#/ i dont look at numbers but on the occasion i do i really do smile

[fangirlstorycreator]

Bestie!!! I can't stop thinking about Taligaro punishing us. Maybe because we were teasing him over the day? It's your fault, you got me started on this 😂Take all the time you need. Love you Bestie 🖤

Ahahaha! 😂😂 I had a feeling this ask was coming 😁 I hope you enjoy..... 😏🥵💚

Contains: ⚠️Sexual content warning⚠️ sexual intercourse, rough oral male receiving, male domonatrix, rough sex ⚠️

Being the only female warrior in the entire army meant that you could have your pic of any man you wanted. And of course you couldn't resist the gorgeously sexy General Taligaro. Just one look from him made you melt, and the way he touched you, dont even get me started. You had been with him for a few months now, and had been intimate on a number of occasions, in many diffrent places too. However, you sometimes found yourself getting turned on by him when he wasnt even trying to be sexy. Like when another soldier tried talking back to him, and Taligaro grabbed him by the hair and made him beg for forgiveness. You just watched in fascination at Taligaro being in control, and it really turned you on.

Taligaro saw you that day when be was telling off that soldier, seeing you squirm in excitement against your seat as you watched him, he loved watching the affect he had on you. One night when the army had stoped in a local village, there was a large castle with plenty of rooms for the highest ranked soldiers and Generals, and Taligaro was gifted a large room all to himself. As the army was unpacking, Taligaro came up to you by your horse and started talking to you. "You know....there is room in my bed for you tonight....if you'd care to join me?" You couldn't lie to yourself, you had been sexually frustrated for a while, and decided to be playful and naughty to him. "Oh is there really?.....hmmm, that's nice for you" you say as you turn away from him, trying to wind him up. "Is that all you have to say?" Looking back at him, giggling and biting your lower lip, you say "If you really want me in your bed....your going to have to make me...." Now he knows what your doing as you give him a mischievous smile.

Knowing what you want him to do, he takes a step closer to you, close enough that you can almost feel his breath. He takes your chin in his hand and pulls it up so you have to look him in the eye. "Get that beautiful body of yours to my guest bedroom before the sun sets....or I'll punish you" And that's was enough for you to feel VERY turned on, you could feel the excitement build in your lower stomach and you immediately felt wet. He smirks as he walks away into the castle door, leaving you a horny mess. Why was this turning you on so much? But that question wasnt on your mind for long, it was only a few minutes until the sun would set....but you waited for it to go down...before heading to his room. The excitement was building and building, you had no idea what your punishment would be, but you wanted it.

You knocked on his door, and its slowly opened for you, with Taligaro waiting in the door way. "I thought I told you to be in my room before sunset?" He asks as you enter and he locks the door. "I know you did....but I don't care...." You were now so turned on that you could barley stop smiling, and you could see in his eyes that he was getting pretty horny too, loving that he could be in charge of you, your pleasure and you just want to take it. He stepped up to you and slowly wrapped his large hand around your throat, ever so carefully squeezing it. Not in a painful or scary way, and he wasnt choking you or restricting your breathing, just squeezing just enough to show you who was in charge. "I told you what would happen if you didnt get hear before sunset....and now....I'm going to show you what being a bad girl gets you" "And what's that?" You ask mischievously. "Get on your knees...." His grip around your throat is what's guiding you downwards and forces you onto your knees. At this angle you were looking up at him, as he untied his trousers, all the while keeping eye contact with you.

He dropped his trousers revealing his very large and thick cock, and at this level it looked so much bigger. He reached his hand behind your head, ran his fingers through your hair until his palm was resting against the back of your scalp. Then he clenched his fist, being in full control of your head, that's when his other hand meets your face as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. "This is what bad girls get..." and without warning, his hand grabs his cock and he shoves it into your mouth, making you gag on it at first. "Yeh that's it" He says as he moves your head back and forth along the length of his cock. He is so thick that he fills your mouth completely, but you absolutely loved it. His pace gets quicker, and instead of just moving your head, he starts thrusting harder and deeper into your mouth, making you choke on his cock as you take more of him down your throat. You try a few times to move your head to the side to take a breath, but he just pulls you back and goes even more, and when your hands try to push away for a breath, he pins them against his stomach with his free hand. "I didnt say you could move. This is what you get, and your going to take it all, like a good girl"

Your so turned on by this, and before you knew it, he pulled you up off your knees as you gasp for air, and he locks his lips against yours in a sexual hunger. "You want more?...." "Yes Taligaro" "Good answer...."He kisses you hungrily again before spinning you around and pushing you against the bed. You lie against it as Taligaro pulls off your trousers and climbs on top of you. His hands are resting on either side of you as he whispers into your ear. "Time to make you scream" And with that, he flips you over like you weighed nothing, so your now on your front. Taligaro lifts your hips up and plunges his cock straight into you, and starts to mercilessly fuck you, over and over again. You couldn't help the moans of pleasure come out of your mouth as his cock slammed against your G stop over and over. And to make it better, he takes both your hands and pins them against your back with one of his enormous hands, while his other hand is pressing your head down into the pillow as he hears you muffled screams of pleasure.

He fucks you like this with no stop, his pace quickens and deepens each time, and as it all gets too much, you scream out as you cum, stronger than you have ever came before. Taligaro is loving your screams, and continues to fuck you though your orgasm, making you shake from the intensity, just as he reaches his orgasm too. "Oohhh! Fuck! Huh...." Your both out of breath and your body's slowly come down from their highs, that's when he let's go of your hands, let's you fall onto the bed before lying down next to you and pulling you into his chest for a hug. "That's was.....absolutely incredible Tal....why haven't we done that before?" "I dont know Y/N... but its safe to say....we can do that again" You both chuckle as you also try to get your breath back. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you at all?" "No Tal, you were perfect, I loved every second" He smiles and kisses your forehead, then he says "I'm going to get some hot water ready in our ensuite bathroom, and get a bath ready for you. I think you need a little care after that fun little experience" "That's sounds perfect Tal, I love you" "I love you too"

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ the interview (PT 3/3) sebastian s x f!reader

my masterlist :) : M A S T E R L I S T link to part one & two one: drunk night out two: tomorrow morning your outfit : kendall jenner style file - number 1 <3 (sebastian's is in the gif) prompt : its now been 3 days since you and sebastian hung out, you ended up giving your number over to him and sine then you guys have been messaging almost every night before bed, like highschool. Sebastian told you today he has an interview and coincidentally you had an interview at the same time and place, you didnt tell Sebastian because you thought it would be funny. other notes : not a warning but this is sort of a long chapter ok cool, this is part three i know i said to comment for part three but i had nothing to do lol but lmk for part four. Sebastian had messaged me this morning before he left to run some errands about how nervous he was for his interview. He told me that he had only rarely ever done interview by himself, but then again he wasn't really doing it by himself, I had replied that he would be amazing as usual and he sent a thumbs up. My manager had insister i didn't tell him about our conjoined interview, yet again she wouldnt tell me why both of us were being interviewed. I mean it's not like we were in a show or movie together, we had only ever met twice in our lives. The only thing my manager did say, was to not get too offended by the questions because apparently I get angry fast? Ok, whatever. I searched through my closet although the interview was later tonight I'd rather find something now rather than later. "y/n how about this dress" my manager Stella says holding up a baby blue corset dress "you think?" I know I said I only had black, red and more black in my closet but that was casual clothing.

I have a whole new closet made especially for interview clothers and formal party clothing, I despise dressed but since society says a woman needs to be feminine and since I like to dress nice... on some occasions, I wear dresses. "its floral and, i had word from Sebastian's manager that he was wearing something floral too" Stella had great ideas for my career, this wasn't one of them "and make the world think we are dating... no thanks this crush is already stupid enough as is" I say causing Stella to pout. Did I forget to mention Stella had no prior experience before me, that's because she was my college bestfriend... now shes my boss bestfriend?

"Come on y/n it would be so cute" she smiles holding it up and I give in "it does look nice" I sigh and she jumps laughing "matching" she says laying it on my bed "baby blue heels I suppose" I smile grabbing my baby blue heels and placing them on the floor infront of my dress. Stella claps excitedly "perfect, you are perfect y/n" she smiles pulling me in and kissing my cheek "you're my boss, not my lover" I turn to her and she rolls her eyes "I'm just excited, maybe Kevin Feige might ask you to be a new character in the MCU" she says and I chuckle "I wish im barely even a good actor, i'm just good looking" i smile. Stella holds my arms tightly "you are great, you are perfect dont undermine yourself y/n you've been destined for greatness since middle school" she says and I nod "you're right" I say and my phone buzzes in my back pocket. "and who may that be?" Stella wiggles her eyebrows somehow, it was an odd talent she had but a talent nonetheless. "It's Sebastian" I smile at my phone sitting down on my bed "what did he say?" her voice had drained out slowly as I focused on the message. seb <3 it's so busy out in town, wyd? im at home with my bestfriend, shes talking to me rn but i cant hear her shes going home in a few minutes anyways lol do you mind if i visit for an hour or 2?

yeah sure come over the doors unlocked so you can walk right in :)

sweet see you soon i'll bring over some snacks

"y/n hellooo?" Stella said waving her hands in my face and I looked up "he's coming" I stand up grabbing the dress and heels quickly putting them in my closet "what he's coming here now?" Stella says looking at me as I rush around my room "yup he's on his way" I clear my throat "no i dont want him to know my bestfriend is my manager" I say "well i want to meet him what if you date, i dont know who he is" she says strictly "I'm older alright, go home if you want to know about him watch his interviews" I say and she rolls her eyes. "fine but i'll remember this, the first time I could have met the winter soldier" she says and I walk her to the door "key word COULD" she says "I'm sorry I love you but I have to tidy the place up and put the dress away before he comes" I shrug innocently and she nods "No I understand" she says looking at me rolling her eyes. "I promise we can get chinese together the next time we hang out all on me" I say and she nods "now I understand" she smiles winking at me kissing my cheek goodbye. I run to my table tidying it up with all the papers of future projects covering the whole table, I run to my room throwing my heels and dress in my closet. I wipe down my tv and straighten up my hair "god look at me" I say looking at myself through the shiny TV "i'd never do this to impress man, especially a man who's seen me drunk and asleep" the palm of my hand connects to my face as my front door opens "sebastian?" I ask "no its Bucky" he chuckles and I smile. "Hey" I laugh going up to him and hugging him as he hugs me back with one arm since his other arm was carrying a bag "I brought some chips and dip and chocolate because who doesn't love those" he smiles "oh god i love chocolate" I say showing him to the living room "your house is beautiful y/n" he says looking around "it's a bit bland I would've liked to get some art but uh, my bestfriend said not to so I put it away when she comes over" I say and he laughs. we sit down on my sofa as he places the snacks on the coffee table "so big interview today" I smile and he nods "its about the new falcon and the winter soldier series apparently, marvel kinda let it slip that the falcon and the winter soldier was a thing" he shrugged opening the packet of chips eating some. I had remembered Stella mentioning the whole MCU thing one time about how they could need a new villain or avenger but, I always pushed that thought away because I could never live up to them. "have you started filming yet?" I ask and Sebastian shakes his head "no they still need casting, I actually put your name forward if you dont mind" he said and my heart skips a beat "really?" I ask excitedly "yeah Kevin liked that idea" Sebastian smiled "wow even if i didnt get a part the fact that Kevin Feige knows i exist" I say and Sebastian laughs. "its crazy right" he smiles and I nod grabbing his hand "thank you I could hug you but I might accidently do a heimlich and do the opposite and make you choke on your food" I say and he nods laughing and I let go of his hand. "man thats crazy i could kiss you" I say pointing at him and he looks at me for a moment before laughing "wait hold on" he says swallowing his food and then pulling a mint out tossing it in his mouth "give it a minute" he says swirling it around in his mouth "now" he says laughing and I blush. "that would be hilarious" he chuckled and I nodding opening the chocolate and breaking off a piece "it would be wouldn't" I smile to him "lets get in a movie together and make an excuse to kiss" he says and I nod "we should do that" I say and he nods "no we really should" he says holding in his laughter "ok laugh" I chuckle as he bursts out laughing. An hour passes of Sebastian and I straight talking about random nonsense from acting to food, from friends to marvel it was great. Until I checked the time and the interview was in 3 hours from now. Sebastian checks his phone "what do you have my name under?" he asks and I blush. "what do I have your name under?" i repeat and he nods, how was I suppose to show him that I had seb<3 as his

name "show them at the same time?" I suggest "ok flip on 3" he says holding his phone up facing him "1.. 2" i say "3" we say together flipping our phones. darling y/n <3 "i get a love heart i see" he smirks "i get the word darling and a heart come on you so love me" I nudge him and his cheeks turn red "you so love me I have a nickname" he says and I laugh "yeah ok" I say not denying it. Another hour passes and it was time for Sebastian to go "ugh sometimes I wish I didn't stay as the winter soldier but I love the character so much" he groans "aw I know dont worry you'll be the best" I smile supporting him "thanks" he chuckles standing up. "you can keep that, eat them whilst you watch my interview will ya?" he says pointing at the chips and chocolate on the table "promise" I say giving him a gentle smile and I stand up hugging him "i'll message you later" he says before walking towards to door "bye " I smile following him opening the door for him watching him get in the car. I close the door and lean my head against it, i so have a crush on this man. some time later (you are now on your way to the interview) Jimmy Fallon said that I should come a bit later after the first commercial break because Sebastian would see me and he wanted it to be a surprise, which I suppose wasn't too odd. Driving into the studio parking lot I park my car next to Sebs because I found it funny, I walk into the studio and the makeup person asks me to follow her for makeup. I follow her and she adds slight touches "are you ready?" the director says and I shrug "ok so you will come up through this elevator, do your wave to the crowd and sit next to Mr Stan" the executive producer says and I nod. There was a view of the interview from the makeup chair so I watched it intently "So Sebastian, recently Anthony Mackie adressed this whole party he had was it a month ago?" Jimmy asked and Sebastian nods "about a month ago yeah" he said. "and Mackie said that you met his really good friend y/n y/l/n? Now we have had her on this show a few times before but what was she like?" Jimmy asked and Sebastian laughs "Right well that was my first time uh meeting her" Sebastian pauses to laugh. "And uh Mackie sent her home because she wanted to give me her number and Mackie was jealous of her being more popular than him, but no she's greats I love her" Sebastian says laughing "this is your cue" the executive producer says leading me to the elevator. "So how many times have you met her after that?" Jimmy asks "maybe twice more after that and I got her number too finally" Sebastian says and I laugh quietly. "The duo you never knew you need" Jimmy says "yeah its a bummer she isn't here she's hilarious" Sebastian chuckles nervously "right on cue Sebastian, everybody welcome y/n y/l/n!!!" Jimmy says and everybody starts clapping, the elevator rises and I pose. Reaching the top everybody started clapping even louder and I laugh walking out waving "hi" I say walking towards Jimmy hugging him and then Sebastian stands up and I hug him too, I then sit down next to him. "no way" sebastian laughs "hi" I giggle "didn't expect that now did you?" Jimmy said and Sebastian laughs shaking his head "no, how are you? its been like two hours" Sebastians smiles "wait you guys hung out today?" Jimmy asks with his arms out and Sebastian and I nod. "yeah and I tried so hard not to tell him" I laugh as does the crowd "I feel like I've been played" Jimmy says and Sebastian giggles "Well then that leads me to my next question, I'd have to change it now uh when was the second time you both hung out then now be honest because I can tell whether you're lying" Jimmy says and I go red and look at Sebastian who laughs. "do you want to tell them or should I" he says laughing and I cover my mouth "you can" I say quietly and Sebastian nods "she finds it embarrassing" he continues laughing and I hit him gently "it's not funny" I groan and he stops laughing. "ok so it was actually like almost a week ago. y/n was having a night out with her friends and at this time I didn't have her

number so it was just a coincidence" he paused looking over to me cringing and he leans back smiling (gif) "I was out late just you know driving around new york and uh I found y/n drunk on the floor across the road from the bar" he says laughing and I shake my head in disappointment as the whole crowd laughs "she tried to hug a tree" he says "the tree looked nice alright" I say defending myself. "ok alright sebastian, we got food and he dropped me off home and i went to bed" I lie blushing and Jimmy starts clapping "oh god thats amazing" he says "no it's not its truly embarrassing and you know when I was maybe 20 I had this fat crush on sebastian, so 20 year old me would be even more embarrassed than I am now" I shake my head. "god its so embarrassing, like the second time I've ever met Sebastian I'm drunk, on the floor and he has to buy me food" I say, Jimmy laughs "but did he get your number then?" he asked "yes, yes he did when i started sobering up" I nod smiling and everyone claps. "Well I'm glad that I didn't have to scare the truth out of you because I'd have to show this picture that I'm going to show anyways" he says pointing at the camera and the picture shows up of Sebastian carrying me bridal style to his car and everyone laughs. "I couldnt walk" I shake my head embarrassed "Just Married" Sebastian says laughing "she doesn't know this but whilst I was ordering chinese food, i had left her and my phone in the car and I turned my back to her and then a couple minutes later I turn around and see that she was using the front camera of my phone to record me and she was making a vlog" Sebastian says. "sebastiaannn" I groan "did I?" I ask and Sebastian nods and I punch him gently again "you guys seem to be close friends is that right?" Jimmy asks and we both nod "yeah I mean once a man has seen you drunk off your face and takes you home I think you consider that really good friends right?" I say laughing "Of course" Sebastian says. "Sebastian, Y/n relationship?" Jimmy asks and Sebastian and I go red "Sebastian so loves me, if you were me you'd understand me but he so loves me" I say confidently "and if you knew what i'd know you'd know shes in love with me, major difference y/n" he turns to me and I open my mouth widely. "Wow" Jimmy laughs "Y/n Y/l/n and Sebastian Stan everybody, thank you for coming" Jimmy says and then the show cuts to commercial break. Sebastia and I walk backstage "you kept that from me you little secretive woman" he says nudging me "It was so hard not to tell you because I was so excited" I say walking with him as we walk out of the studio "where did you park?" he asked "next to yours" I smile "perfect" he said as we continued walking. "did I really record a video?"

[halcyon-wings]

hihi!! if it's alright, i'd like to request yoimiya and s/o watching a fireworks show together and generally being pretty affectionate with each other? thank you ww

- 🦑 (you probably know who this is but the idea of being an anon seems fun so just pretend that you dont hfhshdjs)

watching fireworks with yoimiya !!

anon pls i am in despair i was done writing it and then i had to search up what yoimiya’s favorite food was AND THEN IT RESET……. save me squinon :’)

features a gn!reader and yoimiya, who’s an absolute darling :D

<3 it’s been almost a year since you and yoimiya started dating, and while you may have possibly forgotten, your girlfriend has been preparing a surprise for the past six months.

<3 unfortunately for her, she isn’t very good at hiding her intentions.

<3 “heyyyy s/o, well, uh— got any plans for a certain occasion that may or may not be tomorrow but maybe not but you still don’t have plans for it either way due to circumstances?”

<3 by not very good, i mean absolutely horrible

<3 you tell her you’re free for the next couple of days, and her eyes sparkle as she clasps her hands together and laughs giddily.

<3 “cool, great, amazing! so then could i ask you to come to amakane just a bit before midnight? no particular reason, really, but y‘know!” once you nod your head, she peppers your face with kisses before dashing off.

<3 before heading to amakane, you buy a couple dango to share with her as you head to the top of the small island, where yoimiya waves at you, grinning.

<3 “s/o!!!! you made it!!!!!” she tackles you in a hug before pulling away for a bit to bite one of the dango. “these are good,” she mutters happily, humming.

<3 it seems she’s made a picnic spot too! the two of you sit down, her head resting on your lap and your hands intertwined as she sighs in content, closing her eyes.

<3 ”hey, s/o… do you remember what day it is? i don’t blame you if you don’t, you’ve been pretty busy lately...”

<3 ”look up.”

<3 a bunch of fireworks shot up into the sky, each one even more dazzling and brilliant than the one before it. blue, then green, then a fiery blade of yellows and oranges and reds, fading into the number one and a heart.

