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avis-writeshq · 4 years

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader: In Case You Didn’t Know

Requested: By myself

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Summary: As far as everyone could tell, you were friends with Bakugou. The two of you had quite the history, after all. But when one is never able to convey his feelings, things can take quite a turn.

Warnings: Coarse language (I mean, it’s Bakugou), fluff, a bit of angst, trash writing

Other: For mah good friend @lyz-fics who needs a heck ton of comforting because sChoOL. Also loosely based off of the song ‘In Case You Didn’t Know’! Oh, and whipped this baby up in half-an-hour so don’t hate meh

Word count: 1,738

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

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As far as everyone could tell, you were friends with Bakugou. It was true that you hung around him quite often, always cheering him on during fights and standing by him whenever there was something going on. It came to the point where many believed you and Bakugou were a thing until he shot that idea down quite harshly. You were basically a stray puppy following the person who gave you food and the unlucky person just happened to be him. In all honesty, the male had actually grown accustomed to you being around him. He certainly made a use for you, too.

There were multiple times where he made you be his ‘errand girl’. In other words, kind of a slave. He would order you around saying, “Get me some water!” or, “I asked for luke-fucking-warm! Who the fuck drinks freezing cold water?!”

There were multiple occasions where Momo or Ashida asked why you even bothered with Bakugou. Your answer was always the same.

“I want to support him in any way I can. He and Izuku are my good friends. Even if my quirk isn’t strong for battles, I can still help out with healing!”

Unfortunately for you, despite always being the one to cheer him up, you would sometimes end up on the receiving end of Bakugou’s wrath. Usually, it was nothing crazy, just him ranting and complaining about the class.

“FUCKING DEKU!” Bakugou yelled one day as he stormed into his dorm. Throwing his glass of water to the ground, you made a mental note to always use a water bottle when giving him his water.

You raised an eyebrow, barely looking up from the book you were reading. “What happened this time, Katsuki-Kun?”

“Does he take me for a fucking fool?”

“You’re acting quite foolish at the moment,” you drawled, suppressing the smile that was trying to stretch across your face.

He grunted angrily, sounding between an angry pig or a pooping cow. You didn’t bother saying anything more as you placed your book down and began to gather the broken glass. Katsuki did a double-take. Did he seriously think that you would get away with picking up glass with your bare hands?

“Oi, what the fuck are you doing, idiot?”

You blinked. “I’m cleaning the mess that you made…?”

He ran a hand through his unruly hair. “You’re gonna get hurt, dumbass. Use a broom or something.”

“It’s carpet,” you deadpanned, continuing to pick up the pieces of glass only to have one prick into your skin. You hissed, drawing your hand back. It was drawing a little bit of blood, and there was no doubt a small shard of glass embedded into your skin.

“See, what the fuck did I tell you?”

You sighed, “I can heal myself.”

“There’s a piece of glass in your hand. You tryna get infected or something?”

“Baku-“

You were cut off by him lifting you up and forcing you to sit down, grabbing a pair of tweezers from his first aid kit. “Hold still, dammit.”

“I can handle- hey, that hurts!”

“Well, I got the fucking glass out! Now say thank you.”

You sighed. “Yeah, thanks. I’ll ask Iida for a vacuum.”

With that, you walked out of the dorm room. Meanwhile, Bakugou was trying to ease his rapidly beating heart. God, why did you have to put yourself into dangerous situations like that? Were you trying to make him worry or something? He wiped his face to calm himself down. Dammit.

***

Bakugou had no filter. And this was one of his… not so good moments. He was pissed. Up to the point where Kirishima, Ashida, Jiro and the others were too scared to go into the common room. The door was cracked open slightly, and they all peaked through waiting for Bakugou to go back into his dorm or faint from exhaustion. That’s how you came upon the scene. You wanted to get your notebook to show Izuku different costume designs when you were bombarded with requests.

“(Y/N), Bakugou is going crazy!” Sero exclaimed, not giving you a chance to say something.

Ashida nodded, “Yeah! He’s not letting us go into our dorms! I just want to take a freaking shower!”

“He’s getting in the way of our schedules!” Iida said, chopping the air with his hand. “If this keeps happening, the teachers will end up getting involved!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. They were acting as if Bakugou was some crazy monster or something; in reality, he can be a real softie sometimes. You were sure that there was just a small misunderstanding between him and one of his classmates.

The students led you to the door of the common room, and you couldn’t help but survey the damage. What the hell? A vase was broken, the TV had a crack in it and a phone was thrown promptly across the room.

“So this is what you do when I’m not around.” You remarked, drawing the attention of Bakugou who was sulking on the couch.

“No my fault everyone is acting like a piece of shit,” Kutsuki grumbled, “Fucking extras.”

“What did they do?” You asked gently, glancing at the TV that was very much needing a replacement.

He didn’t say anything. This probably meant it was really stupid.

Tapping your foot on the ground and crossing your arms over chest, you gave him a pointed look. “They didn’t do anything, did they?”

“I’M TELLING YOU THEY DID!”

“You didn’t tell me anything,” you argued.

“If you’re gonna act like that, why don’t you just run along with fucking Deku?”

You blinked. “I’m just trying to help you.”

“WELL, I DON’T NEED YOU! I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP OKAY?!”

Silence. There was no doubt the other students heard his outburst from behind the door. “Is that how you really feel?”

“Wait-”

It must have dawned on him. The look on his face said so, anyway. He looked like he was going to punch himself.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

And with your tears brimming in your eyes, you stormed out of the room, Uraraka catching your arm. She looked like she was about to say something but you cut her off. “The common room will be empty in 5 minutes. Count on it.”

You were right.

***

3 weeks. You had been ignoring Bakugou for 3 weeks. It was getting to the point where even Aizawa felt as if something was up. Hell, you even went up to him to ask if you could swap seats with Aoyama who was the furthest away from him and closest to the door. It was a strange request coming from you; you were always sitting directly next to Bakugou – why did you want to change now? Tsuyu was also concerned, and as your closest friend besides Katsuki, she knew something was going on between the two of you.

Mina was doing her best not to push you together because she knew you would kill her for that. But the tension in the air was unbearable. You were always the one initiating conversations, so that was why the classroom was always so lively in the morning. For the past couple of weeks, there was only obvious tension as Bakugou got angrier and angrier.

‘What are you doing talking to stupid Deku? Why the hell are you laughing with him? Is he better company than I am?’ he thought to himself, glaring at the wall.

That’s when he heard it.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s up with you and Kacchan?”

The room froze. Mina and Ochako were right by your side, while Asui grabbed a bar of chocolate for you. You just smiled. “Nothing’s up.”

“But aren’t you guys close? I thought you were together or something…” Midoriya continued, ignoring the warning looks from Momo.

“No, not really. And we’re not together.”

That was the last straw. Storming across the classroom, Bakugou had grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room, ignoring Iida’s complaints about it being 5 minutes until class.

“Hey! What are you-”

“Just shut up already!”

You tugged your arm away from him, rubbing your wrist lightly. “What do you want?”

He flinched at his steely tone, eyes fixed on your wrist. “Did I hurt you?”

Scoffing, you shifted your footing so that you were leaning on your back leg. “It’s not the first time.”

“Why are you talking to Deku?”

“What’s wrong with me talking to him? He’s my friend, Bakugou.”

He can’t remember the last time you called him by his last name. Has it really been that long ago? “I didn’t mean what I said,” he mumbled, a tinge of red on the apples of his cheeks.

“What did you mean? My friendship wasn’t something you wanted, I get it. I just thought that you would have… I don’t know… been more comfortable with me after time.” You rolled your eyes preparing to walk back to your class. “Apparently, that’s not the case.”

“I am comfortable around you!” He yelled suddenly, his face getting redder. “Why do you have to make it so… so hard?!”

“I make it hard? I’ve been helping you for the past year! I’ve been cheering you on, helping you train, healed you. What did I do that is so bad?!”

Despite the rapid beating of his heart, Katsuki took your hand and pulled you towards him so that you collided with his chest. With your ear pressed directly against his chest, he tried to calm himself down. “Ya hear that? That is what you do to me.”

You felt your face burn as you listened to his heartbeat. It was quick, slightly uneven, and his chest rose and fell with his breaths.

“Do you like me?”

His breath was caught in his throat. Shit. He buried his face in your neck. “Yeah. I do.”

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conartisthaiji · 2 years

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okay okay okay. that autism test fucked me uppppp like what do you mean it wasn’t all in my head. what do you mean i had legitimate grounds to be suspicious. and what do you mean I WAS RIGHT???

#lyz talks #im like actually ready to talk about it i think #cuz holy fuckkkk i might be autistic! i probably am autistic. oh my GOD #because no one-NO ONE-has ever suggested that it was a possibility #except one teeny tiny joke anna made about eye contact this summer #and thats it. i thought i was going crazy. i thought i was seeing things #but NO i actually was right i saw the signs and i took a guess and then i spent years convincing myself i was wrong but NO. I WAS RIGHT #i dont even know what my next steps should be like i spent so long convincing myself i was making shit up that now im like ?!#but yeah. yeah! my worlds fucking imploded on itself! and ive got autism!!

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knittingdreams · 3 years

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Fireheart - Chapter 13

Time for a new chapter of Fireheart! :)

Thanks so much for everybody that’s been reading, and remember, if you’re not up to date with the story, you can find all the chapter in the Masterlist :D

CHAPTER 13

Cheering with the squad

“I can’t believe it’s October already! Where has the first month of classes gone?” Thea said happily as Kaya lifted her onto her shoulders.

