#yes the hoodie is cropped i don't own anything else

[boothyghost]

hey look what i just made

"if it's anything marble hornets related, i'm gonna be really mad-"

whoops

he's not like other girls

[whoreforall]

DECISIONS PT. FOUR

the next morning i wake up and tom is still holding me. i look up and see him peacefully sleeping. i sit up and slide my arm carefully off his torso, his arm slides down to my hip. his black braids are sprawled over the pillow. i smile as i take in his features. i look over to bills bed to see he isn't there. i furrow my brows before i hear the bathroom door open and out walks bill.

he looks at me and smirks. "cuddling as if i wouldn't see. you know i wake up early." he crosses his arms and looks down at tom. "can i awake my brother. we are leaving in abouttt..." he picks up his phone and checks the time. "an hour" he raises his brows, tossing the phone on the bed. "yeah yeah." i groan and smile after.

"so how did he go from the chair to you bed?" he cocks a brow and sits down putting his shoes on. "well he looked uncomfy." i tilted my head up as i spoke in a 'matter of fact' tone. "interesting, one moment he's a bitch, the next he's holding you while you sleep." he laughs. "shutup!" i laugh with him. i look over at tom again, smile remaining. "tommmm!" i say as i move towards his ear.

he opens his eyes and his brows quickly knit together. "goodmorning mr cuddle bear!" bill shouts. i watch time roll his eyes and giggle. "what." he groans, i feel him tug at my waist pulling me closer. his eyes start to close again. "you have to get up and get packed." i say. "yeah get your lazy ass up." bill says and shakes his leg. toms eyes open again and his hand raises from me to flip bill off.

"gasp. ok then. have fun in an hour when you have NO WAY BACK HOME!" bill says as he grabs his clothes and starts folding them and placing them in his suitcase. toms hand falls on his side and he sits up. he rubs his eye and looks at me. "how'd you sleep?" he tilts his head a bit. "i slept good. was your sleep also enjoyable?" i smirk. "yes very much." he chuckles and gets up. "i have to go pack but i'll be back." he leans over and kisses my cheek.

i say goodbye and he leaves mine and bills room. i get up and grab clothes from my suitcase. bill watches me grab baggy pj's, and a hoodie and shakes his head. "how can i look more luxurious then you?" he jokes. i look up at him as i zip up my suitcase. "because i do not get luxurious for long car rides. i prepare to sleep." i smile.

"yeah but you never wear anything luxurious! everrr!!! it kills me." he whines and leans his head back. "baggy jeans and a crop top is luxurious!" i defend myself in a dramatic tone. (clearly joking guys 😎 but that's fr my style 😭) "the nicest thing you own is sneakers." he rolls his eyes. "i have to give you an ENTIRE makeover one of these days." he shakes his head.

i laugh and walk to the bathroom to change. after i'm done i make sure i have everything and take the bedsheets and pillow cases off and put all the bed stuff in a pile. bill looks at me confused. "why do you always do that when we leave the hotel?" he asks as i make my way over to his bed. "because i'm trying to make the people who clean the rooms life a little easier." i shrug. "i don't know my mom and me would do it when we went on vacations."

bill laughs at me and goes to the bathroom to style his hair. once he comes out i walk up to him. "my favorite emo" i smile. "my favorite homeless person." he smiles back. we both laugh and i walk over to the bed putting my shoes on. while i'm doing so there's a knock on the door. i look up quickly. bill walks over to the door and asks who it is. "tom! who the fuck else?" he sounds offended.

bill opens the door. "never know." he looks at tom then to me and back to tom. tom raises his brows. "my bad... i wasn't thinking..." tom says walking in with his suitcase. i look down to my shoes and start tying them. i'm trying not to think about the previous night. i'm trying to focus on the positive right now. "alright the van is here!" bill says as i finish tying the other shoe. i stand up and grab my suitcase and we meet gustav and georg in the hallway.

when we get to the van there is two sets of backseats as per usual. the driver grabs our suitcases and i crawl into the way back seat like i always do but this time tom comes with me. he sits next to me and i look over to bill who just winks at me. they put the seat back up and gustav climbs in and georg follows.

bill talks to the driver for a minute before he gets in aswell. the door closes and the driver gets in, soon we started driving. the boys are talking except tom. i listen to the boys joke with each other and talk about the concert and their fans and whatnot. i feel toms hand go on my knee making me look over at him. he's looking at his hand but his eyes soon lock with mine. he leans toward me and whispers in my ear. "your so pretty you know that right?" i could hear the smile in his voice.

