#I’m just laughing at this point honestly.

[chaossturns]

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

synopsis: Matt has been shutting you out due to his personal problems, which is causing problems in your relationship.

“girl , you mean the world to me , yes , you do , ooh” - givēon

matt sturniolo x poc!reader

warnings: fighting, crying , swearing, angst, and a somewhat happy ending

a/n: i honestly kind of hate this but it’s wtv 😭 , also this is my first time writing angst so it may be a bit rough

a/n 2: @luverboychris saw this first 👀

word count: 0.6k

The sound of your foot tapping against the car floor and the rain pattering around you filled the silenced car.

Matt was now driving you home after you guys had gotten into a heated argument.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

“Matt, you can’t keep shutting me out like this!” You yell to him, your hands hitting the side of your legs.

“I don’t need to tell you every fucking thing that’s happening right now. I just don’t okay!” He screamed back, turning his gaze from the floor to you.

“Well Matt, this relationship won’t last then will it?” You ask him, letting your anger get to you. “Just please talk to me, I promise we’ll be on the same page if you just open up.” your tone getting a bit quieter as you try to calm down.

“It’s not like you’re a fucking saint either.” He murmurs out, “You've done this before and I left you alone, but when it comes to me it seems like I can’t have that space can I?”

“I just wish you vanish Matt,” you start. “then we wouldn’t have these fucking problems and arguments.” you say, your voice breaking towards the end, tears beginning to fall from you eyes. Matt’s face drops, his hands reaching towards you.

“Bab-“ Matt begins to say, but you cut him off. “No Matt, just take me home.” you say, slightly brushing his shoulder as you went out his bedroom door, and stomped your way to the car.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

You turn your body and stare at the window, your mind clouded with thoughts. You loved Matt with your whole life, but he would just get so stressful sometimes, to the point where you thought this wouldn’t work out any longer.

Your eyes begin to water, thinking about all the times you and Matt were happy, laughing, and talking about total nonsense. Tears are now falling against your cheeks, small sobs being heard throughout the car.

Matt glances over at you, regretting his past decisions. He looks back towards the road, the windshield wipers hastily moving as the rain poured harder. His mind was racing with thoughts, not wanting to lose you due to his poor choices.

You put your arm against the car door, resting your head against. The car pulls into your neighborhood, the water covered ground reflecting the lights planted on the sides.

Matt slowly cruises the car down the streets, your house approaching soon. You feel the car come to a complete halt, now looking out the window, and seeing your house. You take your seatbelt off, not saying anything to Matt as you open the passenger door.

The rain comes pouring down against your body as you exit, slamming the car door behind you. You hear Matt’s door open and shut, now picking up your pace, just wanting to get inside.

Matt runs up to you, wanting to get some pressure off of his chest. You feel his cold hand grip onto your upper arm, securing you so you don’t get free.

“Matt let me go!” You yell to him, more tears wanting to break free from your eyes. Matt ignores your plea, pulling you flush upon his chest. You fully break down, not caring about how wet you’re getting from the heavy downpour. He engulfs you in a deep hug, kissing the top of your head while you sob into him.

“I fucking hate you.” You mumble, ragged and shaky breaths leaving your lips.

“I, I know,” he begins, “I’m so sorry.” an exhale of breath following after. You sniffle, gazing up at Matt’s dripping face.

“I got stuff to work on, you got stuff to work on.” Matt says, staring deeply into your eyes, his eyes filled with regret and sadness.

“But, we’re gonna, we’re gonna make it work.” He continues, lifting your chin slightly with his index finger.

“I love you , okay.” He reassures, placing his cold, soft lips against yours. Your lips dance with his as the rain overtakes your bodies, hoping things will work out for the both of you.

tags: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @l0ver-i @thenickgirl @mattssluttygf @hoesformatt

[kangminjissi]

19. good people - sofia

danielle trailed close behind as hanni rushed out of the building and onto the street. she thought the vietnamese girl would stop, but hanni turned and kept a quick pace as she tried to escape the party. danielle didn’t do anything but follow until hanni made it to an intersection and tried to keep walking.

danielle quickly ran to her and grabbed her shirt to pull her back. “hanni! you’re going to get killed,” she quickly shouted. hanni didn’t acknowledge her and just turned left to continue walking, but her body collapsed as she sobbed.

the taller girl quickly moved hanni to sit on the curb and looked at her, “where were you trying to go?” hanni shrugged and avoided her gaze as she mumbled, “anywhere. anywhere but here.” the taller girl sighed and looked out onto the road to give her time.

after a long stretch of silence filled only by hanni’s tears and the occasional car passing by, hanni finally sniffled. she wiped her hands over her face as she sighed, “you can go back to the party. you practically abandoned your girlfriend.”

danielle laughed softly before shaking her head, “haerin has her friends there. i’m not the only person she knows. i’d rather be here with you anyway.” danielle grabbed hanni’s hand and leaned down to look her in the eyes, “so… are you going to explain that outburst?”

hanni took a deep breath, “it was stupid. seeing them.. it made me feel like i couldn’t breathe. i had to do something because it felt like i was choking and the only thing i could do was separate them.” danielle nodded as she squeezed the other girl’s hand.

“i’m so angry and so heartbroken. i want to cry or scream, but at this point im too defeated to do either.” hanni looked down at her crumpled shirt, “i knew it was bound to happen, you know? the rest of the world isn’t blind. someone was going to realize that yn is perfect, but i didn’t expect some party jock to be that person.” danielle just nodded knowing that no words could soothe hanni.

“i expected some stupid instagram post, maybe yn coming to me gushing about some girl who came in looking for a cat. something to ease me into the thought of her being with someone, but seeing that girl with her hands inside yn’s jacket… i just. i just couldn’t take it.

“i want to laugh at myself honestly. i have no right to be angry with anyone but myself. yn doesn’t owe me anything. im nothing to her, and yet she’s everything to me.”

danielle reached into her bag and handed hanni some tissues before speaking up, “you’re right, you know.” hanni looked up at her with her eyebrows furrowed as the taller girl continued to speak, “yn owes you nothing because you’ve never told her your feelings. she has no clue how you feel about her…

“but to say you mean nothing to her is a lie. you’re her best friend and that means miles more than what that girl from the party means to her. yn found someone she thought was attractive and so she kissed them. that’s normal, is it not?

“you can be upset, but you can’t be upset at her for her choices. one day, i hope you tell her how you feel. i know you truly believe she’ll never reciprocate your feelings and maybe you’re right, but she deserves to know the truth. i doubt you’ll tell her soon, but it’s something she should know when you’re ready to tell her.”

hanni took a shaky breath and tried to steady her voice, “i’m not upset at her.” danielle interjected, “you can’t be mad at that girl either.” hanni sighed, “i know. i’m really truly mad at myself for being a coward.