<3 “it’s been a year, s/o.” raising her head up to rest on your shoulder instead, she smiled brighter than the fireworks in the sky, enough to outshine the stars above.

<3 “i love you so, so much. i love you, and i’m going to love you for as long as the stars shine, just like my fireworks.”

<3 (you didn’t forget. you gave her a small pendant with a firework engraved into it. she now wears it 24/7 :D)

[atlabeth]

neighborly things - sokka x fem!reader

summary: reader can’t make things for shit. thankfully, she has a cute and crafty neighbor willing to help her. 

a/n: im so sorry lmao. i have requests and i have 2 series that havent been updated in like a month but sometimes i just need to write a stupid little oneshot to get back in the writing mood. i did this in an hour 

im not a screwdriver expert so dont come at me if some of this info is wrong lmao 

wc: 1.6k 

warning(s): some cursing but otherwise pure fluff. also i didnt proofread im SORRY im pretty sure they laugh grin and smile like 200 times 

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“Dammit!” 

 Anyone unfortunate enough to have a place near you during this time would have heard the phrase on more than twenty occasions, and it wasn’t even noon yet. You had gotten the parts in the mail to put together a new dresser a couple days ago, and had finally decided to take on the task. You didn’t know if it was because you were inexperienced with furniture or just lacked basic comprehension skills, but it was proving to be no less than Herculean. 

 You threw the screwdriver at the wall and fell back to the floor as you let your arms sprawl out above you. You had been trying to screw in a part for no less than thirty minutes, and if a miracle didn’t happen right about now, you were going to lose your mind. 

Your head snapped towards the door when she heard a knock, and your brows creased. “God?” You muttered as you got up, wondering if you had actually thought a miracle into existence. 

 You weren’t greeted by a deity when you opened the door, but the man standing in front of you was pretty damn close. With ocean blue eyes, hair pulled back in a ponytail with shaved sides, and toned arms, he was a sight to behold. But you had no idea why he was in front of your door. 

 “Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, genuine concern in his tone. 

 “Um, yeah, why?” You were trying to rack your brain for any memory of this guy — because you knew you would remember him if you had seen him before — but to no avail. “Also, who are you and why are you here?”

 “Right,” he chuckled. “My name’s Sokka. I’m your neighbor; I live—” he gestured at the door just next to your place, “—over there. Moved in a couple weeks ago, so that’s probably why you don’t know me. I’ve just been hearing a lot of cursing and loud noises coming from your place, so I figured I would stop in and see what was going on.” 

 “Oh. That’s.. very considerate of you, Sokka. I’m just…” you sighed and chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all. “I’m just trying to put together a dresser, and it’s not going well at all. That latest sound you heard was the culmination of my rage. I threw a screwdriver at the wall.” 

 “Yeah, that’ll do it,” he laughed. “Listen. I don’t wanna intrude on you or anything, but I happen to be pretty good at putting things together. I had to do a lot of furniture construction when I first moved in, plus I’m the one all my friends call when they need help with putting anything together. I could probably help you with whatever’s troubling you.”  

 “Are you serious?” 

 “Oh, no. I just go door to door joking around with people, asking if they need help with their furniture, sometimes I ask if their refrigerator is running? It really gets a kick out of them.” 

 You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly and stepped aside so he could enter your apartment. “Thank you so much, Sokka. I’ve read the instructions a million times, I seriously don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” 

 He crouched down and picked up the manual, turning to a dog-eared page and skimming over the instructions. He pointed at the screwdriver you had thrown against the wall and glanced back at you. “Is that the one you’ve been using?” 

 You closed and locked the door behind him then walked over to the wall, picking up the unfortunate victim of your anger and spinning it in your hands. “Yeah, why?” 

 “Do you know what kind it is?” 

 “Um.. maybe? God, I don’t know. I think it’s a Phillip’s head?” 

 Sokka laughed and shook his head, holding up the manual so you could see it. “That’s where you’re going wrong. You need a Pozidriv for these screws — they’re similar enough that anyone can make a mistake.”

 You stared at Sokka in complete amazement — apparently, your savior lived next door, and he came in the form of a handsome guy with basic knowledge on putting furniture together. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said as you walked over and took the booklet from himl. You flipped through it a couple times and read over the part, shaking your head in disbelief. 

 “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” you repeated, louder this time. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get that thing to- to work, to screw, to— whatever you call it?” 

 “It’s actually to—”

 “Thirty minutes!” You interrupted, earning a small chuckle from Sokka. “Thirty damn minutes that I have been trying to get that screw in, and it’s all because I was using the wrong screwdriver. Why would they make screwdrivers that are so similar but aren’t interchangeable?!” 

 He shrugged and held up his hands. “Don’t ask me — I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. But like I said; this dresser might fall apart if you keep using this thing. I actually have a Pozidriv back at my place, I can go get it and we can finish this up together.” 

 “God, that would be the biggest help,” you admitted. “But I don’t wanna take up your time — I don’t know how I would even repay you.” 

 “I’m doing this because I want to help you,” he said. “You don’t have to repay me. Think of it as… as a neighborly thing.” 

 “A neighborly thing?” you repeated with a laugh. “Well, if you’re offering, I’m definitely not going to refuse.” 

 “I am offering,” Sokka winked. “And unless you want to be at this for another three days, I think you should take that offer.” 

 You pretended to deliberate over it before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I’ll let you help me. I mean, really you should be thanking me for this brilliant opportunity to, um.. hone your skills.” 

 He laughed, a brilliant sound that made your heart sing, and nodded as he went back to the door. “Thank you so much for letting me put together this dresser. Truly, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

 “Then I’m happy to be of assistance.” 

 Sokka grinned then unlocked and opened the door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get started.”

 -

 Once he got back, the two of you got to work. The next three hours passed so quickly as you and Sokka talked about everything from the work you did to people in your lives (no girlfriend, thankfully), to exchanging stories — even the silence, though rare, was comfortable. 

 Sokka pushed the last drawer into its place then clapped his hands as he stood up, admiring the fruits of your labor. “And that’s it! We’re done.”

 “Wait, we’re done? Already?” You set down the instruction manual and stood up as well, backing up to Sokka’s position to see what he saw. “Wow, that looks.. that looks just like the picture. We are good at this! Well, you’re really good at this, I’m good at keeping you entertained. But still!” 

 You held your hand up for a high five and he laughed, but not without meeting it with a satisfying clap. 

 “It does look pretty good,” he admitted. “And not only do you have a brand new, fully functioning dresser, you also had the priceless experience of spending three hours with the neighbor you know nothing about.” 

 “That’s not true,” you countered. “I know that you’re really good at putting things together, you’re a genius when it comes to anything math or science, and you hate blueberries.” 

 Sokka snickered and brushed his hands off on his jeans. “That’s everything there is to know.” 

 “I dunno, Sokka. You seem like a pretty interesting guy.”

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. It’s not every day that someone offers to put together a whole dresser just because they feel bad.”

 “Well—” he tore off a blank part of the instruction manual and picked up a spare pen from the counter, then put it up against the wall as he scribbled something on it. Sokka put the pen down and handed the slip of paper to you with a smile. “If you ever need any more help with furniture, then call me.” 

 You could feel your cheeks heat up as you took the paper. Your fingers brushed ever so slightly as you took the slip of paper, and you decided to just go for it. You bit back a grin and tried to sound as innocuous as possible. “And if I want to get to know you beyond the blueberries?” 

 Sokka laughed and leaned against the doorframe. “Definitely call me.”  

 “Great.” 

 The two of you smiled at each other like idiots for way too long before a notification from his phone broke the silence. He jumped from the sudden noise and dug his phone out of his pocket, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, my sister just texted me and I gotta get over to her place.” Sokka started towards the door then paused and turned around. “I actually had a lot of fun doing this, though. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

 “Yeah.” You knew you had that same smile on your face, but it just wouldn’t go away. His energy was contagious. “Definitely.” 

 “Great.” He winked at you one last time then left, closing the door behind him, and finally snapping you out of your spell. 

 You leaned against the dresser and stared at the slip of paper in your hands, committing the number to memory. 

 You were definitely going to take him up on that offer. 

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[duckugou]

golden

Kenma x GN!reader

Im trying to stray away from my comfort zone of just writing readers that use she/her so bear with me

sorry if this lowkey sucks but it was inspired by harry styles song golden

cw: big cursing, huge fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, comfort, aged up!

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in!

Requests are open!!

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Being a streamer comes with perks. Being comfy at home, not having to face people in real life every day, playing games, typical shit. Another perk is making good friends.

Meeting people on a voice chat is common for Kenma -guys and gals alike. What he wasnt expecting one night was the sweetest voice on the other end of his headphones.

"You're all fucks- I'm better at this game than all of you combined. Try me."

To think that was the sentence that made Kenma's ears perk up and burn.

"What the hell ever- we have the great Kodzuken on our side." One of the guys said, half joking half dead serious.

"Oh yeah, he isn't even speaking up to defend your pussy asses- probably knows I could beat him too." You could hear the smirk in that last part.

"U-uh, no. You can't beat me. Nobody can actually. Not at this game." Kenma rebutted , confident in his gaming skills but not so much his speaking skills to this stranger.

"Oh man, you certainly sound confident. Come on, Kodzuken- 1v1 me then. Show me who the best really is."

Kenma suddenly felt nervous. Should he really demolish this stranger? Isn't it polite to let the person you like win? He didn't like this person yet but god their voice was attractive.

"Fine. Send the request." He decided.

"Sent, fucker."

The game resulted in a tie because this stranger actually knew what they were doing. They both threw friendly insults at each other the whole time of course, making each of them laugh a little.

"Okay fine. The great Kodzuken himself almost beat me. Im almost honored to have a great streamer almost beat me."

"Well you almost beat me too- uh-" Kenma stuttered over the fact that he didn't know how to address this stranger.

"Oh! Call me Y/n." The person giggled.

"You can uh, call me Kenma."

"Oh you don't want me to repeat your title over and over like everyone else?" They laughed.

"No, friends don't call me that. They use my name name." His ears were burning.

"Friends, huh? Guess that means you owe me your number so we can schedule a rematch where I can properly beat your ass."

"Huh, guess so."

A few months had gone by and Y/n and Kenma were as close as they could be. They found out they live close by each other and began hanging out a lot.

Y/n would be in the back of his streams on occasion and wouldn't hesitate to speak up during them. Thats the thing about Y/n. They've always been so outspoken. Since the start. Everything they talk about comes so easy to Y/n. Nothing is held back. Kenma knows everything about them. He on the other hand is still a bit closed off. Quiet. The two are so opposite yet so alike. Kenma doesn't speak much about himself, opting to listen.

Especially when talking about past relationships.

One night, they were sat in Kenmas room in separate chairs, letting conversations flow.

"So, you've dated but why have the relationships ended?" Y/n asked.

"Ah, I dont know- its not important. Why did yours end?" Kenma flipped the question as he always does.

"One guy cheated," Y/n tossed a piece of popcorn in the air, missing their mouth and brushing it off. "One girl left because she was leaving for school, and one guy just didn't mesh with me. Your turn." Y/n pushed the question back.

"Uh- well. I don't click with people easily. I'm pretty closed off so when I date it usually ends in hurt feelings by accident or they get sick of me." Kenma finally admitted.

"Huh." Y/n flopped onto their stomach on the bed after setting down the popcorn. "Don't you like anyone though? Like- if you liked someone enough, do you think you would give opening up a shot?"

"I mean I guess. Nobody ever takes the time to...pry me open." That got a laugh out of Y/n. Good. "But yeah I do like someone."

Sitting up suddenly, Y/n became visibly excited.

"TELL ME WHO."

"No god no- it isnt important." Kenmas ears burned again.

"Come onnnnn. Its gotta be someone big time cool to earn your heart. I have to approve."

Y/n pulled Kenma from his chair to the bed, not letting go of his hand as he sat down.

"Theyre very cool- and very sweet. Understanding. Someone who stands up for me and makes me comfortable-" Kenma began gushing.

"Do I know them?" Y/n interrupted.

"Y-yeah. You sure do." Kenma scratched the back of his neck.

"Oooh ok, a guessing game. Describe them more- their looks!" Y/n held his hand tighter, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Well- ok." Kenma took a deep breath and decided he could be vague enough. "Theyre short. As short if not shorter than me. Competitive. Very cute smile-"

"TOO VAGUE give me the JUICY DETAILS" Y/n pushed.

"They uh- they have..pretty eyes." He was staring at this point, eyes wandering around Y/ns face to find more things to describe. "cute nose too I guess. Squishy cheeks. Glasse-"

"WHO THE HELL IS IT KENMA- its starting to sound like youre describing me." Y/n laughed.

"No- I'm totally not!" Kenma rushed.

"Tell this person you like them. You look so happy when you talk about them. Its kind of sickening."

"I can't just do that." Kenma stated flatly.

"Yeah you can."

"No-"

"DO ITTTT. Nothing to be scared of- it's CUTE. They would be dumb to not like you."

Kenma sighed, knowing he couldn't tell Y/n the truth about who he liked. What does he usually do when he's put in a corner like this? Oh thats right-

"Who do you like then Y/n?" He asked, proud of himself for deflecting again.

"Oh thats easy. You." Y/n said, letting go of his hand and laying back on the bed, leaving Kenma sitting up and stunned.

"What? No I mean a crush idiot. Who do you liiikkkeee?" Kenma pushed, hoping he didn't hear Y/n wrong.

"You, Kenma. I've had a crush since our first tie in a game. Thought that was obvious-"

Kenma flopped back on the bed as well. The both of them looking at each other.

"Oh. My person is uh... really... open and honest." Kenma said quietly.

"Is that why you wont tell them?" Y/n asked just as hushed.

"Yeah... what if right now they say yes but then their feelings change one day? That would hurt so bad. Worse than not telling them ever." He whispered.

There was silence. They knew what they both just admitted. Kenmas heart started racing. This might've fucked everything up. He might lose them. But they like him too so why is he so scared?

Y/n held his hand again.

"I know that youre scared because I'm so open...but hey... If you wanna give it a try..." Y/n whispered, scared about whether or not their honesty fucked them over.

"You might be right this time Y/n." Kenma whispered.

The space between them was closed due to both of them being drawn together like magnets in that moment. A sweet kiss.

"Let's try it then. I'll work on... being more open if you'd like." Kenma said.

"Kenma. I dont want you to change one bit. I like you the way you are."

Acceptance. It was the best thing Kenma has ever felt.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 12]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, overstimulation, tiniest mentions of daddy!kink, a lil bit of a filler chapter!, this is the most btsvt chapter that it’ll ever get so i’m sorry if you dont like that!! 😭😭, a bit of a lighthearted chapter too tbh to ease everyone back into cherry bomb! 💕 I know its been like two fuckin weeks since the last update which is honestly insane to me! I almost couldnt remember where we even left off lmao kdjfhds 😩💕💕 Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting it out while we had two weeks of Monster Mash! Starting Monday, I’m gonna be going back to my normal posting schedule! 💕 have a great rest of the weekend, yall! 🍒 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - ?

“Wait, seriously? You want to work here? But--but I thought you were from out of town?”

Jun’s eyes light up with excitement; fingertips crushing the resume you passed to him moments prior. “Um, well, there was a change of plans… and I’d really like to work somewhere where I have a friend! If you guys are still hiring, that is...” You reply back meekly.

It’d taken you all morning to write up a resume, blushing a little when you realize most of your income had been from camming. It’d also made you pause for a moment when you realized that it meant Jun would also know your real name too; as well as everyone who came through the diner and all of your coworkers.

“Yeah, of course! I, um, just give me a second to pass this to my manager, okay? I’ll be sure to put in a good word!” Jun shoots you a wink before he turns to leave.

You take the opportunity to sit down at a nearby booth, fishing for your phone to text Seungcheol.

‘I think I might be getting the job!!’

cheollie ✨: oh? Not that I doubted you, but is it confirmed already?

‘Mm… Jun is trying to put in a word for me! But I’m confident!’

cheollie ✨: thats my baby ;)

You hear someone call your name hesitantly, only to find Jun standing a few feet away looking at you sheepishly. “Um, sorry, your name’s on the resume so I figured…”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s fine!” You awkwardly giggle. “I figured writing ‘Cherry’ as my name wouldn’t be too smart when you need to cross-reference my ID if I get the job.” Jun laughs as he takes the seat across from you in the booth, papers in hand.

“Well, I convinced my manager to let me interview you. Told him that if we’d be workin’ together that I’d want to scope you out for myself! He bought it, can you believe it!?” Grinning, he sets your crumpled resume down next to a small stack of papers. “I don’t doubt you’d pull your weight around here but I do have to ask… Why here of all places? I thought your, uh, other job was enough? Or I guess I assumed...” You bite your lip, flip-flopping on whether or not you wanted to let him know exactly what happened that led to your sudden decision.

“Um… There were just some big life changes I had to make on the fly and I’ll be living around here now! I’m trying out some new things… I also figured if I worked with you, then you’d know my schedule the best too! And you seem like a really nice and cool guy.”

Jun nods, smiling back at you.

“You got that right!”

“You’re seriously going to start working there?” Jeongguk raises a brow, cables in hand as he sets up the extra PC in his streaming room. “And the guy working there knows you? That doesn’t bother you?”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “Yeah and he knows me now too. And knows I’d kick his ass if he tried anything.” You pout from your place in the expensive gaming chair; eyes focused on Jeongguk who shimmies under the desk to start plugging in the cables.

“Well, yeah he does know me, but he’s also one of my regulars and knows the schedules I’ll need, so I think we can trust him!” They both nod and Seungcheol is quick to cross the small room until he’s right behind you.

“He seems like a nice guy though, I don’t think we have to worry.”

Jeongguk slides out from underneath the desk, dusting off his pants as he stands. “And if he does end up being a weirdo, there’s always a place for you at the roller rink!”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, hands gripping onto the backrest of the chair.

“No.”

“Hey guys, welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m JK, your regular host! Today, we have a suuuper special guest! Why don’t you introduce yourself, pretty lady~”

You take a deep breath as you lean in close to the mic; somewhat nervous and a little out of your usual element. “Hi everyone~ I’m Cherry! Some of you may know me from, um, the other side of the streaming-sphere but I’m joining my friend today in hopes of boosting our channels together and having a ‘lil bit of fun!!”

Seungcheol sits at the side as he watches the two of you; a small smile painted on his lips at the way the two of you seem to fall into your characters easily despite the somewhat different platforms and influx of different viewers.

The sound of donations and comments pour in a lot quicker than Jeongguk, himself, is used to; eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he pauses to watch them flood the screen.

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

xcaliburDK has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: never thought i’d be donating here but here we are

xcaliburDK: i was always a silent watcher but u kno i had to donate for my favorite girl!

seokGENIE: i feel like i’m entitled to something for taking your shift so i wont be donating, sorry pretty girl

j__min: can’t believe this kid got a collab with you before i did :(

j__min has donated $200

dtsug__a: i dont normally watch streams either but im curious

Jeongguk laughs, still in disbelief as the donations continue to pour in from a combination of your viewers and his. He always made a decent amount from his viewers but he couldn’t deny the pull you had from your viewers as well. “Wow, um okay, my donations are adding up a lot quicker than they usually do. That’s… Hey, whaddya say to streaming with me regularly?” He jokes. 

A shy laugh bubbles up your throat; ears and cheeks burning hot at the idea. You had never collabed with any other streamer before and despite your initial hesitance and unsureness, you too, were shocked to find how well the two of you were doing without your usual content.

“Erm, I’m not very good at gaming though… I don’t think your viewers would like it very much...”

seokGENIE: thats ok jk sucks at gaming too, it wouldnt be too different

j__min: lmao fkjdhf

dtsug__a: does he get roasted often on this channel? If so i’ll be tuning in more often

dtsug__a has donated $100

dtsug__a: for your troubles, pretty gal

“On second thought, let’s let this be a special occasion, huh? Maybe collabs for the holiday, Cherry?” Jeongguk grumbles and Seungcheol has to bite his lip to keep in his laughs from his side of the small room. You start to feel more and more comfortable at the lighthearted atmosphere; tucking a stray hair behind your ear before you lean in towards the mic again.

