#I forgot to add an option for me to see and it's driving me crazy

[arttsuka]

Yesterday was great (obviously) and I gained a lot of new followers and that made me think,

[beepboop358]

A Prom in S4 Theory & Music Coding Predictions

Some leaked set pics indicate that there MAY BE a junior/senior prom at Hawkins High, which they are calling the "Lover's Ball". It's unclear if this prom will be included on screen, or if it will just be mentioned as an event coming up at Hawkins High because this flyer could just extra set decor. Regardless if the prom happens on screen or not, there will probably be some tension about 'who's asking who' to the prom that we will see in s4. Given that this picture was just leaked a few weeks ago, it probably falls closer to the end of the season sequentially.

Having a big school dance in s4 is suspiciously close to how they had the Snowball scene in s2. This would certainly follow the even/odd season patterns, (and actually add to the list of the patterns), which kind of makes me think we will see this prom on screen, or at the very least it will be mentioned in the course of the season.

The Duffer Brothers love Steven King and reference his work and especially 'IT' a lot in the show, but they haven't done anything with Carrie yet so maybe we will get a Carrie moment this season at the prom...

Carrie was on the video store fridays movie inspiration board for ST4.

At the "Lover's Ball", there will be definitely be some music coding relating to Byler. Since music coding is kind of a key thing in the show, I've been rifling through 80's songs to try and find some that may fit with s4's themes/character storylines (and I may do a seperate post about that later), but for this post I'm just gonna focus on what they might use at the prom for relating to Byler.

Since the season is most likely going to take place in 1986, I only selected songs that had a compatible release year so it would be historically accurate. (these songs would also be great for a byler playlist!)

Some strong contenders for the songs that might play at the prom to reference Mike and Will's relationship could be:

"True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (1986)

This song is honestly too good of an option for them not to use. I'm reallllyyy crossing my fingers for this one.

It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small

"And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow"

If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there

"Heaven" by Bryan Adams (1984)

This first verse is literally just the story of Byler... 😭 The rest of the song applies but that verse verse is just sooooo accurate. (I'm crossing my fingers for this one too)

"Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah nothin' can change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

"Take My Breath Away" by Berlin (1986)

This song is on Will's Spotify playlist, and I thought it could also be used at the prom since it's a romantic song. I see it as an 'entrance to the prom' moment song, almost like a 'first look' - like the Mike and El moment at the snowball when she first walks in, but with Mike and Will this time. I think the lyrics clearly hint to this kind of 'first look' moment as well.

"Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say...take my breath away"

Watchin' every motion in this foolish lover's game Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say...take my breath away"

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (1981)

This song was originally meant to be included in the snowball scene from s2, but it ultimately was not used and "Every Breath You Take" was used for this scene instead. Since it was intended to be a part of the s2 dance, that's why I think it may be used at the prom this season. (you can read the scripts on 8flix)

——— I forgot to include this explanation originally BUT, I think this song might be used to show some anger/resentment between the two, and to show a decent amount of tension, depending on their development this season. Like maybe Mike is kind of leading Will on in private by continuing to initiate intimate scenes between them, but in public Mike is still trying to put on his “straight boy act” and kind of being a jackass about it, and this song could be used to show the tension between them that has caused.

"And I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life, (Oh lord)

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies.

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep this silence up

No you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me"

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (1986)

Some of the lyrics in this song just SCREAMS byler, just look at the 1st, 2nd and 4th paragraphs. I would be suprised if they didn't use this song in either s4/s5.

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Love, I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

"Heroes" by David Bowie (1975)

David Bowie was bisexual. A cover of his song “Heroes” is used in the show twice already, sung by Peter Gabriel. The song plays when they pull Will's fake body out of the water in season one and Mike cries in his Mom's arms, with some very queer-coded lyrics in the background, and after Hopper's letter in s3 (which is very Byler-centric)

"I will be king. And you, you will be queen 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes, we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever. What d'you say? I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, like dolphins could swim I, I can remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (By the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them forever and ever. Then we could be heroes just for one day We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer just for one day"

I just thought the above songs might be some highly likely possibilities given that they fit the year of the s4 and also make references to not only love, but the idea of hiding, pain, shame, longing, etc., and can make some (partially stretching here) references to other things in the show such as:

RAINBOWS and TRUE COLORS, SHINING THROUGH (rainbows imagery is always associated with Mike & Will in the show and a is symbol of lgbtq+ pride, True Colors shining through = who you really are on the inside finally coming out)

IF THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY ("crazy together", "only love makes you that crazy" and references the "world" motif in the show)

YOUNGER YEARS, ONLY YOU AND ME, YOUNG, WILD AND FREE (references "not wanting things to change" and wanting "to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter, and the "But we're not kids anymore" comment during the Byler fight)

ENDLESS OCEAN and SWIM, LIKE DOLPHINS (references water's significance in the show)

FLAMES (Will in front of the burning car in s4 teaser?)

LIES and LYING (Mike lying to El about how he feels)

INSTINCTS RETURNING, FACADES BURNING, WITHOUT MY PRIDE, I REACH OUT FROM THE INSIDE (Mike's feelings for Will are his instincts, the facade is the act he put on in s3 to seem straight, burning could reference Will & fire, and I think the last 2 lines of that 2nd verse reference vulnerability- perhaps in an apology/confession)

I GET SO LOST (confusion about his sexuality, feeling lost without the other) and SO MUCH WASTED TIME (known each other since kindergarten but were unaware the other felt the same way/was dealing with same things, they could have been even closer)

KINGS and QUEENS (the d&d game mike wrote where he has king Tristan give him a medal in s1)

STEALING TIME (references "turning back the clock, to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter and the time theme in s4 and time is central to the s4 plot)

AND WE KISS - AND THE SHAME (references the shame they both feel about being gay since it was so stigmatized in the 80's)

Byler @ Prom Possibilities:

If Mike and Will did dance together at the prom, they will probably get bullied because they live in a small conservative town. They will probably either run out, upset, or Eleven will step in to protect them which could lead to the Carrie moment.

Or Mike and Will will not dance together in the actual dance room, but instead sneak off to somewhere else in the school and have a private Byler dance moment where they can't be teased and it's just them together.

OR Mike and Will are still acting weird at this point in the season because neither of them is communicating what needs to be said out of fear, or one of them has confessed or done something to indicate how they feel, but the other hasn’t so everything is weird between them. There would be lots of tension from this and we would get lots of longing looks and adoring moments between the two of them from the sidelines. (I think this one is the most likely)

[cherishingstydia]

5 times Buck helps Eddie+1 time Eddie helps Buck

1.

“Come on it’s easy.” Buck laughed.

“Maybe for you!” Eddie sighed.

“Look Eds you’re not gonna learn if you just stand ten feet away.”

“Fine.” Eddie said coming closer peeking over Bucks shoulder. Which now Buck was regretting having him so close.

“See it’s so easy. You boil the water, and then add the noodles. Then we’re just gonna add the Alfredo sauce. This really isn’t anything I need to teach you Eddie you know how to boil water and open jars.” Buck laughed.

“Yeah, but we’re starting out easy and then we’ll let things get really hard.”

Nope. Not thinking about what things He wants to get hard. Buck cleared his mind as he watched Eddie picked up the pan, and head to the sink to strain it

“Shit!” Eddie said as the boiling water burnt his hand. “This is why I don’t cook.” Eddie shook his head.

“Let me look at it.” Buck said. Buck gently grabbed Eddies hand examining it.

“Let’s go. I have some cream in the bathroom that should help.”

Eddie followed Buck and then sat on the side of the tub like Buck told him.

Buck gently rubbed the cream on Eddies hand careful not to hurt it. He then wrapped it up and with out even thinking he left a soft kiss on Eddies hand. His lips touched his skin...well a bandage over his skin.

“Um I’m sorry I don’t know why I did that.” Buck blushed.

“Kisses are supposed to make it all better right?” Eddie smiled.

“Still I don’t think you needed it.” Buck said avoiding eye contact.

“Here.” Eddie said grabbing his hand and leaving a soft kiss on Bucks hand. “Now we’re even...don’t worry about it.”

Buck felt like his brain short circuited, and he couldn’t help, but think of all the places he wanted to feel Eddies lips.

“Also sorry for pushing you to cook.”

“It’s ok I really do need to learn.” Eddie smiled.

2.

Buck arrived at Eddies and knocked. He was in shock with how little clothing Eddie was wearing. Just some small shorts.

“Man I feel a little over dressed.”

Buck managed to say with a forced laugh.

“Ha ha.” Eddie said sarcastically. “I’m sun burned, and I can’t wear clothes comfortably.

“Well did you put aloe on?”

“Most places. Can’t reach my back.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Thanks.” Eddie smiled handing Buck the bottle.

As Buck looked at the muscular body in front of him he realized maybe rubbing your hands all over your best friend who your feelings aren’t strictly platonic could be a bad idea.

Bucks hands began rubbing down Eddies shoulders and back reaching every muscle.

“Uh I think I got too much.” Buck said after covering Eddies back and shoulders.

“You can put it on my chest...I mean no need to wash it off and waste it.”

“Uh yeah.” Buck choked.

Now his hands were rubbing all over Eddies chest and abs and the look in Eddies eyes made it really hard not to make a move, but he’s not crossing the line when he knows Eddie doesn’t want it.

“Done.” Buck blurted before rushing to the bathroom.

“You ok?” Eddie asked following after.

“Great...I Uh just need to wash my hands.” Buck said....and control what was happening in his pants. Buck had to think of the grossest things possible to calm him down, and luckily it worked.

Buck looked at himself in the mirror as he rinsed the aloe off his hands. He let out a deep breath.

“Um I forgot I gotta go.” Buck said pushing past Eddie to leave.

“You ok?”

“Great I’ll see you tomorrow.” Buck said. Yes he was ok in most senses but his thoughts weren’t ok, they weren’t what you were supposed to think about your best friend...that’s gotta cross some line right?

3.

Buck could barely handle the tension he’s sure he’s imagining. Eddie leaned against the kitchen counter sipping on a beer eyes looking right into Bucks. Buck had to break the moment.

“Uh let’s go finish that movie now.” Buck said clearing his throat walking away.

“Buck....I’m stuck.” Eddie said. Somehow his pants had latched on to a loose nail. “These are my favorite jeans I don’t wanna rip them.”

“Eddie you have a pair of favorite jeans.” Buck smirked. “Didn’t know you cared about clothes that much.”

“Yeah I do, and I know other people like them too apparently they make my ass look great.”

Buck agrees, but he can’t tell Eddie that. Definitely can’t tell Eddie how his ass looks great all the time no matter what he wears.

Buck walked up reaching his arms behind Eddie, standing chest to chest hoping Eddie couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating or see how red his face was turning. When he finally got Eddie loose Eddie stumbled forward practically pining Buck to the fridge. Eddie turned his head lips brushing against Bucks neck.

“Uh thanks.” Eddie said quickly taking a step back.

“Yeah...anytime.” Buck said trying to control his heavy breathing.

4.

Eddie had one too many shots. Buck knew Chris shouldn’t see him like this and even though Buck was drunk....he wasn’t so drunk to think Eddie going home was a good idea.

Buck called Carla explained what happened and she didn’t mind staying over with Chris.

The Uber ride was interesting. Eddies hand was creeping up Bucks thigh and as much as he liked it he had to stop him every time. Eddie is drunk and doesn’t even know what he’s doing.

“Let’s go.” Buck said leading Eddie into his apartment.

“What are we gonna do?” Eddie asked with a smirk as they walked inside.

“Going to bed.” Buck said.

“Ooh sounds fun. What are we gonna do when we get there.”

“You are sleeping on the couch, and I will be sleeping in my bed.”

“That’s no fun.” Eddie groaned.

Against his better judgment Buck decided to push this a bit. Ask some more questions.

“What um what did you want to do?” Buck gulped.

“You. I wanna do you.” Eddie said before flopping on the couch and not speaking again.

Buck rushed up to his room. Knowing he shouldn’t have asked, but as much as he wants to be with Eddie, wants to have sex with him. He would never do it unless they were both sober, he wasn’t so drunk not to know right from wrong. He’d never take advantage of anyone, especially Eddie.

Buck woke up to clanking in the kitchen. He went down stairs to see Eddie trying to cook.

“What’s going on?” Buck grinned.

“Trying to thank you for helping me last night, and not letting Chris see me drunk.”

“You were pretty wasted.”

“Is cereal ok?” Eddie laughed.

“Probably the safest option.” Buck teased.

“By the way I wasn’t that drunk.” Eddie whispered against Bucks ear as he sat a bowl of cereal in front of Buck.

He can’t mean he knew what he was doing. Knew he was flirting and coming on to him....can he?

5.

After work Buck was stopped by Eddie.

“Hey buck could you help me out? Abuela needs a new fence put in, and she insists it’s a two man job.”

“Yeah of course.” Buck smiled.

“You really don’t have to I can do it all.”

“Eddie you asked for help and I’m gonna give it to you...ok. So when are we doing it....I mean the fence.” Buck blushed.

“Tomorrow?”

“Ok I’ll see you then.”

Buck hadn’t thought much about how hot the days can be if you’re outside working. Eddie had on a white shirt that was clinging to his skin from all the sweat leaving little to the imagination, which Buck already has every inch memorized. Which some people might find sweat gross, but with Eddie it’s incredibly sexy.

Eddie ripped off the shirt tossing it to the side and Buck is sure he literally whimpered just from the sight of Eddie.

“You ok?” Eddie asked.

“You’re hot...I mean are you hot. I think it’s hot. Like really hot out...I can’t stop sweating.”

“Take off your shirt.” Eddie said Buck didn’t know if it was a question but he liked to think of it as a command. He loved the idea of Eddie telling him what to do. Like Eddie ordering him to drop to his knees.

“Boys come get some water.” Abuela said bringing out two bottles.

Buck was incredibly grateful Abuela had interrupted his train of thought.

Eddie sat down on the steps running a hand through his hair he’d just recently grown out. Buck loved the longer hair on Eddie.

“Maybe I should cut my hair.” Eddie said.

“No!” Buck blurted earning a confused look from Eddie.

“I mean I don’t see why, unless at work you get over heated.” Buck said nervously.

“Maybe I’ll keep it. Sorry it’s so hot out today, but thank you for your help today.”

“Yeah no problem, although there are a lot more fun ways to work up a sweat.”

Buck said. He didn’t mean to, but the words just slipped out.

“Yeah, a lot more fun.” Eddie said leaning over bumping Bucks shoulder with his.

Eddies signals are really hard to read recently if he did t know any better he’d think maybe Eddie is interested in him.

+1.

“Can I have your opinion?” Buck sighed.

“Of course” Eddie smiled.

“On a scale of 1-10 how bad is this.” Buck turned on some music and started slow dancing with the air. “Maddie wants to dance with me, instead of dad, and I just I don’t know how bad it is.”

“You want my honest opinion?” Eddie asked and by the expression Buck knew it wasn’t great.

“How bad am I?”

“You’re about a 5 maybe 6...I can teach you.”

“Wait Eddie you dance?”

“Duh.” Eddie got off the couch and started swiveling his hips and thrusting in the air.

“Ok magic mike turn it down, I need to know how to dance with my sister at her wedding not something random girls bachelorette party.”

“I was just proving I can dance. Here.” Eddie said pressing his body into Bucks back one hand on his hip the other on his shoulder. “Just follow my lead.

Buck let out a deep breath the heat coming off of Eddies body, the warmth of his breath on his neck.

“Eddie I think this is a bad idea.”

“Why?”

“You really don’t know...how I feel.”

“I’m not sure if I know for sure, but I know how I feel.” Eddie said nuzzling into Bucks neck leaving soft kisses. “You drive me crazy Buck. It’s unfair how you’re not only an amazing person, but also ridiculously hot.”

“Eddie.” Buck panted turning around grabbing Eddies hips and capturing Eddies lips with his. “Feelings mutual Eddie.....I like you so much, I actually more than like.”

“I more than like you too.” Eddie grinned as he put his arms on Bucks shoulders and started swaying. “We’re dancing see it’s this isn’t hard at all.”

“It’s a little hard.” Buck said pressing his body against Eddie.

“Oh, um well maybe that’s enough dancing for now. We wouldn’t want to rush this.”

“Good things are worth waiting for.” Buck smiled. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled.

“Thanks for the help.” Buck said.

“Thank you for letting me help. Look where it got us.” Eddie grinned.

“So uh you wanna be my date for the wedding. I mean you and Chris both obviously. If not I mean we’d both be there any way, or we could just call it carpooling.” Buck rambled.

“I’d love to be your date.” Eddie said kissing Buck. “Now let’s watch that movie.”

[mxflo]

Visitor

Jooheon sits down on the couch next to you with a bowl of popcorn, ready to start the Saturday afternoon movie tradition you all have started. You smile at your roommate as you grab some popcorn as he leans the bowl towards you as an offering and snuggle into his side as you start the movie.

Half way thorough the movie there's a knock on the door. You look at Jooheon and he smiles in return, "I think you should get that."

"Why? Who's here?" You ask.

"Just go open the door." He pushes you gently off the couch and onto your feet.

You walk over to the door and as you open it your eyes go wide and you let out a excited squeal, "CHANGKYUN!" You jump onto him suddenly, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He wraps his arms around you as he takes a step back to better balance you both after you jumped him.

"Hey there, koala." He laughs as he steps inside with you still clinging to him.

"I didn't know you were coming!" You say as you let your feet fall back to the floor.

"Clearly." Changkyun shuts and locks the door behind him before taking off his shoes. "Hey brother." He greets Jooheon.

"Glad you made it. You know where your room is at, make yourself at home." Jooheon says with a wide grin, flashing his dimples.

"Why didn't you tell me Kyun was coming?" You scold Jooheon, then looking back to Changkyun you see a bag in his hand that you hadn't noticed before. "How long are you visiting?"

"Ten days. I wanted to be a surprise for you." Jooheon answers both questions.

"Well it is a great surprise. It's good to see you, Kyun." You admit.

"It's good to see you too. You too Jooheon." He starts to walk towards the guest room. "I'll go put this stuff away quickly. Thank you again for letting me crash here."

"Anytime." You and Jooheon say simultaneously.

Changkyun joins you both for the remainder of the movie you had been watching. You now sitting in between them, leaned against Changkyun with his arm behind you, and your legs over Jooheon's lap, his hands resting on them. It felt like old times. Both Jooheon and Changkyun were long time friends of yours and the three of you used to be inseparable.

When Changkyun moved away a year and a half ago it was tough to accept, but you stayed as close as you could with regular phone calls and texting. Over time those became less and less frequent as everyone's schedules became more hectic for various reasons. This was his first time visiting in ten months and it was way to long since you three have spent time together.

"I missed this." You sigh.

Jooheon pats your leg in response.

Changkyun takes in a deep breath. "It's good to be back." He exhales slowly. "Though I am getting hungry. Do we want to order take out?"

"Sure. You pick." You answer.

"I'll go pick it up." Jooheon adds.

"We can all go." You suggest.

"No, Kyun has been traveling enough today, I'll go, you stay with him and catch up." Jooheon dismisses.

"Fine. I guess you have a point."

"Don't sound so excited to spend more time with me." Kyun nudges you.

"You know I didn't mean it like that." You playfully smack his stomach. "Also, since when did you start working out?" You shake your hand dramatically, pretending the smack hurt it. Changkyun laughs shoving you away from him, and you swear you see him blush a little.

