#--days between them they were having a great lovey dovey time!! ugH my heart it hurts.....

[red-moon-at-night]

Let's talk a little bit about Mahiru's boyfriend

This post is alternatively titled "Mahiru's Boyfriend Probably Had An Eating Disorder And I Am Very Sad About It So Now You Get To Be Sad About It With Me" but that felt a bit much in the bold title font so I'm trying to tone this down at least a little bit :')

So I was reading this wonderful post earlier (you should too btw it has a LOT of interesting information), and as I was going through the food section something clicked in my brain. Pieces of information that were drifting aimlessly before quickly came together for me and I almost wish they hadn’t because oh boy is it depressing.

Now, nothing I’m about to say here is explicitly stated - but I do think it is strongly insinuated, through the MVs of both ‘This Is How To Be In Love With You’ (TIHTBILWY what an acronym wow) and ‘I Love You’. I am aware that the latter video has a lot of metaphorical imagery, but I still think some of this imagery can be taken in a literal sense to reinforce ideas established in TIHTBILWY.

TW/Trigger Warnings: discussion of eating disorders (anorexia, bulimia, etc.), discussion of suicide and suicidal thoughts. Please take these into consideration and stay safe!

credit to iaobug’s transcribed images from ‘This Is How To Be In Love With You’ used below btw!

Now I’ve always had an inkling this could be possible, but I didn’t realise until recently there was this much evidence supporting a little idea of mine dancing around in my head.

But First, Some Quick Definitions and Criteria

First things first, I think we should briefly clarify what an eating disorder is and what eating disorder I think Mahiru’s boyfriend most likely had.

Here are some definitions:

Eating disorders are behavioral conditions characterized by severe and persistent disturbance in eating behaviors and associated distressing thoughts and emotions. They can be very serious conditions affecting physical, psychological and social function. (source)

An eating disorder is a mental health condition where you use the control of food to cope with feelings and other situations. (source)

And here are some brief introductions to several types of eating disorders:

The most common eating disorders are:

anorexia nervosa – trying to control your weight by not eating enough food, exercising too much, or doing both bulimia – losing control over how much you eat and then taking drastic action to not put on weight binge eating disorder (BED) – eating large portions of food until you feel uncomfortably full

Other specified feeding or eating disorder (OSFED) – A person may have an OSFED if their symptoms do not exactly fit the expected symptoms for any specific eating disorders.

(source)

Okay, so we have some basic information down, cool! This is not fully comprehensive but it will do for the purposes of this segment.

So what eating disorder do I believe Mahiru’s boyfriend had? 

I’m not sure! The information we have is not conclusive enough for me to confidently pick an option. What I will say is most likely, and most common, is OSFED and the concept of the eating disorder cycle. People’s symptoms will often overlap with multiple diagnoses, or shift from one mode of behaviour (e.g. the restrictive eating behaviours found in anorexia) to another (e.g. binge eating and following compensatory behaviours found in bulimia).

Things are often not as clear-cut or black and white as we’d like to imagine.

Let’s move onto looking at the MVs, shall we?

This first music video has a wealth of information hidden in its cute magazine-style annotations and imagery - information that, when you look a little closer and consider the bigger picture, raises all the alarm bells in my mind.

Parts of ‘This Is How To Be In Love With You’ That Make Me Pause In Concern, In Chronological Order:

The Bread

Let's start off with a not very obvious one.

One of the first things we learn about Mahiru’s soon-to-be-boyfriend (which by the way this is literally the 2nd time he’s mentioned) is ‘wow he buys a lot of bread’. Insignificant on its own, I know, but consider this through my lens if you will: my man has bought 5 whole baguettes from a bakery. Not 2 or 3, but 5. Actually, on closer inspection there's even more bread of a different type at the bottom of that bag too. These aren’t store-bought, they’re fresh and will probably go stale in a few days. Pray tell, if the man is not eating baguette for breakfast lunch and dinner over the course of 72 hours... why did he buy so much fucking bread?

What comes to mind when I see this is binge eating. Bread is one of the most common binge foods out there; anything with high carbohydrates or high fat content, in fact, often due to its “unhealthy” or “forbidden” nature.

We'll just have a quick look at Mahiru's comment again:

"I thought to buy the same bread he did, but this is far too much for me to eat... ><

I forgot to ask how many calories there are..."

If it hasn't been established by now with the MV's aesthetic, Mahiru cares about her appearance. A lot. Her self-image and beauty directly ties into looking 'good' enough for others, so she can find the love of her life and please him with her looks.

If Mahiru is also calorie counting, this does not bode well for their relationship. I should probably speak in past tense, actually... Mahiru's own self-image behaviours made her blind to her boyfriend's self-image behaviours. There we go.

But I'm getting ahead of myself here.

So, We have an indication of binge eating behaviours. Remind me again what comes after binging?

The Jogging Hobby

Oh, that’s right - purging.

Excessive exercise is an indirect method of purging/compensatory behaviour found in bulimia. A more commonly known purging method is self-induced vomiting, but that's certainly not the only way to counteract excess calories. 

So the jogging, while harmless in isolation, is starting to paint an ever-so-slightly worrying picture.

Again, let's take a look at Mahiru's comment:

"I had a chance to chat with him today, and he mentioned his hobby was jogging. ... I haven't exercised this much in ages... I'm totally exhausted..." 

The only hobby (not hobbies but hobby, singular) that we learn the boyfriend has is this. Sure, there's one movie that he also likes... but that's it. There's not much else to him! So when the two most prevalent ideas attached to this guy are 'food' (in excess) and 'exercise' (in excess)... you can see where I'm going with this.

And by the way, the post I linked at the very beginning? Well, they worked out the location of where this running loop is, and judging by Mahiru’s position and direction it would suggest she’s already jogged about 5km and beginning another loop. So we’re looking at a jog ranging from 5-10km (or more)...

The Alcohol

Okay, here's a quick pop quiz question for you. Who is more likely to get drunk on the same volume of alcohol: a 5"1 woman, or an average height (5"7 in Japan) man?

In theory, it should be the 5"7 man on the basis of his height and size. Alcohol tolerance goes up the bigger you are. 

So why is it that the boyfriend ended up blackout drunk, and Mahiru... didn't?

Let’s take a look at the comment:

“My first date at a bar, how heartpounding!

Here is where I learned he’s the biggest lightweight I’ve ever met! ...or maybe I’m just really good at holding alcohol?

Whatever the case, blackout drunk him is so cute!”

Three possible options:

Mahiru really can 'hold her liquor'. Judging by her sheltered home life and general lack of adult life experience though, I'm gonna press x to doubt here sorry mappi.

The boyfriend drunk more alcohol than Mahiru. Also unlikely, as she calls him a 'lightweight' and I think she would've highlighted this in her comment.

He drank on an empty stomach. Alcohol absorbs way faster if you haven't had anything to eat beforehand. This, I think is the most likely scenario.

Here's a little more on the subject that I found interesting:

You absorb 20 per cent of alcohol into your bloodstream through your stomach and the rest into your bloodstream through your small intestine.

Drinking a small amount of alcohol stimulates your appetite because it increases the flow of stomach juices. A large amount of alcohol dulls your appetite and can cause malnutrition. (source)

What have we learnt so far?

So we’ve established some concerning behaviours here.

He eats in excess

He exercises in excess

He drinks in excess (on an empty stomach)

I’m actually going to move onto material from the ‘I Love You’ MV, but intertwine it with some of the remaining points from TIHTBILWY. 

At this point the relationship has progressed, we’re moving into winter which brings with it the holiday season! Yay! Except not yay, because things are starting to look really bad for Mahiru’s boyfriend. We've gone from this:

To this:

The carousel was fine at first but now it’s taking its toll on him. Both of them have tattered clothes but Mahiru looks optimistic, whilst the boyfriend looks very distraught. His cheekbones are visible and overall he looks a lot less healthy. I guess this is a good time to point out how distinct and visible his collarbone has been this entire time by the way? He’s even bonier than before. Not great.

A lot of events occur at this time of year, such as Christmas (celebrated between couples in Japan as more of a lovers holiday) and new years. What happens a lot during that period of time? Food. Lots of it. This point in the year is not ideal for someone suffering from a worsening eating disorder. This is a period of time which someone would want to move very quickly from because they can’t see the end of it.

I think it’s time to read Mahiru’s comment from day 15:

“Happy new years! To celebrate, we went to a shrine.

Predictably, I already have my wish in mind.

May we stay like this until the end of time.

May nobody stand in my way”

She, on the other hand, is very happy for things to remain as they are.

Day 16 - AKA, Oh No Things Have Gone Terribly Wrong

This is where the narrative hits its climax and everything starts to snowball.

Now, we reach this scene where the boyfriend stops walking and breaks down. He kneels on the ground, digs his nails into it, and pleads for... something. Help? An intervention? A stop to this carousel that’s doing him no good and only making his health (physical and mental) worse?

He never speaks. It is a silent plea.

One that Mahiru misses.

Saying I love you but doing what I did, I know I have no right, crossed and covered in sin

My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight

Tell me, oh tell me why, can’t I just do it right

What did you do, Mahiru?

I believe that this scene and response:

Is directly parallel to this event:

As in, they’re the same thing. 

One more comment to read:

He’ll be in for a big, delicious surprise once he gets home!

I’ve made SO many notes about his favorite foods, and practiced my butt off!

I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees it all.

Her love - her surprise buffet to cheer him up - scored an own goal, so to speak.

I don’t think I need to say much about this picture, or this scene. She’s giving him excess but that excess is literally driving him over the edge. The nuance is lost between them, and they both need different things from each other and they’re not getting it. Cake to rats, rats to cake.

They’re back on the carousel, spinning around and around with things never changing, no end in sight.

I want to end on this frame of the MV. You see the pole behind the boyfriend? It’s reminding me of rope, and of a certain visual at the end of the video. The juxtaposition of Mahiru forcing her ‘love’ onto him, and of suicidal ideation being the only way off this ride and his problems.

#milgram #mahiru shiina #analysis #long post #eating disorder tw #anorexia tw #bulimia tw #this is how to be in love with you #ai nan desu yo #I love you #daisuki #I DID THE THING and it's... long. and sad :( #this was a really interesting interpretation to write! it's certainly not bulletproof but I truly believe this guy had problems in life #and mahiru couldn't have changed that fact. did she help? not really! did things get bad bad? y. yeah. but! ... #...I have nothing uplifting to say here. her love was plentiful and well meaning but woefully misguided </3 #I genuinely care about this nameless character now... he looks so happy at the start embracing her and im certain in better-- #--days between them they were having a great lovey dovey time!! ugH my heart it hurts..... #if there's typos it's because it's late and I'm tired LMAO

[sparklysung]

✨OPEN CURTAINS PART III – h.r.j.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – huang renjun x female!reader

genre – fluff, smut | non-idol!au, neighbours!au, strangers to lovers!au

warnings – blowjob, face fucking, penetration, nipple play, protected sex

word count – 5.346 words

summary – when the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of being with his cute neighbour shows up one day –thanks to his two best friends aka jaemin and jeno–, renjun just couldn’t let it slip. who would have thought the universe would finally side with him and let things happen?

note – the gif isn’t mine, i found it on google, so credits to the owner! it’s way longer than the previous parts but i hope you guys like it!

taglist – @junguwuuu, @prvncejxon, @jenotation​, @iwishihadabettername, @whomichelle 

part i ; part ii ; part iii

renjun didn’t know what to expect to happen next.

anyway, he started to leave the curtains in his room open, excited to see you again. don’t get him wrong, though, he did like seeing you put on a private show just for him to witness, but he looked forward more to you just being yourself.

he liked observing you, he enjoyed the way you looked so content doing your own thing. sometimes he got to see you while you read a book by your window, earphones plugged in and head bobbing to the rhythm of the song you were listening to. on other occasions, he caught you laughing at your phone while probably talking to your friends –he hoped they were just friends–, a warm feeling washing over his body from your cute reactions.

it was safe to say renjun was whipped for you and it wasn’t even a secret.

his two best friends, jaemin and jeno, knew of his interest in you since the beginning, as renjun had forced them countless times to listen to him talk about –or more like drool over– you. 

they were also the first ones to witness renjun suffer hopelessly for the impossibility of an us happening between you.

so it wasn’t a surprise renjun had told them about your dirty secret. at first, they didn’t believe him as it sounded way too much like a sex scene from a bad movie. but they soon concluded it was true one day when a small interaction between the two of you they had never seen before happened.

the three of them had been eating lunch in the school’s cafeteria while talking about random stuff and joking about renjun’s crush on you. coincidentally, almost as if they had summoned you, they saw you walk past their table and towards yours. all three eyes were set in your figure, following your every move as you tilted your head to the side, locking eyes with renjun. you sent him a flirty smile and a wink just to wind him up a bit, and you hit the jackpot when said boy choked on his drink and turned a deep shade of red.

you just walked away after, trying to contain your laugh. neither jaemin nor jeno knew who was more surprised, renjun or them. as soon as you were out of sight they turned their attention to him, mouths agape in shock, to see him coughing uncontrollably.

“did she just…” ignoring his struggling friend, jeno spoke, still shaken. “did she just flirt with you?” jaemin finished, equally shaken. renjun felt like his heart was about to exit his body through his mouth. 

you had never acknowledged his existence before outside of your filthy displays of skin and that one confrontation, never even sparing him a glance. and suddenly you were flirting with him in front of the whole school?

renjun’s heart beat fast, almost hurting his ribs from how hard it pounded against them.

what were you doing to him?

“i–i don’t know?”

“dude, she was clearly flirting.” both of his friends threw each other a knowing look before softly patting his shaky friend. “just shoot your shot, she’s obviously into you too.” jaemin pressed.

jaemin was tired of seeing renjun stress over a girl and not do anything about it. he couldn’t just stay still and watch, he had to do something if his best friend wasn’t going to.

so he decided to take matters into his own hands. 

and jeno was going to help him, obviously.

~.~.~.~

“okay, so, here’s the plan.”

jaemin and jeno sat cross-legged in front of each other on the latter’s bed. they had arranged an emergency meeting to make up a plan to get you and renjun together.

“we have to convince her to make the first move because, clearly, renjun isn’t going to. and i need you to do it for me.” jaemin looked as serious as ever, taking very seriously his job as renjun’s personal cupid.

“what? why me? why can’t you do it?” jeno questioned, confused, to which jaemin clicked his tongue in annoyance. “because you’re friendly and outgoing, at least more sociable than me, duh.” he furrowed his eyebrows as if he was stating the obvious. “also, no one can say no to that eye smile, literally nobody.”

“and how exactly am i supposed to approach her, what do you want me to tell her?”

“just tell her you’re one of renjun’s friends and ask her if she likes him. if she says yes, tell her renjun is a little shy and if she can, you know, ask him out on a date maybe or just make the first move. i don’t know, just whatever she can to make renjun confess so they can finally get together.” jaemin spoke confidently, feeling like a genius. he could already picture you two walking to school, hands clasped together and looking at each other with lovey-dovey eyes.

“and what if she says no?” jeno was still hesitant, not sure if the plan was going to work out or mess things further.

“she’s not gonna say no. from what i heard from him and witnessed that day at lunch, she likes him. or at least she’s interested in him.”

“ugh, fine, i’ll do it.” jaemin smiled triumphantly, punching his fist in the air. “but you owe me one, you’ll do my homework for a month.” now was jeno’s turn to smirk, jaemin’s smile quickly dropping.

“renjun better fucking take this opportunity and make the most out of it.” jaemin mumbled distastefully.

~.~.~.~

jeno’s eyes wandered around the hallways, back resting against the wall outside of your classroom, waiting for you to come by anytime soon and put the plan into motion.

jeno and you weren’t friends, not even classmates, but he had briefly talked to you a few times before, so he still felt a bit awkward about it.

after a few minutes of waiting, he saw you walk in his direction. before you could open the door to get inside the room, jeno spoke.

“hey! can i steal a few minutes of your time? i need to talk to you.” he smiled, eyes turning into crescent moons.

cute.

you nodded your head, making your way towards a less concurred place.

“sure, what do you need me for?” you quirked an eyebrow, curious to hear what he had to say.

“so… i’m friends with huang renjun, does it ring a bell?” he continued as you nodded for him to keep going, suddenly really interested in the conversation. “you see, i wanted to know if you were interested in him romantically? i mean, if you like him.” jeno bit the inside of his cheek, feeling slightly nervous.

“did he send you to ask me?”

“what? no. i just wanted to know since i was there when he almost died of asphyxia in the cafeteria a couple of days ago.” it was his time to arch his eyebrow in an almost teasing way.

“uhm, i may be,” you shrugged your shoulders, pretending to be unaffected and ready to leave for class.

“great! so, he’s a bit shy. he may or may not be scared to ask you out because he thinks you’ll reject him, so i was wondering if you could make the first move?”

you failed to contain your laugh, so you lightly slapped one of your hands to your lips to shut yourself up. jeno wasn’t sure what were you laughing at, so you, sensing his uneasiness, quickly explained yourself.

“i’m not laughing at him. actually, i think he’s really sweet. it’s just…” your hand dropped again to your side, tugging at the hem of your shirt. jeno noticed your hesitation. “are you sure this is going to work? i mean, i haven’t tried talking to him properly because i’m afraid he’s going to run away from me as soon as i approach him.”

“at least try, i’m begging you. jaemin and i are tired of hearing him cry over you.” the pleading tone in his voice made you feel a bit bad for them.

“fine, i’ll do it.” just as you spoke, the sound of the bell ringing made you both flinch, both turning to make your way to your respective classrooms.

“thanks! see you around.” jeno waved at you with a happy smile on his face before walking out of your sight.

you weren’t surprised, you had actually expected to be the one to take the first step. but what you didn’t really expect was for one of his friends to ask you to. it made you think they were aware of your existence and your complicated relationship with renjun.

it left you wondering how much they knew about it.

whether they were aware of everything or not, this was going to be interesting nonetheless.

~.~.~.~

the day after jeno’s request, you found yourself bored and alone in your house. your parents had once again left you to take care of work-related stuff.

what a surprise.

seeing you had a couple of hours before they came back, you decided to make good use of it and think of how you were going to get close enough to renjun to ask him out, or at least drop him more hints to show him your interest in him.

you looked out of your window, hoping he was home and in his room like usual. and he was. sat down on his desk, a focused renjun was quickly tying in his computer. he looked so comfy in his gray sweatpants that hugged his thighs oh so perfectly and oversized yellow hoodie that you would love to steal some time, so inviting for you to cuddle in his arms. you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach with the thought of it.

after a while, you decided to just ask him if you could come and hang out with him. that would give you an opportunity to talk to him. and by the looks of it, renjun’s parents weren’t home either, so you had plenty of time to think of ways to let him know you liked him without scaring him.

he must have felt you staring because he turned his head to take a glimpse of you, catching you already looking at him. his cheeks burned making your lips turn upwards. he smiled back, but it quickly changed into a look of pure confusion as you got up and exited your room.

soon enough you were outside of his house, waiting for him to let you in. his eyes opened widely when he heard a knock on his door, face contorting in an expression of utter panic. he stood frozen in place for a couple of seconds before coming back to his senses. he quickly threw things inside of his closet and under his bed to clean up a bit before running downstairs.

what were you doing there?

when he opened the door, he was panting heavily from shuffling around his room and running to you.

“hey, were you busy?” 

“uh… no!” renjun scratched the back of his head as he realized he had spoken too loudly, “i mean, no, i’m not busy at all.”

you nodded your head in understanding as he stood awkwardly, clueless like a lost puppy. you lifted your face up to look at him and something clicked in his head.

“oh shit, you wanna come in?” quietly cursing he moved to the side to let enough space for you to walk in. 

you just giggled, waiting for him to lead the way. he walked towards the stairs in silence with you trailing behind. when you reached the door that led to his room, he opened it and let you walk in first. you sat down on his bed while he retook his place on his desk.

anxiety was eating renjun up from the thoughts crowding his mind, the uncertainty of why you dropped by so suddenly made his stomach churn. 

“uhm, so, what brings you here?” he asked, playing with his hands while avoiding eye contact with you.

“i don’t know, i just thought we could hang out, you know? we never really spoke before, apart from that, and we’ve been neighbours for a couple of years.” you looked at him expectantly. you hoped he wouldn’t tell you to leave and let you stay for a bit more.

“ah, yeah, we can hang out… i’d like that,”

“great!”

it was no secret you were eager to spend time with him, you weren’t even discrete about it. even renjun could tell by the way you excitedly looked around his room while lightly bouncing on the mattress.

renjun couldn’t help but notice the way your hips moved as you bounced, completely unaware of his gaze. his mind drifted to the day when you brought that guy home with you, the way you pushed him on the bed and got on top, how you teased him by grinding against him and then rode him, your attention never leaving renjun.

he nibbled on his lip nervously, forcing himself to only focus on your face and not think too much about it. he could already feel blood rushing south as his sweatpants got tighter. he figured that his hoodie, a size or two too big for his body, could work in his favour, so he tugged on it to cover himself.

the boy’s attempt of hiding his growing boner didn’t go unnoticed by you as you abruptly stopped dead on your tracks to eye him meticulously to find the cause of his sudden fidgety behaviour.

“hey, are you alr-,” at first you didn’t see it, too worried thinking that you were making him uncomfortable, thoughts of better leaving him alone filled your head. 

and then, you noticed.

he had popped a boner out of nowhere.

“oh.” you stared at him blankly.

realizing you knew what was up with him, renjun shot up from his seat, face pale. “i-it’s not what it looks like, i swear!” the sudden change in the pitch of his voice surprised you. “i’m sorry, i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to!” he cried out, desperately trying to convince you.

“renjun,” you stood up, taking a few steps forward, “relax.” with a soft push on his shoulders he fell down onto the chair once again.

“w-what?” you used your hands to push his knees open, making space for you to settle in between. “what are yo-,” a moan ripped out of his chest when your hand came up to cup his cock through his clothes.

“tell me to stop and i will.” you waited for him to answer, your other hand stroking his thigh gently.

“please, don’t stop.”

you quickly got your hands to work, palming him, squeezing from time to time. he tried to keep his mouth shut, teeth biting onto his tongue. you wanted to hear him, so you saw it as a challenge.

and you sure were going to win.

you placed open mouthed kisses on his clothed bulge, feeling him twitch against your lips. pushing his hoodie up to expose the skin of his abdomen, you licked a stripe before blowing air to the wet trail of saliva, making him flinch. his hips bucked under your hand as it never stopped stroking his shaft.

renjun was having a really hard time keeping still and quiet.

“can i?” you hooked your finger under the elastic of his sweats, asking for permission to expose his cock. he nodded as soon as you spoke, eager to feel you without the restriction of his clothes.

when you pushed the waistband of his pants below his hips, freeing him, you were stunned. the moment you caught him jerking off to you, you were able to see him and, in total honesty, you couldn’t deny it made you feel things. but up close the experience was completely different. nerves began rising inside renjun as you admired his dick for what felt like forever.

what if you didn’t like what you were seeing? what if you expected him to be bigger, or maybe longer? the blush on his cheeks only turned redder with every thought. he wanted to cover himself, skin burning with embarrassment.

just as renjun began to regret his whole life, you placed feather-light touches to his semi-hard cock. a gasp left his lips when your fingers wrapped themselves around the base, quickly hardening completely against the palm of your hand. you leaned closer, upper arms coming to rest on his thighs, as you opened your mouth, tongue poking out and giving his shaft a kitten lick.

renjun almost jolted his body forward.

he tried to calm down, letting out shaky breaths while his hands gripped the side of his desk. your touch felt better than he had imagined and he found himself enjoying your attention, dick twitching between your fingers with every flick of your tongue. you left a trail of saliva as the tip of your wet muscle traced the vein on the underside of it.

you pumped him a few times before taking the tip of his member inside your mouth, sucking softly. “oh, fuck,” the groan he let out encouraged you to keep going and made you hollow your cheeks harder. It took everything in him not to thrust into your warm mouth, frantic to feel more of you.

you could see his hands twitching, not wanting to force you into him and hurt you. so you took his hands and positioned them in your hair, allowing him to tug on it. renjun sighed in relief, running his fingers through your hair, taking it into a ponytail to guide you. little sighs of pleasure left his lips with every bob of your head. you liked the feeling of his hands tangled in your hair, so you hummed around his sensitive cock, making him buck his hips into your mouth. you gagged when he hit the back of your throat and renjun felt like he was about to cry. he threw his head back in bliss, breaths coming out ragged.

if he thought you felt good in his imagination, he was wrong. you felt godly in real life. 

you tried to relax your throat, keeping your head down, the tip of your nose against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. your hands massaged his thighs, sliding up to feel his toned stomach from time to time as you let him set his own pace.

after a while of you sucking him off, or more like him fucking your throat, he couldn’t take it anymore. he was certain that if you continued, he was going to cum and the fun would be over faster than it started.

“please, i need to feel you,” he whined, hands desperately tugging at your arms to bring you closer for a kiss, so you released him with a pop, wiping off the drool from your lips. “i wanna be inside of you.” you completely pulled his pants down so they were pooling around his ankles, before getting up. your knees were sore from kneeling on the hard floor of his room, but you paid no mind. as soon as he stepped out of them, you pulled him by his hand to his bed.

renjun stood in front of it, staring at you with hooded eyes as you sat on the edge. your index finger hooked in the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down your legs before throwing them on the floor. he let out a curse at the sight of the wet spot in the crotch of your panties. oh god, renjun swore there was nothing else he wanted more than to taste you. he would do anything to see you writhing under him, legs shaking and head thrown back into his pillows while screaming his name, as he ate you out like a starved man. 

but that would have to wait until next time.

he sure hoped this wasn’t a one-time thing, he prayed for it to be a next time.

“take it off,” you pouted pulling at the sleeve of his hoodie. he complied, quickly pulling the cloth off of his body as you laid on your back, legs opening wide for renjun to position himself in between. 

he swore he was seeing an angel, he almost pinched himself to make sure this was real and not a dirty trick his mind was playing on him. he looked at you with so much adoration, as if you were the most beautiful person in this world, it made your heart beat faster.

you extended your hands out to him and he took them in his, lovingly intertwining your fingers before you pulled him closer. as he settled on top of you, you tangled your legs around his hips to bring him closer, trying to eliminate the space between your bodies. this caught renjun by surprise, not expecting you to do that, so he almost crashed you under him. as his hips hit yours, the tip of his dick rubbed against your aching core, making the both of you moan at the friction.

“fuck, i want you so bad,” you whined, gyrating your hips to grind your dripping cunt up against his cock, “please, renjun, fuck me.” you caught his lower lip between your teeth, pulling on it, and he let out a groan at how hot this all was.

he still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

you were finally going to be his.

kind of.

his mouth crashed into yours, tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing messily. a muffled moan escaped your lips when his hands slid under your shirt to grope your chest. a shocked gasp left him when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. how didn’t he notice before?

he quickly composed himself and started playing with your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. your buds hardened in his fingers, back arched against his to get closer. he licked them, sucking and softly biting on them over your shirt. your pretty sounds were like music to his ear, only incentivising him to keep going.

renjun was fascinated by how reactive your body was to his touches. he wanted to explore every part of you to find all your sensitive spots and make you feel so good you wouldn’t be able to think straight.

your pussy clenched around nothing and the empty feeling reminded you of what you wanted before renjun distracted you with his skilled fingers.

“do you have a condom somewhere around here?” breaking away from his lips, you asked. it took him a moment to understand what you were asking him, and when he did, he quickly reached a hand for one of the drawers of his nightstand. “ah… yes, wait a second.” yanking it open, he pulled out a foil wrapper and tore it open. he rolled the condom on his cock and then got back on the bed.

meanwhile, you reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging on it to pull it over your head. the sight of your bare chest made his dick throb. “you’re so pretty,” he mumbled out loud, and by the nervous laugh he let out right after that, he wasn’t intending for you to hear him.

suddenly, you felt shy in front of his eyes. your cheeks felt hot, making you look down as you played with your fingers, a small smile on your lips. it wasn’t the first time a guy had complimented you, but coming from him made you feel different. renjun smiled sweetly at your bashful behaviour, “i mean it.”

he got back on top of you and positioned the head of his cock in your entrance, lightly pressing himself against you. he examined your face in search of a hint of hesitation, but couldn’t find any. you wanted to taste him again, so you pulled him down by the back of his neck, lips catching his in a heated kiss. your hands ran up and down his body, fingers sliding down his back, while one of his gripped your thigh.

after a brief make-out session, he wrapped his free hand around his hard cock, giving it a few pumps to prepare himself for what was coming. the tip had turned into a pretty shade of red that resembled a lollipop, and if you weren’t so desperate for him to fill you up, you would surely be putting it back in your mouth. you let out a moan when he slid it between your fold, gathering your juices and spreading them.

finally, he pushed in without breaking the kiss. as he got deeper into you, his dick stretched you out with a delicious burn at an almost painfully slow pace. he whimpered into your mouth when he had bottomed out, balls resting against your ass. his sounds made you clench around him, and with heavy breaths, renjun dug his nails into your skin.

his head was spinning; he needed a hot second to calm down or he would be shooting his load in no time. your walls hugged him so tightly, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to move inside of you, but he wasn’t planning on going anywhere either way. and you still had to get used to his size; even if just a couple of days ago you hooked up with daehyun, he was nothing compared to renjun. renjun was bigger, and the chemistry the two of you shared was undeniable, which made the intimate moment a lot more intense and meaningful. 

once you got used to the intrusion, you ran your hands to the small of his back to push him down into you. “you can move now,” breathy moans left your lips as he pulled out before thrusting back in.

he made you feel so full, cock dragging against your walls while leaving wet kisses along your neck. his lips sucked on the skin, teeth sinking and leaving pretty marks, before soothing the bruises with his tongue.

he fit perfectly inside of you, it felt like he belonged there. renjun quickly found your g-spot, the tip of his cock hitting the right places with every ram of his hips. the knot in your stomach rapidly tightening from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

you let out a loud moan when one of his hands stumbled across your clit, your hips shot upward to meet his thrusts. a shiver ran down your spine making your back arch and push your chest against his, his mouth on your breasts once again.

it felt so good you almost couldn’t handle it. your walls tightened deliciously around him, making his eyes roll back and a whimper fall off his lips. 

“shit, please, do that again.” you did as you were told, clenching around him again as his fingers fastly circled around your throbbing clit. 

“i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum,” you felt him twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he was near his end, both of you could feel it, and you weren’t far from it either.

after a particularly hard thrust of his hips, your climax washed over your body making your vision blurry. “oh my god, r-renjun,” your legs trembled as you screamed his name.

renjun’s thrusts didn’t falter, fucking you through your orgasm while chasing his. his fingers never stopped toying with your clit, pinching it and rubbing it quickly as your body squirmed under his.

your nails scratched his back, leaving red marks on it for him to remember you every time he looked in the mirror. your actions triggered his orgasms, seed shooting into the condom with a loud moan, the pounding of his hips slowly coming to a stop.

pants and heavy breaths could be heard all around the room, the strong smell of sex filling your senses and making you feel light-headed. he didn’t pull out immediately, he wanted to savour the feeling of your warm pussy hugging him tightly inside of you. 

when he did, he took off the condom, tying it and throwing it in the bin near his desk. taking tissues from his nightstand, he cleaned your thighs and core with delicacy before cleaning himself. as he tossed the dirty tissues to the trash, he pulled his sweatpants back on before looking around the room for his hoodie.

a huge smile formed on renjun’s lips when found you holding it. you slipped his hoodie on as well as your panties before throwing yourself back on his bed next to him. your body laid partially on top of his, your head rested on his bare chest, fingers tracing circles on the soft skin, and legs tangled with his. he hummed happily under you, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. 

he knew he would eventually have to tell you how he felt.

he knew this would be his last chance before things changed and you either decided to leave his side or keep him.

so, mustering all the courage he could find, he concluded it was time to let you know.

he could feel the deafening beating of his heart and he hoped you wouldn’t be able to hear it, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves before finally speaking.

“well i… i’ve a crush on you since you moved in and always tried to talk to you, but it just wouldn’t work out. now that things have changed and we’ve gotten closer, kind of, i-i think i have stronger feelings for you and i figured i should let you know.” as he spoke quietly, nervously waiting for your response.

jaemin, jeno and you had underestimated renjun, none of you believed he would be able to confess without you pushing him into it.

but there he was, blurting out his feelings for you, holding his fragile heart in his hand and waiting for you to take care of it. 

“i know things usually happen in a different order, but i was wondering if i…” renjun’s ears turned a dark shade of red as his voice slightly cracked.

“can i… maybe take you out… i mean, as on a date?” his eyes flicked around nervously, looking everywhere but at you.

you giggled, finding his nervous state rather charming. excitement tickled your body from his proposal. you moved your head up to face him, eyes locking and a big smile adorning your face before smashing your lips together in a sweet kiss.

“i thought you’d never ask.” you said against his lips, butterflies blooming in his stomach. 

renjun laughed happily as you hugged him, chin resting on top of your head and your face buried in his chest.

after a moment of comfortable silence, you decided to tell him the meaning behind your unexpected visit.

“you know, jeno actually asked me to make the first move and ask you out. he said he and jaemin were tired of hearing you ‘cry over me’… his own words, not mine though!” renjun groaned embarrassed, making you chuckle.

he was going to murder both of them when he saw them.

“because you were too shy and apparently afraid of me rejecting you?” renjun turned his head away from you, his hand coming to cover his face.

did you really give off that vibe?

“did you really think i was going to straight up reject you?” even if you didn’t take it personally when jeno mentioned renjun’s fear of being rejected, hearing it from him made you feel a bit hurt.

“well, yeah?” seeing your pouty lips he quickly tried to explain, “i mean, i didn’t give the best first impression so i thought you thought of me as a creep. i didn’t think you’d even want me to come near you.”

you hummed, understanding his thought process. “but i guess i was wrong?”

“yeah, you were. you should thank both of them, they were the reason why i came here in the first place.”

maybe renjun wouldn’t murder either of them after all.

–lia:)

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[writingchalamet]

Just On Set

squishybebe asked:

Hii, I love your last imagine it was great thank youu...  Could you do another imagine where you're a singer and Timothee is playing your love interest in your music video, so you guys have to film some cute and intimate scenes...

A/N: I’m using the song ‘Kiss it better’ by Rihanna. This turned out a bit steamier than what I originally planned 💖 anyway stay safe and have a good day and thank you for 500 followers!!

It was the second day of filming for your latest music video, you had spent the day yesterday filming your close ups and glamour shots but today you were to be joined by Timothée Chalamet, who would be playing your love interest in the video. You were supprised he agreed to do the project, music videos not really being his fortes, however you had met him a few months prior at an award ceremony after party, and after gushing about how incredibly talented you thought he was for a good ten minutes you expressed how much you’d love for him to be in one of your videos. He somehow agreed and here you are.

Your hands fumbled around in your lap shaking slightly while you sat in your hair and makeup chair, the anticipation of Timothée’s arrival was making you a nervous wreck. “Would you calm down! You’re gonna be fine!” Your makeup artist Kiera insisted, taking a brush to your lips touching them up.

“I know but it’s just nerve wracking, he’s this big talented actor who I happened to run my mouth off to and now he’s coming here to play all lovey dovey with me! And I’m no actor what if he thinks I’m shit and leaves!” An exasperated sigh fell from your lips, with a huff you sat back in your chair throwing a strop in a toddler esque manner.

“Yeah she’s just through here” you hear faintly behind the door before there’s a sudden knock on it. You pull your robe closer around your body, “come in!” You yell, hearing the hinges creak lightly as the door slowly opened. It revealed your publicist and none other than Timothée standing in the door frame, hair styled away from his face in sweeping waves. He gives you a soft smile. “Hello sorry to barge in while you’re getting ready, but I’m really looking forwards to working with you today” he steps forward, extending his hand to you to shake.

You take his hand, his grip was firm but friendly. “It’s a pleasure really, I’m looking forwards to it” Keira teases your hair one final time “there we go you’re done” you lean forwards in your chair and look in the mirror, “You look lovely” Timothée smiles from his lingering stance behind you. “Thank you” you smiled back. “Right well I better go and get dressed and I’ll see you on set” Timmy lenses you a final smile before stepping outside of the room. You rose from your seated position and dropped your robe from your shoulders leaving you in your ‘costume’ for your first shots of the day.

You walk through the halls of the humongous house to the first set location of the day, in the dining hall. Your heals clicking along the hard wood floors caught the attention of Timothée as well as the director as you stepped inside of the room. “My beautiful angel, you look gorgeous, are you ready to begin!” Paolo the director yells across the room striding towards you taking your face into his hands, you had worked with him many times and become very close friends over the years. Your eyes looked in Timothée’s direction and softened from your nervous stance slightly. “I’m ready if you are” You let out a soft giggle. 

Getting into position, you were both seated at opposite ends of a twelve seated dining table, a nice contrast to how close you would become later on throughout the shoot. The producers and runners fixed up a few things in the shot before the cameras started filming. “Ready! Roll music...Action!” A couple of lines of the ‘song begin blasting out from the speakers behind the director. 

 Been waiting on that sunshine boy I think I need that back, can’t do it like that no one else gonna get it like that.

You sat across from each other, two camera men standing by each of your sides, catching each of your nuances. Your head lifted and you directed your eye-line towards Timothée, his eyes meeting yours at the same time. You tilted your head the camera moving forward to catch your actions more closely. Timothée’s hands lay down on the table before his chair screeches, pushing it back, so he can move into a standing postition. Your takes a more wide angle shot as you sit up straighter in your chair. Timothée straitens his tie, the camera getting a close up shot of his hands working on the material around his neck. ‘CUT’ The music stops rolling and the camera men roll their cameras back into the original positions.

“That was beautiful, you both look sexy and fierce I love it!” Paolo shouts from across the hall. You giggle shaking your head you look up and see Timothée sharing a laugh also. “Are we ready to move on or do you want to refilm anything darling?” His precocious mannerisms always made him so much easier to work with, “no I think we got it!”

So I argue, you yell, but you take me back, Who cares when it feels like crack, boy you know that you always do it right

“Action!” The music blares through the speakers once again, and the camera pans out on Timothée striding towards you, you casually play with one of the diamonds falling from your ear, a smirk placed on your face. Timothée reaches you, standing behind your chair, one of the camera men moves to the other end of the table where Timothée once sat and the other stood next to you getting the close up. Timothée’s arms encased you, one travelling slowly down your body and the other moving around your neck and shoulders, he leaned down as if to whisper in your ear, leaving a kiss at the connecting part of your jawline. Your head rolled to the back of the chair. One arm lifted to caress his face whilst the other raised to hold the one around your chest. You both leaned in lips grazing, your eyes fluttered shut.

“CUT! Ugh I could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife! Jesus you two are hot!” His strong accent only made you laugh harder. You pulled away from each other, sitting up straight again in your chair, Timmy was leaning on the back of, you look up to him and give him a shy smile which he gladly returned.

“Right so your next shot in this location is the steamy make out session where you get to throw her around the room a little Timothée, okay, and then we’re done with this location! Okay, shall we take 5, get some air before the sex tape comenses okay darlings!” Paolo expresses every nuance with his hands flying all over the place and the over extended enunciated words. You nod towards him raising from your chair and walking towards the refreshments table for a bottle of water, Timothée follows persuit, opening a bottle and taking a big gulp.

“How are you finding it so far? Are you enjoying yourself or are we putting you off music videos completely?” You quiz the green eyes boy before you. He smiles brightly before nodding his head.

“I’m really enjoying myself, it’s a beautiful location, and Paola is hilarious and my scene partner isn’t horrible so what’s not to like” he jokes, you hit his arm jokingly shaking your head. “No in all seriousness, I was quite nervous coming into set today, I know that being in music videos can be seen as quite gimmicky, but I think that after people see what we’ve done here they’ll love it” your eyes light up and your heart feels like it’s skipped about ten beats.

“Okay darlings, time to rock and roll!” You whip your head round at the sudden boom of Paolo’s voice re-entering the room, and move back towards the table.

Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy take it on back boy, take it back all night , just take it on back, take it on back

“Action”

Timothée’s arms come around under your bum lifting you into the dining table, you leaned back arms spreading out across the span of the table back making the perfect arch. Timothée leans forward placing kisses along your jawline and shoulders, the camera draws in close to your face capturing your mouth fall ajar and a gasp fall from your painted red lips . The camera followed in an extreme closeup shot as Timothée’s hands travelled down your heavily jewelled body down to your thighs, the second camera caught your head sharply falling back on the beat of the music, your movements becoming rhythmic.

“Cut! Okay let’s move to the doorway!” The music paused, Timothée lifted himself from your netheregions, offering his hands to you to help you down from the table.

You accepted and moved towards the doorway of the dining hall, “okay darlings are you alright for me to position you?” Paolo asked, you both nodded and allowed him to step in, “okay darling, if I can get you to just lean against the doorway with your back arched like this..” he moves you into place, your back arched, one arm delicately placed above your head. He moved one of your legs so it arched forwards. “And then Timothée darling, you slip yourself in hear, oh first take your suit jacket off, there we go. You place one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, oh yes just like that, beautiful, and then one of your legs in between hers, so when you go to ‘slam’ her into the wall she’ll be balanced on your leg and can hold the stance. Beautiful darlings, ready!” He steps away from the frame.

“Action!”

Timothée did as instructed, pushing you back into the wall but raising his leg to keep you steady, the hand on your neck comes up to caress your check before he dives in, his lips touch your with such ferocious force you don’t know if you can keep up, it may have been the tension that had been building up between the two of you all day that had finally been released. Your lips moved against him like clockwork, finery and in perfect time with each other. His arms held a strong grip around you. His lips moved to lay kisses on your neck, your head spun backwards against the door frame, arm lifting to grip the solid wood above your head.

The camera came to a close up shot of your face just as your mouth fell agape, eyes fluttering shut. Timothée’s movements were rhythmic against the beat of the music blaring through the speakers. His head lifted once more and he placed his forehead softly against yours, and smiled gently.

“AND CUT! Oh beautiful! Darlings you are just breathtaking to watch!” You step away from each other, your assistant running over and wrapping you in your robe. You grab a bottle of water from the table beside you and take a large gulp. “Do you wanna have a look on the monitor at the shots?” Paolo’s eyes light up, proud of him and his teams work. You nod enthusiastically and move towards the monitors set up by Paolo’s chair, he presses play and you see part of your video finally coming to life for the first time and you’re in love. You have to admit you and Timothée work well together. Each of your movements compliments the other really well, and you both just look good together.

“It’s really beautiful Paolo, thank you!” You pull him into a side hug. “Right beautiful people, go and get ready for your next scene and I’ll see you in the gardens”

The flowers in the garden popped with colour, the grass a vibrant green that seemed to make the yellow in your dress stand out even more. You spot Timothée as you make your way through the gardens and travel over to him. He’d had his hair styled differently for the next shot, looking more slick. He looked handsome, you noticed how much the yellow complimented the green in his eyes. And how his hair styled away from his face somehow made his bone structure that more prominent.

“Are you ready to dance lover boy” you teased as you approached the boy. “I am, I don’t know if you are!” He joked standing up from his seated position, one arm picking up one of your hands, the other moving to your waist to spin you out. You let out a squeal as he dips you to the floor almost, his firm grip on your waist the only thing keeping you from falling. It’s then that you notice the closeness of his face to yours. His nose brushes against yours gently, the beginnings of a smile apear on his face.

“Well, well, well darlings! What do we have here! Save that chemistry for the cameras please! At least until the shoot is over! Are you ready to proceed” Paolo wiggling his eyebrows at the pair.

Timothée practically swigs you back up almost giving you whiplash, and stands a few feet apart from you. He clears his throat. You nod to Paolo that you were ready. For a moment you had forgotten where you were and what your purpose was for the day, it was only the two of you.

You both walk over into position by the blossomed bushes. The sunlight was bouncing off of your skin warming the surface. “So this is the scene that’s going to be in slow motion baby, so make use of that dress I want you lifting and dropping it and Timothée maybe spin her or something!” Paolo spoke with enthusiasm picking up parts of your dress making them fly around the air.

“Okay ready darlings! Action!” Stepping out of shot back into his chair.

What are you willing to do, Oh tell me what you're willing to do? (Kiss it, kiss it better, baby)

As soon as the direction was called, Timothée pulled you in close by your waist, dipping you down again this time a little slower than before, the movements feeling more intimate on camera. A fan had been turned on to help with the movement of your dress, you raised your bare leg gently wrapping it around his waist as your back arched, Timothée pulled you up to meet his eyes, two strang hand around your back, you lay yours gently around his neck, one caressing his jawline.

One camera man moves in quickly with a dolly, as you lip sync the lyrics ‘kiss it, kiss it better baby.’

Timothée leans forward as you tilt your head back allowing him to place another tender kiss on the skin of your neck.

“Aaaand cut! Oh that was beautiful!” You were expecting him to take a step away from you but he remained close with his arm draped over your shoulder. A warm tingling feeling surged through your body putting a warm smile on your face.

“Right I want to do one more shot here, just a short one over a guitar riff, just of you being cute” Paolo winks at the two of you causing a deep red to rise to your cheeks, you know he can sense you’ve developed a bit of a crush for your costar for the day and he just loves to taunt you. But honestly who wouldn’t.

Timothée turns to you a sense of excitement in his eyes, “we could possibly do something simple, just like lying down on the grass and have the odd few touches, if you catch my drift” he rambled on some of his words overlapping in places where he spoke too fast.

“I love it, simple but effective” you reply and nudge him with your arms. You move to a more open area of the garden where more sunlight was hitting, and plonk yourself down on the ground. For the second time that day Paolo came and set you both into a position, lying on your side, held up by one arm with one leg straight and the other arched, he positioned your dress in the ‘floatyist’ way possible as he liked to called it. Timothée lay opposite you in a similar position. His close proximity to you made it almost impossible to breath.

Paolo stood away from you, eyeing the finial positioning one more time. “Okay you look beautiful, are you ready?” You both nod, he steps out of frame and takes a seat in his directors chair. “Action”

A guitar riff sounds through the speakers on a continuous loop. Timothée’s hand grazes the skin of your face working it’s way along your body, travelling along your slender shoulders, across your hips and tracing patterns on your legs. You nuzzle your head into his neck and look back to see his eyes boring into your own, you could detail every emerald and amber fleck merging together, the corners of his mouth curve into a smile, he leant in and placed a short but tender kiss on your lips. Unscripted and unplanned, your breath caught in your throat and you felt your cheeks turn pink. You could hear the gasp from Paolo behind you.

“And cut!”

Sunlight was glistening through the large windows, pouring into the and bouncing from the crystal chandeliers that hung high on the ceiling in technicolour streams. There was a king sized four post bed covered in white sheets, floating down from each of the posts and draping down onto the floor. The rest of the rooms furnishings were kept simple but still extravagant. The room was bright and vibrant in colour, leaving a nice contrast to your final look of the shoot.

Timothée’s gasp was audible as you entered the room. Then there was silence and you swear all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating out of its chest. You sauntered over and took a perch next to the curly headed boy sat on the bed. Paolo came rushing in with the creative director followed by the large fan ready for one of the shots.

“Are you having fun mr chalamet?” You quiz the boy as he watches intently as the producers and runners set a few things for the shots. “Yeah I am, it’s nice to hang out with yo-“ his sentence was cut short by Paolo clapping his hands in front of your faces, “oh y/n you look breathtaking darling! Now let’s plot through these last scenes, I’m ready to see some steamy intense passion!” Turning on his heals he walks towards his chair.

You shrug your shoulders at Timothée laughing shaking your head quietly. You raise from your seated position and walk further into the room. Timothée stays in his seated position slightly hunched over with his hands casually resting on his knees. You loved watching the shift of Timothée getting into character, going from this bubbly smiley to brooding and smouldering in a matter of seconds. It sent shivers up your spine.

“Action!”

I've been waiting up all night, Baby, tell me what's wrong, Go on and make it right, Make it all night long

Your head lifted on the beat, lips parting. Timothée’s head raised his head slowly his eyes daringly meeting yours. His hands slide up his thighs a few inches where he pats instructing you to come over. You take three steps towards the boy, that’s all it took. Your leg raised and stomped it’s self up on the bed. Timothée’s hands wrapped around the leg sliding up the nylon fabric of the stockings. Your head rolled back on the beat. His lips lowered to press a kiss on the inside of your thigh, your fingers interlaced themselves in his loose curls, stroking down the side of his face.

You lifted your other leg to kneel on the other side of Timothée’s lap before sitting yourself in a straddling position. His eyes flickered down to your neck. Placing delicate kisses along the base as your head gently fell to the side, his hands wrapped around your waist and yours reached back up to take a hold of his curls. His head pulls back and you look into his eyes once more before lip syncing to your lyrics “make it all night long”

“Cut! Oh beautiful! Just beautiful! Do you need a break from all the sexual tension or are we okay to move straight on!” Paolo raised his eyebrows a smirk increasingly apparent on his face. “We can move on” you laugh moving back to lay on the bed for your next and final shot of the day.

“Okay let’s try the fans!” The fans switch on causing all the tulle and silk drapes hanging from the bed posts to float around the air. The flying fabric as well as the rainbow streams beaming through the room from the chandelier really set the ambience in the room, and made it feel almost dream like.

You laughed as Timothée’s curls began to blow in the wind as he edged too close to one of the fans. Paolo almost had a fit until he saw you pull him back towards the bed and fix his curls, gently twiddling them around your fingers putting them into their somewhat ‘disheveled’ style. “Okay there, that’s better” you giggle brushing the final curls away from his face.

“Positions people! Come on I have 5 cats to get home to darlings!” You laugh again at Paolo clapping and snapping his fingers at you taking your time to get into position.

“Okay ready action!”

Ooh do what you gotta do, keep me up all night (all night), Hurting vibe, man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

With all the tulle and silk flying around the room the camera had a more blurred vision of the pair of you. You laid back on the bed, body elongated against the bed, arms stretched above your head. Timothée began crawling on top of you, placing kisses along different parts of your body as he made his way up. When he reached eye level with you, one of his hands moved like silk against your skin, along your shoulders and tilted your chin up. You raised a hand to his shoulder and pushed him back up slightly this time rising with him.

You both sit up to a kneeling position and face each other for a moment before leaning in on the beat. His long arms encase your body holding you close, while your own wrap around his neck. He draws you in for a kiss, you hesitate for a second just before your lips meet to look into those eyes. His lips perk up into a smile before he presses them against your own. For just a second you completely forget about the world around you, with tulle flying around in the air it made everything feel that bit more romantic. His lips move melodically against your own for a short time before drawing away, but still keeping your close proximity.

You see the camera that had once been in a close up shot of the pair of you, pan out on the dolly and the music comes to a stop from the continuous loop it had once been playing on. “Cut! And that is a wrap ladies and gentlemen! Well done and congratulations miss l/n on another beautiful shoot!” A few of the crew members cheer and you clap along thanking them for their hard work.

The fans are switched off and the silk and tulle gradually float back to their original spots beside the bed. Your assistant comes running over to you with your robe which you gracefully slip over your shoulders. “Thank you so much for your hard work and dedication to this Timothée I really appreciate it, it’s been amazing working with you today” you nod your head to the curly headed boy flashing him a genuine smile, in which he returns.

“It was my pleasure y/n truly, and if you ever have anything else lined up in the future you think I’d be suitable for, please let me know I’d be honoured to work with you again!” He spoke with enthusiasm his hands fumbled in his lap. “Oh of course I would be honoured to have you again! It’s been lovely seeing you Timothée, I hope we can do this again sometime..” your words draw out, longing to stay in his company just a little longer.

“Right well I should go get ready to leave, I can’t exactly walk around town like this can I” you half joked standing from the bed, Timothée joined you and shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly looking to the ground. “No, well I mean you could but you might get a few stares” he laughs softly. “Thanks again Timmy, and maybe I’ll see you soon” you turn and give him a brief hug, he says his goodbyes. And just as you’re walking out the door you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!” You turn around to look at the hopeful boy who seemed to have a certain glimmer in his eyes. “Would you maybe wanna go grab some dinner after this? Somewhere where there aren’t any cameras” he smiled cheekily and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest.

“Oh thank god you asked! Yes, let me go and get ready, and I’ll see you in a lil bit okay” you lean forwards and leave a peck on his cheek. Pulling away you see the same gleam in his eyes that you had felt. And a warm buzzing feeling had overcome you, and you couldn’t help the Cheshire grin that had plastered itself all over your face as you walked back to your dressing room. What a wonderful day to shoot a music video!

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[hermionemonica]

Christmas for the Cat

Happy Christmas to my wonderful fandom family @flashflashitsash, @gryffindorcls and @lalunaoscura!! I wrote this little gift for you guys and I hope you like it! I made it as fluffy and cheery as I could, so enjoy! And have a great day!

(I own none of the characters. This is merely a fan fiction.)

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My Lady: Did your father agree? My Prince: Took a bit of persuasion, but he finally gave in. My Prince: I'M COMING TONIGHT! My Lady: Oh that’s such a relief. And I'm so excited! My Prince: Me too! Can't wait to see you! My Lady: Me neither.

Adrien flopped onto his bed. This year, he was going to spend Christmas with the best people in his life.   “Ugh, that lovey-dovey grin is back on your face,” snickered Plagg. Adrien turned his head to look his kwami right in the eye. “Are you telling me that you aren't eager to meet your sugarcube tonight?” It was impossible to miss the purplish colour that came over the kwami’s cheeks as he spun the other way round. “At least I'm not being a sappy kitten like you.” Adrien laughed as he sat up in his bed. “Hey, Plagg.” “What?” he replied in an annoyed hiss. “Happy Christmas.” Plagg turned around with an almost-smile on his face. He floated over to Adrien and hugged his chest. “Happy Christmas to you too Adrien,” he purred.

Adrien skipped with happiness as he made his way down the stairs. At the doorway, he was stopped by Nathalie.   “Mr Agreste wishes to know if you have finished all your work for the day,” she spoke in her stoic, business-like voice. “Yes Nathalie,” Adrien sighed, “You may tell him that I have.” She looked up from her tablet as she assumed a less formal stance, although her face remained as emotionless as ever. “You know your father is not proud of your behaviour.” “Let's be honest Nathalie,” Adrien said with a Chat-esque drawl in his voice, “Father will never be proud of me, no matter how much I try. And this time, I am not even breaking any rules. Also, not that it matters to him, but I'd much rather spend Christmas with people who actually show their love for each other. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I have somewhere to be.” Saying so, Adrien made his way out of the doors of the mansion, towards where his bodyguard waited for him in the car. He opened the car door for himself and stepped inside. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw that the Gorilla shot him a warm look in the rear-view mirror.

It didn't take long for them to reach the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Before entering, Adrien peeked through the glass door to see if Marinette was in the bakery, and luckily she was. She was working at the counter with her back to the door, and she was alone. Stealthy as a cat, Adrien let himself in. “Surprise!” Adrien shouted as he pounced upon Marinette and wrapped her in a hug from behind. “Whoa!” she exclaimed as she slightly leaned forwards under Adrien's weight. “I can never understand how you manage to get in without making a sound, not even ringing the bell on the door!” “It’s the cat's secret m’ lady,” he whispered, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.   “Hello Marinette,” Plagg zoomed out of Adrien's pocket and greeted her with a little bow. He was always extra courteous in front of Marinette, and Adrien still couldn't decipher why. “Nice to see you again Plagg,” Marinette greeted back. “Tikki is in my room upstairs, maybe you'd like to join her there?” “I think I'd rather stay away from both of you for now,” he shot a snide look at Adrien. “Just admit that you want to spend time with Tikki,” Adrien hissed, at which Plagg snickered and phased through the ceiling. Marinette turned her attention back to the boy who was still draped around her. “I didn't know you were going to be here so early,” she said with a giggle. “Nobody else is here yet.” “I missed you,” he breathed in her ear, making her erupt into a fit of giggles. “So,” Marinette turned around in Adrien's arms, “as you can see, I'm working right now. What are you going to do till I'm done?” “What are you making?” Adrien asked, trying to get a peek at the counter behind her. “Cookies. Dad already made macaroons and croissants for all of us, but I thought cookies would be nice.” “Can I help?” Adrien asked with the excitement of a five-year-old.   Marinette reached up and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Do you even know how to make cookies?”   “You can teach me!” he straightened up and placed a hand over his heart. “I assure you, I am a very fast learner!” Adrien's excitement was so adorable that Marinette could not refuse him. Besides, it would be fun, right?   “Alright, let's do it,” she said. “I've already prepared the dough, so what is left is to shape the cookies, decorate them, and of course bake them. I am going to start off with a section of the dough, and roll it like-" “Princess,” Adrien interrupted. “Yes?” “Can you show me, please?” Marinette laughed a little. Of course, she was just giving him verbal instructions, and it must be difficult to understand for someone who had never done this before. “Okay, so I take a section of the dough like this,” she tore off a bit from the dough, and Adrien did the same, “and then I roll it with- hold on,” she walked over to the shelf under the sink where there was an assortment of items. Rummaging a little through them, she found what she was looking for. “Here,” she said, handing it to him, “you can have this smaller rolling pin. This used to be mine when I was younger and could not handle the bigger one. I figured since this is your first time, you might be more at ease with this.” Adrien’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “Aww, it's pink!” “What else did you expect, kitty?” Marinette giggled. Marinette picked up her own rolling pin and rolled out her piece of the dough. “See?” “Oh that's easy, I can do it!” Adrien exclaimed as he enthusiastically picked up his rolling pin. But of course, it wasn't as easy as it looked; he ended up with an unevenly rolled out base. “Help?” he turned to Marinette with kitten eyes. “You're doing pretty good,” she stepped over to stand near him and rolled the dough back into a ball. “Only you need to even out the pressure. Like so,” she placed her hands on top of his and guided him into rolling out the ball evenly. But Adrien's mind was elsewhere. Marinette was standing so close to him, and she was smelling so wonderful that Adrien could not resist himself. He closed his eyes and took a long whiff out of her hair. “Are you sniffing me again?” Adrien opened his eyes to find Marinette looking at him with narrowed eyes and a smirk. It made Adrien nervous and he stuttered, “M-maybe?” “Aww kitty,” Marinette cooed, and then reached up to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, making him all the more flustered. “Th-that's not fair!” “But you are so cute, my love!” “Oh, is that so?” Adrien said in a challenging voice, with a cocked eyebrow. Marinette gulped; that was the tone he used before he used unfair means to tackle her. “Well, the cookies aren't going to make themselves,” she announced in an attempt to divert the conversation. Fortunately, Adrien was too excited at the moment and he fell for it, and Marinette secretly breathed a sigh of relief. “Now comes the most exciting part, cutting the cookies into shapes,” Marinette declared, bringing out a drawer of cookie-cutters.   “There are so many shapes!”   “Of course! Take your pick: there is a star, a heart, even a-" “Can I use all of them?” Adrien asked with childish delight. Marinette smiled. “Just as I expected. But be careful! The edges are pretty sharp, don’t hurt yourself.” Adrien was careful. After the cookies were cut out, Marinette arranged them on the tray and placed them inside the oven. “Now we wait?” Adrien asked. “Yes, but not idle waiting,” Marinette replied. “We have like ten minutes till the cookies are baked, and in that time, we are going to prepare the icing.” Saying so, Marinette moved around the kitchen to pick up ingredients. She mixed them all in a bowl to make a glossy, creamy mixture. “Wow.” Marinette started at his voice. She had been too focused on her work for a while to notice Adrien's movements. And now he was crouching on the floor next to her, peeking over the counter to see what she was doing. Marinette laughed out loud. “Can you stop being a cat even for once?” “But... I am a cat,” Adrien pushed his nose into Marinette's belly. “Stop, you're tickling me!” Marinette cried between laughs, and Adrien finally stood up. He knew Marinette was extremely ticklish, so he wasn't surprised that she took a while to recover from her fit of giggles. Once she did though, she immediately switched back into her instructor persona. “Now you may choose your colours,” she explained, pointing to the small bottles of food colour kept on the side. “And depending on how many colours, we are going to divide the icing into parts.” “I need...” Adrien counted off the colours on his hands, and winked at Marinette, obviously proud of himself. “Of course,” Marinette smiled. Just then the oven timer chimed. “There,” Marinette exclaimed, “the cookies are baked. I'm going to take them out of the oven now,” she said, putting on her oven-mitts, “and let them cool for a while.” Carefully, she took the tray of cookies out from the oven and placed them on the counter. “Meanwhile, we are going to finish up preparing the icing.” In a few minutes, the icing was ready and put into piping bags. Adrien insisted that he would decorate his cookies without Marinette's help, so she let him. She watched with a grin on her face, as Adrien scrunched up his face in concentration, trying to keep his icing from running off the edges of the cookie. While Adrien was thus occupied, Marinette turned around to work on a secret. When Adrien was done, he called Marinette over to see his handiwork. While it wasn't perfect, Marinette had to say that it was great work for someone who had never done it before. “I'm so proud of you Adrien,” Marinette praised her boyfriend. But when she looked up from the cookies, she could not hold back her laughter. Because Adrien’s face was splashed with icing. When he saw her laughing, he pouted in annoyance. But she looked so beautiful, so happy and carefree, that he could not stay mad at her too long. Very soon, he was laughing too, even though he had no idea what they were laughing about. When Marinette recovered enough to get meaningful words out, she threw a towel at Adrien's face. “Wipe yourself, you dork,” she teased.   Adrien rubbed the towel on his face. When he removed it, he flashed a Chat Noir grin, and asked, “Is it okay now?” Marinette furrowed up her brows, examining his face with interest. “You have something just there,” she pointed out, touching the area beside his lips. Adrien mirrored her hand and rubbed at his face. “Gone?” “Hold on,” Marinette said. And then she placed a hand on his cheek, stood up on her tiptoes, and planted a kiss just on the side of his lips. When she drew back, she saw Adrien's cheeks were red and his mouth was gaping open. “I think it was just me,” Marinette winked. “You little-" Adrien pretended to get angry, and then he leaned down and crashed his lips into hers, pulling her in close. Marinette smiled against his lips. The kiss was more flirty than passionate, and they broke off after a few seconds. “You know, there's still some time before Alya and Nino are supposed to arrive,” Marinette whispered, pressed up against Adrien's chest. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Adrien asked. “Ultimate Mecha Strike!” they both shouted at the same time, and then dashed to the drawing-room.

Marinette's parents were relaxing on the couch. “Oh Adrien, sweetie, we thought we heard you,” Sabine smiled warmly at him. “I was wondering where you both had gone off to,” Marinette commented, as she walked over to the shelves to bring to controllers. Tom fidgeted and said in a very fake-cool manner, “Oh yes, we were totally not staying away to give you kids privacy-” “Honey!” Sabine shushed her husband. Adrien nervously rubbed the back of his neck and Marinette suddenly seemed to find her feet very interesting subjects to stare at.   “I'll bring you kids something to uhh, drink, okay?” Sabine pulled her husband along with her outside the room.

“I-I'm sorry,” Marinette mumbled. “You know my parents can be a little overbearing at times, and even,” she whispered the last bit, “inappropriate.” “Please don't apologise!” Adrien objected. “I love your parents! And besides, I can't blame them for staying away, can I?” he brought his face real close to Marinette's. For a moment, a blush spread over her cheeks, but she quickly got over it and pushed Adrien's face away gently but firmly. “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Let's start the match, shall we bugaboo?” Adrien intentionally used that nickname to annoy her. “I'm going to demolish you, you stray kitten!” she roared in response.

At the end of an intense gaming session, Marinette was dominating by a margin of 7 wins to Adrien’s 5. She threw down the controller with a victorious flourish, “Congratulations model boy, your girlfriend is still the champion.” “Well, at least I suck less now,” Adrien pouted.   Marinette kissed his forehead. “That you do. But you know you still have a long way to go if you want to be the better gamer in front of our kids.” Adrien's eyes widened, and it was only then that she realised what she had said. She buried her face in her hands in order to conceal the raging blush that came over her cheeks. “Did you just say ‘our kids', Marinette?”   Marinette refused to answer.   Adrien gently moved her hands away from her face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” “I'm so embarrassed.” “Oh Princess, it's not embarrassing! Trust me, I think it makes me love you even more, if that's possible.” “What?” Marinette looked as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. “I can't believe someone, least of all someone so perfect as you, would think of having a future with me.” Adrien murmured. “Oh kitty,” Marinette wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. “I have dreamt of having a future with you since I met you!” “Really?” “Mm-hm.”

They probably would have loved to continue that conversation, but Sabine entered the room. “Adrien, I have something for you!” At the sound of her voice, both of them sprang up and slid to the opposite sides of the couch. But the movement was obviously not unnoticed by Sabine, who suppressed a giggle at how adorable the kids were. She walked over to them, holding a bag in her hand. “Here,” she extended the bag towards Adrien, “this is for you.” Adrien opened the bag with childlike wonder, and gasped when he saw what was inside. “A sweater!” he exclaimed. ��Take it out,” Sabine urged. Adrien did so, and unfolded it. He smiled because it was in his favourite shade of blue; only a few people cared to know that his favourite colour was indeed blue, not green. And then he turned it around. The grin on his face only became wider as he saw the embroidery on it. ‘Crust me, I'm on a roll’ it read. “It's a pun!” he gasped.   “Since you are now a part of our family now,” Sabine went on, “I figured that you should own one of the special Dupain-Cheng Christmas sweaters.” “I love it!” Adrien cried, as he enfolded the small woman in a bear hug. Sabine smiled and gently patted his back. “Can I put it on now?” he asked when he let go. “Of course you can, dear,” Sabine said sweetly. Adrien didn't need to be told twice. He pulled the oversized garment over his head and slipped into it. “Oh it's so warm and soft!” he said excitedly, wrapping his arms around himself, “I’m never taking it off again.” Marinette and Sabine shared a look. They both loved this precious boy with all their hearts.

Just then, they heard Alya announce from the bakery “We are here!” Adrien peeked from behind the door. “I got here before you!” “I thought we came early,” Alya complained. “He came way before time,” Marinette intervened, appearing through the door. “Sick sweater, dude!” Nino commented when he saw it. “I know, right?” Adrien bragged. Greetings were exchanged and gifts were passed. Both Nino and Adrien were extremely eager to open their gifts, but their girlfriends would not let them. Also, neither would Tom and Sabine. “Only after dinner,” they said. At the sound of dinner, Nino's stomach rumbled. Embarrassed, he tried to cover it up, but Sabine obviously noticed. She was not going to have any hungry bellies in her house. “Since there’s still time before dinner, why don't you children help yourself to some snacks?” she suggested. “I'll get them,” Marinette stood up.   “I'll help you, sweetie,” Sabine offered. “And when you come back, can we watch a Christmas movie?” Adrien asked. “Sure,” she smiled.  

It didn't take them more than a few minutes, but when they came back into the room, carrying a myriad number of boxes and plates, Alya had already connected her phone to the TV, and a movie was paused on the screen. “There you are!” said Nino, “Come on dudette, we were only waiting for you!” Her mother put the things down on the table, kissed each of the kids in turn, and left. Marinette walked over to the couch and squeezed in between Alya and Adrien. “So, what are we watching?” “The Knight Before Christmas,” Alya said. “I have heard people say that it's cute.” “Okay then,” Marinette declared. “But before we get started, I want you guys to see this.” Saying so, she opened up the box she was holding. It contained a batch of cookies in a variety of shapes. “Cute!” Alya exclaimed. “Guess who made these?” Marinette questioned. Alya and Nino tried to think, and then they spoke up at the same time. “Oh!” “Damn!” They turned to where Adrien was covering the blush on his face with his hands. “Dude!” Nino punched his shoulder playfully. “These are awesome!” “I agree,” Alya chimed in. “I think these are adorable.” Adrien looked at Marinette, who was giving him a look that said, told you they're great.

After they had praised him till he was as red as the heart cookies, Marinette finally decided to rescue him. “Let's start the movie, shall we?” she said, taking up the remote. When the movie started playing, Marinette leaned against Adrien’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Nino and Alya never minded them cuddling, and this position was actually very comfortable. And the closeness allowed them to whisper-talk to each other without disrupting the movie. Barely ten minutes into the movie, Marinette felt Adrien’s arms tighten around her, and she knew what it was about. He whispered frantically, “He called her m’ lady! Did you see that?” “I did, Adrien,” she replied with a smile. Her boyfriend was so cute. A few minutes later, it was Marinette who was whispering. “Did you see how he got down on his knees and kissed her hand? That reminds me of the first time you met me as Chat.” “During Evillustrator, right?” Adrien responded. “Well, I can assure you this is when she's going to fall for him; that move has never failed.” “Really?” “Admit it, Princess, hadn't you felt blown away when I had done that?” “Let's watch the movie, shall we?” Marinette put a stop to the conversation. She would rather not admit to her dork of a boyfriend that it had made her heart skip a beat when he had done that, for if he knew then he would never let her live that down. The rest of the movie passed by with them constantly whispering to each other. Because as it turned out, they found a number of similarities between the couple in the movie and themselves.   Marinette heard Adrien sobbing towards the end, but she was not surprised. Her boyfriend was a hopeless romantic, and she knew he easily cried at emotional scenes. She chose not to look at him and embarrass him when he was at his weak moment. So she just wrapped her arms closer around his, and let him hold on to her for comfort.

When the credits started playing, the four of them leaned back against the couch (or in Marinette's case, against her boyfriend's chest). “That was a really beautiful movie Alya,” Marinette commented. “You think?” Alya retorted. “I was beginning to doubt you guys were even watching with all the constant whispering.” “I beg your pardon, Lady Alya,” Adrien joined in with a little bow, “but I can assure you that myself and my lady love here were not neglectful of the magic box at all.” “Alright I got it,” Alya rolled her eyes. “Must you always be so extra?” Marinette turned to Adrien with a cocked eyebrow. “I'm afraid so, m’ lady,” he brought her hand to his lips and reverently kissed it. “Look what you did Alya!” Marinette complained. “You have created a monster!” “I don't see any difference,” Nino shrugged and left the room, Alya with him. “Okay my knight, here's an offer,” Marinette turned to face Adrien and placed her hands on his chest, “I am going to scratch your belly for five minutes if you stop this obnoxious act right now.” “Make it ten, and I might consider.” “Fine.” “Deal!”

“Where are you, kids?” Tom called out. “Dinner is served, you wouldn't want the sauce to get cold now!” At that call Adrien rushed over to the dining room, pulling Marinette along by her hand.

The table was set with so many foods that looked and smelled delicious. The Dupain-Chengs had gone the extra mile to place seat markers on the plates in order to indicate where each one of them was supposed to sit. Tom was to sit at the head of the table, with Marinette and Alya at his two sides, who in turn had Adrien and Nino at their sides and Sabine was to be seated at the other end of the table. The kids took their respective seats, visibly excited. Before starting on the food, they all joined their hands across the table to say Grace.   When they were done, they heard sniffling. They opened their eyes to see that Adrien was silently weeping.   “Oh no, what happened love?” Marinette asked. “I'm sorry. Please don't worry about me,” Adrien quickly wiped at his cheeks, “I am just overwhelmed. It has been so long since we have had an actual Christmas dinner at my house, and even then it never used to be so cheery.” “Poor boy,” Sabine took his hand in both of her. “You know you are always welcome to dine with us.” “And not just dine,” Tom interrupted, “but you can come over anytime! Be it breakfast, lunch, dinner or even for the occasional snack!” “You have got us now,” Sabine gently patted Adrien's hand. “So you'll always have a family, son.” The kindness of her words were more than what Adrien could take. He wrapped his arms around her, “Thank you, thank you so much.”   “There there now, my boy,” Tom tried to lighten the mood, “We wouldn’t want to shed tears over good, would we?” “Of course not!” Adrien exclaimed, as he picked up his fork and knife. The others followed suit.

The food was delicious and everyone asked for a second helping. And even after that, Sabine insisted on serving around a third helping because “No restrictions on Christmas food!” It was a cheerful dinner, with a variety of jokes and conversation to go with the food. Nino had struck up an interesting conversation with Sabine about Chinese music, Adrien and Tom had a blast discussing puns and Alya and Marinette were discussing Alya's latest blog about family traditions.

After dinner, Tom brought in the dessert. It was a delicious looking chocolate cake, and although everyone was full, who could ever say no to a Dupain-Cheng beauty like that? Sabine cut out generous slices for everyone, and they carried their plates to the living room where all the presents were kept. Although neither of the gifts said who it was from, as was tradition, it wasn't hard to tell. Other than individual gifts, both of the young couples got special presents from Tom and Sabine.

At the very end, Marinette excused herself and Adrien for a moment. She pulled him outside the room. “I have a secret gift for you,” Marinette whispered. Adrien looked like a little kitten on hearing her words. Marinette just wanted to pull his cheeks and squish his face because God, he is so adorable! She reached into her pocket and took out a little bag. “Open it,” she urged. Adrien did so, and he almost screamed. Because in his hand, he held two cookies. Two very special cookies. Because it was Ladybug and Chat Noir, complete with the details.   “I-It's us!” he spoke in a shaky voice. “Yes.” “I'm never going to eat them, they're so beautiful!”   “I'm glad you like them,” Marinette spoke softly, “but there's more.” “More?” Adrien asked, confused. “Look up,” Marinette pointed. Adrien did so, and he saw that a mistletoe was hung right above their heads. He looked back at Marinette and saw that she was looking at him with affection. “Happy Christmas, Adrien.” “Happy Christmas, Marinette.” Saying so, he took Marinette in his arms in one swift motion and pressed his lips to hers. Marinette lost no time in returning the kiss. She wove her fingers through his hair and pulled him in close to deepen the kiss. And as for Adrien, no matter how many times they had kissed, he could never get enough of her. They finally let go when they ran out of breath.

When they returned back into the room, Alya and Nino were already preparing to leave. “It's getting late,” they said. Marinette and Adrien looked at the clock. It was already past 9, which meant Adrien had to leave too. “I'll call Plagg,” she whispered to him before running upstairs.   She came back very soon, and Adrien realized Plagg was hidden in her hair. Good night wishes were passed around, and when Marinette went to kiss Adrien goodbye, Plagg slipped back into his pocket.   She whispered in his ear, “You're coming later tonight, right?” “Of course I am, Princess,” Adrien whispered back.

When Adrien was getting into the car, his bodyguard stopped him and handed him a neatly wrapped package. Curious, Adrien opened it and gasped.   Inside it was a framed painting of himself. And it was magnificent, from the accuracy to the details, everything. And the best part was that in it he was smiling his real smile: the one that came on his face when he was actually happy. Over the years, he had done so many modeling shoots and he had grown used to seeing his photographs everywhere. But this was something different, because someone had taken the time to draw him, someone had put in the effort. And that made his eyes fill up with tears. “Did you- did you make this for me?” he asked, looking up at the Gorilla. “Hmm,” he nodded, without looking at him. But his eyes widened in surprise when little arms wrapped around his body. He looked down to see that Adrien was hugging him. This precious sunshine boy, whom he had grown to think of as his own child, was embracing him as hard as he could. And that made him throw all reservations to the winds. He knelt down beside Adrien, and hugged him back.   “I love you kid.” Adrien barely heard a gruff voice whisper, but the emotion was clear. “I love you too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around his neck even tighter.

When Adrien opened the doors to his mansion, a cold draught blew at him. The house was deathly silent. Neither Nathalie or his father was waiting for him. He shrugged, he wasn't even expecting them to. Turning to look at his bodyguard one last time, he said, “Good night.” The big man responded with a nod and a little smile.  

Adrien sped up the stairs and ran into his room. This had probably been the best Christmas he had ever had.

Plagg zoomed out of his pocket as Adrien sat down on his bed. “I guess we should take a nap before we head over later?” Plagg suggested. “I'm running too high on adrenaline right now,” Adrien admitted. “I don't think I'll be able to sleep.” “Well, suit yourself,” Plagg mewed before heading over to his pillow. Adrien gently patted the top of his head. Then he walked over to his window and looked outside. He couldn't wait to see Marinette again, especially since she had mentioned that she had something special to show him.

He took his phone out of his pocket to see that he had a thread of unreceived messages from Marinette, which she had sent about ten minutes ago; he must have missed the alert when he was in the car.   Marinette had sent him some pictures. Nine, actually, to be exact. They were taking a while to load, so he read the message underneath them. “Dad took these!” it read. When the pictures finally loaded, Adrien was grinning from ear to ear. Because it was them in the bakery! Looked like Tom had sneaked quite a number of clicks while they were not looking.   “I'll cherish these memories of my first baking session with you, forever. I am indebted to your dad for infinity!” he sent the reply. He would indeed cherish them as long as he lived. He took his time to savour every detail in each photograph. Over the years of modeling for his father's brand, he had realised that the best photographs were the ones that were taken without your knowledge. Like behind-the-scenes shots, candids... and photos like this.  

He spent the rest of the time looking at those photographs, and very soon the clock downstairs chimed 11. He walked over to the bed and woke Plagg up. “Hey, it's time to go!” he whispered. “Already?” Plagg opened one eye. “But I was just starting on the seventh slice!” “Come on little guy, you can have your cheese later on!” Adrien urged. “You know right, that the only reason I agreed to do this in the middle of the night is because your girlfriend has the best cheese?” “No,” Adrien narrowed his eyes. “You're doing this because you're a hard-core Marichat stan.” “Well that too,” Plagg shrugged as he flew over, “but the cheese is more valid.” Adrien laughed. “Plagg, claws out!”

A few minutes later, Marinette heard a rap on her window and looked up to see the masked face of her boyfriend grinning at her. “Come on in, the door's open!” Chat Noir pounced through the open trapdoor onto Marinette's bed. “Hello Princess, miss me?” “I did, actually,” she climbed up the ladder to her bed.   “Where's my surprise?” he caught her in her arms as soon as she was close enough. “Oh?” she asked in a teasing voice. “Are you that impatient to get away?” Chat immediately loosened his hold. “I'm so sorry!” he blurted out, all flustered. “I didn’t mean it that way!” “Relax! I was only kidding!” Marinette turned around and seated herself in his lap. She cupped his face in her hands and said, “I know how much you love spending time with me.” Marinette leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. “But I would prefer that you are not out in the cold too late tonight, so let's go.” “Where?” “To the terrace,” she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “that's where the surprise is.”

She urged him to climb up before her. “Keep your eyes closed when you get up there, okay?” “Okay.” “Are you ready?” “Wait,” Chat whispered at her, “why are you still down there?” “Shh, my kitty.” A few silent seconds passed, and Adrien caught a click over the nightly sounds. “You may open your eyes now.” He heard Marinette's voice just beside him. When he opened his eyes he cupped his mouth with his hands. Because the sight that he saw in front of him was breath-taking. Marinette had decorated her entire terrace with fairy lights that twinkled against the darkness. He walked out to the edge of the balcony, and spun around, taking the whole of the sight.  

“You missed this here,” Marinette called his attention to the wall beside the bonsai plant. Chat slowly walked over. The fairy lights illuminated the wall and Chat saw that there were photographs. Of them. Selfies, candids, photos taken by their friends and family, prints from that one time Marinette modeled with Adrien, and even a couple of paparazzi photos that had turned out really nice. She had hung them all together by clothes-pegs from the wire of the lights. Looking through the photographs, it was almost like reliving through each of the moments. And to think that these moments mattered equally to her that she took the time to put them together, it made him feel so loved. Chat slowly turned his head to look at Marinette. She was already looking at him, love brimming in her expression. The dim light lit up one side of her face. Adrien never knew she could look more beautiful than she already was, but here she was, looking like an angel. He wanted to fall at her feet and worship the very ground she walked on, but he also wanted to hold her close in his arms and never let go. This beautiful, incredible girl was in front of him, and he could not help but wonder how he got so lucky to have her in his life. “Can I kiss you?” he asked in a little voice. “Yes, you can,” Marinette whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Chat pulled her close by the waist and leaned in.

As they kissed in the cold air of the balcony, Adrien felt a warmth inside himself that grew with every passing moment. This is what Christmas is about: love. He was home, and he was finally happy.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #plagg #tikki #ladybug #chat noir #cat noir #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #tom dupain #sabine cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #ml holidays #making cookies #christmas sweaters #christmas gifts #christmas movies #the knight before christmas #family dinner #the gorilla #ml gorilla #mistletoe kiss #christmas lights #post reveal #established relationship #adrienette #adrinette #marichat

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Sarcastic StarBharat Reviews: Episode 10- A hattrick of non-canon episodes...

This episode starts off from where the previous left it. “My life is more precious” says Shakuni. Shakuni and his men reach a dark grassland. “Why are we here, Yuvraj?” “You will see, Uluka.” At least, that’s what I hope the name is. I want to see, too! Hopefully, it’s not more ott drama. Shakuni walks through the grassland, brushing the blades of grass, causing sparkling fireflies to emerge. Ah, so I hoped for too much. Quite obviously, it is ott drama. “They are shining like my beloved sister’s eyes. Now Gandhari will no longer be afraid of the dark.” Argh. “Catch all of them.” An eagle flies to Shakuni. “Shukr,” he says. “My friend. News from the capital.” There is threatening music, followed by Shakuni saying “Dhritrashtra.” Then he yells the name like the demented git he is in this show. For what I (probably futilely) hope is the last time, I’d like to remind everyone that Shakuni was actually happy that Gandhari is marrying the man she did. Scene switches to Bhishm. He is arriving in a chariot, quite alone, I dunno where the army went. Maybe he dispatched them earlier, it must be cumbersome to travel with an entire army. There is a discussion about Bhishm and the marriage proposal. Everyone kneels as Bhishm comes into focus. He strides into the throne room, receives salutations from his nephews and sisters-in-law and then gives one to the Rajmata. “What blessing shall I give my famous son?” asks Satyavati. Clearly, Bhishm is going to demonstrate more of his perfection. Satyavati reminds him that the throne is empty and thus they cannot be happy when he asks for the blessing of happiness. She asks if the King of Gandhar and Gandhari came with him. “They did not come with me,” says Bhishm. Then there is a long conversation about this wedding being the first after a long time and Gandhar coming with family. “Start the preparations for your son’s marriage, Ambika,” says Bhishm. “I am very happy today, elder brother,” says Ambika. Satyavati gushes about her happiness too. Pandu is deputed to inform the Rajguru to announce the wedding on Akshaya Trithya. “After that, very soon, Dhritrashtra will be crowned.” Pandu and Dhritrashtra grin. Bhishm forces a smile. Scene changes to Dhritrashtra standing near the throne and imagining the jayjaykars. Pandu enters. “Pandu”. “Pranipaat, Jyeshth.” There’s an entirely meaningless scene that just makes Dhritrashtra more of an ass as he counts the number of steps needed to reach the throne. He wants to get married as that is the last obstacle between him and the throne. Ugh. I hate this guy. Poor Gandhari. He then goes off on a rant about ‘his throne.’ The scene ends with the words “My eyes, My Queen.” What, is she your servant? The camera switches to Gandhari, who’s all smiles. She and her maid are gushing over heavy jewels and clothes she got from Hastina. Sukhdha gushes over Gandhari’s beauty. “I am a Princess. It is destiny that I will be Queen one day.” Uh-oh. “But you have no experience of ruling.” “Where there is no experience, love makes up for it.” ARRGH. How sheltered are they portraying Gandhari to be? I’m sure no Princess was ever this sheltered. Princess at least get a good idea of ruling. “I want to rule over my husband’s heart…” I’m not sure if I should say ouch or yuck to this. Ouch because she has no idea of the sadistic git she’s gonna marry and yuck because, seriously? Lovey-dovey dialogues in the Mahabharat? Then there is a discussion about beautiful women. No, please. We cut back to Dhritrashtra. He’s talking about how his wife will become his eyes. “I am happy for you, anyway, you have no trust in me, elder brother” This is, obviously, Pandu.  “No, I trust you.” Do you? Doesn’t seem so. Always on angry young man mode. “But you will be warring as Senapati, you will not be with me all the time and I need a pair of eyes that will always be with me.” Yewch. She’s not just a pair of eyes, you moron! She’s a girl! A woman! With feelings! There’s a terrible dialogue by Pandu about a wife’s importance. Dhritrashtra is having none of it. “Power is everything,” says Dhritrashtra. “For me, the importance of my wife is that she will fulfil my deficiency. That’s all.” Words fail me to address this obnoxious git! Scene changes to Gandhari fantasizing about her fiancée. She is comparing her parents to her and Dhritrashtra. She is thinking about teaching her children values. (Yeah, that turns out REALLY well). She says that he will show her his Kingdom with his eyes. (Excuse me? You honestly want me to believe she has no idea he’s blind? Seriously? What…) Oh, time to skip. It’s Krishna. He’s talking about human relationships. Shukr enters Gandhari’s chambers. There’s a lantern full of fireflies. To drive away her fear of dark. Gandhari gushes about her brother. Camera switches to Shakuni making an angry entry into the Great Hall. “We were waiting for you, Shakuni.” (I am sure ‘beta’ is not a Sanskrit word. But it’s used here.) “What is the use of waiting now, mata?” “Control your anger. We faced an entire Army under the leadership of Bhishm. Your father will make you understand.” Hang on. Shakuni knows that Dhritrashtra is blind. How can Gandhari not know that? Anyway, I digress. Let’s get back to business. “Who will explain? The father or the King?” Saubala turns and faces him. “Shakuni, a King cannot leave his duties.” Shakuni, Mr. Large Ham, hams his way through the scenery. He lambasts his father about damning a daughter who had given him nothing but love, who has done nothing to deserve this, so on and so forth. REMEMBER canon, please. At the end of his monologue, the camera focuses at the door, where Gandhari is standing holding the lantern. Uh-oh. Melodrama again. Gandhari lets the lantern drop just as Shakuni says that he will never allow his sister to wed a blind man. Everyone turns at the sound of glass breaking and Shakuni says “Gandhari?” Episode ends. Precap: To the tune of the dancing music, everyone is waiting for the Gandhar delegation. Gandhari has a piece of silk in her hands. This is no cliffhanger, for we all know what’s gonna happen next.

Tagging @butchcaroldanvers, @shellweed, @mayavanavihariniharini, @shaonharryandpannisim, @allegoriesinmediasres, @avani008, @ratnas-musings, @chaanv, @jigyask, @medhasree. @animefandomsgottachill.

#sarcastic starbharat reviews #hattrick of non canon #gosh how much are they gonna drag this track #gandhari #shakuni #bhishma #satyavati #pandu #dhritrashtra

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All Yours | Seven

“’Was I not enough for you…?’

Seolhyun parted her lips but hesitated to say anything. She also dropped her head, possibly trying to get everything in her mind organized.

‘Yoongi, I’m so sorry.’ She said sadly.”

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A/N: yall idk what’s gotten into me. i literally just uploaded a story and here i am with the update of all yours lmao. tbh ive also been working on this chapter for a while so tyj i finished it huhu. enjoy ^-^

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“Come on, Yoongi. Just text her.” You stood in front of your mirror and adjusted your hoodie.

From the moment you woke up, had a cup of coffee, took a shower, and changed into an outfit, Yoongi spent the entire time debating if he really wanted to text Seolhyun. You agreed to go with him to see her because it was his stipulation, but he was the one hesitating.

“You know what, maybe I don’t need closure. It’s all good.” Yoongi placed his phone on your nightstand and laid back down.

“Ugh. Yoongs.” You grumbled and strode over to sit beside him. “Sure you may not need closure, but I know deep down you want to talk about your feelings. You don’t deserve to be cheated on—nobody does. Please text her.”

Yoongi glared at you for a few seconds before he softened his eyes. He mumbled something along the lines of I hate it when you’re right and reached for his phone but took a detour to grab your hand first.

“So, you promise you’re going to come with me? You’re not going to flake out?” He kept his eyes on your fingers as you lazily grazed the back of his hand.

Could he get any more adorable?

“I promise.” You replied earnestly. “But I start work at three today, so keep that in mind.”

Yoongi squeezed your hand and locked eyes with you. Never in your life did you ever picture yourself to be in this position. He held your hands before, mainly to guide you around places when you were extremely drunk but nothing like this. Yoongi had a sweet look in his eye with a smile to match and you were so sure you were dreaming. Yoongi was perfect. Why would Seolhyun want to cheat on him in the first place?

“Okay. Now, go to class.” Yoongi lifted your hand and kissed it. Your cheeks flared a bit and you probably failed to hide the disappointment in him not kissing you on your lips instead.

“Fine. But go outside and take a walk,” you gave him your dorm key. “You need some sunlight.”

After listening to Yoongi’s bullshit excuse about how sunlight was never necessary for him in the first place, you left his side to slip on your sneakers.

Why can’t time just fast forward to later? I just want Yoongi and Seolhyun to meet already so it can all be over with and done. How am I supposed to even focus in class?!

“Wait.”

Yoongi’s voice broke your thoughts and you stood up from your floor. He scooped you by your waist to press your body against his before stealing a long kiss on your lips. You felt your entire body relax and you clutched onto his nape to support yourself.

“You may have more knowledge about people’s behaviors and shit, but I know you well enough that you were waiting for that, right?” Yoongi said with a smirk after breaking the kiss. Your face bloomed crimson and you playfully shoved him a few inches away from you.

“Bye, Yoongi.” You walked away from him with bliss coursing through you and just before you stepped out of your dorm, you caught the satisfied grin on Yoongi’s face.

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I will die in this developmental psychology class, I swear.

Time in your psychology class always ticked on like you had nothing else planned for the day. You jotted down chicken scratch notes, promising yourself to fix them up when you had time later; thank goodness your professor put up the lecture slides at 7pm on the same day of class. You began to mindlessly doodle at the bottom of your paper.

So many things could go wrong later.

Three stick figures were drawn at the bottom; one with a crude drawing of a beanie, one with hair just below its “shoulders”, and one with long hair blacked out with your pen. You drew scribbles of symbols around the drawing of the figure with long hair indicating how pissed off Seolhyun would be if she saw you two together.

Ugh. I can hear her voice now.

“Why did you bring her?”

“Unless you were cheating on me first!”

You scribbled all over the drawing and turned over the page.

The same stick figures were drawn at the top this time and instead of symbols, you drew tears coming from the figure with long hair and hearts around the beanie figure; Seolhyun would be in tears, apologizing and begging Yoongi for forgiveness and he would play right into her and fall in love all over again.

This time, you fiercely scribbled over the drawing.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.

Like clockwork, you drew the stick figures. Hearts were drawn around the beanie and medium haired figures while the last one had a giant X covering its face; Seolhyun is completely cut out of the picture and forced to watch how lovey-dovey you and Yoongi were.

This drawing caused your face to heat up a little. There was no way Yoongi would show any affection towards you in front of her because he wasn’t the type to purposely make matters worse.

One last time the figures were drawn back onto your paper and this time, you drew speech bubbles with squiggly lines inside that ended with periods and a few exclamation points. The most likely scenario would be a calm conversation with a few outbursts between Yoongi and Seolhyun. The last thing anyone would want is making a huge scene in front of everyone—

Wait, I don’t even know where they’re meeting!

[10:32] You: hey, where are you two going to have this conversation anyway??????????

Yoongi’s reply came through like lightning.

[10:33] Yoongz: You know the benches outside of the library?

[10:33] Yoongz: There.

Great. We’re going to be in public…

His texts didn’t stop there.

[10:35] Yoongz: I told her to meet me at 11:15 so that you have time to be here before she comes.

[10:35] Yoongz: I’ll be wearing the light brown coat you gave me for my birthday and the blue beanie you hate so much

[10:36] Yoongz: You’ll be able to find me pretty easily.

That damn beanie.

The mental image of Yoongi in the blue beanie made you snicker, but you quickly cleared your throat realizing you were in class laughing to yourself like an idiot.

[10:40] You: okay. i’ll see you then

[10:40] You: fuk that beanie doe omfg.

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“So you’re seriously going to be there? With Yoongi and Seolhyun? Possibly arguing in front of you? Right in front of your salad?!”

Walking to the library, you gave Hani a quick call to update her with everything that had happened since you told her about Seolhyun cheating on Yoongi.

“Yes, right in front of my salad.” You laughed. “To be honest, I’m kind of scared. Like why did Yoongi have to say he kissed me! Actually… I don’t know what would be worse, her knowing the truth or his lie.”

“Either way she’s going to raise hell, but if you need me, you call and I’ll come running!”

You smiled softly. Hani was serious in the most endearing way possible.

“I know—” Yoongi’s blue beanie stood out at a table underneath one of the large trees. “Yoongi’s there. I’ll call you later Hani or better yet, I work at three so you can come to the coffee shop anytime after that and I’ll update you on what happens.”

“Okay. Be safe. I love you!”

“I love you, too.”

You took a deep breath and approached Yoongi who had two cups of coffee and two sandwiches sitting in front of him. As much as you hated that damn beanie, he still looked as handsome as ever.

“Hi, Yoongs.” You smiled.

Yoongi instantly smiled at the sight of you. “Hey—no, sit by me.” He reached for your hand to stop you from sitting across from him and tugged you over to sit beside him instead.

The action startled you and almost made you lose your footing, but Yoongi supported you by the waist to let you sit down without injury.

“Th-Thanks.” You stuttered.

“Oh, here you go by the way.” He handed you a paper gift bag that he probably stole from your closet. “You left your work shirt and shoes. There’s also a water bottle in here because you need actual hydration and not just coffee swimming throughout your bloodstream.”

Everything he mentioned was sitting neatly inside the bag and your smile was impossible to hide. You’ve been nervous and jittery about meeting with Seolhyun that you completely forgot about your work clothes. Yoongi was a life saver.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You breathed.

“Of course. Now eat, you didn’t even have breakfast this morning.”

As you had brunch, you spent the time complaining to Yoongi about how developmental psychology makes you want to jab multiple pens in your eyes. He argued that you say that about every class you have and even flicked your forehead.

“You’re doing great though, so keep on keepin’ on.” Yoongi rubbed the spot he flicked with the pad of his thumb.

You felt the weight of your school work elevate at the touch of his finger. Yoongi had the power to relieve any stress that you had in the palm of his hand and it amazed you. Maybe this was just the effect of you being whipped for him for almost a year. It sounded pathetic, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

“A-hem.”

Both you and Yoongi tore your eyes away from each other to find Seolhyun standing at the opposite side of the table with her arms folded across her chest. Her eyebrows were furrowed and daggers shot from her eyes right into your own. The aura that came off of her was no less than intimidating and you felt as if your soul left your body.

Fuck.

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“What is she doing here?!” Seolhyun barked as she took a seat.

“I asked her to come so just leave her be.” Yoongi spat.

You silently observed Seolhyun’s outfit; she wore a casual black dress that stopped above mid-thigh and had a deep v-neck line. A cream cardigan hugged her frame and she even made time to put on makeup and curl your hair. If your suspicions were correct, she dressed that way on purpose to use her looks to win back Yoongi somehow. Seolhyun was honestly gorgeous which made you nervous. What if it reeled him back in? 

She cleared her throat again and avoided eye contact with Yoongi. “Thank you for meeting with me.” Her voice grew softer and softer towards the end of her sentence and she fiddled with the ends of her hair. This gave off a vulnerable look, almost “cute”. 

“Okay.” Yoongi said sharply.

The tension in the air was suffocating and all you wanted to do was run away, but Yoongi kept his hand on your knee underneath the table to keep you at bay.

“So? Anything else you need to say?” Yoongi kept the same tone of voice, annoyed. He truly didn’t want to be here.

“Sigh. I’m sorry okay? God, can we just talk without you being mad at me?!” Seolhyun raised her voice a bit.

“Of course I’m mad! How the hell am I supposed to be feeling? You cheated on me!” Yoongi raised his voice as well and you were even more nervous. You three were sitting in public with students walking by and you were praying to God that everyone was just minding their own business.

“Y-You cheated on me too! You—!” She pointed at him. “—kissed her!” Her finger was now on you.

Yoongi furrowed his brows and squeezed your knee. “Alright, fine. I kissed her once and like I said, I knew I had to tell you because I was feeling so fucking guilty about what I did. You were my girlfriend, Seolhyun! I had to be honest with you.”

Seolhyun tightly pursed her lips together, probably stopping herself from saying anything else.

“How…” Yoongi breathed. “How long have you been…”

Your eyes softened at the sight of Yoongi faltering. He didn’t want to say it. You reached beneath the table to hold that had that was on top of your knee. Instantly, you watched his shoulders relax.

“Um…” Seolhyun chewed on her bottom lip and picked at the skin around her nails. “Just-Just once..”

Bullshit.

“Don’t you think Yoongi deserves a lot more honesty that?” You boldly questioned. Talking was never part of your agenda, but it’s true, he deserved to know the truth after tearing himself apart from agonizing over his self-worth.

“Excuse me?” Seolhyun stared you down and you couldn’t back down no matter how much you wanted to.

“I–I don’t think you’re telling him the truth.” You tried to sound confident, but your stutter gave it away.

Seolhyun scoffed and crossed her arms. “Who do you think you—”

“She’s right. I don’t think you’re telling me the truth either.” Yoongi interjected. “For Seung Ho to talk to y/n about our situation kind of shows how close you two really are.”

“My thoughts exactly.” You said softly.

Seolhyun aggressively scratched the back of her head. “Ugh. Two months!” She blurted out. “Two-fucking-months! There’s the truth! Happy now?”

Your eyes widened then turned to Yoongi who was looking in Seolhyun’s direction with an empty expression. After remaining quiet for about a minute, a low chuckle pushed past his lips.

“Is that why we’ve been fighting so much lately?” There were hints of both sadness and anger in his tone. “This was why you’ve been so short with me? You would cut our dates short—it was because you would rendezvous with Seung Ho?”

“Y-Yoongi.” You whispered and gently rubbed the back of his hand, trying to calm him down.

“Do you know what the fuck I’ve been going through because of this?! I continuously questioned what I was doing wrong—was I not making you happy anymore? Did I do something to piss you off? Was I not buying you enough flowers on the weekends? Altering my class schedule to match yours wasn’t enough? Skipping class to spend time with you? I talked my friends’ ears off trying to figure out why I didn’t seem important in your eyes anymore…” Yoongi kept his head down and squeezed your hand to the point where his nails could draw blood from your skin. “Was I not enough for you…?”

Seolhyun parted her lips but hesitated to say anything. She also dropped her head, possibly trying to get everything in her mind organized.

“Yoongi, I’m so sorry.” She said sadly.

For the first time in a while, she sounded genuine.

“You were enough for me, but I—I guess… I guess I was being selfish and I wanted more.” Seolhyun lifted her eyes in search of Yoongi’s but he still kept his head down.

“You could’ve told me.” Yoongi choked out. “You could’ve talked to me about how you were feeling and maybe—maybe things could’ve worked out.”

It was your turn to lower your head. This was truly an issue between Yoongi and Seolhyun. There was no reason for you to inject yourself into the conversation anymore.

“Is there any way we could work past this?” Seolhyun asked.

Yoongi finally met her eyes. “No. No way in hell.”

He fumbled with your hand to let go and reached into his pocket to pull out his keyring and wallet. He detached Seolhyun’s dorm key and pulled out a polaroid photo of her from inside his wallet. “Here. I don’t need these anymore.”

Yoongi reached back underneath the table in search of your hand and you stealthy met him halfway.

“Please. Just go, Seolhyun. We’re done here.” Yoongi said firmly.

Seolhyun sat there for a couple seconds and then reached forward to retrieve her belongings. As she stood up from the table, she kept her eyes on Yoongi hoping he would say something else, but he remained silent. Shortly after, Seolhyun took her leave without Yoongi sparing her a single glance.

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Even with the hustle and bustle of students walking all over campus, the world had never been so quiet. Yoongi had his head down, face buried in the crook of his elbow while still holding onto your hand. You weren’t sure when was the best time to speak, so you kept quiet waiting for him to break the silence first.

It almost physically hurt staring at Yoongi. He had been bottling up so many painful emotions to the point where it almost consumed him. He didn’t deserve to go through this.

“Y/n?” Yoongi finally spoke, but the rest of his sentence was muffled behind his coat sleeve.

“I-I’m sorry, Yoongi. I can’t really hear you.”

“Thank you for coming with me.” He turned his head and made heavy eye contact with you. “Saying all those things… I don’t think I would've been able to do it on my own, but you being here gave me strength to do so.”

His words caused a noticeable blush to form on your cheeks. He chuckled and sat up straight to tuck a few of your hairs behind your ears.

“I think you have enough time left to get to your next class from here. I’ll walk you.” Yoongi lifted you up by your arm and you almost didn’t want to go to class. All you wanted was to sit around and hold his hand all day. The thought of that made you blush even more and this made Yoongi laugh a little harder. “What’s the matter with you? Come on.”

Unfortunately, Yoongi didn’t hold your hand when he walked you to class. This was probably because it felt too soon to do so in public. It’s not like he and Seolhyun were the campus couple, but people might get the wrong idea if they knew they were dating.

After the whole thing with Yoongi and Seolhyun, it made it even harder for you to concentrate. Now that they were broken up, who knows if Yoongi still had anymore underlying feelings for her. They were together for a year, so there had to be some leftover right? Plus, Yoongi made a comment the other night about how he thought about why you kissed him and that he “figured it out.” This meant a whole new conversation, a whole new reason to be nervous.

Fucking great.

This was a conversation you weren’t looking forward to. You needed to prepare yourself somehow, but it seemed like no matter how much you could mentally prepare yourself, you still wouldn’t be ready. After knowing Yoongi for roughly a little over two years and falling for him like an idiot, never in your life did you imagine him finding out about how you felt about him.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t even a little happy. You kissed Yoongi, held his hand, and even shared a bed with him with your feelings unknowingly exposed in the air. It made you giddy; butterflies roaming around in your stomach, fighting the urge to smile whenever you thought about him. If only the circumstances were different, life would’ve been near perfect for you.

Class dragged on, notes were written down, doodles were drawn, and next thing you knew, you were tying your work apron around your waist.

“Where’s Yoongi? He didn’t walk you here?” Seokjin asked.

“Nah. His energy gauge was pretty much empty by the time he was done talking with Seolhyun so he decided to just nap for a few hours.”

“Okay, so, what’s the tea?” Seokjin stood near you, eagerly waiting for you to tell him all the juicy details.

You playfully shoved him away and walked over to the espresso machine. “I’m not saying anything until Hani gets here.”

“Aw, come on, y/n. She won’t be here till like five or something!”

You chuckled to yourself and continued to ignore all of Seokjin’s pleads for information.

The moment Hani walked through the coffee shop doors, the first words she shouted was “okay bitch, bring forth the tea!”—this was said with a shop full of students. You were immediately put on the spot, but Hani’s intentions meant well.

You made sure to include all details of the confrontation when you told Seokjin and Hani about it. You also made sure to keep your voice low because you weren’t sure who knew Seolhyun, Yoongi, or even Seung Ho. This wasn’t your story to tell, but both Hani and Seokjin were there from the beginning so it seemed fitting for them to know it all too.

Evening came just as quickly as your shift started. Hani didn’t mean to stay so late, but she got pretty invested in the situation between Seolhyun and Yoongi. Both you and Seokjin did his best to keep all of Hani’s reactions at bay, but you had to admit, it was entertaining. At least she was nice enough to help the coffee shop employees close up.

“Wouldn’t your knight in shining armor show up by now?” Hani joked. 

“You need to relax—oh, bye!” You chuckled and threatened her with a broomstick and waved two of your co-workers who were heading out.

“It’s true, y/n. He’s supposed to waltz in here and be like ‘my lady, I have arrived. Your chariot awaits.’” Seokjin pranced around the room and even bowed and took your hand in his.

“And by ‘chariot’, you mean his legs right? Because the dorms are within walking distance?” You laughed.

“Well, yes, b-but anyways let me finish,” Seokjin cleared his throat. “So your knight in shining armor swoops in—” he went from holding your hand to picking you up bridal style. “—picks you up and saves you from the dungeon aka the coffee shop! And then Yoongi says—”

“Seokjin, what in zakum’s name are you doing?”

At the mention of his name coming from behind him, Seokjin froze in his tracks and turned around to find Yoongi staring at him with a questionable look.

“I—uh—” Seokjin panicked, almost dropping you on the floor but he still managed to place you back on your feet. “Alrighty-roo, well, Hani—babe, shall we take our leave?”

All Hani could do was laugh until her stomach hurt and Seokjin dragged her out of the coffee shop by her hand; she laughed so much that she could barely properly say bye to you and Yoongi.

“Do I even want to know?” Yoongi asked hesitantly.

“No, you really don’t.”

Yoongi helped you flip up the chairs onto the table while you continued to sweep the floor. As you two cleaned up, you proceeded to tell him about your day and apologized for telling Seokjin and Hani what happened in the afternoon. He brushed it off because he also trusted them.

Unlike your busy day, Yoongi spent his entire day eating, sleeping, and watching netflix; he exaggerated that it was a packed schedule. He even mentioned that Seolhyun still tried to call and text him, but he ignored every single attempt.

“You know, I think she dressed up that way today to lure you back to her with her looks.” You confessed.

“Huh. You think so?” Yoongi walked behind the counter where you were wiping around the sink.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, I mean, it’s been pretty cold lately and she shows up in an outfit that could barely keep her warm. She curled her hair, put on makeup, like why is doing all of that necessary to meet up with you? It seems so—what?”

Yoongi was just staring at you with a smirk plastered on his face. “Were you worried that it was going to work?”

A blush bloomed on your cheeks. “N-No. I just think it was ridiculous, that’s all.”

He stepped closer and stood behind you, placing his hands on the metal countertop to cage you in between his arms.

“You know, you observe others pretty well but from my observations from knowing you, you kind of suck at lying.” Yoongi laughed and you forced a chuckle out. You weren’t going to even deny it.

From the counter, Yoongi lifted his hands to secure them around your waist, hugging you from behind. You made a few attempts to move around to clean the counter properly, but he remained.

“Yoongi, I have to clean.” You chuckled.

“Just—” He briefly let you go to spin you around so he could hug you from the front. “Five minutes. Let’s stay like this for five minutes, please.”

It was such a genuine request, how could you say no?

Yoongi was leaning into you with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You had your arms lazily slung around his shoulders and just listened to his faint breathing. The blonde tips of his hair tickled your nose a bit, so you gently slide your hand across his nape to brush down his hair. He hugged you tighter at your sudden action and sighed.

“You’re really going to touch me like that, y/n?” The teasing tone in his voice was enough to raise your temperature and cause a blush to appear on your cheeks.

“Y-Yoongi!” You tried to push him away, already feeling embarrassed, but he just continued to hold you.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Yoongi snickered. “It’s fine, keep touching my hair.”

You were still feeling embarrassed because that was the first time Yoongi used that tone of voice with you. Nonetheless, you listened and continued to stroke his hair. Thankfully he didn’t wear that awful beanie.

Yoongi didn’t say another word and every once in a while, he’d caress your back and readjust himself. Small sparks ignited at the simplest touch and for some reason you wanted to laugh. This was everything you wanted but it did confuse you as to how comfortable Yoongi was doing all of this to you. All you did was kiss him once and the next moment he’s acting as if you two were dating for years.

“Okay, I’m recharged. Continue your cleaning.” He emerged from your body and cupped your cheek. Even if you were the one embarrassed, Yoongi still had a hue of pink displayed at the tops of his cheeks.

For the next ten minutes, you swiftly cleaned up the stations and tossed out the garbage in the dumpster out back. Yoongi waited patiently and even gathered all of your things for you from the back room.

“So you’re opening tomorrow?” Yoongi asked whilst helping you adjust your hoodie.

“Sadly, yeah. So we can talk first then I’ll head straight to bed.”

“We can talk tomorrow, it’s fine. You need your rest.”

“B-But—”

Yoongi stole another kiss from you, probably to shut you up and it worked; it left you utterly speechless. You had to get used to this somehow.

“Tomorrow.” Yoongi whispered. “For now, let’s go home.”

Home?

There was no doubt that Yoongi was referring to your dorm as home since he stayed there the entire day. The idea of him considering your place as “home” gave you butterflies.

Home was a safe sanctuary. Home was a place where someone can easily unravel themselves to be at peace. Home was where the heart was and Yoongi was there with you.

“Yeah.” You blushed. “Let’s go home.”

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♡ rae jagi

#bangtan boys #bts #bts scenarios #suga #suga scenarios #min yoongi #yoongi scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts university au #suga angst #suga fluff #suga university au #she bacc again #hello hi #how u doin #all yours #20200122 #yoongz #rae writes

[barbara-the-pinata]

the cold never bothered me anyway

Or alternately titled: I suck at titles so let’s do a frozen reference

This is for @mystic606​‘s Have A Holly Jolly Christmas Contest thing

Prompt: “Just pretend to be my date.”

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Yoosung x Reader 

(Listen, I've never written Yoosung in my life, but he was like,,the only character that fit the prompt jskhdfl)

Warnings: Very mild swearing, Rika and her...passing is mentioned/implied, I can’t write romance

Word Count: 2,825 

“So…”

“So…?” You curiously glanced at your study partner, Yoosung, waiting for him to finish his thought.

Earlier that day, Yoosung had invited you over to the local coffee shop to discuss “something important,” in his own words. At first, you had assumed that he wanted to discuss finals or something of that caliber because you two were, after all, study partners. Nothing more. Nothing less.

However, you and Yoosung hadn’t been doing much studying together recently. Apparently, he’d gotten into this new game a couple of months ago and had been neglecting his study partner duties for quite some time now, skipping on preplanned study sessions and what-not. As much as it pained you to admit, this saddened you a lot more than it should have. You were growing fond of meeting Yoosung in the library, between classes, in his apartment, and everywhere else you two studied at, even if he wasn’t exactly the best partner ever.

But, here you were five minutes later, still sipping on your hot chocolate, while you waited for Yoosung to just spit the damn thing out. Whatever Yoosung wanted to talk about was probably embarrassing for him because he refused to look at you in the eye. Instead, he took great interest in the floor, the paintings decorating the walls, the barista, and everything that was not you. Ever so often, he’d glance at you, only to squeak and shoot his gaze in the opposite direction, a faint red tint dusting his cheeks. How cute.

Yeah, Yoosung did not come to discuss the finals, nor study, which was a shame. He was really smart, but he never had the motivation to do anything, which you couldn’t really understand.

“Yoosung,” you said, “what did you want to talk to me about?” You took another short sip from your cup. The hot chocolate was running out. You might have to buy another one.

Finally, Yoosung held your gaze for more than two milliseconds. He wrung his hands a couple of times before speaking, “So...you know how Christmas is in a week, right?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“And...and I’m pretty sure you mentioned once that you couldn’t v-visit your family or friends that day, right?”

It was true: your family lived far away from SKY University, and the majority of your friends were planning to celebrate their holidays with their own families. All you were really planning to do on that day was call your loved ones.

“Yeah, that’s right,” you said, “You know, I’m surprised you remembered that actually. When did I tell you that?”

“Probably around March or something.”

You raised your eyebrows in mild surprise, “Damn, that’s some memory you got there, Yoosung. If only it helped you with your tests.”

“Hey! It’s a lot easier to remember your what your cr--f-friends say than the quadratic formula!”

“X is equal to the opposite of B plus or minus the square root of B squared minus four times A times C divided by two times A,” you chuckled.

He pouted, “You don’t count. You’re smart.”

“Yoosung, the quadratic formula isn’t even hard--”

He interrupted you by huffing and sticking out his tongue. For a split second, you thought you had actually offended him until you saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile.

You laughed, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Stop pouting, you know I don’t like it when you look like that,”

Yoosung gave up the act and laughed along with you.

You missed this. You missed talking to him. You missed...him. You missed his carefree smile, funny jokes, and--

“Anyway, Yoosung,” you said to drown out your thoughts, “what were you saying?”

“Oh, right!” he responded. All of Yoosung’s previous anxieties were apparently forgotten, as he spoke without a tremor or stutter in sight, “Every year my family holds a Christmas party, and I was wondering if you’d like to be my date.”

What?

You stayed silent, trying to process what Yoosung just said. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his eyes darting around the coffee shop. After a minute or two (or perhaps longer), you managed to open your mouth to say something insightful, thoughtful, and overall very smooth.

“What?”

Very smooth.

Once again, Yoosung shifted in his seat. He flushed in embarrassment and stuttered up a storm, “I-I-I meant...I meant like...a-a pretend date. J-just during Christmas. Then you can just forget about it,” he paused, “I mean unless you don’t want to! You-you didn’t even say yes, yet. Well, you didn’t exactly say no, either, but of course, you’re not obligated to pretend to date me or anything. I just get tired of my family always asking me, ‘Yoosung, when are you going to get a significant other’ or ‘Yoosung, are you going to be a forever alone?’ or--”

“Yoosung,” you interrupted.

“Or...or I...yeah...” He stopped, tugging at a lock a hair.

You sat upright, “Alright, so let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to be your date at your family’s Christmas party because you think your family is going to judge you?”

“I don’t think they’ll judge me. I know,” Yoosung sighed, “Every year, they ask me when I’m going to get a partner and every year, I have to say that I don’t know. Then, they laugh. Even my younger sister has a girlfriend, and she’s only like fifteen.”

“Ugh, judgy relatives. They’re the worst,” you tried to sympathize with Yoosung, but you couldn’t help but think about how rude he was being. Who did he think he was? Asking someone to be his just to escape the prying questions of his family, especially when that someone actually liked him. As a friend, of course.

For a second, Yoosung lit up, “So, you understand my pain, right? Don’t worry, the party will be small. Only my parents, my sister, her girlfriend will be there.”

“Wow, that is small. You don’t have any other relatives? Or friends?”

You shouldn’t have said that. A sudden look of pain crossed his face. He looked away from you.

Yoosung sighed, “My friends are busy. They couldn’t make it.” No mention of his family, you noted.

“I see…”

“Yeah,” Yoosung paused before looking at you, “so...what do you say?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you trailed off.

Yoosung breathed your name and took your hands in his. They were warm. “Please, I need this. It just for one night, and I promise to make it up to you. I’ll stop playing LOLOL for a week, I’ll come to every single study session, I’ll...I’ll cook for you…?” he whispered, “Just pretend to be my date.” Yoosung gave his best set of puppy dog eyes, “Please.”

You could never say no to that face.

“Alright,” you agreed.

“Wait, really?” he said. Yoosung looked shocked, clearly not expecting you to actually go along with it.

You shrugged, “Yeah, sure, it seems fun. Just none of that super lovey-dovey stuff, alright?”

He saluted you, “Aye aye, captain!”

You laughed. This wasn't going to be so bad. Just get a backstory, hold hands a couple of times, and make Yoosung pay you back later. Easy.

---

You regretted every life choice you had made up to now. Namely, your birth.

The plan started out simple enough. You and Yoosung thought of the 'so how did you guys meet' story beforehand, and he gave you a quick briefing on what to expect during his family's Christmas parties.

Everything started out so well, too. You met Yoosung's family, and they were so polite, making you feel welcome right away. There was a gift exchange, and you got this sweet new blanket from Yoosung's sister's girlfriend. It was one of those fuzzy ones.

No, the real problem arose when everyone sat down to dinner. You sat next to Yoosung at the dining table with his sister and her significant other on the other side. His parents sat at the ends of the table.

The food was nice. You were currently eating one of your favorite dishes, and you just had to ask for the recipe. It was really good.

Those weren't the problems.

It was just that...all of it just felt so intimate, not like a Christmas party, more like a meeting the parents scenario.

It became worse when Yoosung's mother asked the dreaded question: "So, how did you two meet?"

Yoosung glanced over at you for only a second. Something about how his eyes looked at you so warmly made you heat up. He reached for your hand under the table and squeezed it reassuringly. Your heart squeezed a little too.

He smiled back at his mom, going through the story that the both of you had come up within the coffee shop, "Well, we shared the same major and some classes, but we never really talked that much. Then, I started seeing them more and more during breaks and stuff. After that, we kind of just clicked. I found out that they were nice, funny, smart, and so much more. Later, they asked me out, and we’ve been together since!” Yoosung blew a kiss at you, and you tried not to cringe at his...affectionate behavior.

In front of you, Yoosung’s sister laughed, “Of course Yoosung would be too cowardly to make the first move.”

“I know right?” you rolled your eyes, laughing along, “This guy gets flustered at every little thing. I just had to do something, or else I’d be waiting an eternity just for him to ask me to a cup of coffee.” You poked his cheek and true to your word, his face turned a bright red, “See?”

“Coward,” His sister snickered under her breath.

“Hey!” Yoosung shouted, but it sounded more like whining, “Take that back!”

“Make me.”

“Why you--”

“Excuse me,” Yoosung’s father piped up, “Could we please not fight over the dinner table?”

“Sorry,” both of them said in unison. You shared an empathetic glance at Yoosung’s sister’s girlfriend. It was always awkward to get caught up in host family fights.

An awkward silence ensued as everyone focused on their food. Only the sounds of clinking utensils and sips could be heard.  

After a while, Mrs. Kim spoke up, “Yoosung, why,” she paused to sigh, “why didn’t you tell us about your significant other earlier?” She glanced up, and her hurt was evident in her face.

For a split second, you thought that you two were busted. She had found a flaw in your plan.

Then she continued, “You never talk to us anymore, Yoosung. You’re worrying me.”

Ah. More family drama. Splendid.

You tried to send out your silent plea for help to the two girls sitting in front of you, but they didn’t notice. They were too busy watching Yoosung and his mother.

Yoosung flinched slightly at her direct question. He groped under the table, trying to find something. You slid your hand into his, calming him down.

“I...well, you know, I’ve been busy…” Yoosung trailed off, “with college stuff.”

“I understand that, but why don’t you call more? I don’t know anything that is going on in your life anymore. How are your grades?”

Yoosung took a long sip of his glass of water, trying to put off the question as much as he could. His grip on your hand grew stronger until it felt like you were going to break a bone. His mother waited patiently for Yoosung to finish. He put the glass down and took a few more moments to compose himself.

“My grades are fine.”

His mother sighed, “Are they, Yoosung?”

“Alright,” he looked away, “My grades are....they’re slipping,” he looked back at Mrs. Kim, “I’m not failing or anything, but it’s...close. Too close.”

The tension was palpable as you glanced between all the family members. Everyone was staring at Yoosung except for Mr. Kim, who was paying more attention to cutting the steak in front of him. His mother sat in stunned silence.

After the initial surprise, Mrs. Kim cleared her throat, “What happened to you? You were such a good student before. If Rika was still here, she--” she cut herself off.

“She what? What were you going to say about Rika?”

“I’m just saying--”

Yoosung crossed his arms, “Maybe I’m failing because I’m the only person in this family who actually cared about her!”

If only there was a black hole that you could launch yourself towards.

“Yoosung, it’s been years; you really need to let Rika go,” she was near-tears at this point, “I’m worried about your mental health.”

He snatched his hand from yours and stood up, glaring. Yoosung opened his mouth--presumably to say a retort--but caught sight of you at the last second. Immediately, he sighed and closed his eyes.

When Yoosung opened them again, he said, “I’m...I’m sorry for acting like this. Just give me a minute to cool down,”

With that, Yoosung walked out of the back door.

You looked back at his family. They were all staring at that door, even Mr. Kim.

“Uh,” you said as everyone turned to stare at you, instead, “I think I should go, too--”

You got up and left through the same door. Immediately, a cold gust of wind hit you. It wasn’t snowing, yet, but you still shivered as goosebumps spread all over you. Rubbing your arms to warm yourself, you saw Yoosung sitting on the last stair on the back porch. The faint moonlight covered his figure almost perfectly.

You stood next to him for a few minutes, neither of you talking. Instead, you looked at the stars. They glittered in the black night, and you wondered if you could see a shooting star from here.

“I’m sorry. It’s Christmas. I shouldn’t be doing this.” Yoosung said, interrupting your thoughts.

“That’s alright,” you whispered, sitting down next to him, “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

He nodded, “Yeah.” Yoosung paused as he looked up at the sky for a moment, “Family gatherings have always been a little testy ever since Rika…” he trailed off, “That’s why most of my family didn’t come.”

“Who’s Rika?”

“Ah, I’ll tell you a little later, alright?”

“Alright.”

Yoosung leaned back, closing his eyes shut, “I knew this was going to be awful, so I invited you. You always seem to make awful things better.”

You twiddled your thumbs, heating up at the compliment, “Oh, was I helpful, then?”

He opened one eye to look at you and smiled, “Very.”

“It didn’t seem like it, but...I’m glad.”

A calm sense of quiet filled the air as you breathed in your surroundings. Despite all of this drama, it was nice to just sit with Yoosung alone. It had been a while since you two could do that.

“Actually, I have a confession to make,” Yoosung’s voice drifted through the air as he sat up, looking at you in the face, “Last week when I asked you to come here with me? I was…” he trailed off. Even in the dark, you could see his face dusting pink.

“Yes…?”

“I was...uh...trying to...you know...:”

“Yoosung, what is it?”

“Iwastryingtoaskyououtokay?” his words came out quickly and jumbled together. It took you a second to figure out what he said.

“What?”

“But, then, then, you looked at me with that face,” Yoosung gestured towards your face, “and I just couldn’t, so I backtracked and said it was just pretend and I…” he covered his tomato face with his hands, “God, what was I thinking? I’m so embarrassed.”

You chuckled and reached over to pry his hands away from his face, “That’s alright. I’m sorry for being so oblivious, I guess.”

Yoosung sighed, his face getting redder the longer your hands stay on his face, “I meant what I said earlier, you know.”

“You said a lot of things earlier,” you laughed.

“I meant the part about you being nice, funny, and smart. The rest might have been lies, but that part was true.”

He cupped your hands that were still resting on his cheeks. At this point, you weren’t sure if his red cheeks were caused by the cold or...something else.

You whispered, “Why don’t we do this pretend date again? Except have it be real this time?”

“You don’t mean…?”

You nodded.

Something in his eyes started to glisten and he threw his arms around you, almost making you lose your balance. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, too. Then, his breathing started getting heavy as small sobs choked out.

“Yoosung, are you crying?” you said.

“I’m just,” he let out a deep, shuddery breath, “I’m just so happy.”

You nuzzled his hair, “Me too.”

“Can we stay like this? Only for a couple of minutes. I don’t think I can face my family right now.”

“Of course. It’s no problem.”

Suddenly, you didn’t mind the cold all that much.

#haveahollyjollychristmascontest #Have A Holly Jolly Christmas Contest #hollyjollychristmascontest #Mystic Messenger #Yoosung #Yoosung Kim #Reader Insert #Yoosung x Reader #no proof reading we die like men #i hope the reader insert format isn't too hard to read aaaaa #character: *says damn twice* #me: omg a bad word :(((( #(also tabi may i cross post this on my ao3?) #(i just like having a neat place of all my fics but it's alright if i can't!)

[n00dl3gal]

Klance: I Forget Myself (I Want You To Remind Me)

My half of my art trade with @yongjae37! She asked me for the prompt:

Person A: I'm thinking of a spring wedding, or maybe fall. Person B: Babe, we aren't even engaged. Person A: THAT'S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO LAST NIGHT

with Keith as Person A.

EDIT: HERE IS THE ART SHE MADE ME, IT IS LOVELY

Title is from "I Touch Myself" by Divinyls.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11519064

Keith checked his bag again. OK— Corona for Lance, Sam Adams for me, and rum for later— just need to pick up the pizza. He still had an hour before Lance would be home— he could pull this off.

It wasn’t the idea that Keith couldn’t surprise his boyfriend— after four years, he was pretty damn good at it. It wasn’t even the potential copious amounts of alcohol they might consume. No, the weight in his stomach had everything to do with the weight in his back pocket.

If all went according to plan, Keith would end the night without Lance as his boyfriend, and instead, his fiance.

Yeah, no pressure.

He grabbed his order from the pizza shop Lance loved— “it’s not as good as the one on Veradero Beach, but then again, nothing is”— and made sure the garlic knots weren’t too heavy on the garlic. Keith had a feeling proposals led to a lot of kissing.

The drive back to the apartment did nothing to help with the storm of negative thoughts. Every song he could tune into had something to do with love. Or the lack thereof. The fear of rejection hadn’t been too bad earlier, but one more verse about cheating hoes and Keith might have bailed completely on romance. Eventually, he just switched to the news and lost himself in stories of political scandals and gang warfare.

OK, so also not a great choice. But at least it beat silence.

By the time Keith had stumbled up the stairs to their apartment, he had sweated twice his weight and had to do the breathing exercise Shiro taught him years ago four times. He pulled his phone out and checked his messages— two from Hunk, one from Lance, and one from Shiro.

Hunk (4:33 PM): Hey dude, I know tonight’s the big night! I used to think no one was good enough for my best friend but you’ve proven that I was wrong.

Hunk (4:35 PM): Oh yeah, don’t get too wasted either, you know how… frisky Lance is while drunk lol

Lance (4:49 PM): Babe, bus running l8, be home by 5:45 luv you (kissing emoji, heart eyes emoji)

Shiro (5:01 PM): I know you’re nervous, but don’t put this off any longer, Keith. You know what I always say. ;-) You’ve got this!

Keith glanced at the clock— fifteen minute until Lance was home. He could do this. He could.

He owed it to Lance.

Actually, he owed a lot to Lance. Keith couldn’t remember the last time he was so happy to be around another human being. The closest had been Shiro, but their relationship wasn’t as intimate as his and Lance’s. Lance made life seem more vibrant. And as nervous as he was to propose, Keith knew it had only been a matter of time and was what he truly needed and— dare he say it— deserved.

(His negative, anxious side was telling him that Lance didn’t deserve Keith, that Keith was a burden to Lance. That side needed to shut the hell up, in Keith’s opinion.)

. . .

Keith was chopping tomatoes for the salad when he heard the doorknob wiggle twice. “Babe, I’m home!” Lance shouted, followed by something being thrown against the couch. “How are— do I smell garlic knots?” He appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes wide and drool beginning to form at the corner of his mouth.

Keith laughed. “Yep. And pizza. Picked up some booze, too.”

“B— thank you, I mean, but what’s the occasion?” Lance asked, shrugging off his jacket. “Is it in this month’s budget?”

“You think I would’ve bought them if it meant we’d miss our rent this month?” Keith said dryly. “Relax, Lance. It’s alright. Just enjoy the grease.” He pressed a kiss to Lance’s cheek, smirking at his shocked reaction.

Lance shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “Pinch me, I’m dreaming. Or you’ve been replaced by a shapeshifting alien trying to lull me into letting down my guard so you can eat me with the pizza and beer.”

“You’re rambling, Lance.”

Lance flushed. “Sorry… need any help with the salad?” When Keith nodded, he grabbed a cucumber and the nearest knife and began cutting. “So how was work today?”

“Eh, Thace yelled at me but what else is new? How about class— you had a test with Iverson, right?”

Lance groaned. “Ugh, that guy has it out for me, but I think I did pretty well,” he said, rinsing off a pepper. “Thanks for helping me study, by the way.”

Keith grinned. “Anytime, hun.” He gasped a little when Lance suddenly nuzzled the back of his neck. “Whoa, what—”

“I— I don’t know why you’re acting like this, all lovey—dovey,” Lance told him, muffled against Keith’s skin. “But I like it. And you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable.” He kissed the nape of Keith’s neck and whispered “I love you either way.”

Keith shivered and laughed, just a little. “I love you, too, Lance. And I don’t mind being… more affectionate, now and again. Just don’t get too used to it.”

“Only in my dreams, babe.”

. . .

It took them far too long to finish the salad; the pizza was half-cold by the time they finally sat down and ate it. Not that either of them were complaining. Especially not Lance, once he got to the sides.

Lance’s noises while eating the garlic knots were… incredibly distracting to Keith, and the beer was beginning to really hit his system. Focus, Keith. You— You have to propose. He dug into his back pocket, clearing his throat. “Um, Lance—”

“Babe. Did you get rum?”

Keith blinked. “Um, yeah, I-I know you like it so—”

“Oh man, I don’t want to be a stereotype but yes I do, holy shit, I love you, Keith,” Lance said. He cracked the seal and took a swig, straight from the bottle. “Here, try some.”

“Oh, um, I-I dunno, Lance…”

“C’mon, ya big baby,” Lance whined, shoving the bottle to Keith’s lips. “Just a shot or two, it won’t hurt ya any.”

Keith wanted to protest. He needed to stay sober, dammit— even though you’re well beyond that point— but he was never able to resist those puppy-dog eyes Lance threw at him. “Ah, fuck it,” he breathed, before grabbing the rum and swallowing. Lance’s lips followed the liquor, and the kisses tasted of garlic and burning wood and something distinctly Lance.

Keith forgot anything that wasn’t directly related to making out with his boyfriend for the rest of the evening.

. . .

Keith woke the next morning, head throbbing and legs tangled with Lance’s. Lance buried himself further into Keith’s neck, groaning “turn off th’sun, babe, it hurts.”

With a moan, Keith pushed himself up. They managed to make it to the bedroom last night, so at least Keith didn’t have to worry about finding pizza in his shirts. Again. But everything went well then, right? If Lance had sex with him, that meant they were still together and on their way to marriage. Still, something was nagging at him. He didn’t do something last night. Probably the dishes, or some other mundane chore. 

“I’m thinkin’ of a spring wedding,” he mused, scratching the back of his head. “Maybe fall, don’t want it to be too cold.”

Lance peered at him through one eye. “Babe, we aren’t even engaged.”

Keith blinked. He looked at Lance strangely, blinked again, and gasped. “THAT’S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO LAST NIGHT!”

“Jesus, Keith, be quiet, m’head’s still killing m- wait, what?”

Keith scrambled out of bed and stumbled to the pile of discarded clothes. He dug out his jeans, and sure enough, the ring box was still in the pocket. “Oh my God,” he whispered as he ran back to Lance. “I’m such an idiot.”

“I’m not arguing but— but what the hell is going on, Keith?” Lance asked, cupping his cheek.

Keith sighed and looked at him sheepishly. “I meant to do this last night, but we got so drunk and— and better late than never, I guess.” He could barely get the damn box open, between his hands shaking and coordination still not back up to snuff. But eventually, it sprung open, revealing the simple ring inside. “I had a speech planned but— Leandro Alejandro Nunez Cuesta Espinosa, will you marry me?” And because he was hungover (and a moron, his brain supplied jovially), he added, “you better say yes. I actually memorized your entire fucking name.”

Lance was, for the first time Keith could remember, speechless. Then he knocked Keith on his back, kissing him. “Yes, yes, yes of course I will, God, I love you,” Lance said against his lips.

They kissed for hours, days, minutes— what was time when he was this happy— before they pulled apart and Keith slid the gold band around Lance’s finger. “I’m sorry, Lance. All of the pizza and being all caring last night— it was me trying to make it special.”

“As much as I would’ve loved seeing a huge flash mob or fireworks or something else,” Lance said, “it wouldn’t have been from you. And I don’t even care that you messed up and forgot— this is right for us, babe. Don’t apologize for being yourself, Keith. Because that’s the man I’m in love with—” he paused for a second to admire the ring— “and engaged to.”

They shared a few more kisses before Lance abruptly pushed Keith away. “Wait— you memorized my full name just so you could propose to me?”

“I was joking—” Keith protested, but Lance cut him off.

“You better remember it for our vows, mister. And if you think that I’m going by ‘Lance Park,’ I’m calling this wedding off.”

Alternate ending:

They shared a few more kisses before Lance pulled away slowly. “For what it’s worth, I think a spring wedding would be nice. A bit cliche, yeah, but I agree- you don’t want it too warm or cold.”

Keith grinned and kissed his fiance’s neck. They had a lot of planning to do, but that could wait for a while.

#klance #klance fanfic #voltron fanfic #fanfiction #voltron #voltron: legendary defender #voltron legendary defender #vld lance #vld keith #cuban lance #korean keith #noodle writes #yongjae37 #art trade #gift fic

[jokessho]

[Drabble]: The haunting

In response to @50cyg: “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” - any pairing, I don't even care, I just need this.

I had this as a WIP for weeks and wasn’t going to go through with it because it felt awkward to write. Still find it lacking, but it’s been nagging me for too long, so I’m sending it out into the world to fend for itself (I need to move on).

“Yamato...” Mimi groaned.

“Mimi.” Yamato stated back, staring at her with a smug look on his face.

“I don’t really know…”

“Just trust me.”

“But...”

“Come on, I promise it will be good.”

Mimi looked hesitant, so Yamato struck again:

“I promise you’ll be fine.”

Mimi grimaced, relenting. “Why do I always let you bully me into stuff like this?”

Laughing victoriously, Yamato pushed the plate of Buffalo wings across his kitchen table, towards the young woman. “I swear they’re not that spicy.”

Mimi grabbed one that looked the least coated in red. She eyed it suspiciously.

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

Yamato laughed, grabbing a wing himself. Then, with a smirk on his face and eyebrow raised, he asked: “Haunt my ass how?”

“Well,” Mimi started, nibbling on the chicken in her fingers. Yamato bit into his own, amused eyes on the brunette sitting across from him. “I’d hire a group of chicken-ghosts to stalk you.”

Yamato almost choked on the food going down his throat as he burst out laughing.

“I’m being serious!” Mimi bristled, taking an aggressive bite out of her chicken. Only, she had forgotten it was spicy. Honey eyes widened and she made a mad grab at her glass of milk. This caused Yamato to laugh harder.

“It’s not funny.” Mimi glared. “I thought you were supposed to be a good cook!”

“I am.” Yamato put the bones onto their scrap-plate. “Or at least that’s what everyone says.”

“But it’s spicy!” Mimi was again nibbling on the chicken, albeit a bit more courageously. She had always preferred sweeter foods, but she had to admit that the wings Yamato made were pretty good.

Yamato shrugged, grabbing another piece of chicken from the pile between them. “Even my dad and Takeru can handle this level of hotness. And that’s saying something.”

“Ugh.” Mimi finished off her chicken and went for seconds. “Okay, I admit: you make an amazing Buffalo sauce. But it needs less chilli. No one should be able to stomach this; it’s too hot!”

Yamato rolled his eyes. “Cutting back on the chilli would take away from its amazingness. I usually make them hotter.” He discarded the bones again. “And Taichi likes the hot stuff.”

“What, like you?” Mimi shot back, smirking.

Yamato almost choked on the chicken in his mouth. He quickly gulped some of his water before looking up at Mimi, face red. “You know what I meant.”

Victoriously, Mimi discarded her second set of bones. Her mouth was starting to go numb, it seemed. “You know it’s true, though. Taichi likes that you’re hot.”

Yamato frowned. “Give Taichi a bit more credit. It’s not like he’s with me for my looks.”

Mimi leaned over and placed a hand over the one reaching for another wing. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.” Yamato sighed and Mimi retracted her hand, grabbing a wing along the way. “If that were the case, he’d have gotten bored with my looks by now.”

“I don’t think anyone would get bored of your looks. I haven’t.”

“Trust me,” Yamato said with a curt nod. “Twenty years of looking at this same face has me bored out of my mind by it.”

Mimi made a disbelieving face. “Well, amazing as you look, without even trying—lucky bastard—he loves you for way more than your looks. Although, with that personality of yours, I don’t know what those things are…”

Yamato stuck his tongue out and Mimi laughed.

“Knowing Taichi, though,” Mimi continued, moving on to her fourth wing. “It’s probably your amazing skills in the kitchen; these things are addicting!”

Laughing, Yamato grabbed another wing for himself before the woman could eat them all. Yamato knew she was plenty capable of doing so.

Soon there were only four Buffalo wings left. Yamato grabbed one and pushed the plate Mimi’s way.

“Have at least one more.”

“I swear my mouth is on fire and I’ve burnt all my taste buds. I’ll probably never be able to taste food again.”

“It can’t be that bad.” Yamato chastised with a chuckle. “You can do it.”

Mimi took one of the wings and nibbled on it. The numbness was long gone from her mouth and now it seemed her lips were more sensitive to the burn.

“Aah!” Mimi whined, having downed her fifth glass of milk. “That’s it! Here.” She stood, nibbled-on wing in hand, and gave it to Yamato as she passed him on the way to the sink. “I’m done; I can’t eat any more!”

Shaking his head in mock-disappointment, Yamato finished off Mimi’s wing. He put the two untouched ones into the pile he had reserved for his father, for when he got home.

Yamato joined Mimi at the sink, shoving his hands under the faucet. The two play-fought for dominance of the running water, until Mimi declared that her hands were clean. She dried them and made her way to the living room.

Yamato tidied a few things in the kitchen before joining the brunette on the couch.

“So,” Yamato crossed his legs and grabbed his knee with both hands. “Tell me more about this gang of chickens you’re going to hire to stalk me.”

“Not stalk you.” Mimi reached over to slap Yamato’s shoulder. “They’ll be haunting you.”

“How?” To Yamato’s credit, he kept a poker face.

Mimi put a finger on her chin in thought. “I’ll get them to cluck at you continuously.”

“And this would annoy me to no end?”

“You could never hear yourself think. All your new songs would be incessant clucking.”

“I’d be a hit with the chicks, I’m sure.”

Mimi threw her head back into the backrest. “I hate you.”

“You’re the one that wanted a chicken gang to haunt me.”

Mimi viewed Yamato from the corner of her eye before bringing her head up. She shifted to sit cross-legged on the couch.

“So.” She started, sly smile playing on her lips. “How are things with Taichi?”

“Good.” Was Yamato’s simple answer and Mimi was tempted to smack him again.

“No, no, no. I want a proper answer!”

Yamato slunk into a slouch, uncrossing his legs. “That is a proper answer; things are going well. We’re doing great.”

“’Great,’ huh?” The sly look had returned to her face. “By ‘great’ I assume you mean there are dirty details to share?”

Yamato made a face. “Didn’t think you’d be one for voyeurism.”

This time Mimi did smack him.

“It’s not voyeurism if you just tell me how things are going in the bedroom in general.”

“You did ask for the details…”

“Stop it, stop it!” Mimi was practically on top of Yamato, slapping at his arms and shoulders.

Yamato just laughed.

After a minute of the assault, Mimi sat back, arms crossed over her chest.

Still chuckling, Yamato also righted himself. “Fine, fine; you win. Besides, voyeurism would involve you watching, not just hearing the details.”

“HA!” Mimi said, pointing a finger at the blond. “So hearing about it is just gossip.” With an affirming nod to herself, Mimi re-crossed her arms and waited for Yamato to speak.

“Well, there wouldn’t even be any dirty details to share.”

Mimi interrupted, aghast: “Are you trying to tell me that, after over a year of dating, you two haven’t done it yet?”

“No, we have.” Yamato admitted, pale pink blush creeping up his face. “It’s just that it’s not that dirty; Taichi’s been great and real gentle and we’ve taken things slowly and if we’re trying something new, we always make sure we’re not doing something that’s making the other uncomfortable.”

The blush hardened as Yamato cast a glance at Mimi and realised what he’d said and how.

Mimi looked like she was gazing at an adorable puppy.

Yamato edged back a bit, as she did look like she wanted to dive in and pinch his cheeks.

“That sounds so sweet.” She cooed, then her mood dropped. “Nothing like how you two are outside the bedroom.”

Yamato threw her a glare, though it was only half-hearted. It was true that he and Taichi weren’t lovey-dovey in public. They actually still disagreed quite often and would get into stupid arguments over practically nothing. Though these days, those arguments were resolved with kisses and other activities once they were alone.

“So Taichi tops?” Mimi’s question brought Yamato back to the present.

“We take turns.” He mumbled.

Mischievous honey eyes made the blush return fully. “He did it first, though, right? How long did it take you to gather up the courage to… you know?”

“Shut up.” Yamato mumbled. “I was afraid I’d hurt him!”

“So your first time hurt?”

Yamato covered his head with his hands, leaning over his knees. “If I die of embarrassment right now, then I’ll haunt your ass.”

“Oh? And how would you haunt my ass?”

Yamato fixed her with a look from his hiding place. “I would scare off anyone you’d ever want to sleep with. You’d never have sex again.”

Mimi’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t…”

Yamato sat up straight. “I would.”

The two eyed each other before bursting into laughter.

#fic #drabble #ask prompt #ishida yamato #tachikawa mimi #digimon #taiyama #why am I so scared to post this #edit this #I'm serious Jo edit this!!!

[biluata]

It's Always Better When We're Together - Quakerider One-shot

Words: 6,953

Request #5: Daisy hustles Robbie in pool

Goofball Idiots in Love. Pure Fluff and Humor. Lovey-dovey Feels. Slightly Saucy. Minor Mack/Yo-Yo.

Read on Ao3: Here

Never again, Daisy thought, groaning as she limped her way into the Containment Module.

She and Mack had just finished answering a distress call about a possible enhanced threat in Boulder, Colorado. This “horribly dangerous” threat turned out to be just a guy who was extremely “Rocky Mountain high” and had enough fireworks and smoke bombs to start to Fourth of July show. He apparently had been terrorizing the neighborhood, claiming he was the all-powerful “Sorcerer Supreme.”

Besides the fact that this guy was wearing nothing but a pair of tighty-whitey underwear and a cloak made from a “World of Warcraft” bedspread, Daisy had already met the actual “Sorcerer Supreme” a couple months ago for a S.H.I.E.L.D mission. This patriotic Coloradoan was far from being him, although they both were a bit of an asshole.

Once they had realized he was nowhere close to being an enhanced threat, it should have been just an easy arrest and hand-off to the local police. Of course, it never could be that simple. No, instead, the guy lit all his fireworks in an attempt at a last stand and all Hell broke loose.

Smoke and sparks went everywhere quickly blinding them all and turning everything upside down. She had gotten smacked around quite a bit by a few sneaky rockets that seemed to be coming from every direction. When the smoke finally cleared, she couldn’t deny how satisfying it had been to knock him unconscious and break his nose with one swift punch to the face.

Daisy leaned against the inside of the tiny white box, rubbing her thigh where a particularly feisty firecracker nicked her. It left a near circular burn mark that frayed the threading of her Quake suit. And I just got this damn suit fixed! She thought bitterly, gritting her teeth.

Mack and Agent Farris squeezed their way into the Containment Module, as well. Although Farris looked like he had just finished cleaning a chimney, Mack had made it out of the scenario relatively unscathed despite being larger than her and Farris combined. Daisy narrowed her eyes. Ugh, did she hate him for it.

“You know,” Daisy started, running a hand through her hair. “When I agreed to rejoin S.H.I.E.L.D, I was not expecting to–” She winced as she pulled out a piece of firecracker plastic from her hair. “To be given assignments like this.”

Mack smirked, but did not look up from his tablet. “Perks of the job,” he stated as he continued typing their end-mission report.

The Containment Module hissed closed. Daisy immediately grabbed onto the side before the Module launched itself in the air. Landscape and mountains whizzed past the window in a blur, quickly replaced by the dazzling orange and pink sky of the setting sun. She averted her eyes as her stomach began to roll. No matter how many times she rode in here, the motion sickness never got easier.

Suddenly, the Module’s breakneck vertical climb into the atmosphere slowed. A heavy, resounding clunk reverbed through her chest as their transport connected with the underside of Zephyr One. Daisy took one last glance at the sunset before their scenic window view was replaced with the dim, dark interior of the plane’s loading bay.

“What a long day,” she announced, stepping through the Containment Module’s doors as they whirred open. Seriously, between this and the U.S. Government being on her ass this morning about the Sokovia Accords and “Inhuman versus Human” injustice bullshit, she needed a drink. She hissed as pain spiked in her thigh like a cattle prod. Or maybe two.

Daisy grinned. And, she knew the exact person to drink with.

She slipped off her gauntlets as she headed over to the closest set of lockers. Opening the one to the immediate fare left, Daisy tossed her gauntlets in with only the slightest bit of care before pulling out her S.H.I.E.L.D-issued black backpack. Luckily, her phone rested right on top and she quickly snatched it out before throwing her bag back inside.

“Really?” Mack asked, raising his brow as he opened the locker two down from hers. “Not even a minute back and you are already calling your boyfriend?”

Daisy rolled her eyes, but her cheeks still heated up anyway. “Please, like you weren’t just about to call Yo-Yo.”

He grinned, pulling his cell phone out and shutting his locker shut. “Yeah, but my girlfriend also happens to be fiancée and the mother to my unborn child, so I think it’s a bit different.”

“Sure, whatever.” She laughed and watched him walk off deeper into the plane.

Daisy turned her attention back to her phone and held down the number “6.” She clutched the phone close to her head as the familiar trill of the dial-up buzzed in her ear. He picked up at the third ring.

“Hello?” Robbie asked.

Her heart instantly melted in her chest. Daisy knew she had only just talked to him yesterday, but man did she love hearing his voice. It was rough, but sweet like velvety sandpaper that tickled her ears and sent warm vibrations dancing across her nerves.

“Please, tell me you are free tonight?” She pleaded, leaning back against the set of lockers.

Robbie must have sensed her aggravation through the phone, because he barely hesitated. “Uh, sure. I can be. The usual place?”

A tender smiled worked its way across her face. How lucky was she to have a boyfriend like him? She didn’t have to say much, but he was always ready to do anything at the drop of a dime for her. Honestly, she swore she didn’t deserve him.

“That sounds perfect.”

“I have a few things to finish up at Canelo’s first,” he explained. As if to enunciate the point, the muffled sound of some sort of power tool whirred in the background. “But I can meet you there in an hour, if you want? Are you already in L.A?”

“Actually, I’m in Boulder, Colorado. It’s a long, long story. So, how about I meet you in two hours?”

“That works for me. I–”

“Ey, Reyes! Are you talking to your girl Daisy?” Someone, who she swore sounded like Benny, called in the background. Out of all his coworkers, Daisy liked Benny the most. He always had great jokes and crazy stories, and he was a pretty awesome DJ on the weekends.

“Yeah,” Robbie said, his mouth away from the speaker. “We were just – Hey!”

Static and indistinct voices crackled in her ear. She pressed the phone closer and strained to make out what they were saying.

“Daisy!” Benny suddenly boomed into the ear piece like an explosion. She winced as she held the phone a few inches away but that didn’t stop the ringing in her ear. “Robbie just wanted me to tell you that he loves you and misses you and he spends all day dreaming about you two–”

“Hey! Cállate, güey!” Robbie hollered.

Daisy chuckled. More shuffling ensued along with a muffled, heated argument in Spanish between the two that she could not keep up with. What it was, though, sounded pretty hilarious between Benny's teasing laughter and Robbie's exasperated tones.

She bit her lip and sighed. It was times like that Daisy really hated how she hadn't taken the time to learn Spanish yet. So many beloved people in her life spoke Spanish. It would be nice to be able to communicate with them through it, as well; or, at least, to make sure they stopped joking and talking bad about her when she was right there.

"Sorry, Daisy, I got to go," Robbie panted into the phone as Benny cackled in the background. "I'll see you in two hours. Bye."

"See you then," she replied, but he had already hung up.

Daisy set her phone aside before quickly stripping off her uniform right there in the loading bay. At this point in her life, she frankly didn't give a damn who saw her in her underwear. It took almost two hours to get to L.A. by Quinjet from here, and she needed to hurry if she was going to meet Robbie on time.

Letting her uniform lay bunched up on the floor, she snatched up her backpack and took out the civilian clothes she had stashed inside. It wasn't the cutest outfit in the world, just a long, plain red t-shirt she was pretty sure once belonged to Robbie and an old pair of dark ripped jeans, but it would have to do. She tugged them on with the gusto of a costume change backstage during a play, before slipping on her favorite black leather jacket and heeled boots.

Her hair and makeup were in an atrocious state, more fit for an MCR concert than a date night, but she didn't have time to worry about that right now. Besides, one of the best parts about dating Robbie is that he has already seen her at some of her worst.

And, he still loves me all the same, she thought as a smile inched across her face and that warm, fuzzy feeling grew in her heart.

She stuffed her Quake uniform and gauntlets into her backpack (because she could never be too prepared) and zipped it closed. Daisy then gathered the rest of her things, slammed her locker shut, and quickly made her way towards the main deck.

"McCafferty!" She hollered with the brass of a drill sergeant when she arrived.

A young man skinnier than a light pole, yet tall enough to be a basketball star, jumped from where he stood by the communications console. His face was pale as he quickly rushed over then stood at attention straighter than a picket fence in front of her.

"Yes, Agent Quake, I mean, Johnson, sir, ma'am!" He squeaked out with one hand resting in a salute on his forehead.

Daisy grinned. Agent McCafferty was one of the newest recruits for S.H.I.E.L.D, an ace pilot and communications technician they snatched from the U.S. Air Force. Despite him being twice her size, he was still scared to death, as well as being a little star-struck, of her.

"I need you to pilot a Quinjet for me to Los Angeles. Urgent business. I need us to be wheels up in five."

"Yes, ma'am," McCafferty stated without a second thought and hurried off to the Quinjet bay.

It was times like this that she was thankful for her Quake reputation.

Daisy continued to move throughout the main deck until she reached the door that led to one of the plane's small conference rooms. She pushed the slightly cracked open door aside and found Mack sitting in one of the many chairs in the far corner. He was smiling and talking in sweet, hushed tones to whom she could only assume was Yo-Yo.

Daisy smiled and a light airiness filled her chest. After all of the terrible stuff he had been through, they all had been through, it was great to see Mack find joy and love in his life.

"Hey!" She whispered-yelled to him with a wave of her hand.

"Hold on," Mack murmured into the phone before lowering it. "Yeah?" He asked her.

"I'm heading to Los Angeles. Are you cool with, I don't know, everything?" She asked. It was vague, but she and Mack had been partners long enough to know what she meant. S.H.I.E.L.D was a very strict and busy duty. An agent shouldn't just take off after a mission, but she needed to get away. She needed to see Robbie.

Mack nodded. "Don't worry, I got you covered."

Daisy beamed as her heart squeezed tight. Mack was honestly the best. She definitely had to splurge on his and Yo-Yo's baby gift registry now.

"Thanks!" She called as he returned back to his phone call.

McCafferty was ready to launch the moment Daisy stepped onto the Quinjet. She settled into one of the many seats, laid her backpack onto the seat beside her, and buckled up.

"Get us to East Los Angeles as fast as you can," she said, shuffling a little in the hard, metal seat to get more comfortable.

"Yes, ma'am."

She didn't know whether it was because McCafferty was a great pilot, or if he gunned the jet out of fear of disappointing her, but they made it to Los Angeles in near record time. The sun had already set over the Pacific and the lights of L.A. twinkled beneath them like the stars they outshined above. Still, she was ten minutes ahead of when she said she would meet Robbie.

McCafferty landed the Quinjet by her orders on the concrete banks of the Los Angeles River and opened the back hatch with a slow hiss. Daisy unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her bag.

"You can just take the night off, McCafferty, or head back to HQ. I don't care. Honestly, I don't even know how long I'll be here," she explained, standing up and slinging her backpack over her shoulders.

"But, ma'am, maybe you might need back-up or something? What are we even doing in Los Angeles anyway? Is it the Watchdogs? HYDRA?" He asked from his seat in the cockpit.

"What we are here for, McCafferty, is to relax and have a good time," Daisy stated, walking down the ramp. "Goodnight!"

Her chest pinched tight as McCafferty began shouting after her, but she ignored him. She probably shouldn't have basically forced him to dragger her out here, but she needed this. Hopefully, he and the rest of S.H.I.E.L.D wouldn't be too made whenever she returned.

Luckily, where they had landed wasn't too far of a walk from where she said she'd meet Robbie. In only 15 minutes of wandering around the busy streets, she turned the corner and there it was in all its neon glory: "El Gallo Rojo."

"El Gallo Rojo" was a quaint Mexican country bar nestled in between a laundromat and a music shop. While it had the same architectural design as all the other East Los Angeles buildings lined up along the block, the bar's owner, Ernesto, did his best to make his pride and joy stand out. Festive Mexican iconography and neon signs covered nearly every inch of the front entrance with the most noticeable being the giant red rooster statue he attached to the roof like a donut on Randy's Donuts Shop.

This was Robbie's favorite dive bar to hit up and the place he took her to for their second unofficial date. That had been a great night of drinking and laughing until Daisy had gotten way too invested in her karaoke rendition of Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off" and ended up vomiting in the bar's bathroom. Her stomach still cringed whenever someone suggested eating shrimp tacos.

Still, the night hadn't been all bad. Even in her drunken haze, she remembered Robbie holding back her hair as she heaved the contents of her stomach repeatedly into the toilet. He didn't have to do that for her, but he did. He also had stayed by her side the whole night to make sure she was okay and even made her laugh when she honestly felt like crying her eyes out. That had been the moment she first realized she could honestly see herself falling for this bad boy with a heart of gold.

Daisy pulled open the front door to the bar and immediately got hit with blaring Latin music and the place's familiar concocted scent of cigarette smoke, sweat, cheap beer and frying grease. What had once nearly suffocated her upon contact like mustard gas, now the smell was almost comforting like finding a favorite old childhood toy in a moldy cardboard box in the garage.

Despite it only being a Tuesday night, the place was decently busy. Some regulars she recognized were lined up on stools at the bar while groups of friends, families and couples intermixed at the tables and booths. They were all lit up in a dazzling array of colorful twinkling lights that hung thick from the ceiling and along the walls. The room honestly looked like a Mexican Christmas explosion had happened, but she still loved it. The place may be a pit cheesy and its hygiene was a solid "B" rating at best, but it was hers and Robbie's place.

Daisy ran her hand through her now fixed hair one last time for good measure as she scanned the room. Immediately, she found Robbie in his favorite leather jacket sitting at their usual booth and staring pensively at the beer in his hand. She frowned. He was troubled about something, but when has he ever not been? Whatever it was bothering him this time, she hoped it was something minor and not the fiery demon leeching inside him.

As Daisy made her way over, Robbie looked up and his whole face softened when his eyes landed on her. He smiled that soft grin of his that curled the edges of his moustache and made her heart melt like caramel.

Robbie hastily shuffled out of the booth as his eyes never left hers. They could honestly be the only two people in the room for all Daisy cared, because she was only focused on him, too. The second she made it to their booth, he instantly wrapped her in his arms and held her close with enough force to lift her feet off the ground.

Soft laughter bubbled in her chest and jingled out of her mouth as she hugged him back. There was nothing better than being in his arms. They were so strong and so warm like hugging a big, leather teddy bear.

He set her back down onto the ground, but immediately bent his head down and kissed her. Fire flooded her lips and instantly spread throughout her body, making her atoms come alive. Everything was starting to get fuzzy and she swore she was seeing stars.

Daisy gasped for air when they separate, but her mouth still tingled with sparks. Robbie grinned down at her, his cheeks a little flushed.

"Sorry, I missed you," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

She smiled as she leaned forward and gave him a quick, more chaste kiss. "It's good to see you, too." Daisy's eyes glanced towards their table and lit up on the shot of whiskey nestled between the two beers. "And, you!"

Robbie snickered as Daisy hastily climbed into the cushioned booth. She tugged her enormously bulky backpack off and tossed it against the wall to let it rest on the inside of their booth.

"I thought you might like that," Robbie said as he sat down across from her. "After hearing you on the phone."

"You are a freaking saint, Robbie Reyes," she stated firmly, picking up the shot and cradling it delicately in her hand as if it was the most precious thing in the world, which it may as well be at this very moment.

That got a good, hearty laugh out of him. Robbie threw his head back as his booming laughter filled the space. It sent tingles down her spine and her heart swelled.

"Yeah, sure. The patron saint of what? Alcohol and poor decisions?" He quipped.

Daisy grinned. "I can get behind honoring a saint like that. I'll send my recommendation to the Pope first thing tomorrow." She raised her shot glass into the air. "To Saint Roberto."

Robbie smirked as she tossed her head back and downed the entire contents of her glass. A fire, far from the tender kind that Robbie made her feel, burned with a bitter sting down her throat. Still, it felt good like the way her muscles ached after a great workout. She set the glass down as her belly bubbled with the warmth of her drink.

"So," Robbie asked, taking a sip of his beer. "How was your day?"

Daisy chuckled bitterly. "How do I even start. . ."

For the next several minutes, she ranted to him about all the shit that had happened to her. He was an attentive listener, watching her ramble on with all his focus and a serious expression on his face. It wasn't until she started discussing her mission in Colorado did he begin to crack up. Of course, as soon as he started to chuckle and grin, Daisy couldn't help but take her story not as seriously anymore, either.

"No way!" He stated, lightly slamming his hand on the wooden table.

"I'm not kidding!" Daisy interjected with a giggle. "He just stood there waving his fingers at us and screaming--" She lowered her voice into a dramatic tenor. "'I am the Sorcerer Supreme! Bow before my mighty power! Alookaza! Alookaza!'" Daisy wiggled her fingers at him and Robbie leaned back as he laughed.

"In his underwear?" He asked when he composed himself a little, tears at the corners of his eyes.

"In his underwear!" She repeated, taking a sip of her beer.

"Well, did you fall under his spell?"

Daisy's body pitched forward as she snorted. She held her mouth tightly shut as she laughed to keep herself from spitting her beer out on the table, but that didn't stop the amber liquid from burning the insides of her nostrils. Composing herself, she swallowed and gasped for air.

"Robbie!" She exclaimed, fire blazing in her chest.

"What?" He questioned innocently but was grinning devilishly. "I'm just saying he sounds convincing."

They both broke down into fits of laughter. Robbie held on to the table to keep himself from sliding onto the floor while Daisy cradled her sides as each spasm of chuckles became even more painful than the last. As their laughter began to die down, she wiped the tears by her eyes.

This is exactly what she needed. Although she and Robbie kicked a lot of ass together as the "super-powered duo extraordinaire," she loved it best when the two of them were just relaxing and hanging out together. They didn't have to be "Quake" or "Ghost Rider" or "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." They could just be Daisy and Robbie: a regular young couple in love just like everybody else.

Daisy went to take another sip from her beer when something behind Robbie caught her eye. It was a pool table, resting where the stage for karaoke and mariachi nights used to be.

Although the table was certainly a new addition to the bar, it was far from being brand-new. Scuffs and cracks marked its wooden sides along with a few cigarette burns. The once vibrant green felt had faded to a dingy olive color and was covered in a variety of stains that she hoped were because of alcohol and not human fluids. It was in rough  shape, and she could only assume whoever brought it either picked it up in a junkyard or off the side of the road.

"Since when did Ernesto get a pool table?" She asked.

Robbie twisted in his seat as he followed her gaze. "I don't know, actually. I was just here last week with Benny and it wasn't there." He turned back around and had the most wicked grin plastered on his face.

Daisy raised an eyebrow, her heart beating a bit faster. The last time he had looked at her like that they had gotten extremely frisky in his Charger.

Her eyes widened. Oh, god, he doesn't want us to have sex on a pool table, does he?!

Not that she would actually mind . . . Honestly, it kind of sounded fun, but not right now and certainly not with this table. But maybe they could sneak into a different bar with a pool table later . . .

"Do you want to?" Robbie asked.

Her heart rate spiked. "Hm?" Daisy sputtered, eyes wide.

"Pool? Did you want to play pool?" He asked again a little slower with his brow furrowed.

Oh. He just meant . . . Not the two of them . . . Right. Daisy took a sip of her beer as her cheeks began to burn. Damn her and her wildly active imagination.

"I don't know . . ." She eventually murmured out, looking down at the table and nursing her bottle close to her mouth.

"Oh, come on," Robbie teased, grabbing her free hand she left on the table. "It's really easy and fun. I'll teach you."

Wait, what? Daisy raised her head, her eyebrows scrunched together. "Actually, I--"

"Come on," he said as he got up from his seat.

"But, Robbie, I--"

"Don't worry about it. It's easy!"

Daisy groaned as she allowed him to tug her out of her seat and over towards the pool table. At least, she still had her beer. She took sips and watched as Robbie let her go to quickly set up the balls then grab two cue sticks. He held one out for her to which she graciously accepted.

"Alright, so pool is pretty simple. What you go to do . . ." Robbie began to explain but by that point Daisy had started to zone him out.

She hadn't protested earlier because she didn't know how to play pool. Daisy was actually a master at pool. It had been a hobby of hers growing up before she had gotten really interested in computers and hacking. Most of her early teenage years were spent hanging out at arcades in order to avoid her foster parents. It had mostly been a sausage fest with asshole, airheaded guys who always thought they could be so slick with her just because she was a pretty girl. There had been nothing more satisfying in the world than to see their stupid faces when she hustled them out of hundreds of dollars.

Of course, Robbie was way better than those guys. He was honestly such a sweetheart compared to most and usually had good intentions, despite never believing so himself. She couldn't pull a fast one on him like that. One of her eyebrows slowly began to rise. Or could she . . .

"And that's pretty much it. You got it?" Robbie asked, looking to her expectantly with a soft smile.

"Hm? Oh yeah, got it."

"Alright, I'll start, so you can watch me."

"Gladly," Daisy said, grinning.

She stepped back as Robbie bent over the table to line up his shot. Daisy bit her bottom lip hard as the fabric of his jeans was pulled tight over his ass. Damn did she love pool. It honestly took every bit of her willpower not to just go and smack his fine behind.

Robbie broke the balls then proceeded to pocket the number "6" ball.

"Okay," he said, straightening up. "So, since I sunk the '6' that means I have to try to get all the solid-colored balls into the pockets. You are going to try to get all of the striped balls in, cool?"

"You got it."

He nodded. "Alright, so a person keeps shooting until they fail to pocket one of their balls. Also, you are going to want to avoid sinking in the black '8' ball until all of your other balls are pocketed."

"Why? Is it not going to give me the answers to my questions then?" She teased.

Robbie snorted and shook his head. "You're cute, you know that, right?"

Daisy beamed as her heart grew a little lighter. "Obviously."

He smiled. "Okay, so you want to avoid the '8' ball until the end because, if you sink it in before then, it's an automatic win for your opponent."

Which Daisy, of course, already knew, but she loved how she was with explaining. Her heart twinged tight in her chest. This was going to make beating him so much worse.

"So, any questions?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Sounds easy enough."

"Cool. Let's continue."

Robbie turned back towards the table. He studied it for a few seconds before he bent down and smoothly shot the "5" ball into one of the corner pockets. Daisy raised her brow. Impressive. Too bad she was better.

He lined up another shot to get the "2" ball into one of the side pockets. It was an easy shot, one that anyone with decent hand-eye coordination could do in their sleep, but Robbie sent the little blue sphere careening wildly off to the side like a loose bull.

"You did that on purpose, Reyes!" She exclaimed, smacking the butt of her cue stick hard on the bar's wooden floors.

Robbie stood up, the smallest, most coy of smiles twitching at the edges of his lips. "I don't know what you are talking about. Just a miscalculation on my part, I guess," he said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right, sure." Miscalculation, my ass, she thought.

"Come on, it's your turn."

She sighed as she set her beer bottle aside and strode towards the table. Her eyes scanned the tabletop, invisible trajectory paths forming over the dingy green felt. The "10" was an easy shot being just a few inches away from a corner pocket. However, with the way "14" was lined up, she could sink that and the "12" with its ricochet.

"Here," Robbie said, placing a gentle hand on her back. "Let me help."

Daisy bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her groan, but complied as he set his stick down then led her around to the other side of the table.

"So, what you want to do is hold the pool cue back here with your dominant hand at hip level. Then, when you lean down, you want your other hand resting on the table with the end of your cue stick sitting in the slot between your thumb and your index finger," he explained.

Robbie placed his hands on top of hers and it was like electricity bounced off their touching skin. Butterflies fluttered in her chest. She always loved how warm his hands were and the way his hardened callouses rubbed against her smooth skin. Rough but also gentle, just like him.

He guided her hands towards the proper positions on the cue stick then helped her lean down over the table. Apparently, he was lining her up to try to sink the "9" ball into one of the corner pockets on the far end, away from any other balls.

Robbie still had his arms around her as he helped line up her shot. He was pressed right up against her, mirroring all her actions as they moved as one. His heart pounded fast against her back and heat radiated off of him like a furnace. His usual scent of gasoline, leather and firewood filled her nostrils and caused her heart to beat a little quicker.

"Alright, remember to keep your grip loose and gently follow through with your shot," he murmured low in her hear.

His voice was as smooth and sweet as toffee. Her knees trembled a little and Daisy bit her lip to keep herself from just melting in to him. She honestly couldn't breathe.

"I see what you are trying to do here, Reyes, with your smooth moves," she muttered, tilting her head so she could peek at him from the corner of her eye.

Robbie grinned and her heart convulsed in her chest. "Was it that obvious?" He asked.

Daisy rolled her eyes and bumped him with her butt. Damn, hothead, she ruefully thought with a shake of her head. She couldn't wait until she wiped the floor with him.

Daisy focused her attention back on the table and adjusted her aim slightly. She pulled her pool cue back then sent the cue ball flying. It smacked right into the "9" ball and careened it towards the corner pocket. The striped yellow sphere hit the rail and ricocheted away.

She grinned briefly. Yes, it was all going according to her well-trained plan.

"Ooh, so close," she muttered, trying her best to sound disappointed.

Robbie rubbed her back as they both stood up and separated. "You'll get it next time," he encouraged, offering a smile.

Her heart clenched tight. Damn. Why did he have to be so sweet?

"Just watch me, okay?" Robbie said before picking up his cue stick and walking around the table to scope out his next shot.

"Oh, I will," she teased as her eyes followed his ass.

He shot her a look then chuckled as he shook his head. Daisy snatched up her beer and leaned back against an empty dining table.

Robbie was like a panther on the prowl as he paced around the pool table. His eyes were fierce and sharp as they scanned the playing field, looking for his next pretty. He lined up a shot and sunk the "7" in the blink of an eye. Robbie then proceeded to then pocket the "2" and the "4" ball. He was set to also sink the "3" when he jerked his cue stick a little too roughly and sent the cue ball bouncing wildly around the table.

Daisy clenched her beer bottle tight. Another throwaway shot at her expense. Great. She wanted to find the gesture sweet, that he cared about her playing and having fun, but it just made her insides boil instead. Daisy didn't like things to be easy. She enjoyed the challenge, the pain and the hardship. It just made her struggles to overcome them that much tastier.

"Your turn," he stated.

She sighed as she threw her head back and drained the last few drops of her beer. Daisy slammed the empty bottle down hard and rose to her feet. He was going to regret this.

"How about we make this more interesting?" She asked, grinning.

Robbie paused and raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

Daisy pursed her lips. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but she didn't want to hustle the poor guy out of all his money either. He was her boyfriend after all whom she swore she loved very dearly. This could really put a damper on their relationship, and Daisy was still a little keen on making that pool table sex fantasy a reality sometime.

"How about the loser has to buy the winner nachos?"

It was a fair bet. A simple one that wouldn't leave either party too upset.

Robbie rested his head on his cue stick as he mulled it over. "I don't know . . ."

"Come on!" Daisy urged, pounding the butt of her cue stick repeatedly into the floor like foot stomps in a stadium. "It'll be more fun!"

He shot her a dubious look. "The last time you said that you nearly broke my neck and I nearly set the laser tag place on fire," Robbie stated.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. Not the damn laser tag, again. He was just never going to give that up, was he?

"I already admitted that I may have taken things a little too far with the whole wraparound thigh head grip takedown--"

"A little?"

Daisy cringed. "Okay, maybe a lot," she admitted.

Ever since she was little, Daisy had been highly competitive. As soon as their game of laser tag had started, her S.H.I.E.L.D-trained instincts just kicked in. When she saw Robbie, she didn't even think, just acted in order win. Was it the proper approach for the situation? Well, no, probably not, but it had been an effective one. She was sure if May had been there, she'd be proud.

Still, Daisy's brutal surprise attack nearly brought the Rider out of him. Robbie had managed to keep him at bay, but that didn't stop him from accidentally lighting the carpet on fire. Despite all the screaming, everything turned out fine in the end, except for the fact that they had been banned from there indefinitely.

"I'm sorry for that, but I have made it up to you plenty since then!" Daisy exclaimed.

Robbie sighed, but nodded his head. "True." He remained silent for a moment, his brown eyes flicking a little back and forth as he debated in his head. "Alright, winner gets nachos, but no foul play and no weird-ass S.H.I.E.L.D ninja takedown moves, okay?"

"Don't worry. I'll save my power thigh moves for later." She winked.

Daisy bit back her smile as Robbie's face began to flush. His eyes slowly trailed down her body before quickly popping back up to her face. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that sent her heart racing. Maybe she was going to be spending the night in Los Angeles after all.

"Uh, alright, let's play then," he coughed out with a tiny grin.

Daisy smirked as she sidled up to the pool table. She scrunched up her face as her eyes considered the placement of each ball in relation to the space. It was going to be hard, but she could do it.

Lining up her first shot, she sent the cue ball spiraling towards ball "15." The striped maroon ball shot forward and cracked against its green-striped sibling, sending both into the corner pockets. Daisy grinned as she walked around the table then bent down and quickly sent the "10" into one of the side pockets. Balls "12" and "9" soon followed. She made quick work of her last two striped balls then turned her attention to the illustrious "8" ball.

"Right corner pocket," she called.

Daisy leaned forward until she was nearly level with the table and lined up her shot. Her hands were steadier than a mountain as she stared down the length of her cue stick. She had this.

CRACK!

The cue ball went flying, making a swift connection with its black counterpart. The "8" ball ricocheted off the rail and smoothly sailed into the corner pocket with a satisfying clunk.

"Looks like I won," she beamed with straightening up.

Robbie, who had resigned himself to sitting on one of the empty dining tables sometime during her turn, stared at her with wide eyes. "How?" He asked, rising to his feet. "You cheated, didn't you? Daisy we agreed--"

She threw her arms up and held her palms facing open towards him while still managing to hold her cue stick with her thumb. "I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, I did not cheat," she stated with her head raised high. "What you are looking at is the best pool hustler in all of west-side Chicago."

He shook his head, stunned. "I though you didn't know how to play."

Daisy grinned as she twirled her pool stick in her hands. "You assumed I didn't know how to play. I was trying to explain that I did, but you kept cutting me off before I could."

He reflected her words for a moment until his cheeks began to blush when he realized she had been right. "I'm sorry," Robbie murmured softly, offering a shy, apologetic smile.

Her heart grew all gooey and mushy like melting marshmallows in her chest. Ugh, why did he have to be so cute? Now this was becoming less like a satisfying lesson of revenge and more like just kicked a loyal, loving puppy straight through the goalposts.

"Fine, whatever, I forgive you. Just stop looking at me like that!" She muttered, crossing her arms and averting her gaze.

Robbie chuckled causing tingles of warmth to run across her chest. "I still can't believe you hustled me like that. You are cruel, girl."

"True," Daisy hummed, sauntering over to where he stood leaning against his cue stick. She stopped mere inches away from and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. "But you still love me anyway," she cooed, placing a hand on his chest.

His heart pulsed hard and fast against her touch. Each steady vibration of his body danced along her fingertips and traveled down her arm to her heart. Soft, tender flames bloomed in her chest and danced around inside like a swirling ballerina. There was better feeling in the world than being in tune with Robbie's vibrations. They comforted her like a warm soup on a chilly day or a gentle embrace in the early dawn light.

Robbie brushed a strand of her hair back as he caressed her cheek. His brown eyes were focused on hers. A gentle fire flickered in them, filled with so much care and love it left her breathless. "My fatal flaw," he teased.

Daisy closed her eyes as he bent down and met his lips with hers. She kissed him back but couldn't stop the smile from pulling at the corners of her mouth as his moustache prickled her skin.

Before it got too heated, Daisy slowly broke off the kiss. She opened her eyes and leisurely stepped back.

"Alright, Reyes, time to pay up," she stated as she set her cue stick aside. "Don't think I forgot. All that ass-kicking has made me hungry. I want my victory nachos, and, if you ask kindly enough, I might even share some with you."

Robbie chuckled as his tongue darted over his lips. "Fine, but then best two out of three!" He declared as he, also, set his pool stick down then headed for the bar counter. "And this time I won't go easy. You might be the best pool hustler in West Chicago, but I'm one of the best pool players in East L.A."

Daisy grinned as she followed after him. This was turning out to be exactly the carefree night-off with her boyfriend she hoped it would be.

"You're on!"

#quakerider #quakerider fic #daisy x robbie #daisy johnson #robbie reyes #agents of shield #aos fic #alphonso mackenzie #yoyomack #mackelena #quakerider requests #oneshot request #five down! #last one for a while #and it's a big one #I hope you enjoy! #biluata writes #I try #a simple promt #and it turned into this behemoth lol #I had a lot of fun #daisy is a sassy little shit #and apparently little kinky #robbie is a cheeky little shit #robbie loves daisy #also yoyomack baby because why the f not? #everyone is happy #I like this future #let's make this happen aos lol #dear god I researched a lot of pool

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Random DA:O Thoughts - Pt 10.

Leliana told me about her Mother. It was a very sad story. She said her Mother used to hang a certain flower up in her room, she loved the smell of them. I found one of the flowers in Redcliffe :D when I gave it to her I said “Smell it” then she remembered. Awwwwwwww <3

Doggo keeps barking in camp. It’s annoying ugh. Shut up!

Ahaha I accidentally removed Al’s armour (I swear just to change it to another one lol) and now he’s in camp in just his undies. Omg I cant stop laughing.

Not too sure where to go next so I travelled to the forest where the elves are. They look so cool! All of them have tattoos as well.

Just found a new mage robe which has a very low neckline. How is Al meant to concentrate? hehe

I’m a grey warden/matchmaker now. Talked to an Elf who hasn’t had a chance to hunt and become a hunter, so his crush won’t agree to join with him. I convinced her to give him a chance :) such a cute scene of them being all lovey dovey awww. <3

Aww a poor Elf lost his wife in the forest. I have to find her. She might have been turned into a werewolf. :( He seems so nice too!

Not too sure about this Elf leader, he doesn’t like to disclose much. I love his first, she is very cute. She has Ashley’s voice haha. ^^ We have the same type of robe. Well the old one I used to use with the amulet. Now I’ve been using the slutty low neck one hehe ;)

Now I have to get some wood for some shop keeper haha.

Wow the werewolves are brutal. If you’re not careful they can surround you and quickly kill you.

Found an injured elf huntsman. Initially I looted his body after the second time he fainted, then took him back to the camp. I knew I’d load I just wanted to see what I’d get/what could happen. Haha how evil is that though?! You end up stealing armour that was passed down to him from his grandfather. Talk about mean! I loaded, took him back to the camp right away since he doesn’t really tell you much.

Ooh there are ent trees like from lotrs. They attack us though awww.

Spoke to a nice tree. :) He’s really cool! He want’s me to find his acorn. A hermit stole it. Jerk hermit!

There’s a camp that has been abandoned. Seems weird. The fire is going and there are beds. Checked out the fire, the tent and the beds. Each time it was like the camp was hypnotising us. Okay so now we’ve fallen asleep… seems suspect. Omg creepy! I woke up and the rest of my party was dead! There were dead bodies everywhere, well skeletons, and a creepy shade demon was trying to kill me. It was a trap! Have killed the demon now. Suck it, bitch!

Weird misty barrier I can’t get through. They walk through it to come back in the same spot. Reminds me of The Hobbit.

I found the hermit. He’s crazy! I ended up killing him cause I couldn’t be bothered trying to trade for everything. The tree gave me an awesome oak branch staff for finding his acorn. I really like how he rhymes everything he says.

Right after I came across the elf Wynne thought the templars had killed. She had a lot of guilt over it. He lives in the forest, isn’t really part of the Dalish elves. This gave Wynne piece of mind so I’m happy about that :D I wonder if I can cure her of the demon, or help keep the demon alive somehow.

I like the werewolf swift rider. He’s cool! I’ve had to fight him twice so far, then the spirit wolf got in between us to save him.

Oh no I found the elves wife and she’s been turned into a werewolf :( she asked me to be merciful, to put an end to her pain plus let her husband know. I have her scarf to give him. He was sad :(

I was thinking about this the other day but forgot to add it to earlier post. I wonder how time progresses in the game? Cause after the circle tower mission, I spoke to Wynne about being a grey warden etc. She said I’d been a grey warden for a year so far. In game I sometimes forget about the actual time. Since they walk to each place then maybe it’d take months of travelling just to get to one town. Also in the forest the keeper leader elf said that if I get bitten by a werewolf that I’d know after a couple of weeks. Just reminded me that to me the time is a few hours, but to the characters it would be weeks or even months.

The underground ruins area was fun to explore :D I found a lot of cool items but sometimes have to destroy some (the ones that aren’t that great) cause I run out of room. I have upgraded my pack about 4 times though.

I have the arcane specialisation now. Felt super bad for the arcane warrior trapped in the life stone. I wonder how long he was in there for.

Not sure what to think of werewolves. Are they bad or misunderstood?

They have taken me to see “their lady”, she is a green lady with vines. I’m guessing she’s the spirit wolf, shadow fade? It was the main elf keeper who created her and brought the curse to the forest. Such a sad story! I ended up convincing him to end his life, and that of the spirit too, so that the werewolves and elves would be cured. I teared up a little when she died :( the poor werewolves were sad.

The elves have joined the cause! :D woo!

I have so many gifts! When I get back to camp I’m gonna be like: “Gather round everyone! Mama Warden has some preseeeents for yoooou!”

Al’s heart is gold now ^_^

Decided I’m going to search for the urn of sacred ashes now.

Travelled to Denerim for the first time. Was worried Loghain would imprison me lol.

Genitivi wasn’t there but his assistant Weylon was. He was acting shifty. When I tried to look in the lab he attacked me. I was worried at first that was the wrong decision but I found the real body in the room. Creepy!

What the..? A super man reference?! Ahaha. This was when I was travelling.

Omg that lake pub has shady people watching the owner. I thought it was weird last time I visited it ages ago.

This town is sooo creepy! All these creepy cultists trying to kill me.

Found Genitivi. He’s taken us to the temple. I get a bit worried leaving him in there, that he might die. Hmm...

Lots of dragons and baby dragons to fight. I really hate killing the baby ones.

Note to self: don’t sell the drake scales. Oops! I didn’t think i’d need them.

I’ve decided I’m going to focus on the spirit healer specialisation.

Btw haven’t given Alistair the locket yet. Not sure why. I kinda wonder if he’d have different dialogue if I give it to him before or after saving the Arl.

#gem plays dragon age #dragon age #dragon age: origins #da:o #let's play #long post #sorry this one is long it's kinda two parts in one #also sorry if it's boring haha

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Perfect Harmony

Happy Valentine’s Day, @renrenners! I hope you enjoy this * w *  (Fun fact I did not know before writing this: Kazakhstan was the 9th biggest buyer of chocolate last year, at a whopping 10.9lb of chocolate per person!) 

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‘Beka!’ Yuri shouted through the door. ‘Beka, I’m here!’

Yuri heard the calm pad of feet before the lock grated and the door to Otabek’s apartment swung open. Otabek had a tea towel and a half-dried plate in his hands, which he carefully set on his hall table before Yuri could jump to hug him. Yuri had missed his best friend. The US had been interesting, but although he’d enjoyed creaming the other skaters, he’d missed Otabek. While Victor and Yuuri had been there to cheer him on and keep him occupied, he still missed his best friend. Anyway, the stupid-headed newlyweds spent half the time wrapped up in their own little world. But, if he tried to get away from their lovey-dovey-ness (and the affection they tried to include him in, ugh), JJ found him. The self-absorbed bastard. But that wouldn’t have been important if he’d had Otabek.

He flung his arms around Beka.

‘I missed you.’ Yuri mumbled into Otabek’s neck. Quietly. Obviously. Otabek wasn’t meant to hear him.

‘I missed you too.’ Dammit. Yuri scrunched his eyes tight shut in embarrassment and hid his blush against Otabek’s collarbone. When Otabek next spoke, Yuri could feel it rumble through his bones.

‘Did you have a safe journey?’

Yuri nodded, then realised Otabek couldn’t see it. He lifted his head a little.

‘It was alright. A bit of turbulence, and the movies were shit as always. At least the screaming baby was in economy rather than first class.’ He laughed. ‘I liked Almaty airport. It’s nice to see an airport that’s more than just another big glass and metal box.’

Otabek chuckled.

‘Yes, I’d forgotten how much I’d missed its wavy roof until I finally came back here.’ Yuri smiled fondly, burying his face back into Otabek’s shoulder. For a few moments, he just let himself breathe. The pair gently swayed in their hug before Yuri shot to attention.

‘Oh! I almost forgot!’ He ripped his leopard-print backpack off his shoulders and started rummaging through it. Everything had got out of order in the taxi. Aha! Of course it was right at the bottom. He pulled what he was looking for triumphantly out of the backpack and waved it in front of Otabek’s face.

‘A duty-free bag?’ Otabek quirked an eyebrow. ‘Saw a watch you liked?’

Yuri shook his head, and pulled out the contents of the bag.

‘They’re already selling Valentine’s chocolate over there, and this stuff was reduced to clear!’ It was a large bag of wrapped chocolate truffles, just barely within its use-by date. ‘It was between this and Mozart Balls – why do they sell those dumb things in every airport around the world, anyway? – and this bag was bigger, so.

‘And this,’ Yuri brandished the cellophane-wrapped case like a weapon, ‘Is one of the best movies. Ever.’

Otabek squinted at the cover.

‘’The Lion King’? You know we have Disney here, right? I have seen it before.’

‘Yeah. And? Doesn’t mean it’s not a great movie. Anyway, I’ve seen your pathetic DVD collection. There’s no Disney in it.’

‘I had them all on video once.’ Otabek smiled the soft, private smile that Yuri knew he only shared with him. ‘All of them. You’ve seen the Aristocats, right?’

Yuri scoffed.

‘Of course. Another great movie. Just like Alice in Wonderland.’

‘And Aladdin, and Oliver and Company?’ Otabek was teasing him softly.

‘Yes, Aladdin, but I’ve not watched that other one.’ 

‘Not my favourite, but the main character is a cat, and it has a happy ending. No parents dying or the like.’

‘…I’ll add it to the list.’ Yuri blushed. He’d never had anyone who got to know his interests so well before.

Otabek stretched (Yuri purposefully averted his eyes from the small strip of skin his shirt revealed when it rode up) and led Yuri into his living room.

‘Did you eat already? I can make food if you want.’ Yuri shook his head.

‘I had a load of snacks on the plane.’

‘No meals?’

‘I’m an adult, Beka! I’m capable of feeding myself. I found some terrible lentil thing in the terminal which tasted like ass. The snacks were to get the nasty taste out and they filled me up.’ Yuri flopped down onto Otabek’s overstuffed sofa. ‘Do you want to watch this movie or what?’

Otabek sat beside him, and immediately Yuri rearranged himself to be curled against him.

‘Did you buy that in America?’

‘…yeah?’

Otabek held his hand out for the case, and when Yuri gave it to him he flipped it over.

‘I thought so.’ He pointed to a little icon on the back cover. ‘It’s Region One, Yuri. We’re Region Five. My DVD player won’t play this.’ Yuri’s heart sank for a moment. Then, a thought occurred to him.

‘My laptop can play it. I don’t have a DVD player so I use my laptop for everything.’

It was only when they were settled – laptop resting on Otabek’s little coffee table, blankets carefully strewn around the pair – that Yuri realised his massive mistake. For them both to watch, they had to be far closer than Yuri had expected. Otabek was – quite distracting. The urge to go boneless against him and relax close to him was far too strong for Yuri’s liking.

He fiercely pushed his attention to the movie.

‘It’s weird hearing it all in English, isn’t it?’ Yuri murmured.

‘Not really. I grew up watching them in English with Kazakh subtitles.’ Otabek’s words were hot breath on Yuri’s neck. Aargh. There was no escape. ‘Did you bring those truffles for us to eat now?’

‘A-ah. Yes.’ He pulled the bag over, opened it, and offered it to Otabek.

‘Thanks.’ Otabek opened one and popped it in his mouth. He chewed a few times, then grimaced, swallowed, and grimaced again. ‘American chocolate tastes so odd.’

‘You don’t like chocolate? I don’t get to have it that often.’ Dammit! He’d hoped he could have a nice evening with his best – er, only, – friend, and now he was ruining it all!

‘I like chocolate. This is… American chocolate isn’t the best.’

‘There’s a difference?’

‘There’s a diff-‘ Otabek cut himself off and leapt from the sofa. A small part of Yuri’s brain noted it was probably the most animated he’d seen Otabek off the ice. He heard kitchen cupboards clatter before Otabek reappeared, holding a blue-wrappered something. He sat back down and handed it to Yuri. ‘Try that.’

It was a chocolate bar, in a blue-and-gold wrapper designed to look like the Kazakhstan flag. Yuri broke off a square and popped it in his mouth.

His eyes widened. It tasted a lot creamier than the other chocolates he’d had. He savoured the square.

‘It’s good!’

Otabek was smiling his little pleased smile again. Yuri suddenly realised how close he’d gotten to Otabek, that he could just smell the tang of the – apparently inferior – American chocolate on his breath. He also realised that the soundtrack playing from the movie was the stupid love song. But – somehow, the moment was intoxicating. He was seized with a mad urge.

He slowly leant in and brushed his lips against Otabek’s. Yuri felt rather than heard Otabek’s breath hitch when their lips touched. His lips were warm, and surprisingly soft.

Then he moved away and turned back to the movie.

‘Yuri.’

He wasn’t looking at Otabek. He was watching a movie.

‘Yuri.’

‘I’m watching the movie.’

‘Yuri!’

He spun to look at Otabek, surprised by his emotional tone.

Otabek looked flushed, colour high in his cheeks, his fingers tracing his bottom lip.

‘Uhm.’ God he sounded stupid. Otabek was probably going to kick him out now, or something.

‘You…’ Otabek’s voice was muffled a little by his own hand. ‘…you like me?’

‘Uhm…’ Ground, please open up. Swallow Yuri now. He would rather die than answer that question. After a few long moments where the traitorous floor refused to crack and end Yuri’s suffering, he relented. ‘Y-yeah.’

Before Yuri could leap up, gather his things, run back to the airport, get on the first plane he could and never return to Kazakhstan again, he felt Otabek’s hand hesitantly brush his wrist. He – he couldn’t make his brain work. He could only stare dumbly at his wrist until Otabek’s other hand tilted his chin up and then-

And then-

Otabek was kissing him. 

#yoi secret valentines #writing #yuri plisetsky #submission

[jess-oh]

Reflection

hey journal,

i got some things to get off my chest.

ummmm. theres a lot on my mind i guess.

it feels kind of weird having a roommate after not having one for so long but it makes me happy to know someone else is home when i do. it’s easy to talk to her or just choose to go straight to my room after a long day. i am happy to have claire here.

amanda decided to stay in st louis for another week and a part of me is hurt that she didnt think to tell me. ive just been trying to give her space after she didnt respond to me last time. i just assumed she was busy and i really do want her to be able to rest back at home and just be with her family. i think i would want to do the same in california so ive been doing my best to just keep some distance between myself and her. i do miss her though. 

i was really happy i was able to be there for her with the whole ICP thing but when wookie casually mentioned how she went to an ICP event recently for the BTJ tour, i felt a little betrayed. did she lie to me? i thought she hadnt spoken or interacted with any of them in almost a year. why would she keep that from me? 

ive also slowly been slowly getting involved with ICP again just by hanging out with Wookie again on Wednesdays and getting to meet new people. a part of me feels like im betraying Lakeview for doing so but i dont want to let them go. 

ive also been doing my best to keep some distance between myself and johnathan&jason. i think i was too clingy and desperate in the past. tho, surprisingly, johnathan recently reached out to me and asked to go climbing together. i agreed and we’re set to hangout on friday which i am excited about. but we dont usually have much to talk about so....we’ll see how it goes i guess! ive been trying to think of things to ask him bc i noticed that he wont share more information than whats absolutely necessary. maybe i can ask him more about how israel is and maybe challenges that arose? we’ll see!?

i really hope the best for him and amanda. tbh, i think i was both of them at one point in my life. too serious and couldnt take a joke. too insecure and just wanted to please everyone. now im here. depressed and just struggling how to move on from here. 

while talking to elizabeth and skylar recently, i was wondering if maybe the reason it’s so hard for me to talk to people at church is bc the people at school are usually a lot more willing to share than those at church? so it feels like im trying a lot harder to carry the conversation bc people expect to be served when they first come to lakeview. 

BUT, i gotta humble myself! bc i was really no better when i first came. and theres nothing to be gained by being “better” anyway.

i really miss old MAST and the meetings we had. i didnt think i would miss everything and everyone so much. it makes me feel sad how much everything is changing. tho i am slowly starting to learn how to let go. esp since jason, johnathan, and amanda have been gone for a while. and ive been pretty distant with pjosh lately too. i just want to allow him to rest during this summer and have fun and relax. he deserves it after such a stressful year. and i do really want to help and support him and make his job easier as much as i can.

im done receiving. i want to help now.

i am excited to be able to hangout with johnathan one on one for once tho. i wonder why he wanted to hangout. maybe bc he knows his time is limited and wants to spend make the most of his time still in chicago with the people he cares about? who knows.

maybe pjosh tipped him off since i asked to meet up with pjosh this week and he couldnt. i do still definitely want to tell pjosh that im thinking of moving to SF. and the more i research, the more right it feels. it pretty much just feels like im planning for my future at this point. but another part of me really doesnt want to leave chicago. i would probably cry a lot on my last day with everyone here. i dont want to say goodbye. i love so many people here so much. i dont want to leave. and at the end of the day, it is my choice but a part of me feels like i have to let go and move on from this part of my life. as much as it sucks and as much as i dont want to, it feels like something i just need to do. sigh.

maybe i’ll ask johnathan what people in NorCal usually do and try to incorporate that into my SF schedule.

i wonder if he’ll ask if i was upset or avoided him before. bc he was more active in talking with me, idk if he picked up on it. i think im okay with telling him i was just upset with them both not bc of anything they had necessarily done but just bc seeing them two just told me that they were moving on and i felt like i was being left behind. which, i talked it through with amanda and felt exponentially better after our conversation. i didnt realize they had talked about the spaces they had cultivated and wanting to keep it the same even tho they were entering into a relationship together. and i could see that and i do appreciate that. but, a part of me will always kinda feel like a third wheel with them. i know they probably wont be super coupley or lovey dovey around me but i will still very clearly know that theyre in a relationship together. that they’re each other’s go to person now. it isnt me anymore for amanda and i never was that person for johnathan. but things change and i’ll always know we wont ever be that close again or anymore. it kinda hurts but im learning to just accept, let go, and move on.

for a long time, my greatest fear was dealing with the fact that no matter how hard i try or how much work i put in, my best will never be good enough. but, after feeling hopeless over my inability to change the hearts of NU students and giving it to God and just trusting in Him in the process instead, it did give me a pretty great sense of relief.

my coping mechanism is to isolate myself. to take a step back and run away and just try and deal with the problem on my own. the reason i became so clingy and latched onto the seniors this past year was because i was so shocked when they actually responded positively and wanted to help me. i didnt know how to properly react to that because it felt so foreign. and i guess i just became too much. even now, i always think about self harming myself or just not telling people how i feel for long periods of time and them finding out by some accident and me feeling so much shame and crying out, “i am so sorry! you were never supposed to find out! you were never supposed to know about this!” sigh.

i guess i have pretty self destructive behavior, haha.

it’s just easier to deal with by myself w/o the variables of other people. not having to worry if im talking too much or being too selfish or this or that. if im the only one trying to solve it, i only have to worry about myself making out on the other side alive.

maybe thats why i want to kill myself so often haha.

i am really stressed out about this whole andrew and sofia thing and i really dont know what to do. a part of me wants to share the gospel with andrew and hopefully rely on God to help him overcome his addiction but if i myself do not currently have a stable faith, what right do i have to share this with him when i know i’ll be questioned and persecuted for it.

but i really dont know what the right course of action is to take now. i think i would’ve been better equipped to answer in the past but now my life just feels like it’s in disarray and i dont know what to do anymore.

i think leaving chicago for a while will be good for me tho. just being able to get away and relax from everyone. i think it’ll help me get a more clear mind. hopefully. hopefully i wont just be stressed over my grandpa and this whole breakup thing the whole time. ugh. i really dont mean to be selfish but i do wish i could just go home and rest and not have to worry about anything! really! sigh.

but anyway, God, i give this to you. im also really hoping that somehow at sa-rang, i can come back to you and be reminded of you are in my life. i feel like i’ve grown so far away from you and it’s become so much more about living in fear and not sharing too much in fear of scaring people away but craving intimacy. i hope i can find that back home at sa-rang, even with all my fears and insecurities regarding that place. 

thank you.

i feel nervous but im doing my best to just trust in you and through this process.

#reflection

[thirsty4kpop-blog]

Soft Spot (Part One)

Hey everyone! Rose and I are so excited to release this first part of our Matthew x reader fanfiction! We hope you enjoy it and please if you like it, reblog and like it! A sort of bad boy! Matthew au.

Pairing: Matthew x reader Genre: Fluff and eventual smut Group: K.A.R.D (Matthew specifically and appearances from J-seph) Words: 3191

********************************************** “Y/N! Wake up!”

I heard my dad’s voice as I slowly fluttered my eyes open. He was smiling sweetly, and had set a trail of food on my desk.

“Good morning, dad.” I smiled and gave him a hug.

“Good morning, sweetie. Come on now, get up and get ready, or you’ll be late.” I nodded, sitting up in my bed and stretching. “I’ll be leaving to Korea tonight, but Christina is here, she’ll look after you.”

I forced a fake smile. “Great..”

I sighed as soon as dad left the room. Christina is my step mom, and she’s an ultimate monster- she’s the type of person to pretend she’s sweet and lovely to me around other people, especially in front of dad. But truth be told, she’s a huge bitch and a gold digger, I don’t even know how many men she has banged since she married dad.

After I finished eating, I went through my morning routine and got ready for school. I grabbed my backpack and phone, then made my way downstairs.

As I was heading to the front door, I was stopped by the annoying high pitched voice of Christina.

“Y/N! Aren’t you going to give me a goodbye hug and kiss?”

If anything I wanted to give her a goodbye sucker punch.

I groaned inwardly and dragged myself back to the kitchen and met the she-demon herself.

Her long black hair was in an exquisite French plait and her tanned complexion was flawless. Today’s clothing choice consisted of a white Chanel pantsuit with lace detail on the torso. Her dark brown eyes popped with her winged eyeliner and smokey black eyeshadow and her lips were the lightest shade of nude. On her feet, she wore practical yet stylish Gucci nude block heels and her red Louis Vuitton handbag was sitting on the table.

I didn’t care how beautiful she looked, I knew she was rotten from the inside out. I know this because on the day of the wedding between my dad and Christina, I overheard her talking to someone after the ceremony.

*one year ago*

“Yes! He’s so rich, it’s not even funny!”

I stopped my knuckles from knocking on the door and froze.

Was Christina talking about my dad?

“Yeah, he’s so easy! He just melts when I ask him to buy me stuff! He has a daughter but she’s not important. I just have to play ‘mommy’ and she won’t notice a thing!”

I felt my blood turn into acid. How dare she talk about my dad and I that way!

“Oh, I gotta go, girl! I wish you could be here but I’ll see you next week while I’m on my honeymoon! Love ya!”

I was shocked. This whole time I thought that Christina was a nice woman and could possibly be a good step mom but I was so wrong.

“Hey beautiful,” a deep unfamiliar voice came from the other side of the room and I stopped breathing. “You done talking?”

Christina’s high pitched voice cut knives into my skin.

“All done now, baby. C'mere,” she purred.

The unmistakable noises of kissing and groaning burned themselves into my head.

I ran. I felt sick and my head was spinning. I finally got some fresh air outside and took big gulping breaths.

“Christina you bitch. I can’t believe I almost fell for your act,” I hissed to myself.

“I’ll never accept you as my step mother. Never.”

*present day*

“Y/N. Your dad forgot to mention that I’ll be working out of town tonight and I won’t be back until next week. I know that he said that I’ll take care of you while he’s in Korea but I can’t miss this opportunity.”

Christina was an interior decorator. She was actually really good at her profession and was one of the reasons our house looked so good.

“It’s okay, Christina. I’m old enough now to look after myself. I’ll be fine,” I said.

I knew she was probably going to meet up with her latest affair. I snooped through her phone a few days ago and saw that she had been sending some extremely inappropriate pictures to a man using the alias ‘Ashley’. She thought she was so clever by using a typical girls name to hide her affair but I wasn’t stupid.

I wanted to tell my dad ever since the night of the wedding but he looked so happy…and when my mom died, it took a huge toll on him. That’s why I decided against it.

“I’m so happy to hear that. Goodbye, sweetie. I’ll see you next week, okay?” Christina stood up and gathered her bag and papers.

She walked over to me and gave me a kiss on my cheek and a quick hug. Her expensive perfume enveloped me and I smelt roses and musk.

“Have a good day at school okay? I’m trusting you to behave yourself alone. No boys…actually maybe one.”

At those words we gave me a wink before exiting the kitchen and leaving in her car.  

It was moments like this when I really hated Christina, purely because she was so lovely to me and how good of an actress she was. It would’ve made my life so much easier if she wasn’t a lying, gold-digging slut.

With one last sigh, I walked outside the house, locking the door behind me.

“Hey, Y/N.”

I looked up and smiled. “J.Seph, hey!”

He smiled back. “Can I offer you a ride to school?”

“I can take the bus, it’s fine.”

He frowned. “No, please. I insist.”

I smiled and nodded. “Okay, since you insist.”

Taehyung, A.K.A J.Seph, is one of my closest friends. We’ve known each other for quite some time, and he’s the nicest ray of the sunshine you’ll ever meet. He lived only a few streets away from me so his lifts to school or to parties weren’t uncommon.

“Guess who says hi.” He says when I sat next to him in his car. I looked at him and pouted.

He chuckled and started the car. “Who?” I asked, still pouting.

“My dear best friend.”

I sighed. “Matthew.” He nodded and laughed.

Ugh, Matthew Kim; he’s been a thorn in my side since the beginning of senior year, and his whole being annoys the living shit out of me. He actually enjoys how easily annoyed I’m annoyed with him and he purposefully starts doing things to annoy me. It becomes like a daily routine with the two of us arguing with each other.

“Okay, we’re here.” J.Seph announces as he stops the car outside of the school building.

We get out of the car and I thank him for the ride before heading inside the building and straight up to my locker, where my group of friends were talking.

“Hey girls!” I said cheerfully, opening my locker and sorting my books out for the first few classes.

“Y/N!” Alex exclaimed and gave me a hug. I chuckled and hugged her back.

My group of friends consisted of four girls; Alex, Luna, Scarlett and Ally. They’re the most amazing friends any girl could ask for.

“Hey, do you girls wanna have a sleepover at my place tonight?” I asked after breaking the hug and closing my locker. “There’s no adult supervision, we can pretty much do whatever we want.”

Ally beamed. “Sounds awesome!” The girls all nodded in agreement and we started planning everything out, just when the bell rang. That’s when we said our goodbyes. I had my first class with Luna, so it wasn’t that bad.

“Hey, it’s kinda unusual that your dad and stepmom are away at the same time, Y/N…is everything okay?” Luna asked me as we took our seats next to each other.

I sighed. “No…not really. Found another guy on her phone a few days ago.”

Luna immediately wrapped me into a hug and I smiled. All of the girls knew about my lying step mom and they always have me support.

They were just as shocked when I told them a few days after the wedding what I had heard from  Christina’s room.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wish she wasn’t so awful,” Luna whispered.

“I’m okay. Thanks Luna,” I said before we broke off the hug.

“Tell you what! I’ll make my famous brownies for tonight’s sleepover! How about that?” Luna grinned.

“You are amazing,” I said, my mouth already watering.

If our group of girls had labels, Luna would be the chef. She was an expert in baking since her mom was one of the best chefs working at the best hotel in the country and naturally picked up her skills from her.

Luna’s brownies were to die for. Once she had made them for an end of year class party and someone nearly died from the stampede that followed once she revealed that she had baked her brownies.

Luna only ever bakes her brownies on special occasions now (and also if she wants to bribe a teacher for an extension for a project).

“It’s settled then! Brownies for tonight!” she squealed as the rest of our class filed into the classroom.

For a second my heart stopped beating.

In walked Park Doyun, the newest student council president and the boy I’ve been crushing on since last year. He has the most soft looking brown hair and sweetest smile. He was fit because he played basketball for the school team and he was really good at it.

It was announced last week who the new members of student council was and I was overjoyed that Doyun had been chosen to be president.

“Hey, don’t go all lovey dovey on my now!” Luna grinned nudging me in the side.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m happy he’s president! He can makes some amazing changes for the school!”

“Hmmm~.” hummed Luna with a playful smile on her face.

My smile soon disappeared when the next boy walked in just as the final bell rang for class to start.

Matthew Kim.

“Morning, munchkin! Lovely to see your hideous face this morning,” he grinned as he took his seat at the back of the class.

The whole class was silent and I felt all eyes on me.

“I could say the same to you, you disgusting asshole,” I growled and I felt Luna’s hand on my shoulder.

“Calm down Y/N. He’s just doing it to get to you,” she said with worry in her eyes.

“Relax munchkin! It’s just a joke!” Matthew yelled just as the teacher walked in.

“I don’t see anyone laughing!” I seethed and Matthew’s smiled grew even wider.

I took my seat and tried to calm down and once the lesson had started, it was easier to channel my frustration into work.

45 minutes later, the bell rang signaling the end of that period and students began to pack their books away and race off to their next class.

“Ugh, I have Geography now,” Luna groaned. Luna loved Geography but was bored to death by her teacher.

“You’ll survive. You have Scarlett with you! I have History now with Alex. I’ll see you at break okay?”

Luna grinned and walked off to class. I finished packing my bags and suddenly felt a muscular arm around my waist.

“Hey History buddy, ready to go to class?” Matthew whispered in my ear.

“Dammit, why are you so annoying!” I hissed as I wiggled out of his grasp and speed walked to History.

“Because I enjoy annoying you!”

I heard him say, which made me stop in my tracks and turn around, only to come face to face with him.

I was gonna slap him, but I figured- I’m better than that, so I just fake smiled at him and continued walking to history.

“Wow Y/N, why in a hurry?” Alex asked as she started walking with me.

“I hate Matthew. So much.”

She nodded. “Ah, that’s what this is about.” She said as we arrived to class and took seats next to each other. “What did he do this time?”

I was about to answer when Matthew walked in and winked at me. I was pretty much fuming by now, and Alex seemed to notice.

“Oh, no.” She muttered and looked at Matthew- she knew she couldn’t stop me from exploding now.

I slammed my hands on the desk and stood up, which made Matthew stop in his tracks. I walked over to him and slapped him. Hard.

“Listen here, Mr. Kim. I’ve been dealing with your shit ever since the beginning of this year, and I’m frickin done with you. Not only are you annoying, you’re an ultimate smoking weed fuckboy who skips class whoever he wants. But do you ever get in trouble for it? No! But oh so help me if you irritate me one more time.” I threatened and the look of surprise on Matthew’s face was definitely worth it.

I sat down in my seat again and angrily crossed my arms, taking a deep breath.

“Well,” Alex began saying. “you showed him. In front of everyone.” I glanced at her. “Including Doyun.”

I just rolled my eyes and took out my textbook as the teacher walked in.

*********

School was finally, officially over. My last class was Chemistry which, thank God, I shared with all of the girls.

We were currently walking down the hallway when suddenly someone called my name. I turned around and there was Doyun, smiling brightly and running in me and the girls’ direction.

“We’ll wait in the car.” Ally whispered before leaving with the girls.

I smiled at Doyun. “Hey Doyun! Is everything OK?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I have a proposition for you though.” He smiled wider as I eagerly nodded for him to continue. “Are you interested in being my PA for the council?”

My eyes widened. “Me?” I asked, pointing my finger at myself, which made him nod. “Why me?”

“Well, everyone knows how intelligent you are. You can be a huge help.” He looked up from me and looked at someone behind, making me follow his gaze only to see Matthew. I looked back at Doyun to see determination in his dark brown eyes.

“Matthew has gotten away with murder for too long, Y/N. It’s not fair to the students and especially to you, who works so hard.”

I felt my cheeks go red at his compliment.

He looked back at me. “Which is why I want you to be my PA. We’ll finally be able to weed him out. What do you say?” He asked, offering his hand for a handshake to seal the deal.

I looked at his hand and then back at him.

Not only will Matthew will get expelled, but I’ll get the chance to spend more time with Doyun which is a dream come true.

I sealed the deal by shaking Doyun’s hand and noticed how cute he was with dimples.

“Deal.”

*********

“I can’t believe that happened!” Luna exclaimed.

We were sitting in the living room eating brownies, and Alex and I have just finished telling the girls about my outburst.

“I can’t believe I wasn’t there to see it! I had Computer Studies!” Ally pouted.

*BEEP BEEP*

I checked my phone and frowned. The message was from Matthew (or Asshole as I had saved in my contacts)

Asshole: You owe me a new cheek, munchkin :(

I rolled my eyes and typed out my reply.

What the hell do you want? I thought I was pretty clear when I told you not to irritate me again.

I waited for his reply and was a little surprised with his message.

Asshole: Look, I’m sorry about everything. Can we just talk things out?

The fact that he apologized was one thing. But he still wanted to talk things out with me was definitely a change in his attitude.

Can’t right now. Girl’s night in. How about tomorrow after school. Behind the art room?

His response was immediate.

Asshole: Yeah, sounds good. See you then, munchkin.

I put my phone back on the coffee table and sighed, eating some more brownies. “Well, he wants to talk tomorrow. Said he wants to explain himself.”

Alex chuckled. “He’s gonna need some good luck.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Wait, what did Doyun say?”

Ally and Luna nodded. “Oh yeah, spill the beans, girl!” Alex winked.

“He asked me to be his-”

“Girlfriend?!” They all exclaimed at the same time, cutting me off.

“No! His PA for the council.”

There were a few groans of disappointment but they were all smiling.

“You agreed?” Scarlett asked.

“Of course I did.” I chuckled and took a bite of my brownie.

“Well, it’s not girlfriend…but it’s definitely one step closer to becoming his girlfriend!” Luna cheered.

I looked at Luna. “I have to be professional. I can’t just hit on him with every chance I get. He takes his council role very seriously.”

“Yeah, but when the day comes…you’re both feeling the chemistry…and you’re in the Student Council Room…alone…things are gonna get….steamy,” Scarlett said seductively.

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment and all the girls laughed.

“SCARLETT! Why would you say something like that?” I screeched and smacked her with a pillow.

“Oh, Doyun, your biceps are so muscular~” Ally teased.

“Doyun, wait. We can’t- not in the Student council room-“ Alex said mimicking my voice.

“But I want you so badly Y/N….I crave your scent-” mimicked Luna in a deep voice.

I covered my face. “Why am I friends with you people?”

They all laughed and my embarrassment faded.

“What should we do now?” Luna asked.

“Watch a movie?” Ally suggested, and we all nodded in agreement.

Half way through the movie, all my friends had already fallen asleep. I smiled.

It had been a tough week and I didn’t blame them. I wiggled out of Scarlett’s grasp and gently shifted Ally’s head so that she was laying on the pillow and not my lap.

I switched the tv off and grabbed a blanket and cuddled next to my friends. We were all so different but matched so well. Alex was our mom. Constantly checking on us and bringing extra food just in case someone left theirs at home. Scarlett loved being onstage and had already been selected for the lead role for this year’s play. Thankfully, she wasn’t as dramatic as she was onstage.

Ally was fantastic at sports but she shone in soccer. She was already selected for the national team. Luna made fantastic food and I was the literary genius.

I could quote Shakespeare at the drop of a hat and write pretty good essays.

I cuddled closer to my blanket and saw my phone flash, signaling a message. I picked it up and looked at the message in surprise.

Doyun: Goodnight Y/N :) Can’t wait till start working with you on Monday!

I knew I was smiling like an idiot but I didn’t care.

I had lovely sweet dreams that night.

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