“Ah! Speaking of, don’t forget to tune into my camshow tomorrow~! JK and I will be gaming on there as well but… with some added fun to match my channel~! 21 and over only~” You blink at the computer screen, still a little unused to the idea that you weren’t technically being filmed. Although, it was a nice change for once; not needing to be all done up for a show and simply just talking to your viewers and reading comments.

sleepy_wonu: is dom daddy gonna be on the show too?

“Dom daddy? Oh you mean Se---”

“Yes! Kind of!” You cut off, laughing nervously. Nobody knew Seungcheol’s name except for Jun and you were trying to keep as much of him private as possible, until he was ready. “In a sense, he’ll be there! You guys will just have to tune in to find out!”

Jeongguk laughs into his own mic, scooting in closer to his desk as he loads up the game.

“I think that’s enough chatting for now, huh? Let’s get started! Tonight we’ll be playing Phasmophobia! We’ll be playing something more lighthearted on Cherry’s channel, as she requested. So tonight we’ll be playing something I picked out. You ready, baby?”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, quietly taking a sip of his water.

“Ready when you are!”

“I gotta say, sweetheart, for someone who doesn’t play video games too often, you’re not too bad.” Seungcheol comments, nodding his head in amazement as the three of you exit Jeongguk’s PC room. He’d had a hard time keeping in his laughs as he watched from the side and he had to admit, you were even cuter when you were outside of your usual element.

“I have to agree with hyung, but maybe it was also the adrenaline and screaming that kept you goin’.”

The two males share a laugh as you pout and plop down onto Jeongguk’s living room sofa. “Hey, how were the numbers for tonight, by the way?” You ask quietly.

“Honestly? I think we made almost triple of what my channel usually sees. I know I don’t really make a ton off of my streams since I don’t really do anything, like, crazy but shit… Even I’m shocked at how much we made.”

Seungcheol’s lip ease into a smirk; Jeongguk really had no idea how much the two of you had made off of a couple videos alone.

“We still have one more stream to do and then we can just pool up the money and split it down the middle!”  

Jeongguk nods, stretching as he sits himself down onto the other end of the sofa. “I’ll bring my spare PC stuff so we can set up a little early tomorrow, if that’s cool with you two? Maybe have some food before we get started too ‘cause god knows I’m gonna be starving.” You look to Seungcheol who nods and checks his phone for the time.

“Yeah, we need to set up the cameras and lighting a little differently too so we’ll probably start earlier. Just text me before you drive over so we know when to expect you.”

You yawn next to Jeongguk; adrenaline having worn off as the tiredness finally sets in. “It’s so weird, usually I’m only just starting my stream right around this time but I’m so exhausted now...” Seungcheol’s eyes from cute crescents as he smiles down at you, stepping closer as he goes in to smooth down your hair.

“You really were screaming a lot, to be fair. How about we head home and you can sleep in the car?”

“Okay~”

Seungcheol lets you sleep in on Saturday morning, watching as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths.

He takes a moment to think over the last few weeks of his life and he can’t help the disbelieving expression that crosses his features when he realizes just how much had changed over the course of just weeks.

When the two of you had met, he wasn’t expecting much. He expected the two of you to hang out for a few days before you went home and forgot he even existed outside of your camshows and the comments section. But now that so much had happened between the two of you, Seungcheol felt a deeper connection to you and felt the need to protect you even moreso than ever.

He sees you shift slightly, sleepy eyes blinking open as you peer up at him. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Mm… g’morning ‘cheol…”

You grimace sleepily at how hoarse your voice sounds, “Ew, I sound so… gross.”

Seungcheol moves to get out of bed, leaning in to kiss your forehead before he shuffles towards the bathroom. “I’m going to wash up but you can stay in bed if you like. I’ll make you some tea for your throat, okay? We have a long day ahead of us and I don’t think you wanna sound like that later tonight.”

Nodding sleepily, you lay back down as you yawn and let the sleep take over once again.

“Are you really sure ‘bout this?” Jeongguk takes a bite of his pizza as he watches Seungcheol pull the desk closer to the bed.

“What do you mean?” You ask; readjusting the light that was closest to the younger male. “Like, I dunno, I’ve never been on a cam show like this so… I mean do I have to do anything different?” You laugh lightly as you go in to pat Jeongguk on the shoulder.

“No, just be you. And we went over it already earlier, the only thing that’s different is going to be me! No weird tricks or anything, I promise.”

Seungcheol places another monitor on the tabletop, grunting as he goes. “Yeah, and in all honesty, I would hate to have to watch you get off, ‘Guk.”

“Oh shut up, hyung. You say that like I don’t know what you’re packin’ under those sweats. I think it’d only be fair! Just two bros getting to know each other.” Seungcheol pretends to gag just as you double over in laughter. “No, absolutely not, ‘Guk. And also, nobody told you to watch those videos!”

Jeongguk pauses, lips pressing into a firm line. “You right, you right…”

You leave to get changed just as Jeongguk starts to help Seungcheol set up the last few bits of equipment. He leans in close to the older male, eyes glancing around the space to make sure you were completely out of earshot. “Hey, hyung, honest question.”

“Sure.”

“Are you really okay with all this?” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he raises an eyebrow at the younger male. “What’s ‘this’ exactly, ‘Guk?”

“Y’know, her living here and you camming all of a sudden, among everything else really… And the question if you’re in love with her which, by the way, we still all know that you are.”

A blush coats Seungcheol’s skin, fingertips almost losing grip of the camera he was about to mount to the desktop. “Listen, yes, okay, I do… like her a lot. But she’s going through a lot right now too and I don’t want to freak her out either. There’s a lot of life changes we’re going through so I’m just going to ...wait.”

“You’re a good man, hyung.”

“Hi everyone!”

You wave to the camera, winking and blowing a kiss to the camera propped up between the two monitors on the table. “I know, this setup is a little wild and not my normal but this is part two of my collaboration with Golden Closet Gaming! Do you want to introduce yourself to those who missed our other stream?” You turn to Jeongguk who nods; this time a little nervous as he stares directly into the camera.

He’d said he was okay with being filmed since he wasn’t actually part of any sexual acts, but he still found himself a little camerashy now that the two of you were live.

Seungcheol sat directly behind the monitors and cameras; his phone open to your cam show to watch from a different angle.

“Ah, hello! I’m JK of Golden Closet Gaming! I’m a friend of Cherry’s and no we won’t be fuckin’.” Jeongguk ends with an innocent smile that has you holding back your laughter.

therealchan99: i dont think dom.cheol would like that very much anyway

universe_WZ has donated $100

universe_WZ: unless he’s into watching

dom.cheol: no

alphagyu97: oh shit hes back

angelhan: huh, so hes not there?

“Oh, he is! He’s behind the camera~” You gesture beyond the camera to where Seungcheol sits and he leans over to quickly wave upside down in front of the camera to prove his existence.

j__min: ah, of course~ we know your daddy would never let you play with anyone else~

j__min: he likes you too much ;)

emerald.tae: oh? also hi new watcher!!!

emerald.tae: ur videos were great!!

emerald.tae has donated $200

therealchan99: im gonna need to start fighting ppl for ur attention i swear

gentleman_josh95: implying u had it

chwenon: yooooooo lmao

“You guuuuys, be nice! Just for that, I’m gonna be sending you a special private pic, okay ‘therealchan99’? You guys pick on him too much!” You pout.

therealchan99: hahaahhAHhhahaHAAHAA FUCKIN LOSERS SUCK ON THAT

tangerine_kwan: bruh

chwenon: damn guess we should can it

You respond to a few more comments as Jeongguk sits by and watches the way you interact with your viewers. He also takes note that you had a donation minimum before you started actually doing anything on your channel and that you’d already hit it pretty quickly.

“Okay! I think we should start now, huh? Oh, I should explain what’s going on!” You giggle cutely, settling into your space on the bed. “So JK and I will be playing this stilt man game! We have to get our character to the finish line without falling or the level restarts! JK has to get to level 30 and I have to get to level 20 and whoever reaches their goal first, wins!”

“I have a higher level to reach ‘cause our skillsets are different and we all know I’d smoke her if we both had to reach the same level.” Jeongguk grins.

seokGENIE: sure

seokGENIE has donated $69

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $100

“And the reason why ‘dom.cheol’ is behind the camera is because...” You pause, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you stare directly into the lens. “In order to get me to do my best, he’ll be controlling a special toy I’m wearing~ Hehe, if my character falls, he’ll raise the vibration setting each time as punishment and leave it on until I cum…”

“Which we are assuming will be a lot. Unfortunately, no medic on standby.” Jeongguk jokes. Seungcheol rolls his eyes as he laughs from behind the camera.

“We have a safeword, don’t we, sweetheart?” You nod in response, “Mmhmm!”

“Let’s get it!”

It takes all of four stages before your character falls for the first time.

Seungcheol turns the vibrating panties on and you immediately jolt as you try to keep your character upright on screen. “Oh, f-fuck!”

kitty_junjun: uh ohhhh it begins

artist8hao: i don’t think she’s gonna last.. babygirl is so sensitive, she’ll probably cum soon

xcaliburDK: i’m giving it until level 6 before she cums

emerald.tae: oh are we placing bets

“Noooo~ Don’t place bets on me, I’m weak!” You whine; already squirming as the vibrations attack your clit. Seungcheol grins from in front of you as Jeongguk laughs from your side, already on level 7 on his own screen.

You had to admit, it was a little weird for someone else to be in the room with you while Seungcheol basically used a toy on you, but the younger male seemed to not care about it at all. Although, he had already seen most of you and Seungcheol at this point.

Your fingertips are shaky on the keyboard and computer mouse; already fearing the way Seungcheol’s eyes almost become darker the longer you struggle.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is the game too hard?”

“A-ah, n--no, it’s not that b-bad…” Squirming, you grind down a little harder onto the bed just as your character falls on screen and Seungcheol raises the setting to the second highest in the blink of an eye. “Ngh, fuh---fuck!”

“Uh oh~ Should I slow down to let you catch up?” Jeongguk teases.

“N-no, I can beat y-you!”

The donations and comments pour in as you struggle to keep your calm and get your character to the finish line; letting out a sigh of relief as you finally enter the fifth level. You let out a choked sob as you already feel your panties starting to stick to you like a second skin from how wet you were getting and Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“You know, you’re technically allowed to cum whenever you want. It’ll just… slow you down, is all.” Grinning, he watches as you look beyond the camera towards him as you pout.

“But I--I wanna win!” You cry; palms clammy as you try to rush through the fifth stage, only for your character to fall almost immediately. “Nooo~”

Seungcheol clicks the vibrator to its highest setting and your body goes rigid as the vibrations wreck your body. You start to grind against the toy as you chase your orgasm and forget about the game almost completely. In a perfect world, Seungcheol would have his cock snug between your walls, but instead you clench around emptiness as you crave his cock.

artist8hao: ah shes already cumming lol

seokGENIE: on level 5? Fuck

universe_WZ: her cute lil cunt cant take it, poor babygirl

seokGENIE has donated $50

emerald.tae has donated $75

alphagyu97: cum baby, u kno u wanna

alphagyu97 has donated $75

A small choked whine is all you can manage before you do cum; eyes clamped shut and fingers wrapped tight around the computer mouse as the waves of pleasure crash down onto your body. Donations and comments flood the side of the screen from a combination of your viewers and Jeongguk’s as they watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re really falling behind~ JK is going through the stages so quickly while you’re sitting there cumming~” Seungcheol teases. He licks his lips, simultaneously wishing you were sitting on his cock while you played your game.

That’d have to be for another time, he thinks.

It takes a second for Seungcheol to turn the toy off and your body immediately slumps forward as you catch your breath. “Ngh, d-damn it…” You grimace when you re-adjust yourself and find your panties soaking wet.

“I’m already on level 17, babe. You gotta catch up!”

You can only groan in response, flexing your clammy fingers before you try to focus on your own screen again.

kitty_junjun: oho looks like our princess is focused now

tangerine_kwan: u got this baby

j__min: show ‘em who’s boss, babygirl

You tune out the sounds of the comments and donations as you manage to get yourself to level eight without falling, but level nine proves to be just a little too hard as your character falls and Seungcheol turns the vibrator back on to its lowest setting again.

“Be careful, baby. Wouldn’t want to fall behind again would you?”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats as he watches you bite your lip. And for the first time all night, he wishes that Jeongguk would just win and go home so that he could have his own private time with you.

“I’m on level 22 already. D’you think she can even catch up?” Jeongguk teases. He spares you a side glance, taking in your form slumped closer to the table as you try to fight the vibrations.

Your body was already extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and you quickly losing your confidence as you struggled to keep your character upright. If you came even just one more time, there was no way that you’d be able to beat Jeongguk with how quickly he was going through the stages.

therealchan99: she’s cumming just as quickly as JK is getting thru the stages hfdsf

gentleman_josh95: shes so cute when she cums tho

angelhan has donated $50

angelhan: thats the real prize angel

“T-thank you…” You whimper out, fingertips twitching against the keyboard and mouse as you focus your attention to the game to the best of your ability. 

You manage to get to level ten with no more issues just as Jeongguk gets to level 25 and you let out an exasperated sigh as your character falls over again. “Uh oh~ I think I’m gonna win!” Jeongguk cheers; giddiness washing over him as he works to get to the end. 

“Nooo~ That’s n-not, ah, fair!” Whining, you grip the mouse tighter as Seungcheol raises the setting on the toy again, watching as you rub your thighs together at the feeling. 

hoshi_tiger_xx: sadly nothings fair in the gaming world babe

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

dtsug__a has donated $50

dtsug__a: cute for thinkin so tho 

“I don’t th--think I can, hah, c-catch up...” You moan. Your character on screen falls over one more time and all you hear is Seungcheol’s small ‘tsk’ under his breath as he sets the vibrator to the highest setting and leaves it there. 

It doesn’t take long before the vibrations prove to be too much for you and you let go of the keyboard and computer mouse as your hands ball up into fists on top of the table. 

The pleasure washes over you in sharp pin pricks; small whines and whimpers falling from your lips as your eyes completely clamp shut. 

Jeongguk lets out a surprised noise at the way the donations and comments almost make the screen lag and for the first time, his character on screen falls over at his split second loss of focus. 

“Ah, fuh--fuck!” You start to squirm once the pleasure starts to bleed into overstimulation and Seungcheol is quick to respond, “You’re gonna cum one more time as punishment for giving up, sweetheart.” 

alphagyu97: ooo she's in troubleeee

gentleman_josh95: ahhh daddy still has to punish you after all 

seokGENIE: damn is this what this channels abt? this is hot 

artist8hao: babygirl always misbehaves

chwenon: she seems to like it too much 😏

dtsug__a: hooooo shit, thats hot 

“It’s n-not my f-fault, hah, JK is j-just good at g-gaming...” You mumble. 

Jeongguk manages to get to level 30 within the time you sit and grind against the toy; small noises of excitement falling from his lips as he cheers for himself!

“Aww, poor baby. Maybe you’ll focus a bit better next time, hmm?” 

You nod frantically as a small tear slips down your cheek and your lips part in a breathy moan. “God, I--I’m c--cumming!” 

Your body locks up, ears ringing as you cum one more time. Seungcheol wishes he could work you through it; hands massaging your skin as you take your pleasure or thrusting his cock into you as he chased his high with you. 

Instead he watches from across you as your body twitches as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss, licking his lips the entire time with images of what could’ve been dancing behind his eyelids. 

Jeongguk watches as the donations far surpass what the two of you made on his channel; brows disappearing into his poofy head of hair. “Wow, uh, y’all seem to really like it when she gets punished, huh?” He mutters under his breath. 

“Don’t you?” Seungcheol teases. 

“Truuuuue.” 

A garbled moan has both of their attention on you as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit. “Ah, ‘m too sen--sensitive now...” You cry. 

Seungcheol turns the toy off completely as your chest heaves in deep breaths; pouting at the fact he wasn’t able to enter the camera frame to take care of you. 

Jeongguk grimaces slightly at the way your body sways in tiredness next to him, unsure of what to do next now that he’d won. 

“Haha, um, medic?” 

[thompsborn]

do you have any spare ironhusbands or sambucky headcanons?

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

oh my god okay i’ve been so fucking wrapped up in both ironhusbands and sambucky and absolutely nothing else for WEEKS because of tfatws (obviously if you have seen my endless spam of reblogs but can you BLAME ME) and the portal closed has ironhusbands so i’ve been just. oh my god i am happily drowning in this and them and i do not need nor want air. ok.

also these are all hc’s based just in canon not au, and lol warning this got so long help me, though my brain is so scrambled from tfatws finale that all sambucky thoughts are scrambled and jumbled so i wasn't able to coordinate them as well as ironhusbands so the ironhusbands section is definitely longer pfighf i'm so sorry i'm like this

ironhusbands:

when they met at mit tony didnt know shit. like. like nothing. he didnt know a single god damn thing about anything. like he was a genius he could solve any equation given to him and baffled professors when he was handed like two supposedly impossible equations to this fuckin fourteen year old and he just looked at them with like a mcdonalds burger or some shit hanging out of his mouth and just answered them no problem, but he was still such a hopeless idiot, and rhodey, also a genius attending as a sixteen year old, had to teach him the basics of life, like. making toast. tony how do NOT know how to make toast. its TOAST. you put it in the TOASTER. have you NEVER SEEN A—OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU FUCKING CATCH IT ON FIRE—

he does not perfect the clearly impossible task of making toast until he is 17 and rhodey buys him a cake to celebrate the momentous occasion even though tony went though 528 toasters

you are gold by the national parks. thats it. thats all i have to say. listen to the song and look up the lyrics. you’ll get it.

and also paper planes by jon bellion but specifically for after rhodey tells tony he’s gonna join the air force and tony is worried but doesnt know how to show it and they have like a chill night in and all tony can think about is how stupid he is and how he’s such a coward because he cant get himself to tell rhodey that hi!! i love u!! and im scared to lose u and that you’ll get hurt and maybe die or smth!!

when rhodey finds out about how tony was raised (going with mcu, where tony wasnt physically abused but more emotionally neglected and ignored by howard and always talked down to and compared to others and wasnt treated like he was worthy and never was told he was loved and everything like that) he gets PISSED. like he is MONUMENTALLY angry. and it takes YEARS for him to find out about this too. and it actually puts a bit of a strain on their friendship for awhile when they meet too

like rhodey knows about the starks obviously and he assumes tony is going to be this obnoxious arrogant rich boy asshole and is so not looking forward to being roommates but he was raised to have an open mind and give everyone a chance, but tony was raised to be wary of everyone and keep his walls up and his emotions in shackles because whatever he shows can be used against him, so they clash, you know? they dont fight or anything but theres tension bc it isnt right and they dont get each other.

rhodey tries to be nice and tony doesnt understand nice because his only example of nice is jarvis and his mom and even then his mom and jarvis are always off with his dad so he barely sees them so its still rare for him to experience the nice of them so he doesnt know how to be around someone nice all the time, and so he gets defensive and thinks about how howard drilled it into him to be wary and he thinks maybe rhodey isnt ACTUALLY nice but someone PRETENDING to be

and rhodey starts to feel justified in assuming the worst about tony stark because tony is all cold and distant and rude and is about to stop the keeping an open mind thing about a month into their first year but then he comes back to their dorm early from class one day and tony doesnt come in so rhodey is just standing there and watches for a minute as tony sits there staring down at his twenty sixth attempt at a letter he wants to send his mom becauss he knows his mom likes letters even though he could just call but they havent really called him (howards fault but he’s fourteen still and its hard to rationalize that howards busy life and controlling thumb extends past his son) and rhodey is just confused because tony just suddenly sighs and sniffles a bit and murmurs “this is so stupid” and crumbles up the paper and throws it in the garbage and rhodey cant help but peer into it and barely sees the words hey mom scribbled at the top and that. that. hm. okay.

