#but still. the day i can finally delete instagram i will be popping bottles

[godofsmallthings]

imagine if instagram post notifications worked

#literally every single thing about that app sucks #honestly the only reason i still have it on my phone is for activism reasons #and ig to talk to hot women ksjdfhjsdfhsd #but still. the day i can finally delete instagram i will be popping bottles #there's something very silly about complaining about one social media app on another but i need something to complain about so i don't have #to work on my paper so here we are #vi is typing...

[kookiebunnii]

d4u || golden closet film

jan. 2019. we’re going to korea today. i’ve never been, but jungkook is definitely excited about it. i think he plans to make a video out of it too, maybe for his youtube subscribers or something. i hope when he looks back on this trip, he can be happy. maybe through the lens of that camera, he’ll find something worth smiling for.

pairing: bestfriend!jungkook x reader

genre: slice of life 

word count: 3.5k 

warnings: n/a

Whenever you traveled abroad, the painful stiffness in your neck always filled you with regret and determination to invest in a neck pillow in preparation for the next flight. However, you’d always be too mystified and distracted at the new sights to be seen once you’ve landed to remember how much suffering you endured in arriving there. Asking Jungkook to remind you hasn’t worked either, since the boy could barely remember to bring his essentials on a typical day. When he happened to have his wallet, phone, and surprisingly-- his keys, you’d make sure to tease him with a, “Aren’t you a big boy now?” He would scrunch his nose at you in annoyance every time. He loathed it. You loved it.

You shifted restlessly in your seat, trying to find a comfortable nook or cranny so you could finally enjoy some much-needed rest. A 12-hour flight time paired with this seat in particular could be used as a torture method. You had offered Jungkook the window seat, since you knew he’d want to get some aerial shorts during the flight for his new film. Unluckily, that meant you were stuck between the long-legged boy and an elderly lady that you would feel embarrassed for intruding on if you took up too much space. As a result, you’ve spent the last 30 minutes startling awake every two minutes because your head kept tilting forward uncontrollably.

“I know I tease you for having a big head, but I didn’t know the issue was this serious.”

Despite the deafening nature of flying at high altitudes, you were close enough to Jungkook to hear his little snide remark. You gave him a nasty glare before leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes again. You could handle a few hours of pain in return for the exciting vacation the two of you planned for winter break. As you stretched your limbs, you imagined how luxurious you would feel later when visiting all the stylish cafés in Seoul, chowing down on Busan delicacies, and admiring Jeju’s beauty in person.

It’ll be worth it.

You’re not sure if you’re dreaming when you feel the armrest serving as a divide between seats being raised. Afterwards, a soft pressure tilts your head to the left and the thin blanket you’ve haphazardly tossed on for the night adjusts itself snugly against your shoulders. When you open your eyes slightly, you realize that Jungkook has let you lean on his shoulder as you sleep. You’re feeling too sleepy and dazed to open your mouth to say thank you, so you settle for adjusting your head to find the most comfortable spot on his shoulder instead. Unsurprisingly, you pass out shortly after.

When you wake up, you find Jungkook filming the slow descent of the plane through the tiny window. Through the soft and wispy clouds, you notice how the city breaks through in specks of sunlight. The moment is captured through the steady lens of your film director and you watch as he continues the shot for a few seconds longer before cutting the video. He gives you a brief smile as he turns off his precious camera and begins stowing it back into his backpack.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, absentmindedly scrolling through the map projecting through the small screen attached to the seat in front of him.

“A lot better than expected,” you watch as he zooms in on your destination, studying the names of cities that pop up as he scrolls, “Keep up the gym workouts and we can rent out your arm as a pillow.”

He chuckles in response to your suggestion. Before you could elaborate more on the profit margins you expected from such an endeavor, the captain’s voice fills the intercom. He announces that everyone should expect a landing in thirty minutes. The idea of finally escaping such a small space filled you with a rare sort of apprehension, your leg bouncing up and down unconsciously with delight.

The wonder bubbling in your chest rises and overflows as you watch the landscape pass you by. Finally settled in a taxi heading to the hotel nestled in the hustle and bustle of Seoul, you observe the tall apartment buildings popping up, reaching towards the sky. You couldn’t help but gaze out at the expanse of dark water as you crossed a bridge into the inner parts of the city. It was your first time in this country, but Jungkook had done a great job of hyping up the destination in your mind.