“Girls, concentrate, we can talk after practice is over,” Lysandra’s voice rose over the sound of the music. “We have 3 months until the season starts, and I want this year to be the best!”

Thea and Kaya stopped talking and concentrated as the whole team kept practicing some shapes. Celaena didn't know why she found herself drawn to the two girls, as she often watched how easily they got along despite seeming so opposite to each other.

She had ended up joining the team as a base, trying not to call too much attention to herself. She was paired up with Ansel at the moment, who was always beaming with energy and trying to make up conversation.

“That cute guy is looking at us from the bleachers,” Ansel interrupted as they all lined up to rehearse some dance moves twenty minutes later.

Celaena looked up and noticed Sam sitting on his own, casually flipping over a magazine as he watched them practice. When their eyes met, he smirked, and she almost wanted to laugh. He would tease her about this until the end of their days, she knew it. Not because she was a bad cheerleader, but because she had always teased the kind of girls that got up to such things.

The girls she was training with had proved to be so different from her initial impressions, and she had come to even like some of them; especially Ansel. The fire-haired girl was fierce and funny, and Celaena could see how they would've been good friends under different circumstances.

“Who is he here for?” Ansel asked the group as she lifted her brows playfully. Lysandra turned around to look at the bleachers, and Celaena watched as Sam’s smile widened.

“Sam! Stop distracting the crew!” Lysandra yelled loud enough for him to hear. Sam lifted his hands in apology and turned around to keep reading the magazine with his back to the field. “Perfect, now bees, let’s get back into it! In five, six, seven, eight!”

As the beat dropped, Celaena instinctively pulled her sweater down before she started to follow Lysandra’s lead. They practiced the same routine five times before the training concluded for the day, and everybody started to stretch on their own. Sam made his way down the bleachers slowly and approached the field.

The jocks were on the other paddock yelling loudly and bumping chests as they did every time they had a good training session. For such a small school, Celaena was still surprised they had two fields, but she guessed it was a way of showing off how much money they had.

“Hey Lys, how did it go?” Sam asked as he got next to the queen bee and casually handed her a bottle of strawberry-flavored water that he took out of his bag.

“Would’ve been better if you weren’t there distracting my girls.” She pushed him lightly in the shoulder, and Sam staggered back, feigning pain.

“Ow, that still hurts!”

“I’m so sorry! I forgot about the shoulder!” Lysandra raised her hands to her mouth, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. If she had known Sam for longer, she would have noticed the way his eyes diverted to the side, like every time he was lying.

A second later, Sam was laughing, and Lysandra was punching him again, this time a bit harder. His shoulder had fully healed a week ago, and his bruising had finally disappeared. He was back to looking like his usual cheerful self; not like he had ever stopped being his painfully cheerful self.

Celaena huffed and got up from the ground, her stretching all done. She was about to head back to the locker room when she spotted Aedion coming their way, and her curiosity won the battle. She stood close enough to Sam and Lys, stretching her quads again by bringing her heel to her glute.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” Aedion reached Lysandra and wrapped an arm around her.

“Aw, you’re so sweaty!” She squirmed, making Aedion hold her even tighter.

“Hey Sam, what are you doing around here?” Aedion asked once he stopped wrestling with his girlfriend.

“I had some spare time between classes and thought I’d pop and say hi. Also, I wanted to bring this magazine to Lys,” he added as he passed it over. Celaena moved to stretch her calves, trying to stick around to hear where the conversation was going. She was surprised to see the three of them seemed to be pretty close.

“Oh my God! You found it!” The queen bee squealed happily as she let go of Aedion and wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck, still holding the magazine in one hand.

Aedion cleared his throat loudly, and Sam and Lysandra let go of each other and looked at him, big smiles still plastered on their faces. “You know, I’m still here,” Adion said in a stern voice, crossing his arms over his chest.

To Celaena’s surprise, both Sam and Lysandra laughed out loud at his words, and as both team captains hugged each other again, Sam stood there, a huge smile on his face.

“Sorry, you know how it is,” Sam said after a moment, shrugging with one shoulder. Aedion let go of Lysandra, and they stood side by side, arms around each other’s waists, and Lysandra’s head resting on Aedion’s shoulder.

“If I didn’t fully trust my girlfriend, I would think you are trying to steal her from me, Cortland.” Aedion still sounded stern, but playful at the same time.

“I would never dare,” Sam replied, making Celaena wonder what kind of game was going on between those three. Sam was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, making her even more confused. She was sure he hadn’t lied, but he still seemed oddly nervous.

Celaena got an idea then and realized that was as good of a time to interrupt as any, so she casually strolled the few steps towards the group.

“Hey, Lyz,” she said with her biggest smile, slipping into the cool popular kid vibe in a second. “About that team meeting on Saturday... What time is that going to be again?”

“My house, at eight,” Lysandra replied, her arm still wrapped around Aedion’s waist.

“What are you meeting for?” Sam interrupted, seeming genuinely curious.

“Halloween planning, the bees are on the committee organizing a party,” Lysandra looked at Celaena with a frown. “Let me guess, you're bailing on us. You bailed on our squad tea party two weeks ago too!" She pouted dramatically, making Celaena want to roll her eyes. In the past two weeks of training with the squad, she had learned to tolerate Lysandra, but the captain could still be so insistent and annoying sometimes.

"So sorry, Lys, I have some family coming over to visit, I promised I'd make time for them," Celaena lied, knowing that she needed a plausible excuse to bail again. She could be there for a while before the fight, but she preferred to have that time to warm up and practice. She wanted to make sure she had her head on the game for the first official night of the tournament.

Lysandra let go of Aedion and crossed her arms over her chest, looking like a little girl throwing a tantrum while Aedion moved his arm over to her shoulders, casually rubbing little circles with his thumb. She opened her mouth as if to complain, but then turned around to face Sam with a grin. "Why don't you join instead? You have really good taste, and you managed to find me a copy of that design magazine I couldn't find anywhere! You could be a helpful asset planning this party! You certainly look more fun than Celaena here," she joked as she looked at Sam with pleading eyes.

"Sorry, I…" Sam stammered.

"That's such a good idea, Sam can replace me!" Celaena plastered a huge smile on her face as she threw a knowing glance at Sam.

She hadn't found anything helpful after watching the cameras she had put in Dorian's penthouse, so she thought Sam getting close to Lysandra would lead to him getting close to Aedion too. Maybe they could find some leads there.

"Actually," Celaena added, "maybe Aedion should go too, so you have a better masculine perspective and Sam doesn't feel out of place." Aedion looked at her, almost seeming surprised that she was directly talking to him, or at least about him. In all her time in the squad, she had tried to keep her distance from her cousin.

"That sounds like such a good idea!" Lysandra beamed as she hooked an arm around each of the boys' waists, tugging them closer to her.

Celaena knew Sam would scold her for not allowing him to be there for the tournament, but she didn't care. She was almost starting to trust Sam, and it’d be better if they split up and covered more ground. And she didn’t want Sam knowing her aunt might be involved in the fights, not until she had more information about it, not until she was sure if Sam was fully on her side or not.

***

When Celaena heard the front door, she stilled and waited patiently but on alert. She slid a hand under the pillow, holding the handle of the knife she kept there for emergencies, while she uncrossed her legs slowly. Even if she was convinced she knew who it was, she was always ready for a fight.

“Hey there,” Sam said as he got to her room, and Celaena let go of the knife, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You need to stop sneaking in like you live here.”

“Oh, you know, we’ve lived together for so long, I almost feel like this is my place too. And I kind of like it here, it’s cozy and fancy at the same time.” Sam walked towards the bed where she was laying and plummeted down, his arms crossed behind his head.

“But it’s not your place.” Celaena closed her laptop and stood up, looking down at Sam, with a scowl.

Sam pointed to the computer with a nod of his head. “Nothing new going on in the penthouse, I assume?”

“Nothing ever happens up there, I’m starting to believe Dorian Sr. might be clean, he’s so boring and predictable.” Celaena stretched her arms and headed over to her dresser.

“Are you ready for today’s fight?”

“As ready as can be,” she yelled back from inside the dresser, throwing her black catsuit on the bed and coming out with her favorite lace-up fighting boots.

Sam looked at her for a moment, as if debating whether to ask a question or not. “Spit it,” she said as she stood in front of him, arms crossed again. Their relationship had gone back to almost being a friendship as it had been before the incident, and Celaena still found it weird that she felt so comfortable around him. Sam was back to his easy-going self, playing jokes on her and smiling that annoying confident smile of his.

“Why did you not want me there? Arobynn will have my head for not being at the fights to report back to him if he ever finds out, which I hope he doesn’t. I’ve never been happier about him being out of town.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you there, is that I rather have you close to Aedion. If you’re gonna be involved, you might as well be helpful.” She was considering infiltrating her uncle’s office, but Sam didn’t need to know that. “Now, off you go, go plan that party, I need to get ready to head over to that dungeon.” She dismissed Sam with a shake of her wrist and started getting changed.

Sam smiled widely at her before walking out, clearly content with the fact that she was letting him be a part of the game again.

Celaena always took her time to get ready, both physically and mentally. Doing her makeup for the fight was almost like a ritual that helped her get into the right mind frame.

When she walked through the shady alley later that night, she was feeling confident and was buzzing with positivity, ready for a fight. She clenched and unclenched her fists as she got to the metal door at the dead end, and knocked three times.

Her smug smile dropped as the door opened up, and she found herself facing not the usual bulky black doorman, but none other than her guard from the first round of fights.

