#and ty for watching my tutorial!! :')

[applejongho]

Hiii, I saw one of your turorials about making gifs on photopea and wanted to ask how to select all the layers. I don't why but using 'shift' isn't working:(

Do you know any other methods to select them?

hi!!! sure. I don't know if you have a mac or windows. you can hit command for mac or control for windows and then click on the layers (tho one by one which can take a long time :/). that's weird that shift isn't working, if you have a windows maybe it's a different button? (I have a Mac so I wouldn't know but idk why they would be different?)

[angelicfrill]

The fact the only thing is stopping me from ending it all is the fact i cannot tie a knot is devastating news.

[mvnscloud]

tough love?

in a world that expected silence, joshua gave his son softness.

pairing: joshua hong x reader warnings: boy dad!joshua, parents au, teeth rotting fluff, domestic asf word count: 1.2k a/n: i seem to only be able to write about joshua lately so here u go 🤓 + im actually sobbing at this baby shua pic im crying

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most people say joshua would be the perfect girl dad.

the quiet warmth in his eyes, the softness in his voice, he just looked like someone meant to raise a daughter. you could just picture him tying pink ribbons into pigtails, learning how to braid hair through youtube tutorials, walking around with sparkly stickers on his cheeks because “my daughter said I’m a unicorn today.”

and you understood why. he’d be wonderful at that — raising a little girl with tender care, the kind so many women grew up needing but never quite received.

however, you thought otherwise. in your heart, he was a boy dad. it was like he was made to raise a son, your son.

you could see it in how he held him close like a secret he’d waited his whole life to be told. how he loved him in a way that rewrote everything the world ever said about what fathers and sons should be.

because while the world expected fathers to be stern and boys to be strong, joshua gave your son something else entirely — the space to be soft. to feel deeply. to cry without shame, to reach for comfort without apology, to be both gentle and enough.

you saw it the moment your son was born.

they placed him on your chest first, and you watched joshua’s hand shake as he reached out, touched the tiniest part of your baby’s arm, and whispered, “hi, buddy.”

he was crying before the baby was.

not from fear. not from shock. not from the weight of it. but from the kind of overwhelming love that settles into your bones.

“he’s perfect,” he said, voice trembling. “i’m gonna love him so well.”

and he did.

joshua carried your son everywhere those first few months. in wraps, in slings, tucked against his chest like he never wanted to let go. he hummed lullabies into his hair, traced soft circles on his back, and spoke to him even when he couldn’t understand the words yet.

“you’re safe,” he’d whisper. “always safe with me.”

the baby didn’t know what those words meant yet.
but he felt it. and you did, too.

your son’s first real tantrum happened over a broken crayon.

he was three. overtired and overstimulated. crumpled on the floor in tears, fists balled up, face red and frustrated.

you were about to kneel beside him when joshua gently touched your arm.

“i’ve got him,” he said.

then he sat down the floor sitting across his son, letting him cry. he didn’t flinch, didn’t correct. he just waited. letting him express his feelings while also letting him know that he was there.

“hey. that was your favorite crayon, huh?” he asks softly.

he receives a tiny nod through hiccups.

“it’s okay to be sad about that. i get sad about things too.”

the crying didn’t stop right away. but your son crawled into joshua’s lap minutes later. not because he was told to, but because he wanted to. and joshua wrapped his arms around him like he had all the time in the world.

that was the moment your son learned he never had to be alone in his feelings.

sometimes, the world got louder than joshua could control.

like the day your son came home from daycare with red-rimmed eyes and stiff shoulders. he wasn’t crying anymore, not visibly, but you could see it in the way he avoided joshua’s gaze, how his small hands stayed balled in his lap during dinner, barely touching his food.

joshua knelt in front of him, “did something happen today, bud?”

your son hesitated, “i cried when i missed you. and some of the boys saw.”

joshua’s hands stilled.

“they all laughed at me,” your son continued. “said boys don’t cry. that i was acting like a baby. like a girl.”

each word came with less confidence than the last, like he wasn’t sure anymore what was okay to feel. like he was repeating a rule he didn’t understand but was suddenly supposed to follow.

joshua didn’t scold. nor did he try to explain it away. he just opened his arms and asked gently, “can i show you something?”

he climbed into joshua’s lap, pressing his face into the curve of his shoulder.

and there in the middle of the playroom, he let a single tear fall.

your son pulled back, wide-eyed. “daddy… are you crying?”

joshua nodded. “yeah, i am.”

“why?”

“i cry when i feel big things. like love. or sadness. or when i hear you say something that makes my heart heavy.”

your son looked at him with sad eyes.

“and today, hearing that they laughed at you, that made my heart hurt a lot.”

your son looked confused for a second. then his little arms went around joshua’s neck.

“sorry, daddy.”

“no need to be sorry,” joshua whispered. “it’s good to feel things. you’re allowed.”

and that was the moment your son learned his softness would never make him less.

they had a language all their own.

not in words, but in the way your son instinctively reached for joshua’s hand when he was unsure. how he laid his head on his dad’s shoulder when he was sleepy. how he never hesitated to say, “i love you, dad,” because he heard it so often, it just lived in his chest.

joshua was the kind of father who kissed his son’s forehead when he dropped him off at school. who packed handwritten notes in his lunchbox.

he wore matching pajamas with him on movie nights.
let him fall asleep against his side during bedtime stories. held him during fevers, nightmares, scraped knees, never once rushing the hug.

people still said joshua gave girl dad energy.

but if they could see what you saw, if they witnessed the way joshua raised your son with open hands and open arms, they’d understand.

this wasn’t about pink or blue, softness or strength.

this was about a boy who grew up knowing he never had to earn his father’s affection.

that love wasn’t conditional. that tenderness wasn’t weakness. that he could be everything he felt and still be whole.

joshua didn’t just raise a son.

he gave him the gift of belonging in every hug, in every gentle word, in every time he held him a little longer than the world said was “necessary.”

and one day, when your son is grown, you hope he remembers all of it.

the warmth. the softness. the safety.

that his father never made him feel like love had to be tough to be true.

[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 1

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername: the infamous sims 4 tutorial is official out on yt 🔐😈💟 (pls guys u spammed my dms so hard for this one i was SWEATING editing 🙄🙄)

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user1: QUEEEN TYYY FOR THIS VIDEO

user2: me when y/n releases a new video 🫠🫠😵💦💦

yourusername: now... ayo...

yourusername: (in the dms only, we talked about this guys...)

user3: pookie your so hawt hahaha (viscerally sweating)

yourusername: just u, babes xxx

user4: LMFAO in the video where she goes "wow, i didn't know you could make boobs this big in cas (create a sim), huh..."

user5: HOLLERINGGG, she said that?! ☠️☠️

user4: YUPPP. then she preceded to say, "mmm, mommy milkers"

user6: she is not real this is insane 😵😵😭

user4: what makes it even funnier is that there is always some type of smooth jazz playing in the background, so every time she says unhinged shit its accompanied with the most nonchalant whatever music 🫨🫨

user7: literally this is why she is my fav simmer ytber 4 reallz

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user8: DID YOU GUYS SEE MAX WATCH HER VID ON STREAM LMAO??!

user9: OMG YES I DID IT WAS SO FUNNY

user10: wait pls fill me in max who

user10: is he some gamer?

