#i started writing this at 3am and it is now 4am so

[charlie-artlie]

It's 4am and I can't sleep so I'm ranting abt transformers comics again

The transformers (2009), and largely all of the "on earth content" thus far, has been kinda annoying tbh. There's lots of good stuff in there and I'm still overall enjoying myself but basically anything involving the humans is just. Wack.

This is largely because none of the human characters are interesting or likeable at all. Verity Jimmy and Hunter were interesting!!! I liked their dynamics for the most part and enjoyed how they interacted with the autobots but all of these badass military guys are boring and stupid! I mean the only one who's fleshed out in the least is Spike who's just supposed to be this sexy badass who's a tactical genius and gets lot of trim but he's the worst lmao. He's overpowered and annoying and just a nothing of a character. Also it's outrageously stupid that he's able to single handedly take down a constructicon with nothing but "dumb tech" like I can't even take that seriously.

But the really irritating thing is I just can't understand why they're still on earth! They keep acting like they're the last of their race and they have no where to go but new people keep showing up! Where tf did cosmos come from?? Shouldn't Optimus, as the leader of their species be like, be trying to pick up the scattered remains of this army after the war?? why ARE we kicking around on the mud ball im with Roddy and the decepticons on this one. Like it's irritating because hot rod is objectively right when he wants to leave! The humans don't want them there and are actively killing them! Perdonally i dont rly like thr implications of what theyre doing to the captured decepticons (but who cares right) but if the concern is decepticon attack roddys right they literally have thay covered (see above, one human single handedly taking down a constructicon). Not to mention we already know they've tortured and mutilated autobots in the past so who's to say they aren't still??

I just don't understand. the constant dick sucking of the human race. Speaking as a human, I don't need this in the story. Why are we constantly being shown that actually it's the humans who are the badasses and the transformers who are at their mercy. First off, I don't believe you, and second off, then why don't they leave??? Like every five minutes we get a speech abt how humans are amazing and resiliant and so powerful and resourceful and and kind and wonderful and the humans are meanwhile like sorry we weren't listening we were too busy inventing a device that makes autobots explode while simultaneously setting off all our nuclear weapons at once.

Honestly I think I wouldn't be so annoyed with the overpowered human race thing, like to a certain extent its an interesting dynamic, but what's most irritating is the autobots reactions to it. After literally everything humans have done to them they're still just like wow, humans are amazing, we should live here forever. This plan sucks!!!! Pls can we plsss just go back to space!!!

........ALSO Optimus just turning himself into the humans custody for bad leadership crimes because,,,,,, humans killed ironhide,, and he feels responsible,,,,,, so he's going to get captured by then, so they can kill the rest of his men without impediment???? Dude, get your boys out of there!!!!

[ilyfynn]

fynn yapping about the past in the form of second person creative writing beneath (mcsr journey edition)

It's 11am. You're sitting awkwardly in your chair, tapping mindless words into your phone as you wonder what on earth you're trying to do here. You look at the words in the searchbar. They're foreign, yet so familiar - you know them, and yet you don't.

But soon, you will.

It's 11pm. You're sitting in the same chair, head glued to your monitor as you gawk endlessly at sparkling numbers. You have not dabbled in places like these for a year now, but it does not make a difference. You look at the scoreboard. It's not great -

but it's enough for you nonetheless.

It's 12pm, and you're sitting in Biology class with your laptop sporting a bright-white Google Docs page. You're really good at hiding what you're doing, despite almost being proud of it - your word count is climbing, climbing, climbing, and you mean to gift this work to one of your newest acquaintances. You like this. Even with the clock ticking by and your head already clouding over with fatigue, you like this.

You tilt your head back, and you breathe in life.

It's 9pm, and you're sitting on the couch clutching your phone in shaking hands. The pixels trace out damning sentences, each letter shocking your heart further and further into disgust and devastation. Your eyes are damp. You rub them till they're red -

but you will not, must not, let yourself cry.

It's 5pm, and you're sitting at your desk, laptop wide open. A different document is splayed out before you this time, one that features not just your own work but your friend's too. You laugh when she comes online, catches your silliness red-handed. Although your worlds are both crashing down, you have each other.

It's almost enough.

It's 9pm.

The world ends.

You watch your hopes get crushed into shattered pieces, each fragment embedding itself into your broken hands like glass shards splintering.

You don't think you'll ever see them heal.

It's 6pm, and you bow your head to the darkness before finally giving in. As you do your homework, you leave the stream playing on in the background. You don't know anything about it -

but you might as well have it there anyway.

It's 5pm, and you're cuddled up comfortably on the couch waiting for the stream to start. You say hai to everyone you've met - from Tumblr mutuals to literally random people, they all respond to you no matter who they are. It's great. It's wonderful, and as the streamer enters the stream, you think -

how could I have missed out on this?

It's 4am, and you're lying in the dark with your phone playing an event you've waited a week to see. Your favourite guy is the last to participate, so you pass the time by updating one of your friends as you watch. It floods your screenshots, of course, and you see them for months afterwards.

You wouldn't trade this for anything.

It's 3am, and all the lights are out except the one on your phone. You watch the stream go on and on, the dark path extending for hours and hours as you actually type in chat for once. You don't know whether it's worth it -

but at least, it's alright.

It's 11pm, and you're squirming in your seat watching End fights with astounding passion for such a new spectator. You grit your teeth and you hope - you bite your tongue, you hold your breath -

but what you wish for doesn't happen.

You don't even care.

It's 2pm, and you're sitting in Spanish class when the streamer you have a thirty-stream long watchstreak for goes live. You roll your eyes and you complain about Tuesday, but both you and the poor person next to you know you mean no harm by it. You wait everything out patiently.

You catch it later, of course.

It's 3pm, and you're rushing out of class with a half-convincing excuse and your phone in your pocket. You open up the form with trembling hands, watching as your fingers type in the claim you want to make. You don't even know whether your submission has gone through, but you pray it does.

You almost submit it again just because.

It's 3pm, the next day. You open up your DMs - and there it is.

Proof that you got what you wanted.

[omogod]

HOLDING REPORT (12/12/22)

Started holding at 6:30pm on 12/12/22.

Ended holding at 4:08am on 13/12/22.

Had needed a good amount of stress relief from everything going on lately, and wanted a more productive wetting than the most recent one I had done before, when it turned into more of a real accident! (spoiler alert: Aoife never learns her limits and they all turn into real accidents.)

Didn’t feel anything for about the first hour or so, was just casually browsing omo tumblr or reading AO3 omo stories. (6:30pm - 7:30pm)

Around hour two, I felt an ever so slight urge in my bladder, but mostly just reminder that I had one more than I needed to use it. Was still reading omo fics at this point, but also writing some omo stories, and planning some future holds. (7:30pm - 8:30pm)

Hour three, I got bored. I took a long walk around my town. Luckily, I live in a rural Irish village, so no one was going to see me, especially at night. I roamed through some of the empty fields to kill some time, sipping on bottle of water as I perused through.

Walk ended up being about three hours. I could definitely feel it getting much worse now. The cold didn’t help with aiding my need, and I definitely should have wrapped up warmer. Lost two leaks as a wave of desperation hit me when a cold wind flew my direction. (8:30pm - 11:30pm)

Got home and sat in my kitchen and watched whatever random stuff is on TV at nearly midnight.

Decided to scroll multiple NSFW art sites for pictures and comics of omorashi. Went down a dangerous rabbit hole of comics and spent about an hour scrolling through, whilst my need grew exponentially and I jiggled about. (00:30am - 01:30am)

Half 1 hit and I was at about an 8. I had my legs crossed together tightly and my bladder was screaming for some kind of pressure release.

I had to spurt some out onto a towel just to take the edge off otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to continue the hold.

As we all know, taking the ‘edge’ off of a full bladder never works, and by 1am, I felt like I was going to explode. I had drunk about 1500ml at this point.

I managed to hold on for about another 45 minutes by scrolling through omo tumblr again, and grinding a pillow to help temporarily numb my desperation. (1:30am - 2:15am)

By half 2, there was a decently sized wet patch on grey panties, and I was bursting for the loo.

I knew that I had to hold this longer because I had sworn to make the hold ten hours. This was obviously a huge mistake and a very ambitious goal. By 3am, my panties had felt atleast two more hot spurts of piss, and a third leak that I nearly couldn’t stop.

By half three, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had made a large wet patch in the bed and felt like I was holding back an inevitable river. I grabbed a towel and placed it in between my legs incase I leaked.

Begrudgingly, I shoved my legs together and went downstairs again, towel shoved tightly in between my shaking legs. I decided that the best place to wet would be my back garden so I ventured outside, but for some reason (or because I’m fucking stupid) I decided to also take a walk around the fields behind my garden before coming back to wet.

Turns out that navigating fields at nearly 4am, bursting to piss, whilst drunk, in the middle of a pitch black Irish winter might, is not the best idea.

Maybe these ideas spawned because atleast 500ml of what I had taken was alcohol. At least.

I was definitely under the influence by this point.

Rational and sober me would have just used damage control. Squat down where you are, take a piss, now you have enough concentration to try and get home.

Not drunk Aoife, she has one singular brain cell.

I continued on, clutching my crotch with the willpower of Satan himself and tried to march my way back into the general direction of my cottage.

Fair props to drunk me, I did end up at least walking in the right direction back to my garden. However..