"So it's settled, I'll go pick up the food." Jooheon nods.

Changkyun picks the usual cafe that's just down the road that you all would normally eat at before he moved. Once you all had your orders placed Jooheon waves to you both as he heads out, leaving you alone with Changkyun. You get up and head into the kitchen for a glass of water. You start to head back but find that Changkyun had followed you.

"So how have things been with....what's her name....oh god, I'm so...." You fumble for the name of Changkyun's girlfriend's name, embarrassed that you completely forgot.

"We broke up." He interrupts. He opens the fridge, and searches through it a bit before pulling out one of Jooheon's beers.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You try to hide the joy you feel hearing this. You and Changkyun have never been more than friends, but you have always secretly loved him. Jooheon had his suspicions, but you had been careful to hide your true feelings towards him. It was easy to be yourself around both of them. Your close friendship with the two made things like cuddling normal.

"Don't be. It wasn't anything serious." Changkyun shrugs, "What about you? You find a guy yet?"

You laugh, slightly to loud as the feelings you get when he asks you that shock you. "No. I'm not looking." You try to dismiss the topic, now regretting you asking about his dating life.

"What about Jooheon?"

"He was talking to this girl for a bit, but it didn't last long. She was jealous of me."

His expression hardened slightly. "Something more between you two now?"

You choke on air. "No. No way. Why would you ask that?"

"Good." Changkyun whispers under his breath as he sets the unopened beer on the counter. Clearing his throat before he continues, "Just making sure..."

"Making sure?" Your voice sounds weaker as you are taken back by the sudden tension you feel between you and Changkyun.

"I just don't want to be shocked if I hear something going on at night while I'm here. Or if i find you sneaking off to his room." He winks.

"Oh god. Shut up." You quickly turn to head back to the living room. It would be his room that you wish you would be sneaking out of you think to yourself, but then try to distract yourself when you feel your skin heating up in a blush.

Your suddenly pulled to a stop when Changkyun grabs your wrist. Turning you back around he pulls you towards him, and with such force that you fall into him. His arm wrapping around the small of your back now keeping you pressed against him. His free hand threading through your hair as he tilts your head so that his eyes can search your expression, and you see a need in his eyes you haven't noticed before. You both stand like that for what seems like forever.

"I almost forgot how just beautiful you are." He whispers before he leans in. "I'm done pretending like you don't drive me crazy." His lips hovering over yours waiting for you to close the distance, giving you the option to kiss him or not.

You stand there frozen, breathing heavily, in shock. "Ch...Changkyun..." You barely whisper before the sound of Jooheon's car breaks the tension between you two.

Changkyun drops his head on your shoulder as he sighs. "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Forget this ever happened." He blurts out. "It's so good to see you again." He says as he steps back. He reaches and grabs the beer he set on the counter, but as he walks past you to head into the living room he quickly kisses your temple.

Standing their dumbfounded by all that happened and what he said, you try to process everything. By the time you make your way into the living room Jooheon is closing the door behind him, and Changkyun is grabbing a bag from Jooheon to help him. You pull out your phone to send a quick text to Changkyun, "I owe you an apology for how I handled that. Let me make it up to you? My door will be unlocked tonight." Shaking your head as you nervously hit send, you take a deep breath before you join them, acting like nothing happened.

Changkyun's phone dings and he pulls it out, reading your text and his eyes dart to you with that same look of need he had moments ago. Then putting his phone away he gives the slightest nod in response that you only noticed because you had been looking for a subtle response. "This looks great." He says as he opens the box that held his food. "Thanks."

The three of you eat with casual conversion, laughing and joking around with each other. You find yourself relaxing more and able to push aside the almost kiss you had with Changkyun, for now.

Part 2

[cali-holland]

Priceless- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You’ve never liked people spending money on you or being at large parties, but Tom seems to forget that as he goes a bit overboard when celebrating your birthday.

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

A/N: I wrote this weeks ago and forgot to post it, my bad if it’s shit- it’s unedited; also I have no clue how much student loans are in the uk or if they even exist so i made it based off the us average and i’ll just stop rambling now oops

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“Tom, this place is really nice.” You breathed out in awe of the dimly lit, but extravagant restaurant. While you felt almost embarrassed by your simple little black dress and non-designer shoes, your hands began to shake a little, thinking about how expensive this dinner must be.

“Anything for my special birthday girl.” Tom beamed, pulling out your chair for you to sit down.

“I wish you would’ve told me we were coming here. I would’ve dressed better.” You said quietly as you sat down in the chair, eyeing the women in fancy dresses at the tables surrounding you two.

“What are you talking about? You’re the best dressed person here.” He sat down across from you, adjusting his tux as he did so, and a sharply dressed waiter came up to the table, offering you two champagne immediately. Before you could kindly decline the offer, Tom insisted on the drinks.

“We’re celebrating tonight.” Tom stated, holding up his champagne flute out to you once the waiter had left. “To the best day of the year: happy birthday, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, clinking your own glass against his before drinking the expensive liquid. 

Being with Tom for the past two years, you were used to the sweet date nights and the amazing birthday gifts; today was just different though. He’d never taken you to such an expensive restaurant before, not one that is so pricey that they don’t even bother to add prices on the menu (which upset you because you couldn’t even choose the cheapest option). You loved your boyfriend very much and you were appreciative of all the romantic dates he took you on and of the incredible gifts he’d give you, but sometimes it concerned you how he’d so willingly spend his money on you. He’d give you a million dollars if you asked for it, no matter what day it was. That is exactly why he didn’t know about your student loans or any of your past due bills- you were a staunch believer in making your way on your own, and that meant not using your boyfriend’s seemingly endless cash flow to help yourself out.

Tom knew you weren’t a fan of him spending money on you, and he also knew you weren’t one for big parties or celebrating your birthday. The diamond necklace that sat on your neck from your last birthday was proof enough of how Tom used your birthday especially as an excuse to give you more expensive things.

“You know I’m paying you back for this, right?” You said as you looked over the menu. Tom laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re not paying for your birthday dinner.” He replied, taking your free hand and holding it in his.

“I’d let you pay for the full meal if we were at McDonald’s, not at some 5-star restaurant.” You stated.

“I think it’s only 4-star.” He joked, but his smile dropped when he saw your frown. Tom lightly squeezed your hand in his. “Let me spoil you tonight, please? Just for tonight.”

“You’re unbelievable, Holland.” You rolled your eyes at him, but still cracked a smile, your thumb gently tracing against the back of his hand.

“I love you, Y/N, but I’m paying for tonight.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled, and he leaned over the table to kiss you.

After a rather delicious five-course meal, you and Tom got into the car, and he took off his suit jacket. While he removed his tie, you took the opportunity to look at the dinner receipt from his jacket pocket.

“Wait, stop!” He reached to take it out of your hands, but it was too late because you had already seen the receipt.

“£400? Are you crazy?” You exclaimed, blinking to make sure you’d read the receipt right- that wasn’t even including his very generous tip (which you weren’t going to complain about that bit).

“Was it not a good meal?” Tom questioned, taking the receipt back from you and putting in his pants pocket this time.

“It was the best food I’ve ever had. I just wish you wouldn’t spend so much on me.” As he pulled out of the parking lot, you took out your phone, pulling up Venmo.

“No, you’re not allowed to pay me back.”

“Well, I said you weren’t allowed to spend that much money on me.”

“It’s your birthday, please let me spoil you a little.” Stopped at a red light, he turned to you and pouted. You sighed, locking your phone.

“For your birthday, I’m taking you to a ridiculously expensive restaurant too.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before the light turned green and he had to start driving again. It took you a minute before you realized he was going in the wrong direction of your flat. “Where are we going?”

“I thought we could go for some drinks before going home.” Tom suggested, but something about his smile made you think it wasn’t a spontaneous thought.

“Yeah, why not?” You replied, not seeing the harm in just going with him. It’s not like you had a choice since he was already driving there anyway. You really just wanted to go home and have a nice night with him, but he was excited about whatever surprise he had planned for you and you weren’t going to ruin that for him- you already felt guilty enough about the dinner (although you did actually really enjoy it, all expenses aside).

“What are you up to?” You asked as he parked the car in front of a strange building. It was too dark for you to even try to guess what it was.

“Come on, love, you’ll see.” He smiled, getting out of the car and hurrying to open your door before you had the chance to. He held your hand, walking you up some sketchy looking stairs. It wasn’t until you got to the roof of the two story building that you really got confused. It was far too dark for you to decipher what was going on.

“Happy birthday!” A large crowd of people shouted, the lights kicking on to illuminate the roof. You smiled, speechless, seeing all the people cheering for your arrival. You weren’t even sure that you recognized a good amount of them.

“Happy birthday, darling.” Tom grinned, wrapping his arms around you. He gently kissed the top of your head, proud of his work.

“Wow, thank you.” You told him, sounding effortlessly enthusiastic about the party. Music started playing from the large speakers, and people started dancing along to the beat, getting back to their own conversations.

“Follow me.” Your boyfriend tugged on your hand, dragging you through the crowd to the far corner of the room, where a birthday cake was sitting in the middle of a large table. The cake itself was the size of a small table; in fact, you were sure it wouldn’t be able to fit on your own kitchen table. It was the most beautiful birthday cake you had ever seen for yourself. Covered in white frosting, it had your favorite flowers and lace all around it with “Happy Birthday, Y/N” written in your favorite color across the middle.

“Do you like it? I got it from the nicest bakery in town. My mum helped me with designing it, and I know we already had dessert at the restaurant, but you can’t have a birthday party without-” You cut off Tom’s nervous rambling by kissing him softly.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” You reassured him, giving him another kiss to calm his nerves and to calm yours as well. You already knew how expensive dinner was, and something told you this party and that cake definitely wasn’t on the inexpensive side of things. His heart was in the right place, but it was just too much for you. Needing another distraction, you spoke up again, “Drinks?”

“Right this way.” He led you over to the rooftop bar, ordering you both a couple cocktails. As the bartender worked on the drinks, Tom got a call and stepped out to the stairs for some privacy.

“If you’re the birthday girl, why are you looking so down?” The bartender asked you, a kind smile on her face.

“Is it wrong of me to say I’m not into big parties like this?” You replied with a small laugh, “I’m grateful for it, but it’s not my scene.”

“So I’ll make this extra strong for you.” She joked, but still had a heavy hand as she poured tequila into the mixture, “You know, you’ve got a pretty remarkable boyfriend there. I’ve worked here a long time and no one’s ever rented this whole place out.”

“I’m sorry?” You questioned, not sure what she meant.

“This is a rooftop bar. We don’t do individual birthday parties, but,” She trailed off whistling, “When someone offers up that much and they’re a celebrity, can’t exactly say no.”

She laughed and slid your finished cocktail over to you. You knew she meant nothing bad by her words, and yet you still felt your gut twist as you looked around the party at everyone socializing. It was a sweet gesture, yes, but did Tom really have to dent his wallet for it? With how much he was spending for today, you knew it had to have some effect on his wallet.

Just before you could take a sip from the cocktail, your phone dinged. You looked at it in confusion as a notification came through from your bank account app: “new transfer pending”. Your heart started to race, thinking someone was somehow scamming your money, but when you looked, you saw a ridiculous amount of money being transferred into your account with the memo: “happy birthday, darling”.

You shot up from your seat at the bar and marched off to find Tom. He was still at the stairs, having just gotten off the phone with a small smile on his face. He must not have processed the angry look on your face as he started, “Your birthday gift still isn’t here. I’m sorry, I really wanted it to arrive by today.”

There was a lace of sadness in his voice, clearly disappointed, but you couldn’t focus on that. Instead, you held up your phone, displaying the new transfer on your bank account. “What the hell is this?”

“That’s for your student loans.” Tom said, the happy smile returning to his face. “I don’t know how much you owe because you won’t tell me, so I just kind of guessed.”

“Tom, you can’t just give me 15,000 pounds!” You exclaimed in frustration.

“Is that not enough? I can-” He started, reaching to take out his phone again.

“No.” Tom paused at your harsh tone, “Stop giving me money. It’s suffocating me. The world already thinks I’m a golddigger just because I’m dating you and they know I can’t afford diamond necklaces.” You pointed to the shiny piece on your neck. “I know your heart’s in the right place, but I can’t keep feeling like this, like I’m your charity case first and your girlfriend second. I want to be with Tom Holland, the dorky boy from Kingston that I fell in love with, not Tom Holland, the celebrity that just flaunts his wealth every chance he gets. If you want to make me happy and make me feel special on my birthday, make me a cake yourself or something; I’d much rather have something priceless with sentimental value than have something expensive that you bought just because you could.”

It was Tom’s turn to be speechless now, completely taken aback by your words. You sighed lightly, stepping forward to give him a quick kiss.

“Thank you for tonight, but I think I’m just going to go home.” You left down the stairs quickly, calling for a cab as you did so, leaving Tom abandoned at your own birthday party as he tried to process how his genuine actions backfired so much.

You didn’t sleep well that night, too caught up in knowing you’ll have to talk to Tom about all this eventually. It wasn’t something that you wanted to break up with him over, unless it got too out of hand, like if another 15,000 pounds suddenly appeared in your bank account. As much as you needed the money and appreciated the thought, you couldn’t accept it. You loved Tom because he was so considerate and thoughtful, and you knew he was only doing this because of that loving personality of his.

It wasn’t until later that night that you started to grow worried about your relationship. Normally, if you two ever fought (which only really happened once and for some reason neither of you remembered now), it would take only a couple hours before one of you apologized, and it had been hours since you left Tom, hours since you last heard from him. You had texted him last night to let him know you got home alright, to which he replied later that he was also home, but there was no “we need to talk” text or call.

Just as you were about to go lose yourself in a pint of self-pitying ice cream, you heard a knock at the door. You were expecting Tom on the other side when you opened the door, but you weren’t expecting him to be holding a covered platter and a gift bag.

“Is it too late to celebrate your birthday properly?” Tom asked, hopefully. You smiled, stepping out of your apartment to give him a kiss.

“Come on in.” You replied softly. You opened the door further for him to step inside beside you. He placed the gift bag and the platter down on the coffee table in front of your couch.

“I’m sorry for last night. I overdid it. I just wanted you to feel special.” He said, sitting down on the couch and you sat down beside him.

“I don’t need a fancy dinner or a big party to make me feel special. You make me feel special whenever I’m with you.” You reassured him, and he picked up the platter, shakily handing it to you.

“I can’t promise it’ll be any good, but I tried.” Tom admitted sheepishly as you unwrapped the aluminum foil around the platter. You smiled in awe, looking at the two layer round chocolate cake on the glass platter, which you now recognized as Nikki’s. It was the exact opposite of the cake from last night- a messy frosting job with no flowers, lace, or letters. You could even see the cake sticking out from under the frosting when it was spread too thin.

“You- you baked me a cake?” You asked, looking over at him. You felt tears prick at your eyes and Tom let out a nervous laugh.

“You’re not supposed to cry. Does it look that bad?” There was a sense of worry in his voice, but he felt relieved as you leaned over to kiss him.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” You set the cake aside to come back to it later.

“I didn’t make the frosting though. I tried, but it was too runny.” He stated, making you giggle.

“That’s when you add more powdered sugar.” You explained and he handed you the gift bag next. “Is this what was supposed to be here by yesterday?”

“Yes. It arrived this afternoon. There’s actually two things in there.” He replied,  a smile playing on his face while he wrapped an arm around your waist. You reached your hand into the bag and felt around. You didn’t need to fully unwrap the tissue paper to know it was a jewelry box, your eyes subconsciously widened at the feeling.

“It’s not what you think it is.” Tom laughed, knowing you’d think it was a ring.

“Not like we don’t know my answer to that.” You teased as you took out the gift. You opened the small black box to see a thin silver necklace of your birthstone resting against the velvet backdrop.

“Now, if you don’t want it because of last night, I- I can take it back.” He offered, scratching the back of his neck. “I know you don’t want me spending excessively, but I saw this weeks ago-”

“Tom, I love it.” You gently took it out of the box, handing it to him so that he could put it on you.

“Okay, so the last one,” He started nervously, before rambling, “I’ve been working on it for a couple weeks, I just needed the one last thing to actually finish it though, so I couldn’t really do it until today. I can always fix it if it doesn’t look right. And, yeah, just open it.”

“Well, now, I’m intrigued.” You laughed, slowly pulling the last gift from the bag. Tom tensed beside you, but you were far too overwhelmed, holding back tears, as you looked over the blue photo album. You turned through the pages, taking in each photograph he had put in it, reading each comment he’d written under it. It was like a story of your relationship over the years, and there was still plenty of room left in the back of the book for the future.

“See, the book was late, and that kind of set me back. I didn’t mean to ignore you today, but between the book and the cake, I was preoccupied.” He laughed lightly.

“You’re by far the best boyfriend ever. I love you so much.” You turned to him, letting a few tears escape. He wiped them away, cupping your cheek and kissing you.

“Happy belated birthday, darling.” He told you softly once he’d pulled away. You quickly got up to grab a couple forks from your kitchen before sitting on his lap on the couch. You balanced the photo album in your lap, so you could continue to go through it, while Tom held the cake platter.

“Let’s see how good this cake is.” You teased, clinking your forkful of chocolate cake against his. Tom watched as you ate your forkful first. The sweet chocolatey taste you were expecting wasn’t there; instead it tasted bitter and almost like bananas. You swallowed it and smiled, trying to play it off, but Tom could tell.

“It’s shit, isn’t it?” He asked, putting a forkful in his mouth before you could respond. He groaned at the horrible taste.

“Did you store it next to bananas?” You laughed.

“Only for like a hour!” He defended.

“I think you put too much baking powder in here. It shouldn’t be that bitter.”

Tom sighed, setting the platter down on the table. You smiled at him, still laughing a little at the cake, “You tried, and I love you for that.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

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[jungshookz]

Idk if this has been sent before but imagine like baker jin and forgetful y/n like she needs to get a cake for yoongi asap bc she forgot his bday and jin is completely okay w working at supersonic speed for this cute little teary eyed person who seems to be in big trouble

➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader

➺ genre; baker!jin duh, fluffier than jin’s popular angel food cake!! jin and y/n are a couple of cuties :’) 

➺ wordcount: 3.9k

➺ what to expect; “okay! that’s easy. a birthday cake is doable! see? nothing to get teary-eyed over, darling!”