Your hotel room is just as tidy and neat as you like, a platter of chocolates lying on the desk and a large window exposing the beautiful view of streets and skyscrapers below. There were no odd abstract paintings that American hotels tended to adorn their walls with, so you were grateful already. The two of you were already eager to head out again, as you both waited for Jungkook’s camera to fully charge. As he spends some time viewing the shots he already recorded, you decide to take a shower. You need to relax the tense muscles accumulated from that long flight and change into something nice for the afternoon. The hot water feels like a much-needed embrace as you take your sweet time admiring the small bottles of citrus-scented shampoo and body wash provided by your accommodation.

As you step out with a whirl of steam like an evil villain out of a movie, you’re surprised to find a majority of the chocolates have disappeared from the platter and the culprit laying out his shirts on the bed nearest to the window. Jungkook looks between the four outfits laid out with serious thought, as if he had been invited to a fashion runway and needed to impress some modeling agencies. You quickly snatch up some chocolates as you head over to look at the clothing pieces yourself. Mouth full of creamy sweets, you pick up his oversized TOPMAN shirt and a pair of sweats. Pointing to the bathroom, you swallow thickly and command, “Shower so we can head out. I want some hotteok.”

He laughs, picking up the garments you chose and responding cheekily, “Out of all the foods I’ve talked about, it’s hotteok you’re excited for.”

Crossing your arms in defense, you give him a stern look as he marches into the bathroom himself. You focus on drying your hair, picking out your own outfit, and preparing a good argument for why hotteok sounded like the superior Korean food item. Trying to pick something impressive but not over-the-top was an added struggle after Jungkook had asked to film shots of you during the trip. At first you were against it, knowing you weren’t exactly an Instagram model and slightly camera-shy as well. However, he had promised you that he’d be focusing more on capturing the country scenery itself than trying to film you specifically. You gave him a punch in the abdomen when he added that you weren’t that much of a sight anyways, but you could tell that he already had a vision for his new film project. Especially since you had yet to really see or understand the work he embarked on in connection with his major, you felt that this was a good opportunity to help him out however you could. You had no clue regarding the types of filming techniques Jungkook loved to pour over in his spare time, studying the videos of filmmakers he admired on repeat while you receded to the Netflix shows you personally found far more engaging. You knew he would guide you through what he wanted, given that he was thorough and patient when it came to whatever he produced for the public. If you could assist in achieving his dreams, even if you might feel awkward doing it, it would be worth it.

You saw the way he used to zone out when the two of you passed by a merry couple on the way to your favorite ice cream parlor. You also quietly took note of him deleting folders of pictures of Yuna that were saved in his desktop when you peeked into his room a few weeks ago. It had been almost a year since he cried as you tried to hold his broken heart steady during the breakup. You remembered how he would seize up when he saw her in public, eyes wide in fright as his fight or flight response kicked into overdrive.

Your thoughts cause your grip to falter over the turtleneck sweater in your hands, remembering the forced smile you would plaster on as you pulled him away to a different café instead, remembering to never visit Serendipity Coffee on weekends ever again. The hurt he endured in spring left an emblazoned impression on you, as you spent summer worrying over his emotional condition. You knew he traveled during the past summer to keep his mind off things, and every time the two of you managed to meet up between his trips and your working shifts you would try your best to gauge his wellbeing. However, you knew that you hadn’t won any brownie points with him after coming home with a swollen cheek and a bleeding scratch under your eye the week after Jungkook had found out Yuna was cheating. Word had already gotten to him before you could make up an excuse for your injuries, and you had never seen him that angry before. He made you promise that you would never meet with Yuna again, especially not if you were going to pour a drink on her head and get into a subsequent cat fight. With your stubborn attitude, the air was tense around the two of you for a good few weeks before he acquiesced and apologized for his passionate reaction. It only took you calling Yuna a drowned rat for him to finally laugh and forgive you for the altercation. He admitted that he appreciated you attempting to defend him, but still forbade you from getting in harm’s way for him. You agreed to his terms, knowing that you’d taught Yuna a lesson she wouldn’t forget for a while anyways.

Remembering this increased your persistence in making this trip a memorable restart to 2019. You had wished for Jungkook to experience nothing but happiness and success in this new year, and although you hadn’t been the most good-willed, obedient individual in history, you hoped that the big man upstairs heard your prayer. Your best friend deserved it.