so rhodey keeps trying because he wasnt supposed to see that but he did and now he kind of has a feeling that maybe tony isnt all that cold and distant and rude as he seems, maybe he just doesnt really know how to be any different, so he thinks about all the subtle little ways that his family has shown him they care about him and starts to invite tony to go get food or to study together even though neither of them really need to study or to help each other with assignments or just anything thats mundane enough to not raise suspicion but still starts to open the door and make tony relax around him just that little bit and then before tony realizes it the end of their first year is there and theyre like friends or something and it hits him that he’s gonna miss rhodey.

for the first time ever there’s someone other than his mom and jarvis that he’s actually going to miss.

rhodey grins at him and says that they’ll be roommates again next year because they have to be and that the summer will be over before they know it and the sentiment is nice but tony spends the summer alone wandering around a house too big and empty after being in a dorm that’s small and has a friend.

but rhodey doesn’t know this. like he knows that tony isn’t the kind of guy he originally assumed but he doesn’t know that he’s literally ignored and neglected and like emotionally and sometimes verbally abused so he’s kind of surprised when the next year begins and they DO end up being roommates again (because tony kind of asked his mom, on a rare day when he got to see her and howard wasnt around, to get mit to make sure they could be) and tony just HUGS him like its been years and they’ve known each other forever but he goes with it and hugs him back because maybe tony’s just more affectionate once he gets to know someone and rhodey is okay w that.

they get closer as the years go by and they graduate from mit together and they’re BEST friends and at the end of the year rhodey invites tony to spend new years eve w his family but tony cant bc howard is having some kind of gala starting at 5 because hes weird and dumb and tony hates it and he also isnt given the option of not going even though he doesnt want to but the entire way there howard drills into him about not fucking up and berates him for all the times he has in the past and when they get there tony is already just not feeling it so he’s like nope!! no!! i simply cannot!!

so he goes in and finds an exit thats in the back and he leaves and finds a fucking payphone of all things and he has rhodeys home number memorized for years now and he calls and someone he doesnt knoe answers and theres music in the background and voices and tony’s entire stomach is in his throat and his heart is sunken into his twisted gut because he just wanted one night where maybe he could smile next to his parents and feel like he fit with them but he couldnt have that and he asks to talk to rhodey and then he is and asks if its too late to accept his invite and rhodey is like yeah of course do u need my address bc its still only 5 pm and its a 2 hour drive between south philadelphia and manhattan so he’d make it with plenty of time before it got to midnight so yay

and tony is like. oh. hm. i dont know how to drive actually. that was a thing that no one ever thought to teach me even though i asked about it about ten million times. and rhodey is used to tony not knowing how to do things that most people their age can (see: the toast) and plus its not uncommon for people from new york to not drive anyway so he doesnt think anything of it and instead asks for tony’s address to come pick him up instead and they’d still make it back by like 9-9:30 so that would work too

and thats when tony is like. well.

about that.

he might be calling from a payphone.

on a random street corner.

and its kind of raining. and he’s cold. and he’s a bit dulled out from everything so he doesn’t really think about the fact that admitting this is going to lead to having to explain what happened and also why and that is happens often. but that doesnt matter because he kind of just wants to be with his best friend and not back at that gala with his dad right now.

rhodey is like,,, ok. ok. wheres a coffee shop nearby u can wait in. and tony thankfully is by a 24 hour one and tells him the name and the street corner its closest to and rhodey is like i’ll be there asap and tony goes and he waits.

a two hour drive turns into an hour and a half because rhodey is Worried™

but when he walks in tony goes from being all dulled out to being all HOLY SHIT because rhodey has a SPLIT LIP and he’s like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHAT THE FUCK WHAT

and rhodey’s like no no its good my uncle was having fun and trying to wrestle with me and he accidentally elbowed me its all good man dont worry about it

tony isnt used to accidentally being hurt tho so he’s still like hmmm but he takes rhodeys word on it and they head out and tony wont say what happened or why he was calling from a payphone ?? which btw tony literally only was able to do bc there happened to be dropped change on the ground because boy would not have change on him ok, but rhodeys like alright lets go with this for now

so they gets to the rhodes house and it is in full swing with family and extended family and adopted family bc they are 100% the family that just adopts the neighborhood kids and the people who have no one else and like ex boyfriends and ex girlfriends even after the relationship ends bc they still are family despite not dating whoever it was they had been dating in order to be introduced to them so its a LOT of people and tony is like. this is semi familiar in terms a lot of people but this is NOTHING like what he has ever seen before holy fucking SHIT

rhodey is just like oh u have a small family then? so ur used to smaller gatherings?

and tonys like wtf are gatherings

and rhodey is starting to get a feel for what might be wrong but just takes tony inside to get him changed because he’s not spending new years eve at the rhodes house in a fucking expensive suit ok

tony is completely out of his element and like he’s not the only white guy there bc again the rhodes adopt people and those people are of every race and nationally you can imagine but he just isnt used to the vibe there are people laughing and sitting close together and playing games and theres music playing but not like classy music its music people can dance to and are dancing to and the food isnt the food he’s used to at galas and shit and nothing is what he’s used to and he just sticks to rhodey’s side like a fucking lost puppy and tries his best not to look like an idiot when rhodey introduces him to people and a lot of them know who he is but dont judge him or assume shit about him bc obviously if he’s friends w rhodey then he’s a good guy and they want to know him and thats enough

but tony is v overwhelmed bc what the FUCK IS HAPPENING this is nothing like anything he has ever experienced EVER

so eventually rhodey can tell he’s getting overwhelmed and takes him inside and lets him have a breather and then asks him about whats going in and thats when rhodey learns about what tonys life at home is really like and. anger.

SO MUCH anger

because not only has every single assumption he has ever made about tony been proven wrong, but now he knows that the best person he knows has never been treated the way he deserves and has never known a true home and comfort and love and safety and

and he’s gonna fix it

and this is the first step

so he takes tony back out and they’re still just friends but this is the day they both quietly realize they might kind of definitely like each other as more because tony is still so confused by the fact that what he knows isnt the normal and overwhelmed by how much there is and how different it is but rhodey holds his hand as a grounding point and whenever it might be too much they move off to the side where they arent completely gone but its less hectic and a bit more quiet and its just nice

tony goes to rhodeys house for every holiday despite whatever howard says

rhodey decks howard the only time they ever meet before tonys parents die and he has the most shit eating grin on his face afterwards that tony cant help but lose his shit laughing his ass off

anyway i didnt mean to ramble for so long about that specific idea so i’ll end the ironhusbands ramble with this one last thought, which is as follows:

rhodey gets hurt in the air force at some point, and it isnt that bad tbh but he does have to go the hospital and shit and gets stitches or whatever idk i dont know what specifically happens i just think it’d be just bad enough that it takes him a few weeks to be able to go back to work but he’s not like OH GOD HURT yk?

but like stated above tony was scared and worried when rhodey told him he was gonna go into the air force so he hears about this and they’re probably like almost 30 at this point because they’re dumb and it takes them forever to get their heads out of their asses (i say this even though in the portal closed it takes them even longer but i digress) rhodey has like his mon his sister his niece visiting him and they were worried but they know hes fine so theyre just talking and in a good mood and then—

door slams open. tony stark enter stage left. disheveled suit, fresh from a meeting he definitely was not supposed to leave, having flown in from maibu the second he heard and then had happy drive him and then got impatient because of traffic and ended up sprinting like ten blocks while happy was like what the FUCK

of course rhodeys family are well aware that these idiots are desperately in love with each other so they’re just like lol ok and just leave the room while tony starts fretting over him like he’s about to die himself if he doesnt know if rhodey is okay and rhodey is like tony tony dude tones stop tony im okay tony stop it

until finally tony just fucking breaks down like full on tears in his eyes voice cracking hands clasped as he leans against rhodeys bed and tells him that he was so scared and he is so scared all the time whenever rhodey is out there because all he can think about is losing him and him getting hurt or dying and it’s maddening and this is when they get their heads out of their asses and kiss for the first time

(irony at its finest bc later when they are married and tony becomes iron man rhodey refuses to not have a suit of his own because if tony is going out there in a metal flying tin can then he isn’t going alone and wow what a power couple)

sambucky:

firstly i’m going to go post tfatws, but i’ll make a bullet point before going into it so if you wanna read up until that point you can but most of this will be random little headcanons based post tfatws

also it isnt like a whole plotline thing like the ironhusbands ones ended up being these ones are more random and kinda all over the place but loosely connected

update from after writing this: i lied

let me start by saying my interpretation of why they are the way they are in civil war is because of steve

thats not saying steve is the bad guy i mean to say that they’re jealous of each other because they thought that THEY were steve’s best friend who the fuck is THIS guy i dont want him here go away

children. they are children.

which i find very funny to imagine from sams pov because he literally is a licensed therapist and would 100% recognize why he’s acting how he is but he’s petty enough to do it anyway

and also he literally was helping steve track bucky down but i like to imagine that sam didnt think they’d ever really find him again and it’d just make him and steve like super mega best friends or something because hes a CHILD

and then from bucky’s pov steve goes through all this trouble to find him and protect him and then this random guy is acting like steve’s best friend and gets to sit in the front seat ??? bullshit. absolutely bullshit. worst thing ever. so stupid.

its so funny to me okay its SO funny

its like that schoolyard thing where your friend makes another friend and you hate it so much that you do something stupid like color on their drawing or put gum in their hair or whatever but they’re adults with 1. super soldier serum or 2. a superhero reputation/avengers status and suit with wings. so thats a thing.

post civil war i dont think they get much yk. because bucky is out in cryo and team cap is on the run and i doubt theyre able to return to wakanda much, if at all, and then it’s infinity war and then it’s endgame and after endgame there’s the aftermath and the aftermath is a mess

i like to think they have some moments before tfatws though. not many but enough for that slight foundation thats we can kind of see in episode 2 yk.

okay NOW it gets into post tfatws so!!

SO post tfatws everything is different because now they not only have spent all this time together, but they understand each other in a way that they didn’t before. in a way no one ever has. not even steve, who may have known them before, but he isn’t here anymore and he wouldn’t understand who they are now vs who they were before and it’s different.

bucky finds comfort in sam’s home town. sam finds comfort in watching bucky find a home there and he doesnt know why.

also sam treats redwing like a puppy and lets him fly around on his own and gets pet and stuff and bucky acts annoyed but the longer it happens you can tell he’s like “oh my god why is this thing endearing”

bucky has nightmares and sam knows this but bucky doesnt know that sam also has nightmares until one night when they’re still in sams home town and they’re staying on the boat because sams nephews are having a sleepover with some friends and they didnt want to get in the way or smth idk i just want an excuse for them to be on the boat and somewhat secluded from people but bucky already woke up from his nightmare and is out on the deck to get some fresh out and then oop

sam havin a nightmare too

because fucking of COURSE sam has nightmares he has been through some shit too!! not being able to catch riley and everything that happened since meeting steve and thanos and he turned to dust alone in the bushes ok like yes everyone that died were traumatized undoubtedly (peter my baby boy baby im so sorry that you got the worst of it) but bucky was around people but sam was laying on the ground and probably just watched his hands as he disappeared and he was alone and like. jesus christ ok.

and then steve trusted him with every weight and everything that comes with the shield not knowing how much more the shield has when he gave it to a black man and just like he has nightmares everyone in marvel does its a fact

but bucky finds out like this and he is shocked even though he realizes he probably should have been able to guess that this is a thing and he knows so much more about sam now than he ever did but this is how he learns more. he learns about riley. he learns so much.

sometimes bucky has those like “oh shit” moments where he’s like “maybe i was kind of a dick to someone who didnt deserve it” and he already had one of those with sam about the shield but he has another one because he assumed shit about sam when they were being all childish and jealous about someone else being friends with steve but like fuck

steve and sam probably got it

the not catching someone. the way it felt to try and to reach out and to miss and to have to choice but to watch as they fell.

what’s different is that steve got bucky back. he got to have that relief, eventually, even if there was the pain of knowing bucky had been taken by hydra, but at least he knew bucky had made it.

sam didn’t have that. riley didnt make it.

therefore, bucky has his “oh shit”

and bucky was already going soft around the edges with sam (as clearly seen in the last two episodes of tfatws, ESPECIALLY the finale because like did tou SEEZ ALL THE HEART EYES oh my GOD) but it’s this that really makes something in him melt and he just. he loses the last remnants of whatever tension or resentment or whatever negative feeling he may have been clutching onto.

there wasnt much left. but now theres none. now its all washed away.

its gone, and he gets it.

sam is a licensed therapist and he knew the reason he was being all dumb and childish and jealous with bucky was because steve had another best friend but also because steve’s other best friend was the guy that had been a big factor in how him and steve understood each other and how they bonded and it

it had kind of felt like they lost part of that when they found bucky again in civil war and he kind of wanted to blame bucky for it even though he didnt actually blame him at all so all it translated to was that dumb kind of jealous thing instead

but now it’s just them. its sam and bucky and it isnt steve and it isnt about steve and it shouldnt be because its about them. its about the boat and the water and the way they sit and watch the waves while the silence settles over them and the way that bucky says, “im sorry.”

its the way sam says, “me too.”

and bucky says, “you dont have to be.”

its the way they stay there until sarah comes to get them for breakfast and sams nephews convince them to play with them and their friends and the world is still shit and there is so much to do but

but its this and its them and that can wait

it can wait

they can take their time if they want to

maybe they’ve earned that much, at least

(it isn't a fast development because they're a complicated pair and there's so much to the two of them that need to figured out individually before they can even realize how well they work together, but the steps are so much easier knowing that they have the other in their corner and bucky knows that sam's home town is a place he's welcome to go and sam helps him make his own dreary little apartment into something that feels real and tangible with a bed and a couch and when they've become something that resembles stable and they've found a balance and they're okay, that's when they realize that maybe they can try for the more that sometimes bubbles under their skin and that they started to think about the more they spend time together. the warmth that sam feels every time he sees bucky playing games with his nephew and the smile that bucky has to fight to hide and still can't fully suppress when sam stands tall and proud with the shield in its rightful place, and it takes time, it takes work, it takes carefully placed bricks to build the foundation they need, but they get there, and when they do...

when they do, they're already happy, and it just makes them happier, and that's what makes it so much better.

that's what makes it worth the wait.)

[reynie-muldoons]

'A Whisper, Not a Shout' liveblog!

0:00 I'm screeching I've been looking forward to this so much

1:30 so that's Miss Perumal, right? Right???

1:30 WAIT HOLD ON Number Two was sleeping????

1:48 I'm sorry but Number Two being ready to fire at will with a slingshot is funny as hell to me

1:58 Oh, I guess Rhonda makes sense too. But like what is she doing out at night if she's not the one keeping watch

2:10 as always, the intro slaps

3:14 WAIT HAHAHA Sticky yelling about cheating in the open is so in character 😂😂 so is Kate giving him shit for it

3:22 tactical advantage? Constance, as always, in on something different

3:44 ah yes, convenient Dr. Curtain is convenient

4:16 is....is she spearing a fish

4:25 is that water deep enough to even have octopus?? 😂

4:37 OOH GO RHONDA

4:43 OOOOHHHHH that's where the badminton racket from the intro comes in!!

5:15 dont fucking tell me the episode is named after an octopus dish and not the fucking Whisperer

5:29 they do all seem a bit rattled, that's a good way to put it

5:36 he cares about the kids so much stoppp 🥺

6:14 the hand gestures speak volumes 😂

6:41 workplace matters?? Workplace matters??? How is Milligan so goddamn funny on every occasion 😂😂

6:50 HIS FACE EATING THE OCTOPUS HAHAHA

6:55 here we gooo, it's time for Assault Alpha featuring special agent Bookmarks

7:10 never takes long for Dr. Curtain to say something pretentious, does it

7:16 show!Curtain is much more insidious than book!Curtain imo because in the book, he had no reservations about barking orders and being openly rude to his subordinates. In the show, he's covered in this nice, polite veneer.

7:38 omfg he's asking about the tableside salad thing, what a gem

7:57 I kinda love that he's the sort of guy to carry colored pens for coordinated notes

8:02 AYY CALLED IT Kate's in the tree, I called that in the preview last week 😂

8:21 here we go, now enter special agent Bookmarks

8:56 for some reason I expected Constance to tell her telepathically, but that's jumping the gun a little 😅

9:02 I like how the smile doesnt quite reach his eyes, he's losing patience and you can tell

10:19 and just like that, he's called Reynie a whacko with the words of a compliment

10:37 ayyyyy Sticky tryna draw a brainnnnn

11:03 hahahaha he drew everything upside down because he saw it upside down, that makes a hilarious amount of sense

11:18 "it's supposed to be a shoe" honey.......

11:39 soooooo cheating

12:10 every time I think we're seeing Miss Perumal, we see Rhonda

12:21 why is the thought of Number Two tailing her sister so funny to me

12:38 Rhonda Kazembe with the reminder to wear a mask 😌✨

12:45 OOOH VIGILANTE GRAFFITI

13:44 the butterfly effect at it's finest. It's risky, but Rhonda makes a good point

13:49 that is an exquisite example of what it's like living as a neurodivergent person. Coping mechanisms keep us sane and keep us functioning, and that's tangible.

14:30 the beauty of having a multi-faceted team with diverse skillsets

14:57 I love how he just agrees to rappelling off the building in response to getting caught cheating

15:19 Constance and Reynie's relationship hits that sweet spot later on, but right now it's really funny watching her ignore the fuck out of him

16:09 Number Two coping with her stress by withdrawing and getting snappy with everyone is painfully relatable

16:48 Mr Benedict and Rhonda being co-conspirators scratches an itch I didnt know I had

16:59 that's even funnier when you remember that the kids used 'saltines' as a code word for them

17:40 this is the class from the trailer that it looked like sticky was caught in 😬

18:34 oh yeah, not like the teacher is watching the class and would see you two staring at each other

18:51 ew 😂 I didn't have a close up on a drop of sweat on my bingo sheet, but maybe I should have

19:13 yeahhh I really dont know what he expected, they kept looking at each other and he made a face every time he did morse code with the pencil

19:46 Mr Benedict feeling hyperfixated on seeing his brother breaks my heart

20:27 Milligan 🥺🥺🥺🥺

20:38 oh hello Waiting Room

20:55 idk what to anticipate but I'm anticipating something

21:39 Oh.

22:33 nooooo 🥺

23:28 here it comes, the arc where Reynie blames himself for everything. See you in Prisoner's Dilemma when that arc concludes

24:15 she's not wrong 😂😂

24:18 HELLO TELEPATH HELLO HELLO HELLO

24:35 this is a sensory overload nightmare

25:21 oh shitttt, here's the billiards from Number Two's intro card

25:49 throwback to Rhonda saying what keeps her sane 🥺 sisters sisters sisters

26:13 dont fucking "oh"

26:28 this is what I mean about that veneer of kindness. Curtian knew Sticky was there, but presented it as a polite welcome to his office with a touch of concern.

26:54 here we goooo

27:12 disruptive fidgeting? That's ableist as fuck

27:24 "walk me through that" is such a condescending way to approach a conversation

27:47 I know he's acting it up to convince Curtain but he has made ✨points✨

28:00 so Dr. Curtain was playing the long game the whole time, knowing it was Morse code? What an ass, show some transparency

28:25 time to pin it on Martina

28:48 he's cruel and nothing less

29:28 this is psychological torture

30:02 turbines?

30:08 YEAHHHHH

30:34 he's not gonna be pleased until he sees Curtain, calling it now

31:03 Milligan gets it. He gets it so much.

31:59 STOPPPPP 😭😭😭😭

32:19 awwwwwwwwWWW

32:49 I'm so glad they kept that suspense

33:19 KATE STOP YELLINGGGG

33:38 SWEET KATE

33:45 YES ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR STRENGTHS STICKY

34:23 something about being read a story by Mr. Benedict is so comforting

34:45 🥺🥺🥺🥺

35:00 HERE WE GO MILLIGAN'S MEMORY TALK

35:48 THE PIECE IS KATE AND SHE'S ON THE ISLAND

35:57 fuck everything just give me that dynamic forever

36:29 she decoded it???? Dayummmm

36:32 so what I'm hearing is Constance has sensory overload problems. Fucking LOVE that rep

37:22 STOP YOUR BREATHING HHAHAHAH

38:04 Oh boy, we're already talking about The Improvement??