once he pulls away i mouth a thank you and smile at him. he leans his head against the seat, and it tilts down ward a bit and he looks down at his hand. slowly it moves up my thigh. i look down watching it inch closer to my heat. i quickly grab his hand, holding it tightly and look up at the boys to make sure they didn't see. they didn't, they are all too invested in their conversation.

i look at tom when i hear his chuckle. "it's not funny!" i whisper as my face heats up. "it's so funny" he whispers back with that same stupid smirk on his face. "didn't you hate me yesterday? and the day before that. and the day before that and the-" he cuts me off with a more serious look on his face. "you thought i hated you?" he furrows his brows. "i didn't hate you. i just never knew what to say to you." he whispers all this and checks to make sure they aren't listening.

"then why were you so mean before?" i asked genuinely. he pauses and looks down. he interlocks our fingers and looks back up at me. "you made me nervous. i would just blurt out anything to get out of a conversation with you. and i don't know how you feel about me but, i do know there must be something more that you feel if you kissed me back..." he says quietly. as he said all this he looked deep into my eyes.

i didn't say anything just yet... but i had a cocky smirk take over my face. "i made you nervous." i said proudly. toms shakes his head and chuckles. "shut up." he responds. "i like you tom, i have for a while now." i lean my head against his and look down at our hands. "then we are on the same page." he says and presses his lips against mine. we pull away and he looks me up and down.

after about an hour in the van i started getting tired. we were just blasting music and singing along. so of course i'm tired. since i'm conveniently not buckled i get an idea in my head. i lay down on my side resting my head in toms lap. i feel him jump a bit and smile. he leans over me and i see his face in my view. i giggle and he starts to speak. "you better hope i don't get too excited" he jokes and kisses my cheek. "goodnight" i whisper and he leans back against his seat. "goodnight y/n" he says before he puts his hand on my arm.

***

i'm awaken by tom shaking me. "wakey wakey" he says. i open my eyes and look up at him. "we are here." he says and i stretch before sitting up. i look and see no one's in the car. i look back at tom with furrowed brows. "where is everyone?" i question. "we actually got here like 20 minutes ago. but you were sleeping so i thought 'fuck it' and let you sleep a little longer. i smile and look out the window and see we are at toms house. "my moms gonna blow up my phone asking where i am." i laugh.

"wait why did you bring me to your house instead of mine?" i look at him. "because" he shrugs. "i want you to stay the night." he says before crawling out of the back and opening the door. once he's out i follow and close the door behind me. i stretch my arms and legs quickly and observe toms house. i smile to myself.

[axailslink]

You gone let her wear that?

With all of the characters I write for starting with...

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Riri watches as you look in the mirror at your fit it's the tiniest clothes you own your crop is tight against your breasts and your jeans are tighter hugging your ass perfectly. Your crop is cut off right below the tiddies you can't reach up or you're giving the whole world a full view of the goodies. One of Riri's friends notices this and mumbles "so you just gone let her wear that?" Riri looks over at you and shrugs "I'm five foot one and she could rock my shit real smooth so yeah she got all the free range plus I'm not her daddy" "our neighbors would beg to differ" you mumble but Riri catches your words and smiles to herself.

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Not many people are aware of your relationship with Rosalie but your brother is very aware and always finds something to comment on. Today's topic is that your dress is too showy. "Rose, how can you let your woman just walk around showing everything? Her legs and bosom are just in plain view what if some man decides to just snatch her up?" Rosalie looks up from her book and places her pen inside it before answering. "As you said, MY woman. She's my woman so I needn't worry about some man who could barely afford the shoes she has on her feet." You smile to yourself as your brother glances at your heels. "No other man nor woman could afford her likes and needs. I won't have that problem. However, you should check on your woman." Damn you can't help but smile to yourself that woman just gets so much finer when she speaks.

Jamie Harrison x poc FEM reader

You pull on your tiny shorts and kiss Jamie she smiles at you and shakes her head "damn you're really something." Leanne watches you both with pure disgust written all over her face "she's dressed like a slut and she's going to leave like that...you're going to let her leave like that?" Jamie nods "yes she can dress however she wants I'm no fucking cop I'm not going to hell her what she can and can't wear." Jamie rolls her eyes and plants a soft kiss on your cheek "like what the fuck?"