user8: LMAO not really ☠️

user8: we r talking about max verstappen, he's an f1 racer who occasionally games

user9: tbf he seems to game and sim race more than he actually races 😭😭😭

user10: ahhh ic

user10: wait so then what was he doing watching mother y/n's video 👁️👁️

user8: he was trying to learn how to play the sims 4, so ig he clicked on the first tutorial on yt and it j happened to be her video 😍🫠

user11: omg it's the girl max watched on stream yesterday, she was hella funny im ngl

user12: wait yeah, she's so pretty in this post

user13: GIRL MAX WAS SIMPING OVER U SO BAD YESTERDAY

user14: FR DOWNBAD.

yourusername: max you say... drop his @ 😁😁

user13: @/maxverstappen1

user15: girl you are NAWT ready for the shit u r ab to go thru w the formula one community

yourusername: wait he's a formula one racer???

user15: GIRL PLS GOOGLE HIM I BEG

user15: UR GOING TO LEARN SM AB UR FUTURE HUSBAND

user17: HUSBAND? let's gatekeep our wife, shall we

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user19: @/maxverstappen1 i found the woman of ur dreams 😈

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[hanniebaeee]

Tied Up

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

Summary: You ask your boyfriend to come home immediately after you read something spicy in a dark romance novel, and he's only too excited to help you.

a/n: Jinnie's 'Unfair' triggered something in me 🙏

You were curled up on your couch, wrapped in your fluffiest blanket, sipping on coffee and reading your newest obsession - a dark romance novel. It was supposed to be a casual read to pass the time while Hyunjin was busy with rehearsals.

But by chapter ten… well, let’s just say your face was burning, and it had nothing to do with the heater running. You pressed your thighs together as your eyes widened. You've never read such filth in your entire life, and now you missed your boyfriend. Way too much. 

So here you were, phone in hand, thumb hovering over Hyunjin’s contact. Would he mind? Of course he wouldn't. 

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You: Hey, you busy?

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You watched the little typing dots blink in and out before his reply appeared.

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Hyunjin: Hey, baby! Yeah, still at practice, what’s up? Miss me? 

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Your hands shook in excitement as you typed back. 

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You: Well, yeah. That too. But also… you gotta come home. Now.

Hyunjin: What happened? Are you ok? 

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You chewed on your lip thoughtfully. How do you even explain this without sounding completely unhinged?

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Me: Nothing, everythings fine. Just… I’ve got a request.

Hyunjin: Okay?

Me: Listen. I need you to come tie me up.

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The three dots blinked… and blinked… and disappeared. Then they came back. Finally, a reply.

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Hyunjin: Excuse me, what? Did I read that right?

You: Yes. You did. I need you here. Now. With something to tie me up with.

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Another long pause.

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Hyunjin: Tie you up?! What's happening? 

You: No! I was reading this book, and… look, I’ll explain everything when you get here, just please, please come home right now.

Hyunjin: Baby, I'm so confused.

You: I'm giving you a chance to kidnap me and tie me up and… 

Hyunjin: 😳

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You couldn't help but laugh at that. You could just imagine his sweet face in all that confusion. 

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Me: Pretty please??? 

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Another moment of silence, and then…

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Hyunjin: So… I’m supposed to be like this hot, dark, mysterious kidnapper and just… do whatever I want with you?

Me: Exactly.

Hyunjin: Oh 👀

Hyunjin: I mean… okay, but this is kinda new territory. Let me… strategize.

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You raised an eyebrow. Strategize?

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Me: Strategize? What are you, plotting world domination?

Hyunjin: Look, if you’re asking me to show up and just go full mystery man, I have to commit, okay? This requires preparation.

Me: So… how long is this prep going to take?

Hyunjin: Give me an hour.

You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but his commitment to the role was kind of endearing, and you decided to trust the process.

An hour later, you heard the faint sound of a key in the lock, and your heart did a little flip. You tried to compose yourself on the couch and waited as he walked in.

When you looked up, you were not disappointed. There he stood in his black jeans and a leather jacket, and dark sunglasses - looking absolutely hot. Holding a silk tie in hand. Oh. 

You burst out laughing.

“Oh, you’re laughing now?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you wanted to be kidnapped?”

“Yes I did? But…” You covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed. “Oh my God.”

“Hey, you wanted ‘dark and mysterious’ -” he stepped toward you, dropping his sunglasses down a notch, “and I… delivered.”

Biting back your laughter, you pulled him closer by his collar. “So… are you going to tie me up, or just… stand there and look pretty?”

“Oh, I’m tying you up, don’t you worry.” He leaned in close, his voice low. “Only problem is… I’m not sure I know how.”

You blinked up at him, surprised by his sudden shift from confidence to innocence.

“You don’t know how to…?”

“I mean, I can figure it out,” he said quickly, looking down at the tie. “I did watch a tutorial… briefly…”

You were laughing again, but this time you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around him and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“You’re so adorable.” you mumbled. 

“Hey! I can be dark and mysterious! I’m literally here to kidnap you, aren’t I?”

“Then what are you waiting for?” you whispered, challenging him.

His eyes narrowed, and with an unexpected quickness, he swooped down, swept you off the couch, and carried you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut. He tossed you onto the bed and pulled out the silk tie, holding it up triumphantly. 

“Alright,” he said, climbing over you, grinning. “Where do we begin?”

Your grin widened, and you nodded toward the bedpost. “Over there.”

A little clumsily, he tied your wrist to the bedpost, muttering to himself as he made sure it was secure. When he was done, he gave your wrist a gentle tug.

“How does that feel?”

You tugged against it, pretending to be trapped. “Oh no, what am I going to do?”

He chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “Well, you’re going to have to stay here, I’m afraid. Completely at my mercy.”

You could barely keep a straight face, but he was so ridiculously, heart-meltingly sincere in his little roleplay.

“What are you going to do to me?” you whispered, batting your eyes. 

Hyunjin cocked his head, trying to look diabolical.

“First, I’ll kiss you. And then… hmm…” His eyes met yours, and slipped down tk your lips. You were biting your bottom lip, gazing at him.

“Uh…”

You laughed, pulling him down with your free hand, until his forehead rested on yours. “How about we start with the kiss, and see where it goes?"

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours softly. The world faded as he kissed you slowly, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. 

His hands found their way to your face, cupping your cheeks, as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The whole "kidnapper" act dissolved into giggles as you helped him out of his jacket. 

Hyunjin claimed your lips again in a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, demanding and rough leaving you breathless. Breaking the kiss, Hyunjin trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands roaming freely over your body. 

He cupped your breasts through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, his thumbs teasing your hardened nipples. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Hyunjin whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "You like it when I touch you like this."

"Y-yes," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling. "I love it..."

Hyunjin pulled away, his eyes dark with passion. 

With gentle yet firm hands, he lifted the t-shirt over your head, his eyes taking in your breasts, your nipples pebbled with desire.

Leaning forward, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then increasing the pressure. Your breath hitched as pleasure radiated through your body. Hyunjin's tongue teased and flicked, driving you absolutely insane. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention

As his fingers trailed lower, into your shorts, and your breath quickened. You could feel his touch getting closer to your aching core, your body throbbing with anticipation.

Hyunjin’s eyes locked with yours as his fingers delved into the wetness between your thighs, earning a soft cry from your lips.