At dinner, you realize another reason you’re glad Jungkook is your best friend. The two of you could casually stuff your faces like starving teenagers when it came to good food. Unable to relate to girls that only ordered petite salads on dates, you piled up the slices of pork belly in your lettuce wrap. Allowing the ssam to finally enter your waiting mouth, you chew happily as you dance in your seat with chopsticks in hand. Charcoal fire made all the difference, and you had no idea how you were ever going to go back to using a gas stove in the States. You had no idea why Jungkook’s family would move out of Korea when he was a kid—it now seemed like a terrible choice to you.

The amount of orders you and Jungkook clear out at the AYCE BBQ place almost has the waitress crying in relief when you finally ask for the bill. Satisfied and warm, the cold winter air feels less harsh when you finally head outside. Thankful for the puffy down coat Jungkook recommended you purchase for the trip; you watch as soft powder begins to rain down from the sky. Painted against the dark expanse of the night, you try your best to catch some of the flakes on your tongue. Smacking your lips together as if enjoying a delicious treat, you flinch when you catch the sudden lens of Jungkook’s camera trained on your curious expression.

“Snow won’t taste like anything, silly.”

Used to directing your responses to his quips at your best friend’s brown eyes, you opt for glaring into his camera lens instead, knowing he could see your unamused expression. He laughs at this but doesn’t stop filming. Even though you feel a bit unsure of yourself, you do a few spins for your director before throwing up a peace sign with a wide grin. You wanted him to look back on this trip, this video, and remember it with nothing but happiness. He complains that you look super dorky, but you pay him no heed. You could tell he was saying that just to mess with you, given the amount of time he’s repeated that clip in the past few minutes just to “check the details”. Feeling a wave of confidence, you’re glad that your instincts turned into something he could use for his work.

You wanted to see the Han River, so the two of you paced the streets quickly towards that destination. Jungkook was practically your personal tour guide, so you dedicated most of your attention towards admiring as much of Seoul as you could. Thankful for him, you follow along contently until you could see the reflection of lights on water not far ahead.

As soon as you pull your hood down you can feel the cool breeze of the river against your cheeks. It was invigorating in a way, and you could feel yourself fall in love with this place. You feel yourself smiling, the motion likely a side effect of how much you were enjoying yourself. Despite it being the first evening here, this was your first real trip with Guk and the excitement of discovering new things alongside him was exhilarating.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook asks, as you’ve realized he’s recorded your little moment of self-reflection.

Brushing tendrils of hair out of your face, you simply give him, and by extension his camera, another smile as your answer. It wouldn’t fit you to be soft on the first day of an outing. Besides, if he knew how much you enjoyed his presence, he wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. Jungkook breaks off silently to film various shots, capturing a vision that perhaps only he could see. You watch him with amusement for a brief moment, before staring back out into the river again. The red and orange lights reflected on the water’s smooth surface were eye-catching, in a way that felt radiating yet peaceful. The sight helped you focus simply on breathing in the fresh winter air, coming to terms that you really were in South Korea for the first time. Adventure awaits.

“Hey Y/N, can you help me with something?”

Jungkook breaks you out of your reverie, bounding over to you in excitement before explaining a camera technique he wanted you to try. After you understood his choppy explanation, he tried his best to demonstrate what exactly you had to do.

“Okay so I’ll move the side of the lens and cover it at the same time?” you bite your lip in nervousness, hoping you didn’t sound like a dunce.

“Here,” he grabs your hand out of your pocket, earning a pout from you at the sudden loss of warmth.

Setting your fingers on the side of his lens, he held your fingers steady as he guided your hand gently over the lens while simultaneously moving the viewpoint of the camera to the left.

“Ah, so you want this to be a transition of sorts? Okay,” you happily comply, spending the rest of the evening helping him get this vlogging-type effect before demanding a reward for your efforts in the form of a freshly-made hotteok.

The next day, you’re able to finally see Gyeongbokgung Palace like you wanted. Even though it was a huge tourist attraction, you always had an interest in history and found the pictures of the architecture on Google simply amazing. Jungkook seems to feel indifferent about the expedition, claiming that there would be a lot of people—a possibility that it could grow quite crowded.

That did nothing to deter your enthusiasm, as you discover that dressing up in the traditional hanbok even meant that the entry would be free! Giddy with happiness, you even convince Jungkook to find himself something. He seems beyond embarrassed when he emerges in a royal blue hanbok from the rental place. You simply whistle in appreciation, your response only making him even more shy as he hurriedly nudged you out of the store.