“We meet again,” Celaena said casually as he moved to the side and she walked past him.

“So it seems,” he replied nonchalantly, following her in. “You’re pretty early, you’re the first one in.”

Surprised about the chit chat, she turned around to face him at the threshold of the back room, propping an arm over the door frame.

“So, you’ve been working here for long, mate?” She used her sweet tone, the one reserved for information seeking, and battered her lashes as she smiled and waited for a response.

“That is none of your business,” he said nonchalantly, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. “And stop calling me that, I’m not your fucking mate.”

“What should I call you, then? I don’t even know your name.” Celaena didn’t know why she was so intent on getting closer to this guy, but she told herself he could have valuable knowledge. He had seemed to know the lady in the shadows, and any information she could get would be useful. She was starting to get frustrated about the lack of information she had collected, so it was probably time to begin playing some new games.

“That is none of your business either, are you always such a busybody?”

There was a cress between his brows that made him look older. He didn’t look that much older than her, maybe only a few years, but there was something in his expression that made him look almost ancient. Like he was carrying a huge weight on his back. Celaena ran her eyes down his broad shoulders, and she got lost for a moment staring at his tattooed arm. He had a full sleeve of black inked lines that seemed to dance across his muscles, and disappeared under the sleeve of his top. The lines continued up to his neck, tracing his jawline and getting lost behind his ear. When she made her way back to his eyes, they were still fixed on her face, his expression serious, and Celaena mindlessly fixed the laced mask before clearing her throat.

“I guess I might be, I’m just naturally curious,” she replied finally. “I’ve been rude, I apologize,” she extended her arm forward. “You can call me Fireheart,” she said, waiting for him to give his name in response.

The guard’s arms stayed crossed over his chest as he looked at her outstretched hand, and he breathed out loudly. “I know who you are, Fireheart,” he spat her nickname as if it was an insult, and Celaena dropped her arm as well as her smile.

He turned around and walked three steps before stopping on his tracks, and looking over his shoulder. There was doubt in his expression when his lips parted.

“I’m Rowan,” he said almost between his teeth, and then he was gone.

Celaena turned around with a grunt and dropped her bag loudly over one of the wooden benches as she shook her head. “Rowan,” she hissed. “He looked more like an asshole to me.”

#fireheart #chapter thirteen #tog fandom #throne of glass fanfic #celaena #rowan #sam #lysandra #aedion

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lyzolkomultiverseiii · 4 years

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Vanna Youngstein : designing, favorite fairy tales, and what is was like to be our guest teacher for January’s Refashion Workshop with Fosterpride NYC.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Interview with designer Vanna Youngstein for Multiverseiii blog

Vanna teaches a Refashion How to workshop with us!

@vannakitty

Lyz : Where are you from and when did you move to NYC?

Vanna Youngstein: I'm from London and moved to New York around 10 years ago — but I go back to London for long periods of time, as I love both cities.

Lyz : When did you start your line? Did you intend to start as a full line or did you just want to create some tees?

VY: I started my line a few years ago. I made the first tee for myself, and when I would wear it, everyone would shout out to me in the street asking about the shirt. I would be styling a shoot and people on set would be asking me where they could buy the tee. I eventually started making them and I put the first one in a music video that I styled — it really took off from there.

Lyz : What is the first shirt you made?

VY: The first t-shirt I made was "Cherry Baby" — the classic one with red flock on a white baby tee. I was really focused on those two words and wanted to start my brand with just one tee. Then I quickly made the baby blue and red version and the baby pink and red version.

Lyz : Your designs are all text based and so perfect for the brand. “Cherry Baby”, “Atomic”, “Tokyo Princess”, “Cara Mia”, “Stellar”..... What do these words mean to you and how did you come up with the aesthetic representation for the tanks?

VY: Thank you! I use mostly text based designs, but I do some cartoons and other images as well. I think about the words I’m going to use for a while before I make them into a tee - It’s something that has to feel right and be true to the feeling created so far. I am constantly researching and going over inspirations, themes and ideas, and then they just gradually come from there. Some phrases stick with me over the years, or I think about what my customers would want to wear at that moment in the year. “Cara Mia” for example is what Gomez calls Morticia in The Addams Family so that always stuck with me. The words/slogans always end up being quite cheeky or romantic or punchy. I try to mix tomboy and feminine together a lot and I like to work with mixing retro and modern techniques together. The Stellar tee has sparkle letters as well as heat press studs. I try to use deadstock tees where possible.

Lyz: What did you study in college and where did you go?

VY: I studied Fashion Design at the University of the Creative Arts.

Lyz : What jobs did you have prior to doing your line full time?

VY: I have always worked in fashion since I was about 16! My first job was working a Saturday job at a cool little shop in Portobello Road in London. Before doing my line, I designed for other large labels in New York and Japan and I am still a stylist.

LYZ : Top 10 favorite movies?

VY:

1- The Godfather 2- Pretty Woman 3- Life Lessons 4- Rocky 5- Vanilla Sky 6- Betty Blue 7- Chungking Express (second part) 8- Jackie Brown 9- Desperately Seeking Susan 10- Goodfellas 11- True Romance (I can't stick to ten!)

LYZ : Top 10 Favorite cartoon characters?

YV:

1- Bambi 2- Jessica Rabbit 3- Betty Boop 4- Snow White 5- Red 6. Count Duckula 7- Toodles Galore 8- Roger Rabbit 9- Ariel 10- Big Bad Wolf

LYZ : Pixar — yes or no?

VY: Yes but I’m a Classic Disney movie girl. I really like Ratatouille and Toy Story though!

LYZ: Favorite colors?

VY: Blue, Baby Pink, Silver.

LYZ: Top 10 Favorite books?

VY:

The Avocado Baby by John Burningham Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare The Godfather by Mario Puzo Une Famille by Cleo Le Tan 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The Rare and The Beautiful by Cressida Connolly The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

LYZ : Favorite fairy tales?

VY : Princess and the Pea, Snow White and Rose Red, Rapunzel, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Little Red Riding Hood.

LYZ: You have collaborated with some big hitting brands like X Girl Japan, Agnes B and Opening Ceremony — how does that feel, and is there a dream collab you want to do?

VY : it feels amazing to have collaborated with those brands that I have looked up to since I was really young. It is truly a dream come true to work with them! I have a new, even bigger collection coming out with X-Girl next summer that I am currently working on. My future dream collabs would be Hysteric Glamour, Chanel and Miu Miu.

FH: How did you come about teaching an artist “How to…….” workshop with Fosterpride? What was your lesson plan?

VY : Lyz Olko who is a good friend of mine and who actually founded the “Refashion Workshop” series kindly asked me if I would be interested in teaching a workshop on making tees, and I thought it was a great idea — so we brainstormed together and I decided to do a Puffy Paint workshop. I thought it could be a fun medium to base a class around. It is an easy way of making t-shirts look retro and modern simultaneously. I really was inspired by the work already done by Fosterpride in their workshops. My lesson plan was to start with a brief background on my inspirations and how I go about designing tees. Then I wanted it to be based around everyone experimenting and using different appliqués to enhance their designs.

LYZ : The booklets you made for the class are amazing.

VY : Thank you so much! I really wanted to make a zine-like booklet to go along with the course that had various images that I felt were inspiring and tied everything together. There were pictures of Kelis, Neneh Cherry, The Runaways, and Thora Birch in Ghost World all wearing cult tees mixed with various puffy paint or knitted 80s and 90s sweaters from eBay. I wanted to show memorable images that have inspired me mixed with different techniques and ways of creating a tee. I included a few pages of people wearing my t-shirts, and I had a page for puffy paint tips. The last page was a large blank t-shirt for designing your own tee before you start.

Check out pics from our workshop here!

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simp-lyzity · 2 years

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155 posts created (26%)

451 posts reblogged (74%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.9 posts.

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#jia my beloved tysm this really made my heart soar i love it sm ty u can always write a fic in ur rb i’ll always read it and respond tysm <3

My Top Posts in 2021

..would any of these keyboards be good for a beginner who has no experience what so ever

These are already so expensive to me hhh

Yes! both pianos would be good, as long as they can play the notes right. if ur gonna order those tho, make sure they come w the right equipment for u to play bc u don't wna be surprised w costs for wires and speakers etc. they're electronic so they won't need any tuning and if u have a location u can play that's good too. stands might be easier to work w but if u have a table that'll work! did u see the other post w the keyboards linked to it? i think they might be a bit cheaper if ur talking ab cost, there were some at i think uhhhh 200??? P for u if i did my math right. some were a lot more expensive but idk shipping costs-

here;s the link in case u didn't see it but i can look for more keyboards and send u links if u want?

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and now with my few followers on this new blog, hello moots how did we meet ilu

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i cannot express to you how terrible it is if you're in someone's inbox sending them hate. truly, it blows my mind. this person who likely did nothing to you deserves such a level of negativity, why? what purpose does this serve for you? does taking down other people make you feel better? does this satisfy some urge? go to a therapist. i'm serious. go to a therapist.

this is a link for free online therapy services.

these people probably don't deserve your hate. and if they do? they probably want to elicit that response from you. i'm a very confrontational, very aggressive person. i don't like indirectness, i don't like passive-aggression, i would rather be straightforward and blunt. it's hard for me to not immediately respond to hate with anger, so i get it. but it will take a lot more energy for you to actively engage someone in hateful interactions than it will be to block and move on.

but don't be that jerk in someone's inbox trying to make them feel bad. ESPECIALLY on anonymous. have the guts to own up to what you say. tease, joke, poke fun at your friends, sure, but make sure that your friends know it's in good-natured fun. don't be here trying to hurt people in communities that are trying to build people up.

19 notes • Posted 2021-10-05 09:24:32 GMT

HELP THE HOT GUY IN MY CLASS THOUGHT I WAS SAD AND OFFERED ME A HUG AND SAID I SMELLED GOOD- AND HE GIVES GOOD HUGS AND NOW HES SITTING NEXT TO ME HELP

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i want to make out with xiao

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #the only one i regret is the hot guy in my class because wow that did not turn out well

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ohmygillygoshoppler · 6 years

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a snippet of something im working on.

feat @conflictedrider @imagine-darksiders @darksiders-scenarios and one line of dialogue from our dear ruler @notesz-b

i’ll finish it all later on, maybe tomorrow.

Simone sat and stared at the little girl asleep on her little bedroll, holding that worn dirty unicorn close. The witch watched her, listened to her breathing. She was separating oils from her spell waters, and had some time to sit quietly and keep an eye on her little witchling. This was the first few hours of sleep she'd gotten in days. She was even drooling on her pillow.

The elder peeked out her tent flap, at the figures moving around outside. They were prepping for another run.

Simone stepped outside, clad in nothing but the dashiki that fell just above her knees. It would have been okay, had Skinny and Nico not joked about Simone having actual legs. Wearing a dress had it's downsides, she supposed. It was later in the afternoon, almost dusk, but it was still light out.

The witch shuffled on up to the Mess Hall, shoving the heavy metal door aside and peeking into the kitchen. Everything was put up and cleaned up (as clean as it could be, anyhow,) and the place was empty. Everyone must be out at the gates, she thought.

She exited through the entrance and squinted, her eyes felt sunburnt from her late night communion. The sun wasn't too bright anymore, but it was still too bright for her to handle.

"Hi Simone," Weasel gave a quiet greeting, puzzled at how the witch was cowering and shrinking in the light. "You alright?"

"Ha, I'm fine, hon. Thanks." Simone entered the shaded area of the overhang and rubbed her eyes.

"You look like you've just woken up." Ellie interjected.

"You look sun struck," Zarah added.

"You look gross." Noe bluntly stated from the picnic table where she sat carving little symbols into the table top with one of her knives.

"I feel gross, and sun struck, and a little sick, but I'll be just fine. I've just spent to much on healing everyone else that-"

"You never take time to heal yourself, Simone. You hungry?" Weasel was already up from their seat, moving to meet the witch at her side, ushering her over to the second table where the other ladies sat.

"I am a little hungry-"

"Here, sit here and I'll get you something to snack on." And with that, Simone was seated next to Zarah and the Weasel was off into the Mess Hall.

Simone crossed her arms and let her head drop into them. Simone, not wearing her usual gown suddenly felt naked. She couldn't remember the last time she had that thing washed.

Ellie placed a hand on the witch's head, smoothing her hair back. "Did ya ever get Bridge to go to sleep?" she asked.

"Finally, and she's been asleep for a few hours. Nothing scared her out of it yet."

"That's good," Zarah spoke around a sip from her canteen. "I was worried about her since yesterday. Poor thing was asleep on her feet, she could hardly speak to me."

Weasel returned with a steaming bowl of something, she was hissing and blowing in it as she quickly approached the picnic table. She all but slammed the bowl down in front of the witch, rousing her from her fatigue and spilling a bit of its contents out onto the table top.

"Ow, that's hot," they grumbled from beneath their scarf. "Lyz made a whole pot of ramen, it's still super hot." They handed over a set of chopsticks, Simone's preferred utensil, and sat across from her.

"Is it really?" Simone sarcastically grinned as she pushed the bowl closer with her finger. "Thank you, dear."

Ellie leaned close and inhaled a great deal through her nose, her face hovering over Simone's bowl. She was abruptly shoved away.

"Why is everyone prepping for another run?" The witch asked no one in particular as she stirred her noodles.

"Not a run, something was stalking outside of camp. They're getting ready to set out and kill whatever it is before it comes back with more friends."

Simone felt a chill run across her arms and down her spine. She played it off and blew into her noodles, continuing to stir. "What do you think it was? A big one?"

"Nah, nothing too huge to handle. Some hellounds, maybe a few of those zombies or whatever. Nothing too serious."

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#apocalypse survivors #drabble #snippet #derp

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goldenguillotines · 2 years

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Wicata, my beloved! I heard you're gonna have a sleepover happening?

"X OHOHO?? You heard??? Hehehe! I was planning on inviting you buttttttttttt Katz was a little prickly about who was invited.. buuuttt maybe neXt time? We can make it a little thing if ya want!! X"

"X But yep! Yep! Got the idea after hanging out with Lyz!!! Such a sweet thing they are!!! I'm so glad! Got the funny little idea when we were getting everyone matching socks!! Hehehe!! I can't wait to wear em all together!!! Not everyone said they'd show.. which figures yknow? Hmm.. I think Masayo and Nakaou said they're down.. Katz is a given.. Lyz said yeah.. Just trying to convince Milo to join up!! Riaske said he had a match to go to.. and Mickeys been errrr- well.. Hes a little busy! X"

"X I can't wait!! I'm hopin Cherryboy agrees.. I heard that they've been getting along better with Lyz.. maybe everyone can get to see em on better terms! ... and Maybe I can try to nudge em together a little more?~ X"

#ic #ask #Wicata #💜

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kpopchangedme · 6 years

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To tease you, Yongguk decides to claim that the main character of your popular online Pirates!AU Fanfiction is inspired by him. Little does he know…

Protagonists: Bang Yongguk & You

Word Count: 8.8k

Genre: FicWriter!Au - Friends to lovers - Romance - Smut - Pirates!AU - (Kind of a Fic-ception?)

Rating: NC-17 - NSFW - *Explicit Sex* - *Swearing* - *Violence*

Snippet: “If he is your ruin then so be it. You don’t care, you want it all. You will become his everything and him yours; even if you must vanish into each other tonight. “Please, Guk… Stay…””

Lyz’ note: I was tasked by Santa’s elves to create for the magnificent @yehet-me-up as part of the KpopTrashNet’s Holiday Haul! Here it goes Sarah, I really hope you enjoy this. You’re often using our weaknesses to wreck us and this is my revenge. Also: I’m sorry this took is so long, tell me what you think! HO. HO. HO.

M A S T E R L I S T

The dim light is drawing shadows on the dark stranger’s face, hiding most of his emotions, but you already know he’s unhappy. His breathing is deeper, gaze heavy when he slowly approaches you. To keep your fingers from shaking, you grab the edge of your corset. If there’s a thing your father taught you about pirates it’s that although they abide no laws, they usually respect courage and determination. Sadly, you know you lack both of those qualities. It’s okay though, you just need to make them believe you are strong. The tall man finally comes to a stop when his face is a few centimeters from yours, studying you.

“This doesn’t look anything like a muskets shipment.” Although his gaze is still boring into yours, it’s clear he’s talking to the small and stocky built man that brought you here.

“The w-weapons were gone, Cap’n!” There’s fear in his voice and you try to not think too much about why he seems to be so afraid of the man in front of you. “Somebody t-tip them off… We took her instead; she’s the d-daughter of the Gov’nor.”

At this revelation, the Captain’s face pales and his eyes leave yours to briefly glance the man’s way.

“Leave us.” His order is immediately obeyed and the door slams when the pirate hurriedly exits the cabin.

You know you promised yourself that you’d stay strong, but the perspective of being left alone in the Captain’s room makes you panic. Without really meaning to, you try to take a step back, only to be stopped by a piece of furniture.

“Is it true?” The stranger leans in too close, not bothered the slightest by your evident display of fear. He smells of rum, salt and sweat.

“Yes.” You force yourself to roll back your shoulders, proudly. “I am y/n, daughter of the Governor of this holy land and coast.” You raise your chin, braving his glare again and you’re surprised when he smirks, amused by your change of attitude.

“Not that. I don’t care who your father is; I’m not into hostage trading.” He tilts his head and licks his lips, letting his words sink in. “How did your father hear about our little raid?”

Not into hostage trading. Meaning you’re not getting off this ship, at least not alive. Incapable of stopping your panicked train of thoughts, your eyes flutter to the Captain’s unmade bed. Dead or maybe even worse.

Annoyed by your lack of response, the dark man follows your gaze. When he realizes what you’re thinking; he takes a fast step back and you turn your attention to him, surprised by his actions yet again. He’s now leaning against a low table, his fingers leisurely toying with a beautiful feather. He’s avoiding to look your way.

“I… I am not into rape either.” This time his voice is striped from the coldness it held earlier. “You will not be touched as long as you are under my guard. This is my ship and the men here abide by my rules. You can trust me when I say that you are safe… As long as you stay-”

“Why should I trust your words?” You don’t know why you spoke and immediately after it leaves your mouth, you regret everything. The Captain eyebrows shoot up and he bites his lips, refraining from laughing.

“You’re right; if I were you I would not trust me…” He shrugs and studies your reaction. “You are feisty, I like that.” He smiles widely; the gesture transforming his traits into a softer, almost reassuring, expression. “It’s strange, now I feel like convincing you!” The man shakes his head as he stands up and walks towards the door. “Don’t try to leave this cabin, you’re way safer inside… And don’t worry…” He pauses to look at you one last time, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. “I’ll come back when I have an answer to give you!”

