in a frozen state and wanted to know answers now.

You pushed him back to the stage and he obediently stepped on. You started lifting his shirt but his hand grabbed your wrist. "How do you know?" He asked sternly and your eyes rolled. "I'm a girl that knows what she needs to." You said and continued to help him redress.

The scars on his torso intrigued you but need to be brought up at a later time. "How?" He asked once again as you buttoned his buttons. You spaced out for a moment before regaining all your thoughts.

"My father ran a smaller syndicate and my brother acted the same way as you before you started his own. I separated myself from that life and went to design school to run from that life." You rambled but he took in every word. "All of a sudden you become my assistant and I see your behavior, gun bulge on your waist, and tattoos. Next thing I know, my brother talks to me for the first time in 10 years to see what I've become." His mind was doing loops as he tried to put the missing puzzle piece in place.

"I'm guessing Taeyong doesn't talk about me much, huh?" You said and Hyuck thought he was gonna faint and puke at the same time. "You...you...sister?" He asked slowly. You sighed as you nodded your head. "It's old family affairs, I suppose. Saw I was head of my own company yet a big softie and retracted all offers he first gave me." Your hands ran down his torso to smoothen the fabric out.

"Oh my God." Was all he could say in the void of silence. Your laugh pulled him down to earth.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna judge you because I know what it's like. Training. Not have a clear thought for yourself. Following directions all day long. And you're a good guy. I don't judge from what you are. But how I feel about you. And I like you." You shook your head and everything seemed so much more clear.

He wasn't thinking clear when his lips found themselves on yours. He was more shocked you didn't pull away. Yet , he was so happy that you didn't pull away from him.

The kiss broke with the both of you regaining your breaths. "I promise we can talk about this...us...later." you smiled. Hyuck hadn't noticed how his arms wrapped around your body until you broke away and stepped off the platform. "But I want to get these clothes and go get a burger and a milkshake. I'm starving." You smiled and turned away.

Yet, the mirror couldn't hide your rosey cheeks and big smile that made his heart thump behind his scarred chest.

Jaemin

You and him were polar opposites in personalities. His rough and jagged moods were always slowed down and capped by your soft nature. On the outside, both of you held the similar style, yet once each of you opened your mouthes, people would turn their head in confusion.

Both of you were close since you became a trainee in the Junior Forces. He had grown an unusual liking to you that had the other boys confused as to what he saw in you.

He saw something he could protect and stuck to it.

"Let's go get some coffee." He whined as he dragged you out of your bed by your ankles. You hit the ground with an 'oof' and were still dazed and confused by what happened.

"Y/n let's go." He pulled at your arms. "But I'm tired." "That's why we're going to get coffee." He said and threw a hoodie and jeans onto you.

"5 minutes then I'm going without you." He said walking out of your room. He would wait patiently for up to 20 minutes is what '5 minutes' meant.

You groggily got up and got changed into the oversized hoodie and jeans. You pulled random shoes on and walked out to Jaemin eating ice cream from your freezer. "Are you ready yet?" He asked and you nodded as you grabbed your phone and wallet.

He pushed you out of the door and all the way until you both hit the street. The sun was out and it was a beautiful day to just stroll around for a little bit.

"So what's new with you? How was the mission?" You asked as his hand slipped around your shoulders. "Tiring. Wanted to leave as soon as I got there." He smiled a little. "So...the usual." You giggled as you both turned the corner onto the main street.

"Now, you. What's been going through that brain of yours?" He asked, ready to hear you become talkative about what you've been up to. "I was watching this new show and the main characters are so cute-" "yeah?" "and they just won't fall in love already. They're perfect for one another but they just won't see it and it's so frustrating-" you talked to whole way to the cafe but he loved every word that fell from your lips.

"The usual?" He asked and you nodded but continuing where you left off. You shushed when he ordered but he became more engaged as you both waited.

"That's basically it." You suddenly said and he smiled. "Well the show sounds amazing." He complimented your explanation. "It really is. Ooo and there's this new movie we should see together. It's about zombies." You said playing with the straw container. "Really?" He mindlessly added on. "Mm-hmm. It's coming out next week." He thanked the worker as the two drinks were served.

He handed the cold coffee to you and put a straw in. You both were off on the streets again.

"What do you want to do?" You asked and he shrugged. "Park?" You suggested. He gave a small nod and you both began the new journey. "Mmm. Taste this." He held his dark black iced americano up to your lips but you just looked at him hesitantly. "No. It tastes icky." You shook your head but he continued to hold it up to you.

You sighed and decided one sip wouldn't be terrible. You took some of the liquid into your mouth. The bitterness made you reel back from the sour and bitter liquid.

His laugh shook through his body as your eyes sparked with pure caffeine. "It's awful." You said taking sips of your own drink. "Awfully good." He continued.

You both made it to the park and sat on a bench that looked out to the river. The cool breeze wrapped you both together. His arm found its way around your shoulders and your head ended up resting on his shoulder.