I managed to walk about another 5 minutes through the fields before a rush of pain and desperation flooded me (haha pee joke) and I literally was bent over in pain, holding myself like I would die if I peed.

Obviously this didn’t work, and a wave of desperation turned to leaking, then to spurting, then to losing control completely and emptying nearly a 10 hour hold right onto a poor patch in my field.

I checked my watch and it was 4:08am.

I managed to hold it for 9 hours and 38 minutes!

This is the most I’ve held drunk in a while, but if wasn’t 10 hours so I was a bit annoyed. I’m hoping to do a 12 hour hold soon whilst sober though!

Walked back home soaking wet and got into the empty bath, finished up my business, and maybe got wet in more than one way..

Thank you for reading! Hoping to do these kind of stories whenever I hold, most of the time they are pretty entertaining because I have a tendency to overestimate my bladder, and not be able to hold it that long. Sober me can hold longer, be assured.

[gobletofmilk]

hours of the day ranked

1. 6pm 6pm is the best hour of every day because this is when you are eating dinner. sometimes it doesn't happen in this hour but when it does, this is why we are on earth. dinner. it's also good because you eat dinner then. 

2. 7pm i love this hour because if you have eaten dinner already you have a good 4-5 hours of true free time. you can literally do whatever, spend time with friends, read, write, watch a movie, or do what god herself placed us on this earth to do which is rot in bed and look at phone.

3. 12pm yummy lunch time 

4. 4am I'll fight all of you on this but 4am is here because of that sweet sweet rem. you know how good sleep feels at 4am? you kidding me? this is why i LIVE.

5. 12am there's just something special about midnight you know. it's just cool. if you're still awake the vibes are kinda crazy you know. if you're with friends then the vibes are even crazy er. i love it when it is midnight. 

6. 3pm i haven't been in school for years (like millions of years), but there is no denying the power of 3pm. home time. it's also the peak time in the afternoon. lots of shenanigans to be had at 3pm you know

7. 5pm this is like like school ending but for adults although i don't have a job that ends at 5 i just kind of work whenever and it is so bad for my work life balance because i end up working at the worst times and don't give myself enough time to relax but if i had a normal job this would be the best time

8. 10pm sleepy vibes you know

9. 8pm i really like this time because i'm usually right into a movie or something or playing a game or rotting in bed usually rotting 

10. 4pm it's interesting at this point we are starting to get to the hours i'm not too fond of. don't get me wrong i'm a fan of 4pm, but my brain just turns off around this time every day. i can't get anything done. it sucks. i'm not a morning person or an afternoon person or an evening person tbh.

11. 11pm hey that's a good placement

12. 5am such a risky hour. if you're getting good rem then it is the greatest hour in the world. but if you wake up at 5am and still want to have a little more sleep. god. kill me. it happened to me this morning and it has just ruined my day

13. 9pm it's kind of sad at 9pm because the night is coming to an end and it's like sad and stuff??

14. 1pm i ated all my lunch :(

15. 10am hey this is usually like a snack time so that is good. but you have a whole work day ahead of you and it's like ugh lame you know. if it is a day off though 10am can be pretty exciting. i'm usually rotting in bed around 10am

16. 2pm controversial maybe but this time isn't it. i want to go home you know i don't have three hours of work left in me.

17. 11am the most nothing hour ever created what even happens at 11am

18. 1am not for me

19. 2am like 1am but slightly worse 

20. 3am like 2am but slightly worse

21. 8am of all of the morning hours, this one is the least offensive. you're usually eating breakfast or just commuting and listening to music so hey, it gets a pass i suppose. morning sux.

22. 7am the only good thing about 7am is your bed is so comfortable, but like why can't we take that comfort and move it to other parts of the day. i gotta get up at 7am, don't do that to me.

23. 6am kill me now it's so over

24. 9am imagine being henry time, inventor of time, and thinking you know what is a good idea? 9am? what a fool. i'm so upset this time should not exist. so sick and twisted.

[akiraiscute]

{ A Slow BURN, of Aaron Hotchner & Fem! Reader. As of right now, you jst look like you!! Not any race color. }

New Episode, Criminal Minds. Which comes with,

Tw ; Gore, Description of Dead Bodies, Slow Burn, 2022 writing (that im fixing rn!), use of You(s) instead of I(s) and her!!

New Case. - Part 3

“Alright, Lets begin.”

JJ said as she put the screen up. A picture of a young girl with (H/C) {hair color!} and soft looks.. appeared on the tv, Jennifer sighed as she looked at the file. Everyone looked at it, As it said.. “Kasse Jayde Cole” “16”

“Police said that Kasse was found in Chicago, {___} at 3:30AM in a park, by park rangers as well. The wounds on her body was completely fresh.”

“Don’t people call 3AM between 4AM the "witching hour" or something?”

You said it quietly but yet everyone heard you.. You looked back at the file, already knowing that reid will say something smart about what you said but. As you flipped through the stuff.. you saw the wounds, it creeped you out really. It looked like vampire bites in vampire romance books or movies or shows too..

“Actually, it wasn’t always the witching hour. It was when "demons" were strongest.. but then, as early as 1775 Rev. Matthew West in the poem "Night, an Ode" started the thing where they called 3AM and the time between that through 4AM the "witching hour"!”

Reid said, and explained. No one stopped him well… you didn’t let them, he has been shut up one too many times. And you care about how he feels so! What if he feels bad about rambling- anyways.. You were looking at reid before looking at the file again. Sighing as you kept staring into the picture of the wound, it felt familiar. Way too familiar, it’s like you have seen the same wound somewhere, just somewhere.. it messed with your mind a lot, you shook your head before looking up at Jennifer or JJ.

“Go on jj..”

“As I was saying. The police called us as they have been dealing with the same problem each time, as so in the files.. This is the fifth victim, the media has been calling the unsub "Vampire" and the police has been encouraging it.”

JJ paused as she pressed a button on the remote that made another picture pop up, a girl with (E/C) and (S/C) {eye color & skin color} You looked a small shocked before shaking your head again, you looked through the file until the girl’s picture popped up.

“Jasmine Bayou Isuma. The police said she was found in an adandom warehouse by teens, the same wounds on her neck like Kasse. Clearly like vampire bites as to the unsub’s name. But Jasmine looked like she was there in the warehouse for a couple of days, but something that they both had been completely drained out of blood, Kasse and Jasmine.”

You looked up from the file and to the screen, completely more shocked than you looked like before. You tried to put stuff together as you looked back at the file, reading Jasmine’s page.. You compared their photos of their dead body. Both pale and their wounds in the same place.. you looked absolutely confused. Before you could say anything, JJ spoke up again.

“There was another girl, but her body was cut off besides her head and neck. The unsub kept the head and neck together as to show her wound on her neck, the same wounds on Jasmine and Kasse.. As of right now, they haven’t found the rest but they do know the identity of the girl. Her name was Eleanor.”

You sighed softly, looking at the picture of Eleanor. It was her high school yearbook picture.. she looked so happy there, Eleanor’s next picture was her head and neck cut off from the rest of her body. It was upsetting that each one of these girls had a whole life ahead of them and all three were only sixteen. You quickly got snapped out of your own thoughts by a chair moving back loudly, it was Hotchner getting up. You absolutely sighed, make annoyed and everyone but him heard it, Derek looked at you and smirked at you teasingly. You glared at him immediately when he did that.

“Alright. Wheels up in thirty.”

WELL! Its another part of new case😊 and get ready!! im literally abt to MAKE A BUNCH OF STORIES. i dont have writer block anymore people!! The next is gonna be surprising! I don’t know how this is alr to post because i haven’t proofread it yet but its alr- i have a bunch of stories to do rn so.. its fun writing this type of series 😊😊

- Akira!.. Akira! Logging.. logg- logging off..

[lumiereandcogsworth]

I was writing about Robert being upset because Giselle left the house after midnight to get a pizza she was craving while pregnant, and it got me thinking. How Adam was during Belle’s pregnancies (aside from the general worrying) Like they have people who could do it for them, of course, but was he often leaving the bed to get her tea or a random meal at 3am? or would she just go get it herself? would THAT worry him because “you’re pregnant and shouldn’t be on your feet 😠” idk basically just. asking about Adelle pregnant things 🫡

EEEEE!!!