Kicking open the door, he disappears in-

“Don’t!” Your fingers freeze over the keyboard. “I’m writing do not read above my shoulder, you know I hate that!” Yongguk lets out a hollow chuckle, moving aside to drop on the chair next to you.

“Don’t be so mean Austen, I come bearing gifts!” You wince at the nickname, but as if he hasn’t done anything wrong, your friend slides a new cup of coffee next to your laptop. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, waiting for you to take a sip, before opening his mouth again. “I’m glad I ran into you, Daehyun wanted me to make sure you are coming to his house-warming party tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, it depends on how it goes. I’m busy with this week’s update.” You vaguely gesture your laptop and Yongguk laughs again.

“I know, I’m happy to discover that they actually meet in the 3rd chapter! I’ve been reading it too…”

“You really have?” You ask, tentatively taking a second sip of the coffee he brought you. It’s perfect, mixed just like you love it. “Why? It makes me nervous if you say you’re reading my work…”

“Hundreds of strangers read it, why should I make you more nervous?” Your old friend shrugs and you stare as he mindlessly licks the foam his own latte left on his lips. “Is it because it’s about me?” He tears his eyes away from the wooden table he was staring at to meet your gaze and grins mischievously.

“No! Why would you say that?” You snap your head in direction of your laptop screen; anywhere but him.

“Here.” He points to the last paragraph on the screen. “I’ve said that. You asked why you should trust a guy like me and that was my answer. Those were my exact words. You were so mad back then.”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes back and slam your laptop shut, nearly catching his finger. It’s true; you drew inspiration from the first time you two met back in college, still, it doesn’t mean that he is the character.

“Fine, I wrote that because you used to be kinda cool.” Yongguk’s smile widens almost inhumanly at your statement and you know you better add something to deflate him. “Are you a mysterious lonely pirate? The smooth Captain of a ship full of blood-thirsty hoodlums?” He shakes his head negatively but continues to stare at you with his amused expression. “See? He, is not you: are you a sensual corsair looking for love?”

“I mean…” Yongguk tilts his head to the side, hesitating about something. “… I could be.” He leans closer, reaching to push your hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers linger, voluntarily grazing your cheek. You freeze, completely lost and blushing at his sudden proximity. You realize your lips parted slightly by reflex when you catch him glancing at your mouth and you move slightly away. “Is this smooth enough for a lonely corsair?” Going back to his usual self, he blinks coyly. “You see? Aren’t I still cool? I still got it!” He ends up beaming again when it becomes clear you won’t answer his questions.

You both used to fool around. Partied too much together when you were younger and occasionally ended up making out in dark alleys in the middle of the night. None of you ever pushed it further though, nor ever brought it up. That’s why his move surprised you and took you back to those fleeting memories. Except it’s the middle of the day, years later and you’re both way too sober to be remembering that.

“So, Daehyun?” You clear your throat to regain control and he nods.

“I could text you his new address, but he moved into my building… Except not on my floor, thankfully.”

“It’s so weird that he’s out of the dorm, I wonder how the guys feel…” Yongguk shrugs; he was the first to move out almost a year ago. “It seems like only yesterday I was helping you all to move in together…”

“And Himchan was mad at you for almost a year because of that scratch on his table.” You laugh but wince almost immediately at the memory.

“Ugh, happier days, when we ignored he could be that frightening!” Yongguk scoffs, eyebrows raising up.

“You; used to ignore Himchan could be scary. I was never that naive!” Saying that he stands up on his feet. “I need to get going. I saw you by chance from outside the coffee shop, but I was actually on my way to the hospital.”

“Ah! You see, that’s why you can’t be my pirate! You’re all motherhood and apple pie; cool corsairs don’t volunteer at children’ hospitals on their free days!” He chuckles and fakes to think about it.

“Are you absolutely sure? I’ll ask the next time I meet a mysterious and sensual pirate…” Laughing, you watch him grab the messenger bag he dropped under your table earlier. “Oh, by the way, y/n?”

“Yes?” You open your laptop, already thinking about the rest of this week’s chapter.

“What’s his name, your pirate? Because you haven’t mentioned it in the previous chapters and I am pretty sure that… Captain Bang sounds about right!” He playfully winks at you and walks away without waiting to hear your protestations.

Maybe he was right. Perhaps you should stay in that cabin but after 8 days of captivity you just have to, at least, do something. When you first hear the screams and muskets firing, you directly assume that the Royal Navy is attacking the pirates. You’re relieved, they probably found the ship at your father’s request and are trying to get you back. That’s why you try to peek outside. In front of the door, the darkened corridor is completely empty. The boy responsible for your meals, your personal jailor, isn’t even guarding it anymore. You assume he left to murder poor soldiers of his Majesty on deck with his companions and without thinking twice, you make a run for it.

It’s annoying, now that you’re finally leaving that damn room, you can’t help but think back to the words the Captain said to you the first day of your kidnapping about your safety. You don’t want to ponder on them now. You have no idea where you should go or what you should be doing, you’re just running in direction of the deck. Finding and throwing yourself in front of the first man in a uniform would probably be the most efficient method to be rescued. You follow the sound of the screams in hopes of finding someone. You barely have time to register that you’re emerging on deck when the reality of the situation hits you.

“Bloody hell” You swear, a rare occurrence, as you witness the slaughter in front of you.

No, this is definitely not the Royal Navy. Too bad, it’s too late. You grasp the next bribes of information through impossibly short impressions rather than logical thinking; the omnipresent smell of gunpowder in the air, the main mast burning, the sun dipping low on the horizon and sounds of sword fights and gun firing everywhere around you. Your luxurious jail now seems like a safe haven. You turn back; how did you even get so far on deck? You’re a few meters away from the entrance you came from. It would have been smarter to take a peak before running out, but you were just too focused on getting rescued. In your haste, you slip on the wooden floor and fall on something soft; someone.

You push the body away, scared, but when you look, you recognize him: Jihun, that’s his name, your jailor, although he inappropriately called himself your bodyguard. When he presented himself, the first night of your captivity he tried to give you a dirty handkerchief to wipe your tears, but you ignored him. Now that he’s lying there, in front of you, holding his own guts with both hands, it’s impossible to do the same thing. Forgetting where you are, you stare in horror at the blood slowly spilling out of his torn abdomen. The boy can’t be much older than your youngest brother, around 17. You press your shaking hands on his bloody ones, seemingly waking him up from his daze.

Jihun stares at you for a few seconds in amazement before remembering his surroundings. He tries to push your hands away, but you fight back to help him, tears stinging the corner of your eyes. You hate to admit it, but he was nothing but decent with you and nobody this young deserves something like this. Jihun renounces and reaches for something on his right instead. You feel a cold object getting pressed in your palm; his pistol.

It’s clear that the boy is dying right here, on the dirty deck of this vessel, where he won’t get a proper burial, not even a single prayer. He opens his mouth, but blood spills out instead of the words he intended to speak. The dark sanguine fluid contrasts with the pallor of his skin. It hits you how he already looks like a corpse although his body is still warm, he must not have a lot longer to live. Jihun’s gaze grows glassy, distant, but he still presses his pistol into your hand and motions for you to leave with one finger.

The boy is dying, he knows this, but still, he’s trying to make sure you make it back to safety.

When your fingers finally stop the pressure on his open wound and grasp the cross of the metal gun, his lips curl shyly upward.

He is gone now.

Shaking, you rise to your feet and turn in direction of the corridor leading to the Captain’s cabin. You need to go back now before it’s too late and you end up like your young bodyguard.

You make a run for it. Holding your heavy skirts in one hand and the pistol in the other; you race. It’s curious how nobody seems to notice you, they’re all busy fighting for their lives, close, yet so far away. You’ve almost made it to safety when you’re suddenly yanked into the opening and unceremoniously pinned against the wall.

Captain Bang is staring back at you, enraged.

You lean back in your chair, satisfied. Stretching your arms above your head, you let out a loud yawn. If somebody dies in the chapter, should I put an additional warning for the readers? You rub your eyes and glance at your phone’s lockscreen.

1:16am

Maybe you should go to sleep and wake up early tomorrow morning to finish that chapter. You need to upload it before Daehyun’s party if you don’t want to wake up to passive aggressive update requests Sunday morning.

You stare for a second at the last sentence on the screen before saving and shutting off the laptop. Captain Bang, you scoff. It does seem rather fitting for a pirate. At first, you thought it would be a fun way to get back at Yongguk, but the more you think about it, the more you fall for the name.

Only now, it is impossible to not picture him as the love interest in your story. You bite your lips, imagining your friend in the Captain’s tight hide trousers and loose white shirt. What a bad idea. Yongguk shouldn’t have joked about this sort of thing. Ever since you coincidentally met him this morning, you haven’t been able to keep this image out of your mind. It’s true you drew inspiration from your first meeting, but the pirate character was born of a fantasy, something that had nothing to do with him. Well, a fantasy that used to have nothing to do with him… It’s not surprising that when you finally fall asleep that night, you dream of your first meeting.

It’s officially 2:00pm and he isn’t here. You scribble the word “LATE.” on the corner of your notebook. You were annoyed, but now you are straight up pissed. This only confirms the suspicions you had when you were paired with the tall dark man in the back of the class. Your friends were all jealous, but you immediately knew it meant that you’d have to do the bigger part of the project all alone. You weren’t a fan of the good-looking-guy-often-skipping-class types, but maybe if you carefully kept track of his whereabouts, the teacher would understand and reduce his note consequently.

At 2:20pm, you’re still sitting all alone in the coffee shop, so you find yourself stalking his Facebook profile.