Vivienne Scott (Scotty) x poc FEM reader

Scotty gets dressed for work as you get dressed too and she's watching as you keep pulling on clothes and then taking them off not satisfied with the finished product. Dean watches you both struggle to pick out your outfits for the day and he notices how your clothes are barely covering anything. "Goodness gracious Y/n do you own anything for the winter season? Scotty, she just walks around half clothes all the time?" Scotty slowly looks up from her dresser "I hadn't noticed but if that's what she wants to wear I have no problem with it... Now that you say that who else sees you every day?" Oh good Lord, you sigh "Scotty don't do that whole obsessed thing damn it Dean now she's going to be stalking every person that looks in my direction. Dean shrugs "she should be you're practically dressed in your underwear." You pull on a hoodie and grab Scotty by her face "don't worry you have nothing to be upset about ignore Dean he's being a dick because he can't get no dick."

Shuri Udaku x poc FEM reader

Everyone's quick to take notice of your clothing but only one person speaks about your clothing. Okoye gently nudges Shuri "princess are you aware of what your partner is wearing?" Shuri nods as she recharges her gauntlets with more vibranium "yes my girlfriend is wearing a skirt that's a bit above mid-thigh and her shirt is skin tight." Okoye blinks expecting her to say more but she doesn't because she doesn't feel the need to. Okoye gawks at your clothing "so you're going to let her leave like that?" Shuri looks up at Okoye "yes I'll never tell her what she can and can't do she'll try to fight me. Even though I'd surely win I don't want to test how much she cares about my life when it comes to her clothing choice."

A/n: I like doing little bunched fics like this

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[miasfoxxden]

I tried to quit when you went to shit, when you proved to the world that you only cared about yourselves and not the people who needed you most. But here I am coming back for more like a god damn junkie. I kinda hate this, not gonna lie, but there's really nothing else like VRchat.

VRchat is a weird and amazing thing when you're queer. The aging 2019 Unity Engine LTS build it uses, although held together by duct tape and super glue, provides near infinite capabilities for self expression to those who have the time and patience to understand how to use it's SDK toolkit alongside other community tools like various Blender Plugins. It goes without saying, for those such as myself who have struggled with their own identity for a long time, this shit will crack eggs. And it shattered what remained of mine in the beginning of 2020. This is why this badly written and mismanaged clusterfuck of a Unity game holds a special place in my heart.

To make a very fucking long story short, I've been on VRchat since basically the beginning. My earliest memories of VRC were in late 2017, early 2018 where everything was far more raw, simple, and experimental. VRchat itself was a blank canvas, and on that canvas was a tight knit community that spawned an iconic culture all to its own. And yes, before anyone asks I do know de wae. But for those early years, mainly because of my lack of budget and stable income, I was tied down to just keyboard and mouse controls from a desktop PC. It's a sub ideal way to play VRC but you make do with what you have in that kind of situation and make the best of it. So when I had the means to get my own headset in the beginning of 2020, an Oculus Rift S, you can bet your ass the first thing I loaded into was VRchat.

Before we continue, I need to introduce the concept of phantom touch or phantom sense. Phantom touch is a term that was originally for amputees who could feel their missing limbs when given certain stimuli, typically some form of mirror therapy or sometimes via ones prosthetics. Phantom senses in VR are along the same lines. For all intents and purposes, your avatar in VR is the same as your body to your brain. Now, not everyone gets this, and those who do get it in varying amounts in just different ways. I'm admittedly on the more extreme end of this, as far as my brain gives a shit my avatar is my body and that ends up causing some interesting sensations. Most importantly, it pretty much drives my own choice of avatar since a lot of options out there just don't feel right. Yeah an avatar may be super cute or super funny but with that level of immersion for someone like myself it becomes very apparent that a lot of things will give full on dysphoria. This isn't really limited to anything either, I've noped off of cute looking avatars for a variety of reasons, sometimes even just small things like clothing, hair style, body proportions, height, etc. On the flip side of that, the right avatar can relieve a lot of dysphoria for someone like me who does experience gender dysphoria regularly in their day to day lives. So what were my options then?

Wade through a lot of public avatars until you find something anywhere between just right to perfect. The world of public avatars available is almost limitless, as games driven by user generated content tend to be so there's plenty of options.