His overly conscious body language quickly shifted as he began filming again, finding comfort in his hobby. He followed you as you entered the large doors of the palace grounds, catching the way you gasped upon seeing the people wearing beautiful colors and bright red accents painting the pillars around you. Every step you took on the rocky dirt felt important, as you wondered how people hundreds of years must have stepped over the same area.

A beautiful outdoor area with lush green grass and sleepy willows sat beyond the initial entrance to the historical monument, and you couldn’t help smiling at how grand and elegant everything seemed. Other tourists stroll past you, in high spirits as well from what you could tell. It was better than anything you could’ve dreamt up when you were sitting thousands of miles away on your laptop, researching “things to do in Korea”.

Spinning around to catch Jungkook off guard, you take the camera from his hands before saying, “Alright Director Jeon, it’s your turn.”

He sputters in confusion as you give him a friendly nudge forward, training the lens on him instead. Through the viewfinder, you could see the way he suddenly froze up as if he were a deer caught in headlights. You walk up to give him a jab in the belly that breaks him out of his stupor.

“Just be natural. It’s beautiful here, see if anything interests you,” you suggest, lowering the camera briefly to give him a reassuring smile.

“My subscribers would probably rather not see me,” he responded, timidly covering his ears as he talks. You caught this habit of his early in your friendship, easily understanding that he was being overly nervous again.

Giving him a deadpanned expression, you state, “I’ve watched one G.C.F. before you know. The comment section was filled with your fangirls thirsting for a face reveal. What better way than to have them see their oppa in his handsome hanbok?”

His hands leave his ears as you see a small smirk returning to his face, “Did you just call me handsome?”

“I called your hanbok handsome, bunny boy. Now look pretty for the camera.”

His banter with you seemed to relax his nerves greatly, as he quickly settles back into his confident self. Before you begin recording, he replicates the transition you had conducted the previous night. You realize that he would connect the two separate shots this way, so you served as the first subject that would transform into the second subject, Jungkook.

This guy never ceases to amaze you.

The rest of the tour was as stunning as the beginning, as you try your best not to trip over your beautifully embroidered skirt. The golden thread weaved into a multitude of chrysanthemums along the hem, a detail you deeply loved. The camera now stowed away into Jungkook’s bag, you head into the small gift shop located a few steps away from a beautiful moat on the palace grounds.

Admiring the stickers, keychains, and other little knick-knacks strewn about the store, you did your best to stick to the monetary limit you had set for yourself. Everything was so wonderfully crafted that it was difficult to stay under 15,000 won. You settle for a series of postcards with watercolor paintings of various areas of the palace on the front. They were only a few dollars in USD anyways, as you plan to decorate your room with them.

The end of exploring Gyeongbokgung left a sad yet fulfilling impression on your heart. As you hand the pieces of your hanbok to one of the girls working at the front desk of the rental store, you couldn’t help but run your fingers across the stitching again and sigh.

“If it means anything, you looked…nice in that,” Jungkook thinks about his words for a bit as the two of you trudge up the stairs to exit the shop.

With a single eyebrow raised, you turn to face him as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The longer you stare, the redder his cheeks become. This phenomenon only made you stare harder, much to his chagrin.

“Stop doing that. I’m only saying this because you looked like a sad puppy over that dress.”

Grinning mischievously, you respond with a playful tone, “I think Koo just complimented me! Wow, what a time to be alive. Truly I must have been a beautiful sight if his highness graces me with such kind words—hey where are you going?”

Even as you curse him for making you sprint to keep up him, you can’t help but laugh.

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only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter ten: you suck so passionately

A/N: hey everyone. i’m slowly trying to churn these out since i’m only two or so chapters ahead. so, i might not update for another couple days. that being said, i will be posting the first chapter of ‘twisted’ soon, so get ready for that. i’m also gonna be posting a playlist of all the chapter titles from this story.  feel free to request anything in the meantime.  hope you enjoy! :)

description of the story

taglist:  @ajosieface , @localsleeper , @julyrubyrose

trigger warning: fluff, cursing

word count: 1758

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I could feel the bed shift around me. I still had my eyes closed, not wanting to get up yet. I peaked open one eye. I could see the silhouette of a man, pulling jeans on. His back was to me.

Colby...

He grabbed the shirt off the chair in the corner and threw it on. I stretched slowly, pulling the covers off me. Colby turned to me.

"Did I wake you up?" He quietly asked.

I shook my head. "Not really. What time is it?"

"It's a little after eleven." He replied, grabbing his phone.

"And you're awake? Congratulations." I mumbled, smirking.

He chuckled. "Funny."

I pulled myself out of my bed. "Are you leaving right now?"

"Yeah. My uber's gonna be here in a minute or so." He nodded, slowly walking out of my room. I followed behind him.

We walked into the living room. Brennen, lounged on the couch, looked up and saw us.

"Hey cutie." Brennen commented.

"Are you saying that to me or Colby?" I sassed, resting my hands on my hips.

"...Both." He replied.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. I heard Colby's phone vibrate. He glanced down at it. "My ride's here."

"Okay. It was nice seeing you again." I mentioned, opening my arms and giving him a hug.

He squeezed me tight, swaying us. "I'll text you later." He whispered.

"Alright." I pulled away, smiling.

He waved at Brennen and opened the front door, leaving quickly.

"Is Casey here?" I asked, turning to Brennen.

He shook his head. "No, she left early this morning."

"She's probably at the gym. She likes to go super early if she has a lot on her mind." I stated, shrugging slightly.

"Can I be straight with you?" Brennen inquired.

"Sure?"

"Do you realize how much Colby likes you or are you playing hard to get?"

I cocked my head to the side. "What?"

"I'm serious." He deadpanned.

"Colby doesn't like me." I doubted, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, he does. I know him very well and even though he falls in love with every girl he meets, you seem a bit different." He pointed out, mimicking my stance.

"I highly doubt he likes me. We're just friends." I scoffed.

"For right now. Do you like him?" He teased, smirking.

I exhaled. "C'mon Brennen..."

"I just want to know. I won't tell him." He chuckled.

"I mean... I guess so." I answered.

Brennen queried. "Are you attracted to him?"

"Are you attracted to Casey?" I taunted.

His face twisted. "This isn't about me."

"Answer my question and I'll answer yours." I dared, uncrossing my arms.

After a moment, he responded. "Yes."

"Okay." I slowly started walking to the kitchen.

"Well is that an 'okay' to my answer or to my question?" He questioned, following me into the kitchen.

"Both?" I grinned.

I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge as he entered.

"Do you know if she likes me?" He mumbled, looking down towards the floor.

"Casey? I mean... I know she finds you hot." I admitted.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, everyone does. But how do I get her to like me more?"

"First and foremost, maybe stop flirting with me." I explained, shrugging.

"But I find it so fun." He teased, sitting on the counter.

"She doesn't. And Colby probably doesn't either if he apparently likes me." I insisted, taking a sip from my bottle.

He nodded his head. "Valid point. But if all else fails, you're still my future baby mama."

"No, I'm not." I groaned.

He moved on. "Oh by the way, the Trap House is throwing a party tomorrow."

I scrunched up my face. "You guys literally went to a party last night."

"That is true, however, it did end with us almost fighting a clout chaser." He recalled.

"I guess so." I agreed.

"Plus, a lot of the parties we've been to recently have kinda sucked. But the Trap House... they know how to throw a party." He smiled brightly.

The front door busted open, banging against the wall. "Brennen I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Casey's voice yelled out. She came rushing into the kitchen.

"Woah, woah, woah! What did I do?!" He sputtered, jumping off the counter.

"You know exactly what you did! Delete the tweets right now!" She shoved her finger at him, getting in his face.

"What tweets?" I asked.

She grunted. "You haven't seen them, have you?"

"No? What's going on?" I puzzled.

"Last night at the party, Brennen asked for my number and in my slightly tipsy state, I mistakenly gave it to him. He also asked for our instagrams so I gave them to him. And since your and mine's ats are the same on insta and twitter, he followed us on both." She explained, glaring at Brennen.

"Okay? And what's the problem?" I replied.

Brennen sighed, and slowly pulled his phone out. "Well I might have tweeted about Travis and what he said to you..."

He slowly showed me his phone. It was on his twitter, showing three tweets in a row from him at around one AM last night.

BrennenTaylor: TRAVIS MARCUS IS A BITCH

BrennenTaylor: what fuckin loserr has to make fun of girls and film it to feel good about themselves??? @travismarcus

BrennenTaylor: @skyebennett is fucking GORGEOUS and @travismarcus is an asshole for calling her fat. what are u 12?

It took a moment for the words to click in my head. "Brennen..." I sighed, covering my eyes.

"Look I'm sorry! I was drunk and pissed off. I wrote them when I was in the uber on the way over here. I forgot I even wrote them to be honest." He apologized, pulling his phone away from me.

"What are people saying... about me?" I questioned.

"Everyone's being really nice honestly. But Brennen shouldn't of at-ed you in the first place." Casey sneered, slapping Brennen's arm lightly.

"Has Travis said anything?" I mumbled.

"No. But he did DM me asking me to take the tweets down 'cause he heard this is gonna go on Messy Monday soon." Brennen pointed out.

"That's gonna make the situation so much worse." I grumbled, resting my back against the counter.

"I know you probably don't want attention, but people need to know he's a dick." Brennen sighed again, continuing. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I'll take them down if you want me to."

I shook my head. "No it's fine."

We all stood around awkwardly for a moment. I could tell Brennen was uncomfortable and Casey was still pretty pissed. "I'll be right back." I uttered, leaving the kitchen quickly.

I could hear Casey and Brennen bicker as I went to my room to get my phone. I hadn't even thought to look at it this morning. I grabbed it and turned it on. Multiple notifications popped up. I went to Youtube first.

I had gained about 500 new subscribers.

Oh... I guess that's nice.

I then went to Instagram. I had many request messages. And from scrolling through some, I could tell most people felt bad for me. Some, who were fans of Travis, were not so empathetic. Finally going to twitter, I saw extreme amounts of positive messages. There was a hashtag started - #travismarcusisoverparty. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

This doesn't even feel real at this point.

I scrolled through my dms to see I had a message from Travis himself.

Travis: please tell Brennen to take down the tweets. Things are getting out of hand. I apologize for what I said.

I rolled my eyes but replied to the message anyway.

Skye: I can't force him to take it down. That's up to him. Thank you for apologizing, but you shouldn't have said what you said in the first place. You're too old to be making fun of people like that.

"Hey Skye?" I heard Brennen voice call to me.

I looked up to see him standing in my doorway. "Yeah?"

"I'm gonna be heading out. I gotta go feed Kobe and go workout. Also if I don't leave soon, Casey's gonna murder me." He stated.

I chuckled. "Okay. Give me a hug goodbye."

He smiled sadly, walking over to me and embracing me. He pulled away, keeping me in his arms. "I'm really sorry I brought you into this dumb drama."

"It's okay. I don't mind what you said. And I mean besides, Travis was gonna get his comeuppance at some point. It just happened to deal with me too." I shrugged.

He cocked his head to the side, smirking. "Comeuppance?"

"What?" I asked.

"Do they use words like that in college? I wouldn't know obviously..." He trailed off, slowly backing away from me.

I groaned. "Oh my God, get out of my house."

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going." He mimicked back, waving. "I'll text you later!"

"See ya!" I yelled back, grabbing my phone.

Just as I heard the front door close, I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down, seeing a new message from Colby.

Colby: forgot to tell u but i'm throwing a party tomorrow. do u wanna come???

I smiled, opening the message and responding.

Skye: Brennen already told me about it. And yeah I'm down 😊

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed some clothes for the day. I heard my phone vibrate again.

Colby: i know this is sudden, but would u want to film a video w me?

Wait what?

Skye: uh yeah. what did you have in mind?

I sat on my bed, waiting for him to reply. I could see he was typing out his message.

Colby: i was thinking like a q&a with a fan or something else if u have a better idea

I couldn't believe this was happening. He actually wanted to film a video with me...

Maybe Brennen wasn't lying about him like me after all.

Skye: no I like that idea! when did you want to film it?

I started to get dress, needing to do something to pass the time in between Colby texting me.

*buzz buzz*

Colby: before the party tomorrow, if that's good for you.

I bit my lip staring down at my phone. I almost couldn't contain my excitement.

Skye: sounds great! lmk when you want me to come over tomorrow then

I placed my phone down, and then slowly laid down on my bed. I glanced up at the ceiling.

Why do I think this party tomorrow is gonna change my life?

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I do love you Pt 16

I hope you like this part! I changed my tags so hopefully I pleased the annoyed anons. I’m estimating 2-3 more parts of this story... Thank you for all the love.  

TIME SKIP

END OF JULY

I was laying in bed going through my comments and DM’s everyone was asking about why I was in finland with Kappy and why I wasn’t wearing my ring anymore. I rolled over and saw Kappy was still sleeping. I smiled at his messy hair and decided to make an announcement.

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Hazy_Dawn: please read! @kasperikapanen1 💙

KasperiKapanen1: I love you 💙

I posted the pictures and got up to shower because Kappy said he wanted to have a “family” day which usually consisted of him, Parker and I walking around town just spending some quality time together. By the time I was out of the shower Kappy and Parker were already awake. Kappy was shirtless but had on a pair of shorts and he was getting Parker dressed.

“I just have to get dressed and I’ll be ready” I said walking into the closet. I walked out in jean shorts and a crop top. I was getting Parkers diaper bag ready when Kappy walked into the bedroom.

“The guys are asking about your insta post. Apparently Auston is mad that you posted it.”

“Well, people were asking. And they deserved to know. But if you want me to delete it I will” I said looking up to meet his gaze. He bent down and attached his lips to my own.

“I love you and I’m not trying to hide you. Keep the post up” he said grabbing the bag and Parker up off of the bed.

We had been walking around and shopping at the small shops all day. It was almost dinner time and Parker was getting fussy. “Hey, let’s stop here and then we can go get dinner. Kappy said walking towards the store. The store said that strollers weren’t allowed in so he walked to the front to grab Parker.

“I need to grab my wallet from the bottom can you hold him?” he asked handing Parker to me. I felt something poking against my shoulder and when I looked Parker was holding a ring. I looked back to Kappy and he was already on one knee. “Hazy, I know we haven’t been together for long, but we work. We are such a good team and I couldn’t do it without you. I love you so so much and I want to spend the rest my life knowing you and Parker are by my side. So Hazy, will you marry me?” There was tears falling down my cheeks and I struggled to answer.

“Oh.. my god. Of course” I smiled as Kappy stood up and took the ring out of Parkers grasp and slid it on my ring finger. He pulled me into a kiss and I could taste the tears on my lips. “I love you Kappy”

“I love you too Hazy”

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TIME SKIP MID SEPTEMBER

Kappy, Parker and I were back in Toronto and were loving it. The wedding was next week and we were almost done with everything. Kappy and I decided on not having a big wedding and planned it fast. Tonight was Kappy and I’s bachelorette and Bachelor parties and I was hoping Kappy wouldn’t ask who was watching Parker. Ema was in town and hadn’t seen Parker in months. I was supposed to being Parker over to Austons apartment so her and Brian could watch him. Kappy and Auston were on good terms but Kappy was always super protective with Parker. I was packing Parkers overnight bag when Kappy walked into the bedroom.

“So who’s watching him” he asked. I groaned to myself and turned around to face him.

“Okay well. Ema and Brian are taking him tonight and I’m supposed to pick him up tomorrow morning” I said looking at him trying to gauge his reaction from his facial expressions.

“Why are they taking him?”

“Because they miss him, Kas” I muttered as I stood up and pulled him in for a hug. “They were there for his birth they’re essentially his grandparents”

“Fine” Kappy muttered into my neck.

“I love you” I said pulling away so I could kiss him.

“I love you too”

I had dropped Parker off and was on my way to Steph and Mitch’s apartment where my party was supposed to start. As soon as I walked in I was smothered in hugs and a white “Bride to be” sash was covering my shoulders.

We had been bar hopping all night and were finally on our way back to Steph and Mitch’s. When we walked in all the lights were off except one. I looked into the kitchen and saw Auston sitting at the counter. This was the first time I had seen him since he left for Arizona. I felt my heart swell when I looked at him but I knew it shouldn’t. All the girls walked in behind me but when they saw who I was looking at they all retreated to the guest rooms and bathroom to give us some privacy.

“What are you doing here, Auston?” I muttered opening a bottle of water I had grabbed from the fridge. My hands were shaking and I didn’t know why. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Kappy’s party? You’re one of the groomsmen” I said looking up at him. The dull light coming from above the stove glowed from behind him. It was just bright enough for me to see that he had been growing out his facial hair. And his hair was longer it was curling out above his ears, I’m assuming from wearing his helmet and hats.

“I couldn’t let you get married without telling you this. I know we ended on bad terms and I know you weren’t cheating on me. But I miss you and Parker. Our apartment is empty. I miss hearing you and Parker giggling in the living room when you let me sleep in. I miss waking up to you in my arms and having to push your hair out of the way to see your face. I love you with all my heart and seeing you with him is crushing me but I want you and Parker to be happy and if that means you with Kappy I won’t say anything ever again” there were tears falling down my cheeks at a rate I couldn’t control.

“Auston, you’re too late. I love Kappy and him and Parker are great. I can’t just up and leave”

“Tell me you want to marry him and I’ll never say anything about this again”

“I’m pregnant Auston” I felt more tears fall from my eyes. I hadn’t told anyone yet.

“But why were you drinking?”

“I wasn’t I was drinking soda all night” I said trying to wipe all the tears away.

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Hazy. Do you want to marry him?”

“Yes Auston I want to marry him” I breathed looking down at the ground so I wouldn’t have to look at his eyes.

“Okay, good luck” He said leaning down to kiss my head. He walked towards the door not looking back. He opened the door and walked out. I felt the tears start again as I walked towards Stephs room. I slipped out of my white outfit and into a pair of shorts and one of Mitch’s shirts and laid beside Steph.

“What did he want?” she whispered rolling onto her side. I took a deep breath trying to decide if I wanted to tell her the truth or not.

“He just wanted to know how P was doing” I said with a laugh trying to pull off the lie.

“Oh… well, are you ready to get married next week?” she slurred.

“I can’t wait”

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Let’s Start Living Dangerously

Title: Let’s Start Living Dangerously

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen/Lewis Hamilton

Rating: Explicit

Word Count; ~5.2k

Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Sexting gone wrong, Dom/sub Undertones, Singapore Grand Prix 2018, Spitroasting

Summary: This couldn’t be meant for him, right? Why the fuck would Max Verstappen be sending him nudes?

Or, the Max/Daniel/Lewis threesome no one asked for.

A/N:   Uhh, so I really have no excuse for this. Max and Lewis were just very giggly during the post race press conference in Singapore and my hand slipped and this happened. Enjoy 5.2k of threesome smut :P

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He's just scrolling through his instagram feed, finally having some time to relax after a busy day of press duties before the race weekend really kicks off, when he sees a notification pop up. Max Verstappen has sent you a message the whatsapp notification says. He frowns at his phone, he barely spoke to Max in real life, for a long time he was just this guy, let alone talk to him over the phone. Which just makes him all the more curious, so he clicks on the notification quickly. What he sees then is not what he expected at all. Max is lying almost naked on a bed, with one hand fisting his hard cock through his boxers,  the tip of it just poking out, bright red against the white of his Calvin Kleins.

This couldn’t be meant for him, right? Why the fuck would Max Verstappen be sending him nudes? And before he can think harder on the why, the picture is gone, message deleted now replacing it. The picture is already saved to his phone though.

Too late. Is all he sends back.

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“Shit, shit, shit,” he curses once he realises the mistake he's just made. The name Hamilton blinking up at him at the top of the screen instead on Daniel . He unwraps his hand from around his cock and quickly taps on the picture he just send to Lewis fucking Hamilton, hitting the delete button just as quick.

How could he have been so stupid, he never even really talked to Lewis on whatsapp.  He’d just accidentally hit his chat window earlier when he went to ask Brendon something about the drivers parade on Sunday, their surnames making them appear next to each other in his phone. Still the chat window had been the first one on his list instead of Daniel's like usual.

But surely Lewis hadn’t seen it yet, right? He’d been so quick. But then he sees the words Hamilton is typing pop up at the top of the chat, his phone buzzing with a message not long after.

Too late.

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He drives the qualifying lap of his life, getting pole on a track were the Mercedes' were already written off. He’s answering Martin’s questions, adrenaline running wild through his veins when he sees the young man in the corner of his eye. Max is a sweaty mess like himself, but there's a happy grin on his face, his lap amazing as well. Their eyes meet and for a split second he sees worry in those blue eyes, but then Max is biting at his lip a teasing twinkle in his eyes. Oh this was gonna get interesting.

Last night he hadn’t been able to stop himself from looking at the picture again. He tried telling himself he was just being careful making sure he didn’t have nudes, nudes from another guy, saved to his camera roll. His thumb had never hit the delete button though, eyes falling instead to the taut frame of the Dutchman. His abs on full display as a happy trail directed his eyes to where Max has a strong hand wrapped around himself, white boxers not leaving too much to the imagination.

With the look Max just sent him the image is brought back to the forefront of his mind, his eyes lingering on Max’s back as both of them are dragged away to their own garages. The lights of the garage are bright like all around the track and people are patting his back, jostling him around as they celebrate pole