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forlix · 1 year

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𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁・l.f.

— in which you forget that your hot housemate follows you on twitter.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.1k 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・roommate!felix x gn!streamer!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, flirting, kind of an smau, implied friends to lovers, humor if u count jeongin being a piece of shit

𝗮/𝗻・saw this tweet the other day and it was so painfully lix coded that i knew i had to write something asap. contains a tiny bit of gaming jargon but is hopefully comprehensible. ENJOY ♡

y/n ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ @ y/nxx

if someone brings you fresh cut fruit to your table when you're gaming, they either like LIKE you or it's your mom

11:23 A.M.・Oct. 2023・220.2K Views

bokkie 🐣 liked your post.

“My tweet?”

You read aloud the newest text in your chatroom, and your face brightens when you remember the one in question.

“Oh, about the fruit—no, it’s so true though. And I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but I have an inkling she did it to guilt trip me." You change your posture and adopt your best motherly tone of voice. "‘This is your tenth consecutive hour wasting your young adulthood in front of that damn screen. I am now going to hand deliver apple slices straight to your mouth.’ That kind of vibe, y'know?"

A slew of messages follows your anecdote, but it is a comment from one of your moderators that catches your eye first:

je0ng1n: what about the other option tho 👀

You groan at the sight of his username. “Man, why are you always here? Don't you have a job?"

je0ng1n: i’m on break je0ng1n: taking a dump je0ng1n: ungrateful bitch

You brandish a middle finger to the camera. “Hope the dump sucks."

je0ng1n: HEY je0ng1n: don’t even joke about that :(

An involuntary cackle precedes your next words. “If you’re actually wondering, though, the only person who’s brought me fruit while I’m playing video games is indeed my mother. Heartbreaking, I know.”

At this, the steady flow of messages morphs into a gallery of depressed cat emoticons; your audience never fails to impress you with their way with words.

“But if someone other than your disappointed parent is bringing you fruit,” you go on, “they might as well get on one knee in the process, honestly. That's such an adorable, loving thing to do.”

Suddenly, the words MATCH FOUND splash across your monitor, and you move your cursor to accept the game invite—only to be met with a pop-up window and a familiar error sound that grates on your ears like screeching tires.

You know how this story ends: the lights in your mouse go dark, and you look on in dejected silence.

je0ng1n: LMFAOOOOO je0ng1n: bro’s mouse definitely just exploded again

“You guessed it," you sigh. “Hang tight for a sec, guys."

Half an hour ago, you could’ve sworn you heard sneakers being kicked off, a set of keys falling against plastic. Now, you pull one side of your headphones off and roll your chair a few feet backward, calling through your half-open door: “Lix, are you home?”

You pick up on a soft clunk that sounds like metal hitting wood—the cutting board, maybe?—and then your housemate's low, accented answer bounces off the walls of your shared hallway.

“Yeah, you alright?”

“The mouse,” you say helplessly.

“Ah.” It’s not the first time you’ve summoned him for this. “Be right there.”

A few seconds later, you remember to tack on a hurried disclaimer: “I’m live, by the way!”

“I know.”

This brings a bashful smile to your face, though the expression quickly turns to one of pure dismay when you return to your desk and witness the disastrous state of your chat.

Felix has become a regular guest on your stream by now, always popping in to show you a TikTok or ask for your opinion on a new pair of jeans or simply give your camera an awkward wave—but he may as well own your channel with how completely and unequivocally he has captured the hearts of your viewers. They’re convinced he’s the sexiest person to ever grace the earth, with his chiseled features and coffee-colored eyes; with a grin that could set entire estates on fire and a voice that could scrape the nadir of the Grand Canyon.

Do you agree? Absolutely.

Do you have any intention of voicing this sentiment, so long as you’re splitting rent with him? Absolutely the hell not.

Another of Jeongin’s messages—GET ME HIS NUMBER OR I GET VIOLENT—inspires you to minimize the stream window before Felix gets here. It’s for the best.

A few moments later, the door opens, and the air shifts inside your room. A hand comes to rest on the top of your head; a familiar silhouette appears in your periphery. There is a fond grin plastered across your face and a bright greeting sitting readily on the tip of your tongue.

But then, Felix places a plate of freshly cut fruit in the empty space to the left of your keyboard—here, he hums, the sound falling against the shell of your ear like a drop of melted chocolate. And the gears of your brain grind to a complete stop.

There is no further acknowledgment; no supplementary explanation for what he's just done. He simply picks up your mouse and gets to work.

The words of your tweet swim dizzyingly before your eyes, not unlike those halos of stars and birds that revolve around disoriented cartoon characters. And you’re suddenly, achingly aware of your roommate's arm nudging against yours as he tinkers away; of the aromas of vanilla and laundry detergent that always come with his proximity; of the heat that’s risen to your face, and the plethora of questions that have surfaced to your mind.

A soft huff of laughter follows a gentle utterance of your name, and you snap out of your trance. Felix’s eyes are glinting with amusement when you meet them.

“It’s been recalibrated,” he says, handing back your mouse. “Just give it a few minutes.”

Your fingertips brush over his palm when you accept the object, and even this blink of contact has your heart performing an elaborate hopscotch routine across the plane of your chest.

It’s either your mom, or…

“Thank you,” you mumble, finally retrieving your larynx from the bottom of the Atlantic.

“Anytime,” Felix returns, and you know he means it. “You need a duo, by the way?"

“Yes, please.”

He gives you a warm smile at this, and there’s a hint of something else—something new—in the curve of his lips. “Give me two.” And he’s gone as quickly as he'd come.

You will never know how Felix slips his phone out of his pocket the second he emerges from your room, his pulse hounding his ears as he turns a nervous gaze upon his screen.

There is now a supersonic blur of messages saturating your chatroom, a colorful cacophony of moving emotes and capital letters, but he is focused wholly on the person in front of the camera and how you slowly lift a hand to your mouth, deathly silent despite your every viewer demanding your comment on the matter, your sanguine cheeks visible even through the gaps of your fingers.

That is all he needs to know.

Felix sinks into the leather of his gaming chair and bends to power on his computer. Only after a deep breath blows past his lips does his smile start to stretch into a grin, every bit as embarrassed as it is relieved.

je0ng1n: no way je0ng1n: no fucking way je0ng1n: my heart fluttered je0ng1n: wtf je0ng1n: how’d you pull HIM??

y/nxx has removed je0ng1n as a moderator of this channel.

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 5 <-

Part 6

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Fingering, Dry humping, mentions of sex, pet names

Word Count: 3k

Note: Yea… What can I say? Lee Know was my first Kpop Crush, so I really put my soul into this. So hear me out: I thought since your feedback is incredible, I wanted to give you something back. If you want to you can write suggestions/requests in the comments or dm me about what you'd like to read in the parts. If I like it I will think of something and include it in the story! So feel free to tell me your dirty (or sweet) little fantasies xD

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I finally want to see you dance live!", grumbled Lee Know as you emailed him his schedule for the day in the practice room.

"Maybe someday", you muttered as you skimmed over your messages.

“Stupid JYP with those stupid rules”, he sighed and you had to grin. You'd love to dance and maybe even do a livestream with Minho but the company probably wouldn't allow it. The Stream with Hyunjin was a spontaneous idea and you were sincerely happy that yet nobody from JYP had talked about it to you. You didn’t even know if they maybe had a talk with Hyunjin and you were sure, that he definitely wouldn’t tell you to protect you.

However one of the most important meetings was scheduled for this afternoon.

A meeting with a potential new sponsor and at the same time producer for the first music video of the comeback. So one of the most important meetings ever.

The first video had to work the way the guys imagined it and it was your job to make it work. It was essential that the new sponsor was on board.

To say you're nervous would be a massive understatement.

It was the first big meeting that you would have to do alone with Chan. Seungmin would also accompany you, which took some of the pressure off your shoulders. This was one thing you just couldn't mess up.

You just wanted to send Lee Know his appointments for today and skim them quick with him. The tasks consisted the meeting with a new choreographer and then discussing with DanceRacha whether their ideas for the choreography for the big video could be done as they wanted it or if they needed to work on it even more.

Hyunjin and Felix had both already written in your group chat that they were here at any moment and Jeongin was with them. As you walked into the room, Minho seemed to have been dancing all morning.

There were fine drops of sweat on his forehead and yet his skin was just glowing with freshness. Just like perfectly worked marble.

"The choreographer's name is Chun De-Jeong. His application was the most impressive and he has very good references. He sounded nice on the phone, too. But if you don't like something about him, just let me know and we'll find someone new”, you explained expertly and he smiled slightly.

"You really are the best manager we've ever had."

"I try my best", you replied, and that's when he sat down next to you on the sofa.

With that, you finished discussing his schedule as well.

"I've never seen you in a dress like that before...", he mused aloud, and right away you were tugging at the hem of the white fabric on your thigh.

"Is it too much? Do you think it would be better if I change?"

Concerned, you stroke the fine roses printed on the fabric. Directly, Lee Know shook his head, regretting his words.

"No. It's perfect. You are... It looks very cute. You look very beautiful", he said quickly, stumbling over his own words.

Actually, he couldn't take his eyes off the thin fabric the whole time, where it perfectly hugged your curves and sat firmly against your waist. Exploring your profile, Minho noticed from the moment you came in that you seemed tense and restless today.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Quickly nodding, you shove your Ipad into your handbag next to the sofa.

"Yeah... Everything's fine. I'm just a little nervous about the meeting today."

"With that spoiled ass sponsor?"

You nodded again, kneading your hands restlessly in your lap. Carefully he puts one hand on yours and managed to cover both of your cramped hands with his.

Instead of a joke or a mean comment that you would have expected, his voice softened and he squeezed your hands reassuringly.

"You don't have to be nervous. Business people like that are often strange and not exactly sociable. They are assholes, but you're so adorable that he surely won’t refuse any of your wishes."

A worried sigh wrings itself from your throat and you finally managed to look him in the eye. Only now did he recognize the great concern on your face and moved instantly closer to you.

"What if I don't? What if I mess up and you lose a major sponsor because of me? They will fire me..."

His chocolate brown eyes seemed protective, eyeing you with such confidence that you wanted to snuggle up to him. He placed his other hand on your thigh and gently stroked it.

"You won't mess up. And even if it won't work out, we'll find another sponsor."

A soft laugh escaped you as he quoted you, and he too smiled in relief when he saw that energetic sparkle in your eyes again.

Minho was suddenly so gentle and caring in a way you had never witnessed. In front of the others, he always tried to appear tough and untouchable, always had a cheeky comment on his lips and seemed to let nothing upset him.

But right now his other side appeared. His touches were careful on your skin, as if he feared to break you and he was full of care. It’s a side of him that he reserved just for you.

You intertwined your hand with his and squeezed it gently. As you did so, your thighs were tight against each other and he gave you endless confidence with just that. He believed in you and that alone was such a big ego boost.

Your heart began to melt and your eyes were automatically on his engaging lips.

"Thank you Lino. That really helped. I didn’t know you could be so soft.”

Suddenly his facial expression changed. He looked confused, as if he had woken up from a dream, and quickly smiled again in amusement.

"That being said, you have Chan with you. He's gotten each of us out of trouble several times."

There he was again. The tough Lee Know, and he wondered to himself why he had suddenly gone so soft. It was your mere presence that made him protective. He enjoyed feeling your warm skin and seeing the happy twinkle in your beautiful eyes.

In fact, he managed to make you laugh again and it sounded better than music to his ears.

"Don't worry too much. We definitely won't give you back, kitten."

His hand squeezed your own protectively and it touched you that he dropped his walls in front of you. Without thinking, you leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You just could not have expressed your gratitude with words.

However, he froze completely and before you could pull away, he grabbed your face rougher than he wanted to. Firmly, he pulled you closer and it took you a few seconds to realise that his lips were already on yours.

Overwhelmed, you clenched your hands until you could feel his pleasant grip on your hip. The other hand was on your cheek and when you finally understood, you put all the desire and concern into the kiss.

At first he was slow, savoring every second until he took your lower lip between his teeth and let his tongue brush over it. As soon as you opened your lips a little, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and deepened the kiss with his whole body.

He seemed like an addict who couldn't get enough and became more and more impetuous. He tasted like a heady mix of sweet strawberries and spicy mint.

Finally he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto his lap, where he didn't stop licking his tongue into your mouth. Your hands went into his hair and tugged on his strands. His hands went on a ramble, pushing your dress up until he could firmly grip your ass.

A small squeak of pain escaped you as he squeezed tightly and you felt the corners of his mouth lift at your lips despite your eyes being closed.

"You even purr like a little kitten", he growled and you were completely caught in a trance of arousal and passion as he began to spread wet kisses on your collarbone. He sucked on your skin and pushed you demanding against his lap.

The little sighs and your tensed face made the blood rush between his legs and he wanted to fuck you right there against the couch. But he also loved to tease you until you would whimper and beg him to fuck you senseless. That made the painful erection in his pants much more worth it. His hand lightly brushed your thigh dangerously close to your core.