“dani, do you think she’ll forgive me?” danielle looked at her friend with empathy, “han, yn will always forgive you. she didn’t grab onto that girl because she was taking her side. she grabbed her because she was afraid you would get seriously hurt.

“i’m sure she tried to run after you, but i doubt minji would’ve let her. you need to talk to her when you’re both sober. i don’t know how you’ll explain why you did what you did without telling her the truth, though.” hanni chuckled as she bunched her knees to her chest, “i don’t know either.”

danielle hummed understandably and looked down at her phone, “let’s get up. the taxi is almost here.” hanni looked up at danielle, “huh?” the latter stretched out her hand with a smile, “what? you thought we’d camp out on the sidewalk? we’re going home.”

hanni stood up and stumbled slightly as the taller girl engulfed her in a hug. hanni rested her head on the latter’s shoulder and cried silently, “you’re too good to me. i don’t deserve it.” danielle felt the tears on her shoulder and pulled back to look at hanni, “hush. good people deserve to have good families.”

a/n 😇

#taglist ~ @shuxiii @somedaydream @jiwoneiric @multiliker @haerinsloverr @wintersgff @limbforalimb @emphobics @keiji-jin @sixflame438 @olives-on-pizza @edenzeepy @ogueh @randombystander-yep @saysirhc @dexthzone

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[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

firstly I LOVE your writing so so so much!!! so many of my fav jily fics are yours <3

#34 from the prompt list (“sorry, bad habit”) but it’s james fidgeting (messing with his hair clicking a pen idk idc u do u) and lily is annoyed with him with herself for finding it endearing & finally does something about it

from these prompts

It’s not that she never noticed it before.

Context, however, is everything and there is just simply a stark contrast between noticing it because McGonagall consistently points it out with a heavy sigh and a ‘for the last time, Mr. Potter, please wear your uniform with a sense of propriety’ and noticing it because Lily can’t physically make herself look away.

She’s not quite sure when her mind takes that sharp detour, though.

“Merlin, I’m knackered.”

Lily looks up from her book as he falls into the seat across from her. “You’re late.”

James grimaces apologetically. “Flitwick had me helping the firsties with—never mind. Sorry. Let’s get started, yeah?”

He wasn’t her first choice for essay partner, or her second or third for that matter, but he’s competent, which Lily supposes she should be grateful for. Honestly, she’s still trying to wrap her head around the fact that school has been back in session for an entire month and they haven’t gotten in a row even once.

James pulls his bag up onto the small table and begins haphazardly fishing through it for his own textbook and some parchment, then reaches up and gives a sharp tug on the knot of his tie, pulling it away from his neck. Lily’s gaze catches on the motion she must have seen him do a dozen times, but she’s never been close enough to notice the sliver of skin it reveals before and she’s certainly never found herself appreciating it.

She quickly files that away as information to never ever process and shakes her head.

“Yeah, let’s get…” She clears her throat and looks back toward her book. “Started.”

But once she starts noticing it—well. It becomes a bit of a problem.

The moment he walks into the common room, his hand moves to loosen his tie. As soon as he collapses onto the couch of their shared Heads’ Office. While he walks alongside her to Arithmancy. Every single day. Constantly.

“Blimey, the weather’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

Lily purses her lips to keep from smiling at the childish way James throws his hands up toward the sky the minute they step into the sunshine. It’s been a gruelling day of revising for both of them and she found herself not even able to muster a half-hearted excuse for why they shouldn’t take a break to go for a walk on the grounds.

“There’s just something about October,” he continues, sighing happily.

Lily opens her mouth to agree, but then she catches the flash of his hand—they’re not even fifteen steps away from the castle, but there he goes, the scarlet-and-gold-striped fabric slipping through his fingers as he makes quick work of the knot of his tie.

“Why do you always do that?” she finds herself blurting out.

He glances quickly over at her, his fingers freezing their motion. “Sorry,” he says, wincing, “bad habit.”

Lily just nods in response, not trusting herself to say something normal, and tries not to watch as he tugs the tie completely off and shoves it deep into the front pocket of his trousers.

October passes and Lily feels herself relax, because the Scottish autumn is on her side on this (and only on this, really). Hogwarts students spend the month of November adding more layers to their wardrobe, not removing them.

Lily has never in her life been so passionate about scarves.

“Most prestigious school in the wizarding world and they can’t bloody insulate the halls,” James whinges, blowing hot air into his cupped hands and rubbing them together.

Lily looks sharply away from that and ignores the little flop her stomach does. “That would compromise the ambience, Potter.”

“Of course. How can Hogwarts expect to maintain its honour if at least one student doesn’t die of hypothermia?”

Lily’s laugh is halted as they turn a corner and begin their portion of the patrol colloquially known among the other prefects as The Polar Vortex. This section of the castle seems to always be particularly drafty, and honestly, if Lily wasn’t eager to extend her time with James, she’d likely suggest they just skip it and head back to Gryffindor Tower.

As it is, though, she shivers involuntarily, her teeth clattering loudly together, unbidden.

“Merlin, Evans, here. Take—”

“I’m fine!” she says quickly, because, Jesus bloody Christ, he was reaching for his scarf.

“That hypothermia joke wasn’t a personal challenge, Lil. Take my scarf and—”

“I don’t want it!”

His next step falters and he turns slowly to face her, his face setting into a confused frown. “Why not?”

Lily feels her face begin to flush. “I just—I don’t want to be a…bother.”

James watches her for another moment, then a grin slowly spreads across his face. “Evans,” he says, unlooping the scarf from his neck, and turning to more fully face her, “you always bother me.” He gently drops the scarf around her neck, ignoring her protests as he tugs it snugly around the collar of her jumper.

Lily takes a breath, hating and loving the fact that the scarf smells exactly like him, but otherwise settles into a feeling of relief. That wasn’t so bad. Just because he removed his scarf doesn’t mean—

“Oh my God, are you serious right now?!”

James stops walking again, his fingers freezing in the midst of their mission to unknot his tie. “Er, what?”

Lily covers her face with her hands and tries not to scream. 

“Evans?” He asks, and that pushes her closer to the edge, because she can hear the concern in his voice. “Am I serious about what?”

“Nothing,” she squeaks, shaking her head, even as her hands remain covering her face.

“Ev-ans.”

“No, really, I—”

He gently tugs one of the ends of the scarf—his scarf—causing her to stumble toward him a bit. “What’s wrong?”

She allows her hands to fall and forces himself to look up at him. “Why are you even wearing your tie?” she mumbles.

“What? My…tie?” He frowns, deeply puzzled, then manages a half-shrug. “I dunno. Just forgot to take it off after lessons, I guess. Why?”

