#i made up this little AU for the caption but now. i really want to write it

[angelsdean]

THE END: an album by CASTIEL 

Solo artist CASTIEL releases his fifth studio album, THE END, a concept album that follows the doomed romance of the Fallen Angel and Fearless Leader, set in a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by a zombie-plague. Many speculate the album is semi-autobiographical, fictionalizing the famed fall-out between CASTIEL and former bandmates of the now-defunct punk band, TEAM FREE WILL. During their run, it was rumored that CASTIEL and frontman, Dean Winchester, were romantically involved. Fans of CASTIEL theorize that the “Fearless Leader” in THE END is a stand-in for Dean Winchester. Fans also point to track 9 “DEVIL IN DETROIT” as a reference to the city where TEAM FREE WILL played their final show before the band’s breakup. Another clue can be found in the opening song, “WELCOME TO THE END”, which states that the year is 2014, which fans will know is the year TEAM FREE WILL broke up, of course. 

Regardless of the real life circumstances that influenced the album, THE END stands out as a masterpiece in storytelling, weaving a tale of love, betrayal, sacrifice, grief, passion, resentment and at its core...a deep longing to turn back the clock. CASTIEL has done it again, putting his heart and soul into each song, the raw emotion heard in every note of his signature rumbling voice. This album brings CASTIEL back to his punk roots with an iconic sound and style that were absent on his recent albums. TFW fans will feels the nostalgia and new fans are in for a treat. If you have yet to listen to THE END don’t wait! THE END IS HERE. 

THE END is PRODUCED by ZACHARIAH ADLER.  RECORDED at SANDOVER STUDIOS.  WRITTEN and PERFORMED by CASTIEL.  DISTRIBUTED by ANGEL RECORDS. All Rights Reserved.

➥endverse, emerald, emo/popunknatural for @carveredlund’s 1k celebration

[star-sim]

hello kitty meets batman (real not clickbait!) ☆ jake sim

☆ youtuber! super down bad! bf! jake x youtuber! fem! reader ☆summary: jake sim was youtube's cut-throat, horror creator, known for his dark video style. meanwhile, you were the cutesy beauty vlogger, lighting up every algorithmically generated home page you touched. no one would have expected you two vastly different people to know each other, let alone be in a long-term relationship. ☆ genre: fluff, youtuber! au, secret dating! au, established relationship, suggestive, im sorry im never letting the ytber au go, cutesy!reader, jake is SO down bad its kinda painful #patheticmen ☆warning(s): no, just fluffy, also reader is really feminine and girly in this ☆ word count: 13.4k words ☆ wrote half of this in spanish class so im sorry if there are mistakes, first time writing established relationship in full, kinda nervy

Jake Sim was many things.

One of the most popular and well-respected content creators on Youtube was one of them.

As Jake's nimble fingers darted across his keyboard, his other hand rested firmly on his mouth, he thought that the blue light emitting from his computer screen should burn his eyes. Except, it didn't. Despite what most people thought, 90% of being Youtuber was just simply staring at a computer screen, rather than being in front of a camera lens. The man felt his nose prickle before he let out a soundless, but satisfying, yawn. He leaned back against his office chair, stretching his neck and arms before he rubbed his eyes.

There was a reason that he was an extremely respected creator on Youtube.

For one, the production quality of his videos were high. Down to the Closed Captions or his camera's grain, Jake's attention to detail was immaculate. Not to mention, the content itself was magnificent. 

Whenever people asked Jake what he did for work, it was hard for him to answer.

He'd said that he made horror content, but he'd only earned incredulous looks, like he was a madman. Even then, "horror" content wasn't the correct description.

In short, Jake liked to make videos about obscure things. Which just so happened to be a little spooky. Sketchy true crime cases, searches for lost media, strange Internet phenomena, government cover-ups— Name anything a little bit eerie and Jake probably already covered something of that sort on his channel. Given the nature of his content, Jake almost always maintained a serious tone, but when the opportunity came to offer his opinion, he liked to relay it in a straightforward way. 

Another reason why he was so regarded was because of his content style. He preferred using darker colors, having a crisp microphone that picked up every rasp of his deeper voice. When he had camera shots, Jake liked to be in a dimly lit room. Unfortunately, his room was dark, too. 

This all combined together to create a singular image for Jake: the cool, high-quality, but a little bit scary, guy that likes to make videos about scary topics.

Now cracking his knuckles, Jake sucked in a sharp breath. Although he could easily export his upcoming video now and upload it, garnering millions of views, he refused to. There was something missing from it; it needed a little umph, a little embellishment to really pull things together. If there was one thing about Jake, it was that he'd put quality over quantity any day.

Jake is torn out of his thoughts when his phone, long forgotten next to his mouse, lit up. Usually, when he worked long afternoons like this, he silenced his phones in order to maintain focus.

However, there was always one exception.

You.

pretty girl: hi babe, do you think you can help me take promo pictures later?

The moment that Jake saw your contact show up, he picked up his phone immediately. His fingers tapped his screen, quickly responding to you.

me: yeah i can do it rn if you want

pretty girl: if youre busy, it doesn't need to be today, it can be tomorrow or something

pretty girl: oh

pretty girl: are you sure?

Of course he was.

Jake was already shutting off his monitor, grabbing his keys and shoving his feet into his shoes at your first message.

me: yeah i'll come over right now

You were Jake Sim's girlfriend. But other than the people in your personal life, no one else knew that.

Not that either of you minded.

Like Jake, you were a Youtuber. Except, your community was the complete opposite from his.

Your niche was cute makeup and lifestyle. Your videos had cute, blushy sets, characterized by cute plushies in the background and pretty, pink decorations. When you weren't making makeup tutorials or "get ready with me's," you were giving your viewers small sneak-peeks into your life. Whether it be your rosy morning skincare, or your sunny afternoon cooking attempts, or your illuminated late night thoughts, your content was light-hearted, soft, and personable. 

And if you weren't doing any of those things, you were modeling.

You were a beauty influencer, so you had sponsors from different makeup companies and such. What was most distinguishable from your personal brand was that you were one of Sanrio's biggest ambassadors. If there was someone that was the living embodiment of Hello Kitty, it was you.

Your personability, and your ability to feel authentic to your viewers, was a key factor in your large viewerbase. And what contributed to that the most was the fact that you had no idea how to use a camera. One would think that a content creator would know how to use a camera, but you were somehow the exception.

Not a problem!

Because you had your boyfriend, Jake!

Who was basically the master of content creation and film, in your opinion.

"Jakey!" you pounced on your boyfriend the moment he appeared at your apartment doorway. You threw your arms around his neck, immediately peppering his neck and cheeks with kisses. You heard him let out a few chuckles, feeling the rumble of his strong chest as he did. 

"Geez, babe, let me take my shoes off first," Jake teased you, taking in your sweet strawberry perfume. You immediately peeled yourself off of him, your lips forming a cute frown. 

"Shut up," you murmured, punching him on the arm while you jutted your bottom lip out. The lip tint and gloss on them shined, which made Jake grin. And when you noticed that he was staring at your lips, you gave him a gentle shove before saying again, “Shut up, Jakey.”

There it was, his favorite thing about you.

You were so, very, really, undeniably, mean to him.

Okay, that sounded weird.

But it was the truth.

Your relationship could be summed up in a few words—

You were just the cutest, and could barely contain your feelings for Jake, so you'd get all cuddly and affectionate with him. He'd tease you about it, so you'd get all shy and flustered, and you would begin to be mean to him. You'd call him stupid or annoying, and you'd tell him to go away but make no effort to resist his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest. And then he would get to tease you more, until you were so embarrassed that you relented and let him kiss you.

How could he not resist teasing you?

You were always so pretty, with makeup or not, and it was easy to tease you since you got embarrassed so easily.

Even if he was holding his most expensive camera in his hands, he'd still let you pounce on him, if it meant that he got one extra kiss from you.

You led him to your bedroom. It had the same sweet, strawberry scent as you. Your room was pink, and along the walls were shelves, all filled with the many, many plushies that Jake bought you. Plopping onto your bed, Jake watched as you dug around your filming desk.

"Sooo," he started, "You're gonna do a promotional post on Instagram?"

You hummed. Sanrio recently launched a new line of lip tints, and they sent you their newest ones to review and promote. 

"I already made a review, and it's going to go up later," you said, digging through your drawers. "I want to make a promo post, too, y'know?"

You let out an 'a-ha!' as you found what you were looking for. It was a tube of lip-tint, the newest one from the collection. You then touched up your makeup a little more. 

Jake watched you in awe. The way you applied lip gloss and brushed setting powder (or was it blush? he didn't know anything about makeup) onto your cheeks was so mesmerizing, as you weren't already so captivating to him.

Finally, you stood up, straightening out your outfit. You puckered your lips, and when you noticed Jake staring at you, you gave him a little twirl.

"How do I look?" you asked. 

Jake, with his camera in hand, pointed the lens at you. He looked through the viewfinder.

"Beautiful." 

As always.

The shoot went smoothly. As you always did when Jake was your photographer, the two of you drove to the film studio, renting out a room for a good hour. Jake was a pro with the camera and you were an even bigger pro at modeling. Other than a few compositional edits or changes in exposure, you and Jake were done as soon as you started. The two of you decided that you’d go back to your place, cook dinner together, and maybe watch a movie.

Except that got delayed.

“Y-You’re so annoying, Jake,” you struggled out. You were in the back seat of your car, legs thrown over your boyfriend’s hips, his soft lips connected to your neck. Your fingers gently tugged on his hair, you yourself pressing soft pecks against his forehead and temples. It started because you gave Jake a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you,’ which spiraled into a makeout session in your car.

“What,” he breathed against your skin, dark eyes flickering up to yours. “You said you’d do anything to express your thanks for me.”

Jake kissed your neck again, before trailing up your throat to your jaw. Your fingers raked through his soft hair, pushing his dark locks out of his face so that you could see his face clearly. Jake reached up, took your hand out of his hair, and instead held your palm against his cheek, nuzzling into your warm hand. The way your eyes widened into saucers, lips parting, in response made the man’s lips curve upward.

“W-Well I thought you’d ask me to hug you… or something,” you said sheepishly, your voice soft as your boyfriend’s actions flustered you.

Jake grinned to himself internally before pulling away from you altogether. 

“Then do you want to stop?” Your eyes widened a fraction. “Then, let’s go hom—“

“No!” you cut him off, your hands squeezing his shoulders. “Let’s not!”

You stared at him, brows furrowed, for a few moments, before you noticed the growing grin on your boyfriend’s face. That look you knew too well, the one that said that he was going to tease the everlasting fuck out of you.

Jake pulled you in by the waist, close enough so that your chests touched, noses almost brushing against each other. He could feel the heat radiating off your face, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“You sure you don’t wanna stop?” His voice was teasing, but you knew better. The earnest look in his eyes, you stared into yours, was filled with sincerity. He gave your waist a squeeze, almost as if to ask, “Do you actually want this?”

“Yes, Jakey,” you breathed against his lips, matter-of-factly. “I don’t wanna stop.”

The corner of his lips begin to lift.

“So you better kiss me,” you quipped, gripping his shoulders.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he rasped back, before attacking your lips.

(Later, when you were done, you two went home and went about your plan for the night. Except, you had to yell at Jake to go wash his face, because the sight of your lipstick at the corner of his lips was too much for you to take.)

"Hi, everyone!" you greeted the camera, folding your hands in your lap. With your thick, pink, knit sweater's sleeves falling over your wrists, you shot the lens a pretty smile. It was another normal day on the job of making content.

"As you guys know, VidCon is coming up soon." You pulled your makeup pouch toward your chest, leaning against the edge of your filming desk. "So, let's pack with me!"

Vidcon was an event for people to meet all of their favorite Youtubers. This year, you were invited to be one of the featured creators, given your popularity. As you filmed your "Pack with Me!" vlog, surrounded by ring lights aided by your windows cracked open, you recalled the email you had sent earlier, squeezing your eyes shut.

You see, Jake and you were both invited to VidCon. Since no one else, not even Youtube the corporation or your fellow Youtubers, knew that you guys were dating, Jake and you were given vastly different things. Youtube booked an entire hotel complex for all of its creators, and unfortunately, your room was located 10 floors below Jake's room. And worse, your booths and events were so far apart from each other that you probably wouldn't even see your boyfriend even if he decided to traverse the Convention. 

That's what you got for being vastly different content creators.

This year would be the first year that you and Jake got invited to VidCon, and you two wanted to share this experience with each other as much as possible.

Which is why you just shot Youtube one of the most embarrassing emails of your life.

"Hi, Youtube. The hotel complex you booked has a bar, and it is much closer to the top than the bottom. I really want to visit that bar. Can I request a room change so that my room is maybe on the 15th or 16th floors?" except add more formalities and much more discreet language, and that was the email you sent to your employers. You knew that it wouldn't be hard, and that the Youtube PR manager wouldn't reject your request. After all, you were the Sanrio beauty girl. Regardless, you'd gotten a response about an hour ago, and your request was approved, luckily. 

As you continued talking to your camera, folding your clothes neatly while chatting to your viewers about updates in your life, you thought about what you and Jake should do at VidCon. It was in the LA area, but you definitely wanted to visit other places in Southern California. 

It was no surprise that you and Jake had been more than touchy and close to each other. You were dating. Still, butterflies formed in your stomach as you thought about what you would do with him. Your face heated up at the thought of you and him spending time together in the hotel's rooftop hot-tub. The idea of him sneaking in your room at night, warming you up and pepperinging your cheeks with kisses, made your heart rate speed up, and you could only relish in the thought of exploring LA, Irvine, or wherever Jake wanted to take you with him.

You were a grown woman with a job and responsibilities, but the mere thought of your boyfriend being within the same vicinity as you made you nervous.

Just as you finished folding your clothes, you heard your front door crack open.

"Babe?" you hear Jake's voice call out your name. You turn off your camera to greet him, swearing to forget all of the thoughts you just had. Except, the moment that you locked eyes with him, all determination to not be teased left your body. Your lips wobbled, trying to bite back that stupid, bashful, and lovesick smile that made its way onto your face when you thought about Jake, but your eyes gave it all away. Instead of throwing yourself at him like you usually did, you only reached for the hem of his black T-shirt, playing with it sheepishly. 

You mumbled a small, "Hi."

You could feel Jake staring at you, and you could hear the way his lips curve into a smug, shit-eating grin.

"Shut up," you told him, your eyebrows crashing together.

"Baby, I didn't even say anything," Jake said, his hands finding their place on your lower back.

You felt shy and exposed before him. "Well, I know you're going to say something."

Jake grasped your chin, gently making you look at him. You tried to avoid his eyes, but it was impossible to avoid those dreamy, caramel eyes. Then, he took your face with both his hands, leaning in.

Was he going to kiss you? Oh my god, he was! Quick! What do you do? You felt like you were going to melt.

Instinctively, your hands tightened on the hem of his shirt, the black fabric scrunching in your fists. You closed your eyes, your lips softly puckering. You could feel him coming closer and closer, until his breath fanned your cheek.

As if he hadn't kissed you a million times before, your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. 

Jake ghosted his lips over yours, inching just close enough that he could brush his lip against yours. 

And then, he pulled away from you. He took off his shoes, placed down his keys, and made his way into your bedroom, leaving you there standing alone.

Heat spread across your face and neck and ears as you realized your boyfriend had just teased you once again. You hid your face in your palms, letting out a small whine of embarrassment, before recollecting yourself and joining your boyfriend.

"Woah, what's going on here, babe?" Jake asked, standing at your bedroom doorway. 

"Oh." There was clothes and film equipment sprawled across your floor and bed. "I was filming a video."

You saw Jake's expression twitch, before he took your hands in his.

"My bad, was I interrupting something?" He was sincere in how his face showed a small drop of guilt for disrupting your filming. How could someone be such a tease one moment yet be so genuine the next?

"No, it's okay, Jakey," you said. "I mean, I need to finish my video, but I don't mind if you're around."

And that's how you found yourself trying not to burst out laughing as you filmed your video. Jake kept making funny faces at you, that goofy grin growing on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Jake, stop making faces!" you laughed, throwing a shirt at him.

He dodged it, throwing his head back into one of the plushies that he bought you. "I'm not doing anything!"

You threw another shirt at him, this time hitting him square in the face. Instead of admitting defeat, Jake only grabbed your shirt, pulling the fabric to his nose and taking a long, dramatic, sniff. 

"You smell sooooo good, babe," he said, ignoring your contorted expression, "I think I'm gonna keep this. You won't mind, right?"

"Ugh, Jaaaaakee!"

You plopped on top of him in bed. You felt his chest rumble as chuckles left his lips, rolling your eyes at him. You gave his chest a smack, a pout forming on your lips.

"You're so annoying," you mumbled as his hands slithered up to your hips. He gave your ass a pat, gesturing you to adjust your position. You did, sitting up so that you straddled your boyfriend's hips.

"And you're so pretty," he said, squeezing your hipbone.

"Let go of me," you poked him in the chest, but made no attempt to get off of him. 

"No."

"I need to finish my video," you pouted, still not moving to get off of him. 

"I don't care." Jake instead sat up on his elbows, his hands sliding down to your lower back, his face getting suspiciously close to your boobs. "Just lay with me."

Your fingers ran through his dark locks, before giving them a tug towards your chest. Jake laid his cheek against your boobs like they were pillows, arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and neck. The next thing you knew, he was pressing sticky kisses against your chest and neck, soft gasps escaping your lips.

"Sorry, babe," he muttered against the shell of your ear, "I just can't resist you."

You let out a soft "ahhh!" when he bit down on your skin, his teeth brushing against the nape of your neck. Jake briefly pulled away, a smirk making its way onto his face as he admired the red-purple mark on your neck. 

"You're just too addicting."

Long story short, your video was still finished and uploaded. As Jake edited his video, he let yours play in the background, your bright voice illuminating his dark room. Somehow, your voice was the only thing that made him focus. 

However, when he heard a familiar laugh— his laugh— in your video, Jake stopped in his tracks.

His mind flashed back to what happened the other day in your apartment, when he interrupted you during your filming.

"I don't know if I turned off my camera, Jake," you had purred as Jake's tongue dipped into your collarbone. At that point, both you and him were shirtless, hair disheveled and pupils blown out with desire. Jake remembered the electricity that ran through him as those words left your lips.

"Am I supposed to care?" he had muttered, trailing kisses down your chest. "If they hear us, that's not my problem."

It was almost like you, who edited your video, added that clip to tease him. 

Immediately, his cheeks began turning the brightest shade of red possible. If you were here, he would have only coughed and looked away shyly, but since he was alone, his embarrassment spread across his face like a wildfire. Jake almost never showed it when he was flustered, at least when he was around you. 

He hid his face in his palms, sucking in a sharp breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, warmth prickling his skin. You were going to be the death of him. He let out a small, lovesick giggle, one that his friends would flame him for. He couldn't help it, not if it was you. 

When he read the comments, still flustered out of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment when no one seemed to notice him. 

For some reason, Jake couldn’t help but want people to know that you were his. He knew that you and him kept your relationship private to preserve it, but he still wanted to show you off.

Except, one comment caught his eye.

“Wait, does [Name] have a boyfriend? Who laughed at 6:34?” it read. Jake’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. The warmth that spread across his chest as his lips pulled upwards. He almost wanted to jump on his bed and roll around while giggling like a schoolgirl, but he contained himself.

At the corner of his eye, Jake spotted a certain plushie. 