38:20 A LIST OF HELPERS?????

38:42 WHAAAAA

39:26 so what I'm hearing is, Mr. Benedict also feels as though if he sleeps in he'll miss something

40:00 traps traps traps traps

40:49 WHAT DOES RED MEAN, WHAT DOES RED MEAN

42:11 Kate overthinking everything 🥺

42:26 tetherball?? I love that that and water polo are the sports of choice

43:50 oooh tetherball team, good job Kate

44:49 HAHHAHH

45:29 Connie baby, my love, my child

45:53 Reynie putting himself out there for Constance kills me

46:33 promotion????

46:44 PROMOTIONNNNN I DIDNT THINK IT WOULD HAPPEN THIS SOOOON

47:24 lmaooo she really will never live that one down

47:47 Rhonda spits facts at every opportunity

THAT WAS SO GOOOOOD

[letterstomilen]

i discuss the classification of igneous petrology as you fall asleep during my lecture (PART 1) (ASMR)

Childe/Zhongli, Alternate Universe (read part 2 here) When Childe's younger sister tells him about the volunteer at the library, he does not make the connection between that and his new favorite ASMR YouTuber, Rex Lapis.

Childe has a very effective method of getting through college. His little sister, who’s caught him making coffee at three in the morning on more than one occasion the past week alone, would beg to differ. 

“You’re the best older brother,” she starts off, and he’s sure she’s trying to convince herself more than him at this point, “but you need to fix your sleeping habits.” Then, because she’s his little sister, she’d flash him a smile and pat his shoulder reassuringly.

(The comment is not lost on him though. He understands his sleeping situation will eventually wear him down if it hadn’t already, but he believes if he’ll drink a coffee every morning and a Monster every night, he’ll get through three days. By the third day, he’ll hardly be coherent but that doesn’t matter because he’ll conk out for the next twelve hours and then repeat.)

“Don’t worry, Tonia,” he says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible as he contemplates whether it’s worth it or not to swallow a pill of 5-hour energy with his morning coffee. “Once break ends, I’ll get back to normal.”

“You said that six seasons ago.”

Childe frowns, trying to remember if his sleeping schedule was this dysfunctional last year. “Huh?”

“The Walking Dead seasons,” Tonia clarifies, as if she’s not twelve years old and the show is for grown adults. He thinks. He hasn’t checked Commonsensemedia ever since La Signora labeled him as a “helicopter parent” and his Netflix tab has been playing How to Get Away with Murder as background noise for the past few weeks.

Isn’t it a show about zombies though? Tonia’s sheepish smile tells it all, because it’s the same exact guilty look he had when he got caught red-handed as a kid.

(Once he remembers later, Childe promises himself, he’ll check out The Walking Dead.)

“Oh. Well. I have a lot of shows to catch up on, you know. Not to mention a ton of my professors gave me reading for over the break.”

A half lie. They did give him a lot of reading because each professor assumed that their classes were his only one, and with seven days left, he still has a textbook worth of reading to go through. But there are no shows that Childe would sacrifice his precious sleep for. As a matter of fact, he would love to sleep. He’s spent the majority of his classes back in high school sleeping and faking attention, saving his grade at the last minute — it was quite the extreme sport really, if he says so himself.

Whenever he tries to sleep recently, his thoughts run at several hundred miles per hour, and he spends several hours staring at the ceiling before succumbing to the computer at his desk and watching trashy movies. At this point, he must have gone through the entire romance comedy list on Netflix. (Not a proud point in his life but if anybody ever wanted him to give a list of best to worst romance comedy movies, he now has one.)

Tonia, on the other hand, isn’t incredibly convinced.

Admittedly, the excuse was lame. Also, he can’t easily lie to his little sister, who’s far shrewder than he takes her for at times.

“You never start your reading in advance. You like to speed read it right before your class or watch a five-minute video on the chapters while your teachers take attendance. But that’s… uh, ‘a bad work ethic.’” Tonia looks immensely proud of herself as she says this, finishing it off with, “Zhongli told me that.”

“Zhongli?” he repeats, trying to remember if that’s one of her classmates or some stranger that’s hoping to kidnap his sister.

“The guy that volunteers at the library sometimes. He recommended me a loot of good books to read, but he talks like an old man.”

“How old?” Childe can tell she’s enjoying this — talking about her new friend at the library that he’ll probably have to run a background check on.

“Like he’s in his sixties or something. But he looks… actually, he looks your age! And he’s a student too. I told him all about you.”

Well, that doesn’t sound very reassuring coming from the mouth of a twelve-year-old. He’s not sure if that translates to his social security number, his current dilemma, or just that he’s her older brother.

“Like all of the stories you told me when I was a kid. And then when Lumine came to pick me up, she stayed to show him pictures of you too.”

“Of course she did,” he mumbles, ruffling her hair. One of these days he’s going to move without telling his classmates and the twins won’t enter his apartment unannounced. (But Tonia adores their company and the stories they tell her far too much for him to actually do it. But that doesn’t mean he’s above making threats when they tell his little sister about the bet he made about white-out and how it could dye hair. The jury is still out on this one.) “She’s just mad because I get away with it and she doesn’t. But don’t do it yourself. It’s a bad habit,” he adds, remembering that he should at least try to be a good influence on his younger sister when he can.

“Okaaay,” she says unconvincingly, before shaking her hair and running off to her room with lunch he prepared for her.

Watching her close the door and no doubt continue her binge of The Walking Dead, he takes out his phone and texts Lumine.

 Childe

12:35

ur a horrible influence on tonia

 Childe

12:35

and whos this ZHONGLI

 Childe

12:35

also is twd appropriate for 12 y/os

 Twin 1

12:37

a normal person would say hi

 Twin 1

12:37

also 1. me n aether watched it when we were 12 so probably and 2. some guy at the library that also goes to our school

 Well. At least he’s somebody they know. But The Walking Dead?

 Childe

12:38

thats not very convincing

 Childe

12:38

also dont ppl DIE? get BITTEN???? what if she gets nightmares

 Twin 1

12:39

isnt she 12 r u telling me u weren’t watching R rated movies at 12

 Childe

12:42

thats very different from a 10 season long show that is hailed as “one of the greatest horror shows in history” and “paved the way for post-apocalyptic horror”

 Twin 1

12:42

well if she has trouble sleeping she could always watch asmr. that helps me during midterms idk

 Childe

12:42

whats asmr

 Childe

12:43

asking for my sister btw

 Twin 1

12:44

A feeling of well-being combined with a tingling sensation in the scalp and down the back of the neck, as experienced by some people in response to a specific gentle stimulus, often a particular sound.

 Childe

12:45

wtf?

 Twin 1

12:45

people on the internet make random sounds or just talk into a mic n its supposed to be very relaxing. how have u never found out abt this?????

 Childe

12:45

idk the only thing on my youtube recommended r greatest stunts and chapter review videos

 Twin 1

12:47

… makes sense

 Twin 1

12:47

check out rex lapis’ channel he looks like ur type

 Childe

12:48

i thought we were talking about my sister????

 Twin 1

12:50

[message screenshots.jpg]

 Twin 1

12:50

ya she told me everything

 Twin 1

12:50

have fun i need to convince aether to not commit arson bc of his TA

 Childe

12:51

hope he does it

He opens his Youtube app, typing in Rex Lapis and expecting Lumine’s suggestion to be a joke. Despite them being friends for nearly two years now, she’s never made any indication of knowing his type. And he’s sure he’s never been that vocal about it either, only shooting appreciative looks at history majors and paying more attention than necessary to the TA for ‘Tradition of Justice and Law.’ (It’s unfortunate that those short-term crushes never led to anything, but maybe that’s for the better seeing that Childe has never understood the appeal of relationships.)

It is an ASMR channel, judging by the ASMR playlist he finds as he scrolls through the account. The icon shows no face — only a microphone — which leaves him skeptical. Most of the video titles belong in a petrology lecture as well, which makes him even more convinced that it’s a joke. He finds a few readings of ancient literature and decides to pick ‘I discuss the classification of igneous petrology as you fall asleep during my lecture (PART 1) (ASMR)’ because that’s exactly what he needs. (Not the very moment — but ten hours later when he’s in the bed memorizing the pattern of his ceiling wondering why he stole from his fifth grade teacher’s candy jar during lunch.)

When Childe opens the video, he damn near gasps.

The man in the video is exactly his type. His eyes are a soft amber color, framed with long lashes, and it’s almost enough for him to lose his dignity and message Lumine a long thank you text about how she is always right and he’ll pay for her coffee for the following week.  He smiles at the screen, albeit a little sheepishly, dark hair framing his face with a long ponytail that Childe can’t see the end of. On his right ear, there are a pair of earrings with a single feather that brush against his neck when he moves his head.

Even before he speaks, Childe is mesmerized, sure he’ll already memorize his features from the curve of his nose to the way he tilts his head, displaying the expanse of his neck.

Really — he reminds him of actors in historical dramas, the way he sits regally, and how he speaks. His voice is low and slow as he adopts a careful manner of speaking, leaning into the mic.

“I’m Rex Lapis, and I’ll be discussing igneous petrology today, which is part one in a three-part petrology series. I apologize in advance, seeing that my knowledge is limited compared to many petrologists out there but my friend Venti said that many of my viewers are here for my voice, so I’m very excited to start today’s video.”

Holy shit.

For the following week, Childe learns less about petrology, the philosophy of economics, and historical revisionism concerning matters of war and more about Rex Lapis, who is not in love with his voice but often finds himself in the middle of long tangents without explanations. His favorite book series is the Legend of the Lone Sword, which he says he’ll look forward to reading out loud for the channel. (Childe replays that part of the video again and again, captivated by his excitement as he mindlessly taps the mic while he speaks, his tangent cutting off mid-word — as it usually does, much to his dismay.)

His guilty obsession is not lost on Tonia, who realizes that instead of drinking Monster every night he’s been engrossed in his phone completely, often not noticing her or when the water starts bubbling. But because his sleeping schedule has been alleviated, she says nothing until Lumine comes over as she always does, not forgetting their weekly schedule of watching trashy movies while leeching off of Childe’s food.

Because he doesn’t trust the twins with the kitchen — even if they can cook — she instead spends her time sitting next to Tonia and spreading more of her anti-Childe propaganda while they wait. This usually involves Tonia occasionally calling out Childe’s name and asking, “Is that true?” or “Did you really do that?”

This time is different though.

Worried that Lumine finally decided to show Tonia a video of last semester’s presentation, he leans over, looking at the computer screen.

And he’s wrong. Unfortunately. Maybe it should’ve been his presentation because even if he botched it and accidentally projected his work process — screaming notes and all — to the class instead of his actual presentation, it would’ve been better than the two of them watching one of Rex Lapis’ videos together.

The ‘I read Erosion: Essays of Undoing to you as it rains outside’ video, to be specific, which is where Rex Lapis is embarrassed by Venti mid video when asked if this was his idea of a date with a lover. (And then it ends with Rex Lapis asking for video suggestions from the commentors, his face still flushed from the previous comments.)

Oh God — oh fuck.

“So he is your type,” Lumine says, her expression a bit too smug for his liking. Tonia looks half awake, scrolling through articles as the video plays, more interested in ‘Top 10 Glenn Rhee Moments’ than Childe’s crush. Her expression is a bit guilty as she does so — she’s biting her lip and avoiding his gaze, but he assumes that it’s just because they went through his YouTube history.

“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement,” he retorts, but the YouTube history she pulls up once Tonia hands the computer over to her says it all. (It’s quite mortifying, really — even Tonia is giving him a look, but it’s not as bad as Lumine’s shit eating grin.)

“Well… he does have a nice voice,” Childe finally says, thinking that perfectly encompasses his most recent obsession. Because he does have a nice voice — it’s soothing and speaks to him without really speaking to him directly. (The good looks are a bonus, he assures himself. A fantastic bonus, but a bonus nonetheless.)

“He does,” Tonia confirms, smiling toothily up at him, and he resists the urge to ruffle her hair with Lumine staring at him so skeptically. “But I don’t understand much of what he’s saying. He — heh — talks like an old man.”

“Don’t worry, Tonia, your brother likes him because he’s attractive,” Lumine informs her, now fast forwarding on one of Rex Lapis’ videos. “Did you know that he lives nearby?”

“Huh?”

The knife he’s holding clatters to the floor, and the two look down and back up at him with— hold on, why does it feel like they’re in on a secret he doesn’t know about?

“Yeah, he’s working on his grad thesis I think… Aether told me it was about something on history,��� she muses. “That’s why I recommended his channel to you. He’s a bit of a celebrity in his department.” Childe’s sure his jaw dropped now, trying to maintain his facial expression as he takes out a new knife to chop up the onions.

“Really,” he tries to say as calmly as possible, wondering how he should accompany Aether to his lectures without trying to seem as obvious as possible. His voice is a bit shaky he realizes but he can’t quite make the connection between Rex Lapis and actual graduate student that goes to his university.

“Yeah, actually…” Lumine is definitely pretending to think now, enjoying this far too much. “He—”

“It’s Zhongli!” his little sister yells excitedly, practically jumping up and down at this point as if she won the lottery. “Zhongli runs an ASMR channel and he talks just like that in real life! Right, Lumine?”

“Yeah.”

Childe sighs, holding a hand up to his face. The realization that he’s been obsessed with the same guy that hears about every stupid thing he did secondhand is way too much — and the fact that he’s been listening to his voice every night before he went to bed the past week is way too much. He’s sure his face is redder than before judging by the amused expressions on Lumine’s and Tonia’s faces — really, they’re mirror images of each other right now.

Not for the first time, Childe swears to himself that he’ll never let her into his apartment without signing a contract ever again.

[obsessive-ego]

Younger me screwed current me over

Beetlejuice finds you clothes from a phase you had back in high school (a legit phase I personally had and I blame anime)

Musical beetlejuice x reader

sorta nsft???

Back in your early college years and laye high school years, you had a style phase, black and white stripes, anime was to blame, it started out as just the stockings, but kind of escalated to other articals of clothing.

As you got older the phase died down, you would wear them still, but to a lesser extent, you still loved them, but newer style choices took over. You still kept them of course, buried deep within your dresser, most of with you forgot.

Forgetting these clothes turned out to be a blessing in disguise, shortly after you finished college you up lifed yourself and moved out to the same town as your aunt Delia, long story short, you were her ex husband's sister's daughter, but Delia enjoyed you since you studied the art, and humored her views on crystals and such, you enjoyed her excessive positivity.

Delia was more then thrilled to introduce you to her new family, Charles seemed nice, and Lydia was quite interesting, of course you were introduced to the Maitlands who were very sweet. Then there was beetlejuice, lydia planned off the bat to introduce you to him as a quick scare, which ended with you sucker punching the demon, and just like that the ghoul was into you, no one had the balls to ever do that before.

Beetlejuice had worked his way into your life, shortly after your introduction he begged you to summon him whenever you wanted, and was thrilled it didnt take much convincing for you to bring him to your little flat, the ghoul got into the habbit of hanging around your place when Lydia was at school or busy. He would even hang around your place when you were at work stating you had better movies then the Deetz, but let's be honest he wanted to snoop through your stuff.

You told beetlejuice you had to pick up some misc groceries, and would be gone for an hour or so, tonight was gonna be your guys movie night, so aside from necessities you were also getting snacks.

He waved you goodbye with a bright smile, but the second the door closed and locked behind you, the smile dropped to a lecherous grin. It's been awhile since he was alone in your place, so he wasnt gonna let this opportunity pass.

You were never the type to have any REAL secrets, so blackmail was never really an option for teasing, instead beetlejuice normally took this time to roll around in your bed, smell your more delicate laundry items, and just take care of his sexual urges. Unknown to you, the demon had quite the crush on you, how could he not, you were kind, funny, basically gave him free reign, and had quite the cute behind, he adored spending time with you, and of course he wanted to pound you so hard into the mattress that you wouldn't be able to walk the next day, but you were clueless and took his advances as jokes, he'd crack you one day, but until that, messing around in your stiff was fine.

Unfortunately for him, your dirty laundry basket was empty, so no freshly used panties, he decided to just dig around through your dresser, nothing much of interest, until he spots a bit of white, in the sea of black shirts, pulling it out, he smiles, ot was a form fitting sweater, black and white horizontal striped, with a neon green trim, it was like beetlejuice designed it himself.

"How long have you had this sugar?" He purrs to himself, he sets the shirt aside before moving to his favourite drawer, inside was where all your lacy unmentionables hid, the demon couldnt help himself, smelling the croch of a few, and licking the croch of a few more, even the faintest scent or taste was enough for him. As he dug around he spotted a few unseen treasures pushed to the back of the drawer, a lecherous smirk crosses his face as he pulls out a black and white striped bra and panty set, along with a pair of matching thigh high socks. He could have came then and there, the tough of you in such a get up drove him wild, he started to palm himself through his pants at the idea of you wearing that cute little get up for him, he was snapped out of his little day dream by the sound of the front door opening.

"I'm home" you yelled, beetlejuice always appreciated this warning you gave him, not that you knew, that was just how you always came back when you lived with your parents.

In a flash the demon was before you, you flinch at his sudden appearance, obviously not expecting that, he chuckles at your response. With a snap of his fingers you bags were delt with.

"Oh! Thanks, you didnt have to do that" you greatly appreciated BJ's help since it was a rare thing, but it always felt weird when he made things disappear on you.

"Not sweat babes, since your free, how bout we have a little chat?~" his gravely voice drops to that unsettling tone that ment he was up to no good. Stating back at him you dont respond, but the ghoul continues as if you did "so sweetheart, you would say you're quite the stylish gal right? Right, I was thinking, maybe youd like a hand or two when i comes to dressing, as a change of pace~" he flashes you that unsettling smug grin signaling he WAS up to no good.

Before you can protest or do anything, beetlejuice snaps his fingers and you were now wearing the form fitting sweater he found earlier, black short shorts with black suspenders that hung around your bum, and the black and white striped thigh highs.

Something clicked in you mind, when you felt the tightness around your chest, you were no longer wearing the sports bra you slipped on today, but rather a tighter, more padded number, in a panic you pull the shorts away from you waist seeing your underwear was different too.

A mixture of anger and embarrassment fill your chest, the clothes changing, not am issue, bit the underwear, that was a step too far. "BEETLEJUICE!"

"Looking real good there sugar, had no idea we had the same taste~ how bout you you shimmy out of those clothes and show me how the panties look too~?" He purrs while walking circles around you, taking in his master piece of fashion.

"Where are my other clothes?" You huff

The demon laughs "dont worry about it, they're in the laundry" aside from your panties, there were in the ghoul's pocket.

You sigh looking at your reflection in the window "I guess this DOES look good, bra's alittle uncomfortable, but it looks like high school me vomited on current me" you turn back to the demon, who was ecstatic that you came around.

"So? Am I your fashion consultant now?" He says grabbing your hands.

You sigh "on occasion sure, just dont swap kit my underwear while I'm wearing them please"

"Wouldn't dream of it doll"

[raevenlywrites]

Dasi High 2 of ?

All day long, all I wanted was my book. My book. I thrilled at the way the thought seemed to pulse in my head, heavy with the weight of destiny or something. It had to be some kind of strangeness at work, to put this exact book into my exact hands with my exact little name on it. Kiesha... It wasn’t exactly a sorceress’s name, but still, it wasn’t that common. Not for books that looked like they’d been buried under the sea for the last thousand years or whatever. “This should be in a museum,” ala Indiana Jones and all that. My book. It filled my chest with warmth just thinking about it.

But I kept it in my bag all through school, even during lunch. No Coke, greasy pizza, or nosy teachers were going to threaten my ancient tome. I wasn’t an idiot. I was going to keep it safe until I got home.