“You constantly mess with it,” Lily says. “Non-stop. Loosening it, untying it, taking it off, playing with it.”

“I told you,” he says sheepishly, “it’s a bad habit. I—”

“It’s infuriating!”

His eyebrows lift in surprise. “I’m…sorry?”

“A Lily Evans torture device, really.”

He opens his mouth again, but she beats him to it.

“It’s like, if every person who’s ever hated me attended a…a convention. And they had a chat about all the things that drive me spare, devising a plan to slowly make me go completely mental. This—,” she knows she’s mad and that she’ll hate herself later, but she doesn’t care because she’s been wanting to do this for months,—��this is what they would end up deciding on.” She reaches up and, in one swift motion, tugs on the knot of his tie, watching in immense satisfaction as it separates from the collar of his shirt, hanging limply across the grey fabric of his jumper. 

James stares at her, eyes wide, body completely rigid as she, Jesus, manhandles him like a fiend. 

“Sorry,” she huffs out as she draws her hand back to her own person, but she isn’t even sure she means it. “You just—it really is a terrible habit, Potter. Promise me you’ll work on it.”

He blinks. “I…”

“Good.” Lily nods. “Thank you for the scarf, by the way. We should be good to head back down now, yeah?” She takes off walking down the corridor, before he can verbally question her sanity or she can do something else truly mad like use the leverage of his tie—stupid, bloody tie—to bring his mouth down to hers.

[thehandmaidenofcreativity]

Just so cute?

Part I

WC: 5.9k

Comments: This first part is just fluffy, but smut will come in during part two. I was inspired by a video I saw when scrolling on tiktok one time. All the members show up in this one, but it is idol!Seungmin x reader.

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You scroll to the next video, and it’s a close up of Han during one of their concerts, yelling about how he “knows sexy.” You let out a chuckle as he starts going down the line of members saying, “Bang Chan, you are sexy! I’m sexy! Lee Know is sexy! I.N is sexy! Felix is sexy! Chan is sexy!” – you make a mental note to tease him about calling Chan sexy twice – “Hyunjin is sexy! I don’t know you, but you’re sexy!”

Why’s he gotta do Binnie like that, you giggle a little at the thought. Then he says, “No, Seungmin is just so cute! Hi puppy!”

You’re honestly a little surprised by how taken aback you are that he deviated and didn’t call Seungmin sexy. It’s a normal, silly Hannie thing to do, but you feel a little bad for Seungmin.

So you go to the search and try to find another angle of the interaction, to see if you can find Seungmin’s reaction. Another video with the entire stage in frame shows that Seungmin (very cutely) waves Han off, turning for a moment to hide his smile. You’re happy to see that he didn’t seem bothered… So why are you? Seungmin is cute. It’s not like Han was being mean or anything. Maybe you’ve just had enough tiktok for the night.

ᯓ★

The first week of August rolls around, the guys are back in town, and you’re on your way to the Cuties Dorm. When you arrive, you barely have a chance to cross the threshold before you’re lifted off your feet in one of Changbin’s signature hugs. You laugh and squeeze him back; you’ve missed these. As you’d expect when spending time with Stray Kids, yelling ensues - voices questioning who is at the door; is food is here; did someone get something delivered; did you forget that the hyungs are picking up food, idiot; who are you calling an idiot?! Luckily, Changbin sets you down before yelling back (still a bit too close to your ear considering how loud he is) that it was you and to calm down before he starts making people calm down.

This obviously just leads to more shouts and a big sigh from Changbin as you head toward the rest. You’re intercepted by Hyunjin and Jeongin, giving a hug and a fist bump, respectively. By the time you make it to the couch, you’ve said hello to a few of the members’ other friends and been momentarily koala-ed by Felix. You settle in next to Jisung on the couch, smiling broadly, happy to be back in this chaotic environment.

Then Seungmin comes into the living room. He stops in front of you and shakes his head. “Jisung, you were supposed to save my seat.”

“I mean the seat is still there,” Jisung points out helpfully. “It just has someone prettier sitting in it. You can always sit on my lap.” He wiggles his eyebrows up at a sighing Seungmin.

“Oh sorry, Min, I’ll – ” You move to give him back his spot on the couch, looking around in vain for another open seat that will help you avoid sitting on the floor. Instead of giving you space to vacate the couch, he slides his body just behind yours, arms wrapping around your middle. He sits, bringing you down to sit on his lap with a small oomph. “Seungmin!”

“It’s fine; we can share.” He reaches his arm across your body to pull your legs so that you angle more towards Jisung. You hesitate for half a second before slinging your arm around his shoulders and shifting a little more so that your lap is almost perpendicular to his, your back against the arm of the couch. His arm wraps around your middle, his big hand coming to rest on the curve of your hip.

Unbidden, that tiktok of the Chicago concert from a couple weeks ago pops into your head; you remember how affronted you were by Han saying Seungmin was cute rather than sexy. You feel heat rise on your cheeks and try to shake it off.

He sees the shake of your head and asks, “Are you uncomfortable? I can sit on the floor.”

You meet Seungmin’s eyes and pray that the blush isn’t noticeable.

What is wrong with me? You wonder. The guys have always been very touchy; this isn’t anything out of the ordinary. Felix was literally wrapped around you less than five minutes ago. You shake your head again and tell him, “No, I’m good. You just surprised me a little. I was sure you’d sit on Sungie.”

All three of you laugh at that, and Seungmin’s grip on your hip tightens, just a little bit.

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Aside from that moment of internal weirdness, the party goes well. There’s good food, karaoke, and very intense card games. By now, most of the non-members have left, so it’s just you, Minho’s dancer friend, and Jeongin’s girlfriend still hanging out. You hear a bunch of clinking, and everyone looks towards the kitchen. Felix has three bottles of soju in each hand. Jisung is next to him holding a stack of tiny cups and the jenga box with a wide smile. “Let’s gooooo!”

Felix raises his hands as Jisung yells, bottles clinking together dangerously again.

“Why is Tiny Hands the one with all the bottles?” Jeongin sighs, garnering a laugh from all but Felix, who pouts at him. The Sunshine Twins bring over their goods, setting them on the coffee table. Minho starts pouring cups of soju, knowing what flavors his friends prefer and distributing them accordingly as everyone moves to surround the table. Chan grabs the jenga box and flips it upside down to set it up. With the box halfway off, he pauses and leans in. “Jisung…”

Jisung doesn’t even let him get the question out. “Oh, come on, hyung! We deserve some fun!” The rest of you (rather comically) turn your heads to look at the game, trying to see what Chan sees. You notice what seems to be writing on the side of a couple of the blocks.

“Hyung, you know you’re supposed to write on the bottom so the task isn’t visible before you pull them, right?” Jeongin shakes his head.