"I like you." His sudden confession had you frozen. No warning or anything. Not even a leading up statement. "What?" You said as you sat up a little to face him. "You like me?" You restated the confession and he could only nod.

"I like you too. I just never thought that you felt the same way. I was so scared that it was one sided and you would never talk to me again-" he rolled his eyes at your never-ending rambling.

He grabbed your face and shut you up by kissing you. The bitterness of his coffee was present in the kiss but it tasted more...sweet this time. It was intoxicating.

You both broke away from the kiss but your foreheads rested against one another. "You talk to much." He whispered with a smile.

"If that's what you're going to do to shut me up. I'll talk more often."

Chenle

The first kiss would be magical yet an unplanned way to distract you.

Both you and Chenle were deployed on an extraction mission. Jisung and Jeno messed up during their own mission and had been held captive for the past week. Jeno his his mic and wire and that was the only way you guys knew they were still alive.

Mark and Taeyong deployed both of you as soon as a plan was made by Chenle. Him being the escape artist on the team made him an amazing fit for the job. You were more for a backup and decoy.

You both entered the foreign feeling base and automatically got to work. "Guards just left." Jeno mic'ed from wherever he was in the building.

"Headed directly to you." Chenle whispered into the almost invisible wire. Your range of vision was wide as you looked out for any other people.

You bumped into Chenle as he stopped outside of a door. "This one." He said and you looked for any witnesses as he began to pick the locks.

The door was opened in no time and he pulled you into the dimly lit room. A bloody jeno and jisung sat in chairs. Yet, the happiness in their eyes made up for their bruises and scrapes. "Get us out of here. Now." Jisung begged moving around in his seat.

"There's a device on his chair. We think it's explosive." Jeno said lowly. Chenle checked his best friend's chair as his smile fell. "Pressure activated. Once you get up, it'll detonate." He said and you could see everything flash through his mind. "We just need to find something to transfer the pressure so we can leave." Everyone's eyes looked around the bare room until Jeno was the first one to lay his eyes on you.

One by one they all gained the same realization. "Oh. No." You shook your head. "No no no." You shook your head and you saw the bruised boys become more ancy. "Please, y/n." Jisung pleaded as tears came into his eyes.

"I'm the only one that knows the right way out. I promise we'll be right back to get you." Chenle said coming over and grabbing your shoulders strongly. "I swear." He said and all of a sudden you became ancy and distraught.

"The guards came back and they're not here? And I am? I'll be dead." You said becoming more erratic. Chenle slipped his own gun into your hands. "That would never happen. The exit is directly down the hall. As soon as we're out, I'll be 10 minutes tops." He said trying to stop your tears that were forming.

"Y/n. Please." Jeno called softly.

Your heart rate picked up and you felt a panic attack coming on very quickly. You grabbed your face to stop the heat rushing to your face. You started babbling and rambling, becoming more louder as your ears clogged naturally.

"Y/n you have to be quiet." Chenle tried shushing you as the two boys were still trapped in their seats. Chenle was looking for something to shush you but was left high and dry.

"They're going to come if she gets any louder." Jisung rocked back and forth in his seat. "Stop doing that." Chenle said holding his hand out to his friend who was about to breakdown himself.

The boys understood why you were getting so worked up. They were asking you to be a sitting duck for a while, not even being allowed to move out of the position for fear of death by explosion.

Your levels of loudness were consistently rising in the small concrete room. "I really thought this would happen another way." Chenle sighed but threw his lips on yours. It was dead silent as Jeno and Jisung sat stunned at the methods Chenle used.

When he backed off you were still silent. Silent tears were what you were diminished to. "10 minutes. I promise." He hugged you tightly and he felt your nods of approval against his shoulder. "Don't let me die here." You whispered and he could only hold you tighter if that was possible.

"We have to go." Chenle said and went back to finally untie Jeno and Jisung. Jeno got up smoothly but Jisung sat frozen. "Y/n. Start scooting onto the seat as he starts scooting off. The weight transfer will hold constant that way." Jeno said and Jisung began to slowly scoot off of the wooden chair. You slowly took his position and the next everyone knew, you were trapped in the seat.

Chenle put one of his guns in your lap and kissed you one last time. "I'll be back soon. I promise." He said. You watched as they walked out of the room, never looking back.

The door was left wide open and you sat there in plain sight. The only thing you heard was the shakiness in your breath. "Almost to the car." Was all you heard over your earpiece after what felt like forever.

You couldn't respond out of fear of being heard by someone fom the other side.

The silence became deafening. "Are you coming back?' you asked into the mic but it was met by silence. The tears began to fall faster as the same erratic heartbeat took place in your chest again.

Footsteps were heard coming back down the hall at a rapid yet quiet pace.

"lele?"

(omg I could never imagine real chenle doing this but I had to do it for the angst)

Jisung

Both of you lived out the puppy love stage for all of the relationship.