Safely ensconced in my beautiful window seat, the envy of all book lovers and cat nappers everywhere, I savored the moment, feeling the heft of the book in my lap, breathing deep of its good, good book smell. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a technophobe, but books man--nothing compares to the feel of thick pages beneath your hands, the crinkle, the earthy smell. Yeah. There was a reason Brass thought I might be into it, namesake notwithstanding.

The cover was plain, well-worn, shiny and slick to the touch with the press of so many hands before. The finish had worn off the lettering and embellishments, but fingers could trace the rise and indents of them. I suddenly wondered if I should be handling something so hold, then realized I had no idea how old it even was. Oh well. Brass’s mom wouldn’t have let him have it if it was priceless, right? With a steadying breath, I cracked the cover.

The glue had long since stopped holding the pages in, but the binding was still sound. Maybe I’d ask Donte or Nalini later if either of them knew anything about repairing old bindings. They were both always doing handsy stuff, Donnie with his computers, and Nani with eir soaps and stuff. Surely one of them would know something, or be able to point me in the right direction. For now, I gingerly laid the cover open in my lap and turned the pages with a reverence I almost never felt for anything. I hadn’t been this careful with a book since my Sandman hardcover omnibus I got for my last birthday.

Enough stalling. It was time to read.

I was surprised to note my own reluctance. I’m not usually one for drama, but this... it just felt heavy. Important. Like it mattered.

The front endpaper had a yellowed bookplate pasted in, painted with an elegant symbol or crest or something I didn’t recognize. It looked almost like a stick figure of someone dancing, arms reaching up and stance wide--except there were weird branches coming off, like cursive flourishes. Maybe it was a signature? If so it wasn’t in any language I could read. I suddenly panicked at the thought that I wouldn’t be able to read any of it, aside from my name, and eagerly turned the page, anticipation mixing with dread.

But instead of a title page, or anything even printed, it was another handwritten page, like a dedication, or maybe a poem or something. It was written in the same kind of cursivey, wavy letters as the bookplate, and with growing anxiety I turned to the next page.

The family tree.

Thin, spidery hand writing covered the pages, faded, but definitely in the familiar English characters. Arabic? Or was the for numbers? Whatever. I could read it, that was what mattered. It was hard to parse, just as it had been at school, but I found the letters of my name quickly, and my finger hovered over the page, tracing the line down. Don...Donovan? Sisal... Salem... It was almost impossible to make out, save for the ever-clear Kiesha. Almost like that was the only part I was meant to read. I stared at the whole page, trying to let my eyes go soft focused, to see if anything else jumped out at me, but the longer I looked, the harder to read it became. I gave up and turned the page.

A list of names and dates followed, like you’d expect from an almanac. But instead of useful things like “March 3rd” or “Spring Equinox” it said things like, “the fourth night of cheres” or “the eve of Namir-da”. It was English, but just barely. I skimmed the page but quickly moved past it, eager for something that made sense.

It was hard not to let my disappoint take hold. This book had felt so special--it was special, just... not what I’d been expecting. Recipes, as Brass had said, and almanacy things, lie when to plant, but nothing that gave me any sense of wonder, or importance. I was just about to give up when I finally came across a section written in plain English.

They say the time has come. I have been given the family book, and told its mine to keep. But what I am expected to do with it, I cannot say. I have nothing of my own to add. I am not even the oldest of the family line. But I feel I should write something, to mark the occasion if nothing else. So here I do write, on this, the first of August, in the year seventeen hundred and seventy-one, that I, Kiera Cortana, am now in charge of the family book, for better or for worse.

Whoa. Now that was seriously cool. I flipped back to the family tree, to see if I could find Kiera. There, near the bottom, Kiera Cortana, 1753. Neat. That made her... seventeen, eighteen when she wrote her entry? Wow. Barely any older than me. That warm tingle started again, that sense of connection, and I just let my hand rest on the page, fingers just below her name. There wasn’t any more after hers, though there was room for more. Hope for the future that never came.

The warmth turned to sadness, a kind of longing I couldn’t really put my finger on. I got that way sometimes, just out of the blue. Homesick for a place that didn't’ exist. At least here I kind of got it, sad for a girl who may or may not have ever grown up. There was more after her first journal entry, but it was just more recipes and things, and more of that squiggle script I had no idea how to read. On an impulse, I got out a notebook and copied down what letters I could make out, including the symbol on the front book plate. I wanted to look at it more later, when I was stuck at school, but I didn’t want to risk bringing the actual book there. It was so old, at least three hundred. Man, Brass totally shouldn’t have let me have this. I decided to call him and give him a hard time about it.

“Hey, Ki, is everything okay?”

I frowned at the concern in his voice. “Yes, Dad, I’m fine. I’m not always in mortal danger or whatever you seem to think.”

Brass snorted. “Well I assumed you had to be in trouble since you’re calling. Normally you just text.”

Oh. Right.

“Just wanted to chat,” I said, too casually, but he'd caught me off guard. I used to call Brass all the time. It was weird to realized I’d stopped. “I’ve been looking through that book you gave me.” When in doubt, change the subject.

“Yeah? Anything good?”

I heard the sound of a sliding glass door in the background, the tell-tale sign of Brass going out to sit on the back deck. He used to do it to be near the TV antenna, hoping it would give him better cell signal. Now it was just habit. I smiled, picturing him there, long and lanky and lean, back against the side of the house as he balanced on the deck railing, one long leg trailing down...

“Kiesha?”

“Hm?”

I made a startled little noise as I came back to myself. “Oh, right. Yeah, it’s pretty cool. Did you know it was so old? There’s an entry from the 1700’s in it.”

“Oh man, really?” He sounded equal parts excited and embarrassed. “I didn’t know that. Maybe I should let Mom look at it again...”

“No way,” I teased, “It’s mine now. Has my name in it and everything.”

“It has mine too.”

His voice was so soft I almost missed it. But I scanned the page and sure enough, Brassal was on a similar line as Kiesha.

“Weird... Almost as weird as your stupid name.”

I laughed to take the edge of, both from my words and from the creeping feeling working its way up my spine. Brass had always gone by the nickname, with Brassal being reserved for his father. I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me to see it in an old timey book like this; it had probably been handed down a long line of people, like Maeve’s super grandma name. But still. It freaked me, and when I got freaked, I teased. Make everyone else feel off balance and it was an even playing field again.

“Yeah, yeah, Cobriana. Tell me all about weird names.”

I stuck my tongue out, even though he couldn’t see. Still, it made me feel better. Sky blue, grass green, Brass and I teased. I had missed this. It was good to be getting it back.

“You wanna come over for pizza and movies Friday?”

It was out of my mouth before I’d really thought about it. But his hesitation made me wish I’d just kept railing on his stupid name.

“Uh, how ‘bout Saturday. I have... plans. For Friday.”

No way. No freakin way. “Don’t tell me you gave in to Izzy,” I said with a disinterest I didn’t quite feel. “You know she’s only sharpening her claws on you for a real takedown.”

“Don’t be like that, Ki. Isadora can do what she wants, with who she wants.”

I mocked “Isadora,” in as childish a tone as I could manage. No one called her that, not even Izzy herself. Except Landon. But Landon was cyborg and completely incapable of using contractions or imprecise grammar, like ever.

“And what she wants is apparently to play kissy face with Serv, for all the good that’ll do her.”

“Serv?!” I could not keep the surprise out of my voice. Serv was like, canonically asexual. Or at the very least, not interested in someone as bubblegum pop as Izzy.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Brass said. “I didn’t ask, not that that stopped her from volunteering. Apparently they’re driving into the city to see a show or something.”

“Okay....” Izzy on a date with Servos. What an odd couple. I couldn’t fathom what sort of attraction would hold interest for both of them. But then, if such a thing existed, it would be in the city, not in this whole in the wall town. We didn’t even have a mall. “Well, good for them, I guess. So what about your mysterious plans?”

Brass groaned. “I’d hoped you’d forgotten. ”

“Nope. Spill it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to the movies... with Syfka.”

I gaped. “You’re joking. You’re joking! Why on earth would you want to go to the movies with her--xem?”

I was normally better with Syfka’s pronouns than this, but it was hard not to think of anyone out on date with Brass as anything but a her--a her he might want to kiss. Trying to apply that mental box to Syfka, of all people--

“Because--” Brass cut through my thoughts, “we have a project due, and it was either write a paper on a French film, or try to speed read through a work of French literature that I have zero hope of understanding because its kind of my worst subject.”

Oh. Right. School stuff. A perfectly reasonable reason to go to the movies with someone.

“Right. Okay. Yeah. So, does that mean you need to stay in and write it on Saturday.”

Brass laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was at my expense.

“Nah. Come Saturday night, I’ll either be done, or I’ll be failed. Either way, pizza and a movie sounds great.”

“Okay...”

I couldn’t shake the little tight feeling in my chest. This call had thrown me. Everything about Brass seemed to throw me lately.

“Why don’t you invite Nikki over too? Or maybe Maeve?”

My toes curled under at that last. Maeve may or may not have been the reason Brass and I finally broke up. I hadn’t decided yet. Either way, I couldn’t imagine him volunteering to hang out with her.

“I wouldn’t subject you to that....”

“Ki, I told you I’m alright with it. Have her over, see if you still feel all tingly.”

I laughed, but it was hardly humorous. “I can’t believe you’re encouraging me to get my flirt on in front of you.”

I could feel him shrug through the line, that careless raise of a shoulder that meant everything and nothing.

“You’re too shy to do it yourself. I’m just gonna keep inventing reasons to get you two together until you get over yourself. Or she asks you.”

“Brass!”

But now I was really laughing, and his goal was achieved. I felt better, so he felt better. Stupid big brother mother hen. I smiled through the rest of the phone call, chatting about everything and nothing, and feeling more like myself than I had in a long time.

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[hockeytrashgoblin]

Ice Cold ~Part 4

A/N: As promised here is the next part! Hope you guys enjoy it!

I woke up and tried to stretch but I wasn't able to. I was confused for a minute until I remembered William stayed over. I turned in his arms to be greeted by his sleepy smiling face. His eyes were closed but he was still so cute.

"Morning lovely." He mumbled.

"Morning Willy." I kissed his cheek and he opened one eye to look at me. "You're so cute. Sorry that just came out without thinking."

"Don't be sorry." He said beaming. "I want to know what you're thinking."

"You always say that but I'm pretty sure you don't."

"I do though. Why do you say that? Is it bad?"

"No absolutely not! I wouldn't be thinking bad or mean things about you. I think you're lovely."

"You're lovely." He said,  pulling me closer to kiss me softly. "I want to know what goes on in your mind."

"There's something about you that makes me think I couldn't keep my mouth shut if I tried."

"How come?"

"You do this thing..I told you about it before, but you do this thing where you just look at me with these warm eyes and speak softly and it kinda just short circuits my brain. I just lose total control over what I say. I'm sorry, is that completely dumb?"

"It's not dumb. I'm sorry I have that effect."

"I'm not. It feels good. My brain just doesn't fucking work. Most people would say that's normal though."

"I don't think so. You're far too intelligent." He smiled and brushed my hair aside. I leaned in and kissed his lips a little harder than we had shared before he didn't respond though and pulled away. I blushed dejectedly.

"Far too intelligent.. yeah right. Not feeling very intelligent right now. I'm sorry."

"Don't be! I just don't want to lose control with you."

"I trust you." I said quietly, shrugging.

"(Y/n)..that's not it at all. I just want everything to be out in the open first. I want to take this slow if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind! I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, love. Do you want to get dressed and maybe go to my place?"

"Will Auston be there?"

"Maybe but I'll tell him to be nice."

"Yeah I guess I'd like that."

"Do you want me to leave so you can change?"

"I don't care. You're my boyfriend, you can stay if you want." I said taking off my shirt and putting on a sports bra I wore the day before. "Does it matter what I wear?"

"Not really. Whatever you're comfortable with Kas seeing you in."

"So I can wear comfy relaxing clothes?"

"Absolutely. Just um wear your hair down if you don't mind?"

"How come?" I asked pulling some leggings up over my butt.

"I just really like it down that's all." He mumbled sounding flustered.

"You're so cute. I'll wear it down." I said before kissing his forehead.

It didn't take long before we were outside of the apartment. I was really nervous as he drove underground to park the car. I was quiet when he got out and opened my door for me. He grabbed my hand as we walked to the elevator. It was a really beautiful building, lots of really expensive looking stuff. I was fidgeting with the end of the shirt when he grabbed my hand.

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothi-"

"Yes it is. Your feelings matter, love. What is it?" He said softly.

"I feel like I'm dressed too sloppy to be in here."

"That's all?" I nodded and he hugged me, chuckling lightly. "You look so cute (y/n). Besides there's no dress code for mine and Kappy's apartment. If he's even wearing pants when we get there it'll be a rare occasion. I asked him to but he probably won't."

"How come?"

"He knows you're coming over and he wants to frustrate me."

"Aw is he trying to make you jealous?" I teased.

"Yes. Very much so. I'm not usually the jealous type but.."

"Hey it's okay. I get jealous sometimes of other girls with you so I guess it's only fair. You could take your pants off too, then I'd be too distracted by you to ever even notice Kasperi." I said laughing but he wasn't. "I'm sorry that was a dumb joke.."

"It wasn't your joke I was looking at you like that for. You really feel jealous?"

"William you could do so much better. It's hard not to."

"That is the most absurd thing I've ever heard." He said opening the door.

"He's right, that is pretty ridiculous. Willy here is all about you. Nice to see you again (y/n)."

"Uh yeah you to Kas. What are you watching?" I asked walking over and sitting on the couch beside the chair he was on, only wearing boxers as William predicted.

"I recorded the vegas game last night so I'm watching it again. William said it was your favourite team and I want to see what they have that we don't."

"How about a winning streak?" I asked with a smirk raising my eyebrow at him.

"Okay low blow." He said making me laugh.

"Alright, how about multiple defensemen that can absolutely clobber players with clean hits?"

"Nah we can do that."

"Fleury."

"We've got Fred!"

"I was gonna say a hot Swede named William but you've both got one of them."

"I don't like this game." William said cuddling into my side while Kas laughed.

"Aw babe don't be sad!"

"He's such a jealous baby when it comes to you it's not even funny."

"Kas shut up!"

"No she should know how you just go on and on and on about how Peter is awful and doesn't deserve her." He teased. "I bet if I gave you a high five he'd legit growl at me."

"We're not finding out." William said holding my arms tight to me side making me laugh.

"Aw William stop." I said giggling as he started tickling my sides. I didn't even notice Mitch and Auston come in until Auston spoke up.

"Never saw one without the other, did you?" He asked in an irritated voice.

"Leave them alone Aus." Mitch said before throwing himself over the couch beside me. "Honestly ignore him, we all do."

"That's the main issue we have Mitch." Auston grumbled.

"Yeah whatever. Hi, I'm Mitch."

"I know who you are Mitch, we've met." I said laughing.

"Yeah but not like this. That was just a quick introduction before pictures! This is meeting a friend."

"Yeah right." Auston snorted making William push me aside and drag Auston into another room.

"I'm sorry.."

"(Y/n) don't be." Kasperi said rolling his eyes.

"What are you sorry for?" Mitch asked softly.

"I'm sorry that I'm causing problems with Auston. I feel so awful about it." I heard yells coming from the other room and I sighed. "Maybe I should leave. I'm making everything worse."

"You don't have to go. Auston is being an idiot. He can get over it and you can hang out with us."

"I don't know, I think I better leave." I stood up and slid my shoes back on.

"Can I at least give you a ride home? Willy said it takes a long time on transit."

"Mitch come on you don't have to do that."

"I want to. Let's go, if you want to go."

"As long as you're sure I'm not being a huge burden.."

"I'm positive."

"Lead the way I guess."

I followed behind him quietly through the hallways and down the elevator into the parking garage. He led me to his black shiny car, I dont know what brand I'm not a car fan, and we got in.

"I know you think that was your fault but it's really not. Auston is just a brooding bitch." He said making me laugh.

"I just feel bad. He said Auston is like his brother and I don't want him fighting with his brothers because of me."

"I'm sure William has told you that things with us are.."

"Complicated is what he said."

"Yeah that's actually a really good word for it. I can't tell you everything now, it's not my place but I promise that Willy will tell you as soon as he can. We're literally all waiting on Auston right now. Everything will make so much more sense after you know."

"I just don't want to upset anyone and it seems like everyone is upset." I looked out the window completely ignoring the confusing jumble of words he just spewed.

"Nobody is upset. We all want you to be comfortable. Is there anything I can do to help? Make you feel more comfortable with us?"

"Tell Auston to get off my dick." I mumbled making Mitch burst out into giggles. "Seriously though. I'm not doing anything to him. I'm never gonna hurt William. I don't want to take him from you guys or distract him from his career or anything. I just want to be around him sometimes and I don't think it's too much to ask for that I spend time with my boyfriend without feeling like the most hated person in the world."

"You're not the most hated. Auston has a hard time that's all. He hates my girlfriend the most."

"Why?"

"I don't really know."

"Liar."

"I'm keeping a secret from her and he doesn't think it's fair. But that's why it's so weird that he won't give Willy the okay to tell you."

"I dunno.."

"I'm also keeping a secret from Auston though and he's keeping one from me. So really Auston is just in a bad mood because of everyone and everything."

"I'm sorry that he's like that. I can see that it's hard on you."

"It's not the biggest deal. Well I shouldn't say that. It's not something I can't handle."

"Is that William?" I asked as we pulled up to my place.

"Sure looks like him."

"How did he get here first?"

"You should ask him that. I'll let you get to that. Can I get your number so we can get to know each other better? I have a feeling you're going to be around for a long time and I'd like to be friends. Maybe we could go on double dates!"

"That would be cute Mitch, I'd like that." I gave him my number and stepped out of the car. "Bye, drive safe."

"See ya." He drove away and I walked up to my door.

"Hi.."

"Don't run away like that again." He murmured pulling me into a hug. I started crying immediately and he pulled away slightly to look me in the eye. "Why are you crying, love?"

"I'm sorry I just didn't want to make it worse. I always make things worse."

"No, no, no you don't. You make everything better for me (y/n). I mean that. I don't care if Auston is being dumb, he can get over it. And he absolutely cannot drive you away from me and my house. I won't let him."

"He's like your brother though. I don't want you fighting with him."

"Brothers fight, sweetheart. I'm not bothered by it." He took my hands in his before continuing. "I like you far too much to let Auston scare you away baby. He'll come around."

"It's not fair that you're doing that brain quitting voice on me right now."

"I'm sorry."

"No you aren't." I said making us both laugh.

"I'm not."

"Are you sure you're not bothered?"

"Positive." He kissed me softly before breaking away smiling. "Let's hangout here instead."

"Now there's a smart idea." He laughed again as I led the way to my living room.

[sxngshine]

If Tomorrow Comes

• Chan x reader x Minho

• Genre: FLUFF, BIT OF CRACK, ANGSTTT

• Word Count: 1.56k

• Love triangle au, college au, Enemies to lovers(kind of) au

• Summary: you were a temperamental girl who lived a hard life ever since your dad died. Your grandma and mom always fought and it always brought troubles to your already broken family. But after meeting a man who came all the way from another country, you knew your life wasn't going to be the same. But don't judge a book by its cover, otherwise you'll never know the full story.

Chapters: I , II

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♡Y/n's POV♡

"Ma! Why'd you have to invite him!?" You whined.

"Yah! What was the reason for inviting him huh?" Your grandma backed you up.

"I didn't want to! He invited himself! How could I just say no?" Your mom exclaimed.

You let out a huff. "Fine, I'm also inviting Nari and Minho then." You pulled out your phone.

"Minho?" Your grandma asked. "He's my friend," you replied while dialing his number. "From Busan"

"Aish Busan..." your grandma scoffed. "Those boys from Busan love causing trouble all the time."

You rolled your eyes and heard a voice say hello.

"Hey Minho, you wanna come over for dinner tonight?" You asked.

"Sorry I cant Y/N, I'm kinda busy, remember Mina? She invited me over," he said. You let out a huff.

Mina was this new student the business class which you and Minho were in. They instantly hit it off after meeting.