"You're so wet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait to feel you around me."

He smirked as he slid a finger inside you and your body trembled with the pleasure of his touch. He added another finger, stretching you, filling you, as his thumb found you clit.

Your hips bucked against his hand, and you tried to free your tied up hand because you needed to touch him. But Hyunjin tsk-tsked, shaking his head gently.

“Be a good girl now, you don't want me to punish you, do you?” 

Ok. Now you were so utterly shocked. There was no smile on his face. Just a deep dark look - his pupils blown and his lips swollen from the kiss. You swallowed nervously, but moaned almost involuntarily as his fingers moved faster inside you, your body quickly approaching a climax. 

"Jinnie, I'm close," you panted, your voice laced with desperation. "Please, don't stop."

Hyunjin quickened his pace, his fingers moving in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in  circles. Your body tensed, every muscle taut as you teetered on the edge of release. With one final stroke, your body quaked as your orgasm hit you.

"Hyunjin!" you cried out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. He watched in silence as your eyes shut tightly, your soft walls throbbing around his fingers, still buried deep within you. 

“Ready for more, princess?” His voice was low and menacing.

You opened your eyes, and whispered breathlessly, "More?"

"Much more," he promised, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "But first, I want to taste you."

He gently pulled your shorts and panties down, before pushing your thighs apart, exposing your glistening folds. Your heart raced as you watched him lower his head, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He kissed your inner thighs, his lips moving slowly towards your aching core. 

When his tongue finally made contact with your swollen clit, you gasped, your body arching off the bed. Hyunjin lapped at you, his tongue teasing and flicking, sending sparks of pleasure through your  body. HUs tongue slipped through your folds as he tasted you, and his fingers continued to stroke and tease your opening.

Your free hand was on his head, stroking the short strands of his hair. You were on the edge again, teetering towards another climax, when Hyunjin suddenly stopped.

"Please, Jinnie," you begged, your voice hoarse.

Hyunjin smiled against your skin, and said, "I'm not done with you yet, angel. I want to feel you cum on my dick.”

With that, he rose to his knees. You watched him strip, his eyes never leaving yours. He positioned himself between your thighs, his length hovering at your entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled you up completely. You let out a whimper, your hand gripping his shoulder tightly.

You were so tight around him, your inner walls gripping his shaft as he began to move. Hyunjin set a slow pace, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched your reaction to his every stroke. Your breath came in gasps, your eyes fluttering shut as you savored the feeling of being filled by him.

"Open your eyes, baby," he commanded, his voice sharp enough to make you obey. "Look at me while I fuck you."

Your eyes met his as you felt him thrust deeper, hitting that sweet spot within you. Your hand grasped his shoulder tightly, as he pounded into you harder. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby," Hyunjin growled, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. "I want you to let go now."

Your body felt like it's every nerve ending was alive with pleasure. And your orgasm was building, an intense pressure coiling deep within you.

You nodded, a soft whine leaving your lips, and Hyunjin thrust into you one last time, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you with a loud groan. You cried out, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave. 

You both lay entangled, hearts racing and bodies glistening with sweat. Hyunjin grinned down at you, his eyes filled with love and mischief.

"So, how did I do?" He asked, propping himself up on one elbow. “Dark enough?”

“You were okay,” You breathed, and Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Only okay, huh,”

He said, slowly pulling your free hand up and trying to tie it to the bedpost. 

“Jinnie what-”

“Shush. You asked for it. I don't do okay. So let's work on it, yeah?”

You asked for it, didn't you? 

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[just1cefor4ll]

—Trouble

You sit cross-legged behind Joost on the couch, fingers combing gently through his hair. A few colorful hair ties sit in your lap, ready to be put into the dutch mans overgrown hair. Joost tilts his head back slightly, giving you a playful look.

“What exactly are you doing to me, liefje?”

“You’ll see,” you say, trying to hide your grin. “Just trust the process.”

He chuckles. “That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.”

You carefully part his soft blond hair down the middle, gathering one side into a tiny pigtail. Then the other. His hair bounces slightly as you secure the last tie.

“There,” you announce proudly. “Perfect.”

He grabs his phone to use the front camera and bursts out laughing. “Oh my god. I look like I lost a bet.”

“You look adorable, actually,” you say, poking his cheek. “Like a toddler about to go to kindergarden for the first time.” “Great. That’s exactly the look I was going for,” he deadpans, then smiles at you. “You’re lucky I love you, schatje.” You lean in and kiss his nose. “I know.”

Joost wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap, pigtails still in full glory. “Alright. Now it’s your turn. I’m making you match me.”

You laugh. “´Sure mr. hairdresser, just don’t pull all my hair out.”

He grins. “I would never.”

And just like that a few minutes later you were sat on the floor between Joost’s legs, his fingers clumsily working through your hair. He’s concentrating way too hard for someone trying to make pigtails.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask, peeking up at him with a smirk.

“No,” he says flatly. “But I watched a YouTube tutorial like.. five minutes ago. I’m basically an expert.” You laugh, leaning back slightly into his knees. “Totally reassuring.” He grumbles something under his breath but keeps going. You feel him parting your hair—mostly evenly—and then tugging it gently into position.

“There. One down,” he says, tying off the first pigtail with a little pink scrunchie. “You’re gonna look so cute, moppie.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of confidence for someone who just got a hair tie stuck on his thumb.”

“That was part of the technique,” he says, completely unconvincing. “Now hold still, liefje. You're ruining my masterpiece.”

You try to stay still but end up laughing when he brushes a ticklish strand behind your ear. Finally, with a triumphant little “Ha!” he finishes the second pigtail.

“There,” he says proudly. “You look like trouble.”

You turn around and pose dramatically. “You mean adorable trouble?”

“The worst kind,” he grins, pulling you into his arms. “But you’re mine, schatje. So I guess I’ll allow it.”

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[malereaderworld]

It’s okay, you can be vulnerable with me 📍

Sebastian Stan x male reader

Warnings: slight body dysmorphia, crying.

“Shit…” You curse under your breath, fumbling with my tie. Watching a tutorial on how to tie a tie right before the red carpet apparently wasn’t one of your brightest ideas. “This is so humiliating…” Looking disappointed at the mirror while you struggle with what’s supposed to be easy. Not seeing the older man standing in the door frame.

“What’s humiliating?” Your co-star Sebastian asks you, you look behind you and finally notice him. As he moves towards you walking from the door frame, with a soft smile calming your anxious eyes. “Nice suit, it looks good on you.” You compliment him with a small chuckle, unconscious about how you look. Avoiding his question entirely, still holding your untied tie.

“You look quite alright yourself, if I say so myself.” A soft smile on his face. “Thanks, that’s nice of you to say…” I look at my self in the mirror again, trying not to break down as your stress level is at an absolute maximum.

“You need a hand with that?” He asks seeing through your poker face, his hands pointing to his own tie. “Uhm, no.” At the verge of tears, looking everywhere in the mirror but him right behind you. Practically breathing down your neck.

“Why are you trying to act nonchalant, I know you well enough by now.” His hand on your shoulder turning you. He was right, of course. Having been filming this project for quite sometime now, it being delayed due to production issues etc. “It’s okay, you can be vulnerable with me.”

You couldn’t look away now, how badly you tried. His soft eyes finally meeting yours. A single tear falling on your cheek, taking a deep shakey breath. “I, i just…” You breathe out as more tears start falling, biting your lips trying not to have a full breakdown.