"Please just leave." Jisung groaned as he followed Jeno and Jaemin around the apartment. "Why? We've met her before. It's not like we'll be scaring her off." Jaemin said as he took a bite of his sandwich. "I know but I get out when your partners come over. Why can't you do the same for me?" Jisung asked as he sat down grumpily at the counter. "Because we're not ready to be uncles yet." Jeno reasoned and the two older boys laughed.

"You two are so gross." Jisung whined. "And we're not even..." The two boys stared intently at Jisung. "None of your business. Why can't you just leave for like a couple hours." Jisung spun around in the chair.

"Here. We'll make you a deal." Jaemin said as he threw his sandwich onto his plate. He took a moment of thinking and came up with a good negotiation. "You wash both of our cars. Inside and out." Jaemin said and Jisung was on the edge of his seat. "We'll leave for a couple hours and let you guys do...whatever you guys do." Jaemin finished with an eye roll. "Deal." Jisung said and automatically began to gather his hyungs stuff.

"New movies are showing. They look really cool. You should also get some dinner." Jisung said shoving each of their wallets in their hands. "Now leave." He said looking at both of them seriously.

The older boys groaned but obeyed the wishes of their younger brother. "If Mark calls and says he hears ONE moan-" "Yeah yeah yeah. Ew." Jisung said as he swatted them out of the door. "Oh, hi, y/n!" Jeno greeted cheerfully as he opened the front door. Jaemin gave a sincere smile. "Jisung is kicking us out for the night to have fun with you. Please do not do the diddly-do on any shared furni-" "YAH! LEAVE!" Jisung yelled once he saw your face fall and all color drain.

The two boys left with laughs as Jisung pulled you into the apartment.

"Please ignore them." He laughed and you waved him off. "It's fine. Really." You laughed.

~~

The whole date was cuddling on the couch and just being with each other which was actually really cute.

Jisung went to lay on the floor and you followed suit to bug him. You lifted his legs and began to balance on them. "Airplane." You laughed as his own laughs made it hard for him to hold you up.

Next thing you know, you fell directly into your guys' first kiss. What went from a laughing moment turned into a serious one.

His arms wrapped around you comfortably.

The presence of a shocked Jeno and Jaemin went unnoticed.

"I mean at least they're not on the couch." Jaemin said causing his friend to laugh and the two of you to push off eachother in a blushy and heated mess.

"You could've knocked." Jisung said as you began to get up and straighten yourself out. "For our own apartment?" Jeno asked as Jae was in the kitchen once again.

"I should be going." You smiled sweetly and bowed to Jeno and smiled at Jisung who waved quickly from where he sat on the ground.

You put on your shoes and left quickly.

Jae came back with a sandwich in hand to join the silent tension. "First kiss?" He asked with a mouth full of bread.

Jisung shyly nodded and the two olders looked at eachother.

"Figures." Jeno said walking off.

(ugh he'd be such a comfy boyfriend. prove me wrong)

[specsforwoo]

Son of Bia | Demigod!Nakamoto Yuta

Parent Deity: Bia (Goddess of Power, Anger, and Raw Energy)

Allegiance: Zeus

“My power is no fucking illusion.”

Easily Yuta’s favorite quote

He has been in and out of different martial arts programs since he was able to stand

Everything from Judo to Aikido

He’s done it

Right now he is currently working on boxing because he got to see Daigo Higa live (at one of his KOs) and he instantly fell in love with the art

So Yuta is one of the few kids to have known that he was a demigod since he was really young

The only others are Jaemin and Jisung

His dad was a martial artist and he had grown up in and out of gyms since he was 3 years old

And his mom was actually around until he was about 15

So from about 5 years old on, he was aware that he had a goddess as a mother

His parents never tried to hide it from him

But he wasn’t claimed until he was 15

It’s a long story

To shorten it up

His mother was forced to return to Olympus to carry out orders given by Zeus

But like a week later he had this huge aikido competition

And boy was just in a slump

Like he almost got KO’ed with a kick to the head

Which NEVER happens

It hurt his pride

As a martial artist and as his mother’s son

His father was with him, telling him his mother was looking down and cheering him on

But Yuta just couldn’t feel it

But this warmth of home just surrounded him

And in the metal of the locker door, he caught sight of a shimmering chain and feather above his head

His father gave him a huge smile

And he could feel his mother with him again

That last match of the day was the best he has ever performed

So

Yes, he has been aware of his godly heritage for a long time

But he had never been to camp before

But once you are claimed your scent becomes like 20x stronger

So at the age of 19 his parents decided to send him to the camp for the summer

Yuta was realllllyyyyy against this

His whole argument was

I’ve known who I was for so long, why the hell are you making me go to some group therapy session 14 years later.