As you were a partner of Sanrio, for a time there was a Limited Edition [Name] plushie, clad in pink with a cute, ruffle-lace bow to top it all off. Of course he bought one the moment it launched. Jake preferred his room to be completely dark and black, but he liked to keep that plushie on his bed, and although he’d never admit it, he hugged it when he slept if you weren’t with him.

Would it be wrong of him to tease you back? After all, Jake still had to film the brand deal for his new video. 

Would it hurt to position the plushie just enough so that it was in frame? 

So that maybe someone would see it.

Vidcon came crashing on you and Jake like a meteor, and before the two of you knew it, you were in the venue, wringing your fingers as the event commenced.

Sometimes, it was difficult for you to comprehend the level of your popularity. Sure, the numbers that Youtube loved to display for you told you that you had millions watching you, but mere numerical figures were simply not enough for you to wrap your mind around.

Your schedule that day was simple: you were going to have a booth that you'd tend to for an hour or two, where your fans could take pictures with you and take a few freebies with them. Then, you'd go to your main event, which was in a smaller venue.

At your booth, where you sat currently, your personal table was set up in a very special way: your table was pink, and covered in a lacy, white tablecloth. Even the wall behind you was specifically painted pink and decorated with various Sanrio-esque decorations. You had stickers that you'd give out, as well as a Limited Edition Vidcon Sanrio plushie of you that people could buy. The pink polaroid decorated with Hello Kitty stickers hung around your neck with a pink lanyard. You genuinely looked like Sanrio and Hello Kitty vomited all over you, but you didn't mind. And plus, that didn't matter, because you were cute either way.

You were hit with pure surprise as multiple groups of fans came your way. The amount of people that came to you, rambling nervously about how much they loved you, how much they looked up to you, how much you inspired them and made their days better, made you feel light-headed. And very warm inside.

Jake was the one that did the talking for you (thank goodness!), but for some reason, you pushed through your usual shyness, instead wanting for people to come up to you and talk.

Your face lit up as one of your fans, a girl that looked around your age, maybe only a few years younger than you, approached you. You could tell by the Sanrio sticker of you on her phone case that she was most definitely here for you.

"Oh my gosh, hi [Name]!" She gazed at you with wide, glimmering eyes. 

Your initial reaction was surprise, but then you broke out into a smile. You cocked your head, fingers gripping the hem of your dress, both nervous and excited. "Hi, there."

You fan took one look at your face, and squealed. The way that she giggled, bouncing on her feet as she fangirled over you made warmth spread across your cheeks, getting shy and looking down briefly.

"I'm sorry, [Name]!" Your fan couldn't stop giggling, which you thought was very cute. It was now that you noticed the camera in your hand. "I just really love your content, and I'm just so excited to meet you in real life!"

You blinked at her a few times, before you smile only widened. 

"Don't worry about it!" you said, taking her free hand in yours. Your shyness melted away as your fan squealed again. "It really means a lot to me that you came out here to personally see me."

Your eyes flickered over to her camera, squeezing her hand and motioning to it with your other. "Can I...?"

She nodded enthusiastically, so you took her camera. Turn on the 'photo' setting, you posed for the camera, taking multiple pictures of yourself for her. You hoped that that would make up for your shyness. The two of you hugged, and you took many polaroids for her.

Almost immediately, after she left, you were tagged in a Twitter thread. It was that fan, reporting her experience with you.

"She was so much prettier in real life, I thought I was in heaven," her tweets detailed, "And [Name] was so sweet! It felt like I was meeting the real life Hello Kitty."

She posted the pictures you took on her camera, and then the videos. You couldn't help but grin like an idiot, especially at the comments (and the rapidly-accumulating likes and retweets).

"The way [Name] gets so shy is so cute!"

"I don't really watch beauty content but I love [Name] so much."

"She's like an actual Disney Princess."

You loved your fans, you really did. You were grateful for them, and you thought they were very cute. 

You were excited to see how Vidcon would treat you.

Jake was fighting.

He was fighting demons, wars, the little voices in his head.

Did you have to look so pretty today?

Jake's own event was an entire venue away from yours. He had a few events, so after his first one, he took a small break, where he looked through his notifications. 

Of course, the first thing he looked at was your texts. They were from a while ago, during his show when he didn't have his phone on him, so he responded to them now. He smiled at your cute texts, expressing how excited and happy you were. His heart jumped out of his chest when he saw the selfie you sent him: there you were, in all your cutesy Sanrio glory, smiling so prettily for him. Jake had to clasp his face to hide the stupid, love-struck grin that bled onto his face. 

"Oi, what're you giggling about?" Jake was interrupted by Jay, another one of his fellow horror Youtubers.

Jake immediately wiped his expression clean. "Nothing."

When he glanced back at his phone, that dumb grin began to form again.

Jay groaned. "This is so weird. It's like watching Batman smile."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake scoffed.

"I'm sayin' that you're basically Youtube's Batman," Jay scrunched his nose, "And it's weird seein' you all... smiley and stuff."

"I literally smiled earlier!"

"Not in the way that you did just now. I have a bad feeling about it."

"Shut up!"

Jake really tried his best to swallow back his pure admiration for you as he opened his phone screen again, but he failed miserably.

He wished he could see you right now. He loved to see his fans, he loved to talk to them about their shared interest: all things horror and obscure.

But Jake missed you right now.

His heart plummeted to his stomach, however, when he logged onto Twitter, and saw the worst hashtag he could ever think of: #[Name]isSoCute.

He agreed with it. No, he embraced that sentiment with every molecule in his being.

Just... he wished that he could see you right now. When he checked the tag and saw all the cute pictures that people took of you and the sweet experiences they had with you, he frowned— That should be him!

However, Jake actually saw the worst thing to ever materialize when he saw the top video under the tag.

It was a shaky video, starting off with a teenage boy walking up to you. In the background, he could hear your pretty voice in the background, exchanging small greetings and words with the poster. Jake was almost lost in his sheer love for you when his eyes narrowed. The boy in the video let out a little chuckle, before dropping a cheesy pick-up line on you.

"[Name], if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber." What made it worse was that you only giggled, leading the boy to drop a few other dumb pick-up lines. The camera panned up to you, showing you all smiley and bashful. Then, you and the boy hugged, before taking a few polaroids together.

Jake almost snapped his phone in half.

He understood better than anyone that you were a content creator just like him. It was part of the job to interact with fans, and given your character, of course you were sweet to them. He could tell that you were perfectly comfortable in the video, and that the kid probably was just joking around with his favorite Youtuber.

But did that stop Jake from mentally lambasting every single aspect of the video? Absolutely not.

Shaky camera, probably filmed on a phone, Jake's hands balled into fists, Fucked up aperture, exposure to low, bad mic.

Was he being a little immature? Yes, and Jake knew that. 

Though, Jake would admit that he agreed with a lot of comments and retweets under that post, hearting many of them in agreement.

"[Name] is such a cutie!" one read.

Absolutely.

"I love her so much," another read.

Me too, Jake thought.

"I want her so bad."

Just as Jake's finger hovered over the 'heart' button, he let out a small hmph. Did it annoy him that other people wanted you? Yes. But did he disagree with the comment? Nope. He pressed the "like" button.

He wanted to see you so bad. As Jake was queued up on stage, ready for his second event, he hoped that he could see you soon.

And his wish came true a few hours later.

It was now past noon, and Vidcon was in its (unofficial) intermission period, where a lot of the creators were now taking breaks. As Jake traversed the convention, he texted you trying to find a spot where the two of you could meet.

He passed the many booths and venues of his fellow Youtubers. The layout was unique in the way that Youtubers of similar genres were placed in similar areas. So when he started seeing Youtubers with bright makeup and problematic pasts, Jake knew that he was near you.

And lo and behold, soon he found you. Under the fluorescent light, you still glowed. There was some kind of halo around you as you turned over your shoulder, your face instantly brightening up as you spotted your boyfriend. You had a few fans that you were talking to at the moment, so you tended to them first, while Jake made his way over to you.

You and Jake agreed that you wouldn't make your relationship too obvious at Vidcon, but all of that was left forgotten the moment that Jake saw you. 

However, as you ran up to him, people couldn't help but stop and stare.

Why wouldn't they? You were the living embodiment of Sanrio, that one Hello Kitty girl, whereas Jake was that one guy that made scary content and was often shrouded in darkness, dubbed as Youtube's personal Batman. Absolutely no one would have expected to see the two of you interacting with one another, let alone be within the same vicinity.

"Hi, Jakey," you smiled up at him, and Jake thought that he could die right there. With the amount of people staring, Jake had to restrain himself from throwing his arms around you and hugging you.

"Hey, baby," he grinned. 

Before either of you could do anything, you and Jake were interrupted by a shrill squeal. You whipped your heads around to see a young girl and her older brother, who still looked relatively young. They explained nervously that the girl liked your content, while the brother liked Jake's content. They were expecting to scour in order for each of them to meet either of you, but were surprised to see you and Jake in one place.

You and Jake took a few pictures with them, both individually. Though, the two of them requested a picture with both you and Jake in the same frame, which you happily did.

When they left, you and Jake shared a look, before going off together.

Vidcon Day 1: Over.

Jake returned to his hotel room, too tired to do anything other than wash up and order room service. 

As Jake laid in his half-hard hotel mattress, he scrolled through his phone. He was tagged in a lot of pictures and tweets, and he found himself grinning at a lot of the sweet words his fans left. Although he was tired, he could definitely do this a few more times, feeling invigorated by his fans.

As he scrolled, the trending Twitter hashtag caught his eye.

#HelloKittyMeetsBatman.

Interesting name, he thought as he clicked on it.

Jake's heart skipped a beat as he saw what came up.

Apparently, people were extremely surprised to see you and Jake so close to each other. 

There were so many pictures of you and him taken together from afar just from that one instance earlier, from multiple different angles and distances. Jake would admit, the way he was dressed in all black while you were dressed in cute pinks and whites was almost laughable.

What truly caught his attention were the captions of all these pictures.

"Craziest crossover of 2024."

"I'm crying they legitimately look like Hello Kitty and Batman."

"Jake Sim and [Name] interacting was not on my Vidcon 2024 bingo card."

"This is like seeing two worlds collide, absolutely wild but I'm pleasantly surprised."

For the most part, it seemed like everyone just thought that you and Jake were friends, but it was still a little funny how taken aback the entire internet was.

Then, he saw the picture of you, him, and those two kids together. 

"They look like a family," was one of the most popular retweets under that post. 

Family.

That word rang through Jake's head, before he buried his face in one of the pillows, giggling to himself. He felt a little ridiculous getting so excited over such a small comment, but he couldn't help it. He felt so giddy inside at the thought of having a family with you, and felt even giddier knowing that people could see it, too.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Jake wasn't going to answer it, too caught up in his flustered-ness, but when he realized that it was you, he quickly cleared his throat, instinctively straightening out his hair (because what if he accidentally turns on his camera?-- he needed to look good for you!).

"Baby," he greeted suavely, as if he wasn't just giggling like a schoolgirl seconds ago.

Maybe it was the fact that it was already getting late, or the fact that Jake barely saw you today, or the fact that you were just so goddamn perfect, but your voice sounded so attractive in that moment.

"Jakeyyy," you whined. "Come over."

His chest was already throbbing but Jake played it cool.

He chuckled. "What for?"

"I miss you," he could hear the pout in your voice. "And I want your attention."

It was rare for you to be so direct with him, and while Jake wanted to melt on the spot, he wanted to tease you a bit longer.

"What's wrong with just being on the phone with me?" Jake's lips pulled into a smirk. "You can just talk to me like this."

"Noooo," you said. "I want— I want you."

Jake tried his best to not crumble then and there, but it was too hard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Okay then, baby. I'll come over right now."

He didn't miss the cute little "yay!" you let out before you hung up.

You were going to be the death of him.

"Eep! Jake, what are you doing here—?!”

You’re cut off when you realized that you were, in fact, backstage of one of your events. Today was the second day of Vidcon, and you had just finished up your first event. As you went backstage, carrying the little bags of gifts that your fans got you, you didn’t expect your own boyfriend to be waiting back there for you.

“Hey there, Princess,” he said cheekily, sprawled across the backstage couch. "Miss me?"

He opened his arms up, and you instinctively crawled into them, sitting on his lap and sliding your arms around his neck. 

As you did, you eyed him up and down.

Clad in black as always, he wore a black button-up, paired with black slacks, a black belt, and a loose, black tie. That's right: today, Jake was going to have a panel with a whole bunch of other horror creators, ones that transcended the internet— authors, authors that Jake spent his whole life reading and looking up to, which explained why he was dressed significantly more proper today than yesterday.

The way his shirt fit his chest and hugged his shoulders made it hard for you to not stare, and the way that it wasn't buttoned at the top, revealing his honey-tan collarbones, mixed with the scent of his rich cologne, made you feel dizzy.

"Ay, are you checkin' me out?"

On any other day, you'd be embarrassed, maybe even pushing him away, but today, you only nodded your head, humming mindlessly in agreement.

Jake blinked at you, before he pulled you in by the waist so that you were flushed against his chest completely.

"Kiss me," you mumbled, pushing his dark bangs away from his face.

Jake chuckled, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles. "What's with you these days? Getting so bold."

You only leaned into his touch. Maybe it was sometime in the LA air, or maybe it was the vigor that your fans gave you earlier, but all you could do was look at your boyfriend with glossy, wide eyes innocently, watching the way that his resolve trembled.

"Shit," Jake cursed under his breath. "Hold on—"

He grabbed your hips, then tilted your chin so that he could have a better angle. Your lips crashed into one another. Not in the way that a meteor would crash into Earth's delicate atmosphere, but in the way that gentle sea waves crashed onto themselves, dark folds of blue creasing over each other, only to brush up against the foamy seashore, none the wiser. 

Jake liked the taste of your lip gloss; it tasted sweet, but not nearly as sweet as you, hungrily squeezing your hips in his hands. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, earning a squeal from you, who tugged on his hair. 

When you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, chests heaving not for air, but for each other. You stared at each other for a few moments, losing time in each other's eyes, when your eyes trailed down.

God, the button-up and tie were going to drive you crazy.

Without thought, your fingers twirled around his tie, slinking up his chest before you yanked him harshly, jerking Jake toward you abruptly. 

In a moment of pure, unadulterated boldness, you attacked his neck, laying sticky kisses all across his skin. One hand laced itself in Jake's hair, keeping a firm hold of his tilted head, while your other hand crept around the buttons of his shirt. 

Each soft sigh that Jake let out made you only press more kisses on him. When he let out one particularly loud whine, his arm jerking up to grab at the couch's armrest, you knew that you found the sensitive spot on his neck. You pressed another kiss on that spot, this time sinking your teeth into his skin. The hickey was dark and purple, and when you ran your tongue over it, Jake's hands shot to your hips again.

"Shit, [Name], wait a sec—"

Skillfully, your fingers began to slowly unbutton Jake's shirt, just enough that you could see more of his chest. 

Your head was feeling fuzzy now, drunk off your desire for him. The way he threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp of air he took in, curses falling from his lips, sent electricity coursing through your body.

When you unbuttoned the last button, you noticed the way Jake's eyes were squeezed shut, his other arm resting over them, hands balled into fists as his desperation for you increased.

"Jakey," you said. Jake was going to go mad, the way your voice was so soft and innocent as it said his name, all the while you were kissing and touching him in ways that made him go light-headed. He squeezed his eyes shut, another whimper escaping his lips. If he looked you in the eye right now, he was sure that he'd burst. "I want you to look at me."

He couldn't refuse you. Immediately, he opened his eyes, the arm strewn over his face dropping back to its position on your hips.

If he didn't die by combustion, Jake was certain that he'd die now— Your pupils were blown out, eyes lidded and staring at him like he was your prey to be slaughtered. He'd seen you wrought with desire so many times before, but the way you gazed at him like he was a piece of meat, like you were going to absolutely ruin him, made him feel weak.

"Watch me, Jakey," your voice sounded so sweet, but your actions said otherwise. You abruptly got up from your seat on his lap, Jake frowning at the loss of your touch. You dug through your purse thrown across the room, returning with a tube of lipstick.

You plopped back onto Jake's lap, making sure that he was watching as you applied it to your pretty, swollen lips. 

Then, you discarded it, throwing your lipstick to the side as you snatched his tie again. You brought the black fabric to your lips, staring your boyfriend down as you pressed kisses on his tie. You kissed it a few times, making sure that the color of your lipstick, as well as the shape of your lips, was well-imprinted on it.

Then, you yanked his shirt's collar toward you, pressing a harsh kiss on the fabric, making sure that the shape of your lips was once again imprinted on the fabric.

You looked back up at his face, unable to hide your smugness as his entire expression was painted with red.

"You're so hot—" Jake attempted to force out of his throat, but you only cut him off with a rough kiss to his lips. Without a word, you covered his face, from his forehead to his jaw, with kisses.

You pulled back to admire your work, before you pulled away from him.

"I have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said quietly, your back turned to him as you straightened out your skirt. Dumbfounded, Jake could only stare at you, but when you turned over your shoulder, flashing him a bright, but terribly cheeky, grin, Jake's heart fell out of chest. "I can't be late, right?"

With that, you left your boyfriend, all hot and bothered, on the couch, running off to prepare for your next event.

Almost immediately, Jake melted. He threw an arm over his eyes as he leaned back, letting out a groan.

Was this how you felt when he teased you?

Was he now sexually frustrated? Absolutely. But now he wanted you even more.

After mulling over it for a few minutes, Jake began to go back to his venue. But, as he passed the backstage vanity, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Some of it was obvious to him already: disheveled hair, messed up shirt. But what made Jake want to evaporate was the sight of his entire face and neck covered in lipstick marks. The corner of his lip had a big lipstick smudge, the hickey that you gave him earlier was so dark now, and he couldn't even dare to forget your lip imprints on his shirt and tie.

You little tease.

Jake's last straw was.... right now.

After the backstage fiasco, he didn't get to see you all day. That night, you had a PR event to attend with your fellow beauty creators, so he didn't get to see you at night either.

Which was why Jake was practically glowing with a dark and negative storm cloud as he pranced around the third day of Vidcon. It didn't help that he saw so many pictures of you and fans all across platforms. Poor guy almost lost it when one of your fans' vlogs blew up, the most replayed part being when you let out the most angelic and sweet laughs he'd ever heard in his life.

That should be him!

Meanwhile, Jake sat in the convention room at a panel. Lined up along the table were other horror creators, from authors to Youtubers to filmmakers, similar to yesterday. The way that this specific event operated was simple: fans got to ask anyone on the panel questions and they'd answer, which the entire room got to hear, and later there would be one-on-ones along the panel.

Jake was pulled out of his thoughts when one of the fans said that they had a question for him.

"Jake, your videos take a long time to make, how do you balance work and your personal life?"

Good question. He had a simple principle when it came to how to balance everything. Jake thought about it for a moment, before reaching for his microphone.

"I don't have any outright method," he began. Jake's mind flashed with your image: all the cute messages you'd send him throughout the day, all the times where after hours of rotting in front of his computer screen he could always count on your loving embrace to give him life, all times that he'd tune into your Spotify playlist so that he could be listening to what you were listening. It was easy to balance work and life, if it was you. "But I always put my life before the screen."

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

"To be clear, I understand the privilege of getting to work in a profession like mine," Jake continued. "I don't expect everyone to be able to follow my advice exactly, but the more I live, the more I realize that what happens before my very eyes will endlessly matter so much more than what happens in my own little Youtube bubble."

Jake's mouth jumped to you faster than his mind could stop him.

"My beautiful girlfriend is everything to me," he unconsciously began to grin stupidly to himself, "I'd put her above work any day if I had to."