➺ note; i’m not going to lie the one thing that motivated me to finALLy write this request was the phrase ‘cute little teary-eyed person’ i am soFT! I AM SOFT! okay bye i love baker!jin 

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you’ve been sitting in your car for the past twenty minutes trying to remember what exactly it was that namjoon asked you to do for yoongi’s birthday

you know it wasn’t to get everyone to sign his birthday card because that was your job lasT year and also jungkook is in charge of that this year because last week he literally asked you to sign yoongi’s card

and it definitely wasn’t to decorate the venue because namjoon always takes care of that (because he likes things done a certain way and doesn’t trust anyone else with the important job of whEre to place the balloons)

and it also wasn’t to wrap his birthday gifts because according to jimin your wrapping skills are awful and you have the cutting skills of a toddler using those play scissors

it certainly wasn’t to pick yoongi up from his apartment because if that was your job then yoongi would be in the car with you right now (it’s hoseok’s job this year)

and taehyung was the one who curated the invite list aNd took care of the music playlist so you know that wasn’t your job either

so what… in the world… did namjoon ask you to do?

your memory has always been pretty shitty so you probably should’ve written it down

actually you dID technically write it down the day namjoon asked you to take care of it because you remember vividly using your pen and writing it on the back of your hand and then you remember namjoon scolding you and delving into a lecture about the dangers of ink poisoning

but then you washed your hands

and once it was wiped away from your hand it was wiped away from your memory

and that was two weeks ago

so now

here you are

in the parking lot of the venue (you guys are celebrating yoongi’s suRPRISE party at his favourite video game arcade) sitting in your car in complete silence hoping that whatever task you were supposed to complete will just naturally come to you

the party starts at 8 and it’s 7 right now so you still have an hour left to think

you came early to help namjoon set up but then the whole ‘i feel like i’m forgetting something’ thought creeped into your mind and now here you are

and you’re a little afraid to go in and ask namjoon about your mystery task because you feel like he’s going to skin you alive if he finds out that you have noT completed the mystery task

but then again he’s namjoon and namjoon wouldn’t hurt a fly!!!! he’s a sweetie pie!!!

hm

whatever your task is it probably wasn’t that important because namjoon should know better than to send you off with completing something that is integral to the success of yoongi’s surprise party

“you have three seconds to tell me that you’re kidding before i actually lose it.” namjoon presses his lips together before exhaling slowly

okay

so

quick breakdown of what happened after you decided to leave the safety of your car

you came in

said hello to everyone

complimented jimin’s gift-wrapping skills

snuck one of the mini cheeseburger off the foods table

asked tae if he could add dancing queen on the playlist because no party is complete without some ABBA

snuck a mini corndog off the foods table

and then wandered over to a busy namjoon to say hi but before you could say hi namjoon asked you where ‘it’ was, to which you responded with “what… what is ‘it’?”

“by it, i mean the birthday cake. yoongi’s birthday cake. yoongi’s birthday cake that you were supposed to take care of this year because of the revolving system that i- y/n, i need you to say something and stOP staring at me like you don’t know what i’m talking about-“

“oh, the birthday cake!” you snap your fingers before putting your hands on your hips “god, thanks for clearing that up for me. i was literally scratching my head over it for like an hour.”

well there we go!

the mystery has been solved!!!

now you know what namjoon asked you to do for yoongi’s birthday

you were supposed to get his birthday cake!

…

…

…hollup

the smile immediately drops from your face

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET YOONGI’S BIRTHDAY CAKE

“oh my- oh my goD-“ your eyes practically pop out of their sockets when it finally registers that you were supposed to order a custom birthday cake for yoongi and you definitely did noT order anything for yoongi

“y/n, i asked you to do one thing-!” namjoon groans and throws his hands up into the air

“i know, i know!!!!! it’s okay, i’ll fix this!” you reassure as you rummage through your purse for your car keys “what flavour should i get??? classic birthday cake?? lemon curd??”

“lem- leMON CUR- oh my GOD i want to hurl you into the middle of a busy intersection-“ namjoon feels like he’s about to have a stroke christ almiGHTY

LEMON CURD????

yoongi’s not turning EIGHTY

“lemon curd??” your voice is turning piTchy and that’s an indicator that you are PANICKING “was that a yes for lemon cur-“

you freeze in fear when namjoon suddenly reaches forward and squiSHes your face in between his hand

“shut up and listen to the words that are about to come out of my mouth.” he says lowly and you swallow thickly before nodding

you’re not sure if you like this namjoon

“a four layer cake. alternating layers of chocolate cake and confetti cake. light blue buttercream frosting in between the layers. dark blue buttercream frosting all around. black sprinkles around the cake - not the top, just around the cake, it’s crucial that there are no sprinkles on the top. in black buttercream frosting, ‘happy birthday yoongi’ in block letters.” he almost growls and you feel like your heart is about to fall out of your ass

if anything will teach you to nevEr forget anything again it’ll be this version of namjoon

he’s like bridezilla except instead of a bride he’s a self appointed party planner

“four layers. chocolate. confetti. light blue in between. dark blue all around. black sprinkles all around, not on top. happy birthday yoongi. block letters. black letters. block black letters??” you probably look like a crazy person muttering things to yourself as you huStle back to your car

namjoon said that if you don’t get back to the party with a custom birthday cake by the time the clock strikes 9:00 he’ll kill you and you beLIEVE him

since you’re not going to be there when the party starts jimin said he’ll come up with some buLLshit excuse about you running late so that yoongi doesn’t get too suspicious about your whereabouts

he mentioned that he didn’t really want a cake this year but all of you know how much yoongi loves cake

and you love seeing him make that ‘i’m pretending i’m surprised but in reality i knew this was going to happen all along’ face

it’s so cute!!

you slam the front door shut and hurry to buckle yourself in as you type ‘custom birthday cakes near me’ on google maps

it’s fine! you’ll be fine

you wiLL definitely be able to find some bakery to put together a suPER last minute custom birthday cake

more specifically, a four layer cake with alternating layers of chocolate cake and confetti cake slathered with blue buttercream frosting and covered with sprinkles around it (not on top! just around! very important!) and also it should say ‘happy birthday yoongi!’ and the writing should be in chunky letters using black buttercream frosting

“why do bakeries close so early???” you wonder out loud as you continue to scroll through the results

literally everything is closed

if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this it’s that bakers are noT night owls

c’mon come oN

you’ll take anything at this point

you nearly scream in joy when you see that there’s one bakery that a) specialises in custom cakes and b) is still open for another thirty minutes and c) is not that far from you!!!!

according to google the place called sweet kimfecjins

oh dear god

what the heLL kind of a name is that???

whA-

and it is far from you!!!! it’s a twenty minute drive away from you!!!

under these circumstances that’s not close at aLL

you need a place that’s at the most thirty seconds away from you (you are noT kidding you really need this cake right here right now)

what other options are there

well

there’s a mcdonald’s near you

maybe you can just buy a bunch of those apple pies and use the oreo mcflurries to glue them all together to buiLD a cake

sure, it’s literally the farthest thing from what namjoon told you to get, but it’s a cake!!!!!

…okay you can’t do that to yoongi

if you were presented with an apple-pie-mcflurry nightmare as a birthday cake you would be pretty bummed out

so this means one thing

sweet kimfecjins here we come

surprisingly enough you make it to the bakery in twelve minutes time without running any red lights oR running any pedestrians over

you did honk at a couple crossing the street but you made sure to shoot them an apologetic smile

they still flipped you off but the point is you made it to the bakery with like fifteen minutes left to spare until they close up for the night

and-

“oh- oh no- nonONoOnONONO-“ your eyes are as wide as saucers as you practically slam yourself up against the glass doors right as the (presumable) owner is flipping the sign to ‘closed’ “oh, please- please, google said that you’re not closing for like another fifteen minutes, please, you haVe to help me i nEED a cake-“

namjoon is going to have your head on a stick if you don’t get this cake so you are going to have to beg like you’ve never begged before

jin sighs to himself as he watches the clock tick tock tick tock

it’s been a slow day today

he had a couple people in this afternoon but they only bought like one strawberry turnover to share in between the two of them

who shaRES one single strawberry turnover???

psychopaths, that’s who

and also he had some tourists come in and they bought a box of his carrot cake cupcakes so that was pretty good

he also managed to convince them to buy another box of red velvet cupcakes >:-) it was actually pretty easy because he just had to flirt with the two girls and they immediately were like okAY more cupcakes won’t hurt

…what???

he has to make a living!!!

yoU would do the same if you had to make money

but other than that business has been a little slow

last week he had a bachelorette party cake request and he spent five hours moulding a penis out of fondant so that was pretty exciting

they even gave him a bonus tip because they said it looked very realistic

what can he say?? his hands are magical

but now he’s bored out of his mind and honestly he wouldn’t even mind if he got another request for a penis cake

he just wants to maKE something!!!

he made a couple cakes this morning and put them in the display cases hoping to lure people in to buy them but they’ve been untouched!! so he’s just going to pack up all the leftovers of the day and deliver it to the food bank

hopefully they’ll enjoy all his delicious treats.,.., that they’re getting for free.,,.., even though he would much rather prefer getting compensated for his hard work

do you SEE how beautifully braided the puff pastry is for his apple tarts???????

since no one seems to be buying baked goods at this hour jin decided to close up a little earlier tonight

he’s going to clean up a little bit and do some prepping for tomorrow (his secret to the best chocolate chip cookies is chilling the dough overnight) and then he’s going to pack up all the leftovers and deliver them and thEn he’s finally going to go home and maybe order some dinner or something

as he flips the sign to ‘closed’, he-

“jeSUS fuCJK-“ jin jumps thirty feet in the air when someone suddenly slams up against the glass doors

goD

“oh- oh no- nonONoOnONONO- oh, please- please, google said that you’re not closing for like another fifteen minutes, please, you haVe to help me i nEED a cake-“

thank god the doors are locked because whoever you are you seem INSANE

“i’m sorry, i’m closing up for the night!” jin replies and gives you a shrug “come back tomorrow! i open at 7am sharp-“ jin immediately stops talking when he notices your eyes starting to well up with tears

oh god

he didn’t mean to make you cry!!

why are you crying????

is 7am not early enough for you??

“i- um, i mean i guess i could open at 6:30 but to be honest i might pass out while frosting your cake that early because my beauty sleep is-“

“no, you don’t understand- it’s my friend’s birthday tonight a-and we’re throwing him a surprise party and i was supposed to get the cake for him because that was the task that namjoon- he’s another one of my friends - that he assigned to me but i- well, i wrote it down on my hand but then i washed my hands and then i kinda forgot about it but that was two weeks ago and now i have to get yoongi - that’s the birthday boy - i have to get him his special cake otherwise namjoon’s going to be so upset with me and-“ your mouth is running like a motor and jin can barely keep up with this story because you keep throwing in new details and also it’s hard to hear you through the glass

something something birthday cake something surprise party something bukjoon something something

okay

you know what

you made a fair point

he iS technically still open so he’ll let you in

(and also you’re…,,. kind of cute so there’s that)

a fat tear threatens to roll down your cheek as you continue to blubber and jin holds a finger up

you immediately shut up and jin offers you a smile before opening the door “i’ll help you if you stop crying.”

you nod quickly and reach up to wipe at your drippy eyes

your nose has gone a little pink and your eyes are glossy and jin can’t help but find that even moRe endearing

“now - what did you need?” jin asks calmly as he leads you towards the front counter

“a birthday cake.” you sniffle before clearing your throat

“okay! that’s easy. a birthday cake is doable!” jin claps his hands together after he makes his way behind the counter “see? nothing to get teary-eyed over, darling!”

okay woAh

he’s not sure where the pet-name came from

it just rolled off his tongue so naturally!!!

you hiccup and your nose twitches and jin feels his heart pit-a-pat in his chest

o boy

“but i- it has to be four layers and it has to be chocolate confetti chocolate confetti and then i need blue- light blue buttercream frosting in between the layers and… and i think dark blue buttercream around- or maybe it’s dark blue in between and light blue around-“ you start to ramble again and jin’s eyes widen

chRist

this birthday cake might not be that doable after all

usually he just has to write ‘happy birthday ____!’ on top of a cake and maybe make some pretty frosting roses on top and that’s it

“how about-“ jin interrupts you agAin with a gentle smile, “how about i get you a pen and paper and you can list out all the requirements for this special cake? in the meantime, i’ll heat up a cup of my homemade strawberry milk for you and- are you a fruit person or a chocolate person?”

“chocolate?” you pull a chair out from a table and drag it over so that you’re sitting right by the front counter “i like milk chocolate.”

“lucky for you, i use milk chocolate for my chocolate mousse cake. do you like whipped cream?” jin asks as he slides a notepad and pen over to you

you nod before offering him a shy smile

okay

so far so good

your cake actually isn’t that complicated! it just has a loT of different pieces that have to be put together

and it’s a good thing jin still has some pans of cake that he baked this morning (usually he bakes the cakes in the morning and then lets them rest for the night and then he frosts them the neXt morning so that it’s ready for his customers)

unfortunately he didn’t have any confetti cake so instead he replaced it with plain vanilla cake and then in the blue frosting he threw in a whole handful of sprinkles

and the buttercream frosting is easy to make because he makes them by the buCket so all he had to do was dump food dye in it

and he knows about your time limit so he’s working as quickly as possible

he really wants to strike up a conversation with you but a) he needs to focus and b) for some reason he can’t seem to turn his usual boyish charm on with you because you seem so… delicate?

and you seem to have calmed down from earlier

you’re still working through the chocolate mousse cake and-

jin’s lips press together in a poor attempt to suppress his smile when he notices whipped cream on the corner of your mouth

you seem to be enjoying the cake which is a good thing

“this whipped cream is like, really good-“ you look over at jin (you asked for his name when he first started putting the cake together and just like that the name of his bakery suddenly made sense) ((and now that you think about it it’s actually a pretty clever name so braVo to him!!)) “what brand is it from?”

“oh, it’s- i actually make my own whipped cream, so it’s my own recipe.” jin smiles proudly and stands up a little straighter

“what do you put in here that makes it so good??” you wonder out loud as you scrape some off the top of the cake before sucking it off your pointer finger

“it’s easy, i pretty much just-“ jin suddenly stops whipping the frosting before narrowing his eyes at you playfully “actually, that’s for me to know and for you to nEver find out. how do i know you’re not from some rival bakery??”

“-if i was from a rival bakery i think i’d probably be able to make this cake on my own. instead i came to you and started crying when you said you were closed for the night.” you raise a brow before narrowing your eyes baCk at jin

“touché.” jin snorts as he starts to pipe the message on the top of the cake “so, um-“ he clears his throat and glances over at you briefly “this yoongi - he’s your boyfriend, you said?”

“yoongi?” you laugh lightly before shaking your head, “no, no way. yoongi is not my boyfriend. god, that’d be…. nO, yoongi is not my boyfriend.” you wipe your mouth with a napkin before dropping it on the plate

“right, right- and namjoon is-“

“namjoon is dEFINitely not my boyfriend- i don’t have a boyfriend, so-“ you lean back against the chair as you watch jin slowly piping out yoongi’s name

“ah, i see, i see.” jin nods in understanding

a moment of silence goes by

…he doesn’t know how to continue this conversation

when did he get so awKWARd at flirting????

maybe if he tries to sell you a box of cupcakes like he did with those tourists he’ll become charming again

“do you have a- is there, like, a mrs sweet kimfecjins-“

…and it’s just hitting him that yoU seem to be just as awkward as him when it comes to subtle flirting

“well, if you play your cards right you might just end up with that title, darling.”

your cheeks immEDiately go bright red and jin can’t help but smirk to himself

he’s still got it

“thank you so much for doing this at the last minute, you’re a literal life saver-“ you gush as you dig through your purse for your wallet

there are approximately 18 minutes left until the clock strikes niNE so if you drive as crazily as you did when getting hEre then you should make it back to the party before namjoon gets the chance to bite your head off

“oh, you know what?” jin shakes his head as he makes sure the cake is secure in the box “you can just take the cake - i feel like you’ve been through enough, so this one’s on me.”

“what?? no, i can’t do that to you! it’s such a nice cake!! i can’t just take it-“

“how about-“ jin stops you before you can get into another one of your five minute rambles (you seem to do that a lot) “how about in return for the cake, you let me take you out on a date?”

you blink owlishly at him and jin beams when he sees colour rising to the apples of your cheeks once again

“you- you want to take me out on a date?”

“the journey to becoming mrs sweet kimfecjins has to start somEwhere-“ jin jokes lightly before shaking his head “if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine, but i’m still going to give you the cake on the hous-“

“no, i want to!” you blurt out a little toO enthusiastically before clearing your throat and rEELing it way back “i mean- yeah, a date sounds nice… or whatever.”

“or whatever?” jin teases as he slides the box over to you “i wrote my cell number on the back of the receipt, so… text me, or whatever. let me know when you’re free and we can sort something out.”  

good lord

jin seems to know the way to a woman’s stomach aND her heart

‘i scrape fresh vanilla beans into the whipped cream - that’s what makes it so yummy! there’s also another ingredient but i’ll tell you what it is on our date. see you soon, darling. -your favourite very super unbelievably handsome baker, jin’

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dear no one [q.kun]

⇾ pairing : qian kun x reader

⇾ summary : love is worth the wait,especially when it’s your favourite food store aunty’s grandson

⇾ wc : 2k

⇾ genre/warnings : implied soulmate! au,inspired by Tori Kelly’s Dear No One | mild swearing

+if i may add,i want to dedicate this to @nctream​ who has always been the writer whom i admired for the longest time.thank you for being the sweetest person i came across this hellsite,though i never actually communicate with you but you’re so incredible and i hope you know that.much love!

All your life,you’ve wanted nothing more than to meet the one,the soulmate who was allegedly entwined with your soul before your time on Earth even began ticking.Everyone has someone,it was just a matter of time before you meet them.But that was also exactly why you were impatient,counting down daily on the crossed-out boxes of your yearly calendar,most of your friends had met theirs by now.Some married,some even with kids---or just happily dating.All but you.

It sucked really.

Going to work in the wretched company every day was like a punch to the guts when everyone around you was all about love.Mrs Kim on the marketing department always showed off her vacation photos--it was always jolly and exciting,grinning faces of her twin boys seemed to mock you for your lack of relationship.And there was also Mr Lee,a young intern who was at least 4 years younger than you but had already found his one and only.

And how about Mr Park,the old bumbling guy nearing his retirement age?His sweet plump wife never forgets to pack him lunch,constantly reminding him to wear his tweed coat in case he catches a cold in the draughty security room.

What about you?No one to come home to,no one packing your lunch or was there a partner for holidays.Twenty-three pushing twenty-four with no felicity in love.Lady Luck never smiled at you much,you could say.Maybe it’s your resting bitch face,it could probably scare off the fortune bearing deity and leave her quivering in her robes.

The day was cold as it is,heavy rain started its relentless onslaught on the wooden roof of the rickety store off the main road.You were craving hot soup after work and thought it would be a good idea to drive off course to visit the dear old lady who ran the shop on her own.She was an amiable creature,forever ready to offer a radiant smile that let her old beauty trickle through.The granny would probably be one of the few people you were genuinely nice to,which explains your big chunk of discount every time you stopped by.

But it wasn’t a good idea of course.Nothing you ever did was a good idea.

Your engine couldn’t start up after running in the rain for your car.Other than damaging the leather seats of your vehicle,your heels sunk deep into the slushy mud and broke right when you yanked upwards to get it out.Groaning in frustration,your fingers latched onto the tresses of your wet hair,the half-cracking nail getting caught between them.You forgot to cut them last night,and now it had turned its head back to bite you in the arse.

The you that made your way back into the shop shocked the small-framed lady,your disheveled appearance a huge contrast to the sleek you that had left the store a few minutes ago.You probably gave her little heart the dose of pump she never needed.

“Dear,what happened?”She exclaimed,scurrying over to you with two thick towels. “You’ll have to dry off,or you’ll be sick!”

She sat you down on the chair behind the counter,while you attempted to shield your ratty image from the prying eyes of her customers.It didn’t really work though,they still locked glances on you,curious and hushed gossip brewing among the group of malevolent looking ladies who look upon you with their beady eyes.

“Come,”She urged,ushering you towards the baby blue curtains that led into the kitchen,maybe.There was a “STAFF ONLY” hanging above the entrance,and the sound of pans clanging gave it away.