Make your own avatar, either from scratch or a prefab base. This is again where the limitlessness of the engine comes into play, where the only limitation is your own technical abilities with Unity SDK, and tools like Blender or Maya.

I got lucky and took option one. I found one that felt just right, a Tda based red haired fox girl in a cute hoodie, crop top, and jeans, and only needed a few minor tweaks. While there was a bit of a language barrier, the creator of this avatar and I got something worked out and the image above is the result. This is me. This was when what remained of my egg, so to speak, was completely fucking shattered into oblivion. This was where I realized that "Nah yeah I'm not fucking cis," after years of going back and forth and being on the fence about my own sense of self. Ultimately, VRchat ended up a coping mechanism for my dysphoria. I was free. I was me. I ended up parting ways with the guy who made the model posted above for reasons I won't get into. I was never given the source files to update the model to SDK3 so where it is now is where it will be forever until SDK2 gets dropped entirely. So, in mid 2021 when I found a prefab base that was relatively well support and easy to work with on booth.pm called Imeris, I jumped on that. I re-made me.

Maybe to a bit of an extreme, but whatever. Bouncy squishy boobs on my chest makes girly gender euphoria go brrrr in a way I can't get over. But this is how I stayed for about a year without any major changes save for some new outfits every now and then.

In August, 2022, VRchat implemented EasyAntiCheat into the game. The reasoning for it is all over the place and while I have some insider information as to why it's not been stated publicly and I don't feel like getting sued into oblivion. But regardless of their reasoning, no matter how much public backlash they got, no matter how many members of the community who relied on third party client mods for accessibility for various disabilities and basic usability and quality of life functions not present in the base game, they pushed the patch out live anyways. They pushed out a patch knowing it broke compatibility with some Oculus headsets and software, this even was noted in the patch notes. They didn't care about us. That much was clear.

I swore off VRchat then and there, but the reality is the other options all sucked. NeosVR had NFT integration which is something I despise on principle. ChilloutVR, while promising, still lacks a lot of the functionality for their dev tools that makes a lot of my shit work. It was on par with early VRchat SDK1 and SDK2 tools, which compared to SDK3 with Udon were beyond archaic. I tried to give that some love, but it's so far from ready to take the place of VRchat that I couldn't switch over. Maybe some day, though, CVR will be in a position where it's a suitable place to call my home in the metaverse.

So after dealing with VRC being broken for months on my machine, I finally figured out a workaround. Turns out my main issue where VRchat was crashing to desktop was because of some sandboxing options I had enabled way back when I was still running Windows 10. Disabling these settings fixed the crashing to desktop, but Oculus overlay still crashes any time the virtual desktops are used. This, however and unfortunately, is a documented issue because of how EAC works, and there's no real fix for it. In any case though, I can be me again. And while unfortunately a lot of my friends have left VRC entirely post EAC update, there's still enough to justify sticking around.

At the time of writing this, I'm a month out from hopefully receiving hormone replacement treatment and beginning my transition proper. It's a bit overdue, admittedly, but I know some day soon I'll feel comfortable in my own shell. For now, this will continue to be my escapism from the dysphoria that's plagued me for years.

Stay floofy~ 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈��️

[thicahgase7]

{21:46}

Tagging: @agust-june @pamebear @seunieshine @atinybang @aeoygi @jamiesenshi @griff-jin-dor004

Song: Me Necesita- CNCO & PRETTYMUCH

A/N: despite the gif and getting a lil handsy, nothing else happens so don't get ur hopes up😂 but I hope u guys enjoy☺ I had fun writing this

You quickly shot his best friend a text, letting him know that: yes, you got your boyfriend���s favorite food and yes, you guys were gonna hang out with him tomorrow. He had sent you a text earlier that your dedicated boyfriend hadn’t left the studio after group practice. You both contemplated on going together to drag his ass home but decided it was best for you to do it yourself.

So it wasn’t too surprising when you looked through the glass door, finding him swaying his hips into a quick-slow grind move before stopping, pausing the music to crouch down and hold his head in his hands. Your brows furrowed as you checked the time once more, he worked way too hard and you had a feeling that he hasn’t eaten anything since he’s been here.

“Aish!” You snapped your eyes back to see him kicking the air in frustration, staring at himself in the mirror wall for a second before resuming the song again and redoing the routine. You loved how determined he was but you really just wished the idiot would take a second to actually rest. With that thought, you opened the door, causing him to spin around in shock.