i will say off the bat, adam is simply at his WORST when belle is pregnant. they get into The Most bickering matches during these times. it just so prominently brings out their biggest difference, which is that adam is a little ball of anxiety and belle is a free-spirited wild flower. now of COURSE, belle Does worry, she has concern over her family. (i think all the time about when maurice is leaving for the market and belle says “stay safe” like !! she does worry!!🥺) it’s just in general, and especially when she’s compared to her husband, she tends to think things will be Okay. for the most part. her worries are more situational. and with pregnancy she’s like “i’m young. i’m healthy. the midwives are unconcerned. we good 😌✌️” and if any of that changed she’d be like Oh Okay Noted🫡

whereas with adam, he just becomes so intensely protective of his family, because he never really expected to HAVE one (well, he definitely expected to have A Wife and Children™️, but he never anticipated actually CARING about them) so now that he does have them, and his heart is open and specifically beating FOR THEM!!! he just worries all the time :( and so when belle is PREGNANT it’s like!!!! AAHHH!!! he KNOWS his wife is still a strong powerful independent woman, but!!! there’s a Little Precious Darling in there now 🥺🥺🥺 and he doesn’t want anything to happen to either one of them!!! and he Knows this is a more delicate time!! even as capable as she is!!!! ESPECIALLY FOR THEIR FIRST HE IS JUST SUCH A DISASTER. AUGH. he always wants belle to rest and stop doing so much and just PLEASE try to act like SOMETHING is different!! but belle for the most part tends to carry on as if she’s not pregnant, as much as she possibly can, and that unfortunately infuriates adam 😮‍💨

as to your actual question, yeah belle definitely does that herself. very regularly. over time she does get more used to having servants but she never fully lets them do everything for her. but yeah!!! i actually have a fic of her sneaking down to the kitchen at like 4am because the baby was kicking up a storm and she couldn’t sleep. and she finds mrs. potts already starting the day baking something and they have a cute convo!!!!! the mother-daughter moment of it all!!!! anyway that’s this. but yeah she doesn’t bother waking adam up because she KNOWS he’d be like STAY THERE. I WILL FETCH YOU SUSTENANCE!!! (usually that means sending a servant to go get it. but i think he does get stuff directly sometimes, kind of just depends on if he wants to stretch his legs and/or needs A Moment to calm himself afjskdk) and she’s just like 😒😒 because she definitely would prefer the walk anyway. she’s a very active gal and i think the need for putting her feet up and all that is incredibly annoying to her. bed rest drives her CRAZYYYY my gosh. so adam just Reminding Her that she has to rest like, makes her want to strangle him <3 and if he Does catch her being on her feet when she shouldn’t, he always huffs and grumbles and she always glares and rolls her eyes in response.

NOW! that being said. pregnancy is a Journey and a Rollercoaster and i think there are definitely many times when belle is appreciative (and even demanding) of adam’s assistance. it PAINS her to ask for help, she’s just that independent of a person, but when she does, he’s always ready to help her and rarely gloats about it. like i have a scene in my docs that’s like, her Finally asking him to help put on her shoes. and he does it and then is like “i’m proud of you for asking! 🥰” and she’s like “yeah whatever 😒😒” lmao. he kisses her forehead and she HIDES HER SMILE BECAUSE GRRRR GO AWAY STOP BEING A NICE HUSBAND!!!! but then later she’ll be bawling her eyes out thinking about how all the autumn leaves are going away and dying and the weather is changing and that’s so sad😭😭😭 and adam will be there to hug her and remind her that they’ll come back in spring and by that time the baby will be here and you can show them all the flowers🥰 and then that makes her cry more because he painted such a sweet image in her mind.

belle’s pregnancies definitely always bring out a much much softer side to adam, as well. like YES he worries a lot and yes they bicker about it a lot, but he’s always such a softie for his darlings. they’re the only people that see him smile and laugh so much. so amidst all these worries and things, there are also so many soft moments too. moments of feeling the baby kick, of kissing her belly, of reading & singing to it, of day dreaming together about what this one will be like. fun debates like if it’s a boy or a girl, or what they’ll name them, or what color their eyes will be. (belle REALLY wanted them all to have adam’s blue eyes. but she had to wait til their last baby to get her wish🤧)

also especially the second and third pregnancies when other kiddos are involved. ESPECIALLY the third. renée is seven and FULL to the brim of opinions and questions, and both adam & belle love talking to her about it. i have a wip that i genuinely don’t know if i’ll ever finish or publish because it’s just adam & renée walking and having a back and forth conversation about the third baby. and renée just keeps asking questions so idk how it’s ever gonna end. that castle is full of hallways, and renée is full of words. they could do this forever. but it’s a fun character exercise <3 anyway, juliette as always is quieter in regards to her future little sibling, but belle cherishes the moments when jules will quietly put her hand on her bump and listen for her baby sibling. even in her less expressive face, belle can see her eyes light up when she feels the kicks and wiggles 🥹

i think this fic is a good example of what life was like just before their third was born. it includes good Adam Worrying™️ and them bickering, as well as the girlies being very cute 🥰🥰🥰

i also currently have a wip set when belle is newly pregnant with juliette, and she’s very nauseous (i think the nausea was Really bad for her for all 3 pregnancies 😭 but it only lasts for the first trimester. then she’s mostly okay besides usual tired/aches/cravings. but i can get more into that on another post 💖) anyway she’s very nauseous + renée is a BABY (when juliette is born, renée is freshly 2. so for the pregnancy she is. not even 2 yet 😮‍💨) so yeah it’s just adam taking care of his beloveds, mainly. adam does go get some tea for her in that one. actually you know what?? i should just go work on it so i can post it!!!! i’m gonna go do that 🏃‍♀️💨

[fentrashcat]

Tic Spirals

⚠️this is of course my own experience and each individual with tic disorders will have unique experiences.

Post might be hard to follow due to sleep issues but since this is the first time in a while this has happened I figured I'd write about it. Maybe it'll help?

Idk if there's a different term for this but it's different from a tic attack, but can sometimes trigger attacks.

So as of writing this it's 3am, I'm exhausted, I need to get up for work at 6:30am, and I've been trying to sleep since 1am.

I'm too tired to sleep.

Now this might sound like what you'd say about a fussy toddler, missed nap time and is now too tired to sleep, but for me it means a tic spiral. I tic bc I'm tired, ticcing makes me tired but keeps me awake, I tic more, ect until I crash. Caffeine can also make me tic more, and I had an energy drink so I could function at work today? Yesterday? Earlier. On about 3hrs of sleep already.

So as I'm trying to fall asleep, I keep getting motor tics. Getting annoyed with that stressed me out and started up some verbals. Stop the verbals, get comfy, almost get to sleep, and it starts again. 2 HOURS of this. I know the solution is sleep. I know once I sleep ill be okay. But my tics just will not let me sleep, and I think that's one of the most frustrating things. Being aware and not being able to stop it.

It's like the whole "telling a depressed person just be happy" but instead I'm trying to tell myself "just sleep" even though I know it's not that easy.

I'm probably not sleeping tonight, which will likely lead to a tic attack tomorrow no matter what I do. Hopefully it will happen AFTER work so i don't have to leave early again, but my tics are never that considerate 😅😭

Some more tic spiral examples include-

Anxiety makes me tic, ticcing around people makes me anxious, Anxiety makes me tic -> usually leads to my Bad One tic attacks, only solution is usually home, put on a comfort sound, and take a nap with one of my cats.

Whistle (not perfect) click, whistle (not perfect), whistle (not perfect), whistle (perfect) click, whistle (not perfect) -> luckily this one usually ends itself quickly but if my whistle isn't good enough I have to keep doing it

This was long and rambling but it you read it, thank you. I hope it makes sense. I really want to sleep but even if I am allowed to fall asleep now I will not wake up on time no matter how many alarms I set 😅

Now, I'm going to go have some ice cream at 4am ✌️

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Having god awful insomnia lately but it is so fun to see you on my dash at these hours so that's nice, at least. -Rotten Anon

I'm sorry that you're having insomnia :( I have experienced really terrible insomnia before - mainly before I got on the right birth control that helped a lot of my symptoms, so I definitely know how shitty and awful it is

When I was in high school, I used to go for up to four days without sleeping. There was times when I took tests and had them handed back to me graded without remembering that I took the fucking test in the first place

One time I went an entire weekend without sleeping - Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and on Sunday, my mom invited me to go antique shopping with her - and I thought that getting out and doing some activity would finally make me exhausted enough to fall asleep. So I went with her and I ended up staring into a random mirror for ten minutes thinking it was a portrait of someone who looked eerily like me (a la the Haunted Mansion - how the deceased bride from years ago has a portrait that looks a lot like the modern wife). Shit was bonkers

Luckily, now, even if I don't always sleep well and sleep is still something I struggle with, my body does get exhausted enough to TKO after like 48 hours. Which I consider lucky after the hell of being awake for like 78 hours and feeling like I can smell colours and not being able to fall asleep no matter what I try

But right now, I am on such a weird sleep schedule. Which does happen to me often. My ideal sleep schedule is going to bed at light 9pm (I am not even kidding) and waking up comfortably at 6am or 7am. I like having some quiet time to myself before everyone else gets up - cause that's usually when I get a lot of writing done. Even if I wake up at like 4am when it's still dark out, I don't mind that, because I can get that peaceful alone time - I know a lot of people prefer to do that at like 1am-3am after everyone else falls asleep, but I don't really like that because I don't like to have my alone time after I have done a full day of activities and I'm already exhausted. At that point I would rather just sleep lmao

But to me, prime time for peaceful alone time is from 3am-8:30am before everyone else gets up and starts their day - I can get breakfast, watch TV, fuck around, and I get a lot of writing done during this time.

But because of my illness, my 'schedule' is not even a schedule. At any given of the month, I could be waking up at 9am or 9pm and going to bed at 5pm or 5am. I literally have no schedule whatsoever (which my online posting reflects lmao)

For the past few days, I have been going to sleep midafternoon - at like 1pm, 2pm, 3pm and waking up at MIDNIGHT. which is my least fucking favourite time to wake up ever. it's too late to eat dinner with my family so I end up eating cereal or something for dinner? and it's waaay to 'early' to call it 'morning' - and I end up being tired for BED by fucking lunch time. ass oclock time to wake up

but I have been taking advantage of it in order to work on a fic lmao. yesterday I wrote 3k on a fic - and if I keep up that pace, then I'll have another finished oneshot in order to be edited and posted later (because editing is the part that takes up the most braincells. I can't do that shit right now)

ANYWAY I HAVE BEEN RAMBLING SO MUCH OMG. I am glad that my presence online is making you smile <333

[arosejoy]

Awoke at 3am and layed in bed until 4am, when I got out of bed and reheated my leftover half-caff coffee from yesterday. If I brew a pot now, it contains decaf, allowing me for a few more cups of goodness. The warmth and creaminess and bitter and rich tones give me a boost in my days and are a way I self soothe and take a break; grounding my hands while holding the cup, while sitting and feeling present in my body and senses.