Bang Yongguk. Status: single. Born in March 1990.

You scoff, the man’s so late, of course; he’s an Aries! He’s making you wait and he’s actually younger than you by a few months.

His description box catches your attention and you roll your eyes: “"Do what you like and love what you do“ - Ray Bradbury”

Moving on, you scroll down on his wall, looking for something interesting about your assigned partner. Not much is public, but after a few memes posted by his friends, you find a single photo with his brother, a twin, paired with a curious caption: “Flashing Lights. Hip Hop for life. Proud bro.” You’re not sure what it means, but you know he’s a music major, so maybe he’s into rap or that sort of thing. Studying the picture, you take a sip of your coffee. The girls in your class were right; the man’s gorgeous.

“Are you stalking me?” You almost drop the hot liquid on your lap when you hear a low voice above your shoulder. He smirks when he sits in the chair in front of you and opens his bag. “Hi, y/n, I believe you already know my name, enchanted.” There’s something more to his voice, a small shyness you wouldn’t have guessed. You blush from embarrassment, but then remember that you’re mad at him.

“You’re 30 minutes late, I have to start my shift here at 3pm!” You sigh and he freezes, his arm mid-way out of his bag.

“Sorry, I’ll forget to tease you about the stalking if you let my tardiness go?” He glances up with a timid smile before carefully placing his laptop on the table between you two.

“Let it go? Are you always going to be late like that?” The shy curl of his lips disappears completely and you would feel sorry about it if you weren’t so fed up with people using you for college projects.

“Sorry.” He blinks, expressionless.

“I was looking you up to see if you had an accident. I was about to research about spontaneous human combustion!” You cross your arms and he struggles to hide his amusement.

“Actually I was just volunt-”

“Scratch that. I’m sorry if I’m being an asshole, but if you weren’t dying, rescuing kittens from a house fire or saving children’ lives, I actually don’t want to hear it.” This time Yongguk can’t help himself. You’re surprised because he laughs hollowly like you’ve said something incredibly funny like he’s aware of something you ignore. “Look, I just want to finish the project. We only have two weeks and after that, we won’t ever have to see each other again. Let’s just divide the work, I know you’re in music and this class probably isn’t serious to you, but I don’t want to carry you as a dead weight.” He freezes again before starting to pack his things back in. You bite your lips, perhaps you were too harsh, but you’ve met many students like him.

“I have no idea what you think you know about me, but you’re wrong. I won’t let you do the work alone and I didn’t choose this literature class to half-ass it. It’s one of my favourite subjects.” When he zips his bag, you open your mouth to try to protest, but he continues: “We could just exchange emails, but instead, I’d prefer to meet you here before your shifts to discuss. Do you mind?”

“Euh, no?”

“Perfect. Just bother worrying about your part, I’m quite an exigent partner! You can trust me to do mine just fine!” Your part? You roll your eyes, annoyed at his insinuations.

“Why should I trust you? We are just forced to be teammates, sorry to point that out-” You gesture him vaguely with your hand; his long black floppy hair and loose Hip Hop t-shirt. “But you’re not the type of person I trust blindly! Plus; you just arrived, but you’re already leaving! So why would I ever trust you?”

“Why trust me? You need a reason?” He grins with all his teeth, clearly enjoying your little confrontation. His smile is breathtaking and your mind goes blank, betraying you. “You said you have to work! But don’t worry, I’ll come back when I have an answer to give you!”

With that, he is gone and you’re left alone in the half-empty coffee shop. You scoff thinking back of the man’s arrogance. It’s weird, for a second, you were almost sure he was a bit shy. You bring your palm to your burning cheek; you can’t deny the effect his words had on you. Annoyingly enough, you feel like you don’t really need an answer to your question anymore.

Waiting is pure torture. You were able to clean your bloody hands in the water bassinet kept in the cabin, but somehow they still feel stained. You had never seen somebody die of a violent death before today. Or was it yesterday? You don’t know, you can’t sleep. You heard of the violence committed by pirates as scary stories, they attack, gut and take women all for the sake of gain, but you had never seen it. Jihun’s face haunts you; his last smile. The Captain was furious when he dragged you back to the cabin, but since then he hasn’t come back. Nobody has. Your shock passed, the echoes of the fight faded, but still, no one came. Perhaps they’re all dead, this thought may be scary, but getting out again to find out is even scarier, so you stay hidden. Like he ordered you to.

He finally comes at night. When he does, he enters in silence and drops on the chair at the desk, his desk. This is his room you remember that fact and blush, despite the situation, you’re actually lying on a man’s bed. You never witnessed a man’s intimacy before your kidnapping, let alone live in a man’s room. The Captain’s eyes are closed, he hasn’t even looked your way. You know it’s wrong, but you find yourself really wanting him to.

“Well…” You clear your throat, sitting up. “I don’t think I need an answer to my question anymore…”

“I thought you were sleeping.” If he’s surprised, he doesn’t let it show. He still keeps his eyes closed and his head rests on the chair back. The unique oil lamp in the room is placed on the desk, lighting his features and his raven hair. Resting like that he doesn’t seem so scary, his presence is strangely comforting to you. You prefer staying here rather than switch captors, you already accepted this reality; you really do trust him now. “You can stop watching me, I won’t bother you. I just came to rest away from my men.”

“I wasn’t-” You bite your cheek. “That’s not what I…” You stop talking and blush even darker, the truth wouldn’t be less embarrassing than his assumptions. The man opens his eyes and turns your way.

“Is it because you have questions?” His jaw tightens and the veins of his neck swell. “Jihun and many more are dead, but we won, so you don’t have to worry anymore.” Jihun. Without realizing, you wipe a fugitive tear on your cheek. The Captain silently watches as you cry, you wonder what he’s thinking, but that’s not what you want to ask.

“Were they also pirates?”

“Mercenaries…” He gives you a curious look.

“Mercenaries? Why?” He turns his head away and you think it must be a silly question to ask, probably for weapons or treasures.

“You.” His voice is even lower this time, almost inaudible. “Somebody paid a lot of money to get you….”

“My father?” His words make you nauseous, those people died because of you.

“Yes… Your father sent the Royal Navy, but they couldn’t catch up to us.” He smirks at that, but his face falls when he notices that you started to cry again. “Probably angered the Governor… They asked nicely and we told them that we weren’t going to sell you…” The man frowns this time, standing up to sit on the edge of the bed. “Are you alright? Why are you crying? I told you about that already.”

“W-What?”

“That I don’t trade hostages; I told you I’d keep you safe until I find a solution! Those scumbags… Well, you probably wouldn’t have a private room on their ship. It doesn’t matter how much your father is paying…” You wipe your cheeks again; it’s weird how you thought you should trick the pirates into believing you were courageous. All you ever do here, since your first day, is be a cry baby. “So… Please don’t cry anymore, okay? I’ll find a way to get you home somehow… You just need to stay here.”

“Jihun… He was just a kid.”

“Jihun was a good pirate, not a kid. He knew what the ocean life meant…”

“He died because of me…” The Captain turns to stone, his body a mere meter away from you.

“No…” You can hear the tension in his voice and you raise your eyes, only to discover distress on his face. “I did it.” He brings the back of his hand to delicately wipe one of your stained cheeks. You wonder if the gesture is even more comforting to him than it is to you. “Don’t cry anymore, I’m the only one bearing that.”

After that night, the Captain starts to visit you almost every evening. When you complain that you are bored, he brings you books; stories of adventures and passionate love affairs that make you blush, stuff you wouldn’t have known existed before. When you say you feel lonely, he jokes about his company not being entertaining enough for a lady. He starts playing cards and dice games with you and some of his men. When you tentatively mention feeling stuffy, he brings you out for a walk on the deck at night and teaches you about his favourite constellations. When the day comes where he mentions that the ship is almost back to your father’s harbour, you realise you’re more scared of what you used to call home than a vessel full of pirates.

The day after this announcement, he comes in abruptly. He doesn’t even knock, he just enters and walks in, slightly unsteady.

“Jesus Christ! Guk, are you hurt!?” He drops himself on the bed and you follow with concern. You stop in front of him; he brings one of his fingers to your mouth. The hot contact on your lips spreads goosebumps all over your body.

“Shhh- Don’t swear, feisty lady!” You wince at the bad nickname and he raises his eyes to meet yours, a strange look on his face. “Would you really care if I hurt?”

“Yes…” You’re breath hitches when his fingers move down under your chin. “Are you drunk?”

“I am hurt.” Ignoring your question, he whines. “Why do you hurt so much?” You stiffen at his words, not sure to understand what he means.

“W-what?” Neglecting to answer once again, he encircles your waist and buries his face in your clothes.

“I didn’t know it would be that painful…” Without really knowing why, you find yourself shielding him in your arms and toying with his black hair.

“Me neither…” Slowly, you sit next to him on the bed and he sighs into you. You both stay like this for a moment that feels like everything, until he pulls away. His face is close to yours, so much so, that you are lost in the softness of his brown irises. Somehow, his right hand has found its way to your lower back. He’s using it to draw small circles with his palm; the warm sensation is waking something entirely new in your stomach. Weirdly, the foreign tingling doesn’t scare you but seems to be pulling you even closer.

“I don’t think I can keep you safe anymore.” His breath on your cheek makes you shiver in anticipation and you watch as he licks his lips.

“Then don’t.” When the words leave your mouth, you see a hint of incertitude on his face, but you close your eyes and lean in.