“Let me guess: you’ve been here since four, haven’t you?” He goes to stop the music, picking up his phone and throwing you a nervous smile when he sees the time.

“No-no…” Shaking your head, you strut over to where he is and place everything down, ignoring how he watches you in anticipation. You toss him a pointed look as you lean on the mirror wall, crossing your arms while he takes slow steps towards you.

“And have you eaten anything since then?” Again, he smiles shyly as he looks down, your feet facing each other with just a few inches apart. When he finally looks up, he’s grinning, probably to charm you out of being annoyed with him. But, yea, that’s not gonna work.

“Does a bag of chips count?” You sigh, hanging your head because, your boyfriend is such a dummy and you sometimes wonder how he functioned before you came along.

“Haaaa...... alright well, I brought food for us and we’re gonna eat now before it gets cold.” He sticks his lip out in a pout, his hands reaching out to rest of your forearms while he slouches a bit.

“No, but babeeee,” he whines, “let me work on my dance for a bit more? I almost have it!” He pulls back and claps his hands together, shooting you the sad puppy look. He knew it was your weakness and you could feel yourself rethink your decision. You mean, it would only be a few minutes, right? Wait, no, he needs to eat! You shake your head, turning around to avoid looking at his face anymore before you could change your mind.

“No, you haven’t eaten anything since you practiced with the others. That was five hours ago!” He groans, suddenly feeling his hands on your waist as he pulls you into him. He rests his head on your shoulder while you quickly glance at the mirror, seeing him pout at you.

“Fineeee, but I still wanna practice for a bit. Please?” Leaning into his body more while thinking... oo this stupid man. Suddenly, you think of an idea and grin, turning around to face him.

“Okay, I guess you don’t mind me going ahead to eat then? Practice as much as you want.” He doesn’t even try to hide his joy, picking you up and twirling you both around, giving you a quick peck on the lips when he lets go.

“You’re the best!” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to the food so you can open the containers. You can see his mouth hang open when you lift the flap to reveal the food. “Is that bulgogi?! And HUHHHH YOU DIDN’T!” You laugh at his excitement, showing him the other container. Oh he’s gonna love you, you just know it. “KIMBAP!” You just shake your head, the smile never leaving your face while he does a lil dance for the food. Quickly getting out the chopsticks, you hit his hand when he reaches for the food. He looks at you in mild hurt and confusion as you continue to smile at him.

“Ah ah ahhh, Yugi, you wanted to practice a bit more.” Glaring at you, he puffs up his face and you try not to laugh so you shove a piece of bulgogi in your mouth, not noticing how he watches with laser- eye focus. You moan at the taste of the meat, enjoying the flavors as he begins to cross his arms. Nothing is said for a few seconds as both of you to stare at each other: you with your mouth full and him with a glare that could prove that looks could kill. But unsurprisingly, he broke first.

“Babeeee,” he drops to the floor and crawls over to you, “come onnn.” You casually look over at him, making sure not to break your poker face but with him up close, you find yourself gonna break soon.

“Are you gonna eat now?” He nods, staring at the food hopefully. “Does that mean you’re not gonna practice and we can go home after this?” He scrunches up his face before sighing, hanging his head.

“You don’t play fair.” You hum, taking a piece of kimbap and showing him your chubby cheeks. Groaning, he lays down on the floor and sulks. Swallowing your food, you chuckle.

“So? What’s it gonna be? Better hurry, this food is banging.” With a huff, he sits up and snatches the kimbap you begone to pick up, shoving it in his mouth. He’s such a child sometimes but you love him anyways.

“Let’s just eat so we can go home...” You grin, handing him some chopsticks and moving the food closer between you and him. He shakes his head, confusing you on what he was gonna say. “But after you dance with me? Please?” You eye him up and down, judging to see how serious he was. He knew you didn’t like dancing, at least, not in public. But if he would go home after this, then what’s the harm, right?

“That’s it? Just one dance and you’ll come eat and go home?” He nods, placing both of your chopsticks down before getting up and sticking his hand out for you. You hated dancing in public but Yugyeom would always tell you how good you were at it, the others agreeing at the one time they all caught you vibing with a song. No one would see, right? You toss a glance at the door to make sure no one was there. Everybody would be too focused in their own dance rooms to come in and see you both dancing. Plus, you knew he wasn’t gonna budge from this. Might as well agree to this..