Shaking your head slowly and you look down as more tears start forming. When you let out a whine, you feel his arms around you pulling you towards his chest. Your hands wrap around him, as he’s letting you cry.

“It’s okay to cry, we don’t have to be though all the time…” He softly whispered as he resting his head on yours, giving you room to cry. Pulling you tighter to try to calm you. As he had read somewhere that hugs can help calm someone who needs it, you could definitely calm down… Just staying like this.

“This, this is so humiliating, we should get going.” You say as you stay against his chest. “Hey,” he lifts your chin up “we don’t need to be anywhere yet.” He presses his lips against your hair, his fingers caressing your back slowly. “Okay, are we okay?” His soft smile and eyes meeting yours red eyes. “Yeah, we’re okay.” You smile softly at him, wiping your tears away with your hands.

His hands finally grabbing your tie pulling it down, as he turns it around and wrap it around the collar. You look at where you cried, seeing it’s wet. “Sorry for ruining the shirt. And sorry that you had to witnesses, that.” He smiles shaking his head, as his hands are tying your tie.

“Hey, it’s okay don’t worry it’ll dry. And hey, don’t be so hard on yourself okay? We can’t be expected to know everything, no one is expecting you to be great at everything. You think I haven’t looked at my self in the mirror hopeless because I didn’t know how to tie a tie? We can’t be great at everything, we learn new stuff everyday.”

While he talks he finishes with tie, straightening your now somewhat crumbled suit. He grabs your face, thinking about whether to risk it all and kiss you, or hug you.

He leans in to kiss you on the lips, as it immediately felt like the right moment with the right person.

[little-jana]

"Caffeine and Affection"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2k

Warnings: excessive caffeine consumption, but otherwise pure fluff

Summary: For Valentine’s Day Spencer surprises you with a very special bouquet!

a/n: requested: yes! Thank you very much, hope you enjoy it!

The BAU ran on coffee.

At least, most of it did. Hotch practically had a coffee IV, Rossi wouldn’t touch anything under espresso-level strength, and even Spencer—who could rant about the adverse effects of caffeine for hours—drank coffee when cases ran late.

But you? You were different.

Your fuel of choice came in cans, not cups. Whether it was soda or energy drinks, you always had something sugary and carbonated in your hand. It had become part of your identity—something the team liked to tease you about but ultimately accepted.

Spencer, however, took a particular interest in your habit.

“You know,” he had told you one day, watching you crack open yet another can, “the excessive consumption of sugar and caffeine can lead to increased heart rate, insomnia, and dependency.”

You had grinned at him, unfazed. “Sounds like a problem for future me.”

He had sighed, shaking his head. “Future you is going to be very disappointed in past you.”

Despite his concerns, he never actually told you to stop. If anything, he seemed intrigued by your preferences—often asking which flavors you liked best, what brands you preferred, and even quizzing you on why you liked soda over coffee.

It was… cute.

Spencer had always been the kind of person who paid attention, but when it came to you, it felt like he noticed everything.

Which was why, on Valentine’s Day, when he approached your desk with a nervous expression and something hidden behind his back, you immediately knew he was up to something.

“Spence?” You tilted your head, setting down your can of soda. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched in that shy, almost awkward way he did when he was nervous. “I, uh… got you something.”

Before you could respond, he revealed what he had been hiding.

It wasn’t flowers. It wasn’t chocolates.

It was a bouquet. But instead of roses or lilies, it was made entirely of your favorite sodas and energy drinks, all carefully arranged and tied together with a big, bright bow.

You blinked. Stared. Opened your mouth. Closed it.

Then, finally, you burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Spencer!”

His ears went a little pink. “I read that people appreciate personalized gifts, and I know you don’t really drink coffee, so I figured this was a more… suitable alternative.”

You reached out, taking the bouquet from him with wide eyes. It was surprisingly well put together—each can securely fastened with ribbon, the entire thing looking both ridiculous and oddly adorable.

“This is—Spencer, this is amazing.” You grinned up at him. “Did you make this yourself?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to look up a tutorial. It took longer than I expected.”

You could just picture him sitting at home, carefully arranging cans of soda into a bouquet, meticulously tying them together with absolute precision. The thought made your heart swell.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “You’re the best.”

Spencer tensed for half a second before quickly melting into the hug, his arms wrapping around you just as firmly. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled back slightly, grinning. “Like it? Spencer, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

His smile was small but full of warmth. “Then it was worth it.”

You looked down at your wonderful bouquet and then back at him, your heart hammering a little harder than usual.

Maybe it wasn’t just the caffeine making it race.

[shina913]

Date Night | JWW

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x AFAB!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: Fluff; slice of life

Warnings: Allusions to sex

Word count: 377 words

Summary: Wonwoo needs help tying his tie.

A/N: Short and sweet!

“Baby?”

You turn your head away from your bathroom mirror at the sound of Wonwoo’s voice.

There he is, standing by the doorway, his necktie dangling from his fingers.

Despite sending him countless tutorial videos and practicing in front of the mirror together, he still claims he needs help with his tie.

But you both know the truth—he just loves having you close to him.

“Please?” He gives you those puppy dog eyes, your own personal kryptonite.

You walk toward him, fingers working deftly at his collar, deliberately brushing against his warm skin as you loop the silk fabric. His breath catches at your touch, his pulse thrumming beneath your fingertips as you tighten the knot and slide it up to his neck. When you finish, you smooth down his collar, letting your hands linger on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath he takes.

Looking up at him, you find his eyes fixed on you, their intensity making your own pulse race. Admittedly, you love having him this close too.

Your hands slide up to grasp his lapels, pulling him down until your lips meet in a slow, tender kiss that deepens when his arms encircle your waist, one hand on the small of your back as he leans into you.

“Do we have to go to this thing tonight?” he murmurs against your mouth, his fingers trailing down the curve of your ass.

You laugh softly. “It’s your work party, remember?”

“I know, but...” His voice drops lower as he traces patterns on your hip, nuzzling the crook of your neck. “We can have much more fun at home.”

The soft moan that escapes your lips as he suckles on your flesh is all the answer he needs. He lifts you off the floor, carrying you to the bedroom. When your back meets the mattress, you watch as he begins to loosen that tie.

“Wait—” You sit up to stop him, making him arch an eyebrow in confusion.

You give his tie a gentle tug, then slide your tongue across his lips. “Keep it on.”

The last thing you see is his devilish smile as he settles between your legs, making you gasp when the silk fabric brushes against your sensitive skin.

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[not-magdi]

-suit and tie / ben shelton

Warnings: none

Words: 717

Reading time: 3 min 50sec

Request: Hey, could you do an imagine where Ben and reader are going on a date and Ben doesn’t know how to tie his tie and ask reader to tie it for him and he just flirts the entire time please? Thank you :)

Thank you for requesting !!

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Ben stood in front of the mirror, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he wrestled with his bowtie for what had to be the hundredth time. He had tried following the video tutorial three times, attempted the old-school method once, and even muttered a few choice words under his breath as if that would somehow make the fabric behave.

Yet, here he was—standing in a perfectly tailored black suit, hair styled just right, looking every bit the polished gentleman except for the completely lopsided, twisted mess around his neck.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, tugging at the knot in defeat.

Behind him, Y/N stepped into the room, slipping in a pair of delicate earrings as she took in the sight before her. She had been expecting him to be ready by now, maybe even waiting for her with that signature cocky grin of his. Instead, she was met with the rare sight of Ben Shelton losing a battle—to a bowtie, of all things.

A smirk tugged at her lips. “Need some help there, handsome?”

Ben turned to her, hands dropping from the offending fabric as he exhaled dramatically. “Yes, please. I think this thing hates me.”

Y/N chuckled and stepped closer, reaching for the tie. “Or maybe you just don’t know what you’re doing.”

He scoffed, placing his hands on her waist almost instinctively. “Excuse you, I followed like three tutorials.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Clearly not well enough.”

Ben narrowed his eyes playfully. “That’s bold, baby. Talking all this smack while you’re literally in my arms.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, focusing on undoing his disastrous attempt at tying the bow. The heat of his hands on her waist didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the way his thumbs started tracing small, slow circles against the fabric of her dress. He wasn’t even being subtle about it.

“You’re really good at this,” Ben mused, watching her fingers work.

“I know, someone had to learn, considering you clearly can’t.”She said, biting back a smile.

Ben gasped, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Wow. First, I’m struggling, and now I’m getting bullied? This is a low point for me.”

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes again, but she had to admit—it was incredibly hard to concentrate when he was looking at her like that. His brown eyes, warm and mischievous, were locked onto her face, taking in every little movement as if she were the most interesting thing in the world.

Then, just when she thought he might behave, his voice dropped to a low, teasing murmur.

“You look insane tonight, by the way.”

Her fingers faltered slightly as she looped the fabric, and Ben definitely noticed.

“Like, I literally forgot what I was doing when you walked in,” he continued, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. “Completely useless after that. Brain? Gone. Thoughts? None.”

“Ben—” she warned, trying to focus on the bowtie.

“Mmm?” he hummed, his smirk growing.

“Stop trying to distract me.”

Ben grinned, dipping his head slightly so his nose brushed against her hair. “But you make it so easy.”

Y/N shook her head, trying her best to ignore the warmth pooling in her stomach. “If you don’t let me finish this, we will be late.”

“Alright, alright,” he relented, though the smug grin never left his face.

She finally pulled the fabric into place, tightening the knot with a satisfied tug. “There. All done.”

Ben turned to the mirror, adjusting the bowtie slightly. “Damn. You are good.” Then, without missing a beat, his hands slid from her waist to her lower back, pulling her closer. “Think you could tie me up in something else later?”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she smacked his chest, laughing. “Ben!”

He grinned down at her. “What? Just throwing out some ideas.”

She sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Come on, Mr. Flirt. Our reservation won’t wait forever.”

Ben smirked, offering his arm like a proper gentleman. “After you, my bowtie savior.”

And with that, they headed out, Ben already planning all the ways he’d get her flustered again before the night was over.

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[honeygrahambitch]

"What are we watching?" Will asked as he scooched next to Hannibal who was watching something on his phone. It was, of course, a tiktok.

"These individuals attempting to cook."

"Do you know what is actually weird about this video?"

"That she didn't wash the knife after chopping the chicken? The fact that they use the monstrosity called jarlic?"

"No. They are quiet. Are they about to get a divorce or something? We are never cooking in silence. This is creepy. How can they record without saying shit?"

Hannibal smiled. His Will always had the most insightful remarks.

"I think they are trying to capture the cooking noises. It's an ASMR type of video."

"This is not tickling my brain in any way. It's stupid. Scroll." Will said and scrolled himself before Hannibal could oppose. "Now this is better."

"A golden retriever farm, of course. Whatever makes you happy."

"It's your account. Your algorithm brings up the content you react to."

"I react to what I find interesting and to what I know that you will find interesting."

"We should watch a lure tying ASMR tutorial."

"Wonderful."

[waitingandwishing]

idk if you are writing much for sbg, let alone how to request much, but could you do romantic or platonic sbg (or just Tyler and Ben) with reader with like long curly hair, similar to Sunday kalogeras and she doesn't know what to do with it most the time.

-> context: curly haired girls are so fine

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings: none?

TYLER

Sometimes you had no idea of how to manage your hair. You swore it had a mind of its own. Spiraling curls that framed your face like storm clouds. Most days, your let it roam free, more out of surrender than choice. You owned six different hair products, none of which worked the same way twice. One morning it bounced like a shampoo commercial, the next it looked like you'd fought a bush and lost.

So somehow, through all that mess, Tyler still managed to find his own ways of liking it. "By the way, your hair looks good. I like it like that. Just… thought you should know."

That compliment caught you off guard but practically made your whole day. The way you beamed and awkwardly laughed with a small thanks made Tyler want to say more just to see you smile once again.

The wind picked up once again, the sky gray and blinding. Your hair, predictably, went wild once again. "Ugh," You muttered, brushing it back. "I should just shave it off."

Tyler glances at you, thinking for a moment before muttering, "Don’t."

You squinted at him, pausing your walk, "Don’t what?"

"Shave it," He said. Then shrugged, as if it was nothing. "I mean. It’s... Food. Like that. Or however it is. Doesn’t matter."

"You think my hair’s good." You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." He sounds like he’s admitting a war crime. "I mean, it’s a mess, but it works. On you." He shifted on his feet awkwardly and you forced yourself not to chuckle in amusement at his sudden bashfulness. "I like it."

You stared at him for a moment, though he avoided eye contact like it was physically painful. "...You like my hair?"

He exhaled hard. "I like you. The hair’s just part of it. Unfortunately." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking ready to bolt.

She blinks, stunned, before standing beside him once again with a chuckle. "You suck at this," she says.

"Yeah," He sighed. But it was worth it to see you smile at him.

BEN

Some mornings, it feels like your hair wakes up before you do. You've watched enough tutorials to know you're supposed to love your curls. Embrace the volume. Romanticize the frizz. But you’re not sure how to “romanticize” waking up with your head looking like that.

You've tried tying them up, taming them with pins, wrapping them in scarves, only for a stubborn curl to spring free like it’s laughing at your efforts. Sometimes you catch people staring, and you're never sure if it's admiration or awe at how you haven't burst into flames from sheer frustration

You were fussing with your hair, again. You turned to see Ben staring at you with a slight smile before he noticed your gaze. He paused, cheeks tinted pink before he quickly signed 'Beautiful'. HUH?! You opened your mouth to ask him to elaborate before Aiden had caught his attention with a ladybug.

It was late afternoon and you were sitting with Ben in the park. Aiden and Taylor were doing an arm wrestle as Ashlynn begrudgingly recorded and Tyler and Logan watched.

Your curls were frizzy from the humidity, and you were constantly pushing them behind your ears. “I don’t even know why I bother with this hair.” You muttered.

Ben stared at you for a moment before gently reaching out and tucking a stray curl behind your ear. “What are you doing?” You asked.

He held your gaze for just a moment longer before giving you that adorable smile of his you loved. "They're really pretty." He typed on his phone.

You stared at him with slightly wide eyes before smiling bashfully. Warmth filled your chest, making your hands tingle and your legs shake slightly. "... Thanks."

(A/n: keep in mind I DO NOT HAVE CURLY HAIR, so i am unfamiliar with this ask! so sorry if this is wrong and please tell me in the comments!)

[sturnboos]

hihihi may you please do one where thier younger sister who live with them in LA is like 13-14 and she gets her first period and she only want nick to know and he helps her but the next day nick wasn't home chris and matt and her go out and the boys notice something is off about her but they don't say anything about it but then they go out for dinner and she leaks and matt and chris help her.(sorry if that dont make sense english isnt my first language)

First Period

LITTLE SISTER READER X STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

warnings: clueless reader, first period, leaking in public.

a/n: shorter fic then normal, changed the request so it was all on the same day, never wrote about periods so hope this is good enough.

3:11pm

you couldn't comprehend what was happening as you stared at the toilet then at your underwear. Was that… Blood? Should you be worried? are you bleeding? Is this natural? you really had no idea what was happening and you were beginning to panic as you felt dizziness wash over you. 

There was a sudden knock on the door. you heard Matt's voice from the other side, "Hey sweetheart, You alright there? You've been there for like half an hour now” 

Still panicked, you pull up your underwear then your pants, you opened the door slightly and tried to smile at Matt "Yeah sorry, I'm alright. just a bit nauseous" she lied. "can.. can you get nick please?" 

Matt gave her worried look then smiled, "Alright, if you say so." a few minutes past then other knock on the door "you alright in there?" Nicks voice was heard.

You started to sob, "I'm really scared Nick. I don't know what's happening" with that nick opens the door stepping into check on you, that’s when he noticed the blood in the toilet.

Nick quickly rubbed circles on your back to calm you "oh princess, there's nothing to be afraid of… this is just a natural occurrence for girls your age. It means you’re becoming a big kid."

you wiped a tear away "Oh?" 

Nick chuckled, "Believe me, it’s a long lesson but i can help you get through the basics" not wanting to invade your privacy, nick grabbed a pad for you then handed you his phone with a video tutorial to show how to apply it. “I’ll be just outside the door okay?” He says before leaving.

7:03pm

later that same day you were walking out to Matt’s car ready to go to the restaurant for dinner which was a thing all 4 of you did every Friday. But today when you climbed in the car Nick wasn’t their and Matt already started to drive off.

“Wait where’s nick” you asked confused.

“He had a last minute space camp meeting… Laura picked him up, he’s probably not gonna make it tonight” Chris spoke.

“But that’s okay we can still have a fun dinner” Matt ads on.

you become nervous but nod and look out the window.

8:26pm

dinner was going well, you had ordered chicken tenders and fries, Matt got spaghetti and meatballs while Chris just got a hamburger. you got up to go grab more sauce for your chicken tenders but before you could even leave the table Chris’s hand tightens around your arm stopping you. you look at him confused, Matt’s mouth drops a little too but he quickly composed himself. "your leaking honey" Chris says, so you look down and low and behold, the front of your denim shorts soaked in blood. You became very embrassed. Matt was already tying his hoodie around you to hide it from the public. "should we go home so you can clean up or- " Chris questioned but you cut him off. "no it’s okay, I can wait"

"what were you getting up for before?" Matt questions. "Sauce"

Matt stood up grabbing the sauce for you. You all finished your meals like normal. when you got home you went straight to the bathroom to shower. Chris layed out some comfy pyjamas on the bed for you and Matt got straight to work trying to wash the blood out of your shorts. When you were all clean and comfy you all snuggled up on the couch and watched movies until Nick came home.

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

CHAPTER SIX

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: you confront your classmate, determined to make her ex leave you alone.

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warnings: none

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When you got kicked out of your house you only had time to bring a few sets of clothes, your toothbrush, and your school supplies. While you were getting ready this morning, you had to watch a video tutorial online on how to tie your hair up with a pencil not minding the tall short haired girl who was eating breakfast just a few feet away in their tight knit apartment.

It was easy not to talk to Sae-byeok. She was like smoke, easy to spot but can’t grasp as it’s already dissolving away. She left ten minutes earlier than you did without a single uttering to you. You try not to think about it too much because you will be gone soon.

“Noona.” you hear a voice behind you peep while you were done tying your hair back. Cheol pops up from his room, handing you his tie timidly. “I accidentally loosened my tie. Could you tie it for me again?”

You walk over to Cheol and kneel on the hardwood floor to help adjust his uniform tie.

“Did someone hurt you?” he asks, pointing at your cheek.

“No, never. I just tripped.” you lie. You feel the weight of his stare on your bruised up cheek. “Do you always go to school by yourself?” you say to advert the topic.

“Yes. Sometimes my sister takes me if she doesn’t go to work early but she usually does.” he explains, rubbing his tired little eyes with his fist. “Ji-yeong noona isn’t a morning person so I’m scared to ask her.”

“Done. You look nice.” you ruffle the top of his head and stand up. “I would be scared to wake up Ji-yeong too by the way.”

A fatigue little giggle escapes Cheol’s mouth.

“Have a good day at school, Cheol.” you say and walk over to the door to slip on your sneakers only to look over at Cheol who pokes his head out his room once more.

“Are you staying with us forever, Noona?” he asks. The confused expression you gave him startled him. “I want you to!”

“No, I know what you meant to say it’s just—“ you scratch the top of your head. You don’t think it’ll be appropriate to say that tomorrow morning you’ll be long gone to a sensitive boy like Cheol. “I don’t know actually. Maybe one day I’ll have to leave but we’ll still be friends, okay?”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely. Maybe in the summer you can come visit me at the art gallery I work at.”

“That’ll be cool.” he says quietly. “Bye, Noona.”

You wave him goodbye and exit the apartment.

The bus ride to your campus is serene on this cloudy spring morning and you wonder when this moment of calm will end. Maybe it’ll end when you get to your first class of the day where you will confront Yoon about her ex-boyfriend’s attempted assault on you yesterday.

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One thing Sae-byeok had to get used to was having a routine. Before working at the bakery, her days of pickpocketing were irregular and her income would be inconsistent. It was strange at first and she wasn’t the best on arriving to work on time at first, but by some miracle Miss Ahn never complained about her tardiness. Sae-byeok is almost certain Ji-yeong told her about her past so Miss Ahn could take it easy on her.

Her first month working at the bakery she didn’t think she would last. She was told to memorize kneading techniques, how to spot expired flour, and go grocery shopping in the middle of a rush because they ran out of eggs. It was all too foreign. But now she can barely remember her life without this job. However, today her mind is back to the days she used to be Jang Deok-su’s little apprentice. Everyday was violence, theft, drugs, and more violence. Sae-byeok can’t believe she survived it all.

For her midday break, Sae-byeok stepped outside to the back alley of the bakery and leaned her back against the wall to ponder some more.

“Hey, Kang!” Ahn Yong-sun, Miss Ahn’s eldest grandson, calls out to her from the back door. She slowly turns her head to look at him. “Where the fuck did you put Kim Yeoreum’s cake order? I can’t fucking find it anywhere!”

“On the top shelf! Asshole.” she mutters the last word underneath her breath.

“Just because you’re two inches taller than me doesn’t mean we can all fucking reach the top shelf!”

“Yong-sun, watch your mouth child!” Miss Ahn hisses as she arrived back from her grocery errands. She fans her grandson with her hands in a shooing motion. He mumbles an apology and cowers back inside but not before throwing Sae-byeok a glare. “Don’t let that brat get into your head, dear. He’s become so spoiled—of course he has, he was raised by my own spoiled son!”

Sae-byeok reaches over to grab her bag of groceries.

“Ah, look at you always being so attentive with me.” Miss Ahn coos. “I’m telling you if I fell down the stairs my grandson wouldn’t even bat an eye.”

They enter the kitchen and the aroma of fresh bread hits their nostrils. As Sae-byeok reaches over to shut the door for some odd reason the smell makes her think of you and the croissant you offered her last night. While she unloads the bag of groceries she keeps thinking of you and the last thing you told her last night.

Sae-byeok turns to peer down at the elder lady beside her jotting down another list of groceries. “Miss.” she says out of the blue.

“Yes, dear?”

“Is the apartment above the bakery still vacant?”

Miss Ahn’s looks up past her reading glasses and raises a brow. “Why? Did you and Cheol get booted off?”

“No, it’s for a friend.”

“Ah.” she hums and continues to write her list again. “I’m in the process of having a couple of people visit the space. However, it’ll make my life easier if you got your friend to come first—just make sure she doesn’t ask too many questions. You young kids love doing that.”

“Okay. Can she come tomorrow?”

Sae-byeok could sense that the older lady is skeptical. But she remains stone faced and calm hoping that she won’t raise further questions. It’s bad enough she’s doing this for your sake.

“I don’t see why not. Tomorrow afternoon.” she pats her on the shoulder. “Now, can you help me finish icing this cake for me? The customer will arrive later today.”

Sae-byeok walks around the other side of the island counter and sneakily pulls out her phone to send Ji-yeong a message.

✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

You drop your belongings at your usual spot, next to the large window panes in the studio and march over to Yoon who was currently chatting with a friend. Without noticing, your jaw clenches seeing how content Yoon looks giggling with her friend while your mind is in torment over the chaos that ensued yesterday.

When she sees your rigid figure march up to her she hushedly says something to her friend that made her go silent. She avoids your eye contact the closer you approach them.

“Can I talk to you in private?” you ask her, irritated.

Yoon stiffly nods while still avoiding your intense eye contact and follows you out the classroom. When you reach the end of the hall you cross your arms and narrow your eyes at her.

“So—“

“I’m really sorry.” Yoon interrupts quickly with guilt written all over her face. “I didn’t think Yen-ho would…”

“Try to beat me up?” you scoff.

“I was just confused about this whole situation an—“

“Situation? This isn’t a situation, Yoon this is my life! I get it if you don’t want to be around me anymore. It fucking sucks that I know what you will decide but to go around and tell people…” you choke back tears. “it’s just making my life harder than it already is.”

“Fuck. I’m so deeply sorry.”

Breathless with anger you take a couple of seconds to compose yourself before continuing. “Whatever, Yoon. Could you just tell me if he’ll be here today so I know when to leave?”

“He doesn’t go to school here he just likes to wander.” she mutters. “But I’ll text him—tell him to back off.”

Before you could speak your professor appears. “Ladies, class is starting now could you head to your seats please. And can I speak to you after class about your project?” he points at you.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” you mumble, lowering you head and scurry with Yoon to the class.

“Don’t apologize.” he chuckles.

It was hard to pay attention in class when all you could do is shoot daggers at Yoon across the room. You could see the anxiousness in her behavior, how she would pick up and put down her phone, and only reply to her friends in short sentences.

At one point you heard the professor cough in your direction leaving you no choice but to try and concertante on the piece you are working on. But by the time class was finished, you barely finished what you started with.

You wait until everyone leaves before dragging your feet up to the professors desk.

He greets you by your name and folds his hands, thinking deeply. “So, you’re the only one that hasn’t shown me their piece. Could you show me and explain to me what your piece is about?”

“It’s a textile piece that will, um, resemble a fashion designers sketchbook. I’m using textile, watercolor, fashion magazines, and my own sketch designs for this piece…” you quietly explain as you show him the piece, frowning at the disapproval on his face.

“That sounds…marvelous.” he says to your surprise. “I like the use of watercolor to depict paper fading yellow.”

“Thank you, professor.” you bow.

“Is there a story behind this?”

“I’m still trying to get around it.”

“Okay.” he hums. “Recently, I’ve noticed your lack of concentration in my class however. I stated from the start that students that consistently keep lacking won’t succeed in my class. This is the first big project and you will have two bigger ones these next upcoming weeks. I don’t want you to fall behind already—especially since I can already conclude that you’ll be one of the runner ups in the Hangaram prize.”

Your heart begins to swell. This is the first good news in a while you aren’t sure how to react. So you just stare at your professor with wide eyes and a gaped mouth.

“So please, focus on this project and I am excited to see the end results next class.”

“Of course, thank you professor!”

You walk out of class in high spirits only to be crushed with the realization in knowing that a potential group of loiterers are waiting for you outside these walls.

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[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 6

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername: living out my best sugar baby life thanks to @/maxverstappen 1 😈😈 ty schatze ❤️💦🤤

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user4: chat... i fear that the flirting... erm... m-m-may not be a joke anymore

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maxverstappen1: GTFO my face with that bullshit.

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landonorris: Well well well... aren't YOU the reason why Max is "booked out" for the next week.

landonorris: YOU TRAITOR 😡😡😡

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user8: ???? I AM CONFUSION

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yourusername: 😢😢😢 i'm super duper sworry

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris GTFO 🚪

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[ac-19]

Wedding - T. Sawyer (Bravo 4)

summary: trent agrees to be your date at your brother's wedding.

When Trent agreed to be my date to my brother's wedding so that my family would stop hassling me about not bringing anyone, I didn't know what to think. Sure we had known each other for years since I worked with Naima and quickly became friends with Bravo team but we weren't all that close.

Trent just shrugged it off when I asked him why he agreed to come with me and he just said that he was available so why not? I had to admit I was kind of pleased with the whole situation because I always had a crush on him. My phone dinging made me snap out of my thoughts. I picked it up off the bathroom sink and saw a text from Trent.

"I'm here."

I took a deep breath as I fluffed up my hair and fixed my lipstick for the millionth time before I grabbed my clutch and stuffed my phone in it before I made my way outside. I quickly locked the door behind me and my breath hitched in my throat as I saw Trent standing by his car wearing a full black suit with his collar unbuttoned and his hair slicked back. I quickly composed myself and smiled at him as I walked down the steps of my townhouse. He lifted his head and smiled as his eyes landed on me.

"Wow. You look amazing."

I had changed seven times to be exact before I settled on this tight black dress that hit me right below the knee with a slit on the right side which came up to my mid-tight. I kept it basic for the rest of the outfit and makeup, pairing it with some nude strappy heels, curling my hair lightly and only doing some simple makeup. My brother's wedding was outside and since it was almost 100 degrees out today I didn't want to look like a raccoon by the end of the night.

"You look very handsome too."

Trent smiled.

"Only thing, I can't tie a tie for shit."

I chuckled.

"How? What about when you're in your dress blues?"

He just shrugged.

"I usually watch some youtube tutorials or get someone to help me."

I nodded.

"I'm pretty good at tying them if you got it."

"Yeah let me get it."

He quickly made his way back to the driver's side of the car and I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. He came back around holding a black tie and I smiled as I put my clutch down on the hood of his truck before I took the tie out of his hands.

Given the height difference I struggled a bit to put the tie around his neck and I couldn't help but blush as I stumbled over my own two feet and almost fell. He swiftly grabbed onto my arm to prevent my fall and I gave him a small smile.

"Thanks."

He nodded as he let go of me and I diverted my attention back to tying his tie. Once I was done with his tie I quickly stepped back and smiled.

"All good now."

He nodded.

"We should probably get on the road."

I nodded.

"Right. Wouldn't want to be late to my own brother's wedding."

Trent nodded as he turned around and opened the passenger door to his truck. I gave him a small smile as I stepped inside the truck. He grabbed my clutch which was still on the hood of his truck and handed it to me before he closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat. We had about a thirty minute drive to get to this remote beach that my brother was getting married on.

"So full disclosure, my dad was in the air force and my two brothers are in the marines so let's just say they are a little overprotective of me since I'm the youngest and the only daughter."

Trent nodded.

"No problem."

I nodded. The rest of the drive was pretty quiet except for the fact that we almost got lost twice but we finally pulled into the parking lot and I was so nervous right now. Trent parked the truck and quickly got out and came over to open my door. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the truck and put on a fake smile.

"You okay?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"(Y/N) there you are."

My mother was the first one to notice me and I gave her a smile as she started walking our way. I quickly hugged my mom and let my hands back down to my side and quickly balled my hand up in my fist so no one would notice my nervous shake.

"And who is this?"

"Hum, mom this is Trent. Trent, this is my mom (Y/M/N).

"Nice to meet you ma'am."

She nodded.

"Nice to meet you too Trent. Why didn't you tell us he was coming?"

I nervously chuckled.

"Hum, his schedule is kind of unpredictable so I didn't know if he would make it. I hope (Y/B/N) doesn't mind."

"Oh of course not honey. The more the merrier right?"

I nodded.

"Let's head inside, it's going to start soon."

I nodded as my mom turned her back to me and started walking towards the seating section which was set up on the beach. I unballed my fist but my hand was still very much shaky. I looked back at Trent and he swiftly grabbed onto my hand as we made our way down to our seats.

"Look who I found."

Before I could say anything my mother stepped aside and I smiled at my brother, his very pregnant wife and my dad.

"Hi everybody."

"Who's this?"

Trent let go of my hand and shook hands with my dad.

"Trent Sawyer sir."

"Nice to meet you young man."

He then introduced himself to my brother and his wife before he took a seat beside me. My mom gave me a quick smile which meant that she liked Trent and I was able to relax a bit. I crossed my leg one over the other and settled into my seat as Trent put his on my exposed knee which made me almost lose all my composure.

His hand rested on my knee the entire ceremony and he put his hand on the small of my back as we made our way through the crowd at the reception to find our seat. We were seated with my parents and brother.

"So Trent, what do you do for work?"

"Hum..."

I looked over at him and could tell he was struggling to come up with an answer that wasn't going to out him as a special warfare operator.

"He's a field medic."

My brother gave me a confused look but I just completely ignored him.

"Oh so you work for a private company?"

"Yeah something like that."

My dad nodded and I looked over at my mom and pleaded with her through my eyes to change the subject.

"How's your work been honey?"

"Busy, you know how it is."

"Yeah I heard there was a kid that died in the parking lot of the hospital."

I gulped at my brother's comment. That kid in question was one of my patients and I turned my back away from him for a few minutes to enter his information in the system and he left the treatment room and shot himself in his truck. We tried to save him, but it was too late. I regret ever leaving that treatment room.

"Yeah."

I pulled my hands down in my lap and started fiddling with my ring on my right hand. Trent put his hand out and I looked over at him and gave him a smile as I slid my hand in his. I was really glad he was here.

"What happened, do you know?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and Trent squeezed my hand.

"Anybody else thirsty? I'm gonna go grab some drinks."

"Good idea Trent, I'm gonna come with you."

My dad started taking drink orders and Trent leaned closer to me.

"I've got you."

I nodded.

"Thank you."

He nodded.

"Do you want anything?"

"Sex on the beach."

"What?"

I started laughing at the flustered look on Trent's face.

"It's a drink."

He chuckled.

"Oh."

"Actually I'm not gonna make you go up there with my dad and order me that. Just get me a glass of white wine. Anyone's fine."

He nodded as he got up and followed my dad to the bar.

"Ok sister. Spill it. Did you pay this guy to be your date?"

I turned my attention over to my brother and furrowed my eyebrows.

"The hell are you talking about?"

"You've never mentioned this guy once. Never even mentioned dating someone. Didn't want to tell us what he actually did for a living. What is he? A stripper you dressed up and paid to do your date tonight."

I scoffed.

"It's so hard for you to believe that he'd be here with me willingly isn't it?"

"I'm just trying to understand."

"You know what? I don't owe any of you guys an explanation. I'm going to get some fresh air."

I pushed myself up and headed out towards the balcony. I was really grateful that nobody else was out here right now.

"Honey, can we talk?"

"Not in the mood mom."

"Can I do the talking then?"

I looked over at my mom and nodded.

"Ignore your brother. He's just trying to get under your skin like he's always done since the day you were born. Now I have an idea why Trent couldn't tell us what he did for a living and I'm not gonna push because I hated when people did it to me regarding your father's career, all I'm gonna say is that he seems like a really good guy. I'm not sure if you two are just friends or if you're dating but I noticed the way you were nervous when you first got here and how he grabbed onto your hand to stop your shaking and how when your brother talked about the incident at the hospital he did it again and when you were uncomfortable he immediately changed the subject."

"We're not dating, we're just friends."

"Well all I'm saying is maybe there's something there."

I nodded.

"Thanks mom."

She nodded as she rubbed my back the way she always has done since I was a kid.

"Anytime honey. Whenever you're ready just come back inside and join us."

I nodded and my mom headed back inside. I was used to my brother being a jackass but to go as far as asking if Trent was a stripper I paid to be my date really pissed me off.

"Your mom told me you were out here but if you want to be alone I can leave."

I shook my head as I turned around to face Trent.

"No you can stay."

He nodded as he walked over to me and handed me my glass of wine.

"Everything okay?"

"Just my brother being a jackass."

Trent chuckled and I smiled.

"What?"

"I've just never heard you talk like that before."

I chuckled.

"Only when it comes to (Y/B/N)."

He nodded.

"I'm guessing you two aren't that close?"

"He's twelve years older than me. There wasn't much potential for us to be close."

Trent nodded as Amazed by Lonestar started playing. That was my parents' wedding song and it was one of my favourite songs.

"Do you want to dance?"

I smiled as I put my glass of wine down on the table beside me and put my hand down in Trent's and we walked to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he rested his hands on my waist.

"Thank you for coming with me today. You made today a lot easier."

He nodded.

"It's my pleasure."

"I told my mom we were just friends. By the way, so you don't have to keep pretending to be my boyfriend or something."

Trent nodded.

"Look (Y/N) the reason I agreed to be your date today was because I really like you. It was an opportunity to get close to you without all our friends around."

I smiled.

"You know you could have just asked me on a date."

He smiled.

"I guess I could have done that too."

I smiled.

Trent smiled and I laid my head on his shoulder as we continued to sway back and forth. As the song ended I felt Trent place a soft kiss on the top of my head and I couldn't help but smile as this wedding couldn't have gone any better.

"I would have said yes just so you know."