At first, the Captain doesn’t react much, then he lets the desire take over. His lips move against yours, eager and you fight back. The kiss is messy and needy. His lips taste like what you believed heaven would and when he begins exploring your mouth, you discover his tongue is as sweet as rum. You suck it and he moans, leaning even more into you. His hands explore your body, playing with your hair, then with the ribbon of your loose corset. He tries to pull back, but you hold on, fingers intertwined in his hair. If feels as though you don’t need to breathe; together you are one and if you must die, then you want him to consume you. Your whole body is burning, the sensations are devouring you. You’ve been aware of your own feelings for a few weeks now; he is your end, you won’t ever need to leave this ship. Suddenly, he pulls back, panting.

“I think I’m the thing threatening you tonight… I should go…” You don’t hesitate when he tries to stand up and you grab his shirt to keep him close.

If he is your ruin then so be it. You don’t care, you want it all. You will become his everything and him yours; even if you must vanish into each other tonight.

“Please, Guk… Stay…”

You nailed it, the new chapter was uploaded this afternoon. Now you can just relax and enjoy Daehyun’s party, even if it means avoiding Yongguk. It seems like an easy task; he’s nowhere to be seen until 11pm and even then, he disappears with a man to discuss something about his music. You’re glad that he doesn’t try to talk to you at all, perhaps he didn’t even have time to read the chapter. You’re overreacting, but you shouldn’t have named the Captain after him. You knew one hour after the upload that it was a mistake. Not because you were anticipating your friends’ reactions, but because you grew anxious and scared of his opinion. Even now, you’re not quite sure if you want him to like or hate it. You probably wouldn’t mind it as much if you hadn’t spent the last 36 hours fantasizing non-stop about your best friend. Like a jerk.

“Y/n, do you want another glass of wine?” Hana, Daehyun’s girlfriend, turns to you like a saviour.

“Yes, thank you!” You grab the glass, looking once more around the room to make sure that Yongguk is not mingling in the kitchen. You catch Hana staring at you and you exchange smiles. She’s way more reserved than the rest of the group of friends, which has always been kind of intimidating to you. You never know what to say to people like that, you’re good at conversations that keep going back and forth. Talking with a silent introvert has a history of turning you into a rambling mess, Yongguk is no exception to that rule.

“Are you looking for Yongguk?” You almost choke on your sip of wine at her question and shake your head vehemently. “He’s talking with Jinyoung in the living room.”

“No, I wasn’t- Why would I be looking for him?” She gives you a puzzled look and shrugs. You’re usually hanging with him during those events, after all, he’s the one who introduced you to the boys. “Ah, actually, I’ll go talk to him sometimes… later…” Hana nods, unconvinced, but if she’s curious she doesn’t let it show. You feel a strong arm wrap around your neck and freeze, relieved when Youngjae speaks with his usual cheery tone.

“Have you asked her about it yet?!” You wince, it’s not like you didn’t know this would come up tonight. It’s a chance that the person of interest isn’t here right now. “Because we want answers!”

“Ask me what?” You play dumb and Daehyun who appeared at the same time as his partner in crime laughs knowingly.

“About your story!” Youngjae giggles in your ear and you wiggle out of his hug, while Hana shoots you a sorry look.

“Hana told me that the sexy pirate AND love interest of your current story has sort of a familiar feel-OUCH!” Dae whines after his wife elbow him. She may be on the quiet side, but she definitely knows how to handle her extra lover.

“I didn’t tell him…” Hana looks at you with sincerity before turning to Daehyun who still is rubbing his ribs. “He just doesn’t want to say he reads it himself!” Youngjae squeals, hitting both of his friend shoulders excitedly.

“HEY! Nonononononono- It’s because of that dance practice after care one!” He pushes Youngjae back.

“My Show Me Everything smut?” You crinkle your nose at the thought of your friends enjoying your erotic stories. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been doing this, you can’t help but still find it a bit cringe-worthy.

“Yes, Hana made me read that one! It all started because she really wanted to try som-”

“SHUT UP!” Everybody in the kitchen stops to look at Hana when she screams. Even Youngjae doesn’t dare to push his curiosity further when he sees the cute girl with her face covered by her hands. The tips of her ears are bright red and she slaps her husband’s hand away when he reaches for her cheek

“Glad to know you read me Dae” You poke his arm teasingly and he grimaces. “But don’t overshare or I’ll use it and-”

“You’ll what?” Youngjae cuts you off, onto something. “Name a sex beast character after him?” While both Daehyun and he burst out laughing, Hana risks looking up at you to see your reaction.

“Sex beast?!” You roll your eyes dramatically. “Are you sure you read that story, there’s no sex!”

“Yet… No sex yet!” Everybody freezes when Yongguk makes his entrance, an amused smirk on his lips. “Can I talk to you, outside?” Here it comes; the moment you were dreading all night. He tilts his head to the side, curious when you say nothing back. It’s Youngjae who wakes you up from your daze with his usual teasing.

“ARRR!” He grunts, offering you all his best pirate impression and Daehyun laughs loudly, encouraging him. “Fancy a glass of grog tonigh’ Cap’n?” Shoving past them, you grab Yongguk’s sleeve to get away. You hear him laugh too when Daehyun yells “YO HO HO!” as you pass by, but you ignore them.

Zelo, who’s in deep conversation with a girl in a corner, catches your gaze as you exit the room. He winks your way and raises his index finger in front of him, curving it like a hook. Great, everybody’s in on it!

Yongguk leads you down the corridor to one of the bedrooms that’s left empty by the guests of Daehyun and Hana’s housewarming party. Not only is the newlyweds’ apartment in his building, it’s also the exact same disposition as his place. He pauses to see you’re following him before going inside the darkened room. None of you turns the light on, so the room stays dim lit, most of the lighting coming in through the cracked open door. You’re growing even more anxious. Earlier, he didn’t seem angry or annoyed, but he avoided you all night too and he never acted like that before.

“So…” You breathe out because he’s staring at you in silence and it’s very intimidating. “What do you want to talk about?”

“That kiss!” He sounds still amused by all this and you frown, uncertain. You assumed he would want to discuss the name of the main character, his name, not the storyline.

“What about it? That is a love story, Yongguk… Haven’t you read the preface?”

“You made our characters kiss…” Ignoring your question, he takes a step closer and you back up against a wall, feeling trapped.

“I already told you…” Somehow, you’re troubled by his demeanour. He always had moments like this; ones where you were absolutely unable to tell what he was thinking, but it’s been a long time. “That pirate. Is. Not. You…” He scoffs at this and you feel his breath on your face. He’s way too close, what is he doing?

“Or so you keep claiming, but you named him after me.” Yongguk brings his hand above your head, towering over you. “So tell me, again. Tell me you weren’t thinking of me, at all, when you wrote that.”

“Wow, you’re so full of yourself!” He smirks at this, you sound less than convincing and he knows it very well. “What are you doing? We aren’t kids anymore…”

“I want to know what happens next…” He ignores you again and your breath hitches when he licks his lips, gazing down at you through his lashes.

“A-are you into spoilers, Bang?”

“Yes…” He gulps, getting closer. Suddenly, you flashback to those drunk nights out in college, those very dark alleys… “Will you humour me?” You don’t know when it happened, but his other hand is now rubbing small circles down your lower back. Just like you wrote, just like you imagined he would do; you close your eyes, knowing what comes next. His lips are soft and warm on yours, nothing but a delicate touch. It’s just the same as when you were young, the calm before… Something entirely different…

“Are you drunk?” You pull back, worried of letting it go too far and his eyes widen in surprise, shining in the darkness.

“Do you think I have to be drunk to kiss you?” You nod and he shakes his head, annoyed. “I didn’t get a single drink tonight, you were in the kitchen. I couldn’t possibly go there without seeing you, without wanting to…” He brings his fingers under your chin, softly pecking your lips again. “That.” He smiles his usual smile, the one you used to believe was full of shyness when in fact it’s just pure sincerity. “I can’t stop thinking about that, you shouldn’t be allowed to write things like this.”

It’s your turn to ignore him, you pull on his collar, lowering him to kiss you again. After all, you wrote about that scene and couldn’t stop thinking about it either. That new kiss isn’t soft like the other ones. He opens your mouth and pushes himself inside, exploring with his tongue and you grip his hair to keep him close. Yongguk traps your body against the wall, pressing himself on you. You toy with his lips, sucking and nibbling, making him grunt in your mouth. His hands roam your body, riding up your dress to give himself access to your ass. This is new, you think, this is great; he never did that before. You moan loudly when his hands massage your thighs, climbing up and he chuckles, pleased. You both want it and need this, you roll your exposed hips and Yongguk moans.

“-and this room is the guest bedroom and my own personal stud- OH SHIT!” It’s like time is frozen when Daehyun flicks the light open. You and Yongguk both stop and tear apart, but it’s clear the intruders had a great view of your body. You’re eyes meet Jongup’s, who’s accompanying Dae, and he turns away, burning red.

“Gentlemen…” Yongguk grabs your hand, leaving the room with a nod when you pass the boys. “Sorry, we’re leaving so soon!” He drags you along towards the front door and you follow, too happy to care about what your friends are thinking.

Somewhere down the corridor, Youngjae stretches his neck to see what the commotion is: “I KNEW IT!” He screams, earning himself a slap across the chest from Hana.

Yongguk’s place is two floors lower, that’s where he takes you. When you make it, his hands immediately continue their exploration. He guides you to his room, not slowing down a bit when you begin to speak

“It’s funny, earlier, you just said you wanted to talk.” You turn to face him, pecking down his neck and trying to tug his shirt above his head. ��I love how you talk about things.”