His tongue licked along your collarbone, down to your cleavage, where he slowly pulled the fabric down and worked on your soft skin so intensely with his mouth that you feared just coming from it on his lap.

The bruises Hyunjin had sucked into your skin were almost gone and Minho wanted to make sure, to mark you again so that the other members would see it. He wanted them to know that you were already his little toy and that they had to make a great effort, to get to him.

Overwhelmed, you felt his bulge feel frighteningly large beneath you and immediately you wanted to see if it was really as immense as it felt on your covered pussy. The straps of your white dress fell off your shoulders and Minho's hands kneaded the flesh on your ass so hard that you would definitely get bruises. But that only fueled the arousal in your whole body.

"Admit it, Kitten! You only put on that cute slutty dress to drive me crazy!", he murmured against your skin, and everything about him made you dizzy. A hard hiss escaped him and he looked up at you with an exited bliss in his eyes.

“Damn didn’t thought you’re so fucking needy, Baby.”

With questioning eyes you let your fingers go trough his soft hair.

“What?”

“You’re grinding on me”, he explained and kissed the heated skin of your almost bare tits.

Suddenly, you became aware of your own body, feeling him underneath you and trying to feel as much of him as you can. You feel pleasant heat spread through your body, pooling together between your legs where you were far too effected by the feeling of his erection beneath you and somehow you still couldn’t make yourself stop, even though he looked at you with a teasing smile.

“Oh god. I’m sorry”, you murmured against his neck, but then, you felt his hands wrap around your hips further, fingers digging into the side of your ass, and you realised he’s helping you guide your hips.

He smelled so good that you just couldn’t stop rolling your hips against his.

“No need to apologise. That’s so fucking hot”, he growled and pulled your chin back, to kiss you deeply, while he pushed you even further against his hard bulge.

”That’s it, there you go“, he said softly as you moan into his mouth and started to move your hips against his length and you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering, when the only thing between your clit and his dick was the thin fabric of your clothes.

Suddenly his voice is right by your ear and snaps you out of your aroused trance, so close it sends shivers down your spine:

”You should have told me you like dry humping my dick this much. Fuck, it makes me so hard, can you feel that, kitten?“

You could just nod and get flustered by his words.

Your behaviour was so messy and desperate, even Minho started to lose himself and he kissed you as if he’s never kissed before. It’s more tongue and teeth than needed, tasting you and moaning into your mouth when your tongue meets his. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Someone could come in an catch you, how you pounce on each other like heated teenagers, but the hurried kisses make your head feel like it’s spinning.

It hasn’t been long, you know that, but you’re already started to get close. Like with Hyunjin, you felt things that you never had experienced before. There was something about these boys that made you go crazy and they definitely knew what they were doing.

Even though your underwear and his sweatpants were seperating you from feeling him, there was something so intense about this and about Minho that it hardly mattered, and you knew it won’t be long until he would get you making a mess in your panties.

Unable to keep up with how good it felt, luckily Minho still had a hold on you, and when he noticed that it’s getting more difficult for you to keep composed, he gripped your flesh even harder.

Embarrassed you hid your face in the crook of his neck as he guided you by the hips harder and harder against his hard dick. With one hand he pulled you back by the nape of the neck so that you had to look at him while you dry humped him like a kitty in heat.

"No hiding! I wanna see every adorable flustered expression you make!”, he demanded with a harsh tone, both of you trying to pull the other closer for more stimulation. Your hands still groped and scratched at eachothers skin as you desperately grinded on eachother.

He slipped one hand to your throbbing cunt and started to circle your clit, while you tried to get more friction. He was so hard by now that your mere movements on his dick almost made him come. But he did force himself to calm down because he just wanted to work you to an orgasm and see your beautiful face tensed with desire just for him.

”Don’t stop!“, he ordered and his harsh tone made you whimper.

”I want you to be good and cum for me like this, okay? Can you do that, kitten?“

As soon as he hit the sensitive part of your clit directly with his fingers, a naughty moan escaped you and you started to ride your cunt so hard against his cock that you had to claw your fingernails into his back.

“Fuck… Minho”, you cried and couldn’t think of something else than your high which was announced by the tremendous heat in your lower abdomen.

"Aw, you like that, baby?", he chirped with a growl and guided your hips so that he would still hit all your sweet spots through the fabric. You nodded, unable to speak, rocking your hips even harder against him and his fingers.

He pushed his fingers against your clit and noticed how your body tensed. Directly he accelerated the intensity and held your face tightly again with one hand in front of his so he could look at your teary eyes, swollen lips and aroused expression as he worked you to your orgasm with just the snapping of his hips and his hand. You wanted him as close as possibly and somehow this, his mouth mere millimeters from yours, swallowing your breath, wasn’t enough.

“I’m gonna cum…”, you whimpered and he hold your face even rougher, digging his fingernails into your soft cheeks.

“Look how easy it is to turn you into the neediest, sluttiest mess, kitten”, he growled and pressed you firmly onto his throbbing dick. The wet spot on his pants was already as big as a hand, but he couldn’t care less.

“Oh I can’t wait to fuck that soaked little cunt till you cry my name all night!“

Your hands clawed for some type of, literally any, support on his shoulders while he grabbed your ass harsh.

„Be a good little slut and come for me!“, he demanded and his words twisted your mind.

Eventually you got so caught up in the moment you won’t even were able to stay focused on talking, and he started thrusting up, meeting your hips so you didn’t have to do any work. It’s this that finally does it for you, his hands holding you and his hips meeting yours and you automatically imagine how he would fuck you like this. You wanted more and more, caught up in his scent, his words and his body and finally your orgasm crashed over you.

He helped you to ride your high out and gently brushed his hand over your back.

"Feel better now?", he asked and kissed each corner of your mouth.

„Yes… Thank you, Minho.“

A little huff escaped your lips, while you still rubbed your overstimulated pussy against his length. The friction felt too good to stop, even though your soaked cunt was now extremely sensitive. He laughed lightly and ran his hands through your hair as you let your lips brush over his neck

„Greedy but polite. I like that“, he teased and kneaded your ass again. He couldn’t get enough of the perfect curves and the softness of your skin against his fingertips.

„I want you to fuck me, Minho“, you mumbled against his skin and kissed the sensitive spot on his neck beneath his ear. He instantly got goosebumps and in response he moved your hips again more firmly against his now painful hard length.

He would not and could not wait any longer. He longed to sink into your wet core and fuck you so hard until you begged him to stop. Therefore, he reached for his waistband and pulled it down. With a liberated gasp, his boner popped out and you had to bite your lower lip when you realized that it was even bigger than it had felt through the fabric. He would split you open, but you didn't care. Impatiently he pushed your panties aside and as he slipped into your aching core with just the tip, you already felt, how he stretched you out. Slowly you grinded your hips against his, gasping as only his tip filled you painfully good.

You were so dizzy that you almost didn't notice how the door to the practice room were opened and Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Felix walked in.

It wasn't until Minho glanced over your shoulder in annoyance. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the boys staring at you over your shoulder.

Hyunjin looked at you with a amused, yet unsurprised grin. Felix stared open-mouthed at your naked ass with the white thong on that Minho still had a firm grip on, and Jeongin looked perplexed but definitely aroused by the way you ass was wiggling and grinding against his friends dick.

In fact, the three were more than grateful to have burst into this situation.

"Can't you knock?", Minho spat at them, leaning his forehead against the crook of your neck to breathe in your sweet scent once more. His tip was already in your cunt and he considered, if he should just don‘t give a fuck about the others and push himself all the way into you. If he did that, he'd probably fuck you in front of them too. He already had to fight against his desire but your shocked face made him weak.

Hectically, you tugged your dress back down and adjusted the straps on your shoulders, while he slowly slipped out of you and tugged his dick into his pants.

"We've been knocking, calling and messaging", Felix said meekly, unable to get the image of Minho's hands all over you out of his head and immediately imagining what it would be like to have you sitting on his lap like that, riding his dick and moaning his name.

He cleared his throat and stared at the floor, trying not to get a boner in front of everyone like a needy little schoolboy.

"Yeah... but you seem to have been too busy. Obviously…”, Hyunjin said and his smile was breathtaking.

Minho let you off his lap only after a short resistance and cursed his members quietly. Jeongin was still frozen, looking at you as if you had just flown from heaven to earth.

Embarrassed, you fixed your hair, not resisting Hyunjin's intense gaze. To Felix, you almost wanted to apologize as his head glowed so much you could barely distinguish it from the red walls.

"You guys have to fuck everything up", Lee Know grumbled, leaning forward so they couldn't see the wet spot and the huge bulge in his sweatpants directly.

"We're really sorry, but we need you, Lino. We need to finally start working the choreography out."

Even though Hyunjin's eyes continued to rest on your boobs, he spoke normally to Minho. Gradually, your heartbeat calmed down and you tried to ignore what just happened. They almost caught you, fucking in the practice room. Anyone could have come in but Minho didn’t seem to care at all.

"You look stunning by the way, Jagi", Hyunjin said then and pulled you close to his chest. With his hands lingering on your back, he kissed you quickly. He just couldn’t resist you. The kiss was short but intense and you returned his smile with rosy cheeks.

"Yes. The dress is beautiful on you", Felix agreed and his cuteness sent butterflies in your stomach.

"Thank you. You guys are really sweet."

Jeongin still couldn't get a word out and shoved his hands into his pockets. Suddenly, you remembered something.

Panicking, you searched your phone in your bag and almost had a second heart attack as you read first the time and then Chan's messages where he asked when you guys are going to meet to prepare for the meeting.

"Shit!" you cursed, gathering your things. Along the way, you slipped on your Converse Chucks that you had left by the sofa.

"I have to go see Chan right now. Do you know where he is?"

Hyunjin shrugged and connected his phone to the stereo.

"He was still here this morning", Lee Know said from behind you.

Felix nodded and Hyunjin glanced over his shoulder briefly and replied:

"Yes, but left again around 10 o'clock."

Then Jeongin said:

"He was just at the dorm."

„Okay, Well shit. I'll go there then. We have the meeting in an hour. Fucking hell..."

As you storm out, a few more not so ladylike curses slipped out, due to the stress. The guys looked after you and Hyunjin sighed loudly.

"Is it just me, or is she even outrageously hot when she curses like a sailor?"

Lee Know snorted in amusement and the other two could only agree. Then Hyunjin looked back at Lee Know with a knowing grin.

Still irritated, he snapped at him:

"What?"

Hyunjin pouted his lips and shook his head defensively.

"Nothing. Just wondering why you decided to fuck her in the practice room, in the middle of the day, where anyone could have come in.“

„Thanks to you I didn't even get to fuck her yet“, he said sourly and the boys knew, that Lee Know would go hard on them today. He almost were able to fuck the hottest girl he ever met, and of course his stupid members had to screw it up.

"The choreographer is here“, Felix said, glancing at his phone.

"Do you want me to bring him in? He's been waiting for a while", Jeongin asked, to which Lee Know stood up, his hands in front of the big tent in his pants.

"Tell him he'll have to wait a few more minutes if he doesn't want to blow me."

Felix pressed his lips together and Jeongin looked at him in amazement, while Hyunjin laughed. As the door slammed shut behind Lee Know, Jeongin said monotonously:

"I definitely won't tell him that."

-> Part 7

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littlemissomega · 1 year

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Viral

PornStar!Natasha x Influence Y/N

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, strap used, overstimulation, Mommy kink, video sex, live stream sex, cussing, pet names (bunny, luv, luvie, baby, babygirl, etc), praise kink, degradation kink, Y/N says “it hurt” (nothing is physically hurting her tho), bad writing

Author’s Note: Hey luvs! Sorry it took so long for me to post something! Not my best work, but here you go!

“Hey guys! It’s Y/N Y/L/N! So, for today’s live stream, I’lll be accepting questions, dares, and video ideas! Within reason, of course!”

Y/n smiles brightly into her camera as it records. She started doing videos about a year ago and quickly became a popular influencer in her community. She tugs a fallen curl behind her ear and grabs her phone, viewing her live’s chat.

“Okay, from !booboo cakes ‘What’s it like living with the Avengers? Well it’s definitely… an experience! It was kinda a culture shock to go from living with my aunt to living with a bunch of superheroes and gods from outer space! But at the end of the day, even though they’re faster and stronger than most, they are still pretty normal, I guess? We still fight over who’s gonna do the dishes and what movie to watch just like any group of friends living together!”

Y/N skims through the comments popping in and chooses the next one.

“What is it like partying with the #Avengers and who gets the drunkest? Umm expensive! They’d spend the monthly grocery budget on booze if they could! But they’re definitely party animals. And as far as the turtle of drunkest; Thor, Bucky, and Tony always fight for that,”

It continues like that for a while. Someone asks for a tour of her room, which she gives, another asks to see the training room. When she sees her girlfriend’s name in a comment, her eyes pop to it.

“How are things going with Natasha?” Y/N cheeks flush, “Y’all are so nosy! But if you must know, things are going great!”