The moment that those words left his lips, the room erupted with gasps and whispers.

"Wait, you have a girlfriend?!" one of Jake's Youtuber friends asked, leading the room to laugh.

Oh.

Shit.

Jake's eyes visibly widened. He clutched his microphone, bringing it up to his mouth, but no words came out.

There was no way in hell that he'd outright deny you, not even in a million years.

"I.... Well..." Jake stammered, trying his best to generate any words at all. He sucked in a sharp breath, a bashful expression making its way onto his face. "That's..."

The room filled with more laughter, alongside the teasing grins and pats on the back that Jake got from his colleagues.

"Oh, so that's what you were giggling about yesterday, lover boy..." Jay, also on the panel, quipped, his brows raised so high on his forehead that it could have touched his hairline.

"Sh-Shut up, Jay!"

Jake's chest felt fizzy. In a weird way.

A part of him felt on-edge. You and him always wanted to keep your relationship secret, for the sake of preserving it. He'd seen what the Internet did to relationships: it tore them apart. It wasn't like he name-dropped you, but he felt so... exposed, so vulnerable.

But at the same time, Jake felt his chest also swell with pride. That's right. He had a girlfriend (a hot girlfriend at that), a girlfriend that he was nefariously down bad for. He hoped everyone knew that, that he was taken and that if there was anyone that he'd spend the rest of his life with, it would be you.

Jake huffed. "Yeah, I have a girlfriend. What about it?"

No one questioned him further. Probably out of fear.

You were in the middle of trying your best to get through a conversation with some beauty guru that you knew one thing about: their personal makeup line launch failed horribly and they gave everyone hairy lipsticks. It was difficult, to say the least.

Exchanging your final regards, you quickly rushed back to your booth.

The first thing you saw when you checked your phone was a viral video, in which Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend. Your heart plummeted to your stomach when you initially read the caption, but when you watched the video, you had a difficult time processing your feelings.

Did you hate that Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend? … No, you didn’t. You didn’t at all. At a certain point, seeing the way that your boyfriend smiled so earnestly made your heart jump out of your chest. The way he was so giddy and smiley (of course, only you could tell that that was how he was feeling— to everyone else it probably looked like he was brooding) made your neck and cheeks warm up.

But, the way that the room erupted with voices and laughter, combined with the quirked brows of everyone on the panel, made you quiver.

You weren’t prepared for it, for how vulnerable you felt as a chorus of “ooh’s” filled the room.

Frankly, there were too many things that you had to focus on at the moment. You'd rather enjoy Vidcon now, and address it later, when things settle down. 

Pushing it to the back of your mind, you tucked your phone away, greeting another wave of fans. Though, not without taking an extra second to "heart" the post, adding it to your favorites folder, and rewatching the video one more time, feeling warmth and giddiness filling your chest.

As the cool night air kissed your cheeks, you fought the shy smile that seeped onto your face. It was late now, late enough that you could see all the city lights gleaming, lighting up the dark sky with blotches of all different colors.

There was a Vidcon party for creators, to celebrate the end of the event. Everyone was going. Although it was meant for any creator, there was a very exclusive VIP section; only those of high prestige could get in. Both you and Jake were invited, but upon realizing that nearly the entire hotel complex would be empty due to the popularity of the party, the two of you ditched it.

You'd been wanting to go to the rooftop hottub for a while now, but you never went because you wanted to go with Jake, and it was always too crowded for the two of you to go there comfortably. But now that everyone was gone, it was the perfect time.

Your boyfriend was already waiting for you up there, towel thrown over his shoulder with a shirt and swim trunks. His face lit up the moment he saw yours emerging from the elevator doors, rushing over to you to take your hands.

He paused for a moment. His dark eyes peered at yours, licking his lips before sucking in a sharp breath. Jake gave your forehead a peck, before saying a small "C'mon" and pulling you over to the hottub.

Jake took your towel for you, folding it next to his and perching it on a sunchair.

"They're gonna get off fireworks soon— Oh, damn," he cut himself off as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a bikini top. Your face scrunched up, squirming under his gaze. It's not like Jake has never seen you like this (in fact, he'd seen you in much more compromising positions), and it wasn't like he never complimented you, but as the hottub bubbled, the rosy scent of the water filling the air, you felt shy.

Jake slinked toward you, taking his own shirt off. 

"Hey there, Gorgeous," he said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts that had yet to be taken off. Your heart pounded in your chest, fighting the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and groan in embarrassment. You kept your eyes glued to the ground. Jake chuckled softly, before clutching your chin gently, making you look up at him.

"Don't get shy on me now, babe," Jake grinned when your lips pressed into an unconscious pout. He squished your cheek, relishing in the look of confusion painted across your face. Then, his hands fell to your hips, pulling them toward his. "You look so beautiful."

Jake's fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts, meeting your eyes for permission before pulling them down himself, revealing your bikini bottoms.

Jake's eyes glazed over your figure, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Jaaakee," you whined, squeezing his hands.

"Sorry," Jake's eyes flickered up to your face. "I can't help it. You're just so hot, baby."

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub.

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub. 

The two of you got into the tub, sinking into the warm water, you felt your limbs relax. 

Vidcon was very fun, some of the most fun you've had in a while. But, it was very tiring, having to be around so many people at a time. And plus, it was hard not seeing your boyfriend whenever you wanted.

You pulled your knees to your chest. You could hear the loud techno music a few blocks away, probably coming from the club nearby. The bright night lights of LA was something that you could only imagine sleeping under.

Other than the sound of the city bustles, the hot tub’s jet system, and the occasional ripple of water, the night was silent.

“How was your day?” Jake broke the calm silence. The way the blueish water reflected off his skin made you dizzy.

“Good,” You cursed your voice for being so small. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. It was your boyfriend, for goodness’s sake!

Jake loved it when you were shy, but sometimes he was genuinely worried about you. Part of why he loved you was the game that was trying to figure out what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

He reached out for you, clutching your knee. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Your stomach churned. For a second, you thought about that video of him admitting that he had a girlfriend. It made your skin crawl, but when your boyfriend squeezed your knee, it all stopped.

"Nothing," you said simply.

There's a few pulses of silence, before Jake clicked his tongue.

"H-Hey—!"

Jake got up from the water, wrapping his hands around your waist, and hoisted you up so that your legs were thrown on either side of the body, before sitting back down so that you were perched right on top of his lap.

Your chest, nearly bare, pressed against his own bare chest in a way that made your heart race. The warmth of his skin as it contacted yours was an addicting feeling, enhanced only by the warm water surrounding you. Either it was the steam from the tub, or the heat collecting between the two of your bodies, that rose to your cheeks.

You rested your hands on his chest, your fingertips barely reaching his broad shoulders, while Jake’s hands stayed in their spot around your waist.

"C'mon," you could feel Jake's warm, strong chest rumble beneath you. "Tell me what's wrong."

Under the sky, his eyes gleamed, like two gems. For the flirt that he was, Jake was too genuine and pure of a person. The sincere worry in his eyes made you feel warm, even warmer than you felt right now. And sometimes that was enough for you.

You leaned into him, your hands coming up to cup his face. You rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks, to which he let his eyelids fall shut, relishing in the comfort that was your presence. Every time your thumb pressed against his lips, he kissed them, unable to hide the smile growing on his lips when you giggled softly.

At the corner of your eye, you spotted the purple hickey you left on him the other day. That combined with his wet hair, the water droplets temptingly running down his chest, and the fact that you were right on top of him made you feel light-headed.

Your hands left his face, and Jake opened his mouth to whine about it, but was shut up when your fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

It was a soft, innocent kiss, the type you gave when you just wanted to be close to him. Jake hummed against your lips, squeezing your thighs. You pulled away first, but Jake gently guided the back of your head back to his, pecking your lips.

"I just missed you," you said. You kissed his cheek. "I really missed you."

"It's only been a day," Jake teased you, but he knew better than anyone that he had absolutely no right to say that to you: he was practically dying each moment he couldn't see you.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. You held onto his strong shoulders, eyes glued to his lips. You were feeling needy, needy in the way that you simply wanted to be close to Jake. You were already close to him, but you wanted to be even closer. Your heart thirsted for it.

Then, you heard a rustle, whipping your head around toward the sound.

"Nuh-uh," Jake whispered in your ear, gently holding your face and guiding it to look at him. "I want you to look at me."

It wasn't until a few seconds later that you understood why Jake's tone sounded so teasing: he was referencing you and him the other day backstage. 

"Stoppp," you whined, pushing your face into his neck. "You're so annoying."

Jake laughed, his chest rumbling. He stopped to admire the way you were all pressed up against him. He could feel every curve of your body, and he could feel the way your cheeks puffed with air, your lips forming a pout. He poked your cheek.

"You're so cute, baby."

"I know."

"What's with you getting so bold?"

"You're annoying me."

"Awww, you love me so—"

Fireworks fired off in the distance, painting the gray-blue sky with bright colors. 

You stayed in your position, only your eyes moving upward to admire the show. However, Jake stayed staring straight at you, practically ignoring the fiery flowers forming in the sky. He gazed into your eyes, watching the reflection in them.

"It's so pretty," you murmur.

"Yeah," Jake felt like he was falling into your eyes, "So pretty."

Just as another round of fireworks shot up into the sky, Jake grabbed your face, crashing his lips onto yours. Your lips fit into each other well, like puzzle pieces, in a way that was so satisfying, almost like you were made for kissing Jake. But for all of the desire and roughness that the kiss was filled with, it was a soft one. 

Jake swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, making you squeal and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands kneaded your body, roaming all over you with no intention of leaving a single part of your skin untouched. Likewise, you gripped his biceps, digging your nails into his skin to keep yourself grounded.

"Fuck—" Jake mumbled against your lips, only to get cut off by your lips attacking his— "Wait—"

Jake tasted sweet, like candy. He tasted like home, like love, like everything was going to be okay no matter what. How could you pull away now? 

"B-Baby, wait—"

"Stop talking, Jakey," you pulled away briefly, only to bite his lip, pulling on the pink flesh with your teeth. You let your tongue roam his mouth, feeling the warmth as your own hands began to wander his toned chest. 

"Just kiss me," you breathed.

You kept Jake like this for a few more minutes, trapping him in the heaven that was your lips. But when your bikini top began to untie at the back, something that Jake noticed immediately, he ripped away from you.

Something in his eyes had changed.

Quietly, he tied your bikini top back for you, ignoring your confused (and very breathless) gaze.

"If you keep doing what you do to me," he began into your ear, "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

With that, Jake threw you over his shoulder as he hoisted himself up to his feet. He grabbed everything that you brought to the rooftop, throwing your towel over you and ignoring you fussing.

"W-Where are we goin—?!"

"Back to my room."

You were in for a night.

You and Jake were going to stay in LA for a little while longer after Vidcon, so you extended your stay in the same hotel rooms.

After last night, Jake and you fell asleep in his bed. 

It was going to be the best, Jake thought. Neither of you had anywhere to be, anyone to put on a show for. The two of you could sleep in for as long as you'd like. It didn't really matter to him, as long as he could wake up with you in his arms, he'd be all right.

Which is why Jake's heart dropped to his stomach when he woke up to you already dressed, pacing around the room nervously.

"Baby?" Jake was alarmed, even as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Baby, what happened?"

You whipped your head over to him, your expression pinch and painted with anxiety. 

"Check your phone," you muttered as you chewed your lip.

Jake did as you said. The moment he opened up his phone, his screen was filled with text messages from everyone: his colleagues, his friends, heck even his own mother. He was tagged in about a thousand posts all across his social media accounts, and his Youtube home page was plastered with his face. But not only his face. Your face too.

What caught his eye was an article from a major Internet news source that made its round across every platform.

Its headline?

Jake Sim and [Name] [Last Name] are reported to be dating.

The worst part was the cover page.

It was a photo of you and Jake, together in the hottub last night, with your arms thrown around his neck with your lips connected. When he read more into it, the photo evidence got more and more specific. Close-up pictures of Jake's neck to reveal a hickey and lipstick mark on his shirt, your smudged lipstick, a screenshot of the Sanrio plush in one of his videos, even that clip of his laugh in the background of one of your videos. Of course, the most crucial one was that clip of Jake admitting that he had a girlfriend.

This was what he wanted, wasn't it? For everyone to know about you, to be able to show you off.

Objectively, this was bound to happen.

But as Jake watched you pace around, your hands shaking as you looked like you were about to cry, he didn't feel the pride that he thought he would feel if everyone knew. He didn't feel happy, he didn't feel excited that he got to show you off. All he felt was a mix of guilt and anger.

And before he could reach out to hold your hand and pull you close, you quietly said that you were going to go on a walk, and left the hotel room.

The quiet that filled the hotel room was piercing. Jake stilled in his spot, still groggy and disheveled.

Had he always been like this?

He swore that at the beginning of your relationship, he took every measure to keep it private. Because you asked him to. Because he respected you.

Why did he throw it all away? 

He agreed to keep things private. 

But now he put you in an uncomfortable position and an even more vulnerable position than you'd ever been in before. 

Was he a bad boyfriend? Were you going to break up with him? Would your relationship with him ever be the same? That made Jake's heart palpitate. He couldn't lose you. No, he'd die. But then again, he fucked up, he knew that.

Jake ran a hand through his hair. This was an asshole move.

But he couldn't help feeling his fingers twitch for his phone when it ding'd.

The first thing he saw when he opened up Twitter were tweets at him.

And they were surprisingly... supportive?

"Emo boyfriend, cute girlfriend, the best combo!"

"Sending love to both of you. Hope you're doing well. We support you."

"I'm very pleasantly surprised."

"This is literally like Hello Kitty and Batman meeting this is crazy"

But as he scrolled deeper, he found more obscure comments.

"Feel so bad for [Name]. Her boyfriend is a freak."

"He doesn't deserve her."

And the nail in the coffin:

"No wonder they kept it a secret. I'd hide it too if someone like that was my boyfriend."

Why did you keep your relationship with him secret? Jake knew the answer to that: you just wanted to keep your personal life private.

But as Jake plunged himself deeper and deeper into the hole that was the media, he could only imagine alternative answers, and one stuck out.

Were you ashamed of him? 

Of course you would be.

You were beautiful in every capacity and just the most perfect person in the world. And Jake was just himself. You were always cute, and sometimes, Jake felt like he couldn't keep up with you. You were far out of his league. His content was considered "niche" and "obscure," of course people, maybe even you, considered him a freak.

He was a bastard, and you were a princess. He didn't blame you for being embarrassed about him.

That's why you were so anxious and against your relationship being exposed, right?

No, no, no!

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Jake thought, his hands balling into fists. You wouldn't. He knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you would never be embarrassed about him. You weren't like that, and he was a fool for even thinking of you in that way. He was being insecure and stupid.

But even so, as Jake let all the guilt, shame, anger, and anxiety settle in while he thought of an apology to you, he couldn't help but feel his insecurity seeping in.

You knew that you were overreacting. You shouldn't have left Jake in there all alone, you should have sat down and talked to him about it.

But there was something scary about having everybody's eyes on you at once, scorning you. You were a Youtuber, of course you knew what it felt like to be watched, but to have the entire internet so hellbent about your personal life made you jump into your own skin.

You just took a walk along the early city streets, you reflected upon yourself.

Why did you keep your relationship with Jake secret? 

Part of it was privacy. You didn't want the internet to interfere with your personal life, of course. 

But it wasn't like you wanted to hide your love for your boyfriend forever. It wasn't like you wanted to stow him away somewhere no one could find him. You were both adults, and you had to start living at some point.

You'd be lying if you said that you never thought about making a cute video with him, if you said you never wanted to post a cheesy anniversary picture on Instagram with a long caption just for him, if you said you never wanted the world to know that Jake Sim was yours.

You remembered the first time you and Jake talked about keeping it private. He was unsure, but because he cared so much about you, he agreed. Had you ever stopped to think about how he felt? You may have wanted to keep your relationship quiet, but did he? To a degree, there was something selfish about you, both now and in the past. You wanted to preserve yourself and your feelings, but you never even considered how Jake felt.

You were afraid, you felt vulnerable and too exposed to the world. But you cared far more about Jake than those fleeting emotions. Desire outweighed fear, you had to see him now.

But as you marched back to your hotel, your mind racing as you came up with paragraphs of words that you'd spill to Jake, you began to notice your worst nightmare.

A group of men, each with massive cameras that had even bigger microphones. 

They called themselves the paparazzi, but they were really only middle-aged men that made money off of being invasive towards people half their age.

Maybe you should have worn a hat, or something, as you were in a camera-infested area that was even more infested with celebrities and influencers. As they approached you, you quickened your steps, trying to get as far as you could from them. You tried your best not to make eye-contact, but alas, they got to you before you could escape.

"[Name]?" one of them called out your name, practically running to you.

Oh my god, you thought, ignoring them as you sped up. Please not right now.

"[Name], are you dating Jake Sim?" The sound of your boyfriend's name out of their mouths made your stomach churn. You kept walking, but you could feel them pointing their massive cameras at you, taking any measure to make a buck off of you.

You had a few choices.

You could make a run for it. Though, you had about six men double your age who would probably chase you down.

You could also give in to them, and give very vague answers. That would require a lot of patience, and simply, you wanted to go kiss your boyfriend, not talk to these so-called paparazzis.

Your last option was the one that seemed the most appealing, but could stir the pot of the media even more and it would give the tabloids what they wanted: you could tell them off and shut them down completely. The only issue was that you were the cutesy, sweet, Sanrio Hello Kitty girl. You've talked about adult topics before, but for you to be hostile and mean to another person? That was completely unheard of to anyone on the Internet. It would also be very reactive, and the media could twist that into something more.

But you wanted to get out of there.

You wanted to go see Jake. If you had to throw a few curse words at people if it meant that you could go home to Jake, then you'd use every curse under the sun.

"[Name], everyone is saying that your relationship with Jake Sim is real and not a publicity stunt. Any comment on that-?"

You were getting irritated.

You stopped in your tracks, turning over your shoulder.

"Will you fuck off?" Your gaze hardened on the group of men shoving cameras in your faces. You didn't even bother looking into the lens. "It's 10 in the morning, I don't have time for this."

"We didn't mean to offend you, [Name], we just wanted to know your relationship with Jake Si—"

You huffed to yourself, rolling your eyes. They loved acting polite only to violate your privacy. 

"Cut the bullshit, okay?" you narrowed your eyes. You were only a few meters from the hotel entrance, and they were still stalking you with their massive cameras. How shameless. 

Your anger was bubbling up inside you. It was rising, rising so much that you could feel it attempting to spill out of your mouth.

"You want to make a quick buck off of me so bad?" You stepped through the hotel doorway.

If the media was so curious about your life, and if they wanted to go so far as to try to disrupt your relationship, you wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

Everyone loved seeing what you were doing, everyone loved to watch you. It was your job to put on a show, to give people what they wanted. If you wanted to live, then you'd have to accept that.

You were an influencer, a micro-celebrity. You could make tides move if you wanted to. Why be so fearful of the eyes of so many?

But more than anything, you were a performer. And if that's what they wanted from you, that's what they'll get.

"Fine," you huffed. "I'll give you a story: me and Jake have been together for six years. In fact, we met each other in high school when he was my Physics lab partner. Go investigate that, won't you?"

With that, you slammed the hotel entrance door in their faces.

Jake swore he heard the trumpets of heaven when the hotel room door cracked open, revealing you.

He'd been waiting in front of it for a while now, and he jerked up immediately as he saw your face. He jumped right to his feet, ready to spill every word he thought of on you. You deserved an explanation.