“You know I’m not a big talker.” He chuckles, helping you with his shirt and immediately attacking his belt to get rid of his pants. ”Tell me what happens in the next chapter, we can discuss things even more.” You sit down on his bed, not sure what he means.

“What? My story?”

“Yes…” He sits next to you, half-naked, sliding his hand in your lower back to rub small circles again. “What do they do after that kiss? After she asks the Captain to stay, I want to know about that.”

“Spoilers?” You gulp nervously. You’re so comfortable with Yongguk, that you haven’t thought twice about what is happening between you, yet. You have no idea where the story is going. “I don’t know, it’s not written yet…”

“Do you want me to tell you then?” He pushes you on the bed and climbs over, eyes beaming. “He could tell her about how he has been wanting her ever since they first met…” Yongguk begins to suck your right earlobe and hums against your skin. You feel him getting hard on your leg and he presses on you, grinding almost subconsciously. “Forget that! Even before their first meeting; he was missing her. He could say he wants to give himself to her, ask if she’s willing to be his everything.” He pauses, hesitating. “Say he wants to fall asleep next to her every night…” Your heartbeat dangerously accelerates at his words you bite your lips to stay calm.

“Guk?” He grunts in response. “Nobody wants to read about that kind of sickeningly sweet romance…” He sits back between your legs, a mysterious look on his face.

“What’s wrong about fluff?” You shrug, too busy admiring his torso instead of actually thinking of an answer. “Well, then I have a few other ideas that could help you…” He rolls up your dress up until your panties are exposed, throwing it over your shoulders. You raise your eyes to meet his again, now he’s got your full attention. “I bet the pirate likes it hard, don’t you think so?” Your eyes widen and he slides a hand to your panties, his thumb brushing over the wetness of your already apparent arousal. He chuckles, tilting his head to the side. “Or is he into teasing?” He presses harder, rubbing the soft fabric and you curl, craving fiction.

“Guk… N-no teasing…” He takes his hand off, licking his lips with a skeptic look.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what the next chapter is all about, though…” You lift yourself on your elbows to protest, but your words turn into moans when he resumes his misdemeanours. Yongguk hooks his fingers to your panties, sliding them off your legs. You try to cover yourself, embarrassed, but he grabs your hands, holding onto to them as he drops kisses on the inside of your thighs. “You say you don’t want to be teased, but you’ve been tormenting me for way longer… I think it’s just fair game. ” He freezes, inches away from your core to stare at you and you sigh deeply, head hanging low, defeated. He blows on your core and you wiggle, miffed. He can’t help but laugh at your evident frustration.

“For fuck sake’s Yongguk, I already capitulated!”

“Did you?” He quirks a questioning brow, his voice is even lower than usual, sinful.

“I do now! Stop teasing!”

“I haven’t done anything yet! Besides, haven’t you heard my policy?” You sigh, irritated and bite your lips to keep from answering something you’d regret. Yongguk gently bites the interior of your leg to make you squeal cutely. You raise again on your elbows to glare at him. “No quarter!”

That’s the moment he chooses to give in to you when you’re busy laughing at his bad pirate joke, that’s when he leans in to finally taste you. Yongguk runs his tongue on your slit. He goes slowly at first, although he knows you’re more than ready; he wants to savour the moment. He wishes this to be the first time of many more, so it should be right. He flattens his tongue, running it everywhere on your folds. Your hands grip his hair tightly, intertwining your fingers with his curls messily, but none of you care. Your moans get louder and louder as he goes. When he sucks on your clit, you can’t help but grind on him in ecstasy. He lets you do it, pleased he has this effect on you. He wants to make you come like this, know what you feel like when you orgasm, delight at your everything in his mouth, but you pull him higher.

“G-Guk” You peck his lips, tasting yourself on them. “Just…”

“You want me inside you?” You nod and sigh, a bit overwhelmed. He reaches in his nightstand for protection and you stare at the ceiling of his room. You and Yongguk. Yongguk and you. In more ways than one, it makes perfect sense. You sit and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“What is it?” He turns to you, concerned, and pushes a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

“Nothing… I’m just-”

“A bit nervous?” You bite your lips and nod, making him chuckle knowingly. It’s not fair how he can guess you so well when you can’t figure out what’s on his mind half of the time. “We can wait if you want t-”

“Oh hell no!” You bite on his shoulder in frustration and he laughs. “I’m not waiting for anything any longer Bang Yongguk!”

“Then do you want my answer now?” He raises an eyebrow and you immediately know he’s being a little tease again, but you just have to ask.

“What answer?”

“The why-you-should-trust-me one.”

“I trust you.” He smiles at your instant reply.

“I know, but I never told you what answer I came up with…” You blink, waiting for him to go on. “I like you. Trust me, because I like you and I’ll never deceive you. I’ve been liking you since the second you were an ass to me in that coffee shop.”

“That’s a weird way to fall for someone!” You bury your face in his neck, embarrassed. “You’re so cheesy, why are you telling this to me now?”

“I thought your story was lacking…” You scoff and roll your eyes. “I think my character needs to come up with an answer, you know, to bring a culmination point to their romantic story.” Slyly, you slide your fingers to his length, grabbing him in your hand.

“Isn’t this a good enough conclusion? Closure of some sort?” You stroke him and he drops his head back on your shoulder, melting.

“That’s not romance-” He grunts, getting lost in your touch. “That’s just development, a twist…” You nibble on his ear, toying with his cock and rubbing his tip. “It needs an end, sex isn’t completion…”

“No? So we need a denouement right, Mr. Writer?” He grunts approving and you smirk. “Then can you come over here?” He whines, needy when your hands ghost him and watches as you move to straddle him.

“You want to ride me?” Yongguk helps you get on him, strong arms catching your thighs.

“You said we needed a climax, Mr. Writer…” You lower your hips to meet his, languidly, taking him inside you and he grunts in response.

“Oh shit.” You bob on him, keeping a slow pace and his hands find your boobs. “I have to say-” He inhales, sharply, throwing his head back. “-I, um- Love your work ethics!”

“Yongguk…”You smirk, grinding harder and digging your fingernails in his shoulders. “Will you just shut up already?”

He nods in approval and brings his forehead against yours to gaze at you. His eyes are full of lust and softness and you stare back at him, forgetting everything about being embarrassed at his scrutiny. Your pants fill the room and before your thighs tired, Yongguk flips you both, to sink deeper into you. He drops his head in your neck, burying himself into your core relentlessly. You feel the apex of sensations come closer again, only this time you don’t stop it, you wait for it to wash over you. The knot in your stomach tightens, building up and all at once, you can’t hold it anymore. You let loose, reaching a new peak of pure delight. Your orgasm washes over you through waves of bliss and Yongguk comes soon after, feeling your spasms around him.

After you’re both done, he falls on the bed. He wraps your shoulder in his strong arms and pulls you against his chest. You’re still lost in contentment when he chuckles lightly, not able to conceal his happiness.

“What?” You snuggle closer, curious and brush your nose against his jaw.

“I wonder what the guests upstairs are talking about…”

“Oh god…” You grimace, finally remembering you’re exposure from earlier tonight. “We’ll never hear the end of this, right? Not in a million years…”

He shakes his head, still laughing, not caring at all what everybody thinks of this.

Raising your eyes above your laptop, you catch Yongguk walking through the living room. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What?” He throws his hands to the sides, an innocent look plastered on his perfect face. “I’m just gonna go grab a glass of water” You wave a hand his way for him to get out and lean back again on the couch.

This chapter, the finale, needs to go up tonight. It’s your deadline; chapter 20. Well, it could be up tomorrow but Daehyun might come bursting through the front door, freaking out because of the wait. Afterall, he knows where you live. You take a deep breath and rub your temples, tired. When you open your eyes, your boyfriend’s strolling through the room again, humming the melody he’s currently working on.

“Hum? Mind you? You’re distracting me…”

“I forgot to bring the cookies…” He shrugs and you giggle as he leaves.

You try to write for several more minutes, erasing words and going back to change a sentence. The pirate’s bride needs to defeat the traitor and free the Captain, but somehow it isn’t working as it should. You sigh and surely enough, Yongguk appears out of his studio’s door. He just can’t help bothering you today.

“Are you done?”

“Do I sound like I’m done, Guk?” You throw your hands to the sides, exasperated and he grimaces. “Are you done?”

“No, I’m hitting a dry spot…” He takes a step into the living room, studying your reaction to see if he’s in enemy territory.

“I really really need to write this, I can’t talk right now!” You warn him, but he gets closer, a look you know too well on his face. He stops in front of you, lowering just enough to brush your lips with his. He smiles when he feels you’re giving in, slightly opening your mouth, inviting. “We need to work…”

“I know, let’s do a quicky then!” Without warning, he shoves his t-shirt above his head, revealing his chocolate abs.

“Yongguk…” He throws your own shirt across the room, leaving you topless on the couch. He smirks proudly at the sight and kisses you again, this time deeply.

“Let’s be clear…” He pulls back, suddenly serious. “This is purely professional. I’m just doing this for you. I’m sacrificing myself right now!”

“What?” You frown and he nods with all his fake conviction.

“Everybody knows I’m your muse… I’m just doing this to help you with the story, you know; for inspiration.”

“Wow, that’s dedication! Come here Bang, I need insight right now…” You tug his sweatpants down, grinning playfully. “And I need it fast and good!”

“Please… Call me Captain.” He laughs, ignoring your warning glare.

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