A flood of comments like ‘omg she's totally blushing’ and ‘they’re so cute together!’ stream through the chat.

Most of Y/N’s most popular videos and vlogs include Natasha, more specifically Natasha making crude comments that make Y/N blush and stutter on camera, and when Natasha’s hands stay a little more than appropriate.

YN’s account is by no means for kids. She openly talks about relationships, sex, and other more sensitive topics. No one under the age of 18 can view her account. But Y/N’s followers never fail to go crazy when Tasha sneaks up behind her to kiss her neck while she records, or joins her for Q&As or dancing TikToks.

But her channel is also popular because of Natasha’s. Natasha has an equally- maybe more popular- BDSM account. She also happens to be a part time prnstar.

Y/N is much shyer than Natasha, so Natasha has never really touched her on her PornStarsToday account. But she often convinced Y/N to join her on her TikTok account. The videos spanned from Natasha demonstrated bandage knots, proper and safe ways to choke your partner, and safe word descosions. So it’s not like she bent Y/N over a counter and recorded fucking her, but it made Y/N wet all the same. As soon as Natasha stopped recording, Y/N never failed to get pulled apart thoroughly.

The dinging of Y/N’s phone snaps her out of her thoughts. She sees her girlfriend’s name again and doesn’t even read the comment before saying it aloud.

“Call Natasha’ Mommy’ on camera and see how she reacts- Oh!’ Y/N’s cheeks turn bright red and she looks away from her phone.

People aggressively like the comment and chime in with agreements.

“Y’all trying to get me in trouble!” Y/N laughs, still blushing, “Sorry, but I very much value my ability to sit and walk, thank you very much!”

But something in the back of her head jumps at the idea. She’d never called Natasha Mommy before. But she’ll never forget how Natasha reacted when Y/N called her Ma’am in bed for the first time.. Needless to say, Y/N couldn’t walk for two days after.

Y/N ponder the idea, becoming warmer at the idea of how Natasha might react. The warmth shoots straight to her core.

“Okay, okay, you horny fuckers, I’ll do it!” Y/N decides, feeling braver than usual, “let’s go find her,”

Y/N grabs her phone and camera before tip-going out of her room and down the hall.

Natasha is in the living room, read, when Y/N finally finds her. She doesn’t notice her at first, so Y/N props her camera up on the counter and starts recording on her phone as well for two angles.

Y/N prances over to Natasha, stopping within arms length. Tasha doesn’t look up, but a small smile forms on her lips, knowing Y/N is recording.

“Hi, mommy,” Y/n voice ever so innocently.

Natasha looks up slowly from her book. Her eyes take Y/N in, starting at her lips, then down to the strip of skin peeking out from her pink crop top, to her thighs barely covered in her short, flowy white skirt with flowers. She’s the definition of sexy innocence. Natasha’s eyes go dark and pool with lust, but she smirks a little, raising an eyebrow.

“Hi, Bunny,”

Y/’s knees go weak. Natasha only calls her Bunny when she’s about to pull her apart until she cries and begs and passes out from pleasure and pain She can’t help but let a whimper slip from her lips. Natasha smirks wider and the sound and grabs the backs of Y/N’s thighs, yanking her into her lap.

“Mommy,” the whimper slips from Y/N’s lips against her will. Natasha chuckles into her ear, lips moving to her neck.

“You’re making all sorts of mischief, aren’t you, Bunny?” Natasha croons.

Y/N lets out a small moan of response as Natasha sucks on her neck. The phone slips from her fingers, clattering to the ground.

“Drop something?” Natsha asks, amusement ringing in her voice.

“”Pick it up,” Natasha orders.

“But, Tasha, it’s record-” Y/”N starts.

“That’s not my fucking name,”

Y/N falls silent.

“Pick. It. Up.” Natasha orders again, slowly and firmly.

Y/N obeys, leaning over the arm of the chair and retrieving her phone. She goes to end the live stream, but Natsha stops her; taking and prying the phone from her fingers. Y/N’s eyes go wide as Natasha props it up on the coffee table before returning to kissing her neck. Y/N’s face is bright red.

“M-mommy, it’s still recording!’ Y/N voices, struggling to string words together as her girlfriend rubs circles on her thighs.

“I know,” Natasha responds. Her lips stray to Y/N’s collarbone, and Y/N can’t help but tilt her neck back.

“People are watching, Mommy!”

“So, say hi to the followers!” Natasha buckles as she pushes Y/N’s crop top up, leaving her black, lacey bra on display.

Natawsha’s fingers skim the top of Y/N’s bra, but she stops.

“Do you remember your safeword?” she asks gently. Y/N nods.

“It’s red,”

The safeword is cliche and overused, but that’s the first word that had popped into Y/N’s head when Natasha asked her all those months ago.

“Good girl,” Natasha whispers before pulling the cup of her bra down..

And she moans. Natashia fucking moans at the slight of her girlfriend’s soft breast and hard nipples. She latches her mouth around one of the painfully hard peaks and swirls her tongue around it. Y/N’s hands fly to Natawsha’s hair and she teg gently.

On the coffee table, Y/”ns phone buzzes and dings as comments flood in like ‘sorry, did I click on the wrong girlfriend’s account?” and “RIP Y/”

“Mommy pleaseee,” Y/N whines breathlessly.

Natasha removes her lips from Y/N’s nipple just long enough to ask, “You were supposed to be accepting requests and questions in this video, right?”

Y/N nods, unable to form words as Natasha continues her tortuous licking . Heat floods Y/N’s core faster than comments flood her phone.

“Then I suppose we should leave the decision to the followers!’ Natasha turns to the phone, “Should I I fuck her now, or keep teasing?”

Tugging at Natasha’s hair, she grinds lightly against her; desperate for any form of stimulation. Natasha picks the phone up and scrolls for a moment, tsksing.

“Poor bunny, your followers aren’t very loyal! This is going to be a very long video for you!” Naatasha chuckles, “Oh, here’s the most popular comment! They think you should keep grinding your pretty pussy against my thigh , but not be allowed to cum!”

Y/ whimpers at the culmination of crude words and disappointment.

‘But Mommy-”

“No buts! Gotta give the people what they want!”

Electricity shoots through Y/N as Natasha gently tugs her panties off, brushing the sensitive skin.

“Fucking soaked!” Natasha tsks, examining Y/N’s panties before throwing them to the side.

Natasha presses Y/N further into her legging-covered thigh.

“Get started, bunny,”

Moans slip from her lips as she juts her hips forward, dragging her pussy against Natasha

“Come on, you can do better than that!” Natasha voices, attempting to egg her on.

Y/N squeaks as Natasha grabs her hips, grinding her against her harder.

“You’re adorable,”

Y/N’s heart raises as she moves her hips back and forth, painstakingly slow.

“Faster,” Natasha orders like she read her mind.

Y/N obeys,digging her fingernails into Natasha’s shoulder. Her thighs start aching from the effort. Her core tightens as her clit drags against Natasha’s leg. The material is rough but slick with slit under her. Every drag and thrust does nothing to soothe the fire in her core, it just makes it stronger. She jults her hips up desperately and discovers a hard bulge in Natasha’s pants. She’s wearing a strap. Y/N’s hole throbs with the need to be filled.

“Mommy please! Need you so bad! Please, Mommy!” Y/N begs, forgetting about the camera for a moment.

“What do y’all think? SHould I give her what she wants?” Natasha asks the camera.

Y/N braces her head against Natasha’s shoulder and groans.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Y/N mumbles.

Natasha knees the flesh of Y/N’s ass and smirks.

“You look so beautiful, malishka. Let’s see if I get to fuck you yet,”

Natasha picks up the phone yet again and scrolls.

“Lucky bunny,” she smirks, “You get to ride my strap,”

Y/N almost cries at the words as Natasha pulls down the front of her leggings, a thick strap bouncing out.

“M-mommy! That’ll never fit like this!”

“I bet you can make it,” Natasha croons, thumb rubbing Y/N’s cheek.

Natasha never failed to choose long, thick straps despite her girlfriend’s smaller size. She loves watching how Y/N’s eyes glaze over and she cries when Natasha shoves the toy into her.

“But-”

“No buts,” Natasha repeats firmly, “Hop on it, bunny,”

Y/N’s hands shake as she goes to line the strap up with her squeezing entrance, but Natasha stops her.

“It’d be selfish to not like the followers see such a pretty little pussy! Come on, bunny!”

Natasha grips Y/N’s hips and flips her against in one sweeping motion. She’s now facing the coffee table, her back to Natasha.

“Mommy, I wanna see you!” Y/N whimpers.

“I know, luvie. Be a good girl for Mommy and ride her strap,”

Natasha lines her strap up with Y/N’s entrance, but Y/N doesn’t move.

“Momm-”

Natasha pinches her thigh and Y/N’s squeaks.

“Come one, luvie,” Natasha croons.

Y/N braces her hands on Natasha’s thighs as she slowly slides back onto the strap. Her entrance burns and she cries out as the thick strap stretches her. She gets almost a third of it in before she stops, tears burning her eyes.

“You’re only a third of the way there! I know you can do it, Bunny!”

“Mommy can’t!” Y/N babbles, a tear slipping down her hot cheek, “Too much!”

“Do you need some help, luvie?” Natasha croons.

Y/N nods, nails digging into Natasha’s legs. She whimpers as Natasha starts stroking her enlarged clit.

“I know, bunny,” Natasha soothes, “Your tiny baby pussy can hardly fit Mommy’s strap!”

Her other arm hooks around Y/N’s hips and slowly eases her down onto the strap. Y/N cries out at the unbelievable sense of fullness. She collapses back against Natasha, hissing at the shift. Her head lools against her shoulder. Natasha’s lips graze her ear.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and ride my strap. You look so pretty!”

Y/N lets out a mix between a huff, a sigh, and a whimper, but obeys. She can no longer hold her moans back as she lifts off Natasha’s lap, the strap sliding out a little, then back down. Her thighs burn as she repeats the movement. Wet, squelching sounds fill the room and Y/N blushes at the crude noise.She wants to touch Natasha so bad she can hardly stand it. Normally when they’re intimate, Y/N spends the whole time running her fingers all over Natasha’s body and holding her hands. She feels herself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace from the lake of comfort.

“Good girl,” Natasha purrs, “You look so pretty fucking youself on Mommy’s strap,”

She continues rubbing lazy circles on Y/N’s sensitive clit.

“Mommyyy, it hurts! Too big!” Y/N cries, her movements slowly.

“Aww, is Mommy’s fat strap too big for your little princess pussy?”

Y/N nods, not even processing the question.

“Then I guess I”ll have to stretch it out! Faster,”

Her leg cramps and everything aches as Y/N collapses against Natasha.

“Can’t, can’t,” she babbles, “Need help, Mommy,”

Y/N’s entrance throbs around the strap.

“Okay, luvie, shhh, it’s okay. Mommy’s gonna help her baby cum,” Natasha soothes, pushing strands of hair off her sticky forehead.

Natasha’s fingers leave Y/N’s clit, causing her to whimper softly. She calms as Natasha knits one hand together with hers, the other going to her hip.Natasha lifts her hips from the chair and starts thrusting up into Y/N.

“Oh!” Y/N cries, oher mouth forming an o, her eyes wide with pleasure.

The new angle causes the strap to rub every ridge in Y/N perfectly. Her climax building and she writhes.

“You acted so fucking innocent, but you must have known it would end this way, calling me Mommy for the first time, and on camera for that matter!” Natasha voices mocking in her ear.

“Oh fuck Mommy feels so good too much!”

Y/N’s skirt was long ago pushed to her waist, and it rubs against her skin. If she wasn’t so lost in pleasure, Y/N would be petrified at the idea of everything on display for all her followers to see. But she doesn’t even remember the camera anymore.

“Rub that poor clit, bunny,” Natasha orders. Y/N wordlessly obeys, moaning at the sensation.

“I’m g-gonna- '' Y/N starts, but a moan interrupts her and Natsha starts thrusting faster.

“I know, bunny. Cum for Mommy,”

A scream rips from her lips as she obeys, as if her body was waiting for Natasha’s permission. Heat ripples through her as her climax causing her vision to go starry and black. The shred of her consciousness left hears her babbling and moans towards Natasha as she starts coming down. Natasha slows down slightly, but not much. Y/N’s hand falls lip on her clit, but Natasha replaces it with her own. Sensitivity spikes through Y/N, snapping her out of her post climax haze.

“T-too much!” Y/N voices breathlessly

“You can do it, luvie. Just one for time for Mommy<” Natasha purrs in her ear.

“Can’t can’t can’t can’t Mommy can’t!” Y/N chants as her next climax building, threatening to push her over that cliff yet again.

“Yes you can, baby. Just one more, then you’re all done,” Natasha croons.

“Mommy I feel funny,” Y/N squeaks as an odd feeling builds in her core. Not her approching orgasum, but something else.

“Just one more time,” Natasha repeats, panting slightly, “Be a good little bunny and cum one more time.

Babbles and please slip from Y/N’s tongue as her climax hits her like a height train. She feels some kind of hot liquid squirt from her body before blacking out completely.

When Y/N awakens, her whole body is warm and comfortable. Her eyelids flutter open and she finds herself wrapped in Natasha’s arms in their bed.

“Hi, pretty girl,'' Natasha chuckles softly into her ear, “You were out for a hot second,, luvie. How a feeling?”

A heavy sense of exhaustion and leftover bliss hangs over Y/N.

“Good,” Y/N mumbles into Natasha's chest. That’s all she can manage with how subby she still feels. Natasha knows how deep Y/N slipped into subspace.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,”

Y/N’s dap hair is cold against her bare shoulder. Natasha must have put her in the bath.

“What happened?” Y/N asks.

“You squirted everywhere, maluska,”

Y/N looks up from her spot nestled into Natasha.

“I what?” she asks.

Natasha smirks at her before pressing her back into her chest.

“Shhh baby. You did so good,”

Y/N gives up and sinks back into her, inhaling her scent.

“I love you, ‘Tasha,” she mumbles.

“I know you too, Y/N,” Natasha smiles, kissing her head.

They lay like that for a long time before Y/N bolts up, wincing at the pain shooting through her core.

“The camera-”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Nasha laughs gently, pulling Y;N back down, “You’re famous, baby,”

Y/N blushes at what the video must hold, how desperate she was.

“M-Maybe we can…watch it later?” y?n suggests almost inaudibly.

Natasha’s soft laughter rings through the room.

“Maybe,” she smiles.

Y/N grabs her phone off the nightstand.

“Not right now, baby! You’re still too sensitive,” Natasha explains gently.

“I know!” Y/N responds, clicking the phone on.

Her eyes widen at the amount of notifications and text on her phone. And her number of followers.

“How did I get so many new followers?” she asks, scrolling down.

Her face blushes bright red when she sees the first video pop up, and her eyes linger on the number o

“One and a half milllion vie-”

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 6 months

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Connected ch1

pairing: chan x reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: ~1.3k

synopsis: upset reader comments on chans room, chan sees it and privately reaches out to reader to comfort them.

warnings: crying, brief mention of dying (like as a joke), christopher using his rizz, i think that’s all?

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace. this was originally a request from a moot but now has turned into a full series!

masterlist * next chapter

your phone dinged with a notification. wiping the tears from your cheeks, you pick up the device.

youtube: Stray Kids is Live- 찬이의 “방” 🐺 ep.209

you clicked on the link. the screen shows the studio, chans empty chair, the chat moving so quickly you struggle to read it, and FAM plays softly in the background.

you prop your phone up on the pillow next to you, curling your body on its side, sniffling still but finding comfort in the livestream.

as the song comes to an end, chan takes his seat. “안녕하세요“ he sing songs, smiling. and you smile too.

the live goes on for a little over an hour, and by the end of it you’re feeling a bit better. but you have a sneaking suspicion that once the video ends, so will your happiness. even the thought of that steals away some of your joy.

“stayyy im going to go.” he says. “감사합니다“

he waits a moment as more comments roll in. he reads through them.

‘no don’t go!’ ‘bye channie! remember to rest and eat well!’. ‘사랑해요~~’ ‘big hug??’

you read through the chat the best you could, and you normally don’t comment. but today you weren’t having the best day and his live really helped you, if only for a moment. so you click on the chat bar and begin typing.

“chan, im having a pretty rough day today, but your big hugs always help! thank you for this livestream ❤️”

you hesitated for a moment. reading your comment over and over, wondering if it sounded too cheesy. you decided that it totally sounded too cheesy, but the live was ending and what are the odds of him seeing it anyway? so you press send.

he’s still looking down at his phone, reading the comments.

“you’re having a rough day?” he reads aloud, looking up into the camera. your stomach dropped, and the eye contact was making you blush. “i’m sorry you’re having a bad day.” he pouted. “i’m glad i could help a little.” he smiles and then stands. “for everyone who’s having a bad day, or for anyone who may want one, let’s do a hug” he spreads his arms out wide, “biiiig hugggg” he says, leaning toward the screen.

you knew the smile on your face was goofy as hell, but you didn’t care. you couldn’t help it. he sat back down and said his outro, thanking the stays and doing his signature pose, and then the screen went black.

the smile stayed on your face for longer than you expected. but then the day came crashing back to you, the same thoughts, the same fears plaguing your brain. you let out a sad sigh. you could feel the tears coming on again, so you grabbed your switch, deciding you would try to occupy your brain with video games so you wouldn’t be thinking about your life (mood).

you played for hours, your thumbs moving furiously over the joysticks, until eventually you fell into a fitful sleep. you awoke in the middle of the night from yet another nightmare, your heart beating out of your chest, your face and pillow wet with your tears. you reach for your phone in the darkness to check the time. 2am. but that’s not the only thing you see on your screen. you have an instagram messenger notification. you were instantly confused. no one ever messages you on instagram. you cautiously opened the app and clicked the messages in the top corner. what you saw next had your heart seizing. you had accepted your fate. this was how you died and honestly.. you were okay with it. because on your screen, staring back at you, was a message from bang chan. like thee bang chan. like christopher bahng himself. complete with blue check mark and all.

you sat bolt upright in bed, suddenly not sleepy at all but at full attention. you clicked on his message.

“hey this might be weird.. and im not even sure if you’re the right person im looking for. but this picture and username matches the one on youtube?” -9:04pm

“is that weird? it’s weird.” -9:06pm

“i’m sorry ㅋㅋ“ -9:07pm

“did you comment on a live stream of mine that you were having a bad day? if not, this is totally embarrassing and ignore this.” -9:08pm

“oh, you’re probably sleeping” -9:30pm

“sorry again.” -9:31pm

•

you chuckled at his messages. they seemed very… chan. but then the realization hit you. do you message him back? of course you do. every stay dreams of this moment. so you should send him a message. right? yes. definitely reply. but what do you say?

‘oh my god’ you type and erase. ‘yeah that’s me’ erase ‘i’m such a big fan’ erase ‘sorry if i bothered you’ erase

damn this was hard. what do you even say to a famous person?

hands shaking, you settle on a response and type it out before taking a deep breath and hitting send.

“you found me! totally not weird. and yeah i commented on chans room. today wasn’t the best but you made it so much better. thank you!” -2:38am

after you sent the message, you couldn’t stop yourself from reading it over and over, analyzing everything you said. you had decided it was a weird message and you shouldn’t have sent it. you were about to freak out when he responded.

“i’m glad you were the right person! i’m relieved ㅋㅋ” -2:45am

“i just wanted to check in with you. make sure you’re okay. if that’s okay.” -2:45am

you couldn’t believe this. he’s so sweet for checking on you. your heart swelled. you quickly typed out a response to him, knowing his time is valuable and probably limited at this moment.

“that’s so nice of you. i’m doing okay. i distracted myself with video games. haha.” -2:48am

“well i did until i fell asleep and had a nightmare.” -2:48am

“you had a nightmare? i’m sorry to hear that.” -2:50am

“i wish i could go live every time you needed me.” -2:50am

he is literally the sweetest human and you thought you may cry.

“you don’t have time for that. you’re so so busy. one hour with you earlier helped me so much, truly. you’ve already done so much.” -2:53am

“not if you’re having nightmares.” -2:55am

“that’s not your fault tho, chan.” -2:56am

“chan?” -2:57am

“sounds so formal. ㅋㅋ” -2:57am

“well.. that’s your name. so… haha” -2:58am

“i think i prefer channie. ㅋㅋ” -3:00am

“or you can just call me your boyfriend.” -3:00am

you squealed and giggled, kicking your feet under your covers. he did not just say that.

“maybe i should just call you chrizztopher.” -3:02am

“ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ” -3:03am

“that works too. ㅋㅋ” -3:03am

“i’m sorry, but i have to go now. busy busy.” 3:04am

your heart fell a little, but you know how busy he is and you got more time with him than most people, so you were happy.

“that’s okay! thank you for checking on me. it was very kind. ❤️” -3:06am

“oooh hearts. i like hearts. ❤️❤️❤️” -3:07am

“good night. and if you have another nightmare, message me. i’ll have my notifications on.” -3:07am

you had the thought that the world does not deserve bang chan. and what did you do to deserve him? you felt so lucky.

“thank you channie. don’t work too hard.” -3:08am

and then he was gone. off to record some music, or write some music, or take some pictures, or do an interview, you didn’t know. but you fell back asleep with a smile on your face and for the first time in a long time, you slept through the night.

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🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

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mightys12 · 2 months

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How me write good?

Well, if you’re asking for writing advice, I might not be the best person to ask but I’ll do all I can!

The most important thing to improving at writing is just practicing a bunch. You don’t have to be good, you just have to try. This is gonna sound like a little strange advice, but one of your best bets is to find a larger fandom. I started out in the BNHA fandom, and because there were so many molds to fit into and so many people reading, posting and commenting it had a lot of benefits. Notably, if your primary catalyst to keep writing is comments/kudos, a big fandom helps to keep that up while you learn to write for fun (gradual process, some people never really do and that’s also fine). But just writing over and over and over again will make you improve. If you don’t want to put out low quality work on your main, take the time to make an alt and pump out lots and lots of content.

While you’re making that lots of content, try to go basic in terms of improving your writing. Look up short videos on the Oxford comma, read your writing aloud and figure out where you’re missing commas, toy around with your writing to figure out where periods should replace commas, watch videos on dashes, or take a look at how semicolons are used. These short videos aren’t about a sharp guide on how to write. Writing is something with a lot of style and unique ways to convey your voice with writing. Depending on the media you consume, that will alter how you write as well. Use these not to force yourself to write in a certain way, but to become familiar with the tools in your toolbox. Learn punctuation so you have a useful wrench to piece together what you want to convey.

Another useful thing is to step back and read your own story from a readers perspective. What are they missing that they need to know? What might’ve been a little unclear? What misconceptions could arise? Scatter the answers to the questions throughout your text - avoid large lore drops and characters monologuing where you can.

Something notable is character interactions. If you have two characters interacting, you have to remember to keep their “voice” in mind when piecing together their respective bits of dialogue. Are these characters strong-willed? They’ll look for a disagreement with each other, then, most likely. Is one more meek compared to the other? He might be a bit of a pushover. Their “voices” are influenced by their circumstances, too. Even meek characters gain stronger voices when surrounded by people they know care for them. Strong-willed characters may back off in situations where they feel uncomfortable, or they might press forward being inconsiderate. Remember, if you struggle with these “voices” the “OOC (XYZ)” is your best friend : p

Find someone who enjoys your work. This is a later step. Once you’ve gotten the basics down, written enough to improve your general abilities and understand your toolbox well enough a great step to take is find a beta reader. Someone interested in what you want to write. I lucked out with an amazing beta reader in the form of @bluginkgo who I cannot appreciate enough (sorry for the tag!). They helped me make leaps and bounds in my writing, and once you have an established enough ability to write, a beta reader is a great next step to elevate your writing in the short and long term.

Finally, read. You pick up tricks steadily whether it be from reading good fanfiction or reading high quality literature. You learn to watch out for issues you find a little gross on the eyes. Things like repetitive word use, not enough action included in dialogue (even something as simple as making a character scratch the bridge of their nose), or the plot becoming unclear all become easier to identify as a writer by seeing others mistakes and successes from the lens of a reader.

#writers on tumblr #writing #writing guide #fanfiction

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sweatandwoe · 1 year

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Lotta good questions on that ask meme sooooo 12, 17, 24 + 57 😚

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I think it's a double-edged sword in a way.

No feedback can be really demoralizing for fics, but it does happen. Not every story you write is going to be popular. Some stories are just for you, and maybe a few buddies. They're for you to go back and read and enjoy, I have a few fics I've written that I like to still go back and read. I have a bunch of fics that I have shared with only one person or a few people because I wrote it just for them.

However, on the other side of the spectrum, I once got around 50 comments in like 2 days/1 night on one chapter in SI (think it was chapter 8, when Reader gets fired). And as a result I felt very overwhelmed and I rushed out the next chapter because I was not thinking it was going to have that sort of impact on people. I felt bad that so many people were upset over what happened, and I think if you read chapter 9, it feels more jarring because of that. Like there should've been an extra chapter in there. But I also feel like we analyze our own works so much because we're trying to translate our thoughts into a google doc, and if it doesn't match perfectly it can feel like it's inadequate even though the person reading it loves it.

So yeah, write for yourself and if something blows up in popularity, take a deep breath and focus on your story and know that people are already enjoying it, keep at your own pace, so you continue to enjoy it. People are commenting because they felt something from it, and they liked it and try to keep that in mind (cause I did not but now I know)

rest under readmore

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

Anything else. Going for a walk, taking a shower, listening to some music, play video games, etc. It's my brain saying 'we need a break' and you should listen to it or else you will burn the fuck out.

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Anyone who says to buy/subscribe to a writing program.

Programs are a great tool to help you write or organize your writing, etc. However, just buying a program will not have you becoming an amazing world builder or writer. I always see 'helpful programs to increase your writing flow' or like writing YouTubers getting sponsored by these programs, but I always find you should only get one if you are already feeling like 'yeah world anvil will store all my world-building things' or 'campfire can help me organize my plot/characters because there's so much stuff in my head and I'm so excited'. Some of these programs would be amazing if you can't physically write as well, but a lot of their accessibility tools also seem to be a bit lacking. You should only buy a program if you feel it will help you in some way, and also always use a free trial before you buy cause some of the programs are just janky as shit

Also there are a lot of free alternatives to a bunch of these programs

For me, the best outlines/writing comes when I write it out by hand and then have to type it. It just makes me think more about it and it's more visually nice to my brain to write out like a brainstorm or draw out a timeline or outline to follow first before translating it to a doc.

57. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished?

If I notice something jarring while I'm writing, I'll edit it. But I usually wait until it's finished to do all my editing. Run read aloud over it and listen to where I truly fucked it.

Get to Know Your Fic Writer Asks

#valaruakars #thank you <3 #sweaty asks #this one was also long rip #ask game

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lgchyejoo · 2 years

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♡･ﾟtime after time

with @lgcsomin ♡

“is my eyelash falling off?” she asks her groupmate as she blinks, trying to make sure everything looks okay for the video. the last thing she wants is for the comments to point out that her eyelash is detached. she’s happy to be paired with somin for this video segment, because she always felt like in crystallis, her and somin especially understood each other. maybe it was just a side effect of being the youngest members, or not being in lgc girls as long as the others have, but either way she’s happy about the way this worked out.

so she feels relaxed this time, whether that’s a product of getting used to these things or because she has her friend next to her. “who gives the best advice?” she reads aloud, looking at the other girl as she thinks about it. “i think everyone is pretty good at giving advice? or like...depending on what kind of advice i want i would go to a different person.”

“but i think...maybe yura...?” her sentence ends like a question as she turns to somin for agreement. “yura is good for advice because she gives it in a straightforward way, and she thinks a lot about it before telling you. but danbi is good too i think, since she’s the leader it’s easy to look to her for things.”

#lgcsomin #lgc:crystallismission #( ‧₊˚✧ › time after time )

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ask-thedepressedkidatthetable · 2 years

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Driver’s Ed.

@heartxshaped-bruises (This got a lot longer than I initially anticipated!)

Driver’s Ed. For all him and Casper bitched about the faculty, Alex didn’t think he had ever come to hate a teacher like he hated Gary “Coach” Montano. The feeling was mutual. The guy was one of those old burnout, ‘I used to be a cop but now I teach high school brats’ types who clearly couldn’t handle a few layers and a patched jacket with, ‘Kill All Fascists’ on the sleeve. He wouldn’t have even connected it if the guy wasn’t staring sickles at it.

Okay, okay, so many acting out wasn’t the best idea in his class. Maybe he should have figured out it would have gone badly, but he just couldn’t help himself when they began passing the textbook, reading a section aloud. In his defense, they had studies that embellishments in these kinds of assignments improved retention. Mostly because you got to weed out who was or wasn’t paying attention. Like the next table, who sat on their phones all day.

His section had been about watching out for wildlife, and he thought it was pretty funny to shout, “Squirrel!” in the middle of it until Montano shot him down with a snide comment about sticking to the textbook . . . Yeah, okay. He got it. No more talking in class. Take a page from Casper since he was right fucking there!

“That is your name, isn’t it?” Montano said, calling Alex to the front of the class a few weeks after the textbook incident, to read an illegible name on the whiteboard that honestly, might have been “Rebecca.” Funny, how Alex didn’t remember coming up here to write his name in the first place. They were supposed to start getting in the car now. A whole group of them, driving each other home like a combustion powdered game of leap frog. It put a bad taste in his mouth. How was he supposed to stomach getting into a car with this guy and a lot of classmates he despised? Alex bit down the hot embarrassment, saying a simple, “Yes sir.” because it didn’t matter anyway as he sat down, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

He did actually think this class was important. It was the one time he was actually trying! He was paying attention, he was watching videos and reading books, watching and trying to practice in his free time! It was a life-skill they’d probably use everyday and it was dangerous!

Alex didn’t think any of that would help him now though. He didn’t think anything would help him now. Whose brilliant idea was it for him to drive first with everyone in the backseat? Why couldn’t he have been last? Why didn’t he just jump out of the car right now? The boy gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as the “coach” screamed at him. General things, you know? “You’re so stupid, why didn’t you just go? You have right-of-way, get into the fast lane and turn here!”

Why couldn’t you just take the back-roads? Why couldn’t you just wait for everyone else to go? He could be patient! He didn’t want to get into a wreck! So many people died in car accidents, and it wasn’t just him! If it was just him, it’d be fine! But he had people in the backseat! People who wanted to get home safe and he thought they deserved that chance! It was terrifying. There were so many people and so many variables, it was terrifying.

He was trying so hard to be good about it. He was swallowing everything and just trying to get through this day- “That was a stop sign.” One completely hidden by bushes, unless you already knew it was there. The hard stop was not fun. Neither was the yelling. “You aren’t even listening, are you? You’re not paying attention and you’re not even trying! Do you want us all killed?”

“I will slash your goddamn tires! You worthless son of a bitch! Is that what you want?” Montano was supposed to show them how to change a tire. How to fix their car and when to call a mechanic. They hadn’t done that. They hadn’t done a lot of stuff in this shit-hole class that they were supposed to do. They were fucking liars.

Alex didn’t even know what he said after that, he was so caught up in the screaming. He almost pulled his knife- he wished he had pulled his knife! But he wanted so badly to be a good person that he ran away instead, like a coward. Alex struggled with the seat-belt and slammed the car door behind him, leaving everyone else somewhere in the middle of the city as he started walking. It didn’t matter where he went, he knew the city! Just so long as it was away from all that.

He was sorry.

Having Casper in the back, just watching it all felt like icing on the cake. It was humiliating. How was he supposed to show he could ever be a functional human being when stuff like this happened?

Alex hated everything. He wanted to die. Or live in a cabin in the woods somewhere. He wasn’t really sure which . . . He just wanted to be alone, and not feel sick to his stomach for once.

He got a detention slip the next day. It was weird. Shouldn’t it have been a suspension? If the school’s rumor mill was anything to go by, he’d threatened to kill Mr. Montano somewhere in there yesterday. Apparently that just wasn’t that big of a deal.

“I shouldn’t have said I’d slash his tires.” Alex said, wondering why Casper was even there. What did he have to gain from laying in the grass with him? Alex didn’t understand, and there was still too much going on to work through the confusion and feel anything other than angry and really, really sad. He didn’t want to think about people like that. He just didn’t see a point in Casper hanging around unless there was something to take.

He was so fucking cynical and ugly. He was an ugly person. He wasn’t going to apologize to Montano though, because he didn’t feel like he’d done anything wrong.

“I can’t do it now. He’d press charges if it actually happened.” Alex’s words faded after that. He laid with Cas, passing phone memos back and forth before giving the other’s phone back without a reply. He couldn’t think of anymore words . . . Not too long after that, some powdered sugar ended up in Coach Montano’s gas tank.

Alex didn’t feel sorry for him at all.

#alex&casper #heartxshaped-bruises

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w2soneshots · 6 months

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world you write for ksi about the reader being like a huge influencer and she randomly goes live and jj, without knowing walks in just and presses kiss on her forehead and then it's like "oh shit" and the next day it's all over twitter

sorry about my explaining skills they ain't the best

Live -KSI

words: 0.5k+

warnings: none.

summary: yours and JJ’s private relationship becomes a little less private.

notes: thank you for your request anon! I hope that this is what you were thinking. Enjoy🍿🫶🏼

y/username

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y/username: happy Friday🌟 @ksi

-comments-

ksi: ❤️❤️

taliamar: the outfit is👌🏼

-> y/username: 🫶

y/nfanpage21: you two are so cute!!

user6183905: can't believe JJ bagged her

I've been with JJ for 3 years now. We met at a YouTube event and the next morning I had an instagram message from him asking if I got home ok, a months later we'd been on multiple dates and I was officially his girlfriend. We kept our relationship a complete secret so only our friends and family knew but decided to announce it quietly to everyone after a year of being together. We still kept it pretty private, only posting the odd photo here and there. I've been doing YouTube for years and have a pretty substantial following on all of my platforms, so thankfully don't get to many of the "your with him for the money" comments.

y/username just started a live video...

I decided randomly that I was going to go live to say hello and answer some questions. Thousands of people immediately started poring in. "Hey, how's everyone doing?" I asked while trying to read through the comments. "I'm bored so I thought I'd pop on here to answer some of your questions." I said. "When are you gonna do another PLT collection," I read aloud, I shrugged "can't answer that one." I said with a wink to the camera. "Ok umm- where's your top from, Bershka." I answered.

After a little while I heard the door to my office click. I quickly pressed the "pause live video" button as JJ walked into the room. "You alright?" I asked. "Yea, I'm just heading off to training, see you in a bit." He said then pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. "Bye, love you." I said with a smile. "Love you." He returned the smile then left. I turned back to my phone to see it still on and the comments flooding with: "OMFG" "I screen recorded it!!" "They're so cute" "I THINK SHE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT IT ON🤣" my eyes widened "shit." I said aloud. It didn't pause. I quickly said goodbye and ended the live.

JJ arrived home a few hours later. "Hey." He said tiredly. "Hi, how was training?" I asked, pushing myself off the couch. "Good, I actually-" "JJ," I interrupted him, his brows furrowed "I um- earlier I was live and I forgot to tell you and I thought I paused it when you walked in, but I didn't and they-" I rambled. "I saw." He said calmly. "You did?" He laughed "it's all over twitter, the boys sent it to me." He said with a chuckle. "You're not mad?" I asked. "What? No, of course not." He replied. "Oh, good." I sighed of relief. "I am getting roasted though, I think this is gonna take awhile to die down." He said with a grin.

ksi just posted a new story!

#sidemen #fanfic #image #oneshot #ksi x reader #ksi #jj olatunji #jj #jj olatunji x reader #instagram #twitter #private but not secret

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marlaluster · 2 years

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The saga continues: I continued putting fake positive comments on Instagram posts today as it's very entertaining for me...

Here (below) are more of my comments from today and late yesterday night where I'm pretending to be someone who acts like it's okay here in this false reality ruled by the devil. As usual, the comments were so enjoyable to write and read again and again later.

It is so hilarious that I'm being really corny and fake and (secretly) making fun of the people here who are so fake and corny to me, but I'm not supposed to occur as doing any of things on purpose (Hahahaaaa!!!). I'm supposed to PASS for a regular person.

Next I'm listing the comments a bit of a description of the Instagram posts the comments pertain to in each instance...

[Following is my comment on an Instagram post by People Magazine about a white grandmother who has Thanksgiving dinner every year with a young black man she mistakenly texted seven years ago in trying to text her grandson about Thanksgiving dinner.]

I can't imagine WHO wouldn't be TOUCHED by this story of barriers broken that SEEM to be between us! So worth sharing, OBVIOUSLY, to warm our hearts! We are not so DIVIDED or COLD toward each other, as it may seem in EVERYDAY life! So many reasons to be positive about OUR world!

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[Next is a comment I shared on a People Magazine article about queen consort Camila Parker Bowles wearing a crown with sapphires and other huge jewels on it. It seemed ALL the comments on the post were pretty negative, but mine was not because I'm making fun of that people act like the things like royalty (and inequality) are possible to exist here.]

Bejeweled and it's for the BEST for all of us! Overjoyed to see such BEAUTIFUL things for our royalty among us, those we treasure so and put at the fore for GOOD REASON!

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[I put the following comment on an Instagram post with a picture of Princess Kate and Prince William. Kate was wearing a burgundy lacy dress that was, like her usual attire, quite tasteful and not sexy at all despite being lacy.]

Her style is unstoppable! I bet it could survive a nuclear explosion! What do we expect for someone in such a position, though. I guess mesmerizing the masses (at least those with similar tastes) goes with being in the public eye!

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[I wrote the following comment on an Instagram post with a picture of Princess Diana meeting legendary singer Tina Turner.]

An ICON meets an ICON! We are SO LUCKY to be blessed with people like this whom we cannot help but LOVE and seek to put at the FOREFRONT! Our world is so AMAZING where TRUE greats stand out!

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[I put the following comment on an Instagram post sharing a video of Prince William looking at Kate as she may have been talking or something like this, but I did not hear her talking in the video, so I am not sure what she was doing in the video.]

He sees forever in her eyes for sure! They are so true, all the way! They are so real and sincere!

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[This next comment I put on an Instagram video showing a black small child dancing to a rap song and then a woman singing along and also dancing to the song. The video had text on it saying something like, "Bad baby that no one wants to babysit" on the part of the video with the small child dancing and something like "Aunt who is always down to babysit" on the portion of the video showing the grown black woman dancing.]

C'mon, there's no such thing as a BAD baby! But then again, there are quite a few bad apples in THE REAL WORLD. It ain't always pretty, but what can we do but TRY to make the most of the variations the world doles out?! It takes all kinds…

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[I put this on a video shared on Instagram by the account with the tag csapunch. The video showed a Asian and white mixed race woman appearing to be cleaning the floor with a Swiffer type tool, but immediately stopping to instead start dancing to a 90's R&B song playing aloud for everyone to hear, I don't remember which somg it was but it mentioned sex. The video not only showed the woman dancing, but also the reactions to her dancing by her children and spouse played by her. The woman very often has videos that include her dancing or seeming to enjoy R&B music from the 90s.]

I NEVER get TIRED of your LOVE of 90s MUSIC! It NEVER gets played out! Lol! You go gurl!

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[I put this following comment on an Ibstagram post sharing a childhood photo of Meghan Markle who was wearing two braids.]

And she grows up to be such a GOOD QUALITY PERSON like all parents hope for!

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[This next comment I put on a Instagram post sharing a photo of a pizza with full strips of bacon on it rather than the traditional chopped bacon, which my soulmates and I thought was some kind of glitch in the Matrix or something, i.e. something gone awry in this false reality.]

Never seen full strips! Obviously better this way than chopped, as surely EVERYBODY knows! I can't imagine anyone would disagree! It's UNFATHOMABLE! LOL! 🔥🔥🔥

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[A comment I put on an Instagram post by Tom Brady sharing a photo of his along with the caption "My inspiration."]

No lie! He is that indeed, YOUR INSPIRATION, I can tell! Where would we be without the children?! Nowhere, that's where! I'm so affected by the love of father and son!

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[A comment I left on an Instagram post by Chris Hemsworth where he had a video of himself taking an ice bath as part of some challenge for his docuseries Limitless.]

Gosh! I can TELL this is SO DIFFICULT. But what are WE to do in our world where the MOST REWARDING things are THE MOST DIFFICULT?! It seems the MORE DIFFICULT something is, the more rewarding it is! Hallelujah! Who among us would want things any other way? No one wants things that are EASY to get. We wish things that take us to be somebody of NOTE and SIGNIFICANCE and SUBSTANCE in order for us to have them. I'll shut up now. The truth has been SPOKEN -- not by you, but INDEED by YOU DOING ALL YOU DO to show what is WORTHWHILE in this LIFE that belongs to all of us! Amen!

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leetotters · 3 years

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sassy quips

note: this was so much fun writing. credits to the funny tiktok audios and instagram videos i saw to write this short fic! the writing in italics is the 'youtube video'. i need a better title for this

warnings: tom and reader are together ofc, cursing, sassy/funny!reader? lmao

tom holland x reader, tom holland and co x reader(platonic lol)

summary: harrison stumbles upon a youtube video containing funny/sassy moments between y/n and the holland brothers(including harrison)

Tom and Harrison's loud laughs could be heard from the living room, the boys were currently doing an Instagram live, claiming it was the perfect time to do one since they were bored and Tom hadn't interacted with his fans in the longest while.

You yawned walking into the room finding Tom's phone propped up on the blue fruit bowl, showing his screen the lasagna Sam made earlier. "Hey guys" You spoke, jumping over Harrison's giggly body on the carpeted floor to seat yourself on Tom's awaiting lap.

"Hey love, sleep well?" Tom asked, brushing the loose hair that rested on your forehead before pecking the space between your brows. "Yes" You sighed, turning your attention to Tom's live.

You skimmed through the comments, laughing at some funny ones and awing at the ones stating you were pretty and all boosting your confidence, "Someone asked why is Harrison laughing" You read aloud gaining the blonde's attention.

"I found a video on YouTube and it's hilarious" He grinned pushing his phone so it was in front of your face. You twitched your brows up when you saw the title.

'Y/N and the Holland Brothers funny/sassy moments'

"Oh my, no way" You grabbed his phone, clicking the video. "Wait" Harry took the phone, connecting the YouTube video to the television before handing it back to you. "Now everyone can see" He explained, plopping down on the sofa with a bowl of pretzels.

"Ready?" You inquired, pressing the play button on the phone when the boys replied with an amused 'yes'. Tom flipped the camera so the live could also see the video being displayed on the flat screen.

The music of the YouTube channels intro played, the classic aesthetic sound and the accounts name saying to subscribe before the title finally showed up. 'Y/N and the Holland brothers funny/sassy moments part.1'

"I am single" You wistfully spoke, your lips forming into a pout taking a sip of your orange juice before continuing. "And you're single" You pointed at Tom making him get a sense of hope that you're finally catching on that he likes you. "And well that can only mean one thing" You closed the cap of your juice, Tom smiled waiting excitedly for your answer.

"Nobody fucking wants us yo what the fuck" You dropped your head dramatically on the marble counter. Tom rolled his eyes, resuming the task he was doing before you barged in.

"Why you do him like that Y/N" Harrison voiced, his words stuttering from his loud laughs. "Tom was practically waiting for you to ask him out" Harry added bursting out into laughter as well. Tom and you just chuckled remembering that was days before he actually choked up the courage to ask you out.

At that moment you wanted to rip Tom's head off, who gave this foolish boy the idea of buying chickens? you questioned yourself while trying to stealthily grab the egg that rested under the hen. The boys were right behind you, outside of the coop cheering you on whilst you collected the eggs. "You can do it" Harrison clapped, swaying his head side to side. "You can do it" Sam danced along bumping his hip with Tom. "You can do it" Harry encouraged. "You can do this" Paddy sang, grinning when he heard you let out a loud huff. "You can do thi-"

"Shut the fuck up" You yelled glaring at Tom. "We're just encouraging you" They defended. "No! You almost made me drop the egg" You whispered yelled hearing the hen starting to cluck.

Tears welled in all of your eyes, chortling at short clip, "You all are so annoying" You playfully rolled your eyes, earning a light pinch from Tom. "Oh please we were encouraging you!" They spoke simultaneously making everyone erupt in another fit of laughter.

Paddy ran up the staircase, trying his best to conceal his giggles as he ran into your and Tom's shared bedroom. "Y/N get out of the house, it's on fire" Paddy exclaimed, dropping down on the floor and rolling his way towards you to make his so called prank more believable. "Well tell the fire hold up, because I'm doing some important shit here" You replied not even caring that the younger boy was crazily rolling on the floor. You gave Paddy a weird look before clicking the resume button on your phone vibing to the song once more.

"Paddy really started rolling" Tom wheezed through laughs, genuinely finding it funny that his brother really thought he could prank you, he knew nothing came between you and your music vibing time.

"Hey did you call our neighbor Mrs. Johnson a bitch?" Harrison inquired, seeing the scene earlier where you flipped off the old lady for some odd reason. You looked up at Harrison from your spot between Tom's clingy arms, "Yeah! She changed her Wi-Fi password" You huffed, cuddling Tom again because you were pissed off. "Yo you can't be- that bitch changed the Wi-Fi password?!" Harrison gasped. "Guys Mrs. Johnson changed her Wi-Fi pass" Sam groaned walking into the room. "Y'know we have our own Wi-Fi right?" Tom chuckled honestly finding the situation rather stupid. "Her Wi-Fi is faster Tommy, no offense" You patted his chest.

"I'm so happy we got it back" You spoke up, the boys agreeing by nodding their heads. "Please you all are so dramatic" Tom uttered scrolling through the incoming comments and hearts on his live. "We shouldn't have given him the password" Harry grumbled softly only for you and Harrison to hear.

It was Saturday, and on this day it only meant one thing in the Holland household, dance night! The legendary sound of 'Watch Me' filled the neon colored living room, you skipped over to Sam knowing the song was one of his favorites. And well what happened next was uncalled for, when you were about to 'whip' you accidentally punched Paddy in the face.

"Okay so explain to me what happened" Tom asked holding the pack of peas against Paddy's swollen face. "Y/N punched me in the face" The teenager whined, his words muffled. "Bitch? No I didn't, I tried to whip and he was in my way" You held your hands up, stepping back, grinning when Sam voiced 'She's right, he was in her way Tom'

The screen blanked off, the channels end card appearing, the same aesthetic sound played but was drowned due to the laughter emanating from the room. "I told you'll it was hilarious" Harrison held his chest trying to calm down. "Wait there's a part two" Harry pointed to the video next up.

'Y/N and the Holland Brothers funny/sassy moments part 2'

"More?!" Tom and you shouted not wasting a minute later to click on the YouTube video. "The live is officially chaotic" You glanced at the phone screen, seeing the comments full with laughing emojis and other ones portraying the way you 'punched' Paddy. Boy it's going to be an eventful evening you thought, stealing a pretzel from Harry and leaning back on Tom's chest getting comfortable.

"Hey people, we're back" Sam and Paddy called out from the kitchen. Oh yes an eventful evening indeed.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #holland and co #harrison osterfield #harry holland #sam holland #paddy holland #lee writes short fics

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delicrieux · 4 years

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #myso #make you say oh #imagine #imagines

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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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strawberry

― mukbang youtuber!nishimura riki x gn!reader

riki's at it again, and by it, i mean microwaving foods.

genre: humor, fluff, established relationship

wc: 1.2k

warnings: cw food/eating

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the 2nd upload! feel free to read on its own~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

"y/n! i'm warning you, i'm going live!" riki shouts from the living room.

"alright! i'll stay here, let me know when you're done!" his s/o replies in the same volume.

"okay!"

this was a frequent occurrence: you come over to riki's place, the two of you hang out, he needs to film something for an hour or so, you give him space, he finishes, and the two of you cuddle after. while some of your friends question your boyfriend and your lifestyle with him, you really wouldn't have it any other way. 2 and a half years of dating riki, you've been through it all together, so there's no push for a something different or more.

"okay... let's wait for a while, yeah?" riki directs to his audience, watching the chat feed slowly increase in comments. when it seems like enough people have shown up, a smile breaks out on his face. "hey everyone, it's me again!

"you probably already read the title, but yea, imma do it." he points the camera down to the array of strawberry items that will soon be put in the microwave. "i don't know how people eat cold strawberries—they have no flavor to them!"

you scoff to yourself when he says that, shaking the digital trees on your island for fruits to sell.

"try one to see if you like it?" riki reads out loud. "eyyy, if i don't like it, i don't, but i'll prove it to you anyway if there's anyone new watching."

true to his word, the cold strawberry goes right into his mouth, and he makes a face, the camera picking it up. you don't need to watch the live to know that your boyfriend's nose is all scrunched up right now, making you giggle at the thought of it in the next room.

"now that you know," he continues, holding up a plate of strawberries. "i'll be microwaving these now."

the microwave opens and shuts before making its beeping noises as riki presses the numbers and heats them up for a couple of seconds. when they're ready, he's quick to get them out and show them to the camera before enjoying the taste of the warm strawberries.

"mm!" you roll your eyes at the sound of his satisfaction. his dog bisco has made its way into the room and plops next to your side, you gladly petting the curly fur at some points.

after a couple minutes, it seems riki has finished the warm strawberries, because he's moving onto the next item: tanghulu-style strawberries.

"you all said that you wanted me to eat this, and since it's already—" he takes this moment to tap the crystal sugary shell. "like this, i guess i'll just dive right in."

the sounds of delightful crunching can be heard, not unnoticed by bisco, whose head tilts at the eating sounds. you chuckle lightly, scratching its head and making the dog lay its head back down.

"ohh, i know why you all wanted me to eat this," riki acknowledges. "it's like asmr, okay, okay."

he lowers his voice and starts speaking like the asmr videos he's seen with you. "i think i'll microwave it just to taste," he whispers into the mic.

with that, the same microwave sounds of beeps and doors are repeated. "oh shoot, the sugar is making it stick to the plate," riki comments with a laugh, making you snort quietly. "i'll just..." he trails off, using a fork to free the sugary treat from the plate before plopping it into its mouth.

"oh! i like this better too! sorry, no crunching sounds for you," he laughs at the disappointed comments who wanted to hear the satisfying crunch of the tanghulu. "alright, next up... strawberry jam!"

instead of the usual glass jar it resides in, riki lifts up several small packages taken from food places as condiments. "i didn't wanna buy a whole jar—the tanghulu was expensive for no reason! plus, these are free, what can go wrong with free things?" a lot, apparently.

as by routine, he lifts up the wrap of the packaging and punches the back of it to immediately taste the jam. "hmm... it's alright, i guess."

riki lifts his head to read a comment. "huh? what's wrong with taking it straight like that? you know, jay hyung does worse, right?"

you giggle to yourself at the mention of one of his youtuber hyungs as you continue multitasking and listening.

"oh yeah, that reminds me. he did a video with his s/o, it was soo funny!" the youtuber laughs. "poor hyung, he said the manuca honey was so bad, he didn't want to eat honey for a week! go check out his channel after this and watch the video.~

"well, jay hyung needs to thank me for his free promo or whatever. it's time to microwave this noww," riki continues. it's going like normal: the microwave door opening and closing, the beeps of setting the time. but then it isn't. after a couple of seconds of heating, some loud pops are heard, and riki is shouting and laughing at the same time.

you and bisco shoot up and immediately rush to the scene. "riki! what is going on?!"

he turns around with a sheepish smile just as the microwave beeps to signal its end. pointing at the microwave, you notice the stains of strawberry jam on the door and groan out. you walk towards the kitchen and open one of the cabinets to take out the cleaning supplies, failing to notice that you had walked in front of the camera.

the comments go crazy with questions, and riki realizes he hadn't turned off his live, connecting the dots. he's quick to pull you into the frame with a beaming smile on his face. "well, this isn't the best way to go about it, but since you accidentally revealed yourself, i guess i'll say it: this is my s/o y/n, everyone!"

you blink owlishly, clutching the clorox wipes close to your chest with riki's arm around your shoulder. "huh?" you ask before the lightbulb in your head goes off. "ohhh! oh my gosh, hi?!"

you and riki had talked about the subject of your reveal before, but the how was always the reason you had never done it. with the accident, you guess this was the how now. you're laughing with riki at the whole situation as the comments flood with how cute the two of you are together. "riki! we need to clean the microwave before your parents come back," you playfully scold.

"oh right," he agrees before turning back to the camera. "well, two-in-one, everyone: strawberry mukbang goes wrong and my s/o revealed! see you next time!"

the two of you wave to the camera as the audience wishes you farewell and riki finally shuts off the live.

"you're a mess," you tease him, getting an eye roll in response.

"yeah, yeah, let's just clean up, okay?"

"how does this even happen? what physics is this?" you wonder aloud, opening the microwave to start cleaning.

"huh, maybe i have jake hyung's next idea for a video."

a/n: i wrote this in 20 minutes how 😀 i hope you all enjoyed this it's been a while since i wrote for riki hehe but i still judge him for warm strawberries LOL

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen niki #enhypenwriters #nishimura riki #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki x reader #captured on camera

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luvdsc · 4 years

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i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!)

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pairing :: lee donghyuck x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 5,163 words warnings :: none playlist :: make you mine (public) ⋆ starlight (taeyeon feat. dean) ⋆ magic (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ beautiful feeling (day6) ⋆ feelings (lauv) author’s note :: happy birthday to the sun himself! this wasn’t supposed to be a series, but i got inspired to write one for each of the other dreamies after writing his, so thank you, king!!!! ily sunshine ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Being a YouTuber was never in your career plans. However, during your first year of college, after four consecutive vodka shots with your suitemates enthusiastically encouraging you in the background, you had drunkenly recorded yourself on your cracked iPhone, painting a rendition of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam on the back of your ripped jean jacket. It was a close up of the famous almost finger touch, and obviously, it couldn’t fully compete against the fresco on the Sistine Chapel, but it came out good. Or at least, that’s what you assumed people thought from the 60,000 likes you received on the video that you had no recollection of uploading the night before.

Out of curiosity, you decided to record a second video with you tipsily painting Van Gogh’s Starry Night on the back pockets of your mom jeans. And then you did a third video, then a fourth, then fifth, and so on and so on until your channel exponentially grew, amassing a whopping 1.6 million subscribers on ShowMeTheMonet. Not bad for a girl who almost face planted the other day because she tripped on her own shoelace while running to her Ethics in Finance class (Or as you like to call it, How to Get Away with Fraud on Wall Street).

Your channel expanded out from only drunk painting videos to fashion lookbooks, thrift shopping hauls, casual tours of your apartment, and even a few daily vlogs that more often than not ended with you ranting about the latest Criminal Minds cliffhanger. You also indulged in the occasional Q&A video where you answered inquiries left in the comments or tweeted at you. And every time you announced a new Q&A, it never failed to bring in the same, glaring question from hundreds of viewers everyday.

Are you and Donghyuck dating?

Lee Donghyuck: your best friend, partner in crime, and number one source for free hoodies, even though that comes with a side of dramatic complaints from the devil himself. He could also be (sometimes affectionately) referred to as “pain in the ass” and “demon spawn.” He casually made an appearance in one of your vlogs one time and ever since then, the cursed question frequently popped up every hundred or so comments.

When one of the most liked comments on your videos suggested the “My Boyfriend Does My Makeup” challenge—which not only served as a big reminder of how single you are—you bribed Donghyuck with three boxes of Girl Scouts’ thin mints to do the challenge with you instead (That’s also how you discovered he is surprisingly very good at makeup until he decided to smear blue eyeshadow everywhere to make you into an avatar). In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have done that because that apparently only fueled the speculations that you and your best friend are harboring a secret relationship where the two of you are passionately in love with each other, like some ridiculous pair of star-crossed lovers.

One time, Jaemin started reading aloud a fan fiction story he had found written about the two of you, and that was probably the only time you’d ever seen Donghyuck willingly shut up and turn so red that he nearly rivaled Mars. You’re just eternally grateful that Jaemin never discovered the smut side of fan fictions on that fateful day. You would never be able to live that down.

“I can’t believe I’m forced to help you out again,” moans Donghyuck, pulling out the lighting set from your closet and dragging it out towards the setup.

You’re about to film your next video, finally finding inspiration from TikTok of all things. Your subscribers had mentioned the video platform multiple times in their comments, often asking whether you’ll create an account or complete some of the various spreading challenges. You’ll never admit it to anyone, but after googling what the renegade was, you spent two hours trying to record the dance in your bathroom and ended up banging your arm against the counter (You told Donghyuck you got the bruise from falling out of bed, which you decided was a much less embarrassing reason than the truth).

Downloading that phone application was probably simultaneously the best and worst decision of your life. It led to a downward spiral of watching videos in the same position on your bed for the next four hours. And from that extremely productive use of time, you discovered two very important things: one, you think Donghyuck would look really hot as an e-boy and two, there’s an interesting challenge going around that involves kissing and your best friend.

“For reasons I don’t understand, my subscribers like you. And you like getting attention, so it’s a win-win situation. I don’t see the issue.” You fiddle with the tripod, angling the camera towards the bed where Donghyuck will sit as you apply his makeup.

“What can I say? I’m in popular demand,” he says, completely ignoring the little jab you made about him. You motion for him to sit on the edge of the bed in order to make sure you properly have him in frame later. “Wow, it’s like you’re pimping me out to your viewers.”

“Please, Hyuck, have some self awareness. No one would pay for your services,” you retort, raising up the tripod before securing it and double checking twice. Last time you filmed a video, you failed to properly lock the device and experienced a very unpleasant mini heart attack when your camera came crashing down.

“Tell that to BigMatt85 who dm’ed me about a very lucrative sugar baby offer the other night. What’s your counter offer for my appearance in your video?” He wriggles his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes. You make your way to the bathroom, quickly emerging with your makeup bag and setting it aside for the video next to the shopping bag holding the e-boy-esque outfit the two of you bought earlier.

“The attention you’re always craving.”

“That’s a terrible offer. As my appointed best friend, you’re obligated to pay attention to me,” he says, and you scoff, hiding a smile that threatens to appear when Donghyuck pouts at you. You reach out and poke his cheek, which makes him jut out his bottom lip even further.

“Cute,” you mutter absentmindedly, preoccupied with the camera functions and failing to notice the way your best friend perks up immediately at your offhand compliment. He positively glows at that single word with the darkest hue of pink dusting his cheeks and quickly looks the other way to hide his flustered expression, unable to reply with any witty quip for once.

“Okay, we’re ready to go,” you announce, fiddling with the record button. “I’m gonna start the recording right… now.”

Immediately after clicking the red button, you nimbly slip in front of the camera, seating yourself next to Donghyuck on the bed comfortably. You start with your usual introduction, your best friend chiming in to introduce himself as well, before you explain the premise of today’s video.

“So today, I’ll be turning Hyuck into an e-boy!” you finish off, followed by your best friend giving a half hearted hurray. You give him the side eye, and he puts in an extra 20% of effort into the second attempt. Internally judging him still, you plaster on a smile nonetheless. It’ll have to do for now.

You keep the other half of the video’s purpose a secret. That’s a main part of the challenge anyway: the element of surprise. You’re supposed to catch your best friend off guard with a quick peck on the lips. And okay, so maybe this entire video is pretty self-indulgent, but Donghyuck would never agree to let you dress him as an e-boy for fun nor would you ever have the guts to confess to him in a normal setting. The challenge provides you a safety net. If he rejects you, you can laugh it off and say it was for the video before drowning your sorrows in the two pints of Ben and Jerry’s Everything But The… you have in your freezer after he leaves.

“Okay, we’re starting with these stick-on nail polish strips,” you announce to the camera, holding up the packet of simple black nail polish. “I bought them off of Amazon for around $15, and I’ll be linking them in the description below.”

Nail polish strips are much quicker than regular nail polish, which is great because you highly doubt your best friend would be down for sitting there for forty minutes as you paint each one again. The last time you tried that, he proceeded to smear hot pink onto your comforter when he begrudgingly agreed to be your test subject as you tried out various shades. You still haven’t been able to wash that out and highly suspect he did that on purpose (He still swears on his innocence).

“So you’re telling me, you could’ve used these on me last time, instead of forcing me to sit around for an hour and wait for them to dry?” He watches you warily as you apply the first one onto his thumb. You hold down on it for thirty seconds before moving onto his index finger.

“Yes.”

“Then why the f—heck did you use the polish instead?” His eyes burn holes into the top of your head, and you pretend not to notice, continuing to position the next strip onto his finger.

“So that you’d sit still and not steal all my hot Cheetos when we were watching Tangled,” you casually answer, and he lets out a scandalized gasp, glowering at you.

“I’m glad I wiped my hand on your comforter.”

Your head immediately whips up at his careless confession. You shoot him a steely glare, abandoning the half applied strip, and the flimsy piece is left to dangle sadly. “I knew it! I knew you did that on purpose!”

“No, it was really an accident, but I don’t regret it anymore.” He wiggles his fingers at you with a smirk, and you grab them, squeezing a lot harder than you should and fixing the strip you were working on previously. He whines, shaking your hand off, and you begrudgingly loosen your grip.

“You’re the devil incarnate,” you mutter, and he merely throws a shit-eating grin in your direction before sticking his tongue out. Closing your eyes momentarily, you silently remind yourself that you’re on camera and therefore, there is going to be video evidence if you strangle your best friend.

“Maybe Renjun will let me star in one of his videos then,” he says, and you have to hold back an ugly guffaw. Renjun would rather move into the Sallie House and get possessed by the demonic goatman than let Donghyuck actually be in his Dream Unsolved videos. It’s a miracle that he even tolerates your best friend as his cameraman, but perhaps that’s mostly because no one else is willing (read: stupid enough) to travel to haunted places for the fun of it.

You soon get the hang of it, applying the following strips in a quicker fashion, as Donghyuck talks about the latest video he helped film for Dream Unsolved. Renjun and his partner had actually gone to meet with a priest who counseled them on approaching entities. Apparently, Father Kun said specifically not to interact with demons and gave them some holy water to take to the Bellaire House. Donghyuck even pulls up a picture he secretly snapped of a cranky Renjun with his holy water gun and holster outside of the haunted location (You’re ultimately forced to take five as you laugh so hard until you have tears in your eyes).

“Alright, these are done,” you say, applying the last strip onto his pinky, and he examines them, waving his fingers around before pulling several dramatic poses with them towards the camera.

“So how do I look?” he asks, batting his eyelashes at you as he strikes another pose, but this time directed at you. You chuckle, leaning over and flicking his forehead. “Like a pain in the ass.”

He whines, rubbing the reddening spot on his forehead before nudging your leg. “But I’m your pain in the ass.”

You hide a smile. “Unfortunately.”

The next step is changing his hair, so you turn to grab the canister of purple hair chalk spray and disposable gloves off your desk along with the folded towel next to it. Showing it to the camera, you do a close-up of the bottle, making sure to capture the label of it properly. You also promise to link it in the description below.

“This isn’t permanent, right?” He stares at the hairspray in your hand before he throws the towel around his shoulders and closes his eyes.

“Nah, you’ll only look like a shriveled grape until you take a shower,” you say, taking a seat next to him, and he blindly reaches out and pinches you in retaliation. You quickly swat his hand away with a yelp. He laughs, lips curled into a pretty smile that you admire for a few seconds before snapping out of it. You start to spray it onto each strand, making sure to cover parts of his face with your hand to avoid any spray from getting into his eyes.

It doesn’t take long to dry, and soon, you’re finished. You stand up to put away the spray and peel off the gloves, tossing them in the trashcan before admiring his new hair. “Okay, I’m done.”

He opens his eyes, reaching up to pat his hair lightly before pulling and twisting at the strands to see its new color. You reach out and grab his hand, tugging it away. “You’re gonna remove the color if you keep doing that!”

You drop his hand before going to stand between his legs. You carefully arrange the strands again as they curl and tangle a bit at the ends. Your shirt rides up an inch as you reach over to fix his hair, showing a sliver of your skin, and Donghyuck averts his eyes, cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. He briefly wonders if you’re doing this on purpose to torture him and thanks the heavens when you finally pull back and give him a bright smile with a thumbs up. Any second longer, he would’ve combusted on the spot.

He has spoken too soon. Sitting down next to him once more, you have your makeup bag in your lap, thigh pressed against his, and he freezes for a moment, all too aware of the close proximity between you two. Pulling out your black pencil eyeliner, you uncap it before turning to the camera with a smile.

“Next, I’m gonna be putting some of my eyeliner and blush on Hyuck, and I’ll link the products I use in the description below!”

You lean forward, gently grasping your best friend’s chin and turning the right side of his face towards you. He inaudibly gulps, hyper fixated on the fact that you’re touching his face. Your face is mere millimeters away from his, he can feel the warmth emanating from you, and he‘s pretty sure his cheeks are on fire now.

“So uh, how long is this gonna take? How much longer?” he asks, desperately hoping that you don’t notice his nervousness and plastering a bored expression on his face. He really doesn’t know how long he can sit this close to you before his heart explodes.

You wrinkle your nose at him. “We literally just started. You’re lucky I’m not trying an e-girl look on you because that makeup would take longer.”

Carefully lining his eyes with the pencil and smudging it slightly, you lean back to examine the makeup’s evenness on both eyes. Noting that one eye needs more around the outer edge, you lean forward again before noticing the way his leg bounces up and down. You press your hand down on his thigh lightly, and his breath hitches in his throat. He doesn’t remember how to breathe anymore. This is it. He’s going to pass out because you touched his leg. This is literally so embarrassing, get a grip, he scolds himself. He feels like he reverted to his prepubescent 11-year-old self when he was paired with his crush for mandatory square dancing and he finally got to hold her hand.

“Hey, stop shaking your leg or I might accidentally poke your eye out.” You frown at him, and he stiffly nods. You remove your hand, and he lets out the biggest exhale until you’re moving closer again. Like you’re practically in his lap type of close. Once again, he has to force himself to breathe.

“Okay, done, next is blush.”

You examine his face before tilting your head to the side and furrowing your eyebrows. Holding the blush palette and brush in one hand, you carefully pull his face closer to you again until he can count every single long eyelash framing your pretty eyes and see the tip of your tongue sticking out in concentration. His eyes flicker down to your mouth for a split second before he looks away. He wants to tuck the stray strand of your hair behind your ear so badly, but then he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reaching out and tugging you closer to kiss you. Cheeks darkening at that thought, he shoves his hands under his thighs, sitting on them and effectively stopping himself from acting upon his fantasies.

“Actually, you’re already really red already, Hyuck.”

“Perfect, then I’ll just change into the outfit we bought earlier,” he says hastily, standing up and grabbing the shopping bag next to the bed. He makes a beeline for the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet slam.

“Wait, I didn’t show our haul to— ah, forget it, I’ll record it later.” You scooch back onto the bed, crossing your legs and leaning back to press the palms of your hands into the comforter. Your mind wanders back to the moment before, replaying the way Donghyuck looked at you mere seconds ago. Your cheeks grow warm, as do the tips of your ears, when you remember the way he gazed so intensely at you and how his eyes darted down to your lips for a fraction of a second. And of course, it’s a known fact that wearing eyeliner makes any person ten times more attractive, especially your best friend when he was looking at you like that. You let out a strangled noise, flopping back and grabbing a pillow to cover your face, smothering the tiny scream you let out (You make a mental note to edit out your tiny meltdown some other day).

“Okay, prepare to be blown away,” Donghyuck calls out loudly from behind the bathroom door. As you desperately try to calm your escalating heart rate, you spring up from the bed, settling on the edge of it once more, and hear your best friend whistle at himself. “Damn, I could be on the cover of Vogue.”

“Oh my god, shut up, Hyuck,” you groan, crossing your arms over your chest and silently praying for the heat on your cheeks to die down. When you hear another catcall from the bathroom, you manage to muster up the most deadpan expression at the camera like you’re Dwight Schrute. It’s times like this when you wonder why you’re in love with this cocky dumbass.

“Cover your eyes!” He screams from behind the door. You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you before complying to his demand. “Are they covered?”

“Yes, so come out!” You yell back, hands placed over your eyes that are already squeezed shut. Your ears faintly register the sounds of the door opening and feet lightly padding across the wooden floorboards before it’s quiet.

Donghyuck stares at you, your eyes still closed and covered. He wonders when he started feeling nervous about what you thought of him. Of course, he always valued your opinion before, but this feels different. His stomach flip flops as his mind runs in overdrive, emerging with hundreds of doubting thoughts. Suddenly, he regrets the false bravado he made a show of putting on earlier. What if you don’t like it? Heart racing, he chews on his lower lip, contemplating for another few seconds before gathering the courage to call for your attention.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

You quickly pull your hands away from your face, eyes immediately darting to his figure and widening in surprise. Dressed in tastefully ripped black jeans that accent his long legs perfectly along with a black and white striped shirt layered underneath one of those popular Thrasher shirts, he also put on a few silver necklaces, rings, fake ear piercings, and Doc Marten boots. His hair is slightly mussed, a few violet strands curling here and there.

You were completely right.

He absolutely kills the e-boy look.

Your best friend is fucking attractive as hell.

Gaping in shock, you honestly don't know what to do with yourself. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can only gawk at him in complete awe, incapable of saying anything. In that moment, you recall that part in Tangled when Flynn Ryder stares at Rapunzel in the boat when she’s surrounded by all the lanterns. First of all, you have definitely seen the light, and his name is Lee Donghyuck in e-boy fashion. And secondly, if your best friend is Rapunzel, then you’re the perfect reenactment of Flynn right now, except you’re pretty sure you more closely resemble a fish with your mouth hanging like this.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, and he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks uncharacteristically shy, a small smile on his face with his front teeth barely peeking out. It’s endearing and you’re a little perplexed at his reaction, but are still too preoccupied at ogling his new look.

“Is that a good ‘holy shit’?” He tilts his head in your direction, and you furiously nod, cheeks growing warm as the words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

“Yeah, you look stunning.”

Almost immediately, that all too familiar cocky expression spreads across his face. He leans back slightly and slips one hand into his jean pocket, smirking and poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You feel your heart speed up a little in your chest.

“Hell yeah, I look stunning.” He grows smug, and your cheeks burn even more when your words are repeated back to you by your best friend. Averting your eyes, you turn towards the camera in front of you and angle it at Donghyuck, still absolutely flustered and stumbling over your words.

“Uh, I—um, I need some shots of you in the full outfit.”

Eyes sparkling, your best friend easily complies to your request, posing for a few shots naturally before slowly turning around full circle. Your heart entirely wrenches and your breath catches in your throat because he really is so pretty. Donghyuck truly is the whole package, you realize with a start as you quietly admire him behind the lens. He keeps up with your bantering and jokes, stays up with you to binge watch Scooby-Doo on Netflix, and even makes you pancakes in the morning if he’s feeling particularly generous after a sleepover the night before. He’s smart, funny, talented, and kind, plus he’s willing to eat all the discarded pretzels in your bag of Chex Mix. Seriously, where else can you find someone like this? The Big Man Upstairs really didn’t skimp out on anything when he made your best friend.

With a jolt in your heart, you realize that this is it. It’s time. It’s the perfect moment to initiate the second challenge, and butterflies erupt in your stomach while your hands grow sweaty at the mere thought of kissing your best friend. With the blood rushing to your cheeks, you wipe your palms on your pants and straighten up from your position behind the camera before nervously making your way over to your best friend in a few steps.

Your best friend raises an eyebrow at you, the confusion clear in his eyes, and you clear your throat before outstretching your hand and pretending to fix his hair. “This part was sticking out a bit.”

You count to five in your mind as your heart ricochets in your chest before you allow your fingers to trail down to his cheek, lingering there for a few moments before. Hesitating at first, you finally pluck up the courage to meet his eyes with yours. With a sharp inhale, you see that your best friend is already staring back at you with the softest expression on his face, lips parted slightly and eyes glimmering, almost as if he’s waiting for you, beckoning for you to take the leap.

And you do.

Eyes fluttering shut, you tentatively press your lips against his. Donghyuck stiffens for a moment before relaxing, kissing you back eagerly and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer, and your other hand lands on his chest and curls around the fabric of his shirt. It feels like fireworks are exploding as your heart nearly sings in joy because your best friend kissed you back. His mouth presses against yours, mapping out every curve, and you sigh into the kiss, causing him to smile.

When you break away with warm cheeks and all the oxygen knocked out of your lungs, he laughs breathlessly, lips red and slightly swollen. He lightly squeezes your hip before asking with a husky voice, “So what was that for?”

“I, uh, it was a Tiktok challenge,” you answer dazedly, and your best friend secretly smirks when he notices the pretty stars in your eyes. You start to take a step back, mumbling another excuse. His eyes twinkle mischievously, and his fingers nimbly wrap around the belt loops of your jeans and tug you back towards him.

His lips crash onto yours once more, and you let out a muffled noise of surprise, your cheeks burning hotter than a furnace once again. He presses his lips against yours more firmly, and you finally respond, molding your mouth against his as you slip your arms around his neck, chest pressed against his. You can feel the way his heart speeds up, thumping against his ribcage, and you can already imagine that yours is the same, pounding faster than ever because of one certain Lee Donghyuck.

After a few moments, he reluctantly pulls away, placing a tender kiss on the corner of your lips. “Well, that probably wasn’t appropriate for your channel.”

Your eyes flutter open, and you gingerly touch your lips, wonderstruck. “Forget the video, what was that kiss for?”

Donghyuck beams at you, eyes curving into lovely moon crescents and crinkling in the corners, as he boops his nose against yours affectionately. “I wanted to do the challenge, too.”

You completely fail to hide the ever growing smile on your face. You reach out to carefully rub away some of the purple hair chalk that somehow landed on his cheek, and his smile widens. “But, do you even know what the challenge is?”

“No, but I got to kiss you, so does it really matter?” He shrugs, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, cheeks growing impossibly warmer. If this continues, your face might erupt in flames. He shamelessly grins at your reaction, laughing loudly and squeezing you tightly. “What was the challenge anyway?”

“It’s called ‘today I tried to kiss my best friend.’ So I, you know… kissed my best friend,” you mutter. When he doesn’t respond, you slowly peek up at him. He seems to be concentrating on something in particular before his eyes light up, an idea already forming in his mind. You’re half intrigued and half terrified, wondering what he’s going to say next.

“Well, I think we both failed the challenge,” he announces, and your eyebrows nearly shoot off your face. He gives you a cheeky grin. “We should probably try again.”

You let out a snort, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck again. “Oh, really? And what happens if we fail again? Do we keep trying?”

His eyes sparkle as he starts to lean in. “That’s the spirit. Wow, I really should’ve dressed like this years ago, huh.”

“I don’t know,” you tease, nudging your nose against his. “I mean, that one phase where you had that short, bright red helmet haircut really got my panties in a twist.”

Donghyuck immediately recoils, face burning as he unfortunately recalls the repressed memory of that horrid haircut that he managed to keep buried all these years. His face twists into an unpleasant grimace, and you barely manage to stifle a laugh before he starts to sulk, whining as he clings onto you.

“Shut up, my mom said I looked handsome!”

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jenojam commented:

wait this was actually kinda cute 😳

winwin in past tense is wonwon!!! commented:

whoop whoop

jeno is my favorite commented:

y/n and donghyuck: announces relationship us: pretends to be shocked @.@

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

LOVE IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🥺🥺💘💓💓💞💞🥺💝💖💚

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

FJDKSLSLA!!! THEY REALLY DID THAT HUH 🤩🤩🤩 (btw who is donghyuck)

johnny’s communication center commented:

Woah who is that sexy dude with that sexy looking face? Damn he looks like a player 😉

prince jae commented:

this is a bop! edit: wait did i use that correctly

takoyaki prince commented:

😍😍😍😘

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

you will never be allowed on my show. @ y/n, if he’s forcing you to be his gf, blink twice and we’ll get you out of there

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck literally no one asked you ron jeon

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle it’s RENJUN. REN. JUN. R-E-N-J-U-N.

jisung pwark commented:

ok so maybe this convinced me to shoot my shot. also gross go make out off camera you guys

mork lee rawr xD commented:

Wooooooww~~ this was SWEET hahahaha

ShowMeTheMonet replied: @ mork lee rawr xD can you rec me some hyuck aegyo compilations? 🥰

junguwu (◕‿◕✿) commented:

oh my god??? HE LOOKS SO GOOD?? 😍😛 HELL YES Y/N GET YOUR MAN SWEETIE ✊🏻😩

big head king commented:

No one: Literally no one: Hyuck: DAMN I COULD BE ON THE COVER OF VOGUE 🥵🥵

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ big head king you’re just jealous that y/n called me STUNNING 💅🏻

ty track commented:

please have him home before 10 pm on weeknights

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ty track you’re not my mom

ty track replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle i’m calling johnny

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ty track omg wait i’m sorry i’ll come home by 9 pls don’t call dad ily 🥺

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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