But all you did was raise your hand, silencing him instantly. Instead, you took off your shoes, took his arm, and pulled him with you to the bed. You motioned for him to lay down, and did so yourself.

Jake stared at you like you were insane. Were you not going to yell at him? Why weren't you hitting him or telling him that you wanted to break up with him? Should he be on his knees begging you to stay at this point? But he complied (because of course he did, it was you).

You laid on his chest in silence, pressing your cheek up against him. 

That made his mind wander.

Maybe you were trying to ease him into a hard conversation. Maybe you were going to forget this until later.

He didn't want that. No, you deserved to hear what he had to say. If you were going to leave him, Jake wanted to say everything that he wanted to.

"I'm sorry," Jake blurted. The silence was deafening, before you took a deep breath, turning over onto your stomach so that your chin laid on his chest.

"What for?"

The gentle look in your eye as you looked at him made Jake choke up himself. He had to hold back or he'd start sobbing.

"For going against your wishes a-and..." Jake searched through his mind for all the words he practiced, but nothing came to mind. Not with you looking at him like you still loved him. "And for telling people about our relationship. I—I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry for disrespecting the promise w-we made.... And... And—"

Jake sucked in a loud, sharp breath. His eyes were getting watery. He took your hands in his, squeezing them. 

"And I know that you're ash—ashamed of me, and I know that y-you won't— you won't want to be with me anymore, but—"

"Wait what?" you interrupted him, squeezing hands back. "I'm not ashamed of you, Jakey."

Jake stared at you.

Jakey.

"I'm not breaking up with you either. What makes you think that?"

The gate that was holding back Jake's emotions broke.

Jake let the tears that he tried so hard to hold back roll down his face. He let out a sob before he clamped a hand over his mouth.

You didn't hate him? You still wanted to be with him?

You instantly threw your leg over his hips, straddling him as you pulled his head to your chest. He melted into your touch, his wet face hiding in the crook of your neck. You pet his hair, pressing kisses to the crown of his head.

"Baby," you whispered into his ear gently. "Why are you crying?"

Jake's crying only got louder, and you couldn't help but giggle. He was a total softie. The way his hold around you tightened told you enough.

Jake sniffled through his words, cutting himself off every now and then with a hiccup and more sobs. "Th-Thought you were gonna l-leave me."

Your fingers stopped in his hair. "Leave you? Why would I?"

Jake pushed his face back into your shoulder, shaking his head.

You let him cry like that for a little while longer, whispering sweet reassurances in his ear as you patted his back. 

And when he was ready, the two of you talked it out, because that's what people did when they loved each other. You exchanged apologies, explained to each other your thought processes, and created an agreement: start anew, and you both didn’t mind that your relationship was now public, and if either of you disagreed, you had to voice it immediately. You ended it with a kiss.

You clicked the camera on, checking in the viewfinder that you were in-frame. You were back at home, the pink Hello Kitty decorations in your room, as well as the scent of strawberries, surrounding you. 

“Hi, everyone!” you smiled brightly, clasping your hands together. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all. How are you?”

You chatted about a few updates since Vidcon, telling about your wonderful experience there and how you were so happy to meet all your fans.

“Now, onto the video!”

You peered to the side, where you spotted Jake sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting intently for your cue.

“Oh, Jakey!” you said in a sing-songy voice. “Come out now!”

With that, Jake popped into frame, dorkily saying a quick hi before plopping down onto the chair beside you.

“Today, I will be doing my boyfriend’s makeup!” you chirped happily. “Are you ready, boyfriend?”

The two of you shared a grin.

“Of course, girlfriend.”

[vettelsdarling]

Pleaseeeeee do a Lando x normal!reader ig au I really need this🧡

𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Lissie note… I’m honestly surprised that nobody has requested this until you did! Sorry for the delay, by the way!!! I go in order of who requested first, so it took a little while to get to yours. I love this idea though, thank youuu xx

Few things to note:

Reader is a senior college student.

Lando and reader have been dating for almost a year (since 2020) and are soft launching

There will be time skips from post to post

Time spans from late 2021 to late 2022 (meaning they’ve been dating for 2 yrs over the span of the fic)

Pairing: Lando Norris x Normal!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight cursing(?), bunch of fluff

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landonorris Took a picture of me, so I took a picture of you… sorta.

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maxverstappen1 So this is why you didn’t have time for some sim…

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user1 WHAT IS THAT CAPTION

user2 The two shadows😭😭😭

user3 Have you guys ever wondered that he might have friends?

user2 There’s no way that’s a case of “oh this is my best friend”

user4 Tbh I agree💀 It looks like he’s soft launching

user5 Not Lando soft launching rn😭

user6 Is this the first mention of her?

user5 Yeah it is

user7 wdym “her” it might not be his girlfriend…

user8 um it definitely is.

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landonorris On my way back to you✈️

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danielricciardo She’s going to love it when the flowers are all withered from the trip

landonorris She’ll appreciate the sentiment

user1 The roses…

user2 the caption…

user3 I know who it is. If anyone wants the proof dm me

user4 Can you drop it plsss

user5 Oh my goooosh whoever she is, she’s so lucky😭😭😭

user6 I love Danny in the comments💀

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wagsf1 News!!! Lando’s girlfriend is on Instagram! Sadly private though…

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user1 But there’s no @???

user2 you can just search her name and her account appears but she’s private so she probably won’t accept it if you request

user3 omg new wag alert!!!

user4 I can’t wait to see her paddock outfitssss

user5 I’ve never seen her on the paddock before though? Either they JUST started dating or she doesn’t go…

user6 Yeah, agreed. Based off her acc, I think she’s too busy with college anyway..?

user5 Oh yeah that too

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yourusername Never expected the huge influx of follow requests after being outed, but the fan base is appreciated xx

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yourusername Okay, wow, I did not expect so many likes… am I famous now or something?

landonorris Yes

yourusername Oh wow! I’m so famous that THE Lando Norris commented?

francisca.cgomes Finally public gorgeoussss❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

user1 That sarcasm? I love her already😭

user2 Agreed😭😭

user3 Wtaf she’s actually so pretty

user4 Honestly would LOVE to see her at the races

user5 Based off her wit, I’d say Lando is pretty lucky

user6 WHAT !! You’re literally SO gorgeous?!

user7 What kind of voodoo did Lando perform to find her😭

user8 idk but he has to teach me

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landonorris Had the audacity to still be asleep when I arrived at her dorm. Made it up to me with cinnamon rolls though. She loves late night walks… kind of like a cat?

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yourusername Did you just call me… a cat?

landonorris How else would I describe you

yourusername A very hard working college student

landonorris I think I’ll stick to “little kid who loves running into the road”

yourusername In my defense, those roads are empty at night.

user1 I love the banter between them😭😭😭

user2 They really remind me of an old married couple💀😭

user3 Okay but she actually seems so sweet

user4 I go to nyu and can confirm that she’s an angel

user3 ???

user4 She takes part in a lot of volunteer projects to help animals and stuff

user3 omgggg Lando got himself a literal saint😭

user5 If she doesn’t appear in the paddock soon, I don’t want it

user6 I second thissss

user7 Honestly I don’t care about all the young tweens screaming and crying over a parasocial relationship. These two were literally MADE FOR EACH OTHER

user8 Lando pls invite her to the paddock

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yourusername In the third picture, I asked him to pose and this is what came out. Thoroughly disappointed with this model. 2/10 would not book again.

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landonorris You put me on the spot.

yourusername Untrue

maxverstappen1 He should delete his jpg account and leave the photography to you

yourusername right?

user1 I love her wtf😭😭

user2 Hey girlie when are you leaving him for me🙏

user3 Relatable

user4 The caption💀

user5 If this isn’t my future relationship, I don’t want it

user6 so real

user7 The second pic??? So she was at the race?

user8 It was probably on a weekday and not the actual weekend

user7 but why would she go during the week and not on the weekend?

user8 She was probably too busy otherwise?

user9 I love their dynamic so much ughhh

user10 They literally have so much chemistry

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landonorris She finally graduated🎉 Had to celebrate accordingly. Congratulations, babe❤️

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yourusername Why thank you very much, good sir

landonorris Anything for you, my fair lady

maxverstappen1 This means we’ll see you in the paddock @ yourusername

yourusername You bet

user1 AHHHH THIS MEANS WE CAN SEE HER PADDOCK FITSSSS

user2 I can’t wait for the pics of her with the other wags

user3 She’ll look amazing in papaya colours🧡

user4 NYU GRAD?? Lando really got someone smart AND gorgeous

user5 I can’t wait for her to join the weekendsss

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yourusername Finally got the opportunity to stay for the actual races. These last few ones have been amazing. Also got to be with my favourite person more often❤️

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landonorris I’m happy I get to be with you more often too❤️

yourusername ???

landonorris ?

lilymhe @ landonorris By favourite person, she meant me

yourusername Exactly

landonorris can’t believe this

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user1 GORGEOUS

user2 She’s an actual goddess wtaf

user3 Why do I love her paddock fits so much?!

user4 Well, I know who my new fav wag is!!!

user5 I’m actually still kinda curious how long they’ve been dating for

user6 Probably a couple of months before the first soft launch?

user7 Lily and her against Lando in the comments😭😭😭

user8 Pleaseee😭

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landonorris For two years, I have had the incredible pleasure of being yours. You’ve shown me how to enjoy all the simple things in life, and I couldn’t be more grateful. You’ve truly captured my heart and I will be yours so long as I breathe. Happy 2 years. I love you.

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yourusername I love you too❤️

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mclaren Our favourite paddock couple!

maxverstappen1 congrats guys!

danielricciardo Congrats!!!

lewishamilton You guys are great together, congrats on the 2 years

francisca.cgomes AMAZING❤️ Congrats you two💕💕

yourusername ❤️❤️

lilymhe You guys are so incredibly cute together, congratulationsssss🫶

yourusername 🫶🫶

user1 wait… TWO WHOLE YEARS?!

user2 This was so unexpected😭

user3 Aww this is so sweet🥹

user4 Istg if they don’t get married😭😭😭

user5 Literally. They better.

user6 fav couple on the grid🧡

user7 The fact that they can be best friends and be in love? I want it so bad😭❤️

user8 Never would’ve thought they managed to date for a whole year without anyone noticing, but that just makes this so much sweeter❤️

𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁!

𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲!

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀: 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲!

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂! :)

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

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1.5K Words. tags: Praise Kink, Male Sub, Sub!BF AU, Committed Relationship AU, I’ll fill the rest out later. (Is a Respect Kink a thing? Or am I just deprived?) ((asking for a friend…))

Sub!BF who thinks you’re cruel the way you bend over to show him your welcoming pussy as he watches TV. Who can’t take the way you put him on his hands and knees, a drooling mess inches away from your noisy wet warmth as you finger yourself and play with your nipples. Who knows better than to touch you without permission or else he’s punished from touching you at all.

The submissive boy who gets nervous, pacing with sweaty palms when you text a slutty photo in your work uniform captioned: “they pissed me off at work today…be ready.” The Sub!Boyfriend that begins to clean and cook in preparation of your usually rough entrance. Who goes to the bathroom to freshen up so when you nuzzle against him it’s your favorite fragrances of vanilla, lavender, and bergamot. He who knows to use a little of your lotion for that added touch.

The Sub!BF that gloats to his other sub friends you can get him off by just kissing him. That his dom doesn’t leash him, or talk down to him. That his dom is the sweetest person in the world and takes care of him best. How you have to tell him it’s not appropriate to judge other dynamics and be a brat. How he doesn’t care cause that’s what he’s there to do…praise you beyond belief. How he holds your hands in his extremely sincere as he breaks his usual cooing to tell you how appreciative he is of you. How you allowed him to explore safely and feel fully loved. How you cry at his sincerity to which he grins widely, quickly rushing into the other room.

The Sub!BF that knows things did get out of hand. And you guys weren’t even supposed to get this far…and that’s why a black box with a ring adorned in your favorite jewel/metal is shaking in his nervous hand. How he tells you to close your eyes and at your protest pouting with an adorable “Pleasseeee?” When you give in and feel a soft velvet box in your hands. A promise ring. The Sub!BF that fell over in love with you when you said without a second thought: “Cock rings? A cock cage? I’ll only do that if you really make me mad…I’ll think about it. Your dick is mine, it is claimed. You do not need to be caged.”

How his previous experiences made him feel he had to submit a specific kind of way. He rests easy against your chest, sleepy, actually relaxed and feeling safe, as you tell him about your day. Who fights for the respect of your dynamic exclaiming: “This is my Dom! She is also my woman! But she’s only mine because I am hers, first. Don’t make me disappoint her by punching you in the face. She’ll deny me an orgasm!!”

The Sub!BF that asks permission so much you remind him in public to try toning it down…to which he then only shouts annoyed “What? I can’t ask if it’s okay? Who the fuck is gonna tell me I can’t ask my woman what she thinks? You have the final say!” In front of the cashiers who were previously side-eyeing you, now deep in registers or finding something to do.

How he asks if he can title you. As a new dom with somewhat of a respect kink you thought hard about it. Master was saved for especially salacious times. Ma’am and Mistress are too obvious, plus don’t suit you that much. You wanted something disguised, it turned you on to know when he’d say a certain term of endearment in public only he and you knew how you earned it. You thought on the time you first were dating, he was more overtly dominant but showing signs. You were ungraciously bumped into and huffed towards by a larger man you suppose had much to do. While annoyed being bumped into wasn’t the end of the world. You look around again with your new bae nowhere in sight…

“Hey, dickhead.” Your new bae was in front of the guy, hands in pockets staring a hole into him. You’d never seen him so protective and kinda sinister. You were so turned on. “You bumped into my girl. Say sorry.” The guy of course feels challenged and attempts to raise his voice. Before he could begin to cuss back your bae punched him in the face sending him flying. “You wanna disrespect my woman?” You leapt to him removing him as quickly as possible. You didn’t care at all about his defending you. It’s what he should do you thought. Having someone defend you like that was thrilling honestly. But you guys had to vacate as the scene brought attention and mall cops towards you.

You decided your title would be “my woman.” He looked at you confused. “Why that?” And as you elaborated, bringing his hand to your wetness. He understood. “Baby…” he cooed. “Can I please eat you?” He’d never asked outright for permission before. Newly dating for all of three months you both really agreed to take it slow. Hot headed as he was you could handle him and he never was that way with you. The title in public would make your thighs squeeze together. And depending on the conversation, like when you overheard him gaming bragging on you way too hard…that “my woman” sent you into the room. “Hi guys sorry to interrupt. I need to take him away for a bit. But he’ll be back.” Without a confirmation you hung up his headset, removed the controller from his hands, was nice enough to try saving his game to which he said it was auto…then turned the tv off, lights off, demanded he not move, nearing him to hit your knees and suck him off. His hand went to your hair to which you shook your head in disagreement. “Don’t touch. This for me. Not for you.” And how not soon after he came hard in your mouth leaning forward as his abs bent and tensed. “Oh my—baby I needed that. Thank you.” He says through labored breathing. How he raises you up to sit you in his lap. Purring and breathing heavy against your ear. How he peppered you all over in kisses that made you giggle.

You’d never tell him but you loved earning his submissiveness. Every time he unlocked himself to ask you to try something or let him try something the build of yearning was soon behind. You were attracted to him because of his masculinity which was still fully intact. How sexy it was for a man to take pride in being a sub. Overhearing him again mention he had been in some really unhealthy situations. How he was actually scared thinking he was a fucked up person for desiring that and that then he deserved to be treated unwell. How you had not known how many men in general wanted to pursue subbing. And how emotional you were knowing he really trusted you with his safety. How you’d likely eviscerate whoever had hurt him. And how you didn’t recognize the angry bubble of protection and ownership brewing in your gut.

You’d never tell him because you’d show him. “Here baby,” passing him meal preps for the gym you created in secret. “You love chicken, I get it, but you have to eat it differently sometimes. Plus you don’t moderate your calories enough. I know you want to build but don’t skip out tryna attain a certain physique. I’ll love you regardless and kill whoever complains.” You kiss him easily with no humor or tease in your statement. Kill? Who? Why? He was shook by your easy declaration thinking to himself how he’d kill anyone for you but that you didn’t need to know that. All he could do was watch you in love, never looking away. “Baby…I love you.” He says. It’s nothing to him. He loved you after your first date and really prayed to something unknown you’d work out. You look up at him beaming. “Really? I love you too baby!!” And as you kissed him you pulled away rushing him to the door. “Okay, okay, we’ll be all lovey dovey later.” He wants to protest but knows better. “You have to get to the gym on time so you can complete your routine on time so you can get to work on time!!! Bye bye! Don’t text and drive and you know I can tell.” Kissing him again as he holds his food against his chest like a kid dropped off at school. As you close the door you already are planning the meal he will eat when he gets home. As the door closes in his face all he could do is chuckle to himself before turning to start his day. “Hmmm, that’s really my woman isn’t it?”

Who: Denji, Yuuji, Gojo (this Nigga a sub to me 110%, I’ll fight for it.), Ichigo (moreso Ichigo in the beginning of Bleach.), Eren (if you disagree be serious with yourself…he’s an angry sub.), + whoever else!!! Lmk cause I’m building a sub list of sorts.

[lives-in-midgard]

We Were Happy

(Musician AU Part 4)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You and Steve experience some happy moments together but there are also some bad decisions made.

Word Count: 1970

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part 4 of my Steve musician AU! I really hope you like it even though I'm a little bit sorry for the ending! The divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

Part 3 | Part 4

Masterlist | Musician AU

It’s been almost two weeks since the pictures of you and Steve appeared on the internet. At first, you were both worried that it would affect your dating life, but that wasn’t really the case. Steve made a post on his Instagram. A picture of the two of you from behind, in the caption he simply added “My Love” and a heart emoji. Some people were being rude, others were supportive and happy to see Steve happy. You were both happy that there were more good comments than rude ones. Bucky, Sam and Clint have also been very supportive of you both. They were always very happy to see you and enjoyed your company. Even if Steve was a little distracted at times because of you. That’s why you decided not to come to all rehearsals, even though you had time. You didn’t want to be the reason why they wouldn’t be as good as they always were.

On this day it is going to be the festival in Coney Island. You were at your apartment and decided to meet Steve there. You were sitting on your couch writing something on a piece of paper when you heard a knock on your door. You got up, headed for the door when you realized that you forgot to hide what you had just written on the paper. But it will only be Yelena picking you up for the festival, so it’s alright. When you told her about it, she immediately wanted to come with you. You opened the door and greeted her with a hug.

“Are you ready to leave?” She asked.

“I just have to get my bag.” You said and walked to your room. You quickly found the bag you wanted to choose and walked back into the living room. When you opened the door, you saw Yelena sitting on the couch, looking at what you had written earlier. You quickly walked over and took it from her hands.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished.” Yelena said and you placed the paper under some magazines that were lying there.

“This is a new one, right?” You nodded and Yelena smiled.

“Does Steve know that you write songs?” Yelena asked and you sat down beside her. You started writing songs almost a year ago. Sometimes it takes you a while to finish one, and sometimes it is really easy. You really enjoy writing songs and doing something creative in your free time. You never thought of performing them, not only because you think you’re not a good singer, but also because you’re afraid of singing in front of an audience. You haven’t told Steve about your hobby yet because you were afraid of his reaction and if he would like your songs.

“No, I haven’t yet.” You confessed and Yelena shook her head.