His mind changed the 3rd day at camp

Okay the first day he was just in a pissy mood and almost punched the Camp Medic but that almost got him into a brawl with some son of Zelus, who just happened to be his cousin

The second day he was still in a pissy mood but now he also had a black eye so he was even more grouchy

But the third day was life changing

Some Ares kid who was like 12 years old ran up to him and begged him to come join him and his cabin in the training rink

And Yuta followed because, an octagon? Hell yes

The Ares camp leader agreed to work on some aikido moves with the kids and Yuta agreed to be his opponent

He suddenly remembered why he loved martial arts

And why he loved his parents

So soon he made up with Sicheng and actually became really close to that Zelus kid, Xuxi

And after that he was considered the best fighter in camp

He had led a few missions, once accompanied by Xuxi’s girlfriend and they almost got into another brawl but it’s cool. Xuxi is just overprotective

He was also co-captain for the Ares house during competitions

So after his 4th year back at camp

This time he started up a makeshift boxing gym in the training facility and was helping some of the more academically inclined demigods train

And by academically inclined he means nerds but Taeyong yelled at him for that so

You just happened to be one of those academically inclined individuals

But you weren’t horrible in the athletic department either

As a daughter of Hermes you were quite mischievous

Which meant you needed to know how to get out of tight situations fast

So your stamina was incredible

But as for strength

You were screwed if you had to put up a fight for some reason

So you decided to seek help in Yuta

The lessons that the camp allowed him to teach weren’t as rigorous as he would like to be

But at the same time he was so amazed at how many people were actually interested in the sport that he loved so much

So you were basically the quiet girl in the back of the room unless one of your friends was in the class with you

Then you became the life of the party

But Yuta honestly wanted to see you be the life of the party all the time

Like you made classes so much more brighter

And he was learning that with a little bit more practice you could have quite the heavy hand on you

To say you didn’t admire Yuta would be a lie

A HUGE lie

As Jisung (a young camper you had taken under your wing) would say it

“You are so whipped.”

Like whipped to the point that

You would go to the gym more often to workout and watch him work out

Stop your half-siblings from pulling dangerous pranks on the Bia cabin

Work with Sicheng and Xuxi more, along with Jaehyun

And Yuta was doing the exact same thing

Silently moving closer to you in the gym while he was working out

Hanging out with the Hermes kids more in attempts to pull pranks on other houses

Hanging out in the med center and courtyard more often

Honestly Sicheng was at another screaming point that if the two of you didn’t kiss soon he was going to force it.

Thankfully Jaehyun already had that under control

Today was one of your off days from helping Sicheng in the Med Center but you were also really close with his girlfriend so you offered to help while you were waiting for her to finish up

Yuta on the other hand was outside the camp in a taekwondo tournament with Jaehyun for ‘moral support’ (someone to help his beat ass home)

He won but he had multiple lacerations on his face and what appeared to be a dislocated shoulder

Hobbling in with the help of Jaehyun was no surprise to Sicheng or his girlfriend, who both just put down whatever they were doing and Sicheng gliding across the floor on his wheely chair (Sicheng loves his wheely chair) while she just went to work gathering saline solution, gauze and other things

But for you

This was a BIG surprise

Sure you were used to seeing Yuta with the constant bandage on his jaw and gauze around his ankle or wrist

But this was the first time that you had seen what had come before the clean up

It was actually something Yuta tried to hide from you

He didn’t want to make you feel like he led a violent life, it was just that as the type of athlete he was, he just had to roll with the punches… and kicks… and slams

And you were just there standing in the middle of the Med Center with your jaw tight to stop from tears welling while Sicheng and everyone else acted like this was a normal day’s occurrence

You were also used to seeing the constant smirk or resting bitch face plastered across his stoic features

But he was wincing every time his shoulder moved and looked ready to yell at Sicheng for pouring Saline into a cut

Yet when he looked up at you

He gave a small smile

Something about that brought you back to reality

You rushed over and began examining his shoulder, and relocated after making sure his collarbone wasn’t broken or anything

After Sicheng finished he called his girlfriend over and they walked out with Jaehyun following close behind

You weren’t supposed to see that.

The statement caught you off guard.

Why?

I don’t want you to see the pain I deal with and to think I live a violent life because of it.

His head dropped just low enough for his overgrown bangs to hide the expression melting onto his features

I don’t think you live a violent life.

You don’t?

I think you live your life to the fullest, I think you go after what your heart desires, I think you want to push your mind and body to their very limits. I don’t think that’s violent.

For some reason after that conversion you two just knew that you were together

It was very unspoken but it was there

He still hated you show you his wounds

But he begged you to show him yours

He still acted shy in the gym

But smiled a million times brighter when you were in the ring with him

He lived for the moments of adrenaline rush inside an octagon

But prayed for the moments he stepped out the ring and into your arms

He was still the same old Yuta

He was still constantly fighting

He was still constantly on missions

He was still everything that you fell in love with

But there was something different

He wanted to show you off to everyone

He made you meet his parents (mortal and deity – at the same dinner table)

He wanted to talk about apartments and universities

He was in for the long haul

Like one night you had snuck into the Bia cabin since Hermes had just gotten 3 new campers who couldn’t sleep

And you were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, legs tangled together just talking

He was in his oversized white t-shirt and cookie monster pajama shorts

You were in a jacket of his and leggings

And it felt right to him

Gods he would never admit it to anyone else

But he found the piece of him that was missing when his mother had to leave

He just blurted it out

25379 Songjam-ro gil, Seongbuk-dong, Seoul

What?