“I promise we’ll leave after we eat! I’ll even- hey- I'll even do the dishes for a week.” Ooo that did sound tempting. You absolutely HATED doing the dishes. Cooking? No problem. But dishes? Blech, disgusting. Placing your hand in his, he helps you up.

“Make it a week and a half and you got a deal.” You could see the spark in his eyes when as he nodded excitedly, turning over to the speakers and scrolling through his phone. Quickly looking down at your outfit, you were glad you choose some yoga pants and a crop top hoodie with a sports bra underneath. You almost feel like you planned this outfit on purpose for this but really, you just grabbed whatever clothes was near you at the time.

“Deal. I have the prefect song! And you can’t ask what it is!” You tilt your head to the side, resting a hand on your hip as you watch him still looking for the song. You couldn’t stop the smile from your lips when you saw the goofy grin on his face through the mirror.

“Can I at least know the artist?” He sighs exaggeratedly, glancing over to you and leaning back a lil to show how bothered he was from the question.

“Fine, if you must know: its from that band CNCO and PRETTYMUCH.” You raise an eyebrow.

“I know at least one of those artists.” He shushes you with one hand, looking back at his phone before letting out a yelp.

“Awesome, hear it is.” He tsks, glancing back between the spot next to you and the phone. “Ahh, I can probably make it, right? Wait- you know what?- whatever, let’s do this.” Fiddling with the phone a bit longer, he quickly puts it down and races over to you, almost tripping in the process.

“Jesus, Gyeomie, you’re gonna-“ He grabs your waist, standing behind you and shaking his head to silence you. You really wonder what song is gonna play at this point.

“It’s gonna start soon. Follow my lead.” Before you can question him, the music starts: a small voice saying something in the distance before the singers start:

PRETTYMUCH {4 beats}

Yugyeom starts to sway and you follow suit, his hands never leaving your waist as you both go along with the beat.

CNCO {2 beats}

You both sway for a second longer before he reaches for your hand and spins you around, making you face him and pulling you even closer to him. Your breathes mingle together while both of you look down, following the move of your legs.

Tu juego me sube y me baja como te conviene {8 beats}

You let your body slowly roll on his while letting him hold you up, his eyes never leaving your face as he stares in pure fascination. You step away from him, letting your fingers run along the skin of his arm as you clasped into his hand, posing before spinning back into him.

A mí se me nota que quiero lo mismo que quieres {7 beats}

When you spin back into him, he dips you low to the floor then snaps back up. Having your back facing him, you drag yourself down his body, your hands feeling the fabric slide while you finally reach to his stomach.

Yeah, you're looking so rude, looking at me (Yeah) {4 beats}

You continue to sway as you slowly get up, letting your ass grind up his leg and rest on his crotch. You hear him gasp as your movements and you can’t help but grin, the satisfaction of beating him at his own game. It’s short lived, however, when he suddenly puts his hands on top of your thighs, pushing you more into him and guiding your hips into his.

Baby, that rude girl thang, work, work it on me {5 beats}

His lips ghost over your neck while your hand lifts to run through his slightly sweaty hair. You could care less about the sweat at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to dance, to tease him with your moves. You kinda hated how much you were starting to get into it.

Cerquita en donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes (Yeah) {8 beats}

His hands swept up your torso, your skin on fire while he helped you slip out your hoodie, revealing your sports bra. Quickly facing him, you notice the passion in his eyes with the hint of something dangerous, making you to shiver in excitement. Okay, fuck wanting to mess with him, you just want him.

Oh me, oh my God {4 beats}

Placing your hand on his cheek, you hook your legs around his hips and swing your upper body around as he holds the small of your back, his fingers slightly digging into your skin.

I give my best, you deserve it {4 beats}

He shimmeys as you come back up, still holding you up and twirling you around before putting you down. He looks to you for permission, for what, you don’t know but nod anyways.

Oh me, oh my God {4 beats}

Walking away from you, he struts a few steps ahead and you watch as he goes off in his own lil world: his limbs moving to each beat with such fluidity that you stare in awe.

'Cause you got me countin' the ways {4 beats}

You’re so glad that he’s found his passion before meeting you because he really knows how to work his body and you honestly couldn’t imagine him doing anything else.