“Qian Kun!”Her frail voice shrieked in Mandarin, “Qian Kun,where are you,you lazy boy,”Tugging you by the arm,she led you further into the cooking area.The smell of cooking was making your full stomach rumble again,and you once again longed for the hot herbal soup with noodles. “Are you on your phone again?”

“I’m not lazy!”Was the reply.A fairly built man emerged out of nowhere,eyebrows furrowed in confusion when his eyes rested on your straggly form. “Who’s this?The new cashier?”He queried,wiping his wet hands on the rag by the table.

You couldn't answer,your usually sharp tongue felt prickly and numb.You only stared back absent-mindedly,but he looked about as enamoured by you like you had been by him.

You knew the old lady told him something,and with the way she was yelling at him,you figured he was too zoned out to concentrate.Both of you tore your gazes away from each other when his grandmother reached up to his broad shoulders to give him a good shake.

“You never listen to me.” She grumbled,huffing indignantly. “All I told you to do is to lend them something to wear,and drop them back.”

The granny gave Kun a small shove, “Naughty boy,and you were so cute back then.”She muttered,retying her apron hastily and hurrying away to wait on the unattended counter.

“I’m still cute now.”He mumbled,looking sheepish in front of you. “I-uh-I apologise,that was embarrassing.”

“No worries.”You let out a small giggle,waving his comment off. “Your grandmother is cute.”

The corners of his mouth pulled up in an amused smile,while he gestured for you to follow him. “I hope you can fit into my granny’s clothes,they are a little old-fashioned but I think you can make it work.”

The door behind the pantry led up to a stairway of wooden steps,and then into a fairly warm lounge.There was a small couch,and a bed accompanied with a shelf of books and board games.You supposed that this could be their resting place of some sort when they closed temporarily for the day,lunch break, or whenever someone feels a little out of it.

“This place looks really comfortable.”You remarked,shifting your black button-up from sticking onto your skin.It clung on like leeches,making this whole ordeal more unpleasant than it already is.The nail was giving you excruciating pain,the shard of the broken end digging vehemently into your fingertips.

“It is,my granny made sure it’s the best condition so all the employees would feel comfy here.” Kun rummaged in the closet to the left of the bed,fishing out a pair of loose black pants and a plain white tee. “Here,she didn’t leave any shirts here,but I hope you’re okay with mine.”

You nodded thankfully,reaching out to take them from him.The shirt smelled nice,your nose picking up on the lavender-scented detergent wafting from the material.

“Then I’ll drive you home?” The warm tone of his voice felt homely, sending hot waves across your body,making you feel like a lightheaded teenager talking to their crush for the first time,tongue heavy with nerves.But yet at the same time,the attraction that bloomed in your chest felt more matured and controlled than the seventeen-year-old you,age muffling the lovesick squeals that you would’ve let out when you’re alone in your room.

You had felt something when you first landed eyes on him,a familiar feeling stemming that made it impossible to wound your mind around.Maybe it was your affection deprived self that was being delusional,and it would pass like one of your many fleeting crushes.

But you couldn’t help but let your mind wander,thinking about what if he was the one you’ve been waiting for?

+

If there was a chance to hit the pause button,you would, in half a heartbeat.The quiet fragments of conversation shared brought you a sense of ease that you’ve never felt in a long time,with white noises and soft tunes of guitar strumming playing from the car radio was almost ethereal.The drizzle of the rain incorporated flavour to the moment like the topping to your favourite dessert,it was the perfect addition that completed the time shared.

“I’ll drop by tomorrow to return the clothes.”You said,unbuckling the seatbelt as he stopped in the lobby of your apartment complex.

“Alright,I guess I’ll see you tomorrow again?”Kun smiled,the kind that made your organs go mushy and all gooey,like someone stuck a ladle in you and began to stir aggressively.

“For sure!Thank you for the lift.” You limped out of the car slowly,careful to not cause more impairment to your shoes.You didn’t fancy going up the elevator looking like someone ran you over with a truck,but there wasn’t much of an option.

All you could think of that night were Qian Kun and his calloused fingers,deep timbre voice and gentle smiles.Maybe you were going crazy,but again,there wasn’t much of an option either.

+

“You seem very happy today.” Mrs Kim from the marketing team mentioned,the cheerful grin almost blinding you.You couldn’t help but spot the striking resemblance of the smile to her sons.Now,it suddenly appeared more kind and less scornful than you thought,and you felt a little bad for always being grouchy towards her.You realised it was nothing but your loneliness coming into play,and you would even admit that you were envious of her happy family life. “Had a great day yesterday?”

“Not really,no,”You told her. “But I guess it wasn’t all that bad.”

So the tales of yesterday’s misfortunes came pouring out of you,from the dreaded engine to the antagonising broken nail,Mrs Kim was more than shocked to see the unconscious tug of your lips upwards.

“And you’re still smiling after all that?”She laughed. “I’m gonna say that you met someone.”

Your eyes widened a bit,trying to cough it off. “I didn’t!It was just the store owner’s grandson.”

“So there is someone?”Mrs Kim waggled her eyebrows at you. “You cannot hide from me,child.That’s the face of an infatuated person.”

+

The bell jingled when you pushed open the glass door.Stepping in,you opened your mouth to greet the granny like usual,but was met with an unknown face gaping at you.It was a boy,around a few years younger,round marble eyes curious yet welcoming.His booming tone greeted you,far too much enthusiasm for your liking.

“Hello,welcome!What would you like today,miss?We have chicken noodle soup for today’s special and--,”

“Lucas,please stop talking so loudly.”Kun’s voice reverberated from behind the thin curtains. “You’re gonna scare all the customers on your first day.”

“I’m here to see Kun.”You spoke to the giant of a human,glancing swiftly at the kitchen entrance,slightly intimidated by his tall stature.He gave you a quick once-over,looking a bit confused.

“Are you his girlfriend?”He questioned,shooting you a broad smirk. “Kun ge is so lucky,I’m--”

“Lucas,what’s taking so long?”Kun appeared again like the first time you met him,drying his damp hands on a small rag. “Oh!”

“Oh,indeed.”Lucas said,mischief written all over his face. “Is this your girlfriend,gege?Should I let granny know about this?”

Kun scowled at him,murmuring something along the lines of ‘if you don’t shut up,I’ll make sure you don’t have a job by the end of today.’

“Hey.”

You passed him the neatly packed parcel, “I’ve washed everything.Thank you again for being so kind to me.”

“I say this calls for a celebration.” Lucas interrupted,peeking from behind the cash register. “Kun,remember that sushi place you wanted to try out?The one near the local university.”

Kun hummed, “What celebration?”

“That someone is finally into you for the first time in twenty-four years?You should appreciate this effort made by this very beautiful individual.”

“Would you kindly shut the fuck up?”Kun hissed,the frown intensifying.

“Well,if you need someone to go with,I know a person who would very much like to.”You interjected,growing more bashful by the second.

“Great!Now you two settle between yourselves.I’ve got work to do!”Lucas said brightly,darting away.

Kun smiled,tucking his phone away in his pocket,glittering irises not leaving yours.

“I’ll call you.” He promised,and somewhere in you just knew he would.

And as you made your way out of the store,the keen sense in your being told you that something very special was about to begin.

Good things truly do come to those who wait,after all.

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Welcome to Hawkins Hell (Hopper x reader) Part 4.

He wasn’t here. He always came a little earlier to pick you up and eat something. But he wasn’t here and your shift was over in five minutes. That could only mean two things: either he forgot it or something had happened. You really hoped it was just the first but you had the feeling that it was the latter. "Where’s the Chief?“ Tim, your coworker asked. You shrugged "He has to work today.“ you answered trying to play it off, hoping he couldn’t sense your panic "How are you coming home?“ He asked now and your heart sank. Your bicycle was at home. "I don’t know, Walk i guess.“ you stated while wiping the counter, thinking about walking home at night with this thing still out there made chills run down your body "Walk?“ Charlotte asked as she came back after grabbing the empty plates off a table "I’ll drive you.“ she answered "Okay, thank you.“ you felt relieved for her offer but your mind was still on Hopper.

"So tell me everything. And I know that you said that there isn’t anything and I really don’t want to annoy you but I just want you to know that your secrets are safe with me.“ Charlotte stated once she were driving down the roads of Hawkins. And in that moment you really wanted to talk to someone, the whole situation, your feelings for the Chief, were getting more and more confusing and since you couldn’t talk to her about the lab situation you could talk to her about your crush. Also you really did trust her, knowing that she only ever gossiped about unimportant stuff. She had become a really good friend in the months of working at Pollys Diner "Okay i might like him.“ she smirked "I knew it.“ she held her fist up in victory "But like that’s about it. There’s not much more to tell you really." She hummed "You know Mrs. Green right?“ you furrowed your brows "The woman that always comes on Wednesdays having a Roastbeef sandwich?“ you asked her "At exactly 1pm. Yes, you know she loves to tell us the newest gossip." You didn’t liked where this was going "She told me that she saw the Chief's car parked infront of your building the whole night..." you huffed, so Jim was right they were already talking. "Yes he was there, but he slept on the couch.“ Charlotte slammed the breaks "WHAT?“ she looked at you like you were insane "ouch was what that for?“ you asked rubbing your head where it had bumped on the window "Why was he sleeping on the fucking couch?“ you rolled your eyes "We just talked. I happend to be with him when they found Will..“ "Oh.“ She just said knowing the talk about what happened to his daughter "Yeah.“ You exhaled, she stopped outside your place "But y/n? I still stand by what I told you before, I think he likes you too." You gave her a small smile "And I’m never wrong about these things.“ you hugged her "Thank you." She hugged you back "And may i add you two are so cute together. The way you always glance at each other urgh I want someone to look at me like that too! You should pay Robert to work extra slow on getting your car fixed!“ you rolled your eyes but laughed at her. Wishing her a good night before getting out of her car.

Inside you immediately went to your phone and dialed his number "Come on Hopper... Please pick up...“ nothing. "Shit.“ combing your hand through your hair you started pacing. What should you do? Your car was still at the Garage, driving to his trailer in the middle of the night on your bike was also not an option and calling the police also wasn’t going to work - since he haven’t told him what he was about to do. You should have gone with him, you could have called in sick and go with him. There was no other thing to do than to wait for the next day. But there was also no way that you could fall asleep now, trying occupy your mind you turned on the tv. You tried calling him again after some time but at some point you must have fallen asleep because when you woke up again it was morning already. You opened your eyes, confused for a second on why you were on your couch, the tv still on before the memories rushed back. Before there was time to panic there was a knock on the door. You rushed to the door, pulling it open being met with Hopper "Jim.“ you breathed out before wrapping your arms tight around his neck, his arms went around you. It felt like a weight was lifted off your chest as he was standing there, alive and not injured from what you could tell "Are you okay?“ you asked pulling away from him letting your hands rest on his biceps, not wanting to give up all the contact yet and he seemed to think the same cause his arms were still wrapped around you. "I am. And I am sorry for not picking you up yesterday.“ you waved him off, before you heard someone enter the building "Let’s go inside then you can explain why you stood me up like josh did in my first year of college.“ you shot him a wink to let him know that you were joking. You went into the kitchen to make some coffee, him following you "How did you get home?“ he asked and hoped that someone drove you "Charlotte drove me.“ You answered and made your way over to the couch, he nodded relived and sat down next to you. "So... my intuition was right.“ you gasped "It- it’s fake?“ you asked to wich he nodded "I found out yesterday after I dropped you off, then I went into the Lab and found some kind of liquid but before anything else could happen they knocked me out.“ he took a sip before he continued "I woke up this morning, in my trailer. They tried to make me believe that i had a hangover not knowing that i calmed the drinking down because of y-“ he went silent before clearing his throat "Anyway I found a hidden mic at my place.“ your eyes widened "You think-" "That they bugged your place too? No they also didn’t do it with Joyce.“ It was silent for a few moments before you spoke up "I‘m just glad nothing happened to you I was worried out of my mind.“ he put his mug down before laying his hand on yours that was resting on your thigh, you turned your hand and laced your fingers with his "I didn’t wanted to worry you, I would have picked you up or at least called if-" you squeezed his hand "I know Hop.“ you smiled at each other. "When do you have to work today?“ Hopper asked you adverting his gaze onto your hands that are still laying on your thigh intertwined. "Two till eight.“ You mumble eyes still on his face, he nodded looking at the clock. It was only twelve. "Wanna get something to eat?“ he decided to ask you "What?“ "Breakfast? I know this cafe close to your place.“ he smiled at you and you nodded.

You stepped inside the cafe after he held the door open for you and suddenly a lot of eyes were looking your way. You unconsciously took a step closer to Hopper who was looking for a table. After you sat down infront of him a waitress appeared, who after taking your order started to whisper with two of the girls that also worked there, glancing in your direction every few seconds. You looked at your hands. "Hey you alright?“ Hopper asked "Yeah just.. just not used to this kind of attention..“ he furrowed his brows, before you could answer your order came and you mumbled a thank you to the waitress. He looked around, eyes turning away. "Let them talk.“ he shrugged "But doesn’t it bother you? I don’t want them to talk bad about you.“ he laughed "Sweetheart they’ve said worse things about me. Trust me.“ after that you relaxed a little and it was actually really nice but soon enough you had to work. The waitress put the bill on the table and you reached out for it but Hopper was faster and you started to argue with him but it was useless he wouldn’t let you pay.

"I‘ll see you at eight?“ he asked as he parked in front of the Diner, "Yep.“ "Okay.“ he mumbled as you kissed his cheek. Walking towards the entrance you turn around before opening the door, smiling and waving at him. Entering the diner a dopey smile still on your face Charlotte catches your eyes from behind the counter smiling at you knowingly. She followed you into the back "Any news?“ she asks in a sing song voice "Nah, but we had breakfast before coming here. It was nice.“ "That’s what got you so giddy.“ you sighted "Char I’m really into him. Like it’s so bad.“ she shrugged "It’s not that bad. You haven’t dated anyone in forever. I think you should make a move.“ your eyes widened at her words "No, no I can’t- what if he doesn’t like me like that?!“ Charlotte rolled her eyes "I already told you he likes you!“

"But what if you’re wrong.“ she pointed a finger at you "I am not. I got you right didn’t i?“ "I really-" you were interrupted by another voice "I don’t want to disturb your little chat but we have customers.“ one of the other waitresses appeared in the door.

Your shift seemed to drag on for days but soon enough the blazer was seen trough the glass front of the diner and the man that had occupied your mind the whole afternoon stepped out. The door opened and your eyes met his, you both smiled at the same time and he came to the counter where you were standing "Hey again.“ he said low "Hi.“ you smiled at him "What can I get you?“ he ordered a cheeseburger. "Oh hey Chief.“ Mandy, the other woman that worked today said to him "Aren’t you tired of being used as a chauffeur?“ She sneered and you huffed, Mandy never liked you for some reason. Jim frowned "No why would I? Driving around the prettiest girl in Hawkins, i should feel honored she let me been seen with her.“ he answered and Charlotte elbowed you before mouthing a "see?“ to wich you rolled your eyes but still blushed while the butterflies went crazy in your stomach. "The prettiest girl in Hawkins.“ his words played in your mind on repeat. Mandy didn’t said anything anymore, excusing herself to bring fries to a couple that sat near the door. You and Jim just smiled at each other again for a second before you went to get his order.

"And Chief any news on the aliens?“ you heard Charlotte ask and couldn’t help but chuckle. When you came back with the burger they were still talking but your brain was fogged you chewed on your lip when you heard your name being said "Huh?“ you said looking up.

"Ready to go?“ Hopper had asked You.

"When is your car going to be done?“ Your face fell a little at his question as you looked out of the window of his car. "Tired of being my chauffeur?“ you tried to joke but he didn’t laughed "Don’t listen to her. I don’t mind driving you. Actually I like it, spending time with you that is.“ you smiled at him "I like spending time with you too.“

"Good then maybe we should continue with it once you got your car back.“ the car drive was almost over "Yeah I would like that.“ you tried to hide the smile that was about to appear on your face, but failed.

While you cooked dinner, you thought about everything that happened today. Not only did Hopper called you beautiful, went to a cafe with you but you also found out that the body of Will Byers was fake and they hid a microphone in Hoppers trailer. What was going on in Hawkins? Sitting down to eat your food you couldn’t help but miss him. It was stupid really, you saw him almost the whole day yet you couldn’t wait to see him again tomorrow. And the fact that he told you that he liked spending time with you and would like to see you regularly wasn’t helping to forget about your feelings for him. Maybe Charlotte was right, your last relationship was years ago and what was holding you back? He clearly didn’t disliked you. But did he liked you the way you liked him?

While you ate your pasta Jim was on his way home. He didn’t noticed much about the town he drove trough as his mind wandered back to the morning and how he woke up after being knocked out, how we was at Joyce’s house, with you on his mind the whole time, he felt like shit for standing you up. The moment he saw you he immediately felt better, more at ease. He really hoped you two really wouldn’t stop seeing each other once your car was repaired.

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Prompts (specify which list in ask):

Fluff:

1. “Just hold me close and never let go.”

The One by @with1love1anu (Sirius Black x Reader)

2. “You may be good, but I’m better.” 

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

3. “You know, I’d go through hell for you.” “Really?” “Yeah, or well, really hot weather.”

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

@fridasfantasy (Zuko x Reader)

4. “Well you’re fun.” “And you’re annoying.”

Sirius Black x Reader by @valiantartwritingweasel

Just my Type by @writeseasonally (Fred Weasley x Reader)

5. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk.” “Then what are you?” “…I’m not dead, right?”

@nekoannie-chan (Brock Rumlow x Reader)

Truth under Moonlight by @approved-by-dentists (Sirius Black x Reader)

6. “You’re a lot more interesting in my head.”

Hoax by @seiraswriting (Hermione Granger x Reader)

7. “You just have to trust me.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

8. “Time flies when you’re a prisoner.”

9. “You’re my home.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

10. “Thanks for not killing me.”

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

11. “I’m going to choose to take pride in that.”

Freedom of Innocence by @summer-writes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

12. “You’re my second chance.”

@bad268 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Second Chances by @shaynawrites23 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

13. “Take me by the hand and hold me tight.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

14. “I’m proud of us.”

15. “Will you get off me?”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

16. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I just fell more in love with you.”

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

I Love you by @theonly1outof-a-billion​​ (Mob!Tom Holland x Reader)

17. “You are everything I dreamed of.”

@the-moon-and-the-book​ (Remus Lupin x Reader)

18. “Here, let me help you.”

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

19. “Can I have a kiss? Please?”

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

20. “Your hand is so soft.”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “I’ve been thinking-“ “uh oh.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader)

22. “But you love me anyways.”

@leah-ravenanne (James Potter x Reader)

Secret Admirer by @shaynawrites23 (Sirius Black x Reader)

23. “Want a back rub?”

24. “Can we cuddle?”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

25. “You realize how insane you sound, right?”

Crazy for You by @writeroutoftime (Sirius Black x Reader)

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

26. “Stop making that face. It’s too cute.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

27. You are perfect for me.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

28. “You’re so warm.”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

29. “I love you more every day.”

30. “Where’s my morning kisses?”

31. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x reader)

32. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x Reader)

33. “Stop stealing my food.”

34. “Wow, I almost forgot how beautiful you were.”

@hollands-weasley (Fred Weasley x Reader)

35. “There’s an open seat on my lap.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

36. “Please just look at me.”

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

37. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

38. “Netflix and cuddle?”

39. “I can count to ten.” “You can barely get to 3.”