It’s an apartment, it’s really nice, really close to camp, close to campus, big enough, I placed first year’s rent yesterday.

OH MY GODS YUTA DO YOU EVEN HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY?

I’ve been saving for a while.

What are you even going to do with it?

I got it for the both of us. We’ve been talking about moving in together and I don’t see why we can’t now. I really want this.

He seemed so excited telling you about it

How could you say no?

Everyone gets together for a small house warming party and it’s a disaster

Sicheng is drunk screaming about how it fucking took long enough

Mark is crying in the corner because his hyung is leaving him

Taeyong his about to pull his hair out

Doyoung is force feeding Jaehyun wine???

Taeil is trying to make Mark stop crying

Johnny and Ten are dancing on your new couch

But Yuta and you are in your own world

And everything just feels right…

[blizzardfluffykpop]

M&M’s

Summary: Need a tutor? Well, you’ve come to the right school, we have just the one for you. And he’s attractive too. 

Do or Not Series

Fluff 

Word Count: 2,346

Hongseok X Reader

Of all my time at school, I never thought I would need tutoring. I was an A+ student when I started failing my classes. My grades were in the trash, and I had no idea how to improve or even raise them. How do you even study? Why is college structured like this? UGH! So now here I am sitting in the Dean’s office listening to them preach about how I need to learn from this person to pass. That they won’t hold it against me if I pass because of this tutor. All I have to do is pass the exams, and if I pass. I will move up to the Sophomore year. How am I supposed to pass a class that I’m not participating? And who is this person they are setting me up with? As if to answer my question, they say, “He should be here any moment.” 

Like on queue, the door opens to reveal a rather attractive guy. They expect me to be able to study next to him? Oh god, I am so screwed, even worse than I was before. Okay, (Y/n), put your game face on and act like he does not affect you. “This is your tutor, Hongseok, and Hongseok this is (Y/n). I think you two will do well together.” We exchange a polite ‘hello’. Then the Dean tells him what the expectations are for the both of us. And I cannot help but feel my anxiety spike at each time he mentions ‘study’, ‘quiz’, and ‘pass’. What happened to cruising through school? Why is it no longer easy to pass? What did I miss when I was younger?

I was missing the old school structure. That I was memorizing what they said to forget it later. Because back then, as long as I knew the basics, I could pass. It wasn't like those classes were hard either. They repeated the same things over and over. So it was easy to remember, Hongseok had explained to me at our first meeting in the library. He wanted to know why I was failing and what made me remember best. I shrugged and said, 'probably repetition and listening' I wasn't sure, but that was the best guess I had. I never thought of ways to study because I never needed to beforehand. He grinned, “I know you wouldn’t believe it, but my first year here, I didn’t study. I didn’t know how or what worked for me or how I even learned. It took me to the last semester to realize what it was. Once it clicked, it was too late, and I barely passed my exams. To make up for me failing everything else, they asked me to tutor someone.” While I couldn’t believe my ears, something in my gut told me he wasn’t lying. Thus I decided that he was my best bet to make it into my sophomore year. 

The following Wednesday, we are stuck inside the library again. When we get settled in our seats, he pulls out two packages of m&m’s. “What are those for?” I ask, and he shrugs and says, “You’ll see.” I pull out my books, a pencil, and a notebook. I’m worried he will look down on me for not having any past homework or past tests. But I threw them all out in exhaustion and frustration. I couldn’t deal with that massive amount of failure. But rather than saying anything, he pulls out some flashcards and a calculator. “Let’s start with math.” 

Every time I got a question right, he gave me an m&m. My stomach growled at me every time I would get something wrong and lose out on an m&m. Not that I couldn’t reach in and get one, but the m&m's are rewards for whenever I get something right. Plus, he would give me his charming smile every time I got something correct, so I strived to get them correct. 

It wasn’t until we finished math and science and we were walking out together. That I noticed, he was catering to the way I learned. Repeating steps with me or asking me the questions out loud and going through the steps with me. Whether it be an example or how to fix my mistakes, my heart skips a beat as he asks to walk me home. 

"So, do you like university other than this?" I shrug, "It could be better, but generally I like it. Everyone I met is kind, like my roommates Changgu and Yanan. Like you're kind and sweet, I wanna thank you for helping me out." He grins, "You're helping me out too. I don't think either of us wishes to repeat Freshman year." I laugh and agree, "What about you? Do you like it here?" He shrugs, "It's okay. I don't have a roommate, but I have quite a few friends. So it helps, plus once you know how to study, it makes it so much easier." I laugh, "Yeah,... if I ever get to that point." When we reach my dormitory I tell him, "This is my stop." As I head inside, he yells, “I’ll see you this Sunday for History and [Subject].” I yell back my agreement and walk up the stairs to my room. I thought this would drag and not want to show up. But he makes me look forward to studying with him. Throwing my finished m&m bag away, I walk to my dorm with a proud smile on my face. 

Like clockwork every Wednesday and Sunday, I spend the whole afternoon studying. And he would ask me to study for little quizzes that he would give me on Thursdays. They are over everything we have ever been over together. With each test I passed, my confidence grew, and so did my feelings. 

Out of all the days that I spend with him, Thursdays have to be the hardest. With each test, I take the harder they become. I feel like my soul almost leaves my body every time he grades them. How his face turns up in cute ways, trying to figure out my process. Or when I get something right, he sends me a beautiful smile or his pout when I miss a question. His faces make my heart flutter while my stomach wants to throw up from fear of failure. Between the two, I can never seem to stomach Thursdays. 

While I have learned my study pattern, I still have to pass this course with him or I fail. While I’m taking a quiz, three Thursdays before my exam, he tells me. “I can already tell you that you are going to succeed with flying colors. So if you fail this quiz, take it with a grain of salt. You have to fail sometimes to succeed.” The first page was easy I knew all the answers without a problem. I rushed through them, and the next page was a little harder. When I got to the eighth page, I was starting to question whether I was studying. What does the eighth number of pi have anything to do with this course? I wish to cry as I take my best guess, which is all I can do when I reach the tenth page. I sigh in relief, it’s the last page it can’t be that hard, can it? Oh, yes, yes it can. “If you take the 4th number of the last answer. [Which I am positive I did not get right, considering that I only gave a two-digit answer to the last question]. Exponentially expand it by twenty-two. What is the number you get?” And that is the first part of the ten parted question. My brain craves a nap and a family-size bag of m&m’s. 

By the time I finish the last page, I am running on one brain cell. That is running around, throwing all the files in my brain into a shredder, and giving up. How did I not know a single answer after the third page? His face is in a pout after the second page, and my heart breaks. I don’t want him to disappoint him. I should study harder to make him proud of me. I groan internally, this is going worse than I expected. “Out of thirty questions, you got seven right!” He says in a cheery tone, and my heart falls out of my body, and my soul has ascended. 

“Remember what I said when you started taking the test?” I rack my brain for answers and find nothing. I shake my head 'no', and he pouts, “Aw,... Well, I said take it with a grain of salt. Maybe some quizzes are made impossible.” My jaw drops, “You did that on purpose--!” He shrugs, “Did I?” He makes me rethink what I said, and I pout and cross my arms over my chest. He hands me a pack of m&m’s, “Maybe study harder.” He winks, and I push him to the side when we get up to leave the building. “You know you passed the hardest question on the quiz, right?” My eyes nearly pop out of my head, “What?” He grins, “None of your work made sense, but in the end, you answered four on the last question, and that was the right answer.” I smile, “Sometimes taking your best guess works. Also, four happens to be the professor's favorite number, so if you aren’t sure, guess that.” My jaw drops open again as he ruffles my hair, “You did pretty well, (Y/n).” I brighten at his words and hug him. “I promise to study hard! Two more quizzes before the final test!” He laughs and hugs me back telling me, “You got this!” 

--

It wasn’t until the last study session that I realized how much I would miss Hongseok’s presence. It hit me like a ton of bricks, and when I got to my room, I was bawling. I wanted to see him more. I wanted to be around him and get to know him more. It took me a few moments, but I realized I fell for my tutor. How could I not? When I had a tutor like Hongseok,... Based on all calculations, I have a crush on him. I wonder if he likes me back, but there is only one way to know. Do I have enough courage for that? I’m not sure. I sigh and wipe my tears, saving them for a less important day. I need to study and pass these four exams. 

--

I spend hours studying for tomorrow, although I know my study method. It did not make studying any less boring. I missed Hongseok, who would crack a joke or grab us a snack. He made this so much easier studying five hours with him felt like two. Ugh, now five hours of studying feels like fifteen. At the sixth hour, I call it a day and pull the covers over my head, and dream of failing the exams. 

When my alarm clock finally rings, I’m happy to be up and away from those horrid dreams. With a brave face, I get ready for my exam day. I check my phone and see it’s Hongseok. He texted me, “Good luck on your exams! Fighting! You got this!” I smile and text him back, ‘thank you'. I got this, I keep reiterating to myself, but I can’t help but hear the doubtful voice in the back of my head. I am taking all my exams in one instance. So that means five hours of taking four different tests. While I know all the study sessions were preparing me for this moment, I want it to be over and done with already. 

--

Of course, none of the tests were easy they each pulled at my wit's end. I sit there for another thirty minutes waiting for them to grade my tests. Preparing myself for the worst news, I think about Hongseok’s encouragement. If he thinks I’ll pass, maybe he’s right. If it wasn’t just my grades on the line, I wouldn’t care as much. But when it comes to Hongseok, my heart is grasping at the hope that I made it above passing.

The professor looks up at me as I turn a page in my book. I set it down with a bookmark. They smile at me, “Your lowest is an 87,” I gulp, no way, “Your highest is a 99.” My brain is no longer processing words as I rush out of my seat to see my results. “Congratulations, (Y/n). You passed with flying colors.” I smile and shake their hand, thanking them, and skip out of the building. I passed. I really passed! Is this real? I'm not dreaming again, right? I pinch myself and let out a small ‘ouch’ definitely real. I skip out of the building and see someone wearing a blue sweatshirt sitting on the fountain. As I come up closer, I recognize them as Hongseok. I run up to him and hug him. He whispers, “Did you pass?” And I shake my head 'yes'. He runs his hands through my hair, “I knew you would! I’m so proud of you.” Hearing him say that my heart pounds, “Um, Hongseok,...” I pull away from him a bit, my arms still wrapped around him. He nods for me to continue, “Would you maybe,... possibly want to go on a date with me?” He smiles, “I was gonna ask you that!” We both laugh as he hands me a family-size pack of m&m's for us to share. We head over to my dorm, and that is the start of our new beginning. 

While we still study together, you can find us lying on the floor while watching the tv and throwing m&m's at each other. Making different kinds of foods together, making an even bigger mess in the kitchen. So yeah, if given the opportunity, I would fail my classes all over again. If it meant I got to meet Hongseok.

[obeymeluv]

Diavolo as a Dad

I just want to take a sec and thank everyone for the attention this blog gets. I’m always surprised at how many notes and reblogs there are. Seriously! I have, like, 16 posts and somehow I have 400 followers?! It’s really nice (つ´∀｀)つ

I like it best when there’s comments. It makes me happy ＼(^o^)／

I saw a comment on “The Bros as Dads” post asking for Diavolo as a dad, so here you go. I tried to tag you, but your handle didn’t come up :/

Hopefully you guys like this. I feel like Diavolo’s character is very vague.

This kind of turned into general Diavolo headcanons + Diavolo as a Dad. My b.

 General Diavolo Headcanons:

I headcanon that demons have a natural attraction to humans not only because of whatever energy they could provide, but because there’s something innate that makes them want humans. Maybe like an ancient call to their corruptibility or something. Or simply a predator coaxing prey into the den.

Diavolo is especially susceptible to this because he’s the prince. The higher up in the demon hierarchy you are, the more you want humans for their spirit, purity, the soul contract, and just some kind of satisfaction only they can give

There’s probably a forbidden fruit element to it, too. Demons were harassed by humans and angels alike to leave them be, and that just made them more attractive 

He genuinely wanted to befriend humans and knock down some old walls and superstitions, so he made the exchange program. A lot of times the sheer excitement of making it happen is enough to take the edge off his demon side. Ignore the whispers saying the little human would be such a treat, like a little lamb in the palm of his hand...

Diavolo’s a pretty outgoing and friendly guy who’s been trapped in a castle of propriety and demands. This human is also his chance at escape, to learn more than books could ever teach him.

At first he’s worried about seducing them (like the old call demands) but when he realizes the human has a crush on him without that influence, he’s stoked.

Pure and perfect, right? THE example of what his program was trying to achieve!

The dates start off innocent and cute--studying and tea in the castle, a small brunch here and there. Diavolo has skipped out on several duties because he simply must treat you to Devildom cuisine! If he didn’t, they wouldn’t get the full experience now, would they?

Barbatos has had to hunt down Lord Diavolo more than he cared for. If you end up convincing Diavolo back to the castle, he respects you. He appreciates the extra babysitter.

You bring a joy to Diavolo’s lavish monotony and he wants the Devildom and human world to know he’s serious about forging better bonds, so he asks if you want to make a pact.

That’s what he says, but it’s so much more than that. Diavolo couldn’t put it all into words and you probably don’t have the lifespan it would take for him to explain (if he could).

At most, there’s something warm and giddy and pulsing in him at the thought of being so close with you. Two souls sharing a bond. Being looked at with such love and adoration...

His pact mark is large and elaborate, and he takes great joy in hiding it from the Devildom, relishing the rare mornings where he helps you dress. He doesn’t regret bonding with you, but he doesn’t want to draw unsavory attention. 

Diavolo as a Dad (when you’re pregnant) :

You realize you’re pregnant before Barbatos and Diavolo do, neither one of them very familiar with how humans carry the pregnancy or change throughout.

There’s subtle signs about how your skin is changing, the way your hair looks, and how you smell different. It’s firing off in Diavolo’s brain, tickling at the edge of it, but he can’t figure out what it is.

Barbatos consulted Solomon and got extra suspicious. When you realize he’s starting to put it together, you do the reveal.

You write a note and draw a picture of the pregnancy test, mixing it up in the papers he has to review. Then, just to be extra cute, you busy yourself about the castle to “give him private time”.

Diavolo is handling his paperwork, per usual (it’s almost automatic). The unofficial form catches his eyes since it’s more a note than anything. He reads it and suddenly the WHOLE CASTLE is up in arms with joy.

Doesn’t matter what room you’re in, you heard him. That big, joyful laugh that works his whole chest.

The Little D’s of the castle are skittering around and whooshing through walls to help him find you. You can hear him flying around and calling for you, and it’s like the times you’ve played hide and seek.

The second Diavolo finds you, he crushes you to him and smothers you with kisses. His eyes sparkle as he snuggles you, big purr rolling through his chest. He’s asking a million questions about human children

The two of you take classes together. He studies up on humans and you learn about how to care for demon babies.

Barbatos cries inside at the thought of baby-proofing the castle. He gets the bright idea to hire a bunch of moms and they do sweeps of the castle, tidying up and making lists of what needs to be put away or added to make it safe

You’re given a special brew (exclusive to the royal family) and drink it daily. It fortifies your body to deliver the child and gives the baby its royal heritage (basically makes sure Diavolo’s genes and the demon side comes out a bit stronger).

Even though it tastes good and something in it makes you want to drink it, you’re sick of it by the second month. Barbatos and Diavolo continue to insist that you do. The child should be at least half-demon and will need to be recognized as next-of-kin for ruling.

Diavolo would love to take you out to socialize and attend public classes, but he’s busy and you’re in a delicate state. The royal physicians say the brew does a lot internally so it’s best not to stress you too much (If he’d done The King’s Brew ritual before you were pregnant, the baby would’ve been 3/4th demon and you wouldn’t have so many restrictions. Who knew?)

There’s a lot of private dates around the royal gardens and any beautiful sight he can give you. If you want company, he invites people to you. You want exquisite food? Barbatos can cook, but if you don’t want his cooking then Diavolo can have it delivered. The castle is spacious enough for you to get your daily exercise with simple walks. 

He adores seeing you in the royal colors and is constantly sharing visions of diaphanous gowns and anything that can make you comfortable to the designers. Always gushes when he sees you in something new.

Being an old-fashioned demon prince, he does a series of small oil paintings instead of maternity photos. When you explain that maternity photos are more of a human thing, he books a session so the child can see both (the oil paintings are tasteful and appropriate for the castle but they all end up in his study).

Is totally on board with helping you dress (or laying in bed with your huge baby bump when clothes seem a bit hard for the next 5-10 minutes), and taking long, relaxing baths.

Takes his paperwork to bed so he can watch you sleep. You might snore, and the bed is almost comically huge, but you look so relaxed that Diavolo swears you lied to him about being purely human

His favorite thing to do is rub ointments and tinctures on your belly to help your skin. Loves to give you shoulder kisses while he does.

When he finds out you’re having a boy, he commissions tiny matching outfits. He doesn’t know if he wants to gush over the details or cry (”Barbatos, how inconceivably tiny! Isn’t it amusing?”)

Diavolo as a Dad (for real) :

Has to be given very explicit instructions about age-appropriate play because the minute the kid is crawling Diavolo’s going to want to play with him like a toddler.

Lets him teethe on old antique gold stuff that gives Mammon an aneurysm when he realizes what the kid’s doing (and how expensive the thing is in his hands).

Had a treasure chest-style bassinet comissioned because his kid is his treasure. One of the two--two and a half, with Barbatos--greatest treasures in his castle.

100% uses the kids to shirk his royal duties, but you and Barbatos keep him on a tight leash. Literally. He has a coupon allotment for the week (if you didn’t do the coupon thing he’d NEVER get any work done).

He LIVES for the skin-to-skin contact and is very disappointed when he has to put clothes back on for guests or meetings. He’s just doing what’s best for his son, okay?

That child is going to be spoiled AF. Always wanting to be held or next to his papa.

Diavolo isn’t allowed to do the chest carrier because he gets so excited about stuff he might sling the kid around on accident (Barbatos banned it after he held the baby through some paperwork and spent half the time playing with his feet).

Can never get over how tiny his son is, or how he can hold him in one hand. Somehow works it into every conversation.

Will work his kid into every conversation. Has pictures to go along with it.

His official Devilgram is 80% his kid or you (or both), 5% Barbatos, 5% other people, and 10% bad shots he doesn’t know how to delete.

Almost all of his Devilgram videos were taken by Barbatos because Diavolo absolutely loses it when the baby speaks gibberish. He dies laughing and just can’t hold it together. The video is just shaky and blurry otherwise. 

You’d think every time he sees him is the first time because Diavolo is so smitten and amazed

The Little D’s of the castle are always giggling to themselves and racing to tell you that they caught Diavolo peppering kisses on his little baby forehead or fists.

He’s a really involved and happy dad. Childlike and joyful by nature, he’s super invested in his kid. Sometimes it’s like you have two, but Diavolo means well.

Decent at all reverse psychology ploys. Kid doesn’t want mommy’s affection? More for him! Kid’s not hungry? He’ll eat it, then (and the dessert that they totally can’t have now)!

Can’t really discipline. Feels too guilty. Threatens the child with Barbatos or you.

Is really surprised when the kid has a ‘mom day’ where it seems like he doesn’t exist but totally understands (”Your mom has that affect on me, too.”)

Hope you liked it :)