"You'd choose her over your best friend?" You asked, pouting.

"I'm sorry Y/N, maybe next time. Tell me about it tomorrow though! I have to go now, cya!" And with that he hung up. Now your only hope was Nari.

You dialed her number and almost threw it away when you heard a loud squeal. "Y/N OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED." she yelled.

"For what?" You asked, rubbing your ringing ear.

"I'M GOING ON A BLIND DATE," she squealed and you groaned.

"Can you skip this one for me please? I need you to come to my house for dinner," you said, hoping she'd agree.

"No can do sorry, this date is important to me. Chae unnie even helped me get ready! Super rare occasion" She said. "Oops! He's here now, gotta run Y/N byeeee" and with that she hung up on you.

You groaned and tossed your phone onto the couch before plopping onto it yourself.

"Y/N! Can you please run to the grocery store?! We need some things!" Your mom called out from the kitchen.

You groaned for the nth time today and yelled back an okay, going upstairs to fix your rat looking self up before leaving.

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You lugged two large paper bags filled with groceries into your house.

"I'm home mom!" You yelled.

"Finally! Took you long enough," a voice yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm sorry but you asked for so many things-" you paused, wait a second. Who's voice is that? Cause your mom definitely didn't sound like a man.

You walked into the kitchen only to see Chan standing in front of the stove with an apron on. "What're you doing?" You asked with furrowed brows.

"I'm cooking what else." He said and took the groceries from you. You turned to your mom and she just shrugged. "He just came in and asked if he could cook. I let him cause it looked like he really wanted to " she said before continuing to work on a different dish.

You just rolled your eyes and walked upstairs to your room, greeting your little sister along the way and Chan's mom who was in the living room.

Eventually Chan hollered from the dining room, saying that dinner was ready. You and your sister walked downstairs and were hit by an array of different smells.

There were lots of different foods sitting in the table, you saw tteokbokki, bulgogi, kimbap, stir fried noodles and kimchee, rice and so many other foods. 'Did Chan cook all of this???' You thought to yourself as you sat down beside your grandma.

Chan sat in front of you and your little sister sat beside him. Throughout all of dinner everyone had been chatting about everything and anything. You were actually having quite a good time. But then your grandma started nagging about how you weren't eating enough food and about every other little thing which started to annoy you.

Chan and Yuna were messing around when she looked at the two of you. Chan noticed she was less playful and then looked at you guys as well. He didn't miss the look of hurt that flashed across little Yuna's face.

"What's wrong princess," Chan asked the little girl.

"I want grandma to love me like that as well," Yuna sulked.

"Hey its okay princess, she may not show it directly, but she does love you. I bet she loves you a lot!" Chan said in attempts to cheer her up, which he did successfully.

Later on everyone was in the living room chatting away once again over tea while you were working on a project for your business class. Yuna was playing with her dolls and the 3 women were talking so Chan had nothing to do other than annoy you.

"Whatcha doing?" He asked, sitting down beside you and curiously looking at your laptop.

"Project" you merely said without even sparing him a glance, already annoyed by his presence.

"Oh Y/N, could you please throw out the trash?" Your mom asked you. You simply nodded and moved your things aside to go grab the trash.

You walked outside to the big garbage cans you had and threw the bags inside, taking a moment to get some fresh air before going back into your house.

What you didn't expect though, was for everything to turn pitch black all of the sudden and then turn back on. Your eyes widened and you ran into your house to your laptop which was now showing a black screen.

"No no no no no no- please still be there please still be there" you muttered you yourself as you tried to open the file with your project. When you did, nothing you worked on was saved.

"NO! STUPID POWER OUT" You screamed in frustration. "What happened?" Chan asked you. You just glared at him and rushed outside to your porch and sat on the bench, not wanting to deal with him.

But of course Chan followed you outside. "What's your problem? I just asked what happened," Chan asked, irritated that you just walked out on him when he simply asked you a question.

"What's my problem? What's YOUR problem? Cant you just leave me the fuck alone?? Like why're you so nosy? First you come out of nowhere and spill my drink all over me, then you barge into my house lie you fucking own the place and then you-" you rant but were cut off by Chan placing a finger against your lips.

"You know what your problem is? You're always looking in the down side to everything. You're always grumpy and have an attitude towards everything. I haven't done anything bad to you, I simply asked you what happened out of concern and you start yelling about how annoying I am. Come on glasses, like I dont think I've even seen you smile even once yet. Not even once!" Chan exclaims.

"You really should work on yourself glasses, live life to the fullest and stop moping around as if everything's been put onto your shoulders. Have fun while you still can... you never know if tomorrow's gonna come." He added with a bitter smile

You let out a huff and open your mouth to say something but Chan beats you to it.

"You know what, I'm gonna help you change that attitude into something more positive!" He said, snapping his fingers like it was the greatest idea he's had yet. "First, you need to learn to smile. Watch me," he then proceeded to point at the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Now you try" he says. You go to say something once again but he stops you right away. "Here let me help you," he places his fingers against the sides of your mouth and pushes them up, making you look odd with your furrowed brows and awkward clown smile.

You push his hands off and scoff. "I've smile plenty of times!"

"Name one time you genuinely smiled," Chan deadpanned.

You thought for a moment, opened your mouth and then closed it again, and then opened it again but ended up closing it.

Chan took your lack of answer as your answer. "Exactly," he said with a smug smile, crossing his arms.

"Whatever..." you muttered and looked anywhere but at him.

"Work on that and then we can start the next step of changing that attitude Glasses." He said while standing up. "Oh and by the way, I'll help you out with your project so you can finish faster. Come over to my place at 3pm- actually make it 4pm, I have something to do before that."

You looked up at him with surprised eyes and he gave you a cute smile that showed his dimples. You don't know what came over you but you couldn't help but blush slightly. You were definitely gonna punch yourself for this later.

You looked down and nodded, feeling shy all of the sudden. Chan just laughed before sending you a small salute and bidding you goodbye before walking off to his house.

You watched him leave, his back growing smaller until he was inside his house and out of sight.

"Why the hell was I blushing!?!??!" You whisper yelled to yourself while slapping your cheeks.

You took a deep breath and stood up after a moment, walking back into your house. Chan was doing something to you. But you were determined to not let him get to you.

[tomsnovia]

As Long As You’re Happy - G.D.

Y/N POV

It was my first flight back to LA after being with my family for just a little over three months. Spending the holidays back at home was always something that I looked forward to every year. Now that I live thousands of miles away from home I try to take times like these to my advantage to catch up with my family and finally just spend time with everyone. But at this point I was ready to go home. Back to the warm and sunny Los Angeles. Back to the little friends that I have made throughout my couple of years being there. Back to my tall, handsome, 200 pound beefy boyfriend, Grayson Dolan.

Today was Valentine’s Day. A day where everyone is supposed to celebrate their relationships with their significant others. I never really cared for this day. I mean I did spend a good portion of my life single but that is besides the point. Valentines Day was just another day for me up until last year. Last Valentines Day I finally got to experience what all the hype is about. And lucky for me it just so happened to be with someone like Grayson.

A couple of years ago I moved to LA to finally be able to pursue my dreams. Sure I was just barely getting started in the YouTube business but I felt like I was finally at a point in my career where I could potentially live off of the earnings that I made through the platform. My family supported me of course. My parents being more than willing to help aid me in anything financially if I needed (thank the lord). But I took this as an opportunity to finally live my life the way that I wanted. To finally be out in the world as a strong, independent woman (even though I am still technically a teenager).

The first few months of me being in LA went by pretty smooth. I finally met up with some fellow content creators who I have grown fairly close to in such a short amount of time. But this one day.. Whew! This one day is where everything changed for me.

*flashback*

I had gotten invited to a little celebration dinner by my friend Kyle Houck. He had been working on a project with a few of his friends for about a month or so. Kyle and I hadn’t really talked to each other for a while prior to this invitation just because he had been so busy with helping a couple of people film for their channel. So I had absolutely no idea what this celebration dinner was for or why he even invited me.

I of course accepted (mainly because I had absolutely no plans that night other than to lay in bed and watch Netflix or whatever) and found myself dressing semi formal for the occasion. Kyle kept the details very vague. He just told me to dress “kinda fancy but like not too fancy”. 

As soon as Kyle picked me up we wasted no time catching up with each other. I asked him what he had been up to and what he had been working on for the past month and he very excitedly told me that it was a documentary for his friends’ father. His friends who just so happened to be The Dolan Twins.

When I heard about the big project I felt.. a lot of things. One: Stoked and proud of Kyle. Two: like an absolute idiot that I had no knowledge of his relationship with a couple of very successful creators. I mean Kyle was my best friend.. How long was it since we last talked?.. Was I really living under a rock? UGH.

Once we finally arrived we met up with everyone who took part of the documentary.

“Hi,” I said as Kyle and I approached the twins.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s my friend from back home who I’ve been talking about,” Kyle said.

“Oh right! We heard a lot about you! It’s nice to finally put a face to a name,” Ethan chuckled. “Im Ethan,” he said pulling me into a hug.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” I smiled hugging him back. The moment I let go of the hug my eyes immediately laid on what I believed to be one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen in my entire life. You know- not to be dramatic or anything..

“I’m Grayson,” he said also pulling me into a hug.

“It’s nice to meet you both. Congratulations on the documentary!” I said as we all made our way to the table. I sat next to Kyle, Grayson immediately sitting to my left. Ethan walked over to the other side of the table and sat next to a really pretty girl.

“I’m sorry I couldn't make it to the premier.. I didn't know that was a thing,” I said fixing my vision on Kyle.

“Im sorry! I completely forgot to mention it, my mind went straight to dinner” Kyle chuckled. I smiled and shook my head.

“So how have you been? How do you like LA so far?” Kyle asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Uh.. well you know, its going okay I guess,” I shrugged. I had only been in LA for a couple of months and this technically is my first outing. I hadn't had much time to get out there because of all the unpacking, and my new found responsibilities taking over my life.

“If Im being honest, this is my first time actually going out since I moved in,” I said as I looked at the menu.

“No kidding?” Kyle asked.

“Kyle, you’re my only friend out here and you’ve been busy this whole time,” I chuckled.

“Fair enough,” he smiled. I skimmed over the menu trying to decide what I wanted to eat. For some reason my appetite completely vanished the second Kyle and I stepped foot into the restaurant.

I’ve never really been good at the whole socializing aspect of life. Being antisocial is sorta my cup of tea.

I sat there in silence, using the menu as an excuse for me not to talk. I was actually pretty focused until Grayson spoke up.

“So where are you from?” He asked as he put his menu down looking at me. If I’m being honest, the moment I made eye contact with Grayson my heart started to beat so fucking fast. His face lit perfectly despite the dim lighting in the restaurant. The way his hair slowly fell down the sides of his face when he would run his fingers through it. Oh what I would do to run my fingers through-

“Washington State,” I said quickly snapping out of my thoughts. “I just moved here a couple of weeks ago.”

“Oh wow! So you’re pretty new to the area?” He asked.

“Yeah.. which is why I haven't really had a chance to go out until tonight. I don’t know anyone besides Kyle here,” I chuckled.

Grayson smiled and nodded. “Well now you know me!”

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The whole dinner went smoother than I thought it would. Grayson was very outgoing and easy to talk to and having Kyle there next to me helped ease the little tension I felt occasionally. The dinner was finally coming to an end and we were all getting ready to head home.

“Hey, what're you doing tomorrow?” Grayson asked looking down at me as we both stood up. I quickly took out my phone to check the date.

“Um.. nothing I guess?” I said looking up at him. “I’m most likely gonna end up unpacking some more stuff.”

“You want some help? We can go out to get some breakfast before or something?..” 

YES ARE YOU KIDDING ME? PLEASE LETS-

“Sure!” I smiled up at him. “Is 9 o’clock okay? I need to sleep in at least a little bit,” I laughed.

“Sounds perfect,” Grayson smiled and bit his bottom lip. “Can I get your number?”

“Of course,” I said taking his phone. I added my name into his contact list as “Y/N :)” just a little something quirky. idk. I’m not good at this.

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1 New Message

Grayson: 9 AM it is! Can’t wait to bring you to THE BEST breakfast place in LA. Goodnight Y/N 😊

Me: Can’t wait! Goodnight Grayson.

Grayson: You can call me Gray 

Grayson: Only if you want to

Grayson: It's not a big deal if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you do anything you don't want to do..

Grayson: Even if it is just a little nickname..

Grayson: Okay I’m sorry for the spam

I laughed.

Me: It’s okay! 😂 See you tomorrow. Goodnight Gray ☺️

Gray: Goodnight Y/N :)

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[ a/n: AHHHHHH here it is! the first part to my first series ahhhhhhh. idk how I feel about it tbh lol like I feel like its bad but im going to really take my time with this series just so I dont rush things. I genuinely want it to be good. pls let me know what you guys think. I won't take anything too harsh. ily all I hope you enjoyed even the tiniest bit ♥️

[the-empress-7]

Sorry to blow up your inbox empress. 

I agree with your assessment Scorpio that confidence has to be earned. I mean I was one ugly duckling in middle school, acne everything, orange face from all the liquid foundation trying to cover it up, black eyeliner, braces. Now I’m 20 years old, I aint too bad looking–I mean Im not every mans cup of tea but I aint ugly either. I gained enough confidence in myself where I felt comfortable leaving the house without an ounce of makeup on and agreed I wasnt ugly. I love my eyes, my little dimple when I smile and my boobs. Nice little 30D cups.

LOL I go back & forth with my hair, most days I wanna be bald because it never does what I want it to & rare occasions it looks like it should be in Vogue.

2020 has destroyed my self esteem though. My face was soooo clear & now its horrible because we have to wear masks. I drink so much water & take care of my face…….and nothing. I look like I’m in the midst of puberty again………. it sucks major dick.

My eating habits have gotten better but my physical appearance……….yeah, no. Finding time to work out is always so difficult because of my busy schedule. 

My confidence issues:

1) my intelligence

2) my physical appearance

3) my social skills 

I have friends but they are all so broke they never wanna go anywhere. The only friend who goes with me to places always has to bring her fucking boyfriend!! Like I wanna go to vineyards, snowboarding, mini road trips, festivals but I’m surrounded by two types of friends where one type never has the time nor the money & the other type always asks “why do you wanna go there or do that?” & Im like “why do you need to question stuff, why not just live?” So Im stuck when it comes to socializing. (This is pre-pandemic btw) I want to grow up and tell my kids and grandkids all the places ive been, all the things Ive done. I have yet to have that one friend that gives zero fucks that theyre broke, & would rather live then stay home. 

My intelligence confidence sucks because nursing is so damn competitive but Im not here to be the best of the best. I want to be smart enough I can be trusted & respected because I know my shit & am good at what I do. Although I suspect this part will take time. These nurses have been doing this shit for a while so 

My physical appearance—I suspect that will take time too as long as I make the time to work out & dont slack. 

As for my fashion sense–well….thats tbd. 

Do you have pinterest? Theres a few pinterest boards that really capture what I love in regards to fashion but I could never pull it off. (nor afford any of those items) I like the black pants, black thigh high suede boots by Jimmy Choo, all black saint laurent handbag with a long cream colored wool coat matched with a white a jumper, nude nails, wavy hair, minimal jewelry–maybe a few finger rings & a simple necklace. 

I’m a complicated Capricorn, and feel like a lost cause.

Am I able to be salvaged, Scorpio?

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I love that this blog can be a space for people to share what’s on their mind, so share away. I will tag @scorpiotwentythree for you.

PS: I have struggled with acne a lot over the years as well, and the number one thing that made a difference for me is vitamin D3. And now that I am almost 40, I swear by Shani Darden’s Retinol Reform, not a wrinkle in sight yet!

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i love you

also on ao3

Summary: Tine has a hard time saying those three little words, so he turns to flowers.

Words: 5427

Tags: #Tine is shy, #this is the first time i dont write tine as a confident gay, #what has this prompt done to me?????, #Fluff, #Established Relationship

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Tine handed him a red rose. Sarawat, confused, looked at it and back at Tine. "What's this?"

There was no answer from Tine. Sarawat noticed Tine was both avoiding eye contact and blushing and, as much as he loved the rosy look in his cheeks and how it somehow made him glow, he was confused as to why Tine would give him a rose out of nowhere.

Tine cleared his throat, "A rose. It's for you."

A little smile appeared on Sarawat lips, "I guessed as much, but why?"

He was confused. Why would Tine give him a flower? Did he want something? Was it his birthday? No, it wasn't, that had already passed like two months ago. Was it a special day? Sarawat was sure he kept track of all of them and today wasn't one of them.

"I just... wanted to give you one. Is it that weird that a boy wants to give his boyfriend a flower?" As sweet as that was, Sarawat knew Tine was lying. He decided to not press since it didn't seem like Tine wanted to tell him and accepted the flower.

"Hmm, it isn't." He closed his eyes as he smelt the flower. "Thanks, I like it." Sarawat felt Tine look at him and quickly made eye contact. "Not as much as I like you, though."

Sarawat's smile grew as he noticed that, even after all this time, Tine still blushed at his random confessions. "Shut up."

Before Tine complained, Sarawat quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. He cut Tine's whine before it happened, "I'm gonna go put it in some water, don't miss me too much, little buffalo."

"You wish," Sarawat knew the words carried no malice, both of them knew Tine was the first one to text Sarawat an I miss you text with a line of sad and crying emojis if they spent more hours than usual apart. Sarawat smirked and went downstairs, his brain trying to come up with a reasonable as to why Tine would give him the rose he held in between his fingers.

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The second rose surprises Sarawat. They were alone in the Music Club's band practice room, Sarawat deciding to stay behind to practice a new song CTRL S was going to perform in a few weeks and Tine tagging along because he was supposedly bored (Sarawat knew it was because he missed him, as he did as well after a long day of barely seeing each other), and Tine had supposedly gone to the bathroom. Sarawat paid no mind and kept playing until he saw a glimpse of red in front of him.

Sarawat looked up at Tine, slightly confused. Tine wore a shy smile on his face. "For you."

Another one? Sarawat was a bit shocked, Tine wasn't one to give him material things, the endless kisses at the wee of the night and the words spoken softly below their blankets being more than enough for both of them, so getting roses for two days in a row made him feel loved in a completely different way he had experienced before.

"I... Thank you, Tine." His voice coming out in a softer tone than he expected.

There were butterflies in his stomach and his smile came a little easier as he looked between the rose and Tine. Was this how he made Tine feel when he gave him the bracelet? The same bracelet that rested on the wrist that was handing him the rose. He moved the guitar aside and took the rose, touching the petals with extreme care. He didn't want them to tear off and break Tine's gift.

"You're welcome, Wat," Tine smiled as he sat down next to him.

Sarawat wanted nothing more than to kiss those beautiful rosy lips, so he carefully set the rose on top of the guitar and did so.

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The third, fourth, fifth and sixth roses all happened during the same timeframe: right before they went to sleep.

During the first two, Sarawat guessed Tine simply forgot to give it to him and remembered just as they were getting cozy in their bed, but as the fifth and the sixth roses came the following days, Sarawat figured that was just going to be when Tine would give him the roses every day until he eventually stopped doing so.

Sarawat wasn't stupid, he knew there was a reason to the roses. He had tried to ask Tine, but his ears turned a bright shade of red and he just said it was a gift. It didn't sound right to him. Yes, Tine could give him gifts, but they both weren't materialistic people and had already talked about that while they were getting to know each other (and Sarawat entered Tine's heart like he owned the place). The last gift had been the bracelet they shared and that happened almost 11 months ago, back when they official moved in together and they were still in that phase of a bit of uncomfortableness between them when it came to being completely public.