40. “My best friend is an idiot. Awesome.”

Angst:

1. “Despite everything, I still care about you.”

Blind Love by @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

2. “I should go…”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

3. “Joke’s on me, right?”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

4. “Break my heart, I’ll break your face.”

5. “Fuck you and your promises.”

Promises by @masterofthedarkness (Fred Weasley x Reader)

6. “Remember when I asked for your opinion? No? Me neither.”

7. “I’m not worth dying for.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader) 

8. “There’s still good in you.”

All for You by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

9. “I thought you died.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

10. “Don’t touch me.”

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

11. “I’m fine.” *Passes out*

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

12. “I was hoping you’d save us both.”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

13. “I’m invisible.”

14. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

15. “You’re not you.”

16. “What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? I’m not.”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

17. “Okay, fuck you.”

18. “You wanna play hero? Be my guest.”

Drama by @obsessedwithrandomthings (Remus Lupin x Reader)

19. “You’re an asshole.”

20. “I hope it was worth it.”

21. “Trust me, it could get a whole lot worse.”

22. “The only mistake I made was you.”

@acciomarauders (Regulus Black x Reader)

23. “Prove to me you’re different, then I’ll believe you.”

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

24. “No one blames you.” “I do.”

All for you by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

25. How come you’re still here?”

26. “This is when you stop talking.”

27. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

28. “God, just let me fall apart.”

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

29. “Just let me die.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

Duelled by @teheharrypotter (Sirius Black x Reader)

30. “You got to let go.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

31. “Why can’t you look at me like you look at her?”

Fool’s Gold by @marauderswhisperer (James Potter x Reader)

32. “You don’t get to die today.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

33. “I’m spiraling and I can’t make it stop.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

34. “You’re never too broken to be fixed.”

She’s a Survivor by @eleven-times-lively (Remus Lupin x Reader)

35. “Fun? Is that all I am to you? Fun?”

36. “I would’ve given my life up for you, but now? Now I don’t even know you.”

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x reader)

37. “I haven’t been the same since you left me.”

Charm-ed by @nekoannie-chan (Steve Rogers x Reader)

38. “You were supposed to protect me.”

39. “You gave me the world, but it wasn’t enough.”

40. “Give me another chance to prove I am still in love with you.”

Smut:

(Sorry I couldn’t find or come up with more smut ones lol)

1. “Ruin me.”

2. “Lose the shirt.”

3. “You know we’re in public, right?”

4. “Be good.” “Or what, you’ll punish me?”

5. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”

6. “Spread your legs for me.”

7. “Remember. You’re mine.”

8. “Stop the lip biting, you’re driving me crazy.”

9. “Tonight, you’re in control.”

10. “I’m not wearing anything under this.”

11. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

12. “Aw, is somebody jealous?”

13. “If you wanna fuck, just say the words.”

14. “I forgot how much I missed seeing you beneath me.” 

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x Reader)

15. “Oh, fuck you!” “Your place or mine?”

16. “Was the sex really that good?”

17. “Like what you’re seeing?”

18. “On your knees.”

19. “Handcuffs? Sounds fun.”

20. “Touch yourself for me.”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “Try not to ruin the sheets, I just cleaned them.”

22. “Why is your dick out?”

23. “Boobies!”

24. “I think the condom broke.”

Oh, baby by @grounderxbellamy (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

25. “Cute underwear.”

[moonah-rose]

Consequences

Follow-up to What She Needs, because who doesn’t love make-up fluff.

*

She wakes to the sound of eggs sizzling on a frying pan, the greasy smell of bacon wafting over her. Her stomach rumbles but she’s not ready to get up just yet, snuggled into the sofa beneath the shirt that’s been laid over her.

It’s not a bad position to wake up in but it leaves her a little disoriented.

What time is it? If she’s on the couch then it must be the afternoon but...they wouldn’t be having fried eggs and bacon this late - not that either of them gave a fork about eating routines, it just wasn’t usual. She doesn’t recall practicing walking or swimming earlier, her hair isn’t damp, her calf muscles aren’t cramping...

Ten seconds is all it takes for the time to rearrange itself properly in her head, for the barrage of memories to slot in place like a magical jigsaw and recall why she’s waking up alone, on the sofa, in the morning. And why she shouldn’t be calling the nearby chef over for a good morning kiss. He doesn’t deserve one...not yet. So she stays quiet, pretending to stir and mumble to show she’s awake, but keeping her eyes and mouth shut.

At least he left a nice, warm indent for her to lay in for as long as she wants to stay there and let him wait on her.

She barely remembers the nightmare that forced her to seek out Michael’s comfort, it’s been dissolved by the peaceful sleep and sanctuary she slept through until a minute ago. When her mind attempts to recall it, against her will, all she catches are the worst sensations of fear and loneliness, absence of all hope, her skin crawling as if covered in dung beetles. Again. Eleanor inhales, letting the scents and sounds of the beach house return her to the present.

Michael places her mug on the coffee table. Fork, she’s gonna have to give in and sit up now. She’s prepared to wait until she hears him move back to the kitchen. Then his fingers stroke some of her hair from her face, then brush against her cheek. Forking...

“Y’know I could bite your hand right now.” She murmurs, eyes still closed.

“It’d be worth it.” Michael tells her, softly; “Plus Janet would just grow it back.”

“Ugh, gross.” Eleanor wrinkles her nose; “You’re like a lizard.”

“Oh so it’s fine when you call me a...” She opens her eyes in time to see him bite his tongue as he kneels beside the couch; “Never mind.”

Indeed. She’s glad to see he’s smart enough not to dig his hole even deeper than it already is.

He gives her a humble smile; “How you feeling?”

“Still annoyed with you. I’ll update you when that changes, bud.” Eleanor pushes herself up and yawns.

“I figured that. I meant after...Last night...”

Oh.

“You can just say ‘nightmares’, man, it’s not a forbidden word.” She accepts the coffee when he passes it to her; “And I’m okay...Don’t even remember it. Just is what it is.” And it sucks; “It’s not like you can take them away or anything.”

“I could. I mean...” he takes a breath, “I could always...take the memories away...It’s crossed my mind more than once.”

She takes a sip of her drink, studying the conflict on his face.

“...Could you do it without erasing our time together?”

Michael shakes his head.

She shrugs; “Then it’s not an option, dummy.” Her eyes harden when he dares to look touched by that; “And don’t assume that means I like you again!”

They don’t say another word to each other until she’s nearly finished her breakfast, sat the kitchen island, stomach ravenous after eating nothing but Janet-delivered snacks with her drink instead of dinner the previous night. Michael sits opposite, slowly making his way through his hash browns, eyes cast downwards, almost unnaturally quiet.

He nudges a couple of baked beans with his knife, looking pensive. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Eleanor glances up, still chewing her eggs. Wow, was that really so hard? To be fair, she’s hardly one to talk. It was hardly a word she was used to saying in life, unless it was something along the lines of ‘Oh I’m sorry you can’t handle how hot I am’ or ‘Sorry...not sorry, psyche!’. 

Michael puts down his knife; “I don’t think of you...Of any of you guys as cockroaches, not really. Humans have always astounded me with how...resilient you guys are. You’re like rubber, everything that hits you just bounces off...I’m sure there’s some kinda great intellectual saying with that analogy...” He waves his hands; “Anyway...Truth is, I’m never been good with handling anyone being better than me...It took me two hundred years of being an apprentice until I got my own neighbourhood. Do you know that’s the longest any demon was in training for? Most fly solo after the first fifty years or so! And even before that, no matter how good I thought I was at torturing, there was always another demon wo was better and getting more praise...I was never strong enough to compete so I would take it out on...” His jaw clenches with shame.

Eleanor swallows the last of her food. She keeps watching, not saying a word, letting him get out everything he’s been clearly rehearsing in his head as he cooked.

“Having someone be better at my old job was one thing...But when there’s someone better at being what I truly have always wanted to be...and never will. Someone who also gets to spend more time with the woman I love...Who knows how to be a better...person,” Michael reaches to sip his own coffee; “The truth is...I’m the one who feels like an insect between the two of you. I feel...scared...” he clears his throat; “Scared that I’ll always fall short of the rest of you...I don’t have anything that compares to your strength or Chidi’s wisdom. Fork, I don’t have Tahani’s confidence...even Jason seems to understand some lessons more than me, with those inane stories he tells which always seem to somehow be on point!”

It’s true, every nonsensical ramble about the DJ’s life seemed to neatly tie in to some ethical thought experiment. He had a talent for it. That and firing spit balls around the chalkboard. 

Michael manages a smile, his cheeks turning pink to match his shirt; “You’re not small and gross to me. You’re...magnificent. And gigantic. Like...mammoths.”

Eleanor snorts.

“That the best you can do?”

“Oh c’mon!” Michael scoffs; “Mammoths are awesome! They....Oh, I forgot, you haven’t seen one. Would you like to? I can get Janet to-.”

“No, no....Well, maybe later, I’m sure Jason would love to ride one, but...” She sighs and slides off her stall.

It’s impossible for her to resist those puppy dog eyes anymore. She moves around the island and shifts her butt onto his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. He blinks, stunned, as she moves in close. One of her hands unhooks to run her fingers across his soft, white hair, smiling as her nose touches his. Michael dares to put his hands on her middle, holding her tight and secure.

She presses her lips to his, lightly at first, before cupping his jaw and moving her tongue to massage her demon boyfriend’s, sharing the taste of bacon between them. It’s been over a week since they’ve had a chance to hold each other and kiss, properly, like this. Having to hold off on the good stuff out of keeping to her newfound principles and to teach him a lesson was not easy. 

But totally worth it.

Eleanor hums as she pulls back, holding onto his shoulders; “Apology accepted. And as for that whole, ‘having nothing that compares to us’ schtick...You know that’s bullshirt, right?” 

Michael looks puzzled. What a dingus. Eleanor touches his face, thumb stroking across his cheekbone. 

“You care, dude. That’s your virtue. It’s why I’m so in love with you, even when you drive me crazy. None of us taught you that...It was right there, locked away inside of you, but you brought it out and you cared for me when I needed to....And you kept on doing it, even when you could’ve stopped...You tried to sacrifice yourself to save me and my friends....You keep putting your neck on the line for us...Don’t ever think that’s worthless, okay? We’re all super grateful to have the most caring, if a little immature and arrogant, demon on our team.”

There’s a wetness growing on his blue eyes, making them shine behind his glasses. She should really add ‘sappy’ to that list. Eleanor kisses his cheek as one tear leaks.

“Maybe that’s why you sucked at torturing. You only went so far to prove your worth. Your heart was never really in it?” She wonders.

He shrugs; “Possibly...Mostly because I don’t have a heart.”

She slaps his chest, lightly; “Y’know what I mean. Do I have to make you one like you’re the forking Tin Man just so you get the point?”

“...Yeah, okay.” He seems excited to have another trinket for his collection.

“Well, I ain’t crafting shirt that’s more complex than another paperclip bracelet, so ask Janet for one.” Eleanor smiles, leaning in to hug him tight around the neck. He squeezes her back, no doubt feeling the same relief as she had, to be back in each others arms without a worry for the weekend.

He hesitates before asking the next question.

“Am I allowed back in the bed tonight?” He says, sheepishly.

“Well....I suppose it will save me the walk if I have another bad dream.” She slips off of his lap; “...Only on one condition of course. You apologise to Chidi.”

His face falls, like a little kid who just had his candy snatched away.

“What, today? He’s not even here! How am I gonna...Can’t I just repeat what I said to you to him?”

“No, that’s cheating.” Her voice turns stern, ‘tutor’ mode activated; “You gotta think of a way to say sorry to him in a way he’d appreciate.”

Michael sighs and taps his fingers on the surface.

“I...I suppose I could...write him an essay on Consequentialism, drawling parallels it to this whole situation?” He suggests, looking to her for the go ahead.

“That’s....actually brilliant. He’d love that! Go for it.” Why are the two men she’s closest to in this afterlife the biggest dorks?

And, worse, she’s pretty much one herself now.

Michael grins, perking up from her approval; “Oh, great! I’ll get right on it and...Then what, do you want me to go back and read it to him?”

“No, just say it to Janet and she can repeat it to him back at my house.” Eleanor waves off; “...But you gotta have her disguise herself as Chidi while you’re reading it, so it feels like you’re saying it to him.”

“That’s gonna be disturbing as well as awkward.” He shifts, frowning.

Eleanor kisses his head before whispering; “That’s consequences, baby. Now get to writing. I’mma gonna go ask speedboating with Janet on those waves until you’re done. Then we can have the couples getaway this is supposed to be.”

As he gets up to put the dishes in the sink, she makes sure to give his butt a good slap, just to add in that incentive. She adores the startled, giddy look on his face that it always leaves him with. Damn it’s tough to stay mad at someone so cute.

After changing out of her PJs and into her bathing suit, sunglasses resting on her head, she goes to head out the patio doors.

“Hey, babe...” Michael stops her, having finished washing up. She turns to see his smile; “...Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Chidi’s gotta accept your apology so don’t half-ash it.”

“I wasn’t just saying thanks for that...” He stares at her, adoringly; “....I mean for everything, Eleanor. Thank you.”

She tilts her head to the side. Then a smile.

A quick skip towards him, leaning up on her toes, hands on his shoulders to reach that mouth of his again. Fork, it’s more effort to reach him when he’s upright. She gives him another kiss, a little motivation, something to remind him of what he misses out on when acting like a deck.

“You’re very welcome...Now make your hot girlfriend proud by doing your homework.” She smirks, one hand stroking down his chest; “Then come fork me into the sand, ‘cause I’m horny as Here - and if you don’t, I’m gonna get Janet to make me a clone of Jason Statham to spend this weekend with.”

If that doesn’t force the dumb demon to get his ash into gear then nothing will.

[folkloreguk]

❄️December 17th

A/N: I hope everyone is having a good day!!! It’s already the 17th aaah we’re so close to Christmas! I’ve got more ideas for the advent calendar than I can probably write until the 24th...but I might just write them either way and just post them as individual scenarios later on...Also thank you for anyone who sent me ideas for scenarios!

genre: fuff, comedy?, optional bias (male), H/N= his name

words: 1.5k

“Are you nervous?” your roommate asked, watching you run around the living room in panic.

“Is it very obvious?” you asked, worried he would notice. Why would you be nervous, you may ask? You were about to go on a date with the guy you had been in love with for an entire year.

“Honey, you look like you’re about to burst of stress,” she said, not exactly making you feel better. “It’s gonna be okay, he likes you too.”

“What if he realizes he wants to stay friends with me instead of dating me?” you asked, hectically searching for your purse in the wardrobe.

“He wouldn’t have asked you out if he had wanted to stay your friend!” she exclaimed. 

“He asked me-,” you said, running towards the bathroom, “Because you dared him to go on a date with me…during truth or dare!”

“So what? Didn’t you see his face when I said it? He’s so crushing on you,” she shouted from the living room. Hastily, you brushed your hair for what felt like the tenth time that day. After checking your makeup, you ran back towards the living room.

“Have you seen my-,” you started, but you were never able to finish the sentence. Because that moment you tried to round the corner, you hit your toe on the doorframe. Hard. A painfilled noise came from you, as you jumped around on one leg, waving your hands in the air like it would have made the pain go away.

“Oh my god, what happened?” your roommate came running.

“My toe,” you whined, holding your foot in your hand. “This can’t be happening right now!”

“Come on, sit down for a moment, I’m sure it’ll go away quickly,” your friend assured you, helping you to the sofa. “I’ll get you some ice.”

So you sat down, freaking out because your date was less than ten minutes away, and your toe felt like someone had dropped an elephant on it. A minute later your friend brought you a pack of frozen peas, making you hiss when she held it onto your little toe. But soon you realized, the longer you waited, the worse the pain seemed to become.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh-“ you panicked.

“Is it really that bad?” your roommate asked. “As much as I know you hate it, I think we should go to the hospital if it’s not getting better.”

“I’m supposed to be at this restaurant in ten minutes and I’m already late,” you said.

“Do you really want to go out to eat now, with a possibly broken toe?” your friend looked at you like you were crazy. Maybe she was right. “I’ll drive you to the hospital. You can call him on the way there. You can meet another day.”

Feeling bitter at no one in particular, you nodded slowly, without liking the idea. After putting on only one of your shoes, you let your friend help you get to the car in front of the house. The second you had sat down, you pressed your pack of frozen peas to your toe and fiddled around in your bag. Finally, you had found your phone.

“He won’t be upset, stop worrying so much,” your friend tried to cheer you up.

“It’s not even that…I was just so excited,” you admitted. “He’s not picking up.”

“Maybe he’s turned his phone on silent,” your friend said. “It’ll be fine, just send him a message.”

So you did. Throughout the entire ride to the hospital, you checked your phone over and over. You were so focused on it, you almost forgot about the pain in your toe for a while. But even when you pulled up into the parking lot, he hadn’t replied. Your roommate helped you out of the car and lead you inside.

“Watch where we’re going and stop staring on your phone!” she reminded you. The emergency room was fuller than you had expected. When you checked in and talked to the lady taking your information, she told you to simply take a seat and wait.

For a while you sat with your friend, not talking too much and taking in the atmosphere. Even though you couldn’t see them, there were at least three children crying somewhere, almost every seat around you was taken, and Christmas music was playing lowly. And he still hadn’t replied. You thought you were going mad.

“I need the restroom, just wait here, okay?” your friend said.

“Like I could go anywhere in this state,” you joked. While she walked away, you pulled out your phone again. The more you stared at the screen without any notifications, the more worried you became. What if he was sitting in the restaurant, thinking you stood him up? Once again, you dialed his number, trying to reach him.

“Y/N?” you suddenly heard a familiar voice. Clearly, it was him – but the tone had not come from your phone. You looked up, and saw him coming towards you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said. “I’ve been trying to reach you because I thought you’d be in the restaurant…alone.”

He sat down in the empty seat your friend had used before.

“I was on the way there, and slipped on ice,” he said, holding up his hand. “I tried to block the fall with my arm, and I guess now my hand might be broken.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t beat your story. I literally just hit my toe on the doorframe.”

He only now seemed to notice your foot which was propped up on a bag on peas. When you bent down to pick it up, he started to laugh. Slowly realizing the irony and coincidence of the situation, you couldn’t help but join him.

“Do you need some ice?” you offered him the peas. “Though, they’re not exactly frozen anymore.”

“At least you’ve got a snack, if you need one,” he joked. “I haven’t eaten in forever because I knew the restaurant would serve big portions.”

You genuinely debated whether you should have opened the pack of peas.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized again.

“What for?” he asked. “If only one of us had hurt themselves, we would have not seen each other tonight at all. And that would have sucked. So thank god we’re both clumsy.”

“Should I be honest? I was running around at home because I was so excited to see you…that’s why I hit my toe,” you said. He grinned as if you had complimented him. “Does your hand hurt badly?”

“How flattering. You’re definitely the first person who broke their toe for me. That shows commitment. I like it,” he said, making you laugh. “And no, actually since I saw you I’ve kind of forgotten about the pain.”

Now you weren’t only laughing, you were also shy at his words. But you found truth in them. You, too, didn’t seem to notice the agony you had been in earlier. Even though you had been friends for a year, he had never really flirted with you, making you even more flustered that he did now. And you noticed, talking to him was easy. Usually, you talked with a group of friends, and barely ever alone. Now you finally did, and even though you were nervous, he made it clear he was happy to see you too, making you feel more comfortable.