Han shoots daggers at Felix. “Bro!”

“I’m sorry!” Felix throws his hands up. “In my defense, it’s only a few.” Chan slides the box the rest of the way off, exposing more clearly incorrectly marked blocks. “... more than 3?”

Everyone’s laughing again as Chan reads off a couple of the blocks, and Jisung is trying to pull Felix into a headlock. “Take a drink. Give out two drinks. Do aegyo for the next two turns. Give the person to your left a forehead smooch. I guess these are fine, as long as everyone wants to play.”

The game is actually really fun. Some tasks written on the blocks are more silly than others, some get a little racy. Hyunjin has to do a freestyle rap about bubbles. Changbin has to give Minho a five second lap dance. He only slaps Changbin’s butt twice within those five seconds; everyone is impressed with his self-restraint. When Jeongin’s block says to take off an item of clothing, he pulls off Felix’s socks and shrugs. “It doesn’t say it has to be an item of my clothing.”

Felix tries and fails to get the rest of you to agree that Innie needs to strip. Then when it’s your turn, the block you pull says ‘kiss someone sexy.’ You tilt your head back with a loud exhale. Jisung is giggling off to your left. “If you need help choosing, I know sexy.”

You can almost see Seungmin’s smile and wave on that concert stage. Without taking time to consider any more, you crawl past Minho and kiss Seungmin directly on the lips. It’s quick, your embarrassment keeps you from lingering, even as you ponder how soft his lips are and what it might be like to give him a proper kiss. There are a few ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the group; Felix claps Seungmin on the back, saying he would’ve kissed him, too. Seungmin rolls his eyes at Felix, but other than that he doesn’t really react. You realize belatedly that the block didn’t say you had to kiss him on the lips. You hope that no one comments on that as you add it back to the top of the tower. It wiggles precariously, but stays standing. It makes it two more turns before Felix (of course) knocks it down.

“Should we play again, or should we play something that makes us drink more often?” Minho asks with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Or get another jenga set and write more interesting tasks?” His friend looks just as devious. You haven’t spent much time around him, but it’s clear why he and Minho get along.

“You know you don’t have to wait until the game tells you to drink, right?” Chan looks a little nervous at his friends’ suggestions.

“Yes, but not everyone is.” Minho looks pointedly at the glass Chan has only refilled a few times. “Hannie wants to get wild, Channie Hyung.”

“What if everyone just takes two shots now, and we play again,” Jeongin suggests, his girlfriend eyeing him. You all know he’s a little bit of a lightweight.

Minho rolls his eyes. “Fine, but shots of liquor, not soju. Lix, what do we have in the kitchen?”

Felix scurries off to find more alcohol while Hyunjin sets the tower back up. After sitting around the coffee table to play the first round, everyone else is happy to take the opportunity to stand and stretch a bit, talking about the best parts of the last game. Jisung pulls you over to the hall with a grin. “So Seungmin is your someone sexy, huh?”

“Sungie, you need to get those eyebrows under control.” You will your rising nerves to dissipate. Your comment does nothing to dispel his giddy expression. “You are so ridiculous.”

He laughs. “You don’t have to be embarrassed; Minnie is so cute. I just would’ve thought you’d kiss Hyunjin or Chan Hyung.”

“He’s not just so cute; he is sexy.” You respond without thinking, and his smile somehow widens. “I mean! You know that you’re all hot. All of you. Very sexy. Stop looking at me like that, Han Jisung!” You turn away from him and notice the others are gathering around the tower again. “I think they’re ready to start the next round.”

You walk away without waiting for his response, your cheeks burning. For what feels like the billionth time, you wonder what is wrong with you. Do you.. like Seungmin? You’ve been friends with the guys for such a long time, and while you have had moments of attraction to a few of them, it’s never felt like this before. Even when you kissed them.

When you get back to the coffee table, you’re informed that you’re all moving spots to mix things up, in case of the ‘to your left’ and ‘to your right’ blocks. There are bottles of whiskey, rum, and tequila on the table. You sit across from where you were before, and a shot glass is almost immediately set in front of you. You look up to see Seungmin sitting down on your right with his own shot in hand. He lifts it to you, signaling that you should cheers him. He misreads the look on your face. “Don’t worry, I made sure you got tequila.”

You clink your glass to his, touch it down to the table, sliding it in a circle before bringing it up to your lips.

“I’ve seen you do that before, what is that?” Jeongin’s girlfriend makes a circle motion with her fingers as she asks.

Before you can answer, Changbin pipes up. “Didn’t you say that it’s meant to bring you good orgasms?”

As the others laugh, Seungmin refills your glasses. Quietly, he says, “Better take another one, then, huh?” Just like that, your blush is back.

Everyone else picks up their glasses as well, the lot of you cheersing, everyone adding the circle to their movements. The game gets a little sloppier by the end this time - a combination of everyone drinking a bit lot more liberally and the Bunny Bois (Minho loves it when you all call them that) calling out modifications to the tasks with nearly every pull. There’s more kissing, outlandish impromptu lyrics, a lot more clothes on the floor. More than once someone has tears in their eyes from laughing. It’s a great time.

Jeongin and his girl sneak off before the start of the third round, giggles and low murmurs trailing down the hall behind them. Hyunjin starts off the round sitting behind Changbin, his arms and legs wrapped around him, his chin resting on Binnie’s shoulder. Felix has somehow convinced Chan to leave his shirt off. It’s been quite a while since you’ve all let go so much.

You feel Seungmin’s arm wrap around you again as he rests his head on your shoulder. You steal a glance at his face, eyes skimming past soft lashes and down the gently curved bridge of his nose; your gaze fixes on his lips. They’re so.. pink and perfectly shaped. When Jisung pokes you in the side. You realize you’d been staring, and it’s your turn. He’s giving you a knowing look as you glare back at him. You feel a little better after assigning three Minho butt slaps to him. By the time Minho slings Jisung over his lap and delivers them, you’ve nearly forgotten your annoyance.

Seungmin’s turn is next. His block says to kiss the person on his left’s forehead, but Minho interjects. “Foreheads are for the weak! Kiss her on the lips, Seungminnie!”

“Hyung, you have to tell him how long to kiss!” Felix, that drunken, oblivious backstabber, chimes in. Your traitorous brain hopes for at least 7 seconds. “Five minutes!”

You’re taken out of your internal battle by the ridiculously long suggestion. Everyone is laughing as Seungmin’s hand cups your face and pulls your lips to his. It’s gentle at first, but then his tongue runs along your bottom lip, requesting access. Your lips part, allowing him to deepen the kiss as his hand slides up into your hair. All too soon, he pulls back, and it’s like your ears open to all the whooping and wolf whistles that probably started with the kiss. You both sit back, rosy-cheeked, and the game moves on as if you didn’t just have an earth shattering experience.