That had been so long ago, but Sarawat remembered everything clearly. Every word, every touch, every smile, every tear. There had been some obstacles in the way but they had passed through all of them and were still together now. He had been loving Tine for so long, he barely remembers a time he didn't. His last year of high school being filled with endless searches of the boy he had seen, so bright and full of passion for the music he felt, and endless stares at the only photo he had of him, the only way he had of knowing that he was real and he was beautiful. That was followed by his first year of university, when Tine found him and gave him the chance of a lifetime, a chance to be his pretend boyfriend. Sarawat was over the roof. How could that happen to him? Was praying to god as useful as Man had told him? He didn't care, because he found the boy and he would make sure to never let him go. The school year had ended with them going to sleep for however many hours they needed at their shared apartment, the one they had gotten a few months back, because they were officially dating and they were exhausted after having studied for countless hours for two weeks. And now, on their second year of university, they were better than they had ever felt.

For Sarawat, loving Tine was so easy, so natural, so normal. He wanted to drip Tine in his love, make him feel it all, drown him in it. He wanted to give Tine everything, and if it took him his whole life to do so, then he would because he loved him, every tiny bit of him loved every tiny bit of Tine.

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The seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth roses all happened during the same timeframe: right after Sarawat woke up.

The change had at first confused Sarawat, wasn't Tine supposed to give them to him by night? Why was he greeted with a rose in the kitchen?

His confusion must've been visible because Tine just smiled and kissed his forehead.

"You have to eat quickly or else you're gonna be late, sleepyhead," Tine told him as he gave him the seventh rose in a row for a week. "I made something but I wouldn't recommend eating it, so there's leftovers on the fridge if you don't want to lose more time."

Tine grabbed his wallet, his phone and the keys to the car his mom had gifted him after he finished his first year and as he was about to leave, he walked to where Sarawat was sitting, still looking at the rose like it had grown a head, and told him he was going to meet his mom today, followed by a light kiss on his lips, a 'see you later' and the door closing.

Sarawat's brain was a bit too slow to process everything as he was still zombie-like, and when it caught up to everything, Tine was already gone, he had a new rose on his hands and he was about to be really late for class. So he heated up the leftovers and went upstairs to change his clothes, not without first putting the rose on the glass of water where he kept the other six and reminding himself to change the glass for a bigger one and water them as soon as he came back home.

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Sarawat thought that after the tenth rose, Tine would stop giving him roses.

He honestly had no reason as to why other than 10 seemed like a good round number. The best things were tens: good grades, high charting music, Tine. So when Tine didn't give him a rose right as he woke up on the eleventh day, he wasn't as surprised as he thought he would've been.

What he did feel, though, was a bit sad. Sarawat wouldn't admit it to anyone else other than maybe Tine, but he had gotten a bit used to the roses. They were all so pretty, and Sarawat was known to have a weakness for pretty. For example, Tine. He was as pretty as pretty could be, and Sarawat had found himself staring at Tine so many times he had had to stop himself from looking at his boyfriend countless of times because Tine just looked that fucking beautiful. 

Just as Sarawat thought of how beautiful Tine was, he sat next to him on the cafeteria. Sarawat looked up and the familiar sight of Tine's fingers holding a bright red rose made him smile.

"Another one?" Tine nodded and he took the rose. "Well, today I'm not taking it as a gift because I actually have something in return."

Tine looked very confused and Sarawat tried to suppress his smirk as he handed him the Blue Hawaiian he had bought along with his Americano.

"It's not as beautiful as you are, but it's something," Tine's cheeks tainted themselves in a light pink as he took the drink.

"Thanks, dumbass," Tine murmured those words and had a sip, obviously shy after Sarawat's little 'gift'. Even after all these months, Tine got extra shy when Sarawat flirted and complimented him on public. Sarawat couldn't stop his smirk from showing, their eyes locking as he got closer to Tine's face.

"Aw, are you shy, baby?" Tine's eyes widened at the pet name. He had only used it in very few occasions and he knew how much it affected Tine. Sarawat felt proud of the bright blush on Tine's cheeks, he knew how much power his words had on him and every time it appeared he felt like giving himself a pat on the back and saying 'Well done'.

Tine lightly punched him in the arm as he tried not to smile. "Shut up, dumbass, don't use that word on public," Sarawat's smirk grew and he took the opportunity of being so close to Tine to kiss both his cheeks, feeling how hot they were on his lips.

"Yes, Mr. Teepakorn, I will never do that again," Sarawat joked and Tine couldn't help the smile from blooming in his face at his boyfriend's stupid acts.

A while after that, their friends joined them at the table, and all throughout the half an hour they could spend together, Sarawat's hand rested on Tine's thigh as Tine played with a loose thread from Sarawat's jacket.

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For some reason, Sarawat couldn't sleep that night.

Tine was deep asleep next to him and he didn't want to wake him up, knowing how tired he had felt after cheerleader practice. So Sarawat started thinking about the 11 roses Tine had given him.

He was sure there had to be something behind it. Tine refused to tell him what they meant and insisted they were 'only a gift'. Only a gift, my ass. Tine was someone who forgot things, be it to bring his jacket, his books in the library after he was almost home or his phone in the locker of the cheerleader's changing room. For him to remember to give Sarawat a rose every day for 11 days straight, even as early as before Sarawat woke up (he would never understand how Tine could be a morning person), was a tiny bit suspicious.

So he went to his last resource: Google.

He grabbed his charging phone from his nightstand and opened it, the brightness blinding him a bit until he lowered it. He guessed searching 'what do 11 roses mean' wouldn't give him a definite answer since Tine could give him one the next day and it would then make no more sense, so he opted for 'flower meanings'. That should work, Sarawat thought as he pressed the 'Search' button.

The first thing that showed up were pictures with different types of flowers in them, which wasn't what he was looking for, so he skipped them. Next, there were links of websites from who Sarawat guessed were people who knew a lot about flowers, almost all titles having the words 'meaning', 'colour' and 'symbolism'.

<Flower Meanings by Type, Name, Color and Occasion - The Flower Expert>, the first link read. Sarawat thought it looked legit so he clicked on it. He started looking through the flowers to see if the red rose was there.

After a few weird but lovely flowers, he found the one he had already familiarized himself with and started reading the brief information the website gave.

Rose symbolizes love. It signifies love in its various forms.

Oh.

He scrolled down a bit to see if the website gave more information about roses other than that and, just as he was about to click on a recommended link about the meaning of roses, he saw it.

Did you know? 12 roses as a gift implies the "ultimate declaration of love", 25 roses convey "Congratulations!" and 50 roses express "Unconditional love"

Was Tine- Was Tine trying to tell him something? What did 'ultimate declaration of love' even mean? Sarawat was confused. He wanted to wake Tine up and ask him, but he knew better than to disturb an exhausted Tine. Instead of doing that, he decides to click the link he previously saw.

[...] Red roses convey deep emotions - be it love, longing or desire.

Okay, Sarawat had understood that. But why would Tine give him so many? He already showed how much they liked each other on a daily basis, be it with actions or kisses. He would have understood one but why- oh.

[...] The number of red roses has special romantic meanings associated with them. 12 red roses is the most popular of all which conveys "Be mine" and-

"I love you," Sarawat whispered.

...Tine loved him?

Sarawat felt his heartbeat speed up and a need for air.

They had been dating for long now, their one year anniversary being around the corner, but they had never said those words to each other, Not because they didn't, but because they were strong words, and they didn't want to throw them around like that. Sarawat just never thought Tine would be the first to say them. Well, Tine hadn't directly said them, but the flowers did in his behalf.

At the moment he had only 11 of them and, for the first time since Tine had started giving him flowers, he felt nervous as to receive the next one.

The next day was a Saturday, which usually meant they would go on a date somewhere where food was at close reach and the views were pretty at sunset, but today was storming and it looked like it wouldn't stop, so Sarawat, trying to get more sleep as well as some morning cuddles, rolled to Tine's side, only to find it empty.

Right, Sarawat thought, morning person.

He sighed and sat up on his bed. The only ways of completely waking up he had would either be to have Tine enter their room completely naked (or in some nice lingerie, Sarawat could get into that if Tine liked it) or if he took a shower, and since the first one seemed improbable, the shower option was the only one left.

He got up and looked around their room for some new clothes, hearing the T.V. from downstairs and smiling. Of course Tine was watching a stupid drama. As soon as he got everything, he got into the shower and after 5 minutes, he was ready and wide awake.

His phone made a sound and guessing it was Earn asking him about a doubt she didn't have the time to ask him the day before during practice, he checked it.

Reminder: 1 year with my little buffalo <3

Oh shit.

Thankfully, he hadn't seen Tine yet, so he didn't know (although he hoped so) if Tine remembered it, and Tine didn't know he forgot it was today.

Sarawat, being the kind of person to plan ahead of things, had already bought his gift for Tine a month ago, knowing that their first year anniversary was somewhere during the following month. Present Sarawat internally thanked past Sarawat for being like that. The gift wasn't much, an empty black and white photo album for Tine to fill with the photos he took on his camera. He had bought one two months prior and took it with them on every date and almost every time he went outside. Sarawat always wanted to see the pictures he took, but Tine was always too shy to show them. He hoped that, through this photo album, he would become confident on his photography skills to have them displayed somewhere, even if it's in a really basic photo album that cost a little bit too much than expected. He did request the shop to add a 'S + T' on the cover, so maybe that didn't help.

Sarawat went to check where he kept it and he saw it was safe and still wrapped in that dinosaurs wrapping paper he had found laying around some boxes back when they first moved in. Okay, now it was time to go downstairs.

As he saw Tine from afar laying down on their sofa, a soft smile couldn't help but show up on his lips. Tine's eyes were fixed on one of the dumb American dramas he watched religiously and didn't seem to have noticed Sarawat had even woken up. Sarawat decided that the best way to make his presence known was to throw himself on top of Tine, and so he did.

"Saraleo!" Tine screamed as he was crushed by his wet-haired boyfriend. Sarawat laughed and hugged Tine's chest tight. He kissed Tine's t-shirt right above where his heart was and looked at him, supporting his chin in Tine's chest.

"Good morning to you too, babe," Sarawat could feel how fast that made Tine's heart beat and he smiled. Pet names and their effect on Tine, he would never get tired of that.

"Hm, good morning, babe," Tine's ears were a bright red and he could still feel Tine's heart racing, but now his was racing too.

His smile grew even more. "That's my boy," Sarawat gave Tine a kiss on his chin. Tine apparently didn't like that, because he had a pout on his lips. Sarawat raised his eyebrows. Tine pouting was a rare thing, as he only did it when Sarawat didn't give him something, and it was kind of a universal rule that Sarawat would give everything to Tine in a heartbeat if he asked.

Now was one of the little times where Tine pouted and it melted Sarawat's cold, soft heart. It wasn't fair, Tine was so fucking pretty already, how could he also be this cute? It made no sense.

He was too pretty and too cute for his own good, so Sarawat chose to tease him.

He got close enough to kiss him, and when Tine closed his eyes, he kissed his nose.

Tine opened his eyes and he looked like Sarawat had just betrayed him. He's so dramatic.

Tine pouted once again. "Alright, alright, I'll kiss you. Someone's needy today, huh?" Sarawat once again got close to Tine enough for Tine to close his eyes, and kissed the corner of his lips. Tine frowned and opened his eyes, held Sarawat's face in between his hands and kissed him. Tine wasn't really the one who started the kisses, but the one who made them continue for hours, so moments like this where Tine started the kiss (and such a needy one) made Sarawat feel like he was in heaven.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, Sarawat's tongue exploring Tine's lips and his mouth like it was the first time he did that. Tine sucking on Sarawat's tongue and making Sarawat think unholy thoughts at way too early in the day. He sucked on Tine's lower lip, fully knowing that affected him even more than the pet names he threw around, and gladly took his gasp as another chance to explore Tine's mouth with his tongue. His stomach had other plans, growling loudly and making Tine smile. Sarawat tried ignoring it, but another sound came seconds later and Tine broke the kiss with a laugh.

If anyone asked Sarawat how he liked Tine the most, he would say right now, post-make out with slightly bruised lips and glossy from how many times Sarawat had run his tongue along them, smiling because of Sarawat. Tine was a view Sarawat knew he would never get tired of.

"Wat, just go eat something. We can continue later," Tine's voice was low and it truly didn't help that they had just kissed like that, Tine was making his mind and heart race.

Sarawat hid his face on Tine's neck and groaned. God damn it, stomach, Sarawat thought. Why now?

He left a kiss on Tine's neck and made a move to get up, only for Tine to get him back down and kiss him one more time on the lips.

"Okay, now you can go," Sarawat smiled and quickly pecked Tine before getting up, his stomach making another sound and making Tine laugh again.

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It was almost 10 in the evening when they decided to sit on their little balcony.

The balcony in their house wasn't as big the one Tine had back in his old dorm, but it made do for the few times they decided to come outside and play the guitar until they got tired or cold. Sarawat found it a perfect moment for giving Tine his gift, so when he went upstairs to get his guitar, he hid the photo album behind the the guitar as best as he could and he went downstairs.

What he didn't expect was that he'd find a red rose between Tine's fingers.

The twelfth rose.

Tine looked at him as soon as he passed through the door and just one look at him could tell him how nervous he was. Sarawat was nervous as well, he knew what that rose meant, but he did his best not to show it at all. He tried to give Tine a comforting smile, and it looked like it worked a bit because Tine's face softened a bit.

Sarawat sat next to him and tried his best to keep the photo album between his body and the guitar. The borders hurt a bit but he had no other way of hiding the present until the moment was right.

To distract himself from the slight pain and to calm Tine (and himself) down, he started playing Together by Scrubb. He knew this song's chords by heart by now, having heard the song on all the Scrubb concerts he had gone to back then to look for that beautiful boy, and he having played the song for said beautiful boy at least a thousand times since they both knew of each other. So much time had passed since then, so many good and bad memories came to mind when he thought of the Sarawat who had gotten his foot stepped on and his heart stolen at the same time. Tine had changed so much too, Sarawat noticed it at times. He liked some of the groups Sarawat listened to and even went to concerts of bands Sarawat didn't know of by himself or with his friends, he ate things only Sarawat used to, he wore more shades of dark clothes but still never leaving those pink shirts and sweaters that made him look like the cutest person on the world. They both changed in such a short amount of time, and Sarawat liked to think it was for the better.

The last chords of the song brought him to the present with a still very visibly nervous look on him.

"Tine-" "Wat-"

"You say it first," Tine told him, playing with the rose's stem.

Sarawat hesitated, but Tine looked too nervous to start speaking so he did. "Tine, is everything okay? You look a bit out of it. Want me to get you a blanket?"

Tine shaked his head. "I'm fine, Wat." Sarawat, of course, wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure?" Sarawat asked.

Tine nodded, "Yes, Wat, I'm fine. Don't worry that much, it's gonna make you look old."

Sarawat laughed and they fell in a comfortable silence.

"Wat?" Tine asked quietly.

Sarawat looked at him. He looked nervous once again and it unconsciously made Sarawat nervous too. "Yes?"

Tine took a deep breath. "Aren't you curious as to why I gave you roses for these past 11 days?" "You know I am, Tine, I asked at least twice every day these past two weeks," a little smile showed up on Tine's lips.

"Yeah," Tine chuckled, "you haven't asked today yet."

"Well, if you insist Mr. Teepakorn, may I know the meaning behind all these beautiful roses Mr. Teepakorn has been giving his really amazing boyfriend for 11 days in a row?" Tine's smile grew as he lightly pushed Sarawat with his shoulder.

"So dramatic, Mr. Guntithanon." Tine chuckled. "But you are right. Mr. Teepakorn's boyfriend sure is really amazing."

Sarawat smiled. "I'm sure Mr. Teepakorn is even more amazing."

A light blush appeared on Tine's cheeks. "Shut up, I'm trying to tell you something and you're distracting me."

"Then I won't speak until you're finished, deal?"

"As if that ever stopped you," Tine smiled. "Deal."

Sarawat made a gesture that mimicked zipping his mouth and allowed Tine to speak.

"You know how sometimes I'm not the best at words and I can't express myself as well as I would like to?" Sarawat nodded. He knew Tine struggled with that, but he had been trying to get better and he was really proud of his boyfriend for doing so. "Well, this was one of them. Do you know what roses mean and what they symbolize?" Sarawat shaked his head even though he knew already, he didn't want to explain to Tine how he knew. "My mom explained it to me when I was little and it amazed me. I never knew flowers were more than beautiful plants, I never knew they could be so much more than that, that each one of them had their own thing. The red rose was always my favourite. It means love, any kind of it. I always wished I could give one of them to my partner, to show them much I loved them. To show them my true feelings," Sarawat's heart melted. Tine was such a romanticist at heart and he found it so cute.

"Knowing you, I guess you can already see where this is going." Tine took a deep breath and turned to Sarawat. He handed him the rose, "For you, the last rose."

Sarawat was speechless. His boyfriend, who he loved with his whole heart since the moment he first saw him, loved him back.

Sarawat felt like he could cry. He probably already was and hadn't noticed.

He took the rose and smiled at his boyfriend. "Can I speak now?"

Tine chuckled. "Yeah, you can."

"Tine?"

"Yeah?"

Sarawat took a deep breath and smiled. "I love you, too."

Tine's eyes widened a bit and if Sarawat wasn't seeing wrong, they looked a bit glassy.

"I have ever since I met you, ever since I first saw you. You stole my heart that day at the Scrubb's concert and it's been yours ever since."

And now Sarawat was sure he had seen a tear roll down Tine's cheek. He used his thumb to get rid of it and another one fell down his other cheek.

"I love you, Wat. I truly do," Tine gave him one of the smiles he reserved for these moments with Sarawat, and Sarawat could've easily been in heaven right now, because he felt like no one that bright and beautiful couldn't be a human.

"I know, Tine, I know," Sarawat smiled back at him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

A comfortable silence fell between them, Tine resting his head on Sarawat's shoulder and one of Sarawat's arms around Tine's waist. The only thing making any kind of noise being the wind swirling and the cars on their street.

"I do have a question, though." Sarawat broke the silence.

"Ask then."

"Why 12? Why not 10 or only 1?"

Tine took a bit of time to answer, Sarawat leaving Tine sort his thoughts out before having a good answer.

"Well, for starters, 12 roses is the usual 'I love you' bouquet," the butterflies on Sarawat's stomach fluttered at Tine saying I love you so casually, "and we've been dating for a year already, so it seemed convenient to give you one for every month we've been dating."

Sarawat nodded, it sounded rational. "Happy first year together anniversary, by the way. I kind of forgot to tell between the giving you the rose and the tears," Tine giggled.

"It's okay," Sarawat kissed the top of Tine's head. "Speaking about that, I have something for you."

Tine raised his head from Sarawat's shoulder and looked at him with confusion clear in his eyes. "For me?" Sarawat nodded. He moved the guitar and left it carefully on the floor, the dinosaur wrapped gift on full view and his ribs finally freed from the pain the edges gave them.

"Happy first year together anniversary to you too," he put the gift on Tine's lap and waited for him to open it.

Once Tine got rid of the wrapping paper, he stared at the cover. It was all black with a white S + T on the top part. Tine looked at him like he was asking him if those letters meant their names, so Sarawat nodded. Tine started to look through the photo album, only to find it empty except for the one photo Sarawat had added on the first page. Their first ever photo together, back when Sarawat didn't really understand Scrubb's songs and Tine wasn't as interested in Sarawat. Tine was wearing that ridiculous wig and those enormous fake ears. Even then, Sarawat thought he looked good.

Tine looked at him even more confused than before, and it was Sarawat's time to explain. "I know you're wondering why it's empty, and that's because I want you to fill it with what you want to remember the most. I know you take a lot of photos on your camera, but I haven't seen a single one, so I don't know what you find beauty in. I started it with our picture because it seemed fitting to have a photo of us in it as it's the gift I'm giving you for being being with me, but you can fill it with whatever and whoever you want. Think of it as a happy memories dump."

"What do you think of it?" Tine was looking at him like he had hung the moon for him and it made him blush a little bit.

"I fucking love you, Wat."

Sarawat's blush brightened and the butterflies returned to flapping uncontrollably in his stomach. "I guess you liked it?" Sarawat smiled. "I love you too, Tine."

Sarawat got closer to Tine's face and Tine, wanting to kiss him as much as seemed to, closed the distance between them.

It had taken them a few months of knowing each other and a whole year of dating, but they had finally those three little words.

I love you.