Only a few times you thought of your roommate, who had been gone for around half an hour. When you checked your phone, there was a message from her, reading “I’ll be back in a bit.”

You had no idea what she was doing, but you were too busy admiring H/N’s lovely smile and laughing at his lame jokes to even wonder. Only when you hear her voice suddenly, you turned in her direction.

“One extra large pizza for two,” she sang, holding a box as if she was a waiter at a restaurant. She placed it on your lap, and you gave her a puzzling look.

“What?” she asked. “I saw H/N and couldn’t stop laughing so an old lady asked me if I was okay…anyway that’s besides the point. I thought I’d leave you guys alone and instead get you something to eat. That’s what you had planned to do tonight, after all. And now I’ll go somewhere else again, and you’ll call me when you need me, okay?”

She was looking at you with the same smug smile she had given you when she had dared him to go on a date with you.

“Thank you,” H/N said, smiling at her and then grinning at you.

“My pleasure,” she replied. Then, she spun around, and walked off. You couldn’t help but laugh, and so did he.

“You’ve got yourself one hell of a matchmaker as a roommate,” he said. And that was the story of how you ended up having an unforgettable first date in the emergency room of the hospital. And even though you both had a broken bone, the date was a successful one, you may add.

[colbybrocksmolder]

Can You Keep Up? - Colby Brock x Reader (curvy)

“Sam!” Colby whisper yelled. “I swear to god there is someone upstairs.”

Looking at the camera, Sam silently pondered their best move. “Well, lets hide for a few and we’ll see if we hear anything else. We’ll be back in a few minutes guys.” He then shut the camera off.

“Over here”. Colby led Sam to a dark corner of the abandoned building. “I don’t hear anything, but I swear I’ve seen a flashlight like 3 times.” Colby explained to Sam.

“Maybe it’s just another kid like us. We run into other explorers all the time.” Sam replied.

The duo waited it out. After not seeing or hearing anyone for about 10 minutes, they turned the camera back on.

“We’re going to try to get to the roof to place our sticker. We’re just going to try to be extra quiet just in case we run into someone.” Colby said, passing the camera back to Sam.

They made it to the top floor, circling the different rooms trying to find a way to the roof.

“See that.” Colby pointed towards a collapsed staircase. “Guys I don’t think we’re going to make it to the roof.”

“Is there no other way up?” Sam asked, shining his flashlight around.

“I mean, it looks like we can climb those bricks, but then we’d have to jump all the way to that platform.” Colby replied, his tongue sticking out of his mouth and a look of concentration on his face.

“You’re the ninja.” Sam laughed.

“Fuck it. I’ll try.” Colby said, taking off his backpack and making sure his shoes were tied tight. “If I make it you can chuck me our stuff and try to climb up.”

On his first attempt, Colby mis-stepped and skinned his shin, landing back on the concrete ground. “Oh fuck me, that hurt.” He yelled, his leg stinging too much for him to stay quiet.

“Hello?” the boys heard a girl call out. “I’m carrying protection. You don’t want to mess with me.”

“I fucking told you there was someone else here!” Colby whisper yelled. He looked down and realized his hand and shin were covered in blood.

“Hello?” Sam called out. “We aren’t here to hurt anyone. We’re just filming a YouTube video.”

“Deadass?” The girl chuckled.

“I swear on my life.” Colby called back out, laughing at her odd response. “You don’t happen to have a band-aid or something do you?”

Hearing Colby mention a band-aid, Sam looked down finally seeing Colby’s injury. “Oh shit, are you okay dude?”

The girl looked down, the two guys unaware they were being watched. *They look harmless* she thought. *Cute even.* She jumped down from the platform Colby had been trying to get to, scaring the shit out of both of them.

“Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Colby half shouted, leaning back against the wall and placing his hand over his heart. Hearing her laugh, he looked her up and down. She was a curvy girl, that’s for sure. Cute style. *How the fuck did she make it up there?* Colby thought, his pride slightly wounded. She had on black skinny jeans and a baggy black tank top with holes in it. Underneath you could see what looked like a black sports bra. A few tattoos sprawled across her skin.

“By the looks of the bloody hand print you just left on your shirt, I don’t think a band-aid would help you much.” The girl said, concern on her face. Colby realized he had been staring at her and blushed. “What happened?” She asked, kneeling down by Colby and opening her bag.

“He was trying to jump to the platform you just effortlessly jumped off of.” Sam snarked, still filming. Showing the platform with the flashlight.

“Hey!” Colby laughed. “It was my first try. I would have made it up there.”

“I’m sure you would have, stud.” She laughed. “Can I take a look?”

“Pet names already, baby? You can look at anything you want.” Colby tried to say in a sexy voice, but he hissed when she tried pulling his jeans to the side to see the wound.

“Is this what he does when he’s in pain or is he like this all the time?” she looked at the camera laughing and then at Sam.

“It’s probably a mix of both, honestly.” Sam laughed. “I’m Sam.” He introduced himself.

“My name is y/n.” she replied. “What’s yours?” She asked, looking at the injured boy. *Cute. Definitely cute.* she thought.

“Colby.” He replied. “Y/n, I’d shake your hand, but as you can see.” He waved his bloody hand in the air.

“Well Colby, how do you feel about me cutting the hole in your jeans bigger?” She asked. “You already ripped through a little when you fell.”

“No way! These are the jeans I wore to our first bando!” Colby replied.

“Then your options are to continue bleeding until you possibly pass out or take them off.” She laughed, opening the first aid kit she always kept in her bag.

“Trying to get me naked?” Colby smirked.

“Nah, I tend to go for dudes who can keep up with me.” y/n stared into his blue eyes with a smirk on her face.

Sam laughed, turning the camera on himself. “I’d normally say that Colby has the upper hand in any flirting situation, but I think he’s met his match.”

“Brother! Why are you filming me losing my dignity!” Colby laughed, trying to shimmy out of his jeans. “I could keep up with you. Patch me up and I’ll prove it.” He cockily said, finally getting his jeans over the gash in his leg. Adrenaline was coursing through him, so even though he was in pain, he felt like he had a lot of energy.

“Okay, pumpkin. I’ll even give you a head start.” Y/n joked. “This is going to sting a little bit.” She said, spraying some rubbing alcohol on the wound so she could wipe it clean.

“Fuck, shit, damnit, balls, fuuuuuuck.” Colby said, swearing as quietly as he could.

“I’m sorry.” She replied, giving him a sympathetic look. “Good news, you didn’t go down to the bone. Bad news, you’re going to need stitches.” She reached into the first aid kit, grabbing some butterfly bandages.

“How did you even cut yourself that bad?” Sam asked, dragging the flashlight along the wall looking for where Colby busted his shin. “Oh shit!” he said, walking towards a piece of metal sticking out of the wall. “Your blood is all over this.”

“Jeez, babe.” Y/n said, looking up at the metal bracket hanging out of the wall. “No wonder it went right through your jeans.”

“I..I didn’t even see it.” Colby replied. His mouth had gone dry the second Y/n used another pet name so he kind of stuttered before regaining his composure. “Fuck, that hurts.” Colby shot his hand out, gripping her shoulder.

“I know it sucks, but if it starts to heal open you’ll have a big nasty scar and they may not give you the stitches you need. It’ll take twice as long to heal.” She reassured him. “Why don’t you talk. It’ll distract you.” y/n suggested.

“What should I talk about?” Colby grimaced as she pinched the wound together to add another butterfly bandage.

“Tell me about yourself.” y/n replied.

Sam put the camera on the ledge to continue recording the scene in front of him and sat down next to Colby’s leg to shine his flashlight on the wound so y/n could see better.

“I don’t know what to say.” Colby replied. He realized he had been squeezing her shoulder and quickly retracted his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You didn’t hurt me or anything.” Y/n said in a soothing voice. “Tell me about why you make YouTube videos.” She continued.

“Sam and I were really bored with ‘normal’ life bullshit.” Colby said, using air quotes. “We knew there was something more out there for us.” He hissed, feeling y/n pinch another section of the wound. “And we wanted to help people.” He continued. “I mean, I know you probably don’t believe it, but the sexy specimen before you used to be a lost, insecure, nobody.” He laughed.

Sam chuckled watching Colby ramble.

“Colby, nobody is a nobody.” y/n said, looking up at him. “And it doesn’t matter how sexy you are, everyone is insecure.” Letting her gaze linger a few seconds longer than she intended, she looked back down and continued patching up his leg. *Way to make things serious for no reason y/n! He’s going to think you’re a freak* she internally kicked herself.

“You’re right.” Colby’s voice caught in his throat. “I felt like a nobody. Sam and I found each other and suddenly, I wasn’t so lost anymore. Together we kind of made this goal…this plan to be something bigger than what we were. Once we realized that a lot of our fears and hang-ups were just in our heads, we wanted to help other people get out of that place.” He hissed in pain when she got to a slightly worse part of the gash.

“Two more butterfly bandages and I’ll wrap up your leg. You’re almost there.” y/n reassured him, smiling up at him. “It’s cool that you guys wanted to help people. Kids need someone to look up to that they can relate to.”

“It’s crazy. We’re friends now with some of the people we looked up to.” Colby laughed. “We were 100% balls deep committed to our plan, but we never thought we’d make it as far as we have.”

“So, I take it you guys are pretty big on YouTube?” She asked, finishing up the bandaging by wrapping his leg in an ace bandage to keep the smaller bandages in place.

“We do alright.” Colby smirked at her.

“I meant to ask earlier, but are you okay if we post this on our channel?” Sam asked, walking back to the camera.

“Sure thing.” She replied, “You can put your pants back on now, Colby.”

He laughed. “I kind of forgot I wasn’t wearing any.” She helped him stand so he could carefully slip them over the bandages. “It already feels better.” He said, kind of swaying on his feet. “Fuck, I feel dizzy.”

“You lost quite a bit of blood there, cutie. Let’s not have you fall and hurt yourself again.” She said, putting her backpack on and throwing his arm over her shoulder. “Did you guys drive here?”

“No, we ordered an uber.” Sam said, slinging on his own backpack and grabbing his phone to order another car.

“Well this one needs to go to the emergency room, so why don’t I drive you guys there?” she offered. Colby was leaning quite a bit of his weight on her now that the adrenaline had left his system.

“If you don’t mind, that would literally be perfect.” Sam replied, turning his flashlight towards the direction they needed to walk to get out. “Are you sure you’ve got him?” he asked.

“I’ve got him. Don’t worry.” Y/n looked over at Colby and realized he was staring directly back at her.

“She’s got me, alright.” Colby half slurred, smiling.

The three of them slowly and safely made their way back down to the bottom level. They walked the long way around the field so that Colby didn’t chance tripping over holes in the dirt and grass.

“Let’s get you laid down in the back, Colby.” Y/n said, hitting the unlock button on her car’s key fob.

“Don’t make me sit alone.” Colby said, getting into the back-seat ass first so he didn’t hit his leg.

“Oh, come on, now. You were so cocky upstairs.” Y/n laughed. “Surely you can sit by yourself for 30 minutes while we get you to the hospital. You need the room to keep your leg elevated.”

“I wasn’t being cocky, I was being brave.” Colby said, sticking his bottom lip out and crossing his arms.

“Well keep it up, brave boy. I promise I’ll sit with you in the waiting room.” She said, pushing his hair out of the way and leaning down to kiss his forehead. *Y/n don’t fall for this boy.* she thought to herself.

Once they got to the emergency room, Y/n walked Colby in while Sam parked the car. When Sam walked into the waiting room, he took the clipboard from Y/n and started filling out Colby’s information for him.

“I don’t feel good.” Colby said, leaning his head on Y/n shoulder.

“Sam said you haven’t eaten anything today and you just had a massive adrenaline rush. You’re probably going to feel crappy for a bit.” She replied, putting her arm around him to give him some comfort. “They’ll take you back soon, though. There aren’t many people in here.”

Less than 15 minutes later, Colby’s name was called, and he was taken back to his own private room. “Can my friends come in here when I’m getting stitches?” Colby asked, panicking a bit.

The nurse answered, “You can have one person in here while the doctor is patching you up. After that you can have up to 3. Would you like me to go get someone from the waiting room?”

Colby immediately answered, “Her name is Y/n.”

When the nurse walked out into the waiting room, she called out for y/n. When she explained that Colby could only have one visitor for the next hour or so and that he’d be in the hospital for a minimum of 24 hours, Sam asked to borrow the car. “We were planning on posting this video tomorrow and my laptop is at the apartment. Do you mind if I run and grab it?”

“Not at all! Make sure to grab Some clothes for both of you. And a coffee for me if you don’t mind.” y/n replied, handing him some cash.

“Dude, I’ll buy you all the coffee you want, but keep your money. You’ve helped us so much.” Sam pushed her hand holding the money back towards her. “I’ll grab some food too.”

When Y/n followed the nurse into Colby’s room, his face lit up. “You stayed” he said, reaching out for her hand.

“Of course I stayed. How are you doing, brave boy?” she chuckled, looking at the iv in his other hand.

“Not so brave at the moment. I fucking hate hospitals.” Colby said, visibly uncomfortable. “Was Sam mad I wanted you to come back for the stitches?”

“Not at all” she laughed. “He was relieved. He took my car to go grab some stuff from your apartment.”

“Oh, thank God.” He said, releasing her hand to text Sam something. *I want him to get her one of my hoodies* he thought. Adding phone chargers to the list of shit he text Sam to grab. “They said I have to stay a full 24 hours so they can give me antibiotics and a tetanus shot” Colby said, reaching for y/n hand again.

She pulled a chair up to the hospital bed and grabbed Colby’s hand. “That’s good, though. They’ll be able to make sure you don’t get sick.”

It felt like forever before the doctor walked in and introduced himself. “I hear you have a pretty bad gash.” He said, gently unwrapping the ace bandage from Colby’s leg.

Colby winced, so Y/n answered. “Yeah, we were all on a hike and he fell. Caught his leg on a piece of metal.” Colby squeezed her hand in thanks.

“Oh, boy. You really cut yourself good, there.” The doctor said, leaning down to examine the wound. “Who bandaged this?” he asked, probing the little strip bandages.

“I did.” y/n replied. “I didn’t want it to stay dirty or start to heal open before we could get here.”

“Did you sterilize it?” he asked, looking impressed at her handiwork.

“I flooded the whole wound with rubbing alcohol and used sterile gauze to clean it out.”

“It stung like a bitch.” Colby laughed.

She started to get nervous. “Did I do it wrong?”

“On the contrary. I don’t think I’m going to remove the butterfly bandages or give him stitches. At this point it would reopen the wound and I think it’s better off healing how it is.” He removed his glasses and stood straight up. “We’ll keep an eye on it while he’s here, but Mr. Brock, I think you’re in good hands with this one.”

Colby squeezed her hand and looked over at her. “I think so too.”

The doctor replaced the outer bandages and Informed Colby his other friend could join him whenever. Colby text Sam what room he was in and soon enough, Sam walked in with a much larger backpack on, food in one hand, and a drink carrier in the other.

“How did the stitches go?” Sam asked, handing out the food and pulling out the laptop and phone chargers.

“I didn’t actually end up needing any. Y/n did such a good job, he didn’t want to redo it.” Colby answered, biting into the burger Sam had handed him. “God, this tastes so good. I was starving, brother.”

“You were also suffering from blood loss, so that burger should make you feel a lot better.” Y/n laughed, throwing a few fries in her mouth.

“I feel better already just knowing I don’t have to get stitches.” He replied, inhaling more of his burger.

It was quiet in the room for about a half hour as everyone ate and let the stress of the night slowly pass over them.

“We never filmed an outro!” Sam said, pulling out his headphones and grabbing his camera. “Lets stand on either side of Colby’s bed and do it.” Sam started setting the camera up on the tripod.

“I don’t need to be in it, I can film it for you.” Y/n said, standing up from her chair by Colby.

Colby grabbed her hand before she could walk away. “You’re definitely going to be in it.” He said, smiling up at her.

“Fine, but only because you’ve been a brave boy.” She laughed, messing up Colby’s hair. She stood on one side of the bed while Sam took his place on the other.

“I SURVIVED!” Colby half yelled, clearing his throat and fixing his messed up hair. I’m not quite sure when Sam stopped filming, so I don’t know where you saw us last, but tonight has definitely been an adventure.”

“You’ve got that right. Colby not only lost his dignity, but we made a new friend!” Sam said, gesturing to Y/n.

“And I’ve apparently found two amateurs who need some lessons in climbing” Y/n laughed.

“Hey! I’m hurt! You’re both supposed to be nice to me!” Colby fake pouted.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. These two are awesome. I can’t wait to find their channel and subscribe WHICH IS WHAT YOU GUYS SHOULD DO!” Y/n said, pointing at the camera.

“She’s a natural” Sam laughed. “How about this. If this video gets 100K likes, Y/n will go back to that bando with us and teach Colby how to get on the roof.” Sam said, looking hopefully at Y/n.

“Oh, teach COLBY, huh?” Colby snarked at Sam. “You don’t know how to, either! She’ll teach BOTH of us how to get on the roof.”

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy.” Y/n said, laughing at Colby. “And of course, I’d love to go back.”

They ended the outro after explaining again that Colby was fine and that he’d be able to go home tomorrow night.

After they talked for a bit more, Sam had his headphones in editing and Colby saw y/n gathering her things. “Are you leaving me?” he asked, a sad look on his face.

“I assumed you’d want to get some rest.” She answered, walking to the side of his hospital bed and grabbing his hand. “Sam has my number so we can definitely get you guys that second video.”

“But what if I don’t want you to go?” he stuck his bottom lip out and stared up at her with his big blue eyes.

“You need rest, Colby.” y/n said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “So do I, actually. I practically carried your ass down 5 flights of stairs.” She laughed.

Laughing, Colby scooted away from the side of the bed Y/n was standing by. “I see a perfectly good bed right here.”

“If you think my thicc ass self is going to fit in that little sliver of bed, you may have hit your head when you hurt your leg.” y/n said covering her mouth because she laughed so loud.

“yyyyy/nnnnn” Colby dragged out your name whining but also laughing. “I’m hurt. I need cuddles. I even had Sam bring you my favorite hoodie so you’d be comfy.” He finished scooting over so you’d have a little more room.

“Oh, fine. You big baby.” Y/n gave in. Plugging her phone in to charge, she grabbed the hoodie and slipped it on. She slipped off her vans and gently crawled into the hospital bed with Colby. “If we get in trouble for this, you’re taking the blame.”

“Fine with me.” Colby said, pulling y/n towards him so that she half laid across his chest. “Put your leg over here.” He said, waiting for her to throw her leg over his uninjured one.

“I don’t want to hurt your other leg.” She said, hesitating.

“You won’t. Just cuddle with me, damnit.” He chuckled, pulling y/n tighter to him.

After a few minutes of giggles and getting comfortable, Colby broke the silence.

“I never said thank you.” He said, thinking back to the events that had taken place. “Tonight could have gone so wrong for so many reasons.” He shuttered imagining that someone dangerous could have found them while he was injured, or he could have passed out leaving Sam to panic alone.

Y/n felt Colby shake and looked up at him. “Don’t worry about it. Things happen for a reason. You’re safe and I’ve got 2 great new friends.” Y/n studied the look on Colby’s face. He looked sad almost.