My dear friend passed away some days ago. He was in the depths and took his own life. This fuels me to document and share more of all sides and parts of life. If you have known this darkness, when the mind flips a switch and suddenly there is a plan...perhaps we can learn to recognize when things are going south and reach out before we fall deep into the pit. Sometimes the fall happens so quick, it seems endless, without a bottom, without a way out.

Please, check on your loved ones. They may not outwardly show their struggle. I used to be the master of disguise in many ways, so I speak from experience. I didn't realize that sharing the pain and truths of my life would make room for healing and coming back to center, back to wise-mind.

Actively listen while your people and acquaintances share about their lives. Hear the emotions, and feelings, and inner workings. Share your own vulnerabilities to create space for them to feel comfortable to share as well. Tell your stories. Create a life that serves your best self. Learn and understand the difference between empathy and compassion. (Follow the link for a book of Paul Bloom who started this conversation in the modern era. His perspecitives highly influenced my lenses of life and affirmed what I had been contemplating and practicing as a way to reach and be there for others, as a way to be present to my self, and just overall as a way of living.

[Per usual, free write, unedited]

[4dself]

Chronicles of a Fandom Luminary: My Journey as a Renowned Fan Fiction Writer. (and an obsessed fan)

Journey into Fandom: I've been in a few fandoms throughout but I believe this was the first fandom that was probably the deepest I'd ever been. And when I say deep I mean deep. I most definitely won't be dropping any specific names but I'm sure you'll be able to pick up along the way some hints here and there about what I'm talking about.

I was on YouTube in 2016 or 2017 and had come across a few videos on YouTube, then couldn't get enough and was watching reactions of other groups reacting to other groups. I'm sure you get it by now. lol.

My memory from this time is a bit foggy about how I got into this fandom exactly but this is how I discovered them.

There were two within the group and I really loved their dynamic with one another; along with the other thousands of people. I loved how they interacted, talked, and were cool with one another. I was obsessed. I watched YouTube compilation videos that others had made of them and it garnered lots of views, I loved everything about their bond and was genuinely obsessed to an insane amount.

I realized I had too much love for them and an overwhelming affection for the two especially one of them. My entire being literally overflowed with love and obsession and I needed an outlet for all this. This is when I came across Wattpad.

Discovering Fanfiction

I had used Wattpad in the past to read normal/regular stories from authors--never actually using the app as an author myself, but mainly as a reader.

I saw that the fandom I was in had specific tags and names for my OTP. I saw that the tags/names would be paired with drawings, vdeos, etc. I then realized I could use those same names/hashtags to search for content on other platforms. So I searched on wp andd I was surprised but filled with happiness and excitement as I saw that my otp had so many stories written about them. I added these books to my library and read and read and read. I would read until 3AM just engulfing myself into their universe of love.

It wasn't long until I had a favourite dynamic of who was the top and who was the bottom; then only reading and enjoying that specific dynamic. I was mainly obsessed with one of them though and read every single thing related to him. him x the others, it didn't matter because it was him. Though my favourite otp above all the rest was him x the other guy.

I was very, very happy with the authors I followed and supported and all, as so many of them created so much amazing and good content. I had so many stories in my library saved and I had read all of them more than 20 times. (no joke). I had two absolute favourite authors and I was more than obsessed with their works as they only ever posted about the otp and did so beautifully. it was clear they were just as obsessed. One of them did eventually went mia for a while due to some things happening, and she came back a year later with an update to one of the stories and was more than active. the other favourite author went mia until their account eventually got deleted. She was my #1 writer and me and the other 15k+ followers were more than obsessed with everything she released.

It also wasn't long for me to start getting into writing the stories myself. I remember writing my first ever story of my otp and finishing it at 4AM on a school night. I was filled with joy and adrenaline because I was simply so happy to be writing things about them and obsessing over them.

I shared the story with my best friend and she helped me edit it, read it over for me, gave me suggestions etc. before finally publishing it. That story did extraordinarily well on the platform and it wasn't long before I started pumping out more work. Every work I shared and finished did better than the next. I had gained over 1.2k followers in a span of 2 months and it only continued to grow from there. Engagements were high, everyone was active, it was more than amazing.

I realized I loved writing my otp because I was in complete control of the story. I could write about absolutely anything and could feed the hunger within me that was so obsessed with them. I had so many ideas and fantasies that I was able to publish and it seemed there were just as many people waiting for it as those stories did extrodinarily well. I wasn't only obsessed with my otp but again with him and so many of my stories consisted of him x xyz in the group simply because I loved the dynamic he had with the others as well; and also watched content regarding any of his ships.

I had published so many stories until the point I stopped reading on wattpad and became a main author myself on that platform when it came to the otp. I was starving for some new content about my otp, something fresh, something clean and brand new that I had never seen before but it came to a point where wattpad simply did not have what I was looking for. The quality I wanted, I could not find on wattpad. I had eventually slowed down my writing and barely published new works; but updated chapters here and there times.

Twitter and AO3

I craved some new content really bad but didn't know where to look. I went to wattpad to try to fill parts of the cravings but it did not work anymore. I got bored of reading the same thing over and over but couldn't go a day without not indulging.

I'm not sure how I stumbled upon twitter, but this was also the very first time I was introduced to stan twitter. My wp handle and twitter handle were the same. I updated my followers on wp that I now had a twitter account and told them I would be more active there. Quickly I found content regarding my otp and his numerous ships, and the dynamic I enjoyed. I followed accounts that also loved and were obsessed with him and his other ships as well. The community was huge.

I believe this was when I came across AO3. I'm not sure exactly how I found it but I was in love. AO3 was levels above wattpad. It was and still is in a leauge of it's own. The writing quality was absolutely beautiful, the mountains of stories and stories regarding my ships and especially my otp made my mouth water. I was amazed and in awe that such a platform existed and it was only now that I came across it. I believe my friend knew about it long before I did and helped me get use to the platform. I quickly created an AO3 account which had the same handle as my wp and twt.

It did not take long for me at all to start publishing. My first work and gained many kudos and love from so many, so many comments I received were written in paragraphs; it's as if they wrote an entire story in my comments. Quickly, my following on twitter grew exponentially. I loved writing so much and loved that there was a large community for all of this. I soon found other writers on twitter and fanartists and what not, and I read all their content and reposted it all too. It was amazing. I couldn't ask for anything better. Everyday there was something new for me to induldge in regarding my otp and any of his ships. I truly couldn't believe it. Even if it was in another language I would find a translation for it.

It was interesting to learn that there were people more obsessed than I was on an entirely different level.

I published more content and gained lots of exposure--even becoming twitter mutuals with one of my all time favourite writers of my otp. She was very well known for her works about the otp and I was so excited that she loved my stories just as much. I had moved from wp to twitter and AO3. I would receive so many dms of people saying they loved my works and how thankful they were about me and the content and ideas I would produce. People also dm'd me suggestions about what to write and a story line they would love to see and of course I took so many things into consideration and would publish them. My best friend even helped me work on some stories together, we brainstormed and wrote it together, it was very fun. She wasn't in the fandom or anything like that but liked helping me out fomr time to time or whenever I needed it.

Eventually, not only did I publish fics but started posting fanart as well. (I used to be an artist until it no longer interested me) I posted lots of otp art, and it gained lots of traction as well.

I even participated in kinktober (for fanfics) and wrote something every single day and published it. It did well of course. I never wanted to do it again as it was also draining.

Things could only go up from there. I was well known within the community, my works were being shared amongst others and were included in threads regarding reccomendations. Every single day there was new content regarding my otp and any of his ships, the fan art from fanartists was of insane and highest quality, writing from writers was of amazing and highest quality it was just an amazing sight. I was even surprised my favourite fanartist had a twitter as well since I only found her on tumblr, and of course her following was just as grand on both platforms. I would go through all the art she published everyday as it was just too good. She was and is still very popular.

I literally could not go a day without my otp. Every day I was indulging in anything and everything about them and was utterly obsessed. It legitamatly was one of the main things that brought me happiness (lol).

I also realized much later on that I only cared about my otp and his other ships. If it was any other ships that included someone in my main otp in their ship, I wouldn't even engage with it or bother to acknowledge it but it brought me annoyance. Yes, this literally would drop my mood down and make me upset. So, to lighten my mood again I would go back and simply engage with my otp content. I realized that majority of the community did not like that other communties otp as they would harass us as they solely wanted their otp to be the main one. It was out of some sort of jealousy since our otp announced many things together, worked together in duo projects, and always paired together in everything.

Curious cat

Moving forward, I had eventually created a curious cat as I had seen it was something a lot of content creators within stan twitter had. I would recieve hundreads of anonymous messages everyday and would respond to them. 98% of it was very, very posititve and had nice things to say about my writing and etc. the other 2% were low lifes, bottom of the barrel individuals who sent odd things about the otp and my writing because they wanted me to write about their otp. I made it clear that if they were that upset, they should go write it on their own. I would even get dt because some people were that upset.

Majority of the community was on my side when it came to any rude messages from anonymous', and would defend me.

It was fun but eventually I closed down my curious cat due to receiving too many messages on a daily bases and not being able to respond to them at once.

Closing Twitter

Twitter was very toxic in general. Even amongst the main group fandom it was just weird. I loved the community and everything having to do with our otp but twitter was just not the vibe for me. Despite having many devout followers, I didn't like being on the platform anymore; so I closed my account down and remained only on AO3. Of course people were very upset about my account closing as I had lots of content on my account that many would revisit daily, and it wasn't on AO3.

I still regined without a twitter account. I published and eveyrone was content and just glad that I was still active.

Present

I am no longer obsessed. Though, I did publish something this October since I hadn't published something in a very long time and of course it's doing numbers.

I skipped quite a few things in this story since I don't consider them to be too relevent to this story. I have many more stories to tell regarding stan twitter and being a solo at one point but those are stories for another day.

I'm wondering if anyone knows the ship. I don't think I said anything specific at all; the information provided is so broad.

[nvrtrust-naims]

im such a genius

im a creative visionary

what the actual hell

all my ideas are so good wth wth wth wth

(ive was struck w such creativity last night while i was shifting/daydreaming LIKE I HAD BEEN DAYDREAMING FOR LIKE 4 FUCKING HOURS AT THAT POINT n like then it hit me — it rlly hit me)

the zombie fucking apocalypse. its so (sparkles n ahhs — basically im cumming like my brain is on such a high im such a fucking genius)

why do i make so many good ideas right when i need them like this is so crazy

honestly the one daydream verse ive been stuck on lately got a little boring n was honestly getting way too close to what my real life is like but THIS OH THIS AHHHHHHH

the zombie apocalypse twist is legit all i needed n now im better like catch me (please dont im embarrassed) daydreaming on all my car rides, whenever i possibly can, n from the hours 10pm to 3am (or 4 if i feel like school a particular bitch that day)

— i stepped away for like an hr or two from writing this to daydream on the ride home if that helps w context or sumn —

i should start daydreaming from 4pm until midnight or 4am again omg im so back into that energy nnngghhhh i want to i want to i want to

but no — cause i am a fulltime student, sibling, friend, and club member i cant jus go full daydream girl until summer — like ik i hate summer (not the season — i love the heat n the summer vibe — i hate the time of year like those specific sets of months n the holidays in them) it the free days for months literally sets me so free

ill be gone 80% of the day for months like full on months n the days blur together n shit n sometimes ill jus sleep or daydream for like 24 hrs or more its so crazy

but tbh im gonna check what i have to do tmmrw n if it doesnt sound particularly important… mmmm im gonna either halfway do it or ignore it to go back to daydreaming beCAUSE IVE STUMBLED ON GOLD AHHHHH ITS SO GOOD actually its not even that diff from b4 but like its sm better idk why im such a genius

this is the sign that im manic again.

n now (bc i took up your time) a collection of current vibes —

this high is pretty up there like on a scale from 1-10 its def a 7 or an 8 its rlly giving — so i think the low that comes after im done being hyper n manic is gonna be rlly low just in time for finals exams n other important end of yr shit 😭😭

[came0dust]

artstyle and color experimentation

(image description and extras under the cut)

[Image description: Two somewhat loosely colored duplicate drawings of Neku Sakuraba from The World Ends With You, on a dull tan background. He's drawn from about the middle of the torso up. He stands angled to the left, with the arm closest to the viewer held slightly away from his body, though it's only drawn about as far as the elbow. He looks in the viewer's direction with a quizzical expression, with the high collar of his shirt slightly covering his chin. The left drawing is labeled "CYMK Only", with "C" colored in cyan, "Y", colored in yellow, "M" colored in magenta, "K" colored in black, and "Only" in all caps, colored and underlined in white. The colors used for the drawing itself are bright and generally saturated, as well as generally being tinted toward one of the five colors used in the label. Of note, Neku's skin and hair are tinted pink, and the majority of his tanktop, which is normally a dark gray, is a deep purple instead. The right drawing, labeled "Free Style" in all caps, with a soft rainbow gradient, has colors that are comparatively more muted. In this drawing, Neku's skin has more of an orange undertone, his hair is closer to brown, the darkest part of his tanktop is more gray, and the purple and yellow stripes are much less saturated than the left drawing. The right drawing is overall darker and generally has more granular shading. End image description.]

extras (if you were just here for that art up there, feel free to bail now)

so csp updated recently with a separate color mixing window and if you saw the last post's timelapse, you know i like to keep my colors on hand and for the most part i tend to either pick them out before i work on whatever i'm coloring or set them aside as i go. i did the former for this aside from when i realized i didn't quite like a color, which is pretty much standard fare. i've been wanting to do an experiment with just blending my colors from only cyan, yellow and magenta (with the addition of black and white for values) for a while, but between practicing and learning other things and just not being very thrilled at the prospect of either having a bunch of space on my canvas dedicated Just to the colors i'm mixing or having to go back and forth between two canvases just to work, i'm only getting to it now bc the new window makes it a lot more convenient so i felt the drive. i did the cymk neku first to try to avoid feeling a bias to just mix for the types of colors i usually would opt for since i would have just used them and i think it counted for a lot, given the difference between the two. i saved the color mixing windows for both of them and i think it kind of speaks for itself.

[Image description 1: Multiple splotches of color on a white and gray checkerboard background indicating transparency. There are many mixtures along the left and lower parts of the image, and some along the right, scattered amongst more solid shapes of single colors. All colors were blended from cyan, yellow, magenta, black, and/or white, or from other hues that were themselves blended from those colors. End image description.]

[Image description 2: Comparatively fewer splotches of color, none of which were blended with one another and are much less disorderly. End image description.]

honestly when i was picking out my colors for the right neku i was like "damn i really live like this?" and i was beginning to doubt if it would even look good, but i think the answer is really just that it's a different approach. i'm not very good at Picking bright and saturated colors, but until i figure it out, mixing printer colors is definitely gonna help me get there when i need it. it'll get easier with time.

i've also been trying to change up the way i shade when i'm coloring by making really broad strokes before i go in for more detailed or specific shadows or highlights which i think has been helping me a lot with getting values to feel a little more . not necessarily even but balanced i guess? more.... proper (the words aren't coming to me, but you might be able to see it a little in the trunks from a few days ago). but it also ended up getting me distracted because i was putting down the hair for cymk neku and i was like "ooh the orange kinda looks cool there"

[Image description: A mostly unfinished version of the saturated Neku. His arm and the dark part of his tank top are colored in, as well as some of his face. The orange from his hair covers most of the left half of his face and his headphones. End image description.]

and because of this i ended up doing a quick one using just oranges

[Image description: Neku but colored using exclusively shades of orange, which are blended relatively smoothly. End image description]

i wanted to do some layer trickery to see if i could use this to map the shading over flat colors but it didn't work out. i still like the look of monochrome-ish coloring so i might do this again but who knows really. im taking things as they come

[tatakaebomb]

The Veronica trend on tiktok got my brain running SO, can I request a crazy!ex!Toji smut where he shows up banging at your door in the middle of the night after he arrived home from work only to see your things gone. He tracked you down fast and starts banging at the door to let him in or he’ll break it. His s/o a little bit softer so she’s scared and let’s him in. A little bit of dark content like dub con but if your uncomfortable writing that, making it consensual is good too! Whatever you’re comfortable with :) oh and can Ren write this one ? Thank you + love all your work!!

ANON. THANK YOU.

This trend has had me in a chokehold for the past week, and i was literally just thinking about writing something inspired by it, Toji is perfect for it n i can totally see it LMAO hope you enjoy <3

- Ren

tw: psycho ex! Toji, dub con, slight hints of voice kink, toxic relationship (ofc), few pet names, size kink if you squint, one instance of degrading, rough sex against the wall, he’s just possessive and hot tbh

NSFW 18+

wc: 1k

p.s.

please ignore small typos *if you do happen to find any*,

i wrote this impulsively at 4AM - spare me lol

You’ve finally had enough, enough of Toji failing to treat you good like he promised he would. On top of that , he's been barely spending time with you in the past weeks and you started to get suspicious.

Your suspicions were very obviously cleared when he was at work and while cleaning you stumbled across some panties that were not your size, and definitely not your taste.

You packed your stuff immediately, grabbing the keys to your old apartment and leaving without another word, you didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of an explanation.

After all, he didn't deserve it.

However, you did realise that might be a slightly bad decision, knowing him and his psychotic behaviour he'd eventually find a way to track you down, but you told yourself that would take a while so you didn't worry too much.

Nevertheless, you blocked his number and went ahead with the rest of the evening, pouring yourself some tea before getting into bed. It was painful of course, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel bad.

You still loved him with all your heart but his careless behaviour pushed you away from him, this was his consequence for being a lying asshole .

You overthink yourself to sleep, only to be woken up by the banging on your wooden front door.

You jump out of bed startled, tired eyes checking the time on your phone only to see it was 3AM, and its long past the time anyone should be banging on anyones door.

You slowly inch closer, checking in the peephole only to see Toji. Of fucking course.

You rolled your eyes, and turned your body back towards your bedroom, only to be scared half to death by the sound of his fist coming down on the door even louder than before.

" Y/N, open the fucking door " You hear his familiar deep voice yell out, slightly hoarse.

You look at him through the peephole again, he looked pissed off and desperate. But more than anything, he looked tired.

You rested your back against the door, hand over your mouth trying not to make any noise as you listened to his yells become more and more hectic with every punch landed on your door.

" Open the door Y/N - please let me explain - i don't wanna fight fuck! - please just listen to me-"

Your heart starts beating faster, the way his voice drags out into whines making the guilt fall down onto you all at once, maybe he did care.

You hesitated, holding yourself back from lowering your hand to the keys and twisting them.

You couldn't just go back now, your decision was already made.

" T-Toji, go away - it's over " You stutter on your words, and you sigh of relief once you hear silence outside the door.

You thought maybe he left, but you still stayed with your back glued to the door to make sure.

“ OPEN THE DAMN DOOR OR I’LL BREAK IT “

A sudden hard kick to it made your heart skip a beat, and you gave in, your shaky hand reaching and turning the lock and before you could even process anything, the door knob was already turned and the door opened.

You immediately get pinned to the wall, your hands resting forcefully above your head in Toji’s hold as you watch his dark eyes bore into yours,

“ It’s over ?” He chuckles, slowly lowering his face to yours under his lips are inches away from yours,

“ Don’t make me fucking laugh, Y/N”

His lips crash onto yours as you struggle, trying your best to push him off but his large body was in no way moving.

“ Get- off me - you fucking -aah- asshole “ You say between pants, letting out an unwanted moan while shutting your eyes when you feel his hand lower to your panties.

“ Try again, baby “

You gasp into his mouth once you hear the material breaking, his fingers soon making way inside your glistening cunt.

You hated it, hated the fact he still managed to make you soaking wet even in this situation. Your tongues danced together as you slowly began melting into his touch, watery doe eyes staring into his once he parts his lips from yours.

“ Toji~” You threw your head back, your stomach twisting and your lips parting , letting out sinful moans that only fuelled his ego more.

He spins you around, holding your hands behind your back roughly with one hand as he pushes your face into the wall.

You shiver when you feel his breath on the back of your neck, other hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants before lowering them.

“ You don’t get to leave me, sweetheart “ A low grunt leaves his lips once he lines up his cock with your entrence, gathering up the slickness between pushing it in without warning.

“ You’re - only mine”

You let out a gasp, your eyes rolling back once he bottoms out. You couldn’t think of anything but the way his large cock was stretching you out, abusive your cunt with every snap or his hips.

“ Fuck- fucking say it “ He lands a harsh blow to your ass as he continues fucking into you, bending you further down giving him the perfect angle to hit your spot.

You let out a loud moan, grateful he couldn’t see the fucked out expression on your face right now.

“ ‘M yours Toji, please - can i- CUM please”

Your desperate begs and the sound of his balls hitting your ass roughly with every thrust echos through the apartment, your legs shaking underneath him.

“ Be a good whore - shit - and cum for me”

He groans into your ear, his dick twitching inside you at the way you tighten down on him as you let go , your head thrown back with chants of his names and curses leaving your lips.

He mutters your name under his breath, his pace slowing down before you feel yourself getting filled with his cum.

You feel it running down your thigh as he gives a few more rough strokes between pants, making sure he pushed it back into you.

He pulls out of you, holding the weight of his tired body against the wall as you slide down, shaky legs kneeling down and meeting the floor.

You pant, your hair messily falling over your face as you slowly turn around and look up at him grinning at you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He’s a whole red flag.

Too bad your favourite colour just so happens to be red.

[malleux]

idk if my request went through cuz my internet went weird just now-- but anyways, could I perhaps get a soft corpse x reader in which they're all playing among us and Rae or Sean invites (y/n), who none of them have every heard of, and she's just very shy but has an adorable childlike voice, and is an incredible imposter? Like she's just super convincing just like corpse, and can tug at the heartstrings with her voice? thank you!

spell. | corpse husband

part two ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Fandom: uhh youtubers? idk

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi it’s a long overdue corpse fic :) it’s not the absolute best and for that i’m super sorry i’ve just got to get in the groove of writing for him!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You were never one to enjoy the spotlight. Instead, you were often found in the background of things, just observing the extroverts who managed to get themselves in the middle of everything.

You had a nerve to admire them- their ability to just get out there and show their true selves, despite so many people watching their every move. Just the thought of it made you shudder. Yet you couldn’t help but also be rather envious of them.

Them, in question, being Sean McLoughlin.

You weren’t quite sure how you became associated with Jacksepticeye himself, choosing to focus on the present and future with your friend rather than dwelling on your past. He was just Sean, your internet friend. And also Jacksepticeye- a famous youtuber with millions of followers.

Sean was who you aspired to be in life. Outgoing, happy, out there, everything positive in life that Sean had, you wanted.

He’d confided in you often about how nervous he’d get before streams or videos, fearing that he’d say the wrong thing or upset his fans, but he still put on a brave face and went out into the chaos. That’s what you admired. His ability to conquer those anxieties.

You wished you could do that. You were simply too nervous.

Which is why when Sean facetimed you one night- morning, actually, seeing as it was 3am in California, where you were- asking you to join a game of Among Us for one of his videos, you adamantly refused.

“Why? Please, Y/N, we need one more person.” Sean begged, “It’ll be me, you, Felix, Ethan, Corpse, Julien, PJ, and Dave. Not everyone’s playing today, it’s a smaller crowd.”

“But it’s still a lot.” You groaned, “I don’t even know them. I just know you.”

“They’re nice! You literally watch their videos.” He argued back.

“That’s the point, Sean! They’re famous, I’d just be some random chick in the game that everyone asks where the fuck she came from.”

“No, you’ll be the girl that everyone adores. Now get on, we’re playing in ten.”

You sighed as the phone hung up and turned on your computer. A Discord invite was waiting for you- Sean must have invited you for you to talk to everyone as you played. You accepted with shaky fingers and put your headphones on, pulling up Among Us and typing in the game code.

“Hello everyone- wait, who’s pink?”

“She’s a good friend of mine,” Sean explained to Felix, “Say hi Y/N. We’re streaming live right now.”

“Hello,” You couldn’t help the meek tone in your voice, smiling shyly as if you were actually on camera. “Wait, you’re streaming? Sean, I thought you said it was a recording for a video.”

“I, well. It’s a video all right.”

The group laughed, but you stayed silent, fixating your attention on a lower voice that chimed in at the end.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Corpse.”

“The King of Imposters.” PJ joked, making Corpse laugh.

You giggled a bit, “Hi…”

Felix gasped. “Corpse, her voice is like, the total opposite from yours. Her’s is so cute.”

Corpse laughed as well. “Agreed. I like it.”

As the game loaded, your heart practically dropped.

Imposter.

As if your nerves weren’t bad enough as they were. But, on the bright side, you were with Sean as the other imposter. At least it was someone you knew.

You both split up, you heading towards Electrical. Corpse and Felix were close behind you, Felix following you into the room while Corpse left. You pretended to do your task for a minute before moving to your left a minute and killing Felix.

You rushed out of the room and then headed to Navigations, making sure to avoid anybody who could have seen you leave Electrical. A few moments later, a body was reported.

“Where was it?” Sean asked Julien, the reporter.

“Electrical.”

“I saw Y/N go in there with him at the beginning of the game.” Corpse joined in, “I saw them as I was going to the Reactor.”

“I was in Electrical with him,” You admitted, still acting a bit shy. What could you say, deep voices and new people made you nervous. “But after that I left and went to do my task in Navigation. Felix was still alive and there when I left.”

“Did you pass anyone sus on the way there?” Sean asked.

“No, if they came in after I did it must’ve either been from the other way or after I was already in Electrical.” You started picking at your nail polish- a habit of yours when things got a little overwhelming.

“So you’re saying that it could’ve been from the direction Corpse was in?” You could hear the smirk in Sean’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Why are you so quick to throw me under the bus? I’m just a crewmate.” Corpse questioned, “You’re pretty sus if you ask me.”

Sean scoffed, “I’m just inferring that the culprit came from your direction. Never in my words did I say it was you. Sounds like you’re getting a little too defensive for someone who’s ‘just a crew mate’.”

“Uh, guys,” You quietly spoke up. You didn’t expect anyone to hear you, but Corpse and Sean immediately quieted down at your voice. “I hate to interrupt, but we’ve got to vote. I don’t want us to argue…”

Sean laughed. “Oh little Y/N, you’re too sweet. I’m skipping this round.”

As you voted to skip as well, your stomach clenched when you heard Corpse quietly repeat “Little Y/N”.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

“It’s Y/N, I’m fucking telling you! Y/N!” Julien was practically screaming at this point. You tried to stay calm, focusing on keeping your voice steady.

The group had been calling you cute and adorable practically all night, so you were seriously about to put that to use.

“I was in Medbay with Corpse, isn’t that right, Corpse?” Your tone was sweet and slightly flirty- hopefully he’d get the hint.

Corpse hesitated for a millisecond- long enough for your breath to catch, but short enough for nobody else to notice. “Yeah, she was with me.”

“She was with you after she vented there!” Julien cried, “I can’t believe this- she killed Ethan and vented away right as I went into the room! You all are fucking nuts if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t even know how to vent…” You murmured innocently, but in reality you were smirking. Julien was definitely telling the truth, and you were internally beating yourself up for letting yourself be so reckless after a kill, but nobody was seemingly buying his story.

There was only you, Corpse, Julien, Dave, and PJ left. Sean was voted off after fucking up his alibi, leaving you alone with the rest of the group.

Corpse sighed. “You all heard the girl. She doesn’t even know how to vent.”

“Wh- she just fucking vented!” Julien exclaimed, “Corpse, man, she’s got you under some fucking magic spell if you can’t see all the evidence. Guys, back me up here.”

“She’s sus.” Dave admitted, “And Corpse defending her makes it even more sus.”

“The spell she tried on him obviously got the best of him. I say we vote Y/N.” PJ agreed.

“There’s no spell, guys, oh my God.” Corpse laughed, “I just don’t think it’s her. I’m skipping.”

“I can’t believe you guys don’t believe me!” You whined, deciding to go further with your emotional tactics, “I’m literally about to cry. It’s not me!”

And yet, despite your protests, Dave, PJ, and Julien all voted you out. Crewmates had won the game and you were giggling nearly like a maniac as everyone gushed about how you did as an Imposter.

A bit later, you had to say goodbye to your new friends and face the reality that their fans would definitely find who you were by tomorrow. Or like, in a few hours, because it was already 4am. Corpse was in California as well, wasn’t he? He should be getting some sleep too, you thought. But maybe sleep schedules were different for Youtubers. You didn’t know.

You pondered the thought for a moment before the notification sound for Discord alerted you of a new message on your phone.

Corpse:

Just letting you know, your voice definitely had me under a spell. I’d like to hear it more often

[futurewriter2000]

Honestly?

JANUARY

A/N: This was really difficult for me to write because it's really personal but I needed to get it out of the system and I hope you like it because it's about to get sort of like an emotional rollercoaster from here on. I really hope you like it.

XX

You woke up with a throbbing headache on the 1st of January. You don't remember much but the way that whiskey ran down your throat like chocolate. You barely walked into the kitchen, your heart racing and your chest barely taking any air inside.

"Three hours of sleep..." you mumbled to yourself. "Hangover..." you watched yourself slowly make coffee that later turned out to be more disgusting than anything you had ever drunk.

You leaned your head onto your arms on the counter and tried to take deep breaths. All you wanted was to sleep.

'--- James was watching you from the corner of his eye sip that third glass of whiskey. He has drunk only one because just like you, he was working the morning shift as well. He leaned to you and smiled: "You know we work together."

You quickly turned your head to him and smiled drunkly: "Lighten up, James. I'll be good as new tomorrow morning." ---'

Sure. Sure... Keep telling yourself that after five glasses of whiskey you'd be good as new the next morning.

You didn't do much with yourself but put clothes and a bit of mascara before you walked outside and saw James waiting in the car for you. You wobbled there and looked at him.

"Morning." he grinned.

"Morning." you said in a raspy, low voice.

"How are we feeling?" he continued with his cocky grin.

"Regretful." you replied and he laughed.

"I warned you."

"You did yes. Should have listened."

"How long did you stay?"

"Till 3am... almost 4am."

"YOU GOT LIKE TWO HOURS OF SLEEP?" he bulged his eyes out as he drove and suddenly the sunset started to rise low on the horizon. It was winter so and you practically never saw the sunrise so beautifully orange as you had seen this one.

"Yes but wow, James." you said as you pointed to the sunrise. "It's so gorgeous, innit?" you turned to him with a changed smile.

He continued to gaze into your eyes for a long time and then smiled. "Yeah. It is." he said before turning to the gas station. "I'm just going to get us some coffee, alright?" he winked.

"You're golden." you smiled and waited in the car for him yet again.

You leaned your head on your hand that supported itself on the window. You looked around the car for a while before you let your hands brush against the skin of it and let you wonder... something about this car...

---

The two of you were at work by now, both behind your own desk. He was sitting nicely, upright behind his and you were slouched over yours.

"You know..." you quickly got up and spun around to face him, since both of you had no work yet this early in the morning.

"Wow, that was fast." he smiled, looking up from the news paper.

"Thinking back on that sunrise, I remember me and my previous co-worker." you laughed, thinking back. "We were working night shift together and I was desperately in love with him but he didn't like me an ounce back."

"Ouch, that's rough."

"Yeah, I know. I was heartbroken but thinking back on that night." you dismissed the heartbreak just as easily because you had moved on from it a long time ago before you met James. "He came up to me and he made a plan to go to his place and then go smoke some joint up at the woods and watch a sunrise."

"Oh wow."

"Yeah and the funniest thing was that I did go with him and we did smoke some joint and we were high as hell up there but what we failed to realise was that it was cloudy and the sunrise we wanted to see didn't actually come."

James laughed as he listened to you. "But it's odd he didn't like you since he literally invited you to his place and let you watch a sunrise with him. Like what guy wouldn't like you?"

"I know right." you flipped your hair with your hand, clearly trying to be sassy but you didn't realise that the compliment was for something else.

"Yeah, so I was thinking about the conversation we had last time in the car and I totally understand that you don't want to date your brother's friends and all."

"Yes, plus the fact that I just got over that sunrise guy and want to be single."

"I want to be single as well."

"Exactly!" the two of you started to talk over one another. "Enjoy life while I'm young. Mess up, flirt with people and all." you looked at him and he was already watching- the forever lasting gaze that you realised became a natural habit for the two of you.

He looked away.

"I can never keep a long eye-contact."

"How come?"

"I don't know. It get's awkward."

You smiled brightly. "Well, let's practice, shan't we?"

"Ah, yes. We shan." he replied and you giggled.

You looked into his eyes and he deeply looked at yours. He started to smile first and you did the same but after a long while of wanting to laugh and move away, you started to notice the little green in his brown eyes and the roundness of his eyes. They seemed to shimmer and you could feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You felt the heat in your body that could ban this whole freezing winter and your lungs started to lack the air in them. Even if you were watching his eyes, his hair that was sticking up seemed to suit the colour of his eyes and the thickness of his dark eyebrows. You felt as if something lit on fire in the room between the two of you but the exhausted state you were in made your eyes to burn, so to not lose this gaze, you winked at him.

"Oh, my god!" he laughed and turned away, turning bright red. "Why would you do that?"

"Because you're really pretty." you continued to flirt and he continued to get a brighter red colour.

"And my eyes started to water from the lack of sleep, so I needed to win this."

But he was argumentitive and competitive so you went the second round without winking and you couldn't hold on the tears that were about to run down your face due to the sharp sting air caused.

As he saw the tears fall down your eyes he started to laugh again. "Okay, you win but only because I see you torturing yourself."

You laughed as well and wiped the tears away with tissues, your stomach still twisted from the first round, you turned around and watched him.

The tension built up again, stronger than ever and you didn't know why all of this was happening, you just knew that you were staring at his plump lips. You had never experienced this kind of lust before but you had told him you had a rule- to not date any of your brother's friends and suddenly that was what came out of your mouth.

"I know." he looked at you a bit shocked. "You said that already." he smiled but he saw where your gaze was directed at.

"But even if- we ever had something." you said as you bit your lower lip and it was his turn to change his eyes in seductive gaze.

"Yeah?" he lowered the tone of his voice, now watching your lips as you watched his.

"Isn't your mum and dad really strict?" you said almost without a breath as the tension started to grow in you.

"So?"

"So would they be okay if you dated a girl that's not their belief or their status?"

"I'd be the one with her, not them." he looked up into your eyes and so did you. It felt like explosion that met in the middle of your eye contact. Now you knew you wanted to kiss him and kiss him so badly- to feel his arms around your waist, his lips on yours. He seemed to be the most attractive man to have ever walked the Earth at this very moment. Lust was overflooding you. You could barely control yourself and you felt as if he was barely holding back himself as well.

"Good morning." became a distant voice that broke the situation into broken pieces and both of you looked up at the person who had just interrupted the two of you.

It was one of the Ministry workers and so the two of you went back to work.

---

The whole car ride was filled with the same tension. The two of you had your conversation with each other but somehow it always came to the gaze.

The way he lowered his eyelids, despite the fact that his eyes were bigger than yours and he gazed into you as if he was about to open a secret door to your soul. You did the same to him, driving him mad with the way you bit your lower lip and the way your eyes lustfully looked at his.

There was so much chemistry between the two of you that you could feel your legs shake on that car seat and he continued to tense his arms on the wheel. He knew now you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

God, if he was daring enough, he'd risk it all but he wasn't sure yet and so he only dropped you at your home and drove away.

You came home with food in your hands, hungry but unable to eat. You dropped the food on the table and started walking around the house nervously.

"What was that?" you took a hold of your head as your legs started to shake and so did your lower sex parts. "Stop that!" you looked down and sat down as well.

----

January was coming to an end and for you it was a bit troubling since you haven't been coping well with the lack of sleep that has been haunting you for the whole month. You were exhausted but somehow you just couldn't sleep no matter how you tried and every day made you think of all the worst possibilities.

Something was wrong with you and you had no idea what. You just knew that you couldn't sleep, your head was always throbbing and your heart always trying to beat out from your chest.

You were ending your shift with one of your favorite new co-workers. She was older and the two of you had fun just as you had with the rest of your co-workers. The other two came into the office and it was your replacement, Ana. You greeted her with a sweet smile and just as you did with the rest of them until James walked through that door.

He wore a black trainer and a white T-shirt and God, did he smell like he just walked out of a parfume store. There was this raging, bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach as you thought about Ana working with James.

Wait? Were you jealous? Over James?!

You shook your head and smiled though you could feel your anxiety cloud your vision. You picked up your things and just started to leave but before you did, you turned to James and asked him about the key.

"So Remus is working in the morning, does he come to pick it up or do I or-"

"I'll bring it, no worries." he smiled and you smiled back.

"Oh, great!" you said too loudly and just left.

The whole walk home you kept thinking about them. What are they talking about? What if he gives her a ride home and they start dating or something? What if they are laughing right now at this very moment? What if they're flirting?!

Your thoughts were racing up and down your head. You couldn't be still even when you laid down on your bed, you got back up and started fidgeting with your fingers. You walked up and down your room.

You had never been like this over a guy, let alone James Potter. You didn't even like him but there was this throbbing jealousy in you that didn't leave you alone. You wanted to have his attention and only you. He likes you, doesn't he? And now he's with that Ana girl, who's not even that pretty?!- you started to get vicious and everything inside of you was just on high adrenaline.

It wasn't until you showered and sat down to bed when Remus asked you to get the key from James because he's going to sleep early and you did. You put on mascara, a hat and the big jacket and ran outside. You sat into the car, he gave you the key and still you decided to go for a drive somewhere to eat.

You were so excited and you couldn't believe yourself the amount of excitement this boy brought just by being here next to you. The two of you talked and the two of you ate and he was being real smooth with his moves and words.

"You know if it's too close to the window, you can just put the seat back."

"Oh, I know but I'm fine."

"Don't be shy." he winked and bent down to your seat to pull the lever and suddenly you slid back with your seat.

"Oh, ok." you said a bit surprised. Your eyes met his and you knew at that very moment, you wanted to kiss him. "How about we go somewhere for a walk?" you asked and he beamed right back.

"I'm all for it." he said. "There's this camp somewhere near that we could go to."

"Oh, I love this camp."

----

You walked out of the car and the first thing you did was look at the sky that was such a lovely dark blue colour. "Wow." you smiled at him and he smiled right back but just before you closed the door, you took the trash that was left from food. "Wait- we can throw this in the trash." you said and walked by him.

He was shaking next to you- not clearly dressed for the freezing winter that washed over the empty camp but you had to admit that it was so beautiful out here. The two of you searched for the trash bins but they were nowhere to be seen.

"How is there not one trash bin in sight!" you laughed and he laughed with you.

"Why don't we just leave it here?" he said as he saw a rock and put the trash right beside it. "Wait?" he said as he looked at the rock a bit clearer and saw it covered with a blanket or something. "Is this? The trash bin?" he looked at you and the both of you started laughing all of a sudden.

"We've searched the whole camp to have it right in front of our nose." you pointed out and both of you laughed. "Come on, let's go back soon."

"Why so soon?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You're shaking, James!" you said as you saw him shiver.

"I don't mind it."

"Well- fuck!" you were interrupted by the ice that you just walked on and almost slipped but he caught you with his arm and you regained your balance pretty quickly.

At this point, there was a starry night and you slipped right into his arms- how fairytale could this moment get?

"Do you want to hold my hand in case you slip again?" he asked as he opened his palm.

Oh... so it can get more magical than this.

"Of course but just so you know, if I go down, you go down with me." you winked and he let out a laugh.

"I wouldn't mind that at all." he kept looking at you from a corner of his eyes. He had this gaze that just pierced right into you and to every corner of your body. It sent electricity through your body; up and down your spine. Your heart was racing and at the same time it was sinking into the depths of your stomach. God, it was more exciting than the books and movies could ever describe it- this feeling of the moment.

You knew the two of you would kiss tonight. You knew this would be the day you get your first kiss- your very first kiss and that it cannot be with the most perfect guy but the fear of not being able to kiss properly gave you so much anxiety.

What if you suck at kissing? Do you just put your tongue in? Or what?

It was all you kept thinking so before he could lean in you averted your gaze into the stars and pointed at them. "They are so beautiful." you said even though you didn't have your glasses on and all you saw were sports in a dark sky.

"Can you see the Big Dipper?" he pulled you close and pointed up at the sky.

"Where?" you asked, squeezing your eyes at the sky.

He pulled you even closer until you felt his warm breath on your neck. "There." he said in a low whisper and at this point you didn't even try to look for the constellation. You didn't see anything anymore, you just wanted him and yourself together.

He led you to a bench and the both of you sat down. He was shaking so hard that you started to get a bit worried.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave?" you asked and he shook his head.

"Nope. You just squeeze in tighter and I'll be fine." he smiled sweetly and you did as he said- even more daring you put your leg over his because it felt so natural.

With him by your side... everything felt so calm and exciting at the same time. Even the silence that had a moment to itself, was comforting, knowing you were sharing this beautiful moment with him. It was something in the idea of sharing this with somebody so perfect. It sounded awfully too perfect but you didn't want to ruin it, not even for a moment.

You had your head on his shoulder and your hands and legs intertwined. You didn't want anything to ruin this moment but then you looked up at him and he was already gazing back- gazing; with those dark brown eyes looking down on your lips caused you to feel your heart burn in your chest. Was your heart about to leave a burning mark on your chest? Will this excitement ever end?

He kept watching you with those eyes that wanted to kiss you already but instead you buried your head in the crook of his neck and giggled awkwardly.

"I have something to tell you." you looked up at him, your cheeks burning in this cold winter.

"What?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I had never- I mean... I never really kissed anybody and if we do... kiss then... that'd be my- uhm... first kiss." you stammered out and he shook his head a bit from shock before he processed.

"Oh!" was all that was replied to you for a small moment of time before he stared at the shimmering lake and awkwardly stammered out. "You don't have to be nervous about it." he said almost as if he was explaining instructions to you. He was so nerdy at times that it just made you giggle.

"Yeah..." was all you said before you gave him just the same eyes as he gave you before.

The silence entered the space between the two of you. The moment was here- finally and all you did was look into his eyes then down into his lips.

He did just the same and the tension between the two of you grew so strong that it seemed to never end. As awaited this moment was, it seemed to never be over and you started to get impatient.

The two of you were nose to nose with one another and he still hasn't leaned in. You hand naturally put itself on his cheek and brushed its thumb against his growing stubble but still, he hasn't leaned in.

"Just kiss me already." you finally broke the silence.

"Oh." was all he said before he leaned in and kissed you.

And it wasn't fireworks between the two of you. It wasn't a wow moment you had awaited- it was a bit odd. You felt your hat fall down your head as he pulled you in. You felt his tongue and maybe it was because you had never kissed anybody that it felt new and odd but the more you kissed the more you seemed to enjoy it.

It was new. It was odd. It was something you haven't experienced before and you weren't sure if you were satisfied with it or not but you kept biting your lips because they wouldn't stop tingling. He kissed you again when the two of you were in the car, trying it a second time but there were still no fireworks and you continued to be a bit disappointed.

You didn't know whether it was you or whether it was just because you weren't in love with him that was the problem but one thing was sure- the ride back home seemed to awoken something inside of you. You couldn't stop looking at him or his lips and for one more thing... you couldn't stop smiling.

The both of you were smiling like two fools and if somebody saw you at the moment, they knew the two of you did something right before then.

But all that kept going through your head was that you had your first kiss. You had your first kiss and it was perfect. Odd but perfect. Despite everything you were feeling before, you knew one thing- you wanted to kiss him again and so you did. This kiss seemed to be more fiery than the first two ones. His hand slipped under your shirt and he touched your bare skin on your hips. He deepened the kiss as he did so and you could feel yourself gasping for air- not because of the kissing but because his touch did something to you as well. It excited you even more and you didn't want to leave that car. No, you wanted to stay and kiss him and touch him and press him closer to you but you were already late and you had to leave.

"James-" you barely breathed out and he did the same.

"Yeah?"

"I gotta go." your breath was shallow.

"Okay." he said and the two of you kissed again and this time the two of you were pressed even closer together. He didn't want to leave you and you didn't want to leave him either. The chemistry seemed to pull you so close that all you wanted was to feel his warmth in every single inch of your body he could manage. "I'm- uh... sorry my hand there... uh..." he stammered as he slowly pulled away his hand from your hips.

"Don't worry about it." you smiled before giving him a peck and jumping out of the car.

---

You closed the door behind you, you brought Remus food that was probably ice cold by now since your little road trip with James and you ran out of his room.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Remus shouted after you.

"Am- shower!" you shouted from your room.

"Come here!" he shouted back and you did.

You tried not to smile- God you tried not to smile but you couldn't help yourself and you couldn't help to bite that tingling feeling on your lips.

Remus gasped and pointed at you. "YOU MADE OUT WITH JAMES!"

"No, I did not!" you denied.

"Don't lie! You're red around the lips! YOU MADE OUT WITH HIM! OH MY GOD! MY LIL SISTER AND - OH MY GOD!" he shouted even louder. "MY BEST FRIEND AND MY LIL- OH MERLIN IN WHATEVER WIZARD HEAVEN YOU ARE-" he started to panic. "Don't worry, (y/n). He's a good guy. He's hardworking and ambitious and good guy."

"What the hell are you on about Remus? No need to make it weird." you rolled your eyes.

"I NEED TO CALL SIRIUS!"

"NO!"

"I NEED TO!"

"NO!"

But he did anyway and Sirius who had just apparated in Remus' room was standing there with his jaw on the floor. He didn't say a single word, he just stood there like a statue. "I need a cigarette."

"Fuck mate. I need two." Remus added and they both left the room.

[kira-fluff]

Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

- 

Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol