#twinkle photobooth

[hananoami]

AR Snapshot: New Feature

■ Twinkle Photobooth is now providing AR Snapshot service!

From now on, you have full control over choosing couple poses, adjusting lighting angles, and selecting background sceneries during photo shooting.

📸 AR Shooting

Recommend outfits and accessories to him, adjust the lighting angles to perfection, and take him to your favorite spots to capture cherished moments together!

📸 AR Couple-Shooting

Recommend poses to him, and strike matching poses together.

You can also apply glam-up filters during photo shooting. Take creative and unique photos with him to capture the moment!

📸 Other Features

Time-lapse Shooting, Position Changing, Camera Switching and Background Switching... There are more features to facilitate your photo-shooting with him.

Complete Main Story 2-15 to unlock the AR Snapshot.

Please refer to the attached images for a detailed introduction of AR Snapshot.

Capture romantic moments with him in front of the camera!

Go to Twinkle Photobooth with him after 5:00 A.M. on Apr. 3rd (server time)!

[indouloureux]

Omg imagine going in a Photobooth with Joseph 😫He would be sooo sweet. Can ya write a blurb about it love? That would be amazing. Thank you so much <3

I LOVE PHOTOBOOTHS JSJSJSJS (and ily too 🫶)

your hand on his is tight and urgent, hauling him from the suffocating crowd. joseph laughs loudly behind you, just a smidge of nervousness in the cadence of his laugh, but holds your hand with just as much fervor.

"slow down," he tells you. you don't. "i think i just stepped on something— op, it's someone's phone. keep going."

and you do, lightly pushing the ignorant people out of the way, until your eyes catch sight of the tall box beside the sidewalk, a curtain as its door with a square dispenser right beside it. you stop in front of the booth, joseph unaware of your pause that he accidentally bumps into your back, but grabs your shoulders and steadies the both of you.

"look, jo," you point lowly. "it's a photobooth!"

"yeah, honey, i could see that," he puts his hand on your back. "let's get in, yeah? people are running with food in their hands. i don't want them to mess up your shirt."

you look at his shirt, the black sabbath logo staring back at you, telling you that joseph had stolen him from its rightful owners. then you look back at him and smile. "your shirt's nice. i hope they don't ruin yours."

joseph says nothing, but offers you the same look with much more softness before he's leading you inside the booth, ducking in so he can fit through the entrance and sit down on the metal bench beside you; arms squeezed together that his hand's holding yours again.

you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, staring at the screen above the camera and seeing both you and joseph, sweaty and clothes wrinkled, nevertheless happy being with each other.

he runs a hand through his curls, fixing it before he's tugging on both your shirts. "okay, so how many pics do we have?"

"we have to pay first."

he blinks, before he jumps and searches on his pocket. "right!"

after he pays, you tell him you have six pictures. the excitement on his expression is obvious,; a pure, cherubic glow, eyes twinkling like the festival lights outside.

at the first one, you both settle with a simple, mimicked smile, cheeks right next to each other, dimples deep and creased. you don't look directly at the camera, rather at yourselves at the screen up above and wonder how cute it is to do this — spending your still young adult years in foolish love, keeping it in a paid but worth it series of photographs.

the second, joseph places his thumb and four fingers on either side of your cheek, wrinkling his nose and you find yourself placing them in the same place on his face, and you wait three seconds.

third, he makes a face — tongue poking out between his lips and grazing his teeth, though his nose is scrunched. you try to do a funny one, one that makes you look ridiculous but pretty all the same because still, you'd prefer looking nice on a permanent photo.

and maybe in the fourth he kisses your cheek, the next vice versa, and the sixth he grabs your face into his hands and kisses you, tilting your head to the side to push himself deeper, a hand coming down to squeeze your waist to open your mouth just a little bit wider so he could slip his tongue in.

your ears hear something about the photo being done but he's still making out with you inside the booth, soft clicking emitting at every open mouthed kiss he does. your hand comes up to tug on his hair, pulling gently to stop him before you find yourself on his lap and soon, probably an audio only sex for the people outside.

"joe," your puffy lips whisper his name in the muffled noise. "we gotta take the picture before some random person takes it."

he steals one last kiss, nodding against you that his nose tickles your cheek. "okay. okay lets go— watch your head, honey."

joseph places a hand on top of your head even though you're far from hitting the entrance. you push the curtains aside and immediately jolt to where your pictures lay waiting for your approval. he stands behind you, hands on your shoulders and peaking above your head to take a look.

"oh, look at us!" you point at your pictures, admiring the vintage-like image that adorns you both in the sweet moment. "we look so cute."

"you look so cute," he points at the third pic. "this is gonna be for keeps. never losing this one," he kisses your temple, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you keep the collage into your bag.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[littledrummeraussie]

someone who feels like home.

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warnings: actress!fem!reader. nonfamous!Ashton. a premier. a photobooth. kisses shared. a love confession.

word count: 4550

author’s note: This was written as part of the @5sos-writing-week - I really wanted to participate and be a part of something! Originally this was meant to be posted on the first day’s non!famous au, but it ended on a love confession note, so we are going with that! ❤️ I don’t think this is my best piece, but I love the characters and the story, and I did enjoy writing this a lot.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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“Hey, car will be here in ten,” Ashton’s head popped into the room, eyes going wide as he finally registered you. “Wow, look at you!”

You let out a little giggle at his reaction, but otherwise stayed in one place as your stylist did the finishing touches on your dress. Ashton slipped into the room, still not being able to take his eyes off of you, and you hoped he didn’t catch you biting your lip as you watched him too.

“Well, you clean up nicely too,” you made a cheeky comment, and he laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck. And he did – the fitted black pants, the matching vest and the slick tie paired with a white dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows gave him a well-dressed, but still casual look, something you knew everyone would notice at the premier. Your eyes lingered on the blood moon tattoos inked into his skin, the rings on his fingers, the chain clipped into his belt loop, and you felt your heart skip a beat knowing that he was your date – even if just for tonight.

“Who did you bribe to let you wear this dress?” he cocked an eyebrow, looking you up and down to take it all in.

“Versace. They were begging me to wear it,” you joked, making Ashton smile as well. “Do we have time to take pictures?”

“Even if we didn’t I would still do it, because you, my beautiful, need to be documented in this dress,” he reached for the camera on the coffee table, quickly checking the settings before nodding at you. “Alright, do your worst, Y/L/N.”

You made sure to stick your tongue out at him as you struck a pose, the both of you giggling like kids as he started taking pictures of you, going from silly to smiley then serious, showing off your long red dress, the shoulders falling off and over your arms, the slit in the skirt giving a nice view at your legs and the white heels you were wearing. It felt like a bold choice, but you fell in love with the colour and the design, and you secretly liked how it made you look something like a princess, even if you would never tell that to Ashton; he would never let you live that down.

“Okay, now a selfie,” he reached for his phone, stepping next to you to fit both of you into the frame. “The first of the many mandatory ones from tonight.”

“You’re lucky you’re taking really good pictures,” you poked him playfully before letting him slide his arm around you, pulling you close. “At least I have good use of you, other than being my arm candy for the night.”

“You’re hurting my feelings,” Ashton pouted at you, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m your one-man cheer team, and you’re using me only for my good looks.”

“And to scare away creepy guys, don’t forget that,” you winked at him, a slight flirt lacing your voice. Ash scoffed at you with another little laugh, already trying to come up with another comment when your PA knocked on the door, letting you know that the car had arrived and it was waiting for you.

“Shall we, my lady?” he offered his arm to you, and you accepted it gratefully, all the while trying to will the butterflies in your stomach to calm down.

“It would be my pleasure, kind sir.”

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The car ride to the premier was a good 20 minutes, during which time Ashton and your PA talked your ears off with the craziest of ideas on how to approach the elephant in the room in case people started to point it out. The metaphorical elephant, who was currently sitting right next to you, making up funny scenarios of his own being.

Because really: who was Ashton to you?

You often wondered and asked the question from yourself. The answer changed from time to time: a photographer. Someone from your management. An annoying little shit. A second PA. A friend who’s been there for you from day one. All those things were true, and yet, none of them sounded as real as the truth: because Ashton was your best friend, whom you had a crush on.

It wasn’t something you felt the first time you met him; no, it was something recent, something you realized one night when he was sitting next to you on the couch just after wrapping your latest movie, talking about his newest musical obsession. What started out as a work relationship turned into so much more: and while he was still part of your team you quickly became close friends – it was hard to remember a time when Ashton wasn’t part of your life. That’s why it wasn’t even a question for you to invite him as your plus one to the premier of the movie you previously worked on. He’s been there every step of the way, and you wanted to show him how much you appreciate his efforts and friendship after everything you’ve been through while filming Fade Into The Ocean.

“Hey, Y/N, are you with me?”

“Sure, yeah! Sorry,” you quickly shook your head, smiling back at Ashton. “Just lost in thoughts, that’s all.”

“Are you nervous about the premier?” he reached for your hand, squeezing it gently, and you wanted to melt into him, tell him all the things running through your mind, all the feelings you’ve been trying to put into words in the last few months. “You know you don’t have to be. People are really excited about the movie. They’re gonna love it!”

“I’m more scared about you stealing the spotlight from me,” you tried to sound flirty, and maybe you did succeed a little, because Ashton scoffed softly, squeezing your hand again.

“Sounds impossible.”

You knew you were close when you started seeing people everywhere on the streets, many looking after your car, trying to see who was arriving. Your PA started to do the necessary rounds once the car was parked, all the while you got out of the backseat with Ashton’s help. Before you knew it he was already checking your dress for wrinkles, making sure no hair was out of place and that your makeup was not smudged.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you caught his hand to stop him fussing over you. “You’re my date tonight, remember?”

“And as your date I want only the best for you,” Ashton ran his fingers over a lock of hair, still smiling at you. “And for people to look at the real star of this show, not silly little me.”

“Well, I like looking at you,” you reached for his tie, fixing it so it wasn’t crooked. “And I’m grateful you came along with me. You don’t know how much that means after…” your voice turned quiet.

Ashton didn’t say anything, he simply pulled you against his chest, hugging you as much as he could. For a moment it felt like there was only the two of you, that you could breathe easier; that if you were able to somehow keep Ashton in your life then nothing could go wrong.

The moment was interrupted by your PA, who let you know that everything was ready for your big entrance. Ashton took another second to let you go, but not before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering encouragements and a promise that he’ll be by your side all through the night. You nodded, accepting the arm he offered to you once again, then the both of you made your way towards the red carpet, joining the people waiting for the premier.

For a while you forgot about everything – it was just you and the people you worked with on the movie, the photographers and the reporters, and the many fans, all of them wanting to catch a glimpse at their favourites. Ashton stepped back to let you have your moment, falling behind as you were photographed, and you needed to fight the urge to turn back to him. You smiled as you posed with your co-star, yet you wished you could have Ashton right back next to you; there was something different in the way you felt when he was pressed against your side just a few minutes ago, leading you out onto the red carpet and appearing as your date for the night. He was flashing a flirty smile towards the people around you, and you could see them swooning at his charm.

Someone asked if your date could join for another round of pictures, and this finally gave you the chance to look his way, his eyes sparkling as he followed you with his gaze. You beckoned him closer, reaching for him with your hand until he laced your fingers together, then sliding his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his side. You shared smiles and a few laughs as you posed for pictures, and in that moment you knew that you wanted all of this to be real; it wasn’t a public relationship for everyone to see, no. More than anything, you wanted to feel the happiness and the calmness that Ashton made you feel whenever he was around.

“Everything’s okay?” he tilted his head to the side, murmuring his question against your ear, raising an eyebrow when you looked up at him.

You laughed and nodded, like he was telling you a joke or a sneaky comment, and he squeezed your waist in return, letting you know that he was there, he was listening, if you needed him, he could take care of you, no matter what it was.

The two of you made your way down the carpet, finally arriving to the last of the reporters before you could go further into the theatre. That’s when you spotted it, a photobooth tucked into one corner of the hall, the promotional pictures of your movie decorating the outside. It wasn’t a coincidence: you did shoot some of the key scenes of the film in photobooths as they moved the story forward. Suddenly you felt like a little kid, tugging on Ashton’s hand to get his attention. A smile immediately took over his face when he saw it too.

“We gotta get our picture taken!” he was already leading you towards the booth. “It’s tradition!”

“Another addition to the collection,” you giggled, more excited about the photos than the premier itself.

“This one will be extra special,” Ashton smiled as he pulled back the curtain, quickly settling down on the bench and patting his knee. “Come on, guess that’s the only way we can fit in!”

It was something that started years ago, a silly little thing you did one afternoon while walking around Vancouver during a break in filming your first major role. You’ve always wanted to try how these machines worked, having seen them in so many films before, but unfortunately you had none in the small town you grew up in. Having a photo strip from one of those booths was something your younger self would have been so excited about, and older you definitely wanted to let her live the dream. You thought Ashton might find you crazy for this, but the moment you told him about it he grabbed your hand and even paid for the first round – the two of you had so much fun that you ended up taking a lot of photos that day.

After that it sorta became a tradition: whenever the two of you found a booth you squeezed into the tiny space to get another photo strip to your collection. You always made sure to get two copies so you could both hold onto the memories you had together.

You settled into Ashton’s lap, arms hugging his neck while the curtain fell back, hiding the two of you in the tiny space of the booth. Ashton pressed the button when you were ready, and the numbers started to go into a countdown before taking the first picture.

3… 2… 1…

The both of you smiled at the camera, a laugh tugging at the corner of your mouths, and you remembered the very first time you knew that you found a lifelong friend in him. You were meant to go on an audition after a quick meeting with him – he wanted to talk about a few things before sending you on your way with a cup of coffee he bought especially for you, and which he somehow poured all over your shirt. After the initial shock he started to apologize, only to find you laughing about the situation, trying to brush away the tears and catch your breath looking at his face. Ashton did go out and bought you a new shirt so you could go to your audition, and the next day he showed up at your door, your stained shirt washed and folded in his hands. Deep down you knew that finally you had  someone in your corner – someone who would do anything to make sure you were alright.

CLICK!

Ashton threw his hand up in a rock sign, sticking his tongue out at the camera, and you quickly copied him, feeling silly and so happy in your fancy dress, acting wild and free. It reminded you of all the times he dragged you into some kind of adventure in the strange cities you were working in, all the shenanigans the two of you did on your free days or while you were travelling. Without Ashton you wouldn’t have tried out half of the restaurants that were now your favourites. Without him you would have missed out on art exhibits and carnival rides and concerts of local bands.

You wouldn’t have gotten your first tattoo if it weren’t for Ashton and a bet of who could possibly fit more marshmallows into their mouths. He won; and he did choose a really pretty design for you, something to remember your trip to Japan where all of this happened. The single cherry blossom flower was definitely your favourite.

CLICK!

His eyes were searching you, smile softening as he looked at you, and you felt yourself smiling back at him. There was something familiar in that moment: you felt safe and calm with him there, a feeling that’s been your companion ever since that night a year ago. Suddenly you were back in the small apartment the two of you shared while filming Fade Into The Ocean, your eyes red as tears were streaming down your face, curling up in his lap on the floor as you cried all through the night, the breakup with your boyfriend which happened via phone making you feel like your heart was broken into tiny little pieces.

But Ashton was there, making sure you drank water and let it all out, soothingly stroking your back to help you calm down. You were scared to go out the next day, thinking that the public will just know how you broke down the night before, like it was written all over your face – instead Ashton reminded you that it was just another day, every day it will be a little easier and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself; you didn’t do anything wrong. He made sure you looked after yourself while working on your movie and dealing with your breakup, and every night you went to bed with a lighter heart, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world. Not if you had Ashton to help you to come out on top.

CLICK!

Maybe you shouldn’t have done it, but you couldn’t help yourself. Ashton never looked more beautiful than in that moment. And it wasn’t just his looks, no; it was him, the way he was there for you all through these years, how he put you first more times than you could count, how he picked you up and put you back together when you felt at your lowest. He was adventure and silent afternoons in a park, he was coffee dates and silly selfies and reading lines together at midnight. He was the best part of your team, but also your partner in crime, your best friend and the man you fell in love with through the years.

You always wanted someone who felt like home in this crazy and strange life you had – and as you were sitting there in his lap, looking at each other before the last picture was taken, you realized that nobody ever came close to being the person that Ashton was for you. In that moment you knew that you don’t want anyone else in this world, just him, only him. Because Ashton always felt like home to you.

His breath hitched as your lips pressed against his, but it didn’t even take a heartbeat for him to kiss you back, his arms around your waist tightening to hold you close to him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, like you were scared you would float away if you let go of him. You felt the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip–

CLICK!

The two of you pulled apart like teenagers who got caught, and you felt your cheeks heating up when you realized what just happened. Ashton looked surprised, lips parted as he looked at you almost unblinking, but you saw how his eyes darkened after your kiss. You were saved by a sound that meant that your photos were printed, and you quickly grabbed them, shoving them into your bag as you stood up, pulling back the curtain.

“I– think we should go. Movie is about to start.”

“Yeah… yeah, of course,” Ashton quickly shook his head, following you out of the booth and back into the sea of people, acting like you didn’t just share a moment that might change everything from now on.

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ETNews tweeted: @YourName looks stunning at the premier of her new movie ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ joined by best friend as her date. Read more at the link.

 You pushed your phone away, leaning back against the headboard of your bed. It was really late at night, or maybe really early in the morning, you couldn’t decide. The premier was long, and the afterparty even longer, full of impromptu speeches and a few more last minute interviews, everyone praising the movie. And yet, if you wanted to be honest with yourself, you couldn’t care less – because all you really cared about was the man who had already turned in for the night in the room next to yours.

All you could think about was Ashton and his arm around your waist on the red carpet, his words that kept you grounded, the press of his lips against yours as you kissed in the photobooth, hidden from prying eyes, and the way he held your hand all through the movie. He kept his promise and was by your side all through the night, but after what happened in the booth he turned a little quiet, and when his door closed after you arrived back to the hotel, you were sure you had screwed it all up. This was the moment when you needed him the most, to make sense of everything, to let you know if you crossed a line. But he only wished you goodnight before disappearing.

Now you were left alone with adrenaline rushing through your veins after the premier, and with your feelings which made it hard to sleep. Your beautiful red dress was laid out on the bed next to you, and you softly ran your fingers over the material. Something came over you, you weren’t sure what, but you reached for your bag and fished out the photo strips from the booth. Your eyes scanned the pictures, the smiles and silly faces, the laughter and the loving look you gave each other, and lastly, the kiss. There was no question in you that in that very moment, even if for just one second, he wanted it too.

You laid one of the pictures over your dress, picking up a few small gifts you got as part of the promotion, then snapped a picture of the ensemble. You made sure to not include the very last photo in it – sure, it was a post for your social media, but at the same time, something much more. You knew it could be a bold move, you knew Ashton will know what you have left out of your post, and deep down you hoped it would help the two of you start talking about what happened back there.

 yourname shared a post: What a wonderful night at the ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ premier! Thank you to everyone who came out to celebrate with us! Check out the movie if you can!

Special shout out to my best partner in crime @ashtonirwin for being my fun date tonight!

 Before you could chicken out you posted the picture, quickly disconnecting from the internet so you didn’t check if Ashton reacted to it or not. You were sure he was already asleep, it’s been more than an hour since you have parted ways in the hallway. Yet still, you were hoping that he understood what you really meant with your post.

You didn’t want to believe it first, but there was a soft knock a few minutes later. You picked up your robe as you crossed the suite, putting it on before opening the door – and there he was. Ashton was standing in front of you, wearing his black sweatpants, something he always wore as PJs. His hair was a mess of unruly curls, tan skin and the ink of his tattoos illuminated in the lamplight of the hallway and your room.

“Hey, uhm… can I come in?” he rubbed the back of his neck, a pink tint colouring his cheeks.

“Always,” you nodded, taking a step back to let him into the room. “Cannot sleep either?”

“No, not really,” Ashton chuckled, following you. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s that?”

“Can I maybe get my pictures? I think you grabbed both of them.”

“Of course, just… let me get them,” you nodded towards your bedroom, already turning around.

It kinda felt like defeat – like he’s gonna look at them and decide that the first three were fine, but maybe you should both forget about the last one and what it meant. Ashton didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it, and suddenly you wished he would leave so you could feel pity for yourself. But before you could take a step you felt his hand reaching for yours, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back a little.

“And maybe another goodnight kiss as well?” he cocked an eyebrow at you while softly biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly you needed to laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest, and you could see Ashton’s smile as well as he pulled you back and against his chest, hands cradling your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes as you kissed him back, and while you felt dizzy from the way his lips moved against yours, you also felt that calm, safe feeling settling in your heart, the one you always associated with Ashton. This is what home felt like. Being with him.

“Did you really think I’m not gonna bring this up?” he playfully nipped your lip when you finally pulled back, your cheeks heated from his question.

“I thought I went too far,” you whispered, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “We didn’t say much after it happened. I mean… I know I kinda ran away, but…”

“I understand. We were at the premier and that wasn’t the time and place where we could talk about this,” he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, still looking lovingly at you. “But don’t think for a second that I didn’t want to kiss you breathless all through the night. I just needed to, you know, keep myself in check. And I also thought you might have regretted it, and… I’m not sure I could have been able to take that. Not after feeling so much for you all through these years.”

“How long exactly?” you questioned him, and Ashton let out an embarrassed chuckle, knocking his forehead against yours, eyes shining and looking into your eyes.

“Maybe from the moment I met you. But definitely since I’ve poured coffee all over you and you just didn’t give a damn about it. It was so easy to fall in love with you. Cause you know: you were my best friend.”

“You stayed with me all through these years, even though I was seeing other people. Even though I was kissing guys on camera. Even though I only recently realized what you really mean to me,” you cupped Ashton’s jaw, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled again, making you giggle as well. “But it didn’t matter. I was lucky enough to spend most of my time with you, and if that would have been the only thing I got in the end, I still would have taken it, without a question.”

“I don’t want you to feel like that ever again,” you pressed small kisses onto his lips, mumbling words and confessions as he held you close. “Because I’m the lucky one, having a best friend like you. Someone who took care of me and who’s still doing it every day. Someone who’s just an absolutely wonderful human being, and there is really no one who compares to you, Ash. Gosh, I love you so much, and I’ve been trying to push away these feelings because I thought I’m gonna ruin us, but it was just so hard because all through these years you really just felt like–”

“Home?” Ashton finished for you, and you nodded, lost for words. “That’s what you’re making me feel too.”

“Wherever we went, you were always the person I looked for when I felt homesick or alone. You just make everything feel… okay. I would happily lose everything else as long as I have you.”

“Don’t go that far. I do love you being the wonderful actress that you are. I’m happy to cheer you on from the sideline,” Ashton kissed your forehead. “As long as I have you.”

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” you mumbled against his chest as you burrowed closer to him, and you felt him nodding above you. “And I don’t think I could fall asleep now.”

“So how about you give me my pictures and we climb into bed? I could kiss you some more while we figure this all out. And if we do fall asleep, well… we can continue tomorrow. And maybe find another photobooth to make some new memories. I would love to recreate the last picture of us. Many, many times.”

“I’ll make sure to kiss you again. And again. And again.”

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[winterromanov]

look up, the sky is gold / a nick x charlie fic

read on ao3 here

“Your mum’s been texting me.”

Charlie can just about make out Nick’s bemused expression over his shitty student halls wifi connection. “She’s been doing what?”

“I mean,” Charlie shifts his back so he’s positioned more comfortably against the frame of his bed. “She’s texted me before, about birthdays and stuff, but this is different.”

“What has she said?”

Charlie clears his throat, scrolling through his inbox. “Monday, just gone. Good morning Charlie. Sunshine emoji. I hope you have a lovely day. ”

Nick shakes his head, half-smiling. “Go on.”

“Tuesday. Hello Charlie. A picture of the beach. Visited here this morning and thought of you. Thursday. Good luck for your mock maths exam today. Calculator emoji.”

“Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing.” Even the pixelated screen can’t hide Nick’s flushed cheeks. “I swear, I don’t tell her everything about us or you, she just has a way of working things out. I can ask her to stop.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Charlie insists. “It’s nice.”

“I think it’s an empty nest thing - she pretends that she doesn’t mind, but she’s finding it hard, me not being at home anymore. Just don’t be scared if she pulls out the adoption papers.”

Sarah Nelson isn’t the only one, Charlie thinks, an all too familiar ache settling in his stomach. But seeing the way Nick’s eyes twinkle over Facetime when he laughs is better than not having him at all. It came so perilously close to that, their relationship teetering off the edge of a cliff.

He faintly hears someone calling out Nick’s name and the door of his dorm opening, murmurs about a social at the student’s union. “Sorry, Char. I’ve got to go or the others will leave without me.”

“No worries,” he says, “I’ll just message your mum instead.”

Nick bites his lip, shaking his head in resignation. “You know, that joke isn’t nearly as funny when it’s actually true.”

Charlie laughs, letting his gaze settle on his boyfriend for just a moment longer. “Have a good time. I love you.”

Nick’s smile is bright yet bittersweet. God, do straight people experience this intense fucking yearning 24/7, or is it just him? “I love you. Bye.”

When FaceTime closes, Charlie is still looking at Nick, adoring expression frozen in a photobooth picture from years ago.

-

The first time Charlie sees Sarah Nelson independent from Nick is in the park five days before he is due to visit Leeds for the first time.

He finds autumn difficult because he’s not so good with endings, changes. The way the autumn leaves curl and fall from the trees lining the path remind him of Nick, but what doesn’t, these days. There is both excitement and anxiety in his gait. God - he wants to see him, hold him, more than anything else in the world. But there is still that nagging sensation in the back of his skull - that intermittent thought of what if university Nick isn’t the same as high school Nick in, like, a bad way?

“Charlie!”

He blinks, hurtling out of his reverie. His eyes settle on the voice calling his name and he relaxes, shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat. “Hi.”

“You were lost in your own little world.” Sarah smiles, half fighting with Nellie’s lead as she desperately tries to launch herself at Charlie. “Oh my goodness, she’s missed you!”

It doesn’t take a moment for Charlie to fall to his knees, throwing his arms around the energetic collie. Nick’s best friend, other than him, of course. “I’ve missed you too, gorgeous girl.”

“I think she’s a bit lost, without you and Nick around. She’s been stuck with me.”

“I’m sure she’s happy to have you all to herself,” Charlie says, finally standing up. He rubs the patch on Nellie’s head between her ears, thinking of the moments where she’d lie quietly between him and Nick on his bed, perfectly content.

“Hm,” Sarah arches an eyebrow. “She certainly is happy to have seemingly unlimited access to the treat cupboard when I’m at work. She doesn’t have Nick to keep her in line, you see. I’m no good with the discipline.” A pause. “You could walk her, if you like. No commitment of course. You and Nick used to take her on some lovely long routes, and I just don’t have the time, as much as I want to.”

They took her to the beach, once, last summer. Nellie sat beneath their feet on the train and spent the afternoon running between the waves, sand on her nose and salt in her fur.

He swallows hard. “She might not want me to, if Nick’s not there.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Sarah reaches out, squeezing him tenderly on the arm. It’s kind of funny, actually, that his own mum never really does that. “She loves the both of you.”

Sarah’s warm expression makes him smile, makes him think that she’s probably not lying. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

“Excellent!” Sarah tugs on Nellie’s lead. “Just text me when you are free and we can sort something out.”

“Great. Thanks.” Charlie nods in the opposite direction of the park. “I’ll…see you?”

“Absolutely. See you later, my darling.”

There is slightly less anxiety in his gait on his way out.

-

charlie_spr1 posted a story: long walks with miss nellie [dog emoji]

nick_nzzzz replied: First you steal my mum, now you’re stealing my dog??!!!

charlie_spr1 replied: your dog? im sorry she is quite clearly my dog now

nick_nzzzz replied: [crying emojis] Honestly, I’m away from home for less than a month and you are already replacing me

charlie_spr1 replied: its okay, i promise not to steal ur boyfriend as well

nick_nzzzz replied: You better not

He is coming to visit in two days time

Might be quite awkward otherwise

[heart emojis]

charlie_spr1 replied: can he bring your mum along as well?

nick_nzzzz replied: OH MY GOD SHUT UP

charlie_spr1 replied: i see no problems with this arrangement ??

nick_nzzzz replied: If you mention my mum one more time I’m blocking you

Deadly serious

charlie_spr1 replied: i’m deadly serious

nick_nzzzz replied: I swear to god Charlie, kissing you was quite high on my list of priorities this weekend, but I think I might have to murder you instead.

Love you. Unfortunately.

charlie_spr1 replied: [heart emojis]

-

When he sees Nick standing on the platform at Leeds train station, he feels more stupid than anything else. Stupid because he accidentally got on the wrong train and made a detour to Oxford, but mainly stupid because his mind has been his enemy for no fucking reason, what a surprise.

Nick’s smile is golden like daylight, when his eyes finally catch his. He is holding a bouquet of red carnations. And he is pushing through throngs of anonymous commuters in a frantic attempt to close the distance between them, to hold him long enough to make up for the time they’ve been apart.

When they kiss, his mouth tastes like it always has, like peppermint and violets and seasalt.

“Hi,” Charlie says breathlessly, their dumb mantra.

“Hi,” Nick replies, grinning. He thrusts the bouquet into his grip. “I got you these. I don’t really know why, it just felt like the right thing to do, you know?”

Charlie smiles, admiring the blazing scarlets, the impressive crimsons. “They’re beautiful. Your mum will be so proud.”

Nick’s laugh is loud and unabashed. He tosses his head back and the way his hair moves with him reminds Charlie of the tide, ebbing and flowing. “I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Charlie smirks, perching on his tiptoes to kiss him again. “She wants a photo of us, by the way. I think she might be getting into scrapbooking.”

“Well, at least I know what to get her for her birthday now,” Nick jokes. He reaches out to grab Charlie’s hand and it feels so much like home, the way his fingers effortlessly intertwine with his own, a boat finally meeting the shore after years at sea.

(Okay, it’s been like, three weeks, but he loves a wistful metaphor).

“If we send her a photo,” Nick says as they weave through the crowd, “Can you promise not to make another your mum joke for the rest of the time you’re here?”

“Ah, but are they jokes if they’re true?”

“Charlie Spring,” Nick responds, aghast, “You are…something else.”

He squeezes Nick’s hand tighter, curves closer into his side.

-

Charlie Spring: [photo] a photo of me and nick at victoria quarter :)

Sarah Nelson: Thank you, you both look so handsome! Have a lovely time and make sure Nick looks after you!

Charlie Spring: will do. enjoy the rest of your weekend!

-

Nick presses a kiss on the window with his hand as the train departs back to Kent.

Charlie doesn’t cry, mostly because he doesn’t want to make it awkward for the other passengers. The sob sits waiting in his throat for over four hours and almost 300 miles, saving it for a moment when there are no eyes watching him.

His phone buzzes and he assumes it’s Nick, but it isn’t.

Sarah Nelson: Chin up, Charlie [sunshine emoji]

He doesn’t reply, but he does wonder what used to occupy his heart before he met the Nelson family.

-

The walks with Nellie become a regular thing. Every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday afternoon he arrives at Nick and Sarah’s front door, his pockets full of treats from the gourmet pet food shop on the high street. He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet until Sarah answers, usually preceded by an excitable Nellie.

This time, only Sarah answers. “Hello, Charlie! Oh my goodness - I completely forgot. Nellie has gone to the groomer this morning. Sorry, sweetheart, I should have texted you.”

Charlie smiles. “That’s okay, no worries.”

“You can come in, if you like?” Sarah opens the door out further, revealing a hallway he is all too familiar with. “I’ll stick the kettle on.”

Charlie tries to protest. “Oh, no -- I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”

“You wouldn’t, I promise.” Sarah smiles that same warm smile. “Earl Grey okay? Or would you prefer a coffee? I know Nick said you were getting into espresso.”

Charlie gives in, because who wouldn’t? He edges into the house, wiping his feet on the mat. “Tea is fine, thank you.”

“Perfect,” Sarah closes the door behind him. “Go and make yourself comfortable in the living room, I won’t be a moment.”

The house looks the same as it always does, same paint on the walls and same rug lining the floor. Sarah has changed the photographs on the wall opposite the stairs. Charlie runs his thumb across the one in the centre, the one of him and Nick in Leeds, under the purple hues of Victoria Quarter. If he closes his eyes he’s still there, still in the tiny dorm room with the twin bed and broken window, feeling Nick’s cold hands across his torso and his laugh in his ear at three o’clock in the morning.

One week. One week until he’s home again.

In the living room, there is coloured card and sellotape and bright patterned stickers scattered across the coffee table, alongside folders of photographs taken on an old film camera.

“I’m getting into scrapbooking,” Sarah says, handing Charlie a mug with a gold N emblazoned on the front. “I’ve been meaning to do it for ages.”

Charlie nods, and Sarah urges him to sit on the couch.

“You’ll have to take a look at these,” Sarah hands him a wallet. “Just don’t tell Nicky, though.”

As he leaf through the stack of photographs he sees snapshots of Nick’s entire childhood, from chubby baby with wispy blonde hair to a smiling boy in a Bob the Builder shirt, wearing a yellow hard hat and brandishing a plastic drill.

“He wanted to be a builder for such a long time,” Sarah says, “No idea where that came from. Then he wanted to be a singer.”

“A singer?” Charlie asks sceptically, because Nick’s musical abilities…left a lot to be desired, to put it mildly.

“Oh, yes. He used to sing a lot when he was little. I have a video of him yelling along to Piano Man in the car, somewhere, before his dad -- well.” Sarah’s smile is a little sad, a little nostalgic. “Then he wanted to be a rugby player. I’m not so sure now.”

Charlie’s eyes settle on the little boy with the hard hat and the plastic drill for a moment longer, before carefully tucking the photo away. He’s always felt weird, seeing photographs of people he knows in the days and years before he met them. He just wants to say don’t worry, it will be okay.

It would have been nice if someone had said that to him, just once.

“I’ve only ever wanted Nicky to be happy,” Sarah says decidedly, putting her hand gently on top of his. “And I think he is. I think he is.”

Charlie smiles. He thinks about how Nick’s new university friends all took turns to buy him a drink so he didn’t get IDed at the bar, welcomed him like it was a given, not a possible. How there were no snide comments when they held hands under the table or kissed in the street, how he’d never seen Nick so relaxed and at ease with himself and his identity.

Yeah, he thinks he is, too.

-

That night, he opens an encyclopaedia stacked at the top his bookshelf. Between the pages are a bouquet of red carnations, give or take a couple of blooms, pressed and preserved in an attempt to cling onto them forever.

He’s not into scrapbooking, but that does not mean he isn’t sentimental.

-

“My mum has started tagging you in Facebook posts,” Nick murmurs into his neck, Nellie laid between them. “I’m glad you liked that story about that rehabilitated abandoned badger as much as she did.”

Charlie chuckles. “She saw a badger in your garden the other day. That’s probably why.”

“You see, she doesn’t share this breaking front-page news with me anymore. I want to hear about the badgers too.”

“I’ll set up a badger alert.” Charlie turns so he’s facing Nick, watches how his eyes dart to his lips. “24/7 updates on the local badger population.”

“It’s the bare minimum you could do,” Nick laughs. “It’s not like you do a lot else.”

Charlie swats him round the head and he pretends to look affronted for about half a second before ducking in for a kiss, slow and tired and Sunday afternoon.

-

charlie_spr1 posted a story: [badger emojis] @ nick_nzzzz

nick_nzzzz replied: Was this taken in my back garden? Do you just live in my house at this point???

charlie_spr1 replied: i am in your walls :)

-

“So you’re telling me,” Tao begins, pausing for dramatic effect. Elle is eating a strawberry lace from the paper bag in his hands. “You are ditching one of our legendary film nights, featuring Miss Elle Argent on loan from Central Saint Martins for one night only, to go hang out with your boyfriend’s mum?”

Charlie laughs between a mouthful of marshmallows. “I already said I would, okay? I would feel bad if I said I couldn’t go anymore!”

“No offence, Charlie, but that is next level tragic.” Tao shakes his head. “I have the new Wes Anderson with the director’s commentary. Do you know how hard it’s been to get a hold of it?”

Elle rolls her eyes jokingly at Charlie when Tao isn’t looking. “God, how on Earth will Charlie cope?”

“I know,” Tao murmurs, eyes narrowed. “What are you even doing?”

“Baking, I think.” Charlie swallows another marshmallow. “Nick did well in his mid-term exams, so she wants to make him a cake for when he’s back on Friday.”

Tao gives him a disgusted look. “That is literally the most nauseating thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well,” Elle tugs at another strawberry lace. “I think it’s sweet.”

“No, no, no!” Tao waves his hands around dramatically. “Do not go getting any ideas. You are not baking cakes with my mother, Elle. I will die before you start baking cakes with my mother.”

“Oh! Cool,” Elle says, deadpan. “We can make a super nice one for your wake, then.”

Charlie rests his chin on his palm as he watches the two of them argue, warmth settling in his chest. Like daylight.

-

nick_nzzzz posted: What happens when your boyfriend and your mother make you a celebratory cake. [photo]

charlie_spr1 commented: it’s called abstract art [painting emoji]

nick_nzzzz commented: It’s called leave the baking to your super talented bf next time :)

-

His relationship with his own mother is strained at the best of times, even more so since Tori left for university. It’s some catty argument about nothing at all that leads Charlie to Sarah’s door in the middle of November, when the sky gets dark at five pm and his thoughts get darker too.

In the moments between knocking on the door and Sarah opening it he starts to think this is a stupid idea, that he’s bothering her, that he’s stupid and worthless and that his mum is always right, right about everything. No-one will like you if you’re like this, he hears in his head. Even Nick will get bored of your attitude one day.

He almost leaves, but then Sarah pulls him into her chest, hugs him like he’s just as much her son as Nick is. “Oh, Charlie. It’s okay, I promise. I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” he sobs, “I don’t know why -- I don’t know why I’m like this.”

“Well,” Sarah leans back, combs a strand of dark hair away from his wet eyes. “I like you just the way you are.”

-

He wakes at 3am with Nick’s strong arm wrapped around his middle, pulling him close. His hands are cold and so are his feet, like he’s just come in from outside.

“You’re here,” Charlie whispers hoarsely. Nick’s here.

“My mum called me, so I got the next Megabus home.” Nick said quietly. He shivers, curling in closer. “I was sat next to a man who had his toes out like, the whole journey.”

Charlie can’t help but laugh, and he supposes that’s Nick’s intention. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought we’d done the whole no more apologies thing ages ago.” Nick places a kiss on the back of his head between his curls. “I wanted to be here. When you are in pain, I’ll always want to be with you. As long as you’re okay with that.”

They lie in silence for a moment or two. Then - “I wish I could stay here forever.”

“No you don’t,” Nick replies, “Because you’d miss your dad and you’d miss Tori, and you would even miss your mum, I think. Plus, my mum will end up forcing you to listen to Billy Joel albums, and it would be morally wrong for me to subject you to that.”

He thinks of the happy little boy in the hard hat with the plastic drill, singing along to Piano Man in the car before his dad left and he didn’t sing anymore.

“Let’s act like the next few hours are forever, then.” Charlie compromises. “A little bit of forever.”

“A little bit of forever,” Nick echoes. “Okay.”

-

In the morning, Nick nips out early to get a pint of milk from the newsagents and Sarah has left for work. There’s an envelope with Charlie’s name in the hallway, sat neatly on the table next to an old school photo of Nick and a bouquet of sunflowers.

His fingers gingerly reach out, tug open the flap.

It’s a house key.

[cherryusa]

YOU’VE BEEN INVITED TO ARCHER FARMS: WELCOME TO AUDRINA’S START OF SUMMER SPECTACULAR. 

After a year full of turmoil, hauntings - and general death and destruction - the semester at CCU is finally coming to a close, and the college kids in Cherry are desperate to let loose... thank god that Audrina and the rest of the Archers have taken pity on them this year! 

Lights have been strung up between the Cherry trees, perfect for photo opportunities and cinematic encounters - food has been catered by Rocky Jackson and the rest of the affected restaurateurs, and alcohol has been dropped in by the truckload. Music pulses through the air all around them - the summer breeze is light. There’s plenty of places to mingle, or mess around - to play games, or just to take it all in. Finally, things seem to be looking up for the little town of Cherry, and it’s traumatized young adults... if they can forget about how badly they’re all still hurting for long enough to have fun. 

Donations of $5 or more are being taken as an entrance fee - all proceeds donated to the affected businesses around Cherry Township! 

ACTIVITIES:

THE JACKSON’S FLEET OF FOOD TRUCKS: Leave it to Rocky Jackson to head the effort in rebuilding for the foodies! Maraschino Drafthouse may have burned down, but that hasn’t stopped him from following his true passion in delighting the taste buds and curating groovy tunes. No parents are allowed at the party, of course, but the young adults who used to run the drafthouse - and Zahra Jackson’s watchful eye - have been trusted for the night with Rocky and the Restaurateur's latest venture to try and keep their head above water. Enjoy a selection of local fare to snack on, or jam out on their portable dancefloor with the DJ truck that follows the fleet - either way is a good time! 

HARVEY HARGROVE’S MEMORIAL BEER PONG: So… Nobody really knows who set this table out, and nobody knows who brought the giant print out of Harvey’s yearbook photo? Either way, Hargrove the Third definitely isn’t dead, but who can deny a rousing game of beer pong in his honor! He was in, like, a total coma, after all. 

RORY COLLINS MEMORIAL PHOTOBOOTH: Did anyone tell the public that these two aren’t actually dead? Audrina won’t admit to setting up the memorial at the photobooth either, but Rory has a matching yearbook photo print out  - RIP Rory, I guess - as well as a beautiful flower arrangement. Ignoring that, the photobooth looks pretty cool. There are props, like headbands, hats, and toys; feather boas, and other various pieces of costumery.  Hopefully Rory’s spirit will enjoy the fanfare! 

BLACK CHERRY GIANT SIZED JENGA: Made of the same wood from the trees that stand around them, Archer Farms giant sized jenga court is a usual draw for families among the summer. Maybe it’s a metaphor for the toppling state of Cherry’s local economy, but… between giant versions of small things, and the drunken haze of being a college student in This Little Town? Nobody’s reading between the lines for long enough to notice. Or something. Have fun! AUDRINA’S ORCHARD MAZE: A maze crafted of overlapping Cherry trees and brush over the century that the Archer’s have lived on the property - the Archer maze is truly a work of wonder. Usually only open to the public during the Fall Harvest at Archer Farms, Audrina has generously opened its gates tonight for the college students of CCU. There are orchard workers every few turns to make sure that nobody gets too lost, but not to worry - the whole thing is covered in twinkling lights anyway, making it one of the most beautiful sights in Cherry… Besides the Mannequin, herself, of course. 

CASEY AND NOAH’S DRINK TABLE: The Pit might not have anything to do with the party in the orchard, but when you have a truckload of booze, a whole crowd of college kids, and only two people who actually know how to make drinks? Well, it’s no surprise that everyone has kind of just assumed they’re responsible for the task - and unofficially assigned it as theirs. If you’re lucky, you might actually be able to convince them to mix something for you… Or how to tap a keg when it runs out. If not, you can always take shots from the bottle like the brave are doing! 

FRANKIE’S SMOKING CIRCLE: She can’t promise she isn’t going to make you talk about your feelings… but she did bring enough weed to share, if you’re willing to take the risk. Maybe it’ll get philosophical, or maybe you’ll talk about how sick that last Ninja Turtles Movie was. Maybe we’ll all get lucky, and someone will smoke for the first time, and like, totally embarrass themselves! Seems worth checking out, either way. 

[thegoodvibeskasauli]

Embracing the Warmth of Lohri with The Good Vibes in Kasauli

Introduction: Nestled in the serene hills of Kasauli, there’s an enchanting celebration awaiting you this Lohri. Picture this: the crisp mountain air, the crackling of a bonfire, and the echo of joyous laughter. At The Good Vibes, we invite you to immerse yourself in the rich traditions of Lohri, surrounded by the beauty of Kasauli.

Setting the Stage:

As the sun dips below the hills, we gather around a roaring bonfire, a beacon of warmth against the winter chill. The atmosphere is charged with excitement as we prepare to celebrate Lohri, a festival deeply rooted in Punjab’s vibrant culture.

Feast Fit for Kings and Queens:

A feast fit for royalty awaits our guests. Indulge in the aromatic delights of sarson da saag and makki di roti, while savoring the sweetness of rewri and gajak. Our culinary journey promises to tickle your taste buds with authentic Punjabi flavors.

Rhythmic Beats and Dancing Feet:

The night comes alive with the infectious beats of Bhangra. Feel the pulse of the music as you join the rhythm of the traditional Gidda and Bhangra.

Decor and Ambiance:

The venue is transformed into a festive wonderland. Fairy lights twinkle overhead, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of sugarcane. Every corner is adorned with bonfire-themed decor, creating an ambiance that radiates joy and positive energy.

Capturing Moments:

Don’t forget to strike a pose at our Lohri-themed photobooth, complete with props that capture the essence of the festival. Freeze these magical moments to cherish the memories made amidst the hills of Kasauli.

Connecting with the Community:

Our celebration extends beyond The Good Vibes. Embrace the spirit of community by involving locals in our festivities, fostering a sense of unity and shared joy.

Conclusion:

As the bonfire’s embers glow and the echoes of laughter fade into the night, The Good Vibes in Kasauli promises a Lohri celebration that transcends the ordinary. Join us in embracing the warmth of tradition, the vibrancy of culture, and the sheer joy of celebrating Lohri in the heart of the mountains.

Contact us:

Phone: +91 9914822548 Address: Kasauli, Himachal Pradesh Booking.com: The Good Vibes Make my trip: The Good Vibes Priceline: The Good Vibes

[onlyswan]

meet me behind the mall | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: smut sigh, fluff kinda

→ warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, slight ? degredation, calls her a slut once, fingering, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), choking, spitting, cum eating / swallowing, unprotected sex, facial (this term is so 😭) lmk if i miss anything plz

→ word count: 3.3k

summary: jungkook makes you live for the thrill of it all.

note: this was an impulsive write idk what possessed me today frends but have at it >_> semi proofread it’s 5am goodbyr

—

it’s one of the things you first learned about him. jungkook loves taking photos. he loves capturing moments with a simple click of a camera. he finds an unexplainable comfort and bittersweet nostalgia in finding old photographs in his drawer, in his pockets, tucked in between the pages of his textbooks. it’s like finding little treasures all over the place, you can hear his voice in your head, can see the pretty twinkles of passion and fondness in his pretty doe eyes.

so when he told you all about the new photobooth at the arcade, followed by a text that simply said meet me behind the mall, you didn’t particularly imagine that you would end up in this position. you can see the shutter going off even though your eyelids are closed as jungkook’s tongue is basically shoved down your throat. your panties is pulled to the side and two of his fingers are thrusting in and out of your cunt, curling deliciously to stimulate your sweet spot that has your thighs shaking uncontrollably every fucking time.

how naive of you to think that your boyfriend spontaneously texted you at eight in the evening to meet up and simply take cute couple pictures in film. of course, you do have a fair share of scandalous photos, but they’re all conveniently stored and locked away in your phones. this is something entirely new and as embarrassing it is to admit, thrilling. yourself from one year ago never would’ve guessed what her future self is doing right now. how the desires in you can easily be fueled to life just by the trailing of jungkook’s fingers on the smoothness of your thighs, his lips nipping at your neck, or even the simple thought of having his cock filling you up to the brim.

you can’t help but to giggle against his mouth. all of your senses are heightened at this moment, your heart beating aggressively in your chest. he pulls away slightly but his gaze stays on your pink and swollen parted lips, drunk eyes taking in your disheveled state.

“what’s going in that pretty little mind of yours?” he smirks, thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. you try your best to hold out your moan but a broken whine comes out, your head throwing back against the wall of the limited space you’re both squeezed into. only a black curtain and an ‘occupied’ sign in red bold and capital letters separated you from the world outside, where games are being played by people of all ages; loud sound effects and songs from the 2000’s and 2010’s mixing into an ear numbing noise that can only be recognized from an arcade center; and tickets gathered are being exchanged for cute stationary items and trinkets.

“you’re so, so dirty.” you say to him, eyes rolling back as his fingers never let up on their toe curling pace, only making you lose your inhibitions and self-control more than anything else. you clench around them involuntarily, drenching his hand with your juices. “was this your plan all along?”

your eyes widen in shock when the sound of his palm slapping your bare cunt filled the booth, the stinging pain registering in your mind next. “are you fucking crazy? someone might hear!” you whisper angrily at him, but his dark and blown out eyes made you shrink back in your seat. his intimidating, and almost condescending, expression have you gushing against his hand that is now petting your pussy to soothe the pain he inflicted.

“watch your mouth. you and this fucking skimpy dress are the only ones dirty here. you know what this shit does to me.” he smiles at you sweetly. “are you sure this was my plan? are we playing mind games here, baby girl?” his hand comes down from your face to play with the cloth of your blue dress, the other thrusting two of his fingers in you again, then adding another. the stretch has you gripping tightly on his shirt, not having anything else to hold on to.

“fuck, ahhh- jungkook. don’t stop.” god, you are dripping all over, your wetness staining your seat. it makes your cheeks flush in shame.

“just wanted to look pretty for you, i-is all.” you mewl at him, blinking innocently. the camera is not forgotten by jungkook. in fact, it’s one of the things getting him more riled up. the almost blinding light of the flash shines on your soft skin, and the sweat that has formed on your temples and your neck. your pupils are blown and eyelids drooping caused by the pleasure he is giving you. it’s visible how difficult it is for you to keep in all your noises from the people outside the damn curtain when you’re so lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you. all because of him. your fucked out state got jungkook gritting his teeth, his dick twitching inside his pants. jesus christ, you get him so fucking turned on and desperate for it without even trying. your beauty is seductive and enchanting and effortless. there is no point in hiding how crazy he is for you.

“my pretty girl. you dressed yourself all nice for me?” he presses a chaste kiss on your lips, before he wraps his hand around your throat, pressing at the right places just enough to make your mind all fuzzy. “i’m such a lucky man. i love you so much.”

your eyes roll back at the back of your head at the all consuming feeling taking over senses. you don’t think you can answer correctly if ever someone asks for your name or the colors of the goddamn traffic signs. “y-yeah, for you, of course. love you so much.”

he gives you a satisfied hum, moving down to squeeze one of your breasts with his large hand before pinching your nipple from outside the cotton of your dress. “mhmm, holy fuck. you’re always so sensitive. so easy to please. am i making you feel good?” you don’t know how he can act so casual while you’re basically falling apart in his hands, but for some sick reason, it stirs up the arousal in your belly even more.

“y-yes, kook, i’m so close, please, please, please,” you cry out desperately, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you squeeze his fingers with your walls uncontrollably. “wait, ohhh, stop. stop. i can’t cum here. i- it’s gonna be a mess, this is so embar- fuck, jungkook!” your squeal dies down in your throat when your boyfriend kneels on the ground and starts sucking your clit in his mouth as his fingers inside of you became more aggressive, hitting all the right places that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your desperate and whiny sounds, suddenly becoming aware of where the two of you are right now.

you grip his hair with your hands to steady yourself and unconsciously grind your cunt against his face, his eager tongue doing very sinful things for the sole purpose of making you come undone. he pulls you closer to the edge with his strong arm so he can have better access, eating you out like a man feasting on the divine food of the gods. divine. that’s one perfect word to describe you.

he flicks your clit teasingly before wrapping his pink and plump lips around it again. the overwhelming sight almost makes you want to burst into tears. “hmm, cum for me, baby.” your body jerks in his hold, his words of permission acting as the trigger for your orgasm. he drinks you up greedily, his tongue replacing his fingers’ place in fucking into you, letting you ride out your high.

he comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself in his mouth. you can even feel his wet chin. you moan against him when two fingers dip inside you again, and then he’s having you suck on them almost too enthusiastically. you’re still in a daze from your release, and with jungkook, you’re basically down for anything and everything. you open your eyes to meet his, and if you aren’t already fucked out with his fingers choking you, his hooded eyes will have reduced you into a blabbering mess.

“you’re always so good to me.” he says with a raspy voice. he takes out his fingers and wipes it on his shirt before pulling you in for another kiss. “let’s get out of here so i can fuck you properly like my girl deserves, okay?” you nod meekly, trying to hide your excitement. he fixes you up to make you look presentable enough to walk in public, combing your hair with his fingers and straightening out your dress.

“can’t forget these. don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. it’s for my eyes only.” he gathers all the developed films from the booth, facing you with a teasing smile.

“for your eyes only.” you agree, looking up at him. you open the small backpack you brought along with you and he stuffs them all inside mindlessly, his cock still straining painfully in his pants and he might just lose his mind if he’s still not inside of your pussy in the next five minutes.

“can’t walk properly,” you whine out once you step out of the booth, your boyfriend supporting you by the waist.

“sorry, baby.” he presses an apologetic kiss on your temple. “but i’m not done with you yet.” he really doesn’t give a fuck if anyone heard the both of you at all, but he knows that you’re starting to worry, so he makes sure that you keep your eyes on him as you walk your way out of the place.

“are we going to your place? or mine?” you ask once you get out, the cool air of the mall embracing you. you shiver lightly. your boyfriend doesn’t respond, but when he starts dragging you towards the movie theater that is just beside the arcade, you realize the answer to your question.

“jungkook, really?” you hiss at him, but don’t make any efforts to stop him as he leads you to the restrooms.

“i’m so fucking hard right now, babe. i can’t wait anymore.” they’re about to close up in an hour, so the place is basically deserted. but still, you can’t believe what you’re about to do right now. he peeks in the women’s and once he made sure it’s clear, you go in to the farthest cubicle.

“damn woman,” his throaty chuckle makes your center throb again as you immediately pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers, his big cock slapping against his stomach. you lick a stripe from his balls up to his tip, then gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip down his length. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of doing such a filthy action without him asking you to. he strokes your cheek as you jack him off and give his head kitten licks, your spit acting as an effective lube.

“put it in your mouth now, baby.” he says softly, grasping your hair to guide your mouth on his cock. “choke on it, yeah?” you hum in submission to his request, relaxing your throat to take in as much of him as you can. you start to bob your head up and down to get used to the feeling, your hand still wrapped around the few inches left.

“fuck, you look so pretty like this. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” his confession made you all warm inside. you’ve always wondered how you managed to become his girlfriend. sometimes, it feels to good to be true. knowing the effect you have on him even when you’re not around made you even more determined to blow his damn mind. to be the only star of his wildest dreams.

you go down on him until your nose reach his pubic area, carefully breathing out through it. “oh my god, that’s my girl.” he thrusts his hip forward and holds your head down in place, making you choke on him like he wanted to. his moans sends tingles to your pussy and you rub your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to relieve yourself of some pressure. he lets you breathe in some air before you take him in your mouth again, swallowing around his length as you move your head up and down.

“ohhh, fuck. your mouth is s-so warm. you like this huh? sucking me off outside our rooms for the first time?” he can’t help but to move his hips as well, instinctively following your mouth. your moans vibrate on his dick, and he hisses at the added sensation. “and you called me what? so, so dirty? turns out you’re just as fucking filthy, baby.” and there it is again, the mischievous smile on his face that makes your knees (that you’re sure will be bruising soon enough) weak. you know that he’s right. you can’t help but to whimper around him when you feel wetness drip from your hole. you want to touch yourself so bad but your hands on your boyfriend’s flexing muscular thighs are what’s keeping you steady and grounded.

“ohh- ah, fuck fuck fuck! are you fucking kidding me?” his body jerks when you take all of him and stay still, contracting your throat around him and massaging his balls in your small and soft hand. his brain goes on a frenzy at the waves of pleasure rippling in his body, sweat rolling down his temples and abdomen working hard to stop himself from cumming down your throat. “s-shit, stop it, stop it, stop, i’m gonna blow my load.”

you pull him out with a pop, hand gripping his base to keep his orgasm at bay. his glassy eyes meet your own, and you give him a wink. “are you gonna fuck me now?”

a shiver runs up jungkook’s spine. “you’re so fucking hot. come here.” he helps you get up and snakes his tongue in your mouth, pinning you on the other side of the cubicle. his hand sneaks in under your dress to cup your center, groaning against your mouth when he felt how wet you are. “shit, you’re soaking. did you get this turned on by sucking my dick?”

“really turned on. i love blowing you.” you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, blinking up at him with a smile.

“you’re actually killing me here.” he chuckles, squeezing your ass and pulling you close to grind himself on you. he drags down your panties until you step out of them, throwing it on top of your backpack. he tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers. “jump.” you obey, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he pumps his cock a few times before teasingly running the tip along your wet folds, a nudge on your clif making you moan quietly. “put it in, please. jungkook? i’ve been good, right?”

“shhh, i got you.”

you hold on to his neck tightly as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure. it’s amazing how you can feel so stretched out from the very beginning, only his tip yet breaching your walls. you never really got used to it. “you’re so big, kook.” you cry out against his shoulder as he sinks his entire length into you. your praise inflates his ego. he lets you adjust for a moment, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder.

when you gave him the signal, he begins thrusting into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you like. the lewd squelching sounds of your connected sex filled the empty room.

“sh-should’ve done this sooner. ahh fuck, why does this feel so good?” you’re out of your mind. you can’t remember a time you felt this horny. and to be brutally honest, he’s fucking you dumb right now. you can feel every ridge of his cock in you, can feel his tip furiously and consistently stimulating the spot in you that has you writhing in his arms, that along with his pelvis grinding against your clit each time he fucks back into you.

“jesus, are you hearing yourself right now? you like doing it outside with me, baby?”

“yes, yes! oh, harder, please. m-more, i’m close again.” you sob out, biting on his shoulder to cover your cries.

“can’t believe i got myself a filthy little slut here.” he shakes his head in mock disbelief, adjusting his hold on you and fucking you with a much fiercer drive to make you cream on his cock this time. “f-fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he breathes out a laugh followed by a broken moan, your soft walls enveloping him in your wamth. “cum when you need to, hmm? you’ve been so good to me.”

you mutter countless thank you’s mixed with your moans and whimpers, the pleasure getting too much to bear. you throw your head back as you orgasm on your boyfriend’s cock, clenching around him uncontrollably as he fucks you through it, desperate to reach his own high. your juices drip down to his balls, and it makes him crazier. he takes the opportunity create marks on your neck, sucking and biting red and purple on your skin.

it’s not long before overstimulation takes place, but you don’t complain, not when it feels this good. another orgasm hits you, not as intense as the first two, but it still got you seeing stars and your body shaking against the wall.

“did you just cum again? oh god, fucking shit. i’m there- so fucking close. you feel so- oh, so good. love you. love you a lot.”

“i want to swallow your cum.” your voice is barely there, but jungkook hears you just fine. he almost chokes on his own spit upon registering your words in his brain. without wasting any time, he sets you down on the floor and you kneel infront of him, mouth open and tongue out.

he jacks himself off while you generously lick at his frenulum, looking up at him expectantly. the sight of you all eager and impatient for his cum finally triggers his release, aiming for your tongue but some still landing on your cheeks and chin as he’s too overwhelmed and shaken to see straight. you swallow happily, licking the rest from your fingers.

“god, i love you.” he says quietly, pulling you up from the floor and embracing you, but you wiggle out of his grasp.

“love you too but gross, gross, gross. i need to go home and shower.” you whine out, twirling as you try and fix your appearance again.

“not you acting like a brat once you got what you wanted.” he pinches your waist jokingly. he takes tissue from the dispenser to clean up the wetness that dripped down all the way to your thighs, being the loving boyfriend that he is.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you pout at him. “i’m so tired and gross. i hate you.”

“are you asking for it again?”

“no, i swear to god. you owe me a bubble bath and a massage.”

“okay, fine. my place then.” he gives up, shaking his head with a laugh at your change of mood. “i love you. can i get a kiss then?”

you tiptoe to reach him, slightly pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a smooch. “i love youuu.”

once you both make yourself presentable (again) to the best of your abilities, you head out of the restroom first. you notice the cashier at the popcorn place eyeing you suspiciously, especially when jungkook comes out to meet you a few minutes later. you hide yourself behind him in shame.

you walk out of the mall with his hand over your shoulder, yours on his waist. you look at him questioningly when he covers your neck with more of your hair. “maybe i made a little too much.” he winces apologetically.

“we are never doing that again.” you sigh, your legs still feeling weak but you will yourself to make it all the way to the parking lot.

“what? you said you liked it!”

“it was during the moment. i was delirious.”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “you’re lying. let’s see, because that’s also what you said the first time we tried choking.”

“jungkook! shut up!”

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note: i never know how to finish these runs and hides

[lavynrose]

Artem and his S/O confessing at the same time pt. 2

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Warning/s: grammatical errors

Notes: ok so!!! thank you so much for waiting <3 one thing i'd like to say is that i recommend reading part 1 before this bc it creates a build-up for the story's conclusion. There are some parts here that needed context from part 1. Enjoy!

part 1 here

He couldn't ask for more.

The sunset spilled all around the theme park, the golden intricates of the the railings sparkled than ever before. The orange radiance of the solemn sun gives the park an even more golden glow.

Artem looked around, taking in the seemingly perfect view of what can be only described as serene. The laughter of groups of friends, families walking hand-in-hand, couples giving their significant other loving looks, people enjoying themselves left and right, the quaint smell of hotdogs and popcorn.

You spending your time with him.

The sunset made this picturesque scenery even more breathtaking, and he could come here everyday if only allowed.

Right now, right in this very moment, everything is glowing.

Especially you.

"That was really fun!" the enthusiasm in your voice never fails to make him feel the same. He loves seeing you have fun, without a care in the world. He admits, he also enjoyed getting splashed by water on the raft ride.

He unconsciously offered his arm to link with yours and when you took it as you gazed at him, he's more than satisfied.

You fit so perfectly in his arms, it feels as if you're the missing puzzle piece he never knew his being had. Even having dried after getting soaked from the raft, the warmth that your touch radiated fills his senses with comfort.

This moment of getting to spend time with the person he profoundly longed for was enough for him. Enough for now. You don't need to know his affections for now.

Does he really need to let you know?

His feelings?

It'll probably make your relationship awkward. He's not ready to risk the sweet smiles and playful looks you direct towards him just for his own selfishness.

It doesn't matter. He'll love you even if you won't, anyway.

He then stopped in his tracks, you followed suit. Not caring about the people around you. Lost in the little world the two of you shared. He looked down at your form, "Yes it was. I enjoyed it very much." because you're with me, he wanted to add but instead of saying those words, an amiable look in his cerulean eyes twinkled, and an adoring smile latched upon his features instead.

Almost as if he's telling you an unspoken confession.

His expression however, turned into mild surprise when he noticed how your gaze was filled with enchantment. With a soft glint in your lidded eyes, your brows are knitted together. You were silent.

It baffled him.

Why.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Artem wanted to blurt out. His mouth opened to say something.

It was unclear to him as to why you looked like you were staring at his very soul.

'Why are you looking at me like,' he can't help but ask himself as he continued to scrutinize your tranced gaze, 'like you want to say the same words I desperately wanted to tell you?'

Are his feelings reciprocated?

You blinked and suddenly looked away, "Uhh, Artem, I-"

"Everyone! One more hour to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!" The both of you landed your eyes on the speaker, then on each other.

Artem cleared his throat, pulling the collar of his turtleneck, "You were saying?" he inquired, voice and features laced with curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled on your collar, mirroring him, "I..." you started as your eyes darted as if you were looking for excuses, then your orbs glinted with realization and faced Artem, "I just wanted to say that we should take pictures! This is a memorable night after all."

His eyes begin to scan the theme park and his gaze found a small photobooth just beside the merry-go-round.

"Good idea. We haven't had anything to commemorate today's fun." He brushed off your weird behavior earlier as you dragged him towards your destination.

There weren't too many people in the waiting line, there were multiple photobooths, plenty enough to not create a line of more than five costumers per booth.

As soon as it was your turn, you excitedly rummaged through the cute costumes the guests can wear in the photos.

"Look Artem," you snapped your fingers to get his attention, "This would look cute on you!" You squealed as you waved the headband with cat ears in front of his face.

This kind of trend has been circling around lately. No matter how much of a busy man Artem is, he still has seen some posts about this on the internet...

Catboy culture, wasn't it? He wondered.

"You should wear one, too." He suggested. He gingerly took the headband from you and after a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave in to the anticipation in your eyes.

Your eyes were practically sparkling taking in the sight of catboy Artem in the flesh.

"Oh my gosh." You breathed, gaping at him.

Artem blinked. "Is there something on my face?" He then turned to the mirror to check what's wrong, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary though.

"It's nothing!" You frantically waved your hand and gestured towards the camera, "Let's take a photo!" you grinned, wearing cat ears identical to Artem's.

You guys started the photoshoot with your hands making peace signs.

Ah, the classic.

The few shots after just consisted of you putting on different faces while Artem just wore different headbands each shot, with the same pose.

"You guys, please act cuter for the camera! " The photographer suddenly commented.

Isn't Y/N cute enough? Artem internally recoiled.

"Young man, put your arms around your date or something, or do a heart pose together! " Mr. Photographer added.

Artem looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, both were wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat for what seemed like the nth time today and looked at you for approval, "Do you want to?" he asked as his hands formed half a heart.

Your cheeks lighted aflame as you raised your hand, forming half a heart to connect it with his, "I don't mind."

As your fingers touched, Artem cannot control the pink flushing his cheeks as he smiled at the camera.

The photographer continued to instruct the both of you with how you should pose. He deserves a raise for doing his job really well, Artem thinks.

After of what it seemed like endless snaps of sappy pictures, the two of you decided to print all of them.

"Now we have lots of souvenirs!" you scanned each one of the photos and Artem can't help but think how good you two look together.

He thanked the photographer for putting his all into the shoot, then you both headed for the exit.

"How was it, Artem?" You turned towards him with a profound smile.

You have lots of photos together now. He can already see himself wide awake at night, staring at your couple-like pictures.

It was more than okay.

"It was a fun experience. The cat ears aren't bad." He said as he recalled how astonished you looked when he wore the headband.

"We spent almost 20 minutes there..." You sighed as you looked at your watch.

Artem unconsciously checked his wrist watch as well, "There are 40 minutes left before the fireworks. Do you want to check out more rides before then?"

You surveyed the theme park to look for more booths, "Look at that, Artem." you pointed toward the large and loud crowd at the park's quadrangle.

"Perharps it's someone performing." Artem guessed, hearing the strums of a guitar from the speakers.

"Let's check it out!" Curious, you and Artem shuffled yourselves into the crowd. The faint singing voice grew more and more audible as you got closer to the center of the attraction.

You headed to the front for the best audience experience and the singer came into view, "Isn't that?" Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers when he recognized the person singing.

Funny how you weren't surprised, and he wondered why.

There at the center, sitting at a stool with a guitar in hand, singing with a gold microphone in front of him, was the new employee at the firm, William.

Artem frowned.

That's the guy. The guy who was getting too cozy with you, the guy causing the unpleasant pangs inside his chest.

The guy who was one of the reasons why he got the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place.

The feeling of delight earlier was now replaced by uneasiness.

"I didn't know he was a performer." Artem murmured, and he kept glancing at you.

When he saw that you were clapping your hands and a proud smile has decorated your lips - one that's not aimed him, a sudden bitter feeling overwhelmed his whole being.

You looked very happy, and he hung his head low.

He vividly remembered your smiling faces in the office yesterday, and how William seem to always hang around you.

Artem realized he wasn't special. The warm look that he witnessed from you earlier in the sunset, the look that made him think that you reciprocated his feelings, you probably do that to everyone.

He felt so stupid.

While everyone was watching William hit the notes and strum the strings, Artem was watching your every reactions, only for him to get hurt on the inside.

His heart hurts, the clenching feeling in his chest tightening with every cheer that you voiced.

He's glad it was you who were causing this pain, though.

The crowd boomed with claps and shouts as the last note finished the song, and Artem wasn't in the mood to join them.

6:30pm

"Aren't you going to greet him?" Artem's voice made you look up to him, his brows furrowed and he wasn't making eye contact.

You just brushed his behaviour off and said, "Nope. I wouldn't want to disturb him on this special day!" you felt giddy, knowing that you helped William to set this all up.

As soon as his first day in the office, which was around a month ago, he had overheard you and Kiki talking about the big opening of PAX's amusement park, and kept asking questions about the event. He then learned you were friends with the heir, Marius.

You've never seen a face as shocked as William's when he learned that.

He even made Kiki contact her insiders about the soon to be opened theme park.

Kiki asked why he was so curious, and he said he performs on gigs as a hobby, balancing it with his law career, and that he loves performing ever since he was a kid.

"Performing on the theme park's opening would definitely give me more opportunities!" He sounded so passionate that you can't help but support him.

He became bashful though, as he said, "Besides, I've been looking for an opportunity to surprise my girlfriend next month," you and Kiki beamed at him, "This would make her happy, as I made a new song that I specifically made as a gift for her birthday. I'll sing it on the opening if I'm allowed."

That's why ever since, you became close with William. Whenever you talk though, he almost always talk about her girlfriend.

"30 minutes remaining for the fireworks display!!!" The speakers announced.

You were excited for the fireworks, and an idea popped out of your mind.

"Artem," you called him out "Let's ride on the ferries wheel, that way we're up in the sky as the fireworks erupt," you dragged him to the ferris wheel's ticketing booth, "I heard that it takes 20-30 minutes for a capsule to be on top of the wheel, the time is perfect for us!"

"Can we be alone in the capsule?" Artem suddenly requested, his eyes filled with a look you can't fathom. He looked so vulnerable.

"Yes, that's actually normal. We can request that for the youngest senior attorney with 99% win rate!" You grinned and you expected him to send you one of his gentle smiles, but he just turned his head away, and looked at the distance.

You take a good look at him again once you got the tickets, he's still looking away, a solemn demeanor in his face.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He's been acting a little weird, you thought.

Does he not want to hang out with you anymore?

"Artem, if you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't be mad." You eyed him with concern, "We can just sit on the bench or something." you suggested.

Just like that, his expression changed quickly, regret clouding his face, "Y/N," he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that with my actions," he stared at you for a few seconds, then you noticed that light was back in his eyes, the fond smile you liksd seeing is back again, "The ferris wheel is perfect." He then grabbed yoir waist and guided you both to the capsule.

You grinned, "I requested a capsule for only the two of us!" you waved the tickets at him, he chuckled and grabbed it from you to give to the person managing the capsules.

The capsule was air-condition inside, with big windows to get a good view of the outside. You expected nothing from a device created by PAX.

Across from you, Artem sits, his mood is a little better now, but you can't help but notice the silent sadness his cerulean eyes hold still.

You don't like seeing him like this.

"Hey, Artem?" you half-whispered, not wanting to surprise him from his reverie.

His eyes met yours, "Yes?" he responded gently.

"You know you can trust me with your problems, right?" You started, you don't let his surprised expression distract you from what you want to say, "I will listen intently to your troubles, and we'll find a way to solve them together! " You declared with the brightest smile you could ever muster, "So please, share your burdens with me. I'll carry them with you." You finished with a toothy grin.

He blinked a few times before finally shaking his head with fondness, "Thank you, Y/N. I want you to know that you are special to me." His face is suddenly filled with so much endearment you quickly looked away, "Uhh, Of course!" your face flushed red and you raised your hide in an attempt to hide it.

Artem chuckled, the sound giving you a sense of comfort and security. You looked up to him again and saw his features get illuminated by the lights flickering in the theme park, his adoring eyes lingering on you.

Like yours was lingering on him.

You smiled at each other, letting the other feel that they're not alone in the battles they're facing.

What are you to each other, anyway? You pondered when you decided to avert your eyes away from him first.

As far as you can recall, friends don't do this kind of thing with each other. The staring, the blushing. Oh, especially the blushing.

You can't help but long for the possibility of having your feelings reciprocated, but oh boy were you afraid.

"Can I sit beside you?" His question brought you to your senses, and you happily obliged, "Of course! This capsule isn't shaky, we'll be okay being on the same side." You made space for him as you patted the empty space. There he sat, his scent enveloping your senses.

It was silent for the whole ride up, but you were comfortable with it. You were with the person you love, being with them is enough.

7:00pm

Your capsule was right on top when suddenly, a boom was heard and splashes of color was seen through the window.

"Artem!" you pointed at the big, colorful patch of explosion that's a little bit below the capsule you were in.

The ferries wheel was so high that you were higher than the fireworks!

The fireworks was on your side of the window, you can see the view to it's fullest glory.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed, your eyes astonished by the scene before you. Your hands flat against the window, when you suddenly felt a body pressed against your back, and a hot breath against your ear, "It's amazing" you heard Artem mutter, as his breaths fanned the hairs on your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You yelped, you forgot Artem was just beside you!

Your heart pounded against your ribcage when you realized that in order for Artem to see the fireworks, he needs to look at your side of the window.

Heck, your thighs were touching, and you can feel every ounce of heat that his muscular body radiated. He's practically caging you and this small, suffocating space of a capsule isn't helping!

Despite the unbelievable heat that your whole body is feeling right now, you badly wanted him to wrap his arms around you.

Something was pooling in your stomach, something weird. All you can think about right now is Artem kissing you against the window while you sit on his lap.

Warmth filled your already heated cheeks upon realization of what you just imagined, and you mentally slapped yourself. What were you thinking?

The smell of his vanilla cologne isn't helping!

Nobody has ever made you feel this way before. No other person has affected you like this. You think about the things that this man had done for you, he was selfless, hardworking, and most of all, kind.

Especially the smiles he had always shown you. Those smiles filled with comfort and fondness that makes you weak in the knees. Whenever you see that smile, you find yourself looking forward in seeing it again.

To you, Artem Wing was unobtainable.

Yet you wanted to make him yours.

7:01pm

"Artem!" you pointed below with an enthusiastic grin as the fireworks boomed and splashed the sky above the theme park.

His body scooted over to you without realizing, eyes widening with glee and he muttered, "It's amazing" Artem leaned towards you, placing his chin on your shoulder for him to get better view of the fireworks display below.

It's taking every ounce of his control to not face you towards him and claim your lips then and there.

What you said earlier only fueled his raging feelings for you. You were willing to carry his burdens with him? He never had someone say that to him before, and he was happy it's from you.

The evening is flawless. The two of you were alone, having you near him like this, your decleration of support earlier, and a beautiful scenery before him that he won't get to see everyday...

A perfect evening to pour his heart out to you.

He decided that if there was a best time to confess his love for you, that time would be now. He didn't care about your answer right now, he just wanted to let it all out before this passionate feelings can drive him to insanity.

These feelings were driving him crazy, he wanted to let you know how you make him happy, that he thinks about you eveey second of every day, that you ground him and his lonely heart.

He noticed you were silent and unmoving, so he decided to take the chance. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in l-" "Can I ki-"

You turned your body to face him, surprised. Your face only a few centimeters away from his. One wrong move and you'll kiss.

The both of you blinked.

"You... go first." you said, biting your lip.

He stared deep into your eyes, none of you dared to move from this intimate position, your breaths fanning each other's faces.

"Y/N, I," he rested his forehead against yours and breathed with the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him, "I'm in love with you..."

You gaped, but he didn't mind.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "It's okay if you don't feel the same. I..." he opened his eyes to give you a loving gaze "I will keep loving you anyway."

He looked so vulnerable right now, but it didn't scare him. If anything, he feels relief in finally voicing out the feelings he's hidden for so long.

"I was in a bad mood today because I think you were interested in William," you just blinked and he continued, "I mean, you always look happy when you're with him. It crushed my heart." He finished as he waited for your response.

He waited, and waited.

The silence that you were giving him didn't give him any clue to what you were thinking, it's unnerving.

After of what seemed like an eternity you finally let out, "He has a girlfriend, silly." you see Artem's eyes widened and you continued, "It's a long story, but I'm not interested in him. We're just friends."

You felt the heat creep up his face.

"So... what were you going to tell me?" He said hesitantly as he gulped, the embarrasment from earlier evident in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you darted your eyes, it was now your turn to get really embarassed, "Can I..." your face looks conflicted. That if you say whatever you wanted to say, It'd be the death of you.

You took a deep breath, Artem told you his feelings, so it's only fair you tell him yours, you told yourself and mustered the courage to look up to his ocean eyes, a vast ocean so blue, you could drown in them, "Can I kiss you, Artem?"

It took a moment before he could fully process your words. His brain short-circuit.

"What?" He blurted out as he scanned your face for any signs that maybe, you have made a mistake.

but you replied, "I want to kiss you Artem," you put your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm in love with you too."

His body tingled with so much joy, you being in love with him was just a distant dream before.

Not willing to wait anymore, he licked his lips as he slowly dipped his head to meet your already parted mouth, welcoming him.

You may or may not have kissed the entire way down the ride.

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

Now, he's willing to dedicate himself to you for the rest of his life.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/16/21.

[hananoami]

𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝙰𝚄— the second button ;

ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑠 ———♡ sᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ ᴍᴏᴄʜɪ : Since I took your coat, I'll give it back to you next semester. ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ replied to sᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ ᴍᴏᴄʜɪ : okies but like remember to check the pockets before you give it back there's a graduation gift for Sakura

「 Unlocked Moment Post 」

This was a special Moment Post for taking a Snapshot at Twinkle Photobooth of both Rafayel and MC wearing matching ❛ Academy Uniform ❜ outfits. His ❛ Academy Uniform ❜ is available for purchase in the Shop for 1280 purple gems. It was previously discounted for 960 (25% off). Her ❛ Academy Uniform ❜ is available for purchase in the Chocolate Shop for 5000 chocolates. That's around 3 weeks of saving weekly cap.

narrator voice: he never got his coat back.

Based on the in game moment's post, I have this headcanon where student!MC "borrows'" student!Rafayel's coat after taking their graduation photos. She doesn't really have any intention of returning it. Even though she said she'd return it there would be no 'next semester' as they have already graduated, hehe.

Speaking of keepsakes, I also have this idea that the “graduation gift” inside the pocket of the coat Rafayel was referring to would be his second button. In case anyone is unfamiliar with this Japanese folklore:

it is usual for a female junior to ask the senior male student she likes for his button. if the male student likes her too, he may give her his button. some popular male students may receive many requests from female students, but he will give his second button to the girl he likes the the most, and the other buttons to the other girls. the significance of the second button is that it is located closest to one’s heart.

[sacklerscumrag]

‘Tis The Damn Season

Request :)

hi my love! I’m taking you up on a request if that’s ok! I know you just wrote Clyde but I love when you write him so if you want to do something with either the “You have no idea how much I want you right now” prompt or “It’s cold, you should take my jacket” prompt that’d be wonderful! (It can be smutty too😉)

@adamdsolo

One of the most beautiful souls I know. This girl ya’ll. Every time I post she’s right there being so fucking amazing and I honestly don’t know if I would still be writing without her unending love and support :) I love you so so much Laur, you and your friendship mean the world to me. I hope you like this little story! <3

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Clyde Logan X Female Reader

Prompts: “You have no idea how much I want you right now” + “It’s cold, you should take my jacket” 

Warnings: vaginal fingering, fluff, semi-public foreplay

Word Count: 934

AO3

Wintry trees decorated in twinkling lights and various clamorous carnival rides adorned the annual Christmas Boone County fair. Though the air bared only the coolness, you remained warm at Clyde's side. Gently nestled into the crook of his arm as he kept you close. It had been almost a year to the date since you met Clyde; having had your first date at this very fair, it seemed only fitting that you would return for your anniversary.

"Have I told ya how beautiful ya look tonight?"

"Only about a hundred time since we left the house."

"Well, then I'll say it again." He tightened his grip on your waist, making you giggle. "It's cold, ya should take my jacket." Clyde stopped and turned to face you.

"I'm fine, baby, I promise." You said. Giving him a reassuring smile and pulling him close to you once again, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Your whole body tingled at the feeling of his large frame pressed up against yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned into you. A wave of warmth washed over you once you felt the softness of his lips on yours.

Clyde interlocked his fingers with yours as you continued to make your way through the fair, occasionally taking a moment to bring the back of your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss here and there. He loved to watch the way your face lit up at every Christmas decoration you passed.

"What do ya wanna do first, darlin?" Clyde asked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Anythin ya want." You took a moment to look around at the bustling crowd surrounding the rides and eagerly took his hand to drag him, knowing precisely what you wanted to do.

"Photobooth? Ya sure?" You made your way up to the photo booth behind all of the snack carts, away from the crowds.

"Oh, please, Clyde! We don't get enough pictures together. Plus, the lines are too long for the rides right now, so we have some time to kill." You gushed, holding his hand with both of yours, your entire hand wrapping around only three of his massive fingers. Clyde saw your pleading eyes looking up at him, making him weak at the knees. How was he ever supposed to say no to you? He finally nodded, opening up the small door to the booth for you to head inside.

Neither of you accounted for Clyde's large frame in the booth, so he made himself comfortable on the seat as you settled on his lap. His metal hand wrapped around your waist while his flesh one rested on your thigh.

It wasn't long before the pictures began; you and Clyde posed for each one. And just before the last photo was taken, you pulled Clyde in for a searing kiss, not pulling away even after the flash went off. You cupped the side of his face, parting your lips as the tender caress of his tongue made you sink deeper into the kiss.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now." Clyde's voice was low, filled with lust. Biting your lip, you looked down at him, a sparkle in your eyes at his seductive tone. "I have an idea." He hummed softly into your lips, tapping your leg so you could swing it over to straddle him. Once you settled back on his lap, for a second, your mouth brushed his, taking his lower lip into your mouth before releasing it with a pop. Your breath hitched when he began to kiss and nip at the overly delicate skin on your neck and shoulders, his hands already working on unbuttoning your jeans as he whispered to you. "Let me take care of you, darlin." The warmth of his breath on your cool skin, sending a shiver through your body.

Your hands tangled in his dark locks when his hands slid into your jeans, past your lace panties, and skimmed over your folds, gathering up the slick. Slowly, he slipped two thick fingers into your cunt, making you groan at the stretch as his thumb rubbed lazy circles around your clit.

You cried out when you felt him plunge a third finger into you without warning. Clyde began to pump his fingers at a faster pace, feeling your cunt pulsate around him, fluttering as he curled his fingers towards that tender spot inside of you. Your clit throbbed, aching for attention as you began to gyrate your hips on him, desperate to feel more.

"Fuck baby, ya look so fucking good fuckin yerself on ma fingers. God, I wanna feel ya cum all over em." Clyde moaned along with you, spurring you on to your own release. His thumb worked your clit as the knot in your core felt like it was going to burst.

"Clyde, I'm going to-I'm about to-" Throwing your head back and arching your back, you sobbed as your vision went dark, your cunt clenching around his fingers, soaking his hand in your release. Clyde wrapped his mechanical arm around you, holding you in place while soothing you, whispering soft praises as your body went limp from the intensity of your orgasm. You lifted your head to lay on his shoulder, still trying to catch your breath as he ran his hand up and down your back.

"We gotta come to this photobooth more often." Clyde hummed softly, making you both chuckle. "Now, let's get ya home. Gotta have ya makin those pretty sounds fer me all night."

[kyun-toast]

[Monsta X] My Funny Valentine

a/n: I’m a little late to the v-day party

Shownu

classic as they come: favourite flowers waiting for you in the passenger of his black bentley; city views from the 100th floor; tom ford suit and tie, heels and chanel rouge; hand firm on your waist; dinner by candlelight; plates of decadent desserts; boxes wrapped in thick paper and red satin bows; tucking your hair behind your ear to place the softest kiss on your cheekbone, a gentleman’s honour.

Wonho

clandestine cake club: the smell of burnt sugar filling the air; perfect bed hair; back hugs in the kitchen; kissing chocolate from your lips; flour on his brow; gold-rimmed glasses slipping down your nose as you stir thick cream; lips the flavour of raspberries, figs, and spices; sugar-coated clichés so sweet you wouldn’t ever mind if they’re with him.

Minhyuk

painter’s palette: wearing his white shirt; lips stained by a bottle of your favourite red; paint on your fingertips and smudges on your face; moonlight shining on your art; canvases filled with secret meanings only you two know; polaroids scattered on the coffee table; smiling into your kisses as you make a pretty mess on the living room floor.

Kihyun

songbird: a dimly lit studio; sat in the comfort of his hoodie scented by a dark amber cologne; divided by the thick glass of the recording booth; a song written just for you, his muse; a file stored away under the name ‘my valentine’; softly lit candles that smell just like him; you lock eyes with his that silently express – i adore you.

Hyungwon

rose garden daydream: warm winter sunlight; silk robes and lace shorts; roses adorn every space on your floor; soft rustlings in the kitchen; the sweetest breakfast on your balcony; strawberry kisses; long hair covering his sleepy eyes and sleepy smiles; fingers tangled together in the morning sun; your very own michelangelo, the centrepiece of your rose garden.

Jooheon

night arcade: pure laughter that can only arise from the deepest parts of your chests; neon lights blinking in the night; sharing a slushie from two straws, faces so close you’re almost kissing; winner’s tokens exchanged for heart-shaped lollipops; giant plushies you can barely fit your arms around; lips meeting behind the secrecy of the photobooth curtain, youth captured in four black and white pictures.

Changkyun

whiskey blues: deep purple velvet seats and low hanging lights; slow sips from crystal glasses; a live jazz band narrating your night; the bittersweet pairing of a macallan 18 with crème brulée on your tongue; hushed voices exchanging sweet nothings; margiela’s by the fireplace staining the air at your every move; a dark twinkling in his eyes as you exchange your darkest secrets.

[themurphyzone]

PatB Oneshot: Every Rose Has Thorns and Petals

Summary: Brain’s plan is simple: create a Valentine card with a message that the world should adore him as their new ruler. But he needs extra help in coming up with a catchy message to rein in the consumers for the outer cover. And who better to help than the expert of all things amour?

AN: I decided to see if I could write a good Suavo. Enjoy! Warning for terribly cheesy flirting. I don’t typically write this genre XD

This borrows from the HC that Pinky can still do the Suavo persona.

Written for Valentine's Day/Suavo Sunday. I regret everything.

AO3 Link

At last, a new plan came to fruition! With Valentine’s Day looming upon them with its chocolate-coated fangs and sickly sweet aroma, people would be flocking to grocery stores everywhere to purchase giant teddy bears they could barely carry around and heart-shaped boxes of gourmet chocolate. But most lucrative of all, they would buy Valentine cards with the most obnoxious lovestruck messages that were far cheesier than Pinky’s cheesecake.

Everything clicked into place. The slightly larger than average dimensions of a Valentine’s card. Various red and pink hues for the envelopes. Colorful images with hearts, roses, and Pinky on the front cover (for Pinky met all of the scientific criteria that triggered one’s protective instincts). And on the inside, an image of Brain standing on the world in royal regalia with a message declaring that all the world shall adore him as their new leader.

But there was a single, glaring flaw to his otherwise brilliant plan.

He could not come up with a ridiculous phrase for the outside cover. It had to be eye-catching, humorous, or corny enough to grab a customer’s attention. He stared at the smiling picture of Pinky for several minutes, then gave in.

Pinky was the expert in all things ridiculous after all.

“Life is the road I wanna keep going! Love is a river and I wanna keep going ooonnnn!” Pinky sang along to his playlist, leading a Barbie doll in a tender waltz.

And it was best to interrupt before Pinky’s playlist reached My Heart Will Go On. That sappy 90s love ballad was on there. He was not striking the King of the World pose until he was actually king of the world, but that assertion hadn’t gotten through Pinky’s cotton-stuffed head yet.

Brain grabbed the prototype card and pencil, marching up to the windowsill where Pinky and Barbie danced under the evening sky. The sun lowered, the moon rose, and the first twinkling stars poked out, signifying the beginning of another night.

The phone was propped against a wall, and Brain smacked the image of Anastasia and Dmitri dancing to stop the song as he passed by. Pinky continued to hum, dipping Barbie low enough that her blonde hair touched the windowsill. His eyes were half-lidded, tail swishing to an invisible beat. Though there was no music, his rhythm was steady and his feet never missed a step.

It was mesmerizing. Pinky danced with all the grace of a professional ballerina.

He pricked his finger on a sharp point of the prototype card, and the poke brought Brain back to reality. Right. No distractions.

“Hiya, Brain! Zort!”

Dear Archimedes there were otherworldly blue eyes right in front of his face.  

Startled, Brain leapt back and swung his pencil defensively. There was a muffled narf as the eraser end went into Pinky’s mouth. Once the initial shock passed, Pinky giggled and nibbled on the eraser, several rubbery shavings poking out between his teeth.  

Brain took a deep breath, trying to calm his too-fast heartbeat.

“Quit slobbering on my erasers, Pinky,” Brain snapped. He removed his pencil from Pinky’s mouth, wrinkling his nose at the saliva-coated eraser. He tossed it aside, and the pencil skittered across the counter and onto the floor.

“But they taste so good!” Pinky licked his lips. “Especially with a pinch of dryer lint. That way you get fluff and chewiness in one single fantastic bite!”

Sometimes he truly worried for the state of Pinky’s digestive tract. For now, it was best to change the topic entirely. “As much as I’d love to debate the intricacies of your exotic cuisine, I require some of your eccentric expertise for my latest plan,” Brain said, setting the prototype card on the counter.

Pinky’s tail and ears perked up. A predictable reaction, but reliable all the same.

While Pinky put Barbie away, Brain retrieved a new pencil. There were few writing utensils that weren’t chewed up by a bored employee or Pinky for fun, and it wouldn’t be long before Brain would have to acquire more.

“I gotta help Brain now, Barbie. Thanks for sharing a dance with me! Those ballroom dance classes are really paying off!” Pinky chirped, waving to the inanimate Barbie, who now sat in a pink plastic convertible next to a shirtless Ken doll. He peeked inside the card and clasped his hands together, holding them against his cheek dreamily. “Awww, Brain! This is gonna be so romantic!”

“The very atmosphere I intend to create with these mass-produced cards, Pinky,” Brain replied. “However, while I have all the elements of your typical Valentine card alongside an additional message that will aid us in our conquest, I haven’t worked out one essential component yet.”

He closed the card and tapped the empty speech bubble next to Pinky’s image.

Pinky tilted his head. “You haven’t figured out how to make single people buy your cards yet?”

Drat. He hadn’t considered those outliers.

“Then we’ll just have to infiltrate the postal service,” Brain said, mentally congratulating himself on correcting that error quickly. “But before we implement the plan, I need a Valentine phrase for this speech bubble. A saying that will entice the average infatuated consumer and hook them into purchasing my cards alone. And since you lean heavily toward the sentimental and saccharine…well, this is where I require your assistance.”

“The sentimental and the saccharine?” Pinky echoed. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that soap opera, Brain. What channel is it on?”

Brain opened his notebook and found an empty page, poised to jot down Pinky’s suggestions. “The real life channel. Don’t be concerned about missing it, Pinky. It’s on 24/7 all year long. But I digress. The sooner I find a phrase, the sooner we’ll have the world!”

Pinky tapped his foot in thought, the tip of his tongue poking out like he truly believed protruding tongues had the power to magically grant ideas. For all Brain knew, Pinky probably believed that.

Then Pinky snapped his fingers. “I got it! How ‘bout ‘be mine, valentine’?”

“Too cliché,” Brain muttered. A million Valentine cards would already have similar phrasing. They didn’t have time to seize control of a greeting card factory. “Not unique enough.”

Although the valentine bit wasn’t particularly directed toward him, his grip on the pencil slackened, the tip leaving a graphite smudge along the margins. He quickly turned the pencil around and erased it, hoping Pinky didn’t catch onto his brief moment of inattention.  

Fortunately, Pinky didn’t notice. “Alrighty then. Hmmm…you’re the sour cream to my cheese-slathered potato?”

“…I’ll save it for a last resort.”

Well, he asked for unique. But sour cream didn’t particularly invoke strong Valentine feelings. Idioms that involved sweet foods with enough sugar to induce diabetes in an elephant would be better, and he made a quick note to the side.

“I turtle-y adore you?” Pinky suggested, his blue eyes sparkling accordingly.

Brain felt a light blush settling over his cheeks, and he rubbed his fur to rid himself of the mortifying feeling. “Doesn’t match your picture. And no animal puns unless they involve mice.”

Pinky rubbed his chin, not one to be easily deterred. “There’s gotta be some good ones on the Internet.”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Pinky,” Brain sighed. He sat cross-legged on the counter, massaging his forehead to intercept any headaches before they began. “Figured we should’ve gone with the photobooth plan. It’s your fault for influencing my subconscious with your caterwauling over The Princess Bride’s movie adaptation.”

“Troz! I’ll have you know Princess Buttercup and Westley have great chemistry!” Pinky pouted.

Brain rolled his eyes. “Please. They’re about as compatible as two noble gases.”

Pinky went quiet after that. Whether he’d gone off into the imaginary world of talking cheeses or taken unusually great offense on the lead couple’s behalf, Brain wasn’t sure. But the silence obliged, and Brain took the opportunity to ponder their next course of action.

Take a risk and use one of Pinky’s earlier suggestions? Scrap the plan entirely and pull one from storage? Seek a second opinion?  

Then Pinky gasped, his tail pointing high in the air like an inverted exclamation point.

“Brain, are you pondering what I’m pondering?” Pinky asked, gripping Brain’s shoulders in excitement.

Brain leaned back, supporting himself on the palms of his hands. “We break out the Feldman disguises and ask Mr. Sultana for his opinion on what a hypothetical Valentine card should say?”

“I’m sure he’s got a bunch of good ones, but that’s not it,” Pinky said. “Actually, I oughta slip into something more…in-character. I’ll be right back!”

Pinky skipped away, humming as he went over to his dress-up box in the corner of their cage. He pulled a divider around himself so that all Brain could see was a shadowy silhouette rummaging through clothing and accessories.

Brain continued to ponder, though no feasible ideas were coming to him. He closed his eyes, shutting out all visual forms of distraction. He listened to Pinky dressing in the cage, but it was more white noise than a true hindrance.

Five minutes later, he still had nothing. But there was something…different.

A tantalizing scent. Not overly sharp, though just light enough that he couldn’t identify it with confidence. And he wanted to know more.

It wasn’t fruit or soap. Nor was it vanilla, like the scented candles Pinky loved so much.

Something smooth snaked its way under his nose, brushing the fur above his lips. The scent was closer now. His nose twitched.

“ACHOO!”

Startled by the force of his sudden sneeze, Brain’s eyes flew open. He rubbed his nose to wipe off the lingering sensation, staring down at Pinky’s long tail, which sat unassumingly in his lap. The tip was wrapped around the stem of a small red rose.

The tail lifted, rubbing against the fur under Brain’s chin. Brain felt his cheeks heat up again, and he quickly batted the offending appendage away.

“Pinky, you’re not helping my state of-“ Brain began, ready to launch into a verbal tirade on how he needed to think and if Pinky wasn’t going to help then he could make like a mitotic cell and split…and then he saw a very familiar, perhaps all too-familiar, lavender tuxedo with an overstuffed dark purple…something underneath.

He couldn’t tell if it was a shirt, vest, or pincushion. A gold button glinted in the middle of Pinky’s chest.

Gulping, Brain knew the mysterious article of clothing was the least of his concerns. He forced himself to look up, gaze raking past the slender neck and toward half-lidded, coy blue eyes. A sophisticated mustache poked out from each side of Pinky’s muzzle. And he was genteel, charismatic…

Suave.  

Pinky’s ability to play a character to perfection never ceased to astound him. He still remembered? Brain had long destroyed the Personalitron and its blueprints, deeming them unnecessary and cumbersome.

“Pardonnez-moi, you with the giant head and marshmallow body are seeking the passionate advice of I, the great Pinky…Suavvvo-“ he drawled every syllable with that odd French accent, r’s rolling off his tongue like smooth butter “-for your…ah, Saint Valentine card, no?”  

Fu—choose your words wisely—I mean, dear name of a historical contributor to the scientific or mathematical field who I can’t identify properly at this time.

“I fail to see how playing dress-up is going to help with this conundrum, Pinky Suavo.” Brain stood up and crossed his arms. He wasn’t about to let the Suavo persona sway him. He was the Brain, and he bowed to no one.

Exert control over the situation. Yes. That’s what he needed.

Suavo plucked the rose from his tail between two practiced fingers, inhaling its scent deeply. Where did he even get that rose from? The lab wasn’t growing flora for any reason, nor did any scientist have the green thumb to care for anything so fragile.

“Oh, but love is always…how did you say, a conundrum, is it not?” he purred, and Brain scowled. But Suavo was unperturbed. “One may pluck the petals from a pretty flower and ask if one loves or loves not, yet how will one know if they ask the flower and not the lover? Oh, I do not know.”

His voice dipped into a lower, softer register, and a strange sensation traveled up Brain’s spine. Though the riddle seemed directed at him, he wasn’t in the mood to unravel any cryptic meanings.

Just like before, Suavo’s magnetism was…hypnotizing. Like he had no choice but to do what Pinky Suavo said. And wasn’t that ironic? He, the Brain, as the hapless follower instead of the commanding leader.

Suavo appeared oblivious to Brain’s internal dilemma. He simply set the rose back into his tail and twirled one curled end of the mustache around his finger, humming a dreamy, sentimental song to himself. He was waiting on Brain in the most irritating fashion possible.

But if he wanted this plan to work, he’d just have to tolerate Pinky’s attempt at resolving his predicament.

“Pinky Suavo,” Brain sighed, forcing all his pride back. Suavo turned to him, his eyes still in that odd half-lidded position. “Is that overstuffed pincushion actually giving you ideas for the card?”

“Of course, mon ami.” Suavo slicked his ears and fur tuft back with a smooth, graceful stroke of his hand. “For it is he, who is I, who is the connoisseur of…ammooooouuuur.”

Brain grabbed his notepad and pencil, his stomach doing odd backflips like butterflies had somehow burrowed their way into his flesh and laid eggs there. He was not paying attention to Suavo’s hand movements. No, the eye was just naturally drawn to movement. That’s how it worked.

Besides, he was looking at the same being who once managed to get all his fingers and tail tangled up in a complicated cat’s cradle.

Suavo clicked his tongue, deftly plucking the items out of Brain’s grip. “No, no, you silly mouse. You cannot experience amour through pen and paper alone. You must feel it, see it, hear it. For it is everywhere and anywhere you search…if only you would use those big ears of yours.”

Brain gritted his teeth and jumped for his supplies, but Suavo simply held them out of reach with one long arm. All Brain could manage was a tiny hop. It wasn’t getting him anywhere.

So he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.

“I’m listening, Pinky Suavo,” Brain said, hoping he sounded at least a little cordial. “I believe the colloquial is, I’m all ears?”

A pleased smile flitted across Suavo’s face, his arm lowering.

Perfect.

Then Brain threw himself forward, digging his hands and feet into Suavo’s clothing and hauling himself towards the notepad and pencil. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to grip. Suavo stumbled a bit, but he refused to yield. Brain grabbed a fabric fold on Suavo’s right shoulder. He was so close-

-and a red nose pushed into his own. Warm, mint-scented breath tickled the fur on his face.

“You know, it is more, ah, polite to take a mouse to dinner before you begin climbing him, is it not?” Suavo crooned.

Brain’s ears flopped against his back, a warm sensation sweeping through his body. His clammy paws lost their grip on Suavo’s clothing, and he would’ve fallen entirely if Suavo’s free arm hadn’t wrapped around his waist and secured him with a strong yet gentle grip.

In hindsight, perhaps his attempt at reclaiming his belongings was ill-thought out.

Perhaps it was for the best that the arm was covered by fabric, but at the same time, some irrational thought of wanting Pinky’s fur against his own wormed its way into his mind.  

Suavo set the notepad and pen down with care, dipping Brain in the process. Brain clutched the fabric tightly, but it was unnecessary. Suavo’s embrace was strong enough to prevent him from landing on his head. Then Suavo straightened up, once again plucking the rose from his tail and holding it next to Brain.  

“Oh, now this is…magnifique,” Suavo murmured, his eyes darting from the rose to Brain’s face. Though Brain tried to maintain eye contact to make his displeasure known, his resolve was quickly crumbling away. Surely it was the close proximity, the thumb stroking his fur, that was picking apart all rational thought and leaving some hormone-driven creature behind?

“What?” Brain asked, and he inwardly cringed. His voice wasn’t working properly. He’d meant to sound more demanding than that pathetic excuse of a question.

“Your eyes, mon ami, are just a few shades lighter this rose,” Suavo said. Brain stared at him in disbelief. Comparing eyes to flowers, or worse, gemstones, was just ridiculous.

And your comparison of Pinky’s aesthetically pleasing eyes to the wild blue yonder above isn’t?

Brain ignored the contemptuous voice. That was completely different. The sky was neither a flower nor a gemstone, and therefore it wasn’t off-limits. Besides, it was a thought for him and him alone. It’s not like anyone else was going to hear it.

“You are but a deer mouse in the headlights. Yet there is no need to hide under a thorny layer,” Suavo hummed, tilting his head curiously. Deliberately. How strange. Even the slightest movement was mesmerizing. His fingers traveled up the flower stem, until his hand rested underneath the petals, supporting the tiny rose in the palm of his hand. “A rosebush may scratch and prick, yet the great Pinky Suavo cannot be swayed. For there’s a pretty bloom hidden in the darkness, and he is who moi shall…shall…NARF!”

Shocked by the return of the nonsensical exclamation, Brain lost his hold on Pinky Suavo’s clothing. He fell onto the counter surface with a pained groan. The hard material wasn’t doing wonders for the bends in his tail.

Something fluttered against his nose, causing Brain to sneeze again. He removed the offending object, and found himself staring down at the rose he’d been teased with. If he ignored the heavy-handed rose imagery Suavo kept spouting, it was rather adequate for a specimen.

“Narf! Zort! Poit! Egad!” Pinky laughed uncontrollably between his usual tics, uttering them at such a fast rate that they started to blend together like a tongue twister. “Ooh, I haven’t—troz! Haven’t said narf in a long time! But it’s poit—it’s okay cause you needed my help!”

Idiot.

Brain sighed and pushed himself to a standing position, then placed the rose on his notepad so Pinky could reclaim it later.

Now that he thought about it, Pinky hadn’t said any of his favorite syllables in his Suavo persona. Of course, they’d been replaced by stupid love poetry and gratuitous French, but the narfs and poits and zorts were rather refreshing.

Odd. He never thought he’d actually miss Pinky’s…unique diction.

“Pinky, were you actively suppressing your usual speech patterns in your strange form of assistance?” Brain asked. He couldn’t help his curiosity.

“Zort! Oh Brain, I’m not nearly as good as suppressing things like you are!” Pinky’s chortles continued as Brain grabbed his wrist and led him straight to the water bottle in their cage. “Besides—narf! Besides, I had to stay in character!”

“Remind me to never have you play a villain for any future plans revolving around cinema,” Brain grumbled.

Pinky’s tail happily flicked against Brain’s own. Though the imbecile was just swishing it around mindlessly, the brief physical contact suddenly brought back that very odd, warm sensation.

Curse this heightened sensitivity! It’s only a principle of thermodynamics and heat transfer!  

“Brain, are you okay? Poit,” Pinky asked as Brain made him sit down in front of the water bottle. “You’re all woozy and whirlywindy. And white and red all over like a newspaper!”

“I’m f-fine,” Brain said. He was absolutely not relying on Pinky for balance. “Just drink, Pinky. And take off those silly clothes when you’re done.”

Pinky stared, not comprehending anything Brain said, but that was normal for him. Then he started to laugh, and only then did Brain realize he needed to watch his word choice, especially around a certain someone, because of course his fluff-filled mind would misconstrue it.

“Not like that!” Brain spat.

Pinky tipped onto his back, legs kicking upwards as his high-pitched laughter continued to assault Brain’s ears.

For the sake of his own sanity, he left Pinky to his own devices and stormed over to the nearest sink. He pushed on the tap for cold water until he’d created his own miniature waterfall, then hopped right in. He welcomed the cascade over his body.

As long as it pushed his homeostasis in the opposite direction, he was fine with resembling a drowned rat for now.

o-o-o-o-o

The plan failed before it ever took off. Brain had been so distracted that he’d failed to notice the lab was completely out of colored ink, rendering the copy machines completely useless.

He’d gone with the ‘you’re the sour cream to my potatoes’ message for the front cover, formatting it into the speech bubble in an elegant cursive font. Though it wasn’t conventional by any means, he simply considered it again since no other suggestions were forthcoming.

But at the same time, part of him wasn’t keen on allowing the masses to lay eyes on the Valentine card.

It seemed special. Unexplainably so.

“Brain?” Pinky called. His verbal tics had long gone back to their normal frequency. “Aren’t we taking over the world tonight?”

Brain shook his head, relieved that he finally had control over his body again. “Not tonight, Pinky. I’m afraid I’ve been prematurely thwarted by the lack of inventory in this lab.”

“Oh, you don’t have to be afraid, Brain,” Pinky said. Gone were Suavo’s clothing and mustache, and Pinky’s lean, muscular arms were on full display as he folded them across his chest. “I’ll protect you from Tory.”

It was an unnecessary gesture, but Brain couldn’t help but be touched by the admission all the same. Brain made a show of carefully placing the card into storage, just so he could distract himself momentarily.  

When he finished his task, he found Pinky holding an elegant paper rose, crafted meticulously with purple tissue paper. A light blush settled over Brain’s cheeks as he accepted the gift from Pinky, whose blue eyes shone brightly as Brain ran his fingers over the soft petals.

“Thank you, Pinky,” Brain said gratefully, and he resisted the urge to rush off immediately and place the paper rose with his globe keychain, another gift from his dearest friend.

“You’re welcome!” Pinky smiled, and Brain’s heart beat faster. Then Pinky’s gaze flicked to the TV screen, and Brain figured he was about to be roped into watching a cheesy love story unfold. “Brain, can we watch Beauty and the Beast please? With those special Valentine M&M’s and chocolate-coated popcorn? I saw a whole bunch in the kitchen! Narf!”  

Well…he could’ve suggested worse. At least this one was tolerable.

And it’s been a while since they’d watched a movie together.  

“Get everything set up, Pinky,” Brain ordered. “I’ll join you when I’m finished with my own tasks.”

Pinky saluted and scampered into the kitchen, grabbing the rose he’d held in his Suavo persona along the way. He sang at the top of his lungs, though he’d forgotten most of the actual words and replaced them with a series of narfs and portmanteaus. Once Pinky was sufficiently distracted, Brain moved his notepad and pen over to the TV, then laid the paper rose over it.

He heard the crinkle of a bag followed by the sound of M&M’s being poured into a bowl. Pinky would be back any minute.

Brain knocked his head against the side of a wall.

Calm yourself. Pinky believes pebbles are precious gifts. You’ll be fine. Probably.

Slowly, he approached the drawer where he’d kept his hidden present. Sifting through several sheets of paper covered with complex formulas he’d deliberately placed in there to ward off Pinky, he found the sunflower pen he’d carefully hidden towards the back.

It wasn’t exactly…traditional for a Valentine’s gift. Simple blue ink with a green body and tipped with a bright yellow sunflower.

But it was bright. And colorful. Like Pinky.

More importantly, it was practical.

Brain’s ears twitched, and he heard the whirring of the VCR as Pinky popped in the movie. Brain debated leaving the pen and presenting it after the movie, but he didn’t want to procrastinate either. Otherwise it would be impossible to enjoy their activity.

Well, he could just drop it in Pinky’s lap. And snatch up some popcorn so his actions wouldn’t be too conspicuous. He climbed out of the drawer, holding the pen behind his back.

A preview for The Little Mermaid began to play. Pinky was enraptured by the animated marine animals. He seemed so happy.

Maybe he should reconsider. Valentine items would be discounted next week. He could just hold off and give a belated…what was he thinking? Valentine’s was just another day to turn profit!

The paper rose was sitting right there. No…Valentine’s meant something to Pinky. Like Christmas.

“Goody, you’re back, Brain!” Pinky cheered, stuffing two pink M&M’s into his mouth. The large bowl beside him was overflowing with chocolate. “It’s not raining inside, but I love your parasol! Where’d you buy it?”

A parasol?

He glanced up at the sunflower. Oh. So there was a resemblance to a parasol, he supposed. If one viewed it at a certain angle, that is.

“It’s a pen. Not a parasol. Take it,” Brain said, holding out the sunflower pen.

Pinky didn’t take it.

Instead, he made a joyful noise and crushed Brain with a flying embrace. Brain dropped the pen in surprise as Pinky’s entire body curled around him, feet off the ground. Brain had to support all his weight, Pinky’s warm fur brushing against his own.

“I love it! Loveitloveitloveit! Thanks, Brain!” Pinky squealed, happy tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“You’re welcome, Pinky,” Brain murmured as Pinky nuzzled his cheek. “Now get off. I require my lungs. And heart. And my digestive system.”

Pinky didn’t get off until the Disney fanfare to herald the beginning of the movie began to play. Then he quieted down immediately, rolling the sunflower pen so that it rested across his lap.

“…happy Valentine’s Day,” Brain whispered, nibbling on a red M&M.

Pinky smiled back, teeth flecked with bits of chocolate. He shushed Brain, not wanting him to interrupt the opening narration.

As the enchanted rose appeared onscreen, Brain stroked the soft tissue paper of Pinky’s beautiful creation. Then he set it aside and reached for some popcorn.

His world was here. And there was nothing more he wanted.

Fun fact: the original name for this fic was going to be Suavo Valentino, but the current title was a last minute change cause somehow I just wrote a lot about roses.

Another change: The Princess Bride bit was originally a dig at High School Musical and how Disney Channel has bad romance in general, but since that was mid 2000s I changed it so this story could reasonably fit in the 90s.

Suavo’s lines...were interesting. I couldn’t stop laughing at how dumb some of them were though.

Brain’s got it bad here. Save him.

Are the roses corny? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Maybe. Possibly.

[woozisnoots]

so will i | choi seungcheol

° pairing: seungcheol x reader ° genre: fluff, angst, overall bittersweet ° summary: it’s the last day of summer you and seungcheol will have together before he leaves to study abroad ° word count: 719 ° warnings: none ° song: ‘so will i’ by ben platt -  listen

a tct summer collection! 

masterlist!

you lay on your side, sinking your body into the sheets of the bed. the moon and the stars brightens the room, illuminating a beam of light through the bedroom window. 

from where you are, you examine the pictures, clothes, and knick knacks displayed in the view in front of you. to the left, you see his letterman jacket, neatly hung up next to the window. you remember from the start of freshman year, you were reluctantly dragged to all his games. but during this past year, you would have never guessed you’d be the one to wear his jersey. 

just below the window sat his desk where frankly, not a lot of work actually got done. instead you remember all the times you would sit on his lap to get his attention away from whatever video game was playing on his computer screen. and that was only half of what you did all summer long. 

other than the occasional rolled up twix wrappers, his room was clean. the only things left were the pictures plastered on the wall and the few that were framed on his desk. some of them you know were already packed, stored inside his suitcase. 

even though you were always keen on him keeping his room nice and tidy, the cleanliness of his room now only reminds you of how lonesome times will be when he leaves. 

you didn’t learn about the details until you started to question why he, all of a sudden, wanted to do everything with you. right when summer started, he was banging on your front door, snacks in hand and was ready to either stay indoors or take you out on a drive. every single day, there was a plan.

you were pleasantly surprised at first. seungcheol was never the type to pamper his loved ones in such an extravagant manner. you liked his simple gestures of affection. a kiss on the forehand. a letter signed with his name. a pinky promise. but who didn’t love a little pampering here and there? 

but here and there turned into every which way possible. dates weren’t the same, kisses seemed forced, and the days got tiring. 

if only you had known sooner that seungcheol was going away for his first semester in college, almost neverland far away.  

no, you didn’t fight over it. once you found out, you knew better than to yell at him for something he was only trying to savor what he could of your relationship. so you guys made the most out of it. picnics, beaches, dinners, movies, photobooths, carnivals, roadstrips. as tiring as it was, you would rather hold on to seungcheol as long as you could than letting him slowly slip away.

you stay laying on your side, watching the moon somehow move closer and the stars twinkle brighter. as you close you close to wish on an imaginary shooting star, you feel the other side of bed start to sink. a faint smile creeps upon your face before turning your body around.

seungcheol looked incredible with the moonlight shining against him. it’s a sight you have engraved in your mind. his elevated cheekbones, his dark chocolate brown eyes, his pink plump pigmented lips. you curse to yourself knowing this will only make you miss him more. 

he grabs your hand, guiding it so you’re cupping his face. you feel the damp skin on his cheek and slowly start to realize the slight redness in his eyes. 

“i know you’re worried,” he softly whispers, barely even audible. “but no matter what happens here, know that i’ll always be there by your side.” a tear falls down his cheek, a hiccup escaping his lips. 

you caress his neck before pulling his head towards you, engulfing his cries in your chest. you maneuver your hand carefully away from his embrace and find its way under the pillow you both shared. seungcheol lifts his head up slightly to look down at the object you had placed between you two. 

his lips quiver at the sight, his forearm now barely enough to hold him up right. in all your years, you wouldn’t think such a gesture would affect him so much. 

a kiss on the forehand. a letter signed with your name. a pinky promise.

“and so will i.”

[yespolkadotkitty]

Merry Christmas, Jaskier

@whenrainbowsend​ , this is for you. Happy Christmas and I hope you enjoy your @thewitchersecretsanta​ gift!

Words:  1300  ~ Pairing: Jaskier x Geralt of Rivia ~ Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff.

Read on AO3 here

Christmas.

For years, Christmas had meant:

-His shitty apartment above Roach’s stable.

-Christmas TV.

-Waking up alone, usually hungover.

-Scouring the usual boards for bail bondsman work. Finding some, jumping in the car. Dragging a criminal into an empty lock-up manned by one surly cop.

-Or finding no work, getting antsy, and going for a hike, for something to do.

It’d been..... Lonely.

But for the first time - things would be different.

For the first time since they’d..... gotten together, Jaskier was coming for Christmas.

Geralt leaned against the kitchen doorway of his new apartment (much less shitty than the previous one, with an adjoining stable) and watched with amusement as Jaskier carted the sixth box into the living room.

A room that Jask lit up even when he was’t here. He’d set up photos of the two of them - everything from their first night out together, when Jaskier had presented a non-plussed Geralt with a faux-distressed Jaskier and the Dandelions UK Tour 2019 t-shirt, to last month when they’d toured the London Winter Wonderland together and Jaskier had tugged them both into one of those tourist-trap photobooths.

Geralt would never admit it out loud but that picture was his favourite.

“And what’s in this one?”

Jaskier tossed a look over his shoulder. “Lights.”

“That’s what you said about the second box.”

“Different sort of lights, Geralt. Gods, you really haven’t had Christmas for years, have you? Poor baby.” He set the box down and crossed the room to Geralt, cupping his face and kissing him square on the mouth.

Geralt scowled.

Jaskier grinned. “That’s better.” He patted Geralt’s cheek and then went back to the boxes, bending over at an angle that absolutely flattered his ass.

Geralt sighed.

Over the next forty minutes, Geralt admired the view as Jaskier erected a six foot tree from a box.

“Need a hand?”

“No. No,” Jaskier repeated when Geralt tried to help. “Let me give you this, Geralt. Enjoy it. Let someone do something nice for you.”

“Oh, because you never do nice things for me,” Geralt drawled.

Jaskier just sent him a winning grin, and so, as usual, Geralt let the bard have his way.

What a musician like Jaskier, who regularly sold out stadiums, wanted with a tired bail bondsman with him was anyone’s guess, but Geralt had learned not to question it. With the force that was Jaskier, you didn’t prepare.You simply strapped in for the ride.

The tree glittered with tiny pinprick lights in soft gold. The branches might have been plastic, but with that diffused lighting, the artfully arranged pine cones and dried orange slices - where the fuck did Jask get this crap? - and ribbons and snowflakes, hell if it didn’t look right out of the forest.

Jaskier leaned up on his tip-toes to place a wooden star covered in glitter and who else knew what on the top of the tree, then paused.

“Would you like to do it?”

“Do what.”

“Put the star on. Come on Geralt, were you born or did you crawl out from under a rock?”

Geralt sighed, crossed the room to the tree that was very nearly as tall as him. “Okay. Give it here.”

“Wait, I want to document this. For posterity.”

“I’ll give you posterity.” Geralt held out his hand. “Give. It. Here.”

Jaskier held up a finger. “Wait, you big grumpy bear.” He tugged his iPhone from his pocket and flipped the camera on, then placed the star in Geralt’s palm. “Ready.”

Geralt stepped forward and, without having to stretch at all, placed the star on the top two, sticky-up branches of the tree, and then looked at the camera.

“Smile then!” Jaskier groused.

Geralt smiled obediently.

“Now what do we do?”

“I’m glad you asked!” Jaskier slid his phone back in the pocket of his charmingly distressed jeans. Why he paid top dollar to have someone else artfully rip his jeans, Geralt would never understand. “Now we eat mince pies and look at the twinkling lights.”

Geralt dropped on the enormous leather sofa (his choice, Jaskier would have plumped for velvet) just as the bard swept out of the kitchen area with a silver platter bearing two mince pies dusted with sugar.

“Sweet mince,” Geralt said doubtfully.

“I repeat. Have you been living under a rock? Try it, you’ll like it.” He dropped down next to Geralt and lifted a pie to the bondsman’s lips. “Go on.”

Taking a bite, Geralt found himself smiling as the sweet and tart flavours of the seasonal treat exploded on his tongue. The pastry was buttery and crumbly and he took another bite from Jaskier’s hands as soon as he could.

The tree twinkled by the big window of his apartment, he had delicious pie in his mouth and the man he loved at his side.

This Christmas was shaping up to be something very special indeed.

*****

Later that evening, they stretched out on the same sofa (Jaskier had become accustomed to it, it was great for naps), watching Love, Actually.

“Every year I hope that Alan Rickman won’t cheat on Emma Thompson,” Jaskier sighed, his head pillowed on Geralt’s shoulder.

Geralt grunted, hoping this would be a sufficient response.

“But every year he does.”

“Why do you still watch it?”

Jaskier snuggled into Geralt, tugging the throw over them both. “Hope.”

“Seems pointless.”

“You would say that. But I believe in love. And thank Christ! If you’d been left to your own devices we wouldn’t be here.”

Damn if that didn’t strike a nugget of outlandish fear into Geralt’s heart. He actually shuddered. A little.

“Fortunate that you took the initiative, then.”

“Very fortunate,” Jaskier said cheekily, playfully drilling a finger into Geralt’s chest. “I could be anywhere in the world tonight, you know. Strumming my lute in Venice, on the Rialto bridge, playing to a full house at the Globe, winking at supermodels in Cannes-”

“I know,” Geralt murmured, and he ignored the TV and pulled the bard close, nuzzling his soft, chocolate brown hair. “I know. And it beggars belief - to me anyway - that you’re here. But now that you are, I never want you to leave.”

Jaskier sighed happily.

Then he squeaked, and sat up. “Geralt?”

“Hmm.”

“I’ve never heard you say that many words in one go! Will you say some more?”

A low chuckle escaped the bondsman’s lips. “What would you like me to say?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “You doofus. How about, Merry Christmas, Jaskier?”

Everything settled inside Geralt. A warmth filled his chest and he dropped a kiss on Jaskier’s head. “Merry Christmas, Jaskier.”

Unbeta’d

[reidecorating]

The Exquisite Pain of Love

Requested: Yes! I hope this isn’t too far from what you’d imagined, nonnie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Word Count: A hefty 2.1k of heartbreak tbh

Summary: Sometimes, even when we love someone more that life itself, the universe just gets in the way.

Warnings: None, it’s just Spencer being soft and a tiny bit heartbroken :(

It had made a home in his wallet, the photograph. Its bottom edge slanted slightly, making it clear that skaking fingers had torn apart ground that scissors should have tread. JJ first pointed it out when Spencer offered to pay for lunch at an unfrequented diner on the outskirts of New Orleans after yet another apprehensive case.

“You keep a photo with you,” She’d observed. 

“I do,”

“You do.”

Spencer’s lips formed a tight line across his face before his eyebrows furrowed in knitting together an excuse as to why he keeps the picture of the two of you, frozen in  both time and a New York winter, in his wallet, when every monochromatic detail of the snapshot had already been whittled into his temporal lobe. JJ regretted bringing it up as she almost visibly saw barricades beginning to compile behind the already tenacious walls Spencer had built around himself. She tilted her head in hopes of meeting his eyes as he sat in the booth across from her, refusing to touch his meal. “Look, I didn’t mean to pry... it’s just that-”

“Everything exists to end in a photograph,” he cut her off, with the words of Susan Sontag, intuitively knowing what she was about to say. Still not meeting JJ’s gaze, his mind travelled coach, two hours north of the diner, to the day you two had parted. 

Spencer remembered the Christmas trees and tangled scarves, falling for you in more ways than one, when his ice skates wouldn’t let him stand straight, and pumpkin spice breath. Memories of twinkling fairy lights and you exhaling against his neck made his heart writhe under the hands of nostalgia. Woollen volts of static electricity sparked as you grabbed him by the hand in the direction of the small booth sitting outside a festively grandiose café corner, ignoring the pain in his bruised knees - courtesy of the rink. “Do you ever get tired?” Spencer asked you. Leaning against a street sign belonging to Manhattan, he beamed a smile and simultaneously attempted to catch his breath. “Sorry about the rush, I just assumed that with all the time you spend in the field running from psychopaths you would be in decent shape,” you teased. “Yeah, well this time I was running after a psychopath. She actually told me that she wanted to get a photo with me,” he retorted, making you roll your eyes while you slipped through the curtain of the small box. Spencer followed suite, knocking his elbow on the side of its entrance making him grimace in pain. “Karma, for implying that I’m crazy,” you giggled, as he scrunched his nose at you, feigning hurt, before sitting beside you on the plush velvet seat. The interior was lavish, despite the corroding metal of its outside, and, naturally, you took advantage of the warmth provided by the enclosed space combined with Spencer’s body heat radiating towards your own. “A Siberian immigrant in the nineteen-twenties named Josepho Anatol, invented the modern photobooth and actually made his first million after it appeared on the streets of this very city,” Spencer rambled as you fumbled with your gloves and coins and the tiny slot they had to slip through. “Why in New York?” you asked softly, still wrestling with the coins. Spencer thought for a moment. Normally, when he prattled on with trivial information, it wasn’t long before someone told him to stop talking, or false heartedly smiled and nodded in hopes that maybe he would be quiet. It was for this reason he found you enamouring. You, who questioned almost every detail he’d paint, who took in every word from his mouth like it was the air you depended on.

The first time you had taken him stargazing atop a sequestered museum observatory years ago, he had talked for an unfathomable amount of time about how all the planets in the solar system were named after Roman gods, “Except for Earth of course - and Uranus. It was named after a Greek god. Herschel wanted to call it Georgium Sidus - meaning George’s Star - after King George the Third of England,” he’d explained to you, talking with his hands. His eyes shifted from the constellations above to your features, indecisive of which view could be deemed more breathtaking. The man who spoke multiple languages almost forgot all of them once he felt you laying your eyes on him in a way that no one else ever could. “Um… but… that didn’t really sit right with anyone who wasn’t from England so they derived its new name from that of the Greek god of the sky: Ouranos,” he had managed to keep his composure long enough to conclude his history lesson, as you looked up at your favourite person, thanking whichever planets that aligned to bring him into your life. “What a wild ride,” you had said to him. “Although, judging by the last name, Herschel must have been German, so the poor guy wouldn’t have had any idea what ‘Uranus’ would sound like in English,” you burst out laughing. His heart fluttered in his chest, almost trying to escape through his throat. As he joined you in appreciating the joke, he smiled down at you with a certain fondness only the poets would understand. He knew he loved JJ, but the love he had for you was something else. When he went home that night and his ceiling hid the stars from him, he thought about JJ. Washing his face as his reflection copied his actions, he thought about how easy it was with her, they were hardly ever apart. He thought about you. He thought about the job that demanded so much of his time and how difficult it would be to give love to someone millions of miles from Washington. Most importantly, however, he thought about how hopelessly, desperately, violently in love he was with everything about you. He looked himself in the eye through the glass. “Can we just make a decision? Please?” he let out a frustrated groan into his mirror, trying not to tear his hair out.

Now, huddled together in the tiny booth, as your hand innocently lay draped across his thigh, he was reminded that he loved you just as much as he did that night under the stars - if not even more. “Why New York..?” he repeated your question. “Because every second spent here is a second worth remembering.” You let your eyes roam over him as he spoke. A brown mop of hair lay tousled on his head after losing a battle with a beanie which had been discarded. You wished you could reach out and tuck each strand back into place, but you knew better. The coffee coloured light in his eyes poured into your own, and your heart melted, regardless of the now falling snow outside. “Everyone who has been here has a life that could be transcribed into volumes upon volumes of stories, but there just isn’t a library big enough to house every story belonging to every stranger. So I guess if they’re worth a thousand words, pictures will have to suffice,” Spencer said to her. He licked his lips, chapped and bright pink against his pale complexion which was iced with snow dust. You wanted nothing but to feel them against yours, to allow the warmth between the two of you to thaw away the harsh frostbite of undue love. “You’re spectacular, you know that right? I could spend the rest of my life wandering through your mind and never get tired,” your words flooded his ears, as he released a shaky breath through a fervent grin. A blush crept up the sides of his cheeks, meeting at the tip of his ski-slope nose at the sight of you beaming at him, when an unexpected and delayed flash interrupted your conversation, making up for the disruption by capturing the moment. You both laughed at the timing, while Spencer struggled to figure out whether his heart was racing because of the slight scare, or because of you. After presenting the camera with a multitude of poses, the two of you emigrated into the street, you gripping the fresh strip of film between gloved fingers. 

By the time you and Spencer had caught a cab to the airport, heavy ropes of easterly winds had drawn closed the ebony drapes of night, leaving vague silhouettes of skeleton trees holding the stars in their raw-boned hands. You rest your head on his shoulder, him using the side of your head as a temporary pillow in turn. The two of you had gotten a scarce amount of shut-eye over the past few days since neither of you wanted to lose a second with each other to the villain of sleep. In the backseat of the taxi, which rumbled along its much too short route, Spencer lifted his head off yours, admiring the way you peacefully slept against him. He glanced down to see that your hands had found each other’s in the dark and now lay entwined on your lap. After a long sigh in an attempt to stop his heart from beating so fast, “I hope you know just how much I love you,” he mumbled to your sleeping figure. Unbeknownst to him you lay conscious, your heart stopping when his lips pressed a stamp of love onto your forehead as the driver parked the cab. “Hey, wake up my sweet buttercup,” You felt his hot breath carry the whisper into your neck. “We’re here.” Your heart sank as familiar sounds of the airport could be heard through the windows.

Goodbyes should never have to be this hard, you’d thought to yourself. The time was nearing to when Spencer’s flight number would be called, and in the crowded terminal, the two of you faced each other, but didn’t say a word. He took one of your hands between his, looking at you through glossy eyes. “I don’t want to go,” his quiet voice cracked. You took a step closer. He leaned into your touch once your palm cupped his jaw, chastely tracing your thumb over his cheek. “Spencer Reid, this past week has been unforgettable, you are unforgettable. Everyday of my life I’ll be mad at the world for making it so hard for us, but we can’t keep doing this to ourselves. Sometimes people have to drift apart for the better,” your words trembled before him as tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. “I hope you know just how much I love you,” you recited his words back to him, causing him to squeeze your small hand between his own. “The world is a better place with you in it, Spencer, and I hope the people in your life never take you for granted. You have so much love for JJ, and I know she’ll give you the world. I want you to be happy… even if its not with me, so as selfish as I would like to be, and as much as I want to, I won’t beg you to stay,” you let yourself fall apart. He nodded, only sniffling in reply. You drew your hands away from him to reach into your coat pocket and pulled out the photostrip from earlier today, carefully tearing off the first one in the series and slipping it into his hand. Spencer pulled you into his chest as his arms tightened around you. Your face was buried between his collarbones, the faint scent of cinnamon and dry leaves surrounding you with warmth. His chin rested on your head, your hands tightening their grip around his waist in an attempt to be as close as humanly possible in the middle of an airport terminal. It was true, you were a fly stuck in spilt honey when it came to his embrace. When he pulled away, he realised that if he looked you in the eyes, he would immediately cancel his trip home, so Spencer gathered every ounce of strength in his body and turned towards the direction of his gate. You watched him walk away, his silhouette getting smaller and smaller as the distance between you did the opposite. 

Spencer hated reliving his heartbreak, and he didn’t expect to do it so soon in a run down New Orleans eatery, but you were right, he realised. Like you were about most things, you were right about JJ giving him the world, but when you crossed his mind, he hoped and prayed that someone did the same for you. “I keep a photo with me, JJ, because what we do for a living, drags us to hell and back each day. So with that, I need to be reminded, sometimes, that even when I feel numb to the world around me, it’s still possible to feel as infinitely happy as I did that day in Manhattan,” He pulled out the photo and placed it in front of his partner in solving crime. She nodded understandingly, observing the two people caught off guard, candidly sharing smitten smiles. Spencer had the time of his life with you, and while he had the image forever in his mind, the only physical poof he had of it ever happening was the torn black and white film he kept in his pocket, of a girl smiling up at him like he was the only thing in this life worth looking at.

[shining-red-diamond]

Strawberry Malfunctions

Words: 706

Pairing: Jeno x Carrie (OC) (feat. NCT/WayV and OCs)

Genre: fluff, some suggestive themes

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: some suggestive themes, but no smut

A/N: I apologize if this seems rushed. I used some Geordie and Irish slang in this, and if you are from England and/or Ireland and I get something wrong, please tell me. Divvin’ = don’t, and geet walla = very large.

October 31, 2019. 7:45PM

“Are you sure it’s fixed?” Carrie asked.

Eloa was safety pinning the side of Carrie’s dress as it had ripped a little during their mini photo shoot session on their way Taeyong and Savannah’s house.

“If you divvin’ raise your arms,” Eloa said, “then no one will notice it. Better than it being a geet walla hole.”

SM had cancelled their party, so the NCT members had decided to throw their own with their significant others and their children. They were able to rent out a ballroom at a hotel once they had each put their money together.

Many of the couples had planned their costumes such as Johnny, Sierra, and Alex as Rudolph characters; Yuta, Nana, and little Anzu were Sailor Moon characters, and many others were dressed creatively. Carrie, Jeno, Eloa, and Jaemin decided on dressing as Fanta soda flavors. The two young men had colored suits on, Jeno in orange and Jaemin in yellow; Carrie was in a mini-dress, and Eloa was clothed in a purple romper.

However, Carrie was having issues with her dress. A seam in the back was beginning to come undone, but Eloa being the seamstress that she was, she was able to whip out a safety pin.

“Just be careful when you’re dancing,” she warned Carrie.

Jeno walked closely by Carrie as the four of them strolled to the hotel’s ballroom. He didn’t want her having a wardrobe malfunction, because he knew how hard she worked on her outfit. When she modeled it for him for the first time the smile on her face told him that she was proud of what she had accomplished without verbally saying anything. Carrie was proud of herself, and Jeno was proud of her.

The way the dress fit on her accentuated each curve on her body, and Jeno would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t stare at her waist for more than a few seconds.

“See something you like, boyo?” she teased with a twinkle in her eye, which caused Jeno to burst out laughing as his cheeks turned red as a tomato. Carrie also made herself laugh in the process.

The quartet entered the ballroom to found most of the couples and some of their children either chatting away or dancing. Brittany, who was dressed as Ariel from The Little Mermaid, was teaching little Alex, dressed as Ernie from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, how to do the cupid shuffle. WinWin, YangYang, and Chenle were Alvin & the Chipmunksand taking pictures with their girlfriends, Yoori, Astrid, and Lanying, whom were disguised as The Chipettes. Savannah, all clad as Wonder Woman, was busy trying to coo a crying Hayden, and Taeyong was trying to stay calm as he was holding his son.

For the next two hours, everyone danced to a variety of songs, had some food, or took pictures at the two available photobooths. Soleil had spent thirty minutes talking to Eloa about the purple romper she wore, and Carrie forgot about the issue with her dress.

That was until the costume contest. Most everyone came as pairs, but there were those who came in groups. The Fanta group came in second, and Johnny, Sierra, and Alex won first; Alex had the most excited look on his face when he received a large basket full of candy.

However, the second she stepped away with the rest of her group, Carrie immediately heard a rip, and glanced behind her. The pin had come loose, and the hole had widened, nearly exposing her underwear. Panicked, she grabbed Jeno’s arm and positioned his hand in way to where the hole was covered.

“Keep it there until we’re out the door,” she ordered. He didn’t reply, but he did as he was told.

As soon as everyone had left the party for the night, Jeno investigated why Carrie was adamant on keeping his hand on her back. He noticed the issue and immediately pulled his orange jacket off and covered his girlfriend.

“I didn’t want you to be embarrassed,” he confessed.

“Thank you, love,” Carrie smiled.

“You’re taking it off anyway, aren’t you? When you get home.”

Carrie side-eyed him before playfully punching his arm. “Eff off.”