You finally understand why you were so bothered by Han’s silliness at the concert.

There’s no question. Kim Seungmin is in fact quite sexy, and you would really like to kiss him again.

ᯓ★

Seungmin is your friend, though. Just like the rest of them. Skinship, including kisses every now and then, is completely normal among the group, definitely not a big deal. The thoughts running through your head right now are quite the opposite. You’ve never craved Felix’s touch. Never had to suppress the urge to lean in to steal another kiss from Chan’s lips, to straddle Hyunjin with your hands buried in his hair while you suck his bottom lip between your teeth.You bite your lip and turn away from him, praying that everyone is too drunk to see how affected you are.

A shout brings your attention back to the game, which has just ended because of Hyunjin tickling Changbin as he tried to pull his next block. No one moves to set the tower up right away, half of them are too busy yelling at Hyunjin about party fouls and a need for punishment, the other half already fighting about what his punishment should be. Only Chan, in the middle of it all, is speaking at a reasonable (read: inaudible) volume, looking pressed. You smile, happy to have a distraction, and crawl over to him.

“Channie! You’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep that up!” You fling your arms around his neck, and he uses your momentum to scoop you into his lap. And it’s completely normal. You know he’s hot as hell, and if he were someone else, such intimate contact might feel different. But it’s just you and Chan, very close, and there’s no desire to pull him into a bed and ravish him. As it should be. You tell yourself not to look back at Seungmin.

“You know they’re going to make him drink something stupid, and he’s gonna end up throwing up.” Chan buries his face into your neck. He sounds exasperated. “And I always have to clean it up and deal with it.”

You can’t help but laugh, giving him a little squeeze. “You say that like you don’t know that as soon as you yell at them, they’ll knock it off.”

“Fatherhood is the worst,” he whines comically. “I don’t wanna be the dad tonight. You do it, Noona.”

“I think you just wanna hear me yell for once.” You pull away from him, relying on his arms around your waist to keep you from tumbling off his lap. “You all need to calm down!”

You honestly didn’t expect it to work so well; you didn’t think you’d be loud enough, but (almost) everyone quiets and looks at you. You can still hear Jisung and the Bunny Bois giggling while they ransack the cabinets for something terrible. “Jinnie, you do deserve a punishment – nope, don’t interrupt me!”

Hyunjin’s ‘but Noona’ is all that comes out before the admonishment, but he squishes his face between his hands, staring at you with big, soft eyes.

You continue, “and Binnie gets to pick it as long as it won’t result in vomit.”

Hyunjin pouts adorably, turning those big eyes on Changbin. Predictably, Binnie crumbles at the cuteness. “Hyunjin has to… do a little magic Mike dance for us.”

His statement is met with a couple sighs and a loud ‘yes’ from Minho as he pops back into the room. Someone moves the coffee table out of the way, and you all pile onto and in front of the couch. This time you’re the one with someone on your lap; Felix is a comforting weight as well as a good block to keep Seungmin out of your line of sight. Once you’re all settled, Minho starts playing “Pony” by Ginuwine. It’s been a minute since any of you have seen the film, but you’re pretty sure he moves exactly like Channing Tatum. Still, empty plastic cups, random clothing, and even a jenga block all go flying at Hyunjin as the guys yell about how he’s not doing it right or needs to be sexier or is blinding them. His dance lasts about 20 seconds before everyone is falling together laughing, and Hyunjin launches himself at Jisung for hitting him in the face with a sock.

ᯓ★

Things start to wind down now that the games are over. Most of the alcohol is gone, and Seungmin is passing out waters. You’re back in Chan’s arms, a common occurrence when you’ve all been drinking together. Over the years, you’ve determined he likes to hold you because you’re shorter than him. He rests his chin on your head, even though you’re not that much shorter. Despite his drunkenness and earlier comment, he still plays his role as dad of the group. “Everyone’s staying here, yeah? All the keys are in the basket? Innie didn’t leave the dorm, did he? They wouldn’t have driven, right? Innie!”

Minho slaps a hand over his mouth before he can yell louder. “Jeongin and his lady retired to bed a while ago, Channie Hyung. No need to worry.” Minho gives him a wink before asking you to make sure he drinks at least two more glasses of water before bed.

You salute Minho as he grabs a bottle of water for himself and starts heading towards the bedrooms, the other half of his duo on his heels. Jisung and Hyunjin already seem to be in the process of passing out on the couch, snuggling while trading slurred insults. Changbin is curled up on the chair snoring, leaving Chan, Felix, Seungmin, and you sitting in a semicircle; Seungmin and Felix are weighing the benefits and consequences of drawing on Changbin’s face.

You bring the next round of waters over, reaching the group in time to hear Felix ask Chan if they’re going to cuddle tonight. Seungmin meets your eyes as you hand him his cup and says, “Sounds like that leaves you in my bed tonight.”

You’d done so well putting those thoughts out of your mind for the last couple hours, but at that simple statement you’re picturing yourself in bed with him. His hands on your hips, his mouth on your neck, your legs wrapped around –

“Noona, are you in there?” Seungmin snaps once in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. He’s got a lazy smile on his face. You almost let yourself get distracted by it again; he’s gotten into the habit of hiding his smile since he got his braces, and you hate it. It does, however, make his already infectious smile a bit more dazzling when he allows you to see it.

You give him a smile back. “Yeah, sorry. Just a little lost in thought.” You glance at your favorite Aussies. Chan’s got his arms around Felix now, who looks like he’s about ready to fall asleep. You look back at Seungmin and nod. “Drink up, guys; it’s time for bed.”

Felix pretends to protest as Chan picks him up to carry him to his room, only really pulling away from him to give you and Seungmin each a half hug and a kiss. Chan puckers his lips at you both, blowing kisses as you all say goodnight. Seungmin links his arm through yours and guides you toward his room.

You stand in the center of his room awkwardly and smack your cheeks, telling yourself to chill out and be normal. You hear Seungmin laugh behind you and turn to face him. “Do you just want a big shirt to wear?” He doesn’t even wait for your answer before tossing one at you and heading to the bathroom.

By the time he returns, you’re wearing nothing but his t-shirt and your panties, sitting on his bed.

“I left a fresh toothbrush on the counter for you.” He barely even glances at you as you hop off the bed and head to the door. You feel a little silly for expecting anything else.

When you get back, you slide in on your side of the bed and lay facing away from him. Seungmin throws his arm across your middle, pulling you over so he can spoon you from behind. He gives you an extra squeeze as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, it was great. I always love when you guys get back from tour.” You hope he can’t feel your heart hammering in your chest. “What about you, Minnie?”

He gives a contented sigh. “Yeah, I missed you.”

He presses a kiss to your neck, lingering longer than necessary. You turn in his arms to look at him. His eyes are hooded, his gaze boring into yours. You reach up and lightly caress his cheek. “I missed you, too, Seungmin-ah.”

He missed you. You give in to the desire that’s been coursing through you all night and gently pull his lips down to yours. It’s sweet. A softer kiss than before. Perfect. You feel his lips break into a smile against yours and pull away. “Goodnight Noona.”

ᯓ★

The first thing you notice when you wake is Seungmin’s breath in your ear. On other nights when you’ve shared his bed, you might cuddle for a little while, but you don’t typically sleep through the night that way. You’ve never woken to the sensation of his warmth around you, his arm heavy over your waist, his leg slung over one of yours, the top of his thigh pressed to the bottom of your other one. As your awareness spreads, you notice something else you’ve definitely never felt before.

Seungmin’s hardness is pressed into your backside. You consider trying to sneak out of bed without waking him, but when you go to pull his arm away, his grip tightens. Next you try shifting your hips away from his, but with his leg over yours, holding you in place, you end up basically just grinding against him. A low, sleepy moan fills your ear as he snuggles even closer. You resolve to stay still, just wait for him to wake up and pretend you’re still sleeping. It works for a couple minutes, but you’re getting restless. You can’t help but wish you could sneak your hand between your bodies to feel his length, get a sense of how big he is, because from what you can feel, it’s pretty impressive. You try to keep your mind from wandering, from continuing that line of thought. The discomfort of resisting lustful thoughts about your friend manifests in small shifts of your body.

You don’t notice Seungmin’s breathing move from the slow, deep breaths of sleep to a quicker, more purposeful pace. You do, however, notice when his hand flattens against your stomach, stilling your movement. “Everything okay, Noona?”

His voice is deep and gravelly with sleep. You bite your lip and will yourself not to roll your hips back into him to see what that moan might sound like now that he’s awake. You hope you sound like you’ve only just woken up as well. “Mmm morning, Min. I’m good; are you okay?”

You brace yourself to lose the heat of his body now that he’s up, and you mourn the loss of it when he pushes away from you. It doesn’t last long, though. His hand remains on your body; as he settles into place, he pulls on your hip, turning you so that you’re on your back, your side now pressed to his front. Seungmin looks down on you from where he’s propped up on his elbow, his other hand sliding back up to rub across your waist. His expression is solemn, a bit sensual, as his eyes trace your face. You inadvertently pull your lower lip between your teeth again, and he lets out a small sigh.

“Can I ask you something?”

You give a small nod. “Anything.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

You can’t help but smile. You reach up to cup his face, the action answer enough for him. Seungmin lowers his lips to yours, tentative at first, little more than a peck, before he renews his effort, lips parting yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. His hand reaches around to grab your ass as you turn toward him and slide your leg up over his hip.

Just then, the door opens, startling you apart as Minho’s voice calls in, “It’s time to get up! People need your help with this damn espresso machine, Seungmin-ah.”

You look at each other, breathing heavily. Seungmin sits up first. “I’d better get up. You can wear anything you want.” He looks back down, boba eyes burning into yours. He presses another kiss quick to your lips. “I think we should talk later.”

You nod, and he heads out to the kitchen. You lay there for a moment, waiting for your body to cool down. Did that really just happen? How are you going to talk to him later if you don’t know how you feel? Why have things changed? Because they have changed. You can’t deny it. And you aren’t the only one who realized it. You pull a pair of Seungmin’s shorts on and go looking for Jisung.

ᯓ★

You find a sleepy Jisung snuggled in a chair with Felix. As you approach, the sunshine of Felix’s smile nearly blinds you. “You look like you need caffeine, Noona. Want me to get you a drink?”

You can always count on his sweetness. “Thanks, Lixie. I’ll take over with your baby here.”

Felix heads to the kitchen and you sit with Jisung more or less on top of you. “Hannie, can I talk to you about something?”

His mischievousness from last night is mostly missing from his smile. “Anything for you, Noona. What’s up?”

You resist the urge to pinch him. “Why were you teasing me last night? About Seungmin?”

“Well,” he looks a bit more serious than usual. “You were extremely easy to tease last night.”

You seriously consider dumping him off the chair and just leaving. “I’m gonna tell Lino you were talking shit about his cats, Sung.”

“Nooooo! No, don’t, please.” He stops laughing and takes your hand, peeking up at you while he flips it over and runs his fingers over it. “I don’t know. You had a different energy last night when you were looking at him. Plus, you know he… actually nevermind.”

You pinch his cheeks together with one hand, forcing him to look directly at you. “No nevermind. Finish that sentence, Han Jisung.”

“You’re so hot when you’re angry, Noona.” Han puckers his lips, leaning into your touch and trying to land a kiss. You bop him on the nose. “Okay, okay. Seungminnie has just been talking about you a lot. And when you were looking at him like you wanted to take a bite, then you kissed him… It seemed like things were falling into place.”

You sit dumbfounded for a second. “He’s been talking about me, how?”

Before he can answer, Seungmin arrives with Felix in tow. “I heard you might need something to drink.”

Your cheeks are red, again, and Jisung is giggling, asking where his coffee is. He scoots over as much as possible and Felix plops down on both your laps. Seungmin laughs, asking if you all were really going to sit in the chair together.

Felix sighs into you. “We love being close, Seungminnie. I bet we can make room for one more.”

Seungmin’s smile and laugh are breathtaking. “That’s ok, Yongbok-ah. I’m still on barista duty.”

He walks away and Felix snuggles in with his mug, asking what you were talking about.

“Just how cute you are, Lix,” Jisung responds, giving him a poke in the side. Unfortunately, your talk about Seungmin is over.

ᯓ★

Over lunch, there’s debate over whether they’ve celebrated their temporary return to Korea enough or if you all might as well make this a weekend affair. It’s Chan vs. Minho, and Chan is definitely lacking supporters. You all know that he doesn’t take nearly enough time for himself, and last night ended early (by some people’s accounts). Everyone is still there anyway, not surprising considering how late you all woke up, so why not just see where things go.

“It’s not ‘seeing where things go’ if you’re going out to buy party supplies, Minho.” Chan is trying and failing to keep control. You decide it’s time to speak up.

“Channie, when’s the next time you guys are going to be able to do something like this? You know that you’ll start performing again in September, plus you’re gearing up for your next comeback. Come next week, you’re gonna be back to business.”

Chan looks at you, hand splayed over his chest with feigned hurt in his eyes. “Et tu, Noona? Fine, but we’re not inviting too many more people over if you guys are still trying to ‘get wild,’ got it?”

After that, you and the 3Retcha guys head out for a shower, change of clothes, and maybe a nap. Rather than heading to their place, Jisung offers to escort you to yours.

He picks up your previous conversation. “Listen, I’m not saying anything has or needs to change. We all love you. But I feel like I was picking up on something, and I wanna make sure you know that the rest of us wouldn’t treat or love you any differently if things did change.”

You consider his words carefully. He still hasn’t actually given you a reason to change things. Seungmin might’ve, with that kiss, but you hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to him yet. It may have been a spur of the moment situation. He clearly woke up hard with you rubbing against him and probably got caught up in the moment. You can’t hold him to it. And last night was nothing. A game and a goodnight kiss. “I know, Sungie. I just don’t think this is something you need to worry about.”

Jisung takes a quick nap in your bed while you shower, and after you dress, you climb into bed with him. It feels natural, normal. You snuggle until you end up waking up an hour or so later. Since he didn’t return to his dorm, he ends up showering and just wearing some of your clothes. You head back to the Cuties dorm after picking up everything on the grocery list Minho sent you. When you arrive, there’s much less fanfare than the day before. You drop things off in the kitchen, and hope that more people arrive before Seungmin emerges from his room and asks you to talk. You’re still not sure what to do about him.

Jeongin and his girlfriend are being disgustingly cute in the living room when you settle onto the couch. Soon, though, Jeongin leaves the room and it’s just you girls. “Can I ask you for advice about something?”

You’re a little surprised. It’s not that you don’t talk to her when you see her, but you’re not really friends. You don’t even have her number. “Sure, what’s up?”

She surprises you further by plopping down right next to you, and pulling out her phone for you to see. “Innie has been wanting to try some new stuff, and I’m not super sure about it. Have you ever used anything like this?”

You consider the image on her phone for a second. You now know more about Jeongin’s tastes than you ever thought you would. You like having this time to bond, though, so you answer and ask some questions of your own. You end up sharing about experiences you’ve had and fantasies yet to be fulfilled. Next thing you know 45 minutes have passed and you feel much closer to the girl who will hopefully be around for a long time.

“Okay, so tell me about you and Minnie?”

You search her face for a sign of.. anything. “What do you mean?

Finally, someone else is blushing. She keeps her eyes down as she says, “Oh, nothing. I just.. I must’ve misunderstood. I thought you guys were like getting together or something. You looked so cute together last night. I guess I just thought you were into him, too.”

Too. Your heart is beating faster, and your mind is racing. Does he have feelings for you? First Jisung, now her – or more likely Jeongin through her. “Are you saying –”

Speak of the devil, Jeongin lands on the couch on her other side suddenly. “What are you lovely ladies talking about?”

“Hi baby!” And just like that, they’re back to being disgustingly cute. After what feels like an hour-long kiss, they start talking about what games to play tonight, and your opportunity to ask what she may have heard from or about Seungmin is gone.

Eventually others arrive, Minho and Chan whip up a wonderful meal while the rest of you sing karaoke, and now it’s time for drinks to flow freely and games to begin. You and Seungmin have shared a few glances, but with all the others around, you haven’t had a moment alone. You can’t help but wonder what the night will hold.

⋆｡°✩

To be continued…

[crowleysgirl56]

Concerning the reactions to the comment David made to a young woman about the ending of Good Omens season 3 (including mine).

Firstly let me start by saying that most of my posts are to be taken a jokes. They are written to be mostly tongue in cheek, sarcastic and (what I think) are hilarious. So even though my previous post about freaking out about what David said might seem like I was legitimately panicking I just want to say that it was a joke and please don’t take it too seriously. Honestly I hope it just made you laugh, and you continued scrolling. If my post caused anyone to further their own anxiety or freak out, I apologise. If my post contributed to the fandom as a whole slightly losing their minds, I also apologise.

For those of you who took your reactions to David’s comment a step further and threatened that poor girl, insulted her, or were just generally mean to her, stop it! Don’t do that! Don’t be awful. Please be kind. Go and apologise!

With that out of the way, I did want to do a quick* analysis of the comment and perhaps address why people (and to a little extend myself) are feeling nervous.

To begin with, Neil has previously said (and this is a really good point), David was speaking directly to a fan, and was unaware he was being filmed. So when he says “maybe it’s not the ending you want”, he’s speaking directly to the person who asked him. We don’t know the context of their interaction beforehand and maybe she (or anyone else) had already expressed what their desire for the ending is, so this was his response. However taken out of context, the fandom has put themselves in the shoes of the person asking the question and therefore inserted themselves into the you part. The ending might not be want we want or expect. And considering the number of discussions the fandom participates in, the number of headcanons the fandom throw around, and the number of fanfics being written and read, whatever ending Neil has written is not going to satisfy everyone. It’s impossible to. But that is the same of any fandom really.

Speaking of fandoms, yes we are collectively nervous for a few reasons. One, for a good month there, we were convinced that the ending of season 2 was what the end of that story was going to be. Then when it was announced there’s still one more story to tell, there was another four months before it was finally confirmed that we were going to get that story. Two, case in point Game of Thrones. I don’t think I need to explain anymore than that. We have been burned before and now we’re worried it could happen again (though I will point out here, Neil has a better handle of storytelling and the love, devotion, and desire to finish a story that is beloved to him and is effectively a love letter to his best friend, compared to two TV producers who got bored and wanted to move onto other projects…). Three, filming is still 6 months away, and the premiere likely another year after that. A lot can happen in that time. So after these experiences, I can appreciate why people get nervous and a little in their heads about things.

In terms of the immediate reaction to what this could mean for the ending itself, I honestly cannot fathom how some people have managed to draw a straight line from “It might not be the ending you want” to “Terry would absolutely hate it”. Like, that just boggles my mind. HOW do you extrapolate that? David then immediately said “It’s a good ending”. So I think it’s safe to say that it will be good.

So let’s talk about endings and what people are mostly worried about.

1) Crowley and Aziraphale become human. This isn’t going to happen. Mainly because Neil has joked multiple times that this is the ending. Therefore if he says “this is what will happen” I’m pretty confident that this is what definitely won’t happen. You know after season 2, I ended up writing my own little fan fiction about them becoming human. I thought it was sweet and cute. Then I saw a lot of people absolutely hate that idea, so I never published it anywhere. Oh well.

2) Either one or both of them will die. Also not going to happen. Something tells me that Neil would not participate in the “bury your gays” trope. I do think that maybe there might be a non-permanent death or near death in the climax. But both will live, I’m positive of this.

3) Sex. I’ve spoken about this before. We’re not getting hardcore sexual activity. This is not the show for that. Neil has said before he’s not into writing that kind of thing. Do I think we’ll get more kissing? Yes. Do I think there will be implied sex? Maybe, hopefully, I’m wishing for it. But there is not going to be actual sex folks. Please make your way to AO3 for your reading pleasure.

4) The South Downs. And now we get to what I’m most worried about. That we won’t get what everyone assumes the ending will actually be. Crowley and Aziraphale retired and living in the South Downs. Will I be disappointed if this doesn’t happen? Absolutely. Will I lament here about it? Sure, probably. Will I send Neil abusive messages about how he destroyed and ruined the ending? NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! AND DON’T ANYONE ELSE DO THAT EITHER!

So, will the ending be what we want? There is every chance that it will be, but always a possibility that it won’t be. This is the nature of storytelling. You will never satisfy everyone. Will the ending be good? I have no doubt in my mind that it will be. David says it’s a good. I trust him. Neil says it will be good. I very much trust him.

This is a comedy, first and foremost. Comedies have happy endings. Let’s just take a collective breath and believe it to be so.

*by “quick” I actually meant “really long”. Sorry about that.

[cheri-2047]

Hello! I hope im doing this right hehe,,,

Can i request for a Lyney x fempainter!reader who's also a tsundere? Reader also has a soft spot for flowers :3 tysm in advanced!!!!

i have such a big Lyney brainrot sm to the point that my parents call him my boyfriend 😭

ANYWAYS. IVE been wanting to feed The lyney x reader tag cause I love my husband. thank u for the req btw !!

sorry if I made the reader a bit like,,, too much (??) my bad if I did

“Roses for you!”

TAGS: fluff ! CHARACTERS: Lyney, Rosseland, Mentions of Charlotte,

Poof

you were painting peacefully, while Lyney was out on a mission. Lately you had been running out of inspiration, so sometimes you would get his cat Rosseland to pose for you.

“guess who~”

Someone covered your eyes, appearing out of nowhere.

“you’re back early” you smiled, before the man who appeared behind you covered your eyes tighter

“You didn’t guess”

“ugh you- I mean my wonderful and amazing boyfriend, the one and only, the greatest man in Teyvat, Lyney!” You said sarcastically, Lyney chuckled as he felt you rolling your eyes.

“oh come on now! Don’t you want to see something cool?” “look Lyney- I’m- ah rosseland no go back!” you felt the cat rub against your leg, you got tickled a bit.

lyney chuckled at the sight, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, causing you to get tickled more

“ah-lyney” you laughed “stop!!”

He chuckled before letting go of your eyes

“tada!”

and just like that, your canvas was gone. “hey where did you-“

when you looked back, you saw him holding a bouquet of rainbow roses. You blushed

“why did you…”

“you said you were running out of inspo right?”

you nod

“and you know how I’ve been in a lot of missions lately right?”

you nod

“well I.. charlotte told me in a mission that rainbow roses signify romance and passion. And well… I got reminded of you”

you blushed, averting your gaze

“they’re fresh too! I Just picked them”

he smiled, sitting on a chair behind you and hugging you from behind.

“wait..picked them?”

“mmhm, I grew them myself.”

you were shocked, you didn’t even know that he had been growing flowers for you.

“just like my love has grown for you”

AND THAT WAS IT. That was the last straw, at this point you were a flustered mess and you didn’t know how to thank him. Let alone even look at him.

“Tsk…you shouldn’t have-“

“No- no buts! I wanted to, I love you”

he smiled, holding your chin to make you face him. He laughed, “my you’re so cute like this!” “shh!!” You crossed your arms, as your lover planted a kiss on your lips.

He moved the chair next to you and with a snap, the canvas re appeared and the roses in a vase in front of it

“can I Watch?”

you nod, and he lays his head on your shoulder as you start to sketch.

“your art is so pretty… I’ll never understand how you do it so well…” he mumbled as Rosseland hops into his lap. and just nuzzles against him a lot.

“I think rosseland agrees as well” he smiles. Looking up to see you for a bit

“still speechless Mon ange?” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I love you”

A/B: aaaaand that’s a wrap. I might draw this honestly HAHAHAHAH sorry it’s kinda short, I just kinda did whatever here. Also sorry if the French terms of endearments are wrong, I just searched it up. Anyways mon Ange is my Angel :>>> I had fun writing this WAAH I love Lyney so much (this is my second lyney post of the day…) btw, good luck on your art journey !!

btw… my Masterlist issue isn’t fixed yet, if anyone can comment how to fix it that would be a great help, thank you !! (And also comments to improve are also appreciated, anything about capitalization and grammar and stuff I know, I’m writing for fun so I don’t pay much attention to that HAHHAHA)

[rainbowchaox]

Go on Twitter because I wanna see fanart

Sees people wishing death on dapper to humble BBH because soulfire won yesterday

Close twitter

[fandoms-my-fandoms]

By the way guys, they released the list of other songs they’re gonna be using in part two.

I’m just gonna leave this here:

IM ACTUALLY GONNA GO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST, GO CRY, THROW MYSELF OFF THE NEAREST BRIDGE, AND BURY MYSELF ALIVE, IN FACT.

ADDING “YOU BELONG WITH ME” AS THE LAST SONG ON THIS LIST—MEANING IT’LL PROBABLY BE AT THE END OF EPISODE EIGHT—IS ACTUALLY SO CRUEL. LIKE. WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT IF THAT ISNT INTENTIONAL??? SCREAMING.

IM DEAD. IM LITERALLY SOBBING. SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP. HEAVING FOR MY LIFE. HOWLING. HYPERVENTILATING. GIGGLING. KICKING MY FEET. GAGGED.

lord have mercy on my soul. I’m never gonna recover from part two on Thursday. I’m literally going to ✨p a s s a w a y✨. HELP.

[evansbby]

[abby420]

lmao it’s literally a dumb fucking cartoon show about hell it’s not that deep lmaoooooo- “it’s time to lose your self loathing🎶, excuse yourself, let hope in 😊” 🥺😢😞

[madigoround]

You know when you make a mistake and you’re like oh that one’s going to come back to bite me later for sure but it’s already done oopsie daisies

[taviokapudding]

“GHoSt DoEsnT SmiLe”

Bruh you can hear the voice actor smirking when he talks to Soap & as he cracks jokes

[yukierree]

To the dude who just found it really funny to film me while yelling ‘Alien’ really loudly and scaring me, die.

[pierregaslays]

imagine your parents taking your ex’s side in the breakup over yours 🥲

[fingertipsmp3]

Whyyyyy would I have a romantic dream about my former coworker. I really woke up having soft thoughts about this stupid man 😵‍💫 absolute idiocy!!!!!!

[carlando]

there’s the battle on track at suzuka and the battle on my dash about daniel ricciardo and i’m not sure which is more violent at the minute