“No, I need to properly thank you.” He looked down at her, running his hand over her hair. “You don’t know how often Sam and I run in to people that just don’t care. You corrected me earlier tonight. You said that nobody is a nobody and that everyone has insecurities.” Colby paused, sighing. He stared at the ceiling. “I may have felt like a lost, insecure nobody when I was a kid, but honestly LA and fame and followers…It makes me way more insecure than I ever felt as a kid. Sam and I have very few real friends out here. We’re constantly making “friends” that just want something from us. And tonight, you risked your own safety to help us. You didn’t know if we would hurt you. You didn’t know we were famous. You helped us without expecting anything in return. I will never be able to thank you enough.”

Looking up at Colby, y/n saw that he was still staring up at the ceiling. She felt sad for him. “Colby.” Y/n said, reaching up to pull his gaze down to hers. “You know you deserve good things, right? You may live in a fake ass city, but I’m willing to bet that the people who meet you…even the ones that want to use you for fame, are better people because they met you. I’m very grateful I chose tonight to go to that abandoned building.”

“The doctor gave me pain meds, so if you’re mad at me for this you can blame the meds.” Colby said before leaning down and pressing his lips to y/n’s. “I’m very grateful you chose tonight to go to that bando, too.” Colby stared down at her for a few seconds before leaning back and pulling her tighter to his side. “Let’s get some rest, babe.”

Y/n could feel her lips tingle as she buried her face in Colby’s chest. She wanted to say something back, but she felt like she would ruin the moment.

Soon the both of them drifted off, exhausted from the crazy night they shared. Sam had stayed up sitting at the counter editing, consuming copious amounts of caffeine and trying to finish the video on time. It was almost 3AM when Colby had been taken to his room at the hospital and it was now almost 8am. When he decided he needed to stretch his legs, he took his headphones out and turned towards the other two. He hadn’t even realized Y/n had crawled into bed with Colby. As he gazed over their intertwined bodies, he couldn’t help but smile. Colby had text him a few times about y/n as the night had played out and Sam could tell that he really liked her. Sam grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures of them. He took a short walk through the hospital hallways to stretch his legs and went back to finish the video.

A short while later, a nurse came in to check on Colby.

“Aren’t they cute” She said, looking to Sam.

“They aren’t going to get in trouble, are they?” he asked, ready to wake them up.

“No, no, sugar. Don’t worry. The doctor won’t be back in here to check on him until around noon because you guys came in so late. I’m just going to write down his numbers and replace his IV bag and I’ll be out of here.”

Sam had finished editing the video and was using his wifi hotspot to upload it to YouTube. Y/n had given Sam her Instagram handle when he asked her what link she wanted in the video description. Waiting for the video to finish uploading, Sam went to follow her on Insta.

“Holy shit” he said, scrolling through her pictures. He realized he was already following her and that she had almost 3 million followers. Y/n’s Instagram didn’t have a single photo of herself. In fact, no one knew what she actually looked like or that it was a her. It was filled with beautiful graffiti art that she painted over bad or harmful graffiti. She would post before and after photos. She covered up racial or homophobic slurs, bad words, hateful phrases…And what she left were beautiful murals that rebelled against those slurs.

The post she had made right before meeting Sam and Colby was 2 photos from the building they had just been in. A before picture of graffiti someone had left saying “I’m worthless.” And an after picture of a mural she had painted. It was big and bright. It was of 2 people embracing each other with the words “You are worth the world” written above and below them, framing the art.

Sam liked the photo and scrolled back to the newest photo she had posted. It was a screenshot of something she had written in the notes app on her phone. It said, “I met 2 amazing people tonight.” The description under the photo read “You’re finally going to find out who I am. Make sure to Subscribe to Sam and Colby to catch the big reveal.”  

Sam laughed and pulled up a new post. He picked one of the photos he had taken of Y/n and Colby cuddled together in the hospital bed and wrote out his caption. “Sometimes when you least expect it, the best people walk into your life. New video up in 10! Make sure you don’t miss it! (ps, Colby is alive and safe. Please don’t freak out because of the hospital room. Watch the new video for the full story!)

Sam changed the video from unlisted to public and hit save. He tweeted out a few things from his twitter and the duo twitter. He uploaded the thumbnail to his Instagram story, and laid across the chairs that were in the room. He turned his phone on silent and fell asleep.

Colby woke up a bit later to the Doctor messing with his bandage. “Sorry to wake you.” The doctor quietly said.

Colby rubbed his eyes, squinting from the bright lights. “It’s okay. Do I have to wake her up or can I let her sleep?” he asked, looking down at Y/n. She was still tucked into his side, her hair flung wildly across her face and his chest.  

“You don’t have to wake her.” The doctor chuckled. “It sounds like you guys had a long night. The nurse said your friend there didn’t go to sleep until a little over an hour ago” He added, pointing at Sam.

“He must have been up editing.” Colby answered.

“Are you in much pain?” The doc asked, wrapping Colby’s leg back up.

“My leg is throbbing.” He answered honestly.

“I figured your pain meds had worn off.” The doctor said, getting ready to leave. “I’ll send the nurse in with some more and then you should get some more rest.”

“Thank you.” Colby answered, grabbing his phone and waiting for the nurse.

He opened Instagram and scrolled through his feed. He stopped at Sam’s post. He liked the photo and then read the caption. He noticed that Sam had tagged Y/n so he clicked on her profile. He was met with the same shock Sam was. “I already followed you and I had no idea.” He said, looking down at the sleeping figure beside him in awe. Hers was one of his favorite Instagram accounts. She brought so much beauty into the world.

He clicked on the story feature on his own profile. Holding his phone out far enough to get both y/n and himself in the frame, he started talking. “Hey guys, I’m sure that by now a lot of you have already watched the video. I haven’t had a chance to watch the footage because I’ve been in the hospital sleeping” he laughed, his eyes dropping down to Y/n. “I’m alive and fine, but last night was crazy. So, make sure you swipe up and watch it. I hope this beautiful girl is going to be in many more videos with us, so make sure you follow her, as well. I think many of you will be surprised to find you already follow her. I sure was.” He ended the story, added a filter, added the link, and sent it to his profile.

The nurse walked in and handed Colby some pain meds to swallow with a cup of water.

He thanked her and laid back in his bed. While he waited for them to kick in, he thought about how crazy the last 12 hours have been.

He grabbed his phone one more time, opening up the twitter app. He decided to take what Sam had written and tweet it out. With a spin.

“LA may be a fake ass city, but sometimes when you least expect it, the best people walk into your life.”

He closed his phone, brushed the hair out of Y/n’s face, pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, and fell asleep.

[welcome-to-the-petting-zoo]

Hey Petting Zoo, I was wondering if any of you guys could offer some advice or support with something. I've developed a panic disorder which has led to a really big issue with derealization. I know, logically, that the world around me is real (all the evidence is there!), but for some reason my brain can't seem to grasp it. I'm coping okay thus far but it's still stressful and upsetting and scary. Have any of you guys ever had to deal with something like this and do you have any suggestions? 💜

Hey Vix,

First of all, I am so so sorry you have to go through all that. I can absolutely relate though because my dissociative symptoms also mostly fall in the derealization category. It really is a horrible feeling, but there are things you can try that might help, and as shit as it sounds, it's also something you kinda get used to after a while, but let's hope it won't have to come to that.

Okay, so I guess I'm going to start by describing my own experience a bit so you can compare and maybe find some similarities you can relate to.

Basically, I usually describe the thing as having a major disconnect between my visual input and visual processing. Meaning my eyes are perfectly fine, and I know I'm seeing things, but my brain doesn't parse the incoming data as "reality", which kinda makes me feel like I'm somehow not seeing right, which, in extreme cases goes all the way to temporary functional blindness, where I mainly operate on memory and if I'm in an unknown environment I'm just completely fucked. But usually it's "just" the feeling of things being super distant, kinda unreal or as if I'm somehow out of sync with the rest of the world. Also as I listen to podcasts pretty much non-stop, sometimes it also feels like I'm way closer to the world of the podcast than the one my body is in. It's hard to focus on looking at things or read/write, my thoughts feel sluggish and I'm kind of in a daze, like being half asleep or really high, and just kinda floating through reality without being able to touch it.

Okay, so I assume you experience something similar to this, so I'm going to try and collect some general tips and tricks that help me and maybe you'll find something that can help you too.

1, Grounding techniques: One of the things that does wonders is grounding. Even though sometimes it's really tempting to just give in to the call of the fog (I forgot to mention, dissociation doesn't feel bad at all for me, it's actually very pleasant, albeit if I have to focus and do stuff and I can't just entertain it, it can get very frustrating), if being dissociated distresses you or you just don't have time for that shit, finding ways to pull yourself back into reality is a really handy tool. Here's some of the things I do:

Close your eyes and take away all visual input for a while. This forces your other senses to engage more actively, and if the dissociation isn't too bad, sometimes this in and of itself is enough to snap me out of it.

Touch things. I usually keep my eyes closed at first and just touch/squeeze the objects around me, because that still feels real, and after I made sure I'm familiar with the texture of the thing, I open my eye and I try to connect the two inputs and bring my brain back into sync. This second part takes a bit of practice, but once you get the hang of it, it can be really useful.

Sleep. Yeah, if you have the option, a good old nap is the most reliable way to "reset" your brain.

Just let it happen instead of fighting it. Sometimes, especially if the dissociation is bad and/or you are at a safe space and you don't have to engage with complex tasks for a while, it's easier to just roll with it than trying to fight it, because sometimes the energy you'd spend on trying to snap out of it, especially if you're not ready to snap out of it yet, can actually make you more exhausted and make the episode be more intense or last longer.

2, Try to figure out why it's happening. Dissociation is a defensive measure the brain uses when it is faced with something traumatic or that it deems too damaging for you to handle "sober". This can involve things that aren't directly traumatic but that your brain has a hard time dealing with, like monotonous, repetitive tasks or driving, where you have to low-key focus for a long time without much happening. Our brains are way better at paying intense attention for shorter bursts, and having to do it for extended periods can be very difficult.

In your case it probably has to do with your panic disorder, which of course has its own causes, which may or may not be part of why you're dissociating. I mean, I don't know enough of your situation to say anything further, but chances are that your brain is trying to protect you from A, whatever causes you to panic and/or B, the feeling of panic itself.

If you can somehow eliminate the situation/circumstance/source that makes you panic, that of course will also help with the dissociation.

3, Look out for patterns. This might be obvious, but if you can find any kind of pattern in what makes you dissociate, that can also help you find ways to avoid these situations, or at least be better prepared for them if they are unavoidable.

4, SLEEP! Seriously, this is so fucking crucial, I'm going to leave it all bold. Sleep is the single biggest game changer you can do for yourself. If you have access to plentiful and qualitative sleep, that can help so fucking much with all this, it really makes a world of difference.

5, NEVER randomly stare at your own hands. Seriously. Just don't. In fact, that goes for every mentally ill person, I mean, it's not a stoner trope by accident... It's just some seriously crazy making shit that'll just make you spiral. Nobody needs that shit.

Okay, this is all I can think of on the spot, I'll write more if I suddenly remember something. Also, other dissociated parties, feel free to add your own advice!

Love,

TP

[luna-flow]

🌑🌙✨Pick-A-Card Reading: Knowing more about my Shadow Self 🌑🌙✨

Hello friends! Life is still crazy hectic for me but I had a great meditation session and I became motivated to do this pick-a-card reading! I actually tried to do it 2 months ago but it felt lacking so I deleted it after it sat in my drafts for a week. Finally I felt it’s time to re-do it!

Here are the 4 piles with following assigned crystals: celestite, blue lace agate, moonstone and peach selenite. Pick the one you feel most drawn to and find out more about your shadow self!

(Sorry I’m typing this manually through mobile so please scroll down and no “continue reading” option)

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✨Cards reveal! ✨

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Pile 1: Celestite

Your shadow self is prominent at times of crisis and challenges. You are like brewing a cauldron of negative thoughts, allowing and almost purposely making yourself feel worse and overwhelmed. You start blaming the world, everything else, questioning why is life so unfair to you and it’s just a bad spiral of unhealthy, unproductive and self-putting thoughts. Almost as if you’re being pulled at both sides, knowing you can’t just blame everything else but you can’t help it to do so. It gets worse when you resign yourself to it, thinking your life is meant to be this bad when in actual fact, you’re just trapped in your own clouded mind and succumbing to your shadow self, letting it take over you. Really intense and highly fluctuating emotions.

How to work with it: as obvious as the card has shown, don’t bottle up your negativity. Don’t get addicted and comfortable in it, release it as many as you can consistently. RECOGNIZE AND APPLAUD every single tiny progress and effort you’ve made. It can be through doing something you enjoy or share your emotions with someone else. In anyway, you should never neglect it and add fuel to the fire. Tell yourself, life gets bad and while it can be due to other external factors which you have no control of, at the very least don’t make it worse yourself. A change in mindset is very crucial here.

Pile 2: Blue lace agate

Deep down you know how intelligent and competitive you are, and that is a double-edged sword for you. This can hurt a lil so buckle down for a sec. You’re someone ambitious, and you’re very determined to get what you want, which brings certain issues to the surface. Pride, jealousy, very mindful in controlling your life. Your life is dramatic and you can’t help it. You strive to be on top, if not, the best version of yourself so much that you forgot about sometimes it’s not about the results. This is worse when you have a particular field that you excel in and you place your self-worth in how well you do in that field. You get very competitive deep down. When your shadow self is in full bloom, you may even resort to unethical thoughts and actions. You keep comparing yourself to others and to be honest, you make yourself feel superior as a defensive mechanism. In all honesty, you don’t have to do those to “boost” or “protect” your self-esteem.

How to work with it: Reduce your controlling tendencies, which includes wanting to control outcomes and results. As your life has a lot of changes and changes, allow yourself to be open to them and just naturally see how things unfold. You don’t have to make sure everything goes in a certain way so that you feel a certain way too. Enjoy some parts of the unknown and excitement. Check in with yourself, is your pride getting in the way too much? Be open to the idea of people sharing the same hobbies and specialisation with you, level up TOGETHER.

Pile 3: Moonstone

You need to CALM DOWN and SIT DOWN when your shadow self gets prominent. (Your guide may often says: sit your ass down honey) You become naive, too much of a dreamer that you lose your sense of judgment. You are the type that is a really bad match with skillful manipulators. When there is an idea at hand, you jumped straight away due to excitement and get swept away by your emotions which often results to getting a slap of reality due to lack of practical foresight and careful planning. Also, you’re really bad with setbacks which often drives you thinking of a failure outcome which it’s just a bump along the road. Lots of anxious and lack of emotional stability here. 0-100 real quick, vice-versa.

How to work with it: lots of grounding. Better still, find a friend or any close associate who is logical, practical to calm you down and pull you back into the reality when you’re too swept away in your own thoughts. Don’t allow yourself to be too rash when comes to decision-making. Always double and triple check everything, plan out everything before diving into something. Don’t just assume it’s gonna be great or it’s gonna end badly. Take a deep breath and analyze things step by step. Collect your emotions, do your research, meditate and just see how it goes.

Pile 4: Peach selenite

Lots of rigidity here. Tend to stuck in an unhealthy cycle or habit. You’re intuitive by nature but also the type who doesn’t heed your own intuition when comes to your shadow self. Almost as if you are afraid to face and work on it. You feel lost, and you’re afraid to be dominated by it. You feel that have problems differentiating your intuitive thoughts and intrusive thoughts. Changing and releasing a part of your life is a real struggle for you. Most likely it is because you don’t know how to and you’re not willing to face the future without it. You are well-aware when a situation gets toxic and unhealthy but your shadow self stops you from moving forward and allows you to dwell in it, making you stuck in a bubble. This kinda feels like the devil card except that you both SEE the chain and chose not to remove it.

How to work on it: Draw your boundaries well. Write down a list of what you’re capable to do and what you should do. Match it up. Discard those you eventually feel that you shouldn’t do it. Don’t allow your past to chain you down. Look forward, not behind. Acknowledge that YOU have to be responsible of the mess and you have to be the one cleaning it up. It’s about being responsible of your own life along with listening to YOURSELF. Prioritise that inner voice of yours, it is going to save you out of many potential bad situations.

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That is all! Please support me by reblogging this and/or leaving a feedback, it will be deeply appreciated. Till next time, let’s have a fruitful time working with our shadow selves! ✨

[starlight-drive-in]

Catching Feelings Ch. 2 Seven/MC College AU

Awhile ago I was requested by @navarr0landia write a continuation of my College AU I started during Saeyoung week this year (which I was low key looking for the extra push to do anyway so thanks!) 

So here it is! Part 2 of what I am now calling Catching Feelings: 

AO3 Link  (Check here for warning/tags)

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The shrill sound of MC's alarm pierces through her slumber bringing her to consciousness, much to her dismay.

"Ughhh." She groans as the full weight of her headache is realized as soon as she moves to tap the snooze button on her phone. She groans again, smothering her face into the pillow desperate to sink back into sleep. There are no hangovers in dreamland.

Of course exactly 10 minutes later - BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

This time MC doesn't mess around with the snooze button, it's too early and her head hurts way too much for this right now, her morning class is just not going to happen. She grasps desperately at sleep again.

She's not sure how much later it is but begins to hear Mei rustle around the room, getting ready for class and then the light turns on. MC groans again and pulls and blankets up over her head in protest.

"How are you feeling there, Sunshine?" Her roommate asks.

"Mmmm" MC groans miserably in response. "Why did I let you take me to a party on a weeknight?"

Her roommate laughs quietly. "You should be thanking me."

"For what?!" MC asks incredulously.

"You seriously don't remember? Maaaaybe you should check your phone that's been going off for the past hour." Mei says before the bathroom door clicks closed.

Why? MC thinks in response pulling her phone off her nightstand and under her little blanket tent.  It's not like anyone ever texts…me? She thinks as she sees seven new messages from "Saeyoung (Crazy Cat Guy)"

"Oh, shit." She mutters as memories from the night before - as well as a healthy dose of embarrassment - flood in. Parts of the night are definitely blurry in her mind. She remembers the bathroom and Seven/Saeyoung with the cat. And his eyes. Oh my god, his eyes, and that smile. Her heart clenches at the thought of him. This isn’t good, It’s been less than 24 hours and she’s already in deep.

Bits and pieces of their conversation float through her head but she can’t seem to grasp the entirety of it. Ugh. Why did she have so many of those... whatever they weres? What did she say to him? She desperately hopes nothing too bad. It couldn't have been anything too bad if he was texting her right? Unless it was that bad and he was telling her how weird she was. Calm down MC, calm down. Just unlock your phone and read the messages, you can do it.  

She takes a deep breath and bites her lip, entering her lock code. Her screen brightens, making her headache more apparent, but revealing the messages to her.

Saeyoung (9:09am): PSHHT This is ground control to Astronaut MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (9:25am): PSHHT I repeat. MC, do you read me?

Saeyoung (10:07am): lolol I really hope you don't have a morning class

Saeyoung (10:11am): How are you feeling, Little Kitty?

Saeyoung (10:15am): >.< Was that weird? Sorry that was probably weird

Saeyoung (10:20am): Please let Seveny know you are still alive when you can

Saeyoung (10:30am): I‘m in class now but Secret Agent 707 might have to go on a rescue mission afterward if he doesn't hear back from you ^^’

MC’s face heats up a few degrees as she reads the messages He’s worried about me! Her heart leaps again as she thinks over how to respond to him as quickly as possible.

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Seven bobs his leg up and down nervously as he sits in his back corner seat of the Comp Sci lab, not hearing anything his teacher is saying about compilation errors. He unlocks his phone for the third time in less than a minute and stares at the notification bar. Was he too forward? Too weird? She didn't seem to mind is weirdness too much last night but maybe that was because she was drunk? Or maybe something’s actually wrong, what if she had alcohol poisoning? Was she hurt, or was she just ignoring him? He didn't like either of those options frankly.

“Luciel?” He hears his teacher's voice pierces through his mind’s paranoid circling.

“Can you tell me why this code isn’t compiling correctly? Tell me where the error is.” His teacher looks at him pointedly, obviously trying to catch him off guard.

“Uhhhh” He stalls, scanning the code on the board. “You have a syntax error on line 23.”

His teacher - Mr. Vanderwood, seems a little disappointed he can’t reprimand him, “That's cor-”

“And 47.” Seven adds.

“Wait, what?” Mr. Vanderwood says incredulously scanning the code himself. “You’re right… uhh thanks, I guess”

“No probs Ms. Vanderwood.” Seven replies casually.

“It’s Mr. Vanderwood, Luciel.”

“Right, right, won't happen again Vandy!” the class collectively giggles at the interaction that's quite common amongst the two

“LUCIEL!”

“Ah hahaha sorry!” Seven cowers, shutting up.

His teacher stares at him a moment longer before continuing, “The next type of error you may have is a runtime error, a runtime error occurs when….” - and just like that Seven has checked out and is back to his phone again, and he has two new messages! He fumbles a bit in his excitement but manages to get his phone unlocked.

MC (Q-T-π): Hey! Sorry for making you worry! I just woke up.

MC (Q-T-π): And if it wasn't weird I’d be worried it wasn't you I was talking to, but that doesn’t mean I didn't like it. :)

She doesn't hate him! She thanked him! Thank God. He impulsively grasps the cross around his neck in victory. She used a smile emoji! Does that mean he made her smile? Oh, he really hopes so!

He looks rapidly around the room. Realizing Vanderwood is busy helping someone else he quickly types out a reply.

Saeyoung: She lives! :D Seven can breathe again. How do you feel?

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MC seats herself up in bed and manages to get at least her feet off the bed before she's alerted to another message, her stomach responds with a small flourish of butterflies. Wow, he's fast. She thinks, smiling and reading his reply.

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Seven watches his screen faithfully for her next message.

MC (Q-T-π): Honestly? I feel like death D:

MC (Q-T-π): But talking to you is definitely helping this headache go away.

He can’t help but crack a wide smile.

Saeyoung: Glad to be of assistance!

He can’t just let the conversation die like this though. He has to think of a way to continue it, and that's when an idea hits him.

Saeyoung: I have something else that may help!

MC (Q-T-π): Oh yea, What's that?

Saeyoung: Seven’s magic hangover (and other ailments) cure-aaaaall… Ddddddrumroll plz

MC (Q-T-π): Dum-dum-da-da-da-dum-dum!

Saeyoung: Seven Star Energy Drink!

MC (Q-T-π): You have your own energy drink? :O!

Saeyoung: Uhhhh well, haha

Saeyoung: not officially

Saeyoung: BUT

Saeyoung: I’m sure it will help clear up that nasty hangover! And that’s not all!

Saeyoung: It would be hand-delivered by yours truly :)

He sends the last message and waits with bated breath for a reply.

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The bathroom door opens and Mei steps out all ready for class and starts getting her things together. MC stares at her phone screen. He wants to come over? She bites her lip and thinks for a minute. She hasn’t even had a shower yet. She groans loudly and throws her head back onto her pillow in defeat, resulting in a powerful reminder of the headache she needs to get rid of.

Mei eyes her peculiar display. “Alright, tell Mei what’s wrong.”

“Seven wants to come over” MC groans.

“So?? That’s great. Shouldn’t you be excited?”

“He wants to bring me something to help my hangover.”

“Aww, and here we all thought he was just crazy. That’s so sweet! I’m still not seeing the issue though unless you don’t actually like him and that was just the drink talking last night?”

“No, no that’s” MC stutters. “That’s not it. It’s just… I look like garbage.” MC replies sitting up again so Mei can see her face, still covered in smudged makeup from the night before.

“Hmm” Mei considers. “High-quality garbage though, like rich people garbage. Ya know?”

“Thanks,” MC replies sarcastically.

“What I mean is, you just gotta clean yourself up a bit and you’ll be fine. Like a million dollar sofa with a stain on it.” Mei says tossing her a bag of makeup wipes, a brush, her foundation and a tube of mascara.

MC wipes her face down, using about 3 wipes to get everything off, and then starts her “low effort” look by pulling her hair into a messy bun with a few loose locks on each side.

Mei ruffles around in MC’s dresser “Annnd you probably want to change.”

MC looks down and realizes she’s still wearing what she borrowed from Mei the night before.  

"How many beige sweaters do you have, Girl?" Mei tosses her a particularly oversized one and a pair of black leggings.

"They're comfy!" MC defends, finally rising herself from her bed to change. "Oh shit. I forgot to answer him!" She adds a second later, frantically pulling her sweater over her head.

"You left that poor boy on read? He probably thinks you hate him now." Mei teases.

"Nooooo!" MC whines fishing her phone out of her covers.

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Saeyoung leaves class and drives the short distance back to the RFA house, glancing at his phone more frequently than he should. It's been fifteen minutes, she's probably not going to answer. He shouldn't have invited himself over like that.

He walks in the door, no one seems to be home at the moment. He continues up the stairs.

MC (Q-T-π): That would actually be very nice of you, but fair warning I look like a hot mess :/

A sense of relief falls over him, and then excitement and then… nervousness? It's been a while since he's felt that particular emotion.

Saeyoung: I'm sure you look beautiful! :)

Saeyoung: I'll head over as soon and I can get everything together!

MC (Q-T-π): Can't wait :)

He reads her message as he enters his room, flinging his black and yellow backpack onto the small couch and whoops loudly with enthusiasm, jumping up and down in excitement.

"What the fuck?!" Saeran's voice rings out from the other side of the room as he whips around in his desk chair to give his brother one of his trademark glares.

It would seem Seven forgot to check the room for other occupants when he entered. "Oops sorry bro!"

"Yeah, whatever." He says, writing off his brother's little show as one of his typical little displays and going back to his work.

Saeyoung yanks his t-shirt off over his head, and walks over to the shared closet and begins flipping through shirts.  

“Great job with inviting people to the party last night, by the way. A lot of people came out!”

Saeran smirks. “Amazing how many people are willing to go over to a random house because a stranger told them there would be free alcohol.”

“Tell me about it, Jaehee’s totaling the amount now but we should have quite a pretty good amount to donate this time!”

“That’s good, I’ll ask her about it later.” Saeran answers, writing himself a reminder on a post-it and sticking it to his computer screen.

Seven check his teeth in the closet mirror, “We missed you though, where were you last night?” He attempts to pry, knowing his brother is a pretty private person but he hoping maybe he’ll tell him anyway.

“Out” Saeran deadpans, revealing nothing.

“Hmm, ok I won’t bug you about but just be careful ok? I’ve been hearing about some weird cult stuff going on around campus.”

Saeran scoffs. “Cults? Seriously? Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

“Hey, can I borrow this shirt?” Seven asks, holding up a short sleeve, white button-down of Saeran’s. Obviously forgetting his former train of thought.

Saeran tsks in response “Ah, I see you didn’t do your laundry again.”

“I was busy!” Pleeaaasee?” Seven begs.

“Ugh, sure fine whatever, if it even fits you.”

“Thanks! You’re my favorite twin!” Seven shrugs into the shirt it’s a little tight, but manageable.

“That statement makes absolutely no sense, but ok. What are you getting all dressed up for anyway? I haven't seen you make an effort like this since the RFA Christmas Ball.”

“The Defender of Justice, the Mighty Seven-Zero-Seven must deliver much-needed medicine to a pretty lady who has fallen ill!” Seven says dramatically, earning an eye roll from his brother before heading over to the mirror to style his hair the best he can without product. It's still a mess but at least it looks a little neater. He sprays a little cologne on his neck and then checks his breath. “Oof, that’s not gonna work,” He says to himself before looking over at Saeran. “Hey, you got any mints?”

“I always have mints,” Saeran replies tossing him a tin from the generous supply in his desk.

“Bless you, dear brother.” Seven dumps a few in his mouth and cronches on them, making Saeran cringe.

“You’re supposed to let them dissolve ya know.” Saeran grimaces.

“Yea, yea no time gotta go!” Seven turns his backpack upside down and dumps his books and laptop onto the couch before shoving new stuff into his backpack in its place, flinging it onto his back and heading out the door.

Saeran simply rolls his eyes “And don’t fuck up my shirt!” he shouts as he listens to his brother’s footsteps descend the staircase and go out the front door.

[homorashi]

Day 5: Desperate in the driver’s seat

Yuri! on Ice | Yuuri X Yuri | Two times the loss.

(Yuuri’s POV)

I cant let him know how badly I have to piss right now. Yuuri thinks to himself as he attempts to drive on the freeway, traffic preventing him from moving more than a few inches at a time. 

He picked up Yuri from the airport after convincing him to spend some time in japan after the grand prix finals. It took some time but the say finally came for Yuuri to pick him up at the airport, just a simple 3 hours drive away from his home in Hasetsu or at-least he thought. By the time he got to the airport he was already feeling the minor ache in his bladder telling him to empty it soon. Arriving at the AirPort, he thought he would have time to get out and walk around the terminal waiting for Yuri, but the jet-legged blonde was already sitting outside waiting for Yuuri when he arrived. Now they are an hour into their drive back to Yuuri’s family bath house and Yuuri is in constant agonizing pain. 

Yuuri already decided to pull into the next rest stop, announcing it to Yuri, who didn't seem to put up much of an argument, but then suddenly the freeway backed up, bumper to bumper for miles. 

“How was your flight?” Yuuri tries to spark conversation with Yuri but the angsty young man isn’t in the mood.

“It was just like any other flight.” He shrugs, shifting his body to look out the window at the now stagnant scenery. Yuuri needs a distraction, he switched on the radio, but with how far they are into the country, it’s just static, static that has the slight hissing noise, kinda like the sound when you pee. Yuuri’s thoughts wander, he feels himself loose control for a few seconds, luckily the noise is drowned out by the radio. He looks over at Yuri after gaining control, he doesn't seem to have noticed sudden panic. He turns of the radio, thinking it will help him focus but now the dead silent car makes it hard for him to shift around as much as he wants, ever crossing and uncrossing of Yuuri’s legs between short bursts of driving it audible. 

“Will you calm down, the GPS says will be out of traffic in thirty minutes.” Yuri speaks up at Yuuri’s constant fidgeting, chalking it up to impatience. 

Thirty minutes. Yuuri knows he cant make it thirty minutes, let alone the time it would take after that to find a rest stop, pull over and make it to the bathroom. he couldn't even imagine making it to the bathroom if he was parking the car right now, let alone after that much time has passed. Yuuri has to make a choice. He could either hop out of the car, in the middle of traffic and relieve himself in front of all these people, which really isn't even an option, or he has to go in his pants, with Yuri right next to him.  He looks down at his swollen bladder building in his pants and realized he still has his hoodie tied around his waist from when he got into the car this morning. Thinking he was gonna have to wait in the cold AirPort he brought it just incase. Yuuri make a choice, one he really would doesn't have a choice and and comes to peace with the fact he is gonna wet his pants, But he has a plan. 

“Im gonna see if the radio works again.” Yuuri tries not to let his voice sound as strained as it is, he turns on the radio and presses the seek button, the loud static fills the car, He looks down at his crotch in the driver seat, preparing himself. He eases his hold, letting his muscles relax and in and instant its happening, he is having and accident, but just as he thought, the sleeve of his hoodie around his waist are hiding any appearing liquid on the front of this crotch and the bulk of the hoodie that is under his butt is soaking up all the liquid. The radio hiss mixes with his pee exiting his body perfectly and Yuri is non the wiser. He is peeing right next to him. He tried to keep a straight face ass he pushes the last bit of pee out full force feeing the wetness under his butt cool, Just as he finishes the traffic starts to clear up and Yuuri is much more comfortable, he just hopes he will dry during the rest of the two hours car ride. 

(Yuri’s POV)

The rest stop Yuuri had mentioned well over forty-five minutes ago comes and goes as the traffic clears up and Yuri is in a panic. He looks over a Yuuri driving, he looks much more calm and relaxed now that they are out of traffic. He wants to speak up but doest know how. Secretly Yuri was so happy when Yuuri had suggested they stop at the next stop because he is absolutely bursting. When he arrived at the airport, he knew his plane was early, and he already had to pee, not having gotten a chance while on the second connecting flight to japan. He wanted to go right away, but saw baggage claim was closer than the restrooms so he decided to get his bags before he emptied his bladder. Getting his bags ended up taking well over half an hours as one cheetah print duffle couldn't  be located, once they finally found it Yuri was so pissed off, he forgot about his need to pee all together and just wanted to leave the AirPort so he went and sat outside, thats when Yuuri pulled up and he sat in the car, for about an hour feeling his bladder slowly slush around inside him.

“Im gonna stop at the next rest area okay Yuri?” Yuuri said those magical sweet words and Yuri was so relieved, he gets embarrassed by these things quit easily and didn't want to have to ask so he was able to relax to the best of his abilities until they got there. Traffic his and Yuri feels himself panic at little, but one GPS search shows they are only about thirty minutes away from the rest area in this traffic, so he just turns to look out the window and distract himself. Yuuri’s constant fiddling with himself and the radio isn't helping in the slightest, but being stuck in traffic is annoying so he gets why he is so impatient. 

With traffic flowing steadily Yuri looks see’s that Yuuri has no plans in stopping, infant he is driving in the far left lane away from all the exists now, 

“were making good time now that traffic is gone, we should be home just a little later then expected.” Yuuri looks over at Yuri and smiles. 

“Didn't you wanna stop?” Yuri tries to sound cool, nonchalant, he doesn't wanna see like a stupid kid who needs potty breaks. 

“I wanted to get some food, but now I just want my moms Katsudon.” Yuuri says keeping his eyes forward on the road. 

“Fat pig.” Yuuri teases, now turning his body more towards the window. trying to relieve the pulsating urge in his bladder. He checks his GPS only an hour away from Yuuri’s house. He doesn't know if he can make it but he is gonna try. He wont let that Japanese skater se him piss himself like a child. 

twenty minutes go by and Yuri has his hands now clenched on his thighs, knuckles white, biting his lip still not facing Yuuri driving. He doesn't want him to see his face and realize what is happening, He has leaked twice now, but didn't make it too obvious, he is regretting his choice of light wash jeans at this moment because he doesn't know if he has a visible we spot on his ass or not. He decided he has to speak up, or else something worse is gonna happen.

“Yuuri?” He doesn't look over at the boy, he just stays facing the window.

“Yes, Plisetsky-kun?” Yuuri looks over at him with just his eyes, then back at the road.

“Can we stop at the next rest area?” Yuri feel sick giving in, being so weak like a child.

“There really isn't anything between here and Hatsesu, We just passed the last town, Can it wait till we get to my house?” Yuuri just nods his head and leans more into the window. 

(Yuuri’s Pov)

Yuuri cant stop. He just lied to the little blonde next to him. He cant stop because he can still feel the wetness on his ass under the hoodie, if he stops now then he knows Yuri will know he had an accident in such close quarters to him, he will be disgusted. Besides, he kinda has too pee again, and doesn't wanna add any more time between him getting home, peeing in a toilet and taking a shower. 

(Yuri’s POV)

Hand are now shoved tightly between both of Yuri’s legs now, he is shaking, but has himself covered with his jacket to hide his shame from the boy in the drivers seat. 

“Hey, our exit!” Yuuri’s sudden voice filling the silent air in the car spooks Yuri, His jacket falls off him to the floor, caching the eye of the Japanese skater, Yuri clenched his bladder mussels as hard as he can, but that doesn't stop the car filling with the sound of a faint hissing for a few seconds, before he controls it. 

“Yuri!” Yuuri yells, Yuri sees the man looking at him in this state, a clear softball sized wet patch at the font of his jeans, growing.

“Pull over!” Yuri shouts suddenly screams as he feels his control slipping, he just doesn't want to have a full accident, he want to at least have some of his dignity.

“Its okay Yuri.” He looks over at Yuuri, his face is calm as he looks out onto the road. 

“no you pig! Im having an accident! Pull over!” Yuri yells his hands still hard between his legs trying to control his body, but failing. 

“Its okay, just go. It doesn't matter.” The boy looks over at Yuri like he is crazy, but the words are just what his body needed to hear, The car fills with a loud hissing noice, not from the radio but from Yuri’s pants. 

“Fuck no- no no” Yuri looks down at his lap, his jeans now fully a darker color, piss falls off the seat onto the ground onto this jacket and shoes, He feels himself stop pissing and just looks over at Yuuri, his face is bright read. 

(Yuuri’s POV) 

“Im so sorry! I’ll pay to clean your car.” The young blonde cries in the passenger seat, Yuri knows what he has to do, 

“Yuri, you don’t have to do that, because I already had an accident.” His face is bright red, admitting this to someone much younger them himself is embarrassing. 

“stop trying to make me feel better. you did not.” Yuri is wiping his eyes, looking down at his piss ridden lap. 

“No look, He pulls up the sleeve of his waist hoodie, only to see that his crotch is dry.  Ten minutes ago he would have been so happy he was dry and had hidden his accident, but now he just looks stupid for lying. 

“You didn't, stop trying to make me feel better, Im a baby, Im a looser who cant control his own piss.” Yuri cries. 

Yuuri feels his own bladder is substantially full again after having pissed himself well over two hours ago, he could hold it but decided to do something to help his friend not feel so bad. Yuri takes one hand off the wheel and shoved it into his crotch, playing up his current desperation. 

“Yuuri?” the small blonde notices and looks over at him

“you cant see because I only peed a little, but I really need to go.” Yuri bites him lip knowing all too well what if fees like to be actually desperate. sticking his hand down there makes him realize he really only dried on the front of his pants, and his crotch and butt and still really wet, so he never really was gonna be able to hid his accident in the first place. 

“Its dangerous to not have both hands on the wheel.” Young Yuri sniffles looking over at Yuuri. 

“But If I take my hand away, I’ll you know.” Yuuri blushes, this is so embarrassing, but it’s for Yuri’s sake, the poor boy feels some alone, even tho he isn't the only one with wet pants. 

“You can pull over.” The blonde is not crying anymore but intently looking at Yuri. 

“Yuri, Im peeing.” Yuuri announces as he takes his hand away and put it back on the wheel, the sound happens again, but it’s muffled from the already wet pants its spurting into. 

“Your peeing?” The blonde looks shocked.

“Im sorry, I didn't pull over because I leaked and didn't want you to see I had wet myself, It’s all my fault you had an accident.” Yuri tries to push more pee out, knowing his wet ass from earlier is clearly more than a few seconds worth of pee, but the hissing comes to and end.

“Its okay, just focus on getting us home and out of these clothes, It reeks like piss in here.” Yuri laughs. 

Yuuri lets a small smile creep over his face as he sees the young blonde relax next to him, he may have had to pee his pants on purpose for it, but this experience has made them closer. 

“I kinda still need to pee ” Yuri laughs from the passenger as they continue their drive, A little hiss can be heard from the boys light jeans and they both just laugh.