(Uno) She want that {2 beats}

He spins around to you, smirking as he takes a step towards you to the beat of the bass and reaching his hand out for you. But he suddenly drops to the ground.

(Dos) I give that {2 beats}

He pulls his iconic grind-on-me move and you laugh, him tearing it up with his hip grinding to the floor, his body moving around while continuing. God, the things he could do to you.

(Tres) She come back, me necesita {4 beats}

You were so tempted to stop and kiss him right now but you held back, not wanting to stop him as he’s really feeling the music. But as he hip thrusts up in the air, eyes beckoning to you, you quickly join him on the floor. Climbing over him, he grinds against you before you shake your head, giving him a quick peak on the lips and pulling both of you up. He laughs and yanks you into his arms.

No longer paying attention to the words of the song, you both just dance: making up moves that happen to fit the mood and beat of the bass. Your bodies intertwine and twist, hands roaming freely and hips swinging around. The thought of anyone seeing you guys wasn’t anywhere in your mind as you just focused on him: how his fingers ran across your skin, his breathe on your neck, the smile that never left his lips. He had to be thinking of the same thing as his moves would switch between gentle and rough but his eyes were the same: crinkled in mischievous joy, but joy nonetheless.

At some point though, he misjudged his step and tripped, bringing you down with him. Groaning once you landed on the floor, you tossed him a lazy glare as he grinned. You really couldn’t be too mad at him, he was just a dork so as you stared at each other, you guys couldn’t resist laughing.

“Gyeomie, you’re such a klutz.” He raises his eyebrow at you, still laughing.

“Says the one who spazzes out when they’re startled.” You roll your eyes, giggling while he rests his hand on your hip.

“Yea yea yea...” Sighing, you suddenly realize something. Lifting your head, you look at the speakers, Yugyeom following you with his eyes in confusion.

“What?” You point a finger up, tilting your head. The music playing was different, now it was some Chris Brown song.

“The song’s done.” He listens for a second and smiles.

“Yea, I guess you’re right. Wanna go for another round?” You tsk at him, getting up and picking up your hoodie he tossed aside.

“No, a deal’s a deal. Go eat now.” He sighs, pouting while rolling over to his stomach and crossing his arms.

“Hmph, fine. But can you feed me?” Dragging the food over, you laugh.

“Sure, but that just means I’m eating most of this and giving you bits.” Staring each other down, you refuse to be the one to lose the contest. Luckily for you, he breaks and sits up, sticking his hand out. Ah-ha, You: 2 Him: 0.

“Hand me the chopsticks.” Grinning, you give him the utensils and open up the food again. You sigh happily as you notice the bulgogi isn't cold.

“Yes, it’s still warm. Ugh, I'm so glad or else we would’ve had problems. I remember the last time I got this from that same restaurant, it was cold and boy, did I raise hell. Anyways, dig in Gyeomie. ” You pick up the kimpap and put it in your mouth. Looking up, you finally notice him just watching, the biggest smile on his dopey face. You smile in confusion as you try to swallow the food down. “What?” He grins, shaking his head.

“Nothing, I just love you” he says before mumbling to himself, “this would've been the best time to propose if only the jewelry shop didn’t mess up the ring size.” You choke at that last part, startling him as you start to cough. Panicking, he grabs a water bottle and hands it to you. “Here, drink!”

Grabbing the bottle, you rush to open it and down some water, hoping it would help wash down the food but your mind was somewhere else. You could feel your cheeks burning as you began to calm down, his hands rubbing your back. You give him a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay as you grab his arm.

“What did you say? Ring size?” His eyes widen before laughing nervously, looking away quickly and scratching at the back of his head.

“What? I didn’t say that!” You shake your head, squeezing his arm to make him look at you.

“Yugyeom, are you planning to propose to me?” His opens his mouth then closes it, gaping like a fish for a bit. Just as you were gonna ask again, he bolts up, grabbing his stuff and picks up the other food container. He doesn’t make eye contact the whole time.

“Ha-what?! N-no. Hey, you know what?! I think we should eat this at home. Come on!” Walking out the door, you’re stunned as you stare after him. He was gonna propose to you? He wants to marry you? You feel your heart swell at the thought of marrying him before suddenly realizing he dodged the question. Gathering the rest of the food and your belongings, you rush out the door. He’s not getting away that easy!

“YAH! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”