“You should definitely tell him. I think Steve would really like your songs.” Maybe he would, but you were still afraid about his reaction. After a while you decided to drive to the festival. Yelena drove, so you could drive home with Steve later. When you arrived at the festival, you looked for the stage where they would perform. When you both found the stage, there were already a few people standing in front of it. You came closer and decided to wait there. After a while the place became more and more crowded. You looked at your phone and sent a message to Steve.

“Good luck, Stevie.” It only took a few seconds to get a message back.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you later.” You smiled and couldn’t wait to see them live again. It’s been so long since you’ve seen the band live, and now it feels so different. Instead of just a small group of people, there was now a large group of fans there. And when the band came out, they were shouting and screaming. They held up posters they had made and had big smiles on their faces. As they walked out, Steve immediately looked for you. When he saw you, he began to smile, and you smiled back. You heard Yelena chuckle next to you, and you began to blush. You watched them perform and listened to their songs. It was such a good feeling to dance and sing a to their songs again.

After the Midnight Rockers sang their final song, they waved goodbye to the fans and Steve blew you a kiss. When someone behind you screamed, you and Yelena had to laugh because this kiss was clearly for you. While the other people were still standing in front of the stage, you and Yelena made your way away from the stage. Steve texted you that he wants to meet you at the Wonder Weel. When you and Yelena arrived there, Steve wasn’t there yet. So, you waited for a while. After a few minutes you saw Steve and the others walking towards you. You ran over to Steve, and you hugged each other. After you pulled away from the hug Steve gave you a gentle kiss. While you two were having a moment Yelena greeted the others.

“You were amazing.” You said and looked at the band.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Steve said and the others also thanked you. Then you all went on a few rides together until Yelena had to go to work. After a while there were only you and Steve left, so you decided to go to the Wonder Weel. It was very romantic because it was already getting dark outside. You had a really great time there with Steve and talked about some of the memories you both shared there. You also took some photos of him and some fans, they were really kind to you. When it got cold, Steve gave you his jacket and you walked to his car. He drove to his house, and you had a chilly evening together.

The next day there were some pictures of the two of you circulating on the internet again, but you didn’t really care. You enjoyed your time there with Steve and that’s all that mattered.

You weren’t much in your apartment over the next few days. You only went to work and then Steve picked you up and you spend some time together at his home or sometimes Bucky, Sam or even Clint came over. You watched movies, cooked together, he played songs on the piano and sometimes you went for walks together.

But this day was a little different than usually. You were currently reading a book, and Steve was sitting next to you trying to write a song. You looked over at him a few times and could see that he was struggling. You wanted to ask if you should help him or tell him that you write songs, but you weren’t sure if you should. After a while he groaned and put everything on the desk. You looked over at him and Steve really looked frustrated. You put the book down and decided to help him.

“I have an idea.” You suddenly said.

“An idea for what sweetheart?” Steve asked and reached for your hand.

“To help you find inspiration.” You said and he began to smile. You stood up from the couch and walked to the door. You put your shoes on and saw that Steve was still in the living room.

“Come on, let’s go.” You screamed and he giggled. He walked over to you, leaned in and kissed you. Once you were in the car, you turned on some music and drove off, not really knowing where you were driving. You drove around having fun singing with Steve by your side, and you ended up stopping at a beautiful place and watching the sun go down.

Before you drove back to Steve’s house, you drove to your apartment to get something. While you quickly went to your room, Steve made himself comfortable on your couch. When you came back, you saw him reading your new song. When he heard your footsteps, Steve looked up.

“What’s that sweetheart?” You completely forgot that you left it in the living room before you went to the festival a few days ago.

“Oh, umm. It’s …. it’s a song I …wrote.” You stumbled nervously. Steve stood up, placed it on the table and walked closer to you.

“You wrote this?” Steve asked with a smile.

“Yeah, I know it’s not that good but yes, I wrote it.” You were still nervous, but when Steve took your hand, your nervousness disappeared.

��What are you talking about, that’s so good y/n.”

“Really?” You asked and Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I was scared of your reaction.”

“You don’t have to be scared of me you know that, right? And this song is really amazing.”

“Thank you, honey.” You said and you kissed each other.

“Why don’t you publish it? You don’t have to sing yourself if you don’t want to.” Steve asked after a while.

“I don’t know if I want that yet.” You said and Steve was really understanding about that.

A week has passed since Steve saw your song. You just came home from work and looked at your phone for the first time since you started working. You checked Instagram and when you saw the new post of the official page from the Midnight Rockers you were confused because Steve didn’t tell you anything about this. There was a new post saying that there is a new song going to be out tonight. When you saw what the song is called, you were shocked because it was called the same as the song you recently wrote and Steve saw.

Did he really take your song without asking you??

You had to call him. You wanted to dial his number when suddenly there was a knock on your door. When you opened it, there was Steve standing right in front of you.

“Steve what is this?” You asked and showed him your phone. There wasn’t time for a hello or a hug, you needed to know if this is really your song.

“I can explain it, I really can.”

“So, it really is my song?” You said full of anger but also sadness. Steve made a few steps closer to you, but you made two steps back. A sad expression was to see on his face.

“Yeah, it’s…it’s yours.” He finally admitted and you had to look away.

“But I can explain it.” He continued.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. Please just go. I need some time to think.”

“But- “Steve began.

“No but, you just took my song without asking me. I even told you that I don’t want my songs to be published right now and you said that it’s okay. And now you did this. You …. You stole it” You almost shouted at him, and you could see how hurt he was.

“I’m just really disappointed in you Steve.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Please don’t call me this. Please just go Steve.” You said and could feel that you were going to start crying soon.

“Please, leave my apartment now.”

“Okay.” Steve mumbled and walked out of your door. When he closed it, you immediately began to cry.

You could see in his eyes how you hurt him with your words. But Steve knew that you didn’t want other people to hear your songs yet and said it would be okay but then he just took it for his band. You couldn’t believe that Steve would ever do something like that. If he had asked you if he could use it, you might have said yes.

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[fran-in-the-deep]

maybe if u wanna do this request i was thinking right. high school au with hange where they’re super geeky, and reader is popular but was nice to them and reader wants to ask hange to prom! i was thinking it could be a little angsty because maybe they would think it was a prank but they go together in the end >_<

also if u don’t want it to be a highschool au it could be like a college party maybe! i love ur work btw <33

A/N: First of all, thank you so much, this is such a cute request and because it got so long I didn't even get to the party part, I might have to write a second part for that. Then obviously sorry for taking so long, but I still hope you have a good time reading it! I decided on the Collage AU because where I'm from we don't really have an event that has so much significance like a prom and Collage AUs are just my passion now I guess.

1,3k words | Collage AU | mainly fluff, a little angsty | just two idiots in love

Wait, really?

You stood outside, back against the white concrete wall of the building E where the natural sciences where located. A flyer whose aesthetics screamed graphic design is my passion by the way the green letters for End of Semester Party have been printed onto the orange background, the cheap paper already starting to disintegrate in your grasp. Maybe your hands were sweating because you were nervous, maybe because it was the middle of July and you had been standing in the midday sun for about half an hour by now, contemplating about a matter that had nothing left to be contemplated about.

The decision to ask Hange out had already been made weeks ago and every day you spend an hour over lunch with them and the occasional text had you received when the Marine Biology major had found another paper about some weird species with a long latin name, you scrambled for a good occasion to finally ask them out. The problem was just that all of their interests, as much as you adored them and were fascinated, were way out of your comfort zone and you really didn’t want to embarrass yourself on what could be a first date. But then you didn’t want to pressure them into anything they wouldn’t be comfortable with either. You weren’t exactly in the same social circles after all.

Like, you could just go somewhere and people would know you, there was always someone to talk to and that worked out just well for you but-

“Heyyy! Are you heading to the cafeteria as well? We’ll have to hurry up if we still want to find some good seats.”

As you whipped your head around, Hange was leaning against the wall next to you, wearing a t-shirt with a long fish captioned Wahoo (Acanthocybium solandri). You had no idea what this meant, nor how you did not hear them approach you, nor how the hell you were supposed to ask them now. So you didn’t.

“Sure, I was just waiting for you actually.” Well, that was true at least.

“Let’s hurry, I think they have pizza on the menu today.”

Hange waited for you to join them on the way, all too happy to tell you about their shirt. Wahoo was a real fish apparently that often was confused with mackerels or barracudas, but the name was funny.

Over lunch they asked you about your day, letting your rant about how bad group works were and then told you about that paper on this newly discovered sponge they read the last night, but in terms a normal person could actually understand. And when you asked about the other sponge paper you tried and failed reading after they send it to you, their eyes were just sparkling and they were brimming with excitement and it was just so infectious. You had never seen anyone be so happy about a sponge they wouldn’t ever get to see in real life. Just, how were you not supposed to have at least a crush on them?

Hange with their funny patterned shirts for every occasion, who was so unashamedly themselves and passionate about the things they loved while never hesitating to share this enthusiasm and passion with others.

So on the way back to the train station you finally whipped out the flyer as if it was sword to fight this battle with. Just that a crumpled piece of paper wasn’t exactly sharp enough to stand against the absolute boulder of how badly prepared you felt for this. It wasn’t like you to be that nervous. Although apparently now it was.

“Have you heard of the End of Semester Party? The student councils of the different faculties coordinated it together and every faculty will also have booths and games and stuff. So it’s not just about getting drunk or anything. I thought you’d like that, so I wanted to ask whether you wanted to go there with me?”

You felt like you sounded like an 80s teleshopping segment, all that was missing was a look at the camera and listing of the phone number to call to order the absolutely legit product.

“Wait, you mean like a date? You’re not serious, are you?” Hange laughed nervously, averting their gaze.

They thought you weren’t serious. The realization hit you like a cold bucket of water. Or the boulder, or maybe the bucket had this Wahoo fish in it, whatever nonsensical metaphor would be the most appropriate to describe a verbal slap to the face.

Was it because they wouldn’t consider you as someone to go out with? But then they would have just said no, or something nicer to reject you, they didn’t even have to bring up the date. Did they think it was some kind of prank? The kind of things that were always pulled off in highschool? Maybe Hange had bad experiences with that. People were assholes after all.

But Hange was the last person who deserved to be treated like that. Damn it, they deserved all the love and appreciation and being asked out, even if they would end up turning you down. You would deal with this somehow.

“Yes, I’m serious. A date on that party, you, me. I thought we could participate in those games as a team or so. Of course you don’t have to say yes.” At this point you were flailing around with your hands, or at least it felt like it. It felt awkward to show so much vulnerability first, but then, maybe it was the right thing to do. Hanges eyes widened slightly.

“Wait, does that mean you’re asking me out right now?”

“Yes, that’s what I mean.” After this you would be the most confident person in the world, because how the hell would you be able to keep talking now otherwise.

Hange covered their face with their hands. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I screwed this up so bad.”

“What? No no, don’t be. It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” Some beats of silence, or maybe it was your heart not beating, you were unsure. “If you want, you can think about it for a while. Don’t feel pressured or anything, it’s all good. I just hope we can stay friends.”

“Yeah, of course- I mean, we can stay friends. Ah no, I mean- I’d like to go to that party with you. On like the- the date. The date. With you. You and me. On that date. On that party.” Now Hange was flailing.

“Wait really?” You had this whole communication thing down, definitely. But then, being nervous should be okay. Considering Hange was just as much of a mess as you were.

“Yeah, really. I just didn’t think you’d ask me out. I mean I guess I haven’t really been asked out before? And then you’re so popular and I thought you already were in a relationship… seems like I was overthinking again.”

Hange just gave you the sweetest smile in the entire world as their tension eased and even let out this little laugh that you adored so much and if you weren’t smiling like some love struck idiot yourself you would be surprised. They had agreed and the happiness made you feel all fuzzy and happy and it was perfect despite the awkwardness, because it was just you and them.

“Not only you. But at least now we can be overthinking together. And you really need to tell me where you get those shirts from.”

So that’s what it was, a party, a date. Hange and you.

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A/N: Hange's shirt this time was presented by the following meme from my fish meme folder:

[sappymix1]

Okay writing prompt -> office au dnf where George is the front desk worker and Dream is in sales and they meetup in the break room and always flirt

hi anon so funny thing it did not occur to me that you meant office au as in the show the office until I turned on the tv earlier today and it was there lmao. but anyway here is 1.3k words of dnfies working for a company that supplies textbooks to high schools lmao

[12:14] 🐈‍⬛: Dream

[12:16] 🐈‍⬛: Hellooooooooo

[12:16] 🐈‍⬛: This is so messed up why are you ignoring me

[12:19] 🐈‍⬛: Dreeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaam

[12:21] 🐈‍⬛: Stop ignoring me, idiot

[12:25] 🐈‍⬛: I’m so bored. I haven’t had to do anything all day. This is so boring.

[12:27] 🐈‍⬛: And now you won’t even text me back. You hate me. 

[12:31] 🐈‍⬛: You should come talk to me so I don’t die of boredom. 

[12:34] 🐈‍⬛: This is me because of you

[12:34] 🐈‍⬛: Ignore the caption

[12:37] 🐈‍⬛: I’m going to start texting Foolish instead of you. I’ll find his number in my computer.

[12:38] 🐈‍⬛: I’m doing it. I’m going to do it. I’m going to find his number and text him asking if he can show me his muscles

-

“Thank you, Ms. French; I’ll make sure that gets worked out for you. Have a good day.” Dream hung up his phone, posture immediately worsening as he screwed his eyes shut, trying to force down the headache that had been brewing since about the third question about the difference in price between the fourth and fifth editions of the biology textbook some forgettable high school in Vermont was attempting to purchase before the new school year began. 

Dream was pretty good at his job, mostly because he was pretty good with the people. He thought he had a good voice, one that made him good at dealing with people over the phone because it prepped them to like him by that alone. He was a bit more awkward in person, yeah – a bit too tall, not quite sure what to do with his arms or his feet – but clients were already endeared to him enough that at that point his slight awkwardness just ended up being charming. That wasn’t the point though; the point was that he was ordinarily really good at phone sales, customer service, that sort of thing. This particular call had just been a bit exhausting. He had barely even passed his own high school biology class; he definitely did not know which text book was the better option even though he had to at least sound like he did. 

Dream glanced over across the office, over to the desk up by the door. His vantage point, unfortunately, wasn’t that great these days. His boss had gotten it into his head that some change of scenery would make everyone more productive as they got deeper into the hot months of summer and, as a result, Dream had traded his desk conveniently within eyeshot of the front desk for one much farther away, and all he could see over, of all things, the fucking broken printer was a little bit of curly dark hair that drifted back and forth in a way that made it obvious that its owner was rocking back and forth in the swivel chair. 

Dream wasn’t quite sure that this rearranging was having the effect on productivity his boss had desired. He reached into his pocket, and he slid out his phone.

His lock screen was covered in a long chain of texts, all coming from a contact saved simply as a familiar emoji. Dream scrolled through them, automatically smiling as his stomach buzzed with strawberries and oranges. Apparently, he was not the only person struggling to focus.

[12:47] me: get better bait. you would text foolish telling him to die before you asked to see him shirtless.

[12:47] me: besides, you’d never do that to tina

Dream went to flip his phone over, not wanting to risk someone noticing that he was off task, but immediately, his phone buzzed with a response. 

[12:48] 🐈‍⬛: What are you doing?

[12:48] me: i was on the phone. 

[12:49] me: lunch?

This time, he didn’t bother putting his phone down, just watched the three little dots indicating someone typing on the other side of their conversation. He realized quickly that he was holding his breath, and he forced himself to let the lingering air leave his lungs. Don’t be stupid. 

When the text came, it was much shorter than the time spent typing it would have implied. Dream could imagine him going back and forth and back and forth, fingers freezing on the same anxiety that both worried and excited Dream. 

[12:50] 🐈‍⬛: Yes

Dream got up from his desk, heading to the break room to get his lunch. Once the door fell shut behind him, cutting off the low buzz of the lights and computers and air conditioning of the main office with a tight thud, he went to the fridge and pulled out the container of sliced up mango and half a sandwich in a baggie. A green sticky note with a smiley face adorned both of them, identifying them as his. He was in the middle of trying to crack the seal on the lid of his drink when he heard the door swing again and quickly felt arms encircle his waist.

“You’re so, like, needy, today,” he said without turning around. “What’s wrong?” Half teasing. Half so sincere that it made both of them squirm a little bit. Dream had always been good at that – caring about people. Especially certain ones. 

“Nothing.” George – the receptionist, the cute British guy in the office, the most important person in Dream’s phone – pressed his face against the back of Dream’s shirt, muffling his voice. “I’m bored. You were ignoring me.” 

Dream scoffed. He set his lunch down on the counter and turned around to face George. George was looking up at him, lips pressed together like he was trying and failing to keep himself from smiling. Failing, both because George wasn’t particularly good at hiding his happiness and because Dream could read his emotions from a single movement of his rich dark eyes. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I was working. I spent, like, half an hour stuck on the phone talking about biology textbooks.”

“Wow, poor Dream,” George teased, reaching to open the fridge and find his own lunch – left over chicken nuggets, apparently, as well as a plastic bag filled with apple slices – before settling across from Dream at the table. “Forced to spend all day on the phone, while I’m dying at my desk.” 

A bite of his sandwich. “Dying? Of what?” 

“Boredom and neglect,” George said, sounding extremely put upon. “It’s so messed up that you’re letting your stupid job get in the way of our relationship. Just so that you can, like, have money or whatever.” 

“I can’t believe you’d let Patches go hungry like that.” Dream reached over to steal a sip of George’s peach ice tea, and George just grinned at him before sighing. 

“I guess that’s a good enough reason.” They were both quiet for a few seconds, ankles brushing under the table as George chewed on his apple slices and Dream picked at his mango with a plastic fork from home. It was comfortable, or at least as comfortable as lunch at a tiny breakroom table that was so short that Dream banged his knees against it every time he sat down could be.  It was, arguably, one of the least remarkable days of Dream’s life. Tomorrow, he would put back on his scratchy work clothes and the shoes that pinched his toes, make a million more phone calls to talk about textbooks he couldn’t care less about, and eat another dry sandwich in the shitty breakroom. The same mundanity that he had found, despite the big dreams that he had had growing up, to be his life these days. And, just like he eventually did today, before they threw out their trash and tried to leave the breakroom far enough apart to make it inconspicuous, George would ask if he could come over after work, and everything would feel a little bit more special.

[sorenphelps]

All the artwork I made (so far) for the fanfic Fall For Me by @nikialexx for this year's @rsbigbang!

When we received the fanfic summaries and I saw that there's gonna be a rockstar AU, I ranked it high and was hoping for the best that I'd get it... And I got lucky, we got paired up with Niki, and I cannot even begin to express how much fun working with her has been! When I signed up for the Bang, I had no idea that I will end up being such an overachiever, but our collaboration was just too inspiring for me to stick to making only 1 picture! I'm gonna share a little backstory for all of them, also listing all the hidden easter eggs!

The banner: It was inspired by an off-screen scene (and a Hozier gif) Niki shared with me which inspired her to play with this AU to begin with! She was kind enough to let me design the look of the characters however I wanted and as I am the biggest facial hair enthusiast irl, I shamelessly drew the boys with beards, even tho it is not even once mentioned in the fic! (I aspire to be the fanartist known for drawing every male character with a beard, jsyk.) I am especially fond of Remus' nose, it just turned out so cute! Also, big thanks to Niki again for adding the extra bit about Sirius' parents coming from Vietnam, which is a very personal touch for me! It's the reason why I draw the Black family members with East Asian features, and finally it is perfectly valid in this fic's canon! 🙇🏻‍♀️

The paparazzi photo: This was my very first idea upon reading the summary of the fic, and thankfully Niki was very onboard with this too! This however turned out to be more challenging than expected, the first version was from a different angle and I really couldn't figure out the correct proportions and perspective, and the pose is harder to pull off in an anatomically correct way to begin with, so after some discussions whether it would be plausible in the fic if the paparazzi would have a room next to this balcony instead of in front, it finally clicked into place! And it is actually a real place in Madrid (the hotel and the background too)! Madrid is my ultimate favourite European city and I've spent 2 weeks working there this spring, so I could actually use my own photos as reference! I also hid a crescent moon and a star on the label of the wine bottle in the background! In the fic it is a kiss and they shouldn't be this visible, but I think I managed to convey the heat of this moment anyway. I really like how Sirius licks Remus' neck and their pleasure is obvious however subtle it is. Also because it is not an actual kiss, it has around the same level of ambiguity as the "original" semi-hidden photos would have in my opinion?

The Instagram posts: This idea came to me while reading the first draft of the fic. I've always liked social media inspired drawings, so at first I just sketched it out for fun, but then I liked it too much, so I finalized it, only to realize that I remembered incorrectly and it was not an Instagram post in the fic! Thankfully Niki was flexible enough to change the platform to Instagram in the final version to cover for my mistake! As in the fic it's Snape who takes the paparazzi photos, I referenced him in the first insta post (username). The second insta post was a last minute addition, I figured why not put the story in a "frame" this way. I wanted to draw Remus again, and I had so much fun with it, I've added a lot of easter eggs too! He is drinking wine and is a little tipsy - just as the beginning, and a lot of other times in the fic actually, haha -, he has the ring, the photo was taken in James' restaurant, and there is also Padfoot the dog, who is now bigger as a whole year has passed! Niki gave me free hand with the caption and the comments too, so I decided to really double down on the story framing idea, and have the same comments, but with a twist, emphasizing Sirius' sassiness more (the caption and the extra comment from him saying the love of his life is his dog, but i used the moon and wolf emojis so it would refer to Remus... Also Padfoot is on the picture which is a nod back to the first one when the comment said who is on the picture).

The extra sketches: Originally I didn't want to add the extra sketches, as all three were just warmup before/after working on the actual pieces, but Niki decided to include them in her fic anyways! I really enjoyed the tension of the bathroom scene, I might even clean that sketch up sometime, but the roughness somehow really fits the vibe of the scene! The guitar playing one was actually the first version of the insta post that I only drew for my own fun, before I moved to make a more direct illustration of the scene. I really like how it looks, the guitar just looks so right in Sirius' hand! The boy really is a born rockstar, haha! The balcony in the background has the same pattern as the hotel in Madrid, however it really is just a coincidence. And how could I have resisted drawing Sirius with baby Padfoot?

The promo pic: I had the basis of this picture since working on the banner, but I actually only finished it recently. My aim was to make it look like an actual promo, influencer style (that's why the text is so cringy)! I've also came up with the idea of drawing the rockstar version of Sirius with a cross earring while working on these pictures, which I liked to much that I draw every version of him with it now 😆 It's like 95% of aesthetic and 5% reference to his godfather status (which makes sense only in my native language, cause the word for godfather is mirror translated as cross-father).

The rockband pic and the concert pic: I'm gonna list them here too, because they are both connected to the fic! Neither of them is a direct illustration, but they were inspired by the conversations I had with Niki in the meantime! The concert pic is actually a variation for the situation I tried to convey with the banner!

TLDR; (this became so long again, jeez) I really enjoyed working on all of these pictures, and I am sure that I will definitely create more! (The R/J/S threesome is just too tempting!!) It was really the most prosperous of collaborations, and it was so nice to get to know Niki too! I am really grateful for the opportunity to join the Bang, in my case it really delivered all the benefits: engaging more in this fandom, my creative drive skyrocketing and getting to know a lot of new people! Thanks to everyone involved, really!

[karoochui]

I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.

[aroace-polyshow]

hw question!

you’ve told us about the otori family dynamic in this au, so how about the rest of hw and their family? whats it like? is it different from your regular hcs for them/what little we know in canon, if so, how?

idk if you’ve already explained this but yeah-

YAYYYYY THANK YOU!!!

i wil be honest i dont think the tenma parents have changed much from how they are in canon. i think i’ve mentioned saki before too. tldr for tenma sibs saki gets worried about tsukasa but tsukasa is allergic to vulnerability especially with her cause he feels the need to be this ideal reliable big brother for her. so saki feels helpless bc of how much she *wants* to help her bother but he won’t allow her to yk. any opportunity he has to leave/redirect a conversation thats getting too focused on him and if he’s feeling bad he takes. and saki finds it frustrating as hell.

do you know that one fanart featuring rui’s mom and the caption is smth like “when you have to watch your child go through the same thing you did as a kid and there’s nothing you can do about it” yeah its that kind of feel with his parents i think. caring so much about their kid and not knowing how to help him.

i cannot remember for the life of me if nene’s parents ever show up in canon. i think its a similar thing to rui’s parents though. nene just has her mom though hashtag divorce. incorporating something from my friend’s fic though: after the Incident nene’s mom didn’t let rui see nene for a bit, saying maybe it’d be better if he give her some space. she didn’t have Bad intentions but since those two were young she’d known about rui’s reputation as a weird and dangerous kid. she heard stuff like “oh what kind of parent is she to be letting her daughter hang out with him” but she tried not to pay it any mind cause nene seemed happy with him. and then The Incident happens and she has a worse impression of him and thinks nene might be better off distancing herself from him. (*cough* contributing to rui thinking nene probably hates him bc surely nene must have told her Something that made her think rui should leave her daughter alone *cough*) when nene finds out thats why rui hasn’t been coming by her house though she is Fucking Livid. and it doesn’t cause this big argument or anything but nene now keeps away from letting her mom in on her own problems and her mom avoids interfering with nene’s life but isn’t really sure what else to do abt it. so like she’s not intentionally harmful but when she did try to help she didnt take nene’s feelings into consideration or even ask her and just did what she thought was best. so theres a bit of a distance between them? im having trouble explaining i think but i hope this makes sense

i think. that is it. but i could be wrong my brain is being weird. ty for the ask though yayayayy!!

[elytra404]

so i love coming up with au's for my fandoms that ill never actually write, so yk what? its time to make them a tumblr series!! first up?

ely's hypothetical dsmp marvel au!!!

Meet: the avengers, though their fans tend to call them the sleepy bois! (an inside joke from when the iron bird may have fallen asleep before a very important conference). The line up is as follows!

The Iron Bird! This man, also know as Phil, or Philza affectionately, got rich from a mix of inheritance and coding skills! This one man army can rival all of Nintendo! Well, a man and a robot, if you include his highly advanced digital assistant!

Wilbur! More commonly known by the superhero name, Retrocognition, Wilbur is Philza's assistant! originally created as an ai, he now has a body thanks to the infinity stone in his head! He was originally made as a replica of Philza's son, whose death pushed him to becoming a superhero, but Wilbur has grown into his own being!

This brings us to Philza and Wilbur's first real friend for years, Fire ant. Moved on from her days as a german spy, Fire Ant now works for Phil and helps him in his superhero escapades! Those close to her know her as Niki, and well her instincts are sharp and her mind suspicious, she can make a mean pastry.

And now, coming out of the ice for the first time in decades, its Captain America! She may be a tad old, and catching on lost time, but shes still as strong as ever! Her real name is Cara, but her friends call her Puffy! Why? Nobody really remembers to be honest. Shes our favorite super soldier, and a complete bad ass when shes not trying to figure out how a phone works!

Next in the line up, the great god of thunder, Tho- oh, sorry, turns out he now prefers the more 'human' 'discrete' name of Technoblade? Well, no matter the name, Techno is a wonderful god! Loyal to his hammer, the orphan obliterator! (turns out Milnor was a mistranslation? well thank god(s) for that!) A tad absentminded, and always cracking jokes about some kind of wall, he may just be the most powerful on the team.

But our team wouldn't be complete without our final three! Why, its Goop, Hawkeye, and... Fundy? Sure!

First off, the amazing Goop! Thanks to some gamma rays, great scientist Charlie Sicle became some what of a monster. He's a totally normal man with a perfectly normal bone structure, until you make him mad! Then, well you ever heard of a d&d ooze? Yea... you can have fun with that.

Then, we have Hawkeye. Also known as Jack Manifold (hes not the best at secret identities), this super powered hero is... what is he actually? Why do they keep him around? Well... anyway this family man is probably a wonderful addition to the team!

And last but certainly not least, its the wonderful Fundy! Quickly taken in by Wilbur, this 15 year old was granted out of this world powers by a space stone! And with a slightly unhealthy amount of trauma and self loathing, what teen wouldn't want to be this orange wizard!

Of course, we have other heros! From Sneegsnag the bug man, to Spidered the purple spider hero, Foolish the wizard sorcerer, to King Ponk of Wakanda (and more importantly king of his lemon orchid). Many wonderful heros to beat all the terrorists in this galaxy!

And if its more heroes in the galaxy your looking for, may I introduce the wonderful Guardians of our galaxy?

Starting with our self selected caption, Tommy Inn! Tommy was swooped up as a young boy by aliens, with only his mothers favorite music disc and a handheld player to his name. He protects those discs with his life, almost more then he protects his own life!

Then, of course, we cant talk about the legendary captain without his newly full time best friend! Tho he used to be an enemy, Tubbo is down for the ride! If not a little skeptical of his best friends planning abilities. Former son of Madre, he's ready to gaurd that galaxy!

Of course we can't talk about the guardian without discussing Ranboo! This little devil was made in a lab, and looks oddly similar to a minecraft enderman! A tad insecure, this he/they will not hesitate to bite you.

And of course, Ranboo's loyal companion, Aimsey. Aimsey's species is apparently very close to this earth cartoon Tommy keeps talking about, Adventure time. However Aimsey and their complex language of "I am Aimsey" is a much needed team member.

And now you know the heros of our tales! Fighting Madre, who dreams of creating his own universe with the infinity stones, who knows what could come next!

(partially inspired by and helped with some stuff- @mariposathebutterflyboy )

[stitchthesewords]

hey hi hello first of all I am sending u the biggest hugs rn <3

but also *pulls up a chair* you've got me in the portal AU brainrot real bad right now tell me about. the robits.

I've been Thinking about like. repair and body augmentation for them as an act of trust and intimacy and. how much grian is maybe involved in that/wants to be involved in that. does he ever help?? does he know *how* to? what does it take for them to....trust enough for that to happen????

GODDDDDD youve touched on something that drives me INSANE [Positive] w portal au. Okay so theres this chelldos art where the caption is 'system maintenance as a love language' and it has stuck w me since I saw it. So like, let us discuss-

So Mumbo is the one who engineered the android bodies. One BIG difference between PDICTP and Portal is that ScaR is not necessarily intelligent in all things and does actually depend on the personality cores to handle a lit of the tasks around VonCorp. They all filter through him, he has the final say on all Tasks tm but thats how it works for him [as opposed to GlaDos who fully runs the show on her own.]

In terms of like, repair and augmentation that is also on Mumbo. ScaR has both aesthetic and 'real' scars on his android body; im working from the idea that ScaR's construct had cracks and stuff on its surface and ScaR finds presentation to be the most important thing so of course he would keep them. The real scars are from damage he sustained when their longfall...feet? Failed, along with trying to run his own test chambers. ScaR, once again, has the final say on any changes made to either body and the robots theyre using to run test chambers in Grian's absence.

Grian, admittedly, doesnt know a lot about how to repair an android. He doesnt really know anything about the android bodies at all, tbh. All his expertise is in destroying the constructs and turrets - but heres the thing. Eventually, probably in this next ch, ScaR is going to set him up w a little sort of bedroom situation in Mumbo's workshop, and Grian is nothing if not a learner. So he's gonna pick it up and, eventually, he'll want to help too. But i dont know if the moment he wants to help and the moment they let him aligns

Grian and Mumbo have a lot less tension between them than ScaR has w either of them. So I think if anything, the first person Grian helps IS Mumbo - in my mind its the most likely. Where ScaR and Grian are dancing around each other and refusing to outright state anything about their feelings, Mumbo and Grian are more quietly being in each others presences. Finding softness in forgiveness. So i think Mumbo is more likely to trust Grian first and THEN ScaR.

ScaR and Mumbo ALSO have their own relationship with this going on. After all, if Mumbo is the one who knows how to repair the bodies and augmetn them, then ScaR has to be able to trust him to do that. And, well, they both tried to kill each other AND they both nearly succeeded. So its like - the trust isnt there at all but also theyre both ignoring it for the sake of their own goals. Abd eventually thats gonna butt heads.

Hhhhhhh the robots,,,,@made-nondescript feel free ti add any thoughts too

[mitraoki]

HIII!!!

I saw your latest kaveh fic and I just wanted to ask if you could do some kaveh x rockstar reader?? (Btw it's my first time making a request so I might do this wrong ╥﹏╥)

the moon and star (kaveh x gn! reader) (modern! au)

note; HIIII ANON! i'm SO SO sorry for the extreme delay on this - my new semester has officially begun and it has been a wild ride.... and it's your first request too OMG🥺🥺 i really hope you enjoy this though!!!! i really love this idea hehe🤍🤍✨ i also decided to write modern! au model kaveh hehe (bcs think about it....)

masterlist.

(god i'm going insane just looking at this gif-)

+ gorgeous model kaveh takes his time to appreciate the little things. an form of art is an emphasis. i'm sure one of them is music. he enjoys music, dances when no one is looking, feels like he is high up when he's listening to it. no one can bother him - it's his world.

+ i think you can already tell how MUCH support he's going to be providing to you and your career of being a well-known rockstar.

+ there are all kinds of music around him that he can bop his head to, jam out, or possibly even rage to; but something about your music has allowed him to finally come to terms with the existence of his comfort zone. he loves the fact that you were able to discover various different genres and create music out of them. each time you do it, it just works.

+ i think kaveh has been your 'since day 1' kind of fan. but he certainly had NO idea he would be talking to you as often through your social media platforms, to eventually growing a strong bond with you, all the way to the constant dates whenever you both had the time of your busy schedules - and the fact that your hand is now in his. for a couple of years now, too.

+ he couldn't help it - you were so, so breathtakingly alluring. the same person he was with at the very moment is the same person's face being all over billboards, attending show after show, touring the world. kaveh wondered if he was in a trance himself; for he was experiencing them all with him by your side.

+ naturally, fans do have mixed reactions when they found out you were taken. both his and yours were all over the place. kaveh didn't take it lightly at first - was it because of how he looked? why weren't they happy about it at all?

+ you were, on the other hand, worried about how distant he got from you around that time too - you thought it was his schedule being super packed due to high demands, or it could be because of the way you may have treated him.....? you don't remember any mishandling, but enough is enough. you two needed to talk it out.

+ 'nothing is going to come our way, kaveh darling. be as it may, those nasty comments aren't going to take me away from you.'

+ 'us against the world?' he questioned teasingly, his ruby red eyes dreamily staring into yours.

+ 'i know we both made the right choice, kaveh. and i know it can last till the end of our time.'

+ HOW HAS HE NOT PUT A RING ON YOUR FINGER YET

+ when i tell you this man MELTED- and then a wave of relief crashed into him so hard he felt like he could conquer the world with just his love for you. (kaveh has a wild imagination i just know it)

+ he's always backstage or at the very front, admiring you from any angle. his gallery is FILLED with videos and pictures of you. i can guarantee you this man has taken a selfie while you were on stage, and he's pointing towards you as well.

+ OF COURSE he's going to be posting that on his feed as well, and it's probably captioned "that's my lover right there!!!" and yes of course he has a thread of it.

+ has a special account dedicated to you, this is where he posts almost all of the pictures he has taken of you over the years. this man saved up throughout his career to get a camera and when he did, i guess he finally found his purpose🧎‍♀️

+ will tweet "get y/n's new album or else🤺" will spam his friends about how amazing you were. when you were away, they would hold a listening party. thanks to kaveh, they were all big fans of you too. <3

all created content belongs to mitraoki. reposts/remakes are not allowed.

[kjack89]

Sunday Spotted

For my bestie who remains strangely besotted with Deuxmoi.

E/R, modern AU.

“Congratulations,” Joly said, setting his phone down on the table next to Grantaire, who drained his coffee before leaning back and offering him a sardonic smile.

“Thanks,” he said, pausing before asking, “Though do I want to know why?”

Joly sat down across from him, his grim expression indicating that his congratulations had been sarcastic. “You made the Sunday Spotted,” he said, a little sourly.

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “The…what?”

“Sunday Spotted,” Joly repeated, and when Grantaire just stared blankly at him, he sighed and added helpfully, “You know, on Deuxmoi?”

Grantaire blinked. “I know my French is a little rusty, but what in the hell is ‘Two Me’?”

“It’s not ‘two me’, it’s Deuxmoi,” Joly said impatiently. “It’s a gossip site on instagram. Like Page Six for zoomers and millennials. And one of their weekly features is called Sunday Spotted, and it’s where random people send in celebrity sightings.”

“Ok,” Grantaire said slowly. “But, uh, you know I’m not a celebrity, right?”

Joly’s scowl deepened. “You’re not,” he said shortly, swiping on his phone to find a screenshot before sliding his phone across the table to Grantaire. “He is.”

Grantaire glanced down at the screenshot, his bemused look slowly fading into something more like a wince when he saw the photo and the accompanying caption:

“Ah,” he managed, a little weakly.

Joly didn’t look surprised by his reaction. “Unless you want to tell me there’s a different anonymous dark-haired man that Enjolras could be canoodling with at your favorite brunch place…”

He trailed off, and Grantaire shrugged, conspicuously avoiding meeting his eyes. “Last I checked, he was single, so he can canoodle with whomever he wants to.”

“Yeah, but last I checked, the only person he’s ever wanted to canoodle with was you,” Joly said evenly.

Grantaire snorted. “He’s a congressman,” he said dismissively. “He’s probably got interns and lobbyists and closeted senators falling all over themselves to date him. And some of them are probably willing to schlep from DC to the best bottomless mimosa lunch in the West Village.”

“As willing as you are to make the schlep from Queens?” Joly asked archly. “Or are you really going to keep pretending it wasn’t you?”

Grantaire sighed. “If it was me – and I am not copping to that right now – why are you so worked up about it?”

Joly’s scowl returned. “Because this is different than when you and Enjolras were hooking up while he was working as a public defender. Enjolras is considered a rising star in Congress, and there’s bound to be media scrutiny on anyone he’s dating.”

“And you’re worried I would sully his good reputation.”

The sarcasm was practically dripping from every word, and Joly rolled his eyes, before starting, with a bite of impatience, “No, that’s not—”

“Because I don’t know if you realize, but Enjolras doesn’t need any help sullying his reputation, since he’s an independent somewhere to the left of Marx,” Grantaire snapped. “He’s literally the poster child of the liberal elite coming to take the Midwest’s assault weapons and Evangelical Christianity. He makes AOC look positively right-wing. So him having an illicit affair with some no-name bartender isn’t exactly going to do anything to sink his reputation any further.”

“And it’s not his reputation that I’m worried about,” Joly snapped, and when Grantaire blinked at him, he sighed and amended, “Or anyone’s reputation, for that matter.”

“So then what—”

“You really want to see your entire past dragged through the gossip pages?” Joly asked, his voice tight. “The arrests, the drug addiction, the rehab stint…?”

Grantaire swallowed heavily and shrugged, looking away again. “I mean, none of those are exactly a secret,” he mumbled.

Joly shook his head slowly. “But do you really want to read about it in the New York Post with your mugshot splashed next to a picture of Enjolras’s congressional portrait?” he asked quietly. “Is hooking up with Enjolras really worth all of that?”

Grantaire shrugged again. “Maybe it is.”

Joly sighed. “Grantaire—”

Grantaire met his gaze squarely. “Because maybe it’s not just hooking up this time.”

Joly’s expression flickered. “Did Enjolras say that, or is this just wishful thinking?”

Grantaire half-smiled. “Or maybe a little bit of both?”

But Joly didn’t smile, just sighing again before telling Grantaire, as earnestly as he could manage, “Look, you know I love you, and I love Enjolras, and there is no one in the world who wants you two to be happy more than me.”

“I don’t know, Combeferre might’ve given you a run for your money, once upon a time at least,” Grantaire said.

Joly ignored him. “But like I said, you’re no longer sneaking around and hooking up when the worst thing that could happen was Enjolras getting a slap on the wrist for associating with an ex-felon.” He took a deep breath. “So if there is any chance of being something more, or, frankly, anything at all, you and Enjolras need to have a conversation about what that actually means. For both of you.”

Grantaire sighed heavily. “Yeah,” he said, a little sourly. “Because if there’s anything that Enjolras and I are good at, it’s talking about our feelings.”

— — — — —

“Are you familiar with Deuxmoi?” Grantaire asked as he let himself into his apartment.

Enjolras glanced up from where he was reading the New York Times on the couch. “Is that a Franglish term for ‘fuck me’?” he asked, tilting his head back automatically for Grantaire to drop a kiss on to his lips. “Because it’s not a particularly good one.”

Grantaire waved a dismissive hand as he sank down onto the couch next to him. “No, it’s an instagram thing.”

“Right, because you know me, I am particularly involved with social media,” Enjolras said, already returning to the newspaper.

But Grantaire tugged it out of his hands, tossing it down on the coffee table. “You should be,” he said. “Per Politico, you’re one of the most social media-savvy politicians.”

Enjolras barked a laugh. “I happen to have a very excellent team,” he said, shifting so that he was facing Grantaire. “Once I told Courfeyrac he could have free reign over my Twitter account, I haven’t had to give it a single thought.”

“Don’t forget instagram and TikTok,” Grantaire murmured, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re a viral sensation.”

But Enjolras stopped him with a light hand on his chest. “Is this conversation going somewhere, or…?”

Grantaire sighed, sitting back. “We were spotted.”

“Spotted?”

“At the Musain,” Grantaire said sourly. “Someone submitted a picture of us – or, well, you, and a blurry shot of the back of my head – to a gossip site.”

Enjolras nodded slowly. “I’m assuming this would be the ‘Deuxmoi’ in question?”

“Got it in one.”

Something darkened in Enjolras’s expression. “So, let me guess, Combeferre got to you? Gave you a stern talking-to about dragging me down and sullying my good reputation?”

Grantaire half-smiled. “Actually, no. It was Joly. And he wasn’t so much worried about your reputation as he was about, well, mine.” He shrugged in a way that seemed to be aiming for nonchalance. “Or lack thereof.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t like the sound of this.”

“Neither do I, but unfortunately, this means we probably need to have a conversation that we’ve been putting off for, oh, ten or so years now.”

Grantaire said it heavily, and Enjolras went very still. “Let me guess, the ‘what are we’ conversation?”

“No,” Grantaire said firmly, reaching out for Enjolras’s hand and lacing their fingers together. “You and I know what we are. We’ve always known.”

Enjolras smiled slightly, lifting their entwined hands to kiss Grantaire’s knuckles. “Then what?”

Grantaire took a deep breath. “Are we doing this thing for real?” Enjolras froze and Grantaire swallowed before barreling forward. “Because you know that I am happy to be your anonymous dark-haired man for as long as you’ll have me. But eventually, someone’s going to figure out who I am. And while we may know exactly who we are and what there is between us, it is long past time we decided if we want the entire world to know as well.”

Enjolras wet his lips before asking quietly, “Do you want the entire world to know?”

“That’s not really the point—”

“It is,” Enjolras said. “It’s exactly the point. Because if you think that I’m the one hesitating, that I’ve been hesitating at any point of this past decade, you’re out of your mind.”

Grantaire barked a laugh before scrubbing a hand across his mouth. “That’s awfully ableist of you, Congressman.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “It’d be more so if you weren’t the one who describes your mental illness as, and I quote, ‘Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs’ to anyone who will listen.”

“Fair enough.”

“But seriously, I was ready to sign a disclosure statement with New York County back when I was in the PD’s office, acknowledging my relationship with a known felon,” Enjolras said, “especially someone whose only felony was for stopping a police officer from beating me to death.”

Grantaire’s expression darkened. “I did a little more than stop him.”

Enjolras didn’t bother arguing that point. “And you’ve never been arrested for or implicated in a violent crime since then.”

Grantaire sighed. “Fine, but there’s also the misdemeanors—”

“A couple of possession charges and one very memorable public intoxication charge, if memory serves,” Enjolras said dismissively.

“—And the rehab and everything else,” Grantaire finished. “Joly may not be worried about your reputation, but I am. I always have been.” He hesitated before adding, “Because if even if you and I know who we are and what we are to each other, that doesn’t change the fact that you deserve better.”

Enjolras just shrugged. “Maybe. But I want you.”

Grantaire eyed him warily. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying fuck Deuxmoi,” Enjolras said, with the kind of savage fervor he normally only saved for political speeches. “Fuck Page Six. Fuck Perez Hilton, if that’s even still a thing.” He squeezed Grantaire’s hand. “Let’s do this.”

Grantaire stared at him. “You’re serious.”

“Sure. The central theme of my reelection campaign was going to be about funding for community support networks to prevent recidivism in violent offenders.” Enjolras leaned in and kissed his cheek. “What better excuse than to talk about my personal support for a formerly violent felon?”

Grantaire rolled his eyes. “I’m hardly the poster boy for this. My privilege—”

“—Is exactly what’s important to highlight,” Enjolras said simply. “You had the opportunities and support you needed because of your privilege, and it’s why it’s vital to extend those opportunities and support to those without your privilege.”

Shaking his head slowly, Grantaire bit his lip before saying hesitantly, “I don’t know…”

“I’m also happy not mentioning you at all publicly, and just going on with our lives, but I’d rather we got ahead of the inevitable attempts at scandal.” Enjolras shrugged. “But it’s up to you. Whatever you want to do. Just as long as we can still be us, that’s all I care about.”

Grantaire hesitated before asking, “Will I have to move to DC?”

Enjolras laughed. “Fuck no,” he said, kissing Grantaire before adding, “Let me have the excuse to leave that swamp as often as humanly possible.”

Grantaire smiled, cupping Enjolras’s cheek with his free hand and running his thumb across Enjolras’s cheek before saying simply, “Then ok. Let’s do it.”

Enjolras grinned. “Really?”

Grantaire nodded. “Really.”

Enjolras turned his head to kiss the palm of Grantaire’s hand before saying, “Then I’ll text Courf. Have him start working on a statement.

He grabbed his phone to do just that, and Grantaire waited patiently for him to finish before tugging Enjolras into his lap. “Great. And while he does that, you and I can do a little work of our own—” He was interrupted by Enjolras’s phone buzzing. “You can’t tell me that he’s drafted a statement already.”

Enjolras just laughed. “Knowing Courf, he’s had a dozen different drafts on file just for this moment, but…” He swiped his phone open, his brow furrowing. “Ah. We’re going in a different direction.”

Grantaire’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”

Enjolras shrugged. “Courfeyrac says there’s some kind of trending meme on Twitter that’s perfect for this. “

“Do I want to know?”

“Probably not,” Enjolras murmured, leaning in to kiss Grantaire. “I’m just going to take his word for it.”

Grantaire kissed him back before asking, “Will you at least let me see?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes but obediently handed his phone over. “Sure. He claims this’ll work.”

Grantaire frowned down at the picture on the phone before shrugging. “Well. Good luck with that.” He turned his attention back to Enjolras. “Now, where were we?”

He tossed Enjolras’s phone down without taking another look at the tweet that Courfeyrac had sent over.

[gamerwoo]

hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers, unrequited love, 100% angst, mentions of anxiety/anxiety attacks, reader is dramatic but we love her for it, she also knows how to play the guitar

word count: 1,703

summary: everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head; with eight seconds left in overtime; she's on your mind, she's on your mind

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a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics, and just assume all dialogue is in english

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You woke up to a lot of things that confused you. You didn’t remember the Instagram stories you posted of you and half your members at a club last night, but you did remember being at the club, which was good. You didn’t remember anybody around you taking pictures or videos of you and your members out last night, but they were all over the internet and in news articles. But idols went out to clubs, so it wasn’t like people were bashing you for it. The articles were actually written in a cute way to make it seem like your members took you out to the club since they were playing throwbacks you’d grown up with. Little did anyone know the real reason.

But you were mostly confused by why you were being tagged so many times in a screen recorded video of Hansol. It seemed to be a fan sign done over the phone, and a lot of the captions tagging you were asking you to hang out with Hansol or make time for him.

One’s caption was literally the transcripts of what the call said, but you still pressed on the video anyway without thinking.

“So,” the girl who was recording said, though she had her face covered by a sticker in the video, “I wanted to say I really miss seeing you and _____ hang out since you’re both in my favorite groups. Why haven’t you been posting about her much anymore?”

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, looking down at what you assumed was the album he was signing. 

“Um,” he began, trying to search for what to say.

It hit you that you hadn’t heard his voice in weeks. It made your heart skip a beat.

“I dunno,” he finally said, “I guess we’ve both just been busy.”

He looked back at the camera and nodded with a tight-lipped, crooked smile, “I think she’s been doing a lot of schedules with her group, and we’ve also had a lot of things going on. But we’ll find the time.”

It was that video that caused you to spiral, and now here you were: sitting on the couch in the empty dorm with your guitar between your torso and your thigh, your knee brought halfway to your chest as your other curled to the side underneath it. You had your phone recording you as you lightly strummed your guitar.

Maybe this was a little dramatic. Maybe it was a bit too moviesque to do some acoustic cover or a sad song and post it online. But maybe you needed dramatic and moviesque. Music was therapeutic for you -- hell, it was your entire life at this point. And you just felt like this song was really speaking to you. There was a lot going on and you just felt like you were too overwhelmed.

“‘I never knew; I never knew that everything was falling through; that everyone I knew was waiting on a cue to turn and run when all I needed was the truth.’“

You were blindsided by Hansol. Everyone was so sure he felt the same, so you convinced yourself that there was no way he couldn’t. You had no idea that he, in fact, was not head-over-heels for you like you were him.

“‘But that's how it's got to be; it's coming down to nothing more than apathy; I'd rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who's still standing when it clears.’“

And now it was all about Ivory. She came out of absolutely nowhere and became his entire world. Even before you knew about her -- you still had no idea when they started dating -- he seemed to be with you more often than not. And now he was with her. Of course, you knew it was your fault for pulling away, but he didn’t even text you much anymore. He used to check in more frequently, but he stopped. You knew it was the best for you, but it still hurt.

It was also best for you to not reach out, either. You knew to just leave it be. Just turn and walk away before you hurt yourself even more.

“‘Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head; with eight seconds left in overtime; she's on your mind, she's on your mind.’“

You had started to feel the anxiety attack coming after watching that video.  You didn’t know what the move was here. You were still recovering from your heartbreak -- were you in recovery yet or were you still mourning? -- and you’d forgotten that people knew you were friends and they’d speculate and ask questions. So what the hell were you supposed to do?

“‘Let's rearrange; I wish you were a stranger I could disengage; just say that we agree and then never change; soften a bit until we all just get along.’“

It was sad. He had no idea why you weren’t talking to him. He thought he did -- at least, he assumed -- but he didn’t know the real reason. And on top of that, fans liked your friendship and missed it. So now what, you were expected to hang out with him? Reply to these people and say sorry? Would it be weird to just...never hang out with him again? 

You didn’t want to make things worse by making fans wonder why you suddenly stopped hanging out together. If people asked now, they’d ask again later. Hansol would have to say he hasn’t spoken to you in forever and then it would become a thing.

But you didn’t want to talk to him, either. You wanted to just silently slip away from his life. You wanted it to be easier than it was. You thought it would be easier than it was. 

“’But that's disregard; find another friend and you discard; as you lose the arguments in a cable car; hanging above as the canyon comes between.”

You’d forgotten in your heartbreak that you were in the spotlight at all times, so the drift could never be that easy.

But there was Ivory to fill the hole you left, right? If Hansol moved on quickly, maybe fans would, too. Maybe they’d start to spread rumors of them dating like they did with the two of you. Maybe Hansol and Ivory would go public and then everyone would just stop asking him, ‘what happened to you and _____?’

“’Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head; with eight seconds left in overtime; she's on your mind, she's all on.’”

Despite your racing thoughts and all the emotions you felt, you seemed relaxed as you sang along, playing your guitar as you stared off into space. But god, you felt like you’d snap at any second. Your anxiety had you tightly wound up and the smallest thing would send you spiraling. But nobody would know that from looking at you, which was good, because you didn’t want fans or anyone else to know.

You didn’t want him to know, either.

“‘And suddenly I become a part of your past; I'm becoming the part that don't last; I'm losing you and its effortless.’“

You felt so conflicted. You wanted Hansol to care. You craved for him to hold you and tell you he was sorry and that it would be okay. You wanted him to tell you how important you were to him and explain everything to you. You wanted life to be like the movies and stories you’d read where you somehow would wind up happy and in love.

But you also just wanted to be a memory. You wanted nothing to do with him because it hurt so bad to see him or hear his voice or even look at his members. Hansol was your best friend and the two of you had become so intertwined in each other’s worlds that any reminder of him stung like salt in a wound. And you just weren’t strong enough to stand it.

Judging from his lack of texts wondering what was going on, he didn’t seem to mind, anyway.

“‘Without a sound we lose sight of the ground in the throw around; never thought that you wanted to bring it down; I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves.”

Mari reached out to the managers on your behalf, asking if they could somehow get Hansol’s box of stuff back to him. They’d grabbed it earlier that morning. You weren’t sure when he was going to get it, but you wondered if he would reach out then. You wondered if he’d call you to see if everything was okay because he hadn’t heard from you for weeks only for you to send his stuff back to him -- not even go give it to him in person, or give an explanation or warning.

“‘And everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head; with eight seconds left in overtime; she's on your mind, she's on your mind... Everyone knows... She's on your mind; everyone knows I'm in over my head; I'm in over my head, I'm over my...’”

That was just another problem to add to the list of them piling up on you. Your chest constantly felt like there was a weight on it; like you couldn’t breathe properly. Your anxiety was just barely at his limit, and the smallest blow would send you crumbling down. The Hansol situation, even cutting off contact with his members, trying to keep the whole thing a secret, dealing with your members nagging you about how long it’s taking for you to get over it, and just work in general-- It felt like the weight of your entire world was pushing down on you

“‘Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head; with eight seconds left in overtime; she's on your mind, she's on your mind.’“

You inhaled deeply and let it out before leaning forward to press the button to stop. And before you could rethink your choices, you simply captioned it, ‘a throwback,’ and posted it.

And honestly, you felt a little less weight on you afterwards.

[lavenderbexlatte]

shameless ch 3: careless

stray kids 5.1k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix NSFW

🖤 warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, one very passive-aggressive bang chan, vague dom/sub dynamics, voyeurism, explicit sexual content! 🖤

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🦋 him 🦋

It doesn't look that bad. Not really.

But in hindsight, looking at his camera roll with fresh eyes a few days later, Felix can see why his manager is so angry. It’s not that bad, but it’s bad enough.

He'd been long overdue for a post on the group's Instagram account, according to the detailed and ruthless social media schedule. And with nothing good from official shoots or appearances waiting in the drafts, Felix had given up and taken a selfie on the spot to throw online with a lukewarm caption and a few emojis, to tide the fans over.  

It's second nature of working with social media to check for personal items or unsavory details in the backgrounds of the pictures, and usually there's a manager around to double-check the draft before it goes up. But Felix was so late for his post, and so done with being asked to do it over and over, so he published the post himself. Check it off the list, get it off his mind.

Usually, that's no big deal. But Felix actually really gets why he's in trouble this time.

The photo is gone now, of course. As soon as someone with the proper authority noticed, it was removed.

Because while Felix made sure he didn't leave any dirty laundry or random brand names in the photo, he failed to remember which side of his throat was work-appropriate. The side that's normal. Not the side with a brand-new, deep purple hickey, admittedly satisfying but absolutely not safe for work as an idol, the perfect size and shape of her mouth.

He didn’t even think about it, since they’ve become so commonplace. The hickies.

It's been nearly three months since Felix met her and finally, as winter peaks, things are heating up.

Not that Felix hasn't been enjoying everything so far. Even the casual dates are exciting and amazing and fun. But after that first kiss, the dam broke, and now some of the more intimate perks of a relationship are coming into play. It's been slow progress, but progress nonetheless, and now they're at a place where innocent movie nights become more, and trips out are more frequently being replaced with evenings in.

He's not the first idol to show evidence of being anything but pristinely celibate, but he's definitely the first one in his group, and that spells big, big trouble. The tone of the texts he's been getting from his managers for the past three days says as much.

it's just a bruise. if anyone asks. and they better not fucking ask. you're so lucky dispatch didn't pick this one up and you're never posting anything without supervision again, understand me?

So, yeah. The photo is gone but the trouble's just begun.

Mostly because from that moment on, Felix can't seem to do anything right. People always seem to be watching him when he's at work, as if they're waiting for him to fuck up on the spot, as if she's going to materialize by Felix's side and wreak havoc on their brand reputation if he's left alone for too long.

Today is a day like that. He comes home after a long day of constant supervision at the company only to be grabbed by one of their newer staff managers on his way out of the dorm. The guy is a little younger, a little less sure of himself, and since he's the lowest ranking one on their management staff, he's been deemed the unofficial bearer of bad news, lately. So Felix is less than thrilled to see him, as mean as it sounds.

"Just the guy I was looking for," he says, with an overfriendly grin.

"Yeah, hyung, what's up?" Felix asks dutifully.

"Hyungnim had something he wanted to tell you, but he's busy, so..."

The manager tilts a paper tag toward Felix, and as Felix peers inside, he's met with a flash of pink and a pair of familiar shoes, a toothbrush-

Oh no.

He seems like he's apologizing, but the words are firm. "There's - there's too much stuff, Felix. Here. There's too much stuff here, it doesn't look super great and hyungnim thinks..."

Too much of her stuff, he means. Felix gets it.

"Look, you know what my personal policy is, in general. If I don't see it, it ain't my problem," he says. "But all this stuff? I can see it. Everyone can. And I can't stick up for you if hyungnim or anyone else really has a problem."

Wryly, Felix wonders if one of the guys complained. The managers don't usually make a habit of digging through their bedrooms, probably too afraid of all the stuff they'll find if they go looking, so Felix can't really think of a reason they'd find the spare clothes she'd stashed in his room, the shoes she'd left last time. And if the guys did complain, Felix wonders who it was. It's not like they have any room to talk, not with the stuff that they get up to. It's not like Felix is the only one.

But what Felix says to their manager is, "No, hyung, I get it. I'll...give the stuff back, I guess, and get it out of the way."

He relaxes, as though he was expecting Felix to put up a fight. "Thanks. Seriously. Just...you know. Out of sight, out of mind, right?"

The manager stares at Felix, a probing gaze that's confusing until Felix realizes he's not-so-subtly trying to get a look at Felix's neck, to see if the infamous hickey is still there. The idea that he might have been tasked to do that, as well, makes Felix irrationally annoyed.

It's been days. It's mostly gone, faded to a pale yellow, but it is there, and Felix slaps a hand over the mark peevishly. The manager seems to realize he's been caught, flushing before he gives the paper bag to Felix.

"Thanks," he says again, "Have a good night, Felix."

"Yeah."

None of their staff trust him and he's being watched all the time like some kind of flight risk. Felix thinks it's gonna be pretty hard to have a good night.

-----

Days later, enough days that the run-in with their manager has faded a bit but not long enough that it doesn't still sting, Felix gets yet another undesired wake-up call. A message drops down over the video that Felix is watching, lounging in bed, and the preview makes him pause it in concern.

Minho doesn't text Felix outside of the groupchat or the dance line groupchat very often, so when he does, Felix pays attention.

This message is only one line long, only a few words.

vlive now, sorry in advance

Minho also doesn't apologize often, especially not preemptively. Something must really be going on, then.

So Felix dutifully opens V Live, finds their channel, and unsurprisingly seeing as it's a Sunday evening without anything on the schedule, gets the notif that Chan is live. Apprehensive, Felix clicks onto the stream, laying on his back on his bed and holding the phone up over himself.

The video stream loads, and Felix tries not to look at how many other people are watching.

"-I'll keep trying," Chan is saying, grinning sheepish and theatrical into the camera, glancing down to one side. "I mean, every member should only do what's best for the group, right? What's best for Stay?"

For a moment, Felix thinks he's talking badly about himself. They all have their moments, of course. All of the members are only human, and sometimes a public sounding board and the immediate gratification that will come after are just too tempting. It's too easy to ask for validation, and sometimes they do. Chan, specifically, has a talent of acting like he's not even asking, of stating complaints and insecurities like facts and redeeming the compliments just the same.

Felix thinks he's being self-deprecating on live again, and he's halfway through a text telling him to knock it off when Chan continues on.

"I mean...we have to be responsible, all the time. We have all of you to take care of."

Responsible, huh?

"And more than anything, our job is about the team, right?" Chan is saying, and there's a tense tic in his jaw that makes Felix feel just a bit queasy. "Even if - even if you're really popular, even if you're a member that everyone loves, you need to keep a good image."

Chan pauses, scrolling on his phone.

"Yeah, exactly. We always have to make good choices. Never wanna upset anyone, yeah?" Chan mutters. "Make good choices."

Another moment on the phone.

Chan's tone is firmer and icier still when he continues, "All kinds of choices. What we say...what we post online...people see everything, you know? Stay sees everything. We know that. You know that. I would never want a member to do something that upsets Stay, especially not on purpose."

Oh.

"Yeah, I mean - 'who's upsetting Stay?'" Chan reads, "Doesn’t matter. It's not just about that, either, it's about respecting the team dynamic, too."

It's a smooth deference, but the fans are never as easily redirected as anyone wants. When Felix sees his own name begin to fill the comments, he closes the app.

It was vague, but Chan is always vague. It wasn't a direct callout, but Chan rarely ever does that, even in real life. He prefers this route. The parental guilt-trip route. The I'm-not-angry-I'm-just-disappointed route.

Felix is shocked to find himself angry. And he is so, so angry. His grip on his phone is tumultuous because his hands are simply shaking too hard to hold the damn thing. He drops the phone to his chest, and brings his hands down to cover his face.

This is the worst.

This is beyond the worst.

Felix isn't the same as Chan.

That was established a long time ago. It was obvious when Chan was the company's golden boy of nearly a decade and Felix was one grammar mistake away from the threat of being cut from the group permanently. And it's obvious now, when Chan is the one who constantly sexiles Felix and Changbin as he chases a cool girl with a precarious career of her own to protect, but Felix is the one who gets monitored by the company and shit-talked by his own leader on V Live.

Sure, Felix isn't as perfect as Chan, with his flawlessly-hidden nighttime endeavors and golden public image, but he’s doing good enough.

He's trying.

🕷 you 🕷

You seem to have become some kind of magnet for trouble, because all at once, you can’t seem to stop running into the one person you never want to see again.

Per usual on a weekend with nothing else planned, you're on your way to meet Felix. It's annoying that the route to the dorm has a transfer in the middle at a big, busy station, but it's a necessary evil, and you're trucking it through the maze of clothing boutiques and drugstores in perhaps the least comfortable slingback mules you've ever worn.

You've almost made it, too. You're approaching the turnstiles when you see her.

She's already inside the barrier, about to head down the stairs to the platform for trains going the other direction, and you're hoping that you can get past unnoticed since she's so far away. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her in public, and the last time it happened you managed to escape.

But today she looks up, as direct and alert as if you've called out to her, and when she sees you, she pauses. She beams, you can see it right up to her eyes. And she waves to you.

Cool Girl waves at you, and you hesitate as you look at her.

She's wearing the same shirt as you.

The same skirt, too, though yours is black and hers is khaki green, and the padding coat wrapped around her shoulders might even be the same brand.

But she's persistent, waving harder as if maybe you didn't recognize her, and so, chagrined, you wave back. She gives you a little nod, and sets off down the stairs and out of sight.

Felix calls her Cool Girl. You'd asked about her, that first time you'd met at the dorm, and he didn't tell you her name then. You get the feeling that he doesn't know it, but you don't need to know it, either. Cool Girl suits her. You'd always envied girls like her, with that effortless vibe.

That's the vibe you're after.

🦋 him 🦋

It's not the most graceful way Felix has ever asked for something, but it does the trick.

She'd arrived a while ago, in one of those outfits that's now become her usual, the little skirt and the fast-fashion dress shoes and the blouse, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Felix had asked what was wrong, but she had no answer for him, and the wisest thing at that point was to let it go.

Besides, Felix is thinking about something different.

"No one is home," he says.

She makes a face. "Good?"

"No, I mean, like. No one. And they won't be. For a while."

"Sounds like you have a plan," she teases.

"Well, I mean. That depends on a couple things," Felix answers, words a lot more confident than he feels.

He's nervous, of course, but that just means that he needs to rely as much as possible on that charisma he knows he has inside, the stuff that he brings out for shoots and stages. Even if it's just a thin veneer of courage, it'll help.

"Like?"

Like if she's ready to put the empty house to good use.

"Whatever you wanna do tonight," he says, instead.

Her smile is slow-spreading and knowing. "Like I said. It sounds like you have a plan."

"Well," Felix says again, "D'you wanna hang out in my room, this time?"

She's still never been into his bedroom, not even now that so much time has passed. It's one line that hasn't been crossed. They go to her place so much more often, where there aren't any roommates or managers or passive-aggressive leaders to worry about.

And she would usually shoot him down right away, anyway, if he offered the relative privacy of the bedroom, even for innocent things like movie nights without disruptions.

Not this time.

"Sure."

"Yeah?" Felix asks, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Okay."

He's the one who asked, and he's the one who really wanted it, but Felix can't help but feel like a schoolboy bringing a crush into his room for the first time. With the added embarrassment of it being a room that he shares with older brothers, no less.

But she comes into the room without hesitating, following him right in and sitting down on his bed when he offers it to her.

"Crowded," she teases, as she takes a look around.

"It's three guys in here, less than ideal," Felix replies.

"At least your bed is freestanding."

She's right about that. The bunk bed set that Chan and Changbin share is hanging on by a thread, already a precarious online-order model before it was put through its paces for several years by two men in their twenties. How Chan manages to have so much sex when he's a grown man who sleeps on the top bunk, Felix will never understand.

"Yeah," Felix says. "I mean, it's still kinda just shoved in here, y'know?"

"I think it's fine," she grins.

As if she knows exactly what Felix has in mind tonight - and let's be real, she probably does - she falls lazily back onto the mattress, spreading her arms out to the sides and stretching out. One person almost fills the twin bed, as it is, but Felix is determined to at least try and fill it up more.

"Comfy?" he asks, grinning.

"Not bad," she answers.

"You look pretty comfy."

She folds her arms behind her head, now. "Kind of lonely, though."

That's a suggestion if Felix has ever heard one. He takes a step forward before his nerve abandons him, and stops just shy of her knees. The angle she's at isn't particularly suggestive, since her feet are still on the ground and her skirt falls daintily to cover everything, but Felix's heart is pounding in his chest.

"What are you scared of?" she asks suddenly.

"I'm not scared."

"Don't lie. You don't need to lie," she shrugs, the motion stifled since she's still laying down. "It's just me."

There's something in her face that captivates him. Intensity in her eyes, a glimmer of something beneath it. She's always demanded all of Felix's attention, the way that she talks, the way that she carries herself, but there's an aura in this moment that's completely different. He kind of feels like he's drowning in it.

He's answering her before he's even thought about it. "Getting caught, for one."

She smiles. "You said everyone's out."

"They are, but c'mon. That would be the worst."

"Wouldn't wanna put on a show?"

"Not this time."

"Is that it?" she asks, shifting a bit.

She parts her legs the slightest bit more, and Felix notices. She notices him noticing, too, if the way her smile curves up even more is any indication.

"Because you said everyone's out. I trust you. If we have some time alone, we might as well use it, huh?"

"I've never done anything in this room before," Felix says.

"No?"

"Not with anyone else."

She laughs. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

"I think it would be...you know. Kind of..."

"Weird?" she suggests, but Felix shakes his head.

"No. Hot."

He needs her to just understand, to just let him live this one time. He doesn't really want to explore why he thinks that, but God, does he. It would be so hot to get to mess around with someone in here, to bring something so contrary to work into this place that work pays for, that work maintains for him.

To this room that he shares with his hyungs.

To this room where at least one of his hyungs-

"Hot, huh?" she repeats, like she's tasting it.

Felix takes that last step forward, and tentatively reaches out. Her legs are spread just enough, on either side of his own, bracketing him as he leans in to rest a palm on each of her thighs.

They've done this much before. They've done quite a bit. But Felix wants...he wants...

"Do you just want to fuck me in your dorm, Felix?"

It's like she's pulling the words right out of his brain and throwing them at him, and it wipes away all rational responses. Felix just gapes at her. He didn't know she could talk like that. That she would. That she would want to. It's fucking good, but it's sent him reeling.

The silence stretches on while Felix tries to plug his brain back in, and in the meantime, she sits up, bringing her face right up close to Felix's where he stands, frozen.

"Maybe that's too big of a question," she pouts. "Okay. Felix, do you want me to kiss you?"

Now that, he can handle. "Yes."

She does, and if she was tasting his earlier confession, she's devouring him now. Her arm thrown over his shoulder, her hand in his hair, guiding his lips against hers like she thinks he wouldn't know what to do without her. Or maybe like she knows it.

"Here?" she continues, hot against his mouth. "Is it that different from doing it at my house?"

"So different," he breathes.

"Why?"

The words pour out. "Because at your house I'm just...Felix. Here, with the rest of the members, at the d-dorm, I'm-"

"You are," she agrees.

Slowly, she lowers herself back to the mattress, bringing him with her. Felix lets himself follow, draping himself over her body as she settles. Even from below him, she looms.

"Do you want me to touch you, Just Felix?" she asks.

"So much."

"Where?"

He's blunt. "Everywhere."

She grins. She dazzles.

She snakes a hand to the hem of his oversized tee, and shucks it over his head before he can even feel self-conscious.

"Is this okay?" she asks.

Felix nods.

She's doing everything, she's setting the pace, but Felix thinks he needs that. The last thing he would want is for her to feel rushed, or stifled, or uncomfortable at all with the ways things are going. Felix wants her so badly he can feel his chest aching, and with no way to see inside her head and make sure she feels the same, the least he can do is let things move the way she wants.

"That's kind of dirty, you know," she says.

"What...what is?"

She shrugs again, petting that free hand down Felix's bare chest. "Wanting to fuck in here. You share this room. Kind of naughty."

Her words are careful, like she's testing the waters. Felix appreciates it, but he knows that she can feel the way he's twitching in his joggers, hard against her inner thigh. Far from embarrassed, now, Felix just wants her to keep fucking talking.

"I do want it," he says.

"You want to think about the things that we've done, every time you're in here?" she asks. "When the guys are here, too?"

Felix lets out an undignified whimper, but he's too far gone already to care.

"Or do you just want to think about me?"

"As if I don't already," Felix murmurs.

"Do you?" she asks, amused.

"How could I not?"

How could he not imagine what she feels like under his hands, completely bare and all for him? How could he not want her here, beneath or above him, always?

"Okay, then," she says.

Her eyes are dark, her voice is darker, and Felix is briefly concerned that he's not going to survive if she's like this.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."

🕷 you 🕷

When you come back to Earth, the energy is so surreal that you're not even embarrassed about how you acted.

The things that came out of your mouth...you didn't even know that you were into things like that. Talking like that. You didn't think you'd be into pushing Felix around like that, teasing him and pulling all of those embarrassing (hot...extremely hot...) confessions of intimacy out him. Maybe this counts as a kink of some kind? You're not sure. It wasn't premeditated, that's for sure.

You knew what Felix wanted right away, of course. You've been wondering yourself when that moment was finally going to come, when one of you would finally ask the other to cross the line and finally, finally have sex.

That moment came, and Jesus Christ. Given everything else about Felix, you'd expected a sweet and simple first time together. What you’d gotten was a lot more.

He seems to have enjoyed it, though. You can assume as much from the way he's sprawled on his back beside you, flushed and breathless, one arm over his eyes as he calms down. You certainly enjoyed it.

But for now....

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom," you tell him.

"Sure thing," he mumbles, "Put some clothes on."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," you tease.

Felix laughs, deep voice even deeper from wear. "People live here."

You do pull your skirt back on, despite your words, and when a quick glance around doesn't yield your blouse, you pick up a random discarded t-shirt from the floor and put that on, too. Undergarments are too much of a bother just for one quick trip to the bathroom.

"Hurry back," Felix pouts.

He's still not looking at you, eyes half-hidden beneath his arm and a faint smile playing over his mouth, freckles standing out starkly on his pink cheeks. It makes you strangely proud that you did this. His content and his exhaustion, his pretty flushed face and the faint fingernail marks fading on his shoulder, are all because of you.

You blow him a kiss as you sneak out the door.

And you run smack into Bang Chan.

Literally. You turn around, and you collide with a firm chest just inches outside the door. You stumble, and a quick glance confirms it.

“Chan!” you gasp.

"Whoa!" Chan exclaims, catching you by the shoulder as you regain your balance. "(Y/N)! Sorry!"

"No, no, I'm sorry," you sputter, "I should have looked where I was going."

"No, I'm the one who-"

Chan cuts himself off suddenly, and he lets go of your shoulder as if it's burned him. He's looking pointedly at some fixed spot just behind you in the hallway. Something wrestles with the gentle surprise on his face, and after a moment he just smiles blandly.

It's that moment that you become very, very aware of the fact that you have absolutely nothing on under these clothes.

"Sorry, really," he says.

"No...no problem."

His face is flushed. You'd forgotten how good he looks when that pink tone takes over his ears and the high points of his cheeks. Dazed, you move toward the bathroom door, and you're mortified when Chan takes a step in the same direction.

"You - oh. Go ahead," he says.

"It's your house," you reply, "If you need-"

"I insist."

You smile in spite of yourself, in spite of this absolutely ridiculous situation you've found yourself in. Absently, you try to smooth your hair back into place. Your priority should be getting away as fast as you can, but you can't seem to make your feet move. Surely it can't be too much trouble to talk to Chan for just a minute longer...

"I was just gonna shower, anyway. I can wait," Chan says.

You glance over his mussed clothes, the towel thrown over one shoulder.

"Gym?" you guess.

"Ah, I've been trying to get back into the routine, yeah," he says, with a real smile this time, one that makes his dimples pop.

"I can tell."

His ears flame darker pink, and a wave of satisfaction crests in the pit of your stomach, warm vindication. You trudge into the bathroom, determined to leave this social interaction on a high note.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Chan calls, as you're closing the door.

You freeze.

"Yeah?"

You can't see him, but you can hear his sheepish smile in his voice as he says, "Are you gonna keep borrowing my shirts every time you come over?”

🐝 him 🐝

The things that he's hearing from inside his shared bedroom are stronger than he ever imagined words could be.

Because they're doing actual damage inside his head. They must be. They're ricocheting around his skull, knocking the edges off his judgement and chipping away at his restraint, changing him into a person he barely recognizes in this moment. That must be what's going on.

That's the only possible explanation for why he's still standing here.

And then he hears her voice, low and firm and sensual.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."  

That.

That's the final blow, and he can't even decide what piece is worst.

Maybe it's Felix's name. It's a name that he knows and says and loves, that he shortens and tosses around because that's one of his favorite people in the whole world, and such a wonderful name attached to such a wonderful person shouldn't sound like that-

Maybe it's the profanity, sharp sounds warping the intention and the sound in a way that renders the entire sentiment alien.

Or maybe it's their name. The team’s name. Their title, their distinction, wielded like an insult rather than the badge of belonging that it's meant to be. Their name, thrown into the ring like it's nothing.

The sentence all together is more than he can handle.

He's shocked, and more than a little embarrassed that he's walked into a moment like this, but more than that...

On top of that...

He's. He's hard.

Felix chooses that horrific moment to answer, voice so low that it's almost lost through the buffer of the closed door.

"God, I'm fuckin' gonna."

And his hand flies down to press over the undeniable erection in his loose shorts, equal parts shame and deep intrigue. He should be running away, stopping himself, going in there, fucking anything other than exactly what he's doing. But he can't seem to unfreeze his feet from this very spot.

A gasp.

A moan.

A high-pitched noise that's so breathless and desperate, it could equally be either Felix or her. His Felix, his favorite person, or her. That girl.

He closes his eyes for longer than a blink, steels himself, and just for a moment, just for as long as this lasts, slides a hand into the waistband of his shorts, and indulges.

-----

After what seems like an eternity, they've finished.

He hasn't. He didn't let it go that far, though he did enjoy himself. He stands, slightly weak-kneed and extremely empty-headed, leaning against the wall just to feel the cool paint against his side.

And then that girl runs right into him.

How he didn't hear the door open, or hear any of the conversation that must have happened on the other side, he'll never know.

She's just there, suddenly, walking straight into him and gasping out his name.

"Chan!"

"Whoa!" he hears himself say, "(Y/N)! Sorry!"

He steadies her with one hand on her shoulder.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I should have looked where I was going."

"No, I'm the one who-"

Chan can feel any chance of getting out of this situation with his dignity intact dying as he looks at her, apprehensive anyway, and notices what she's wearing.

It's a t-shirt. It's his.

This one is nothing special, just like the last one, but Chan's stomach twists unpleasantly as he looks at her. It's another one of their old shirts from album promotions, worn-out to the point that Chan's kept it only out of nostalgia, kept only for sleeping and gym sessions. And apparently, to be borrowed by the girl that Felix is fucking.

No, by the fan that Felix is fucking.

The fan.

He's been silent for much too long by now, just staring. All he can imagine, as he looks at her, is the sound of her voice.

"Come on, Stray Kids Felix, if you wanna fuck me, then fuck me."  

But as the memory echoes, as he looks at her in the borrowed Yellow Wood shirt, some of the ambiguity falls away, leaving the one thread that runs through this entire tryst as he understands it. The thing that makes this girl stand out as a risk, as a red flag dressed in Chan's t-shirt with the faint imprint of Felix's teeth on her throat beneath it.

Stray Kids Felix. Fuck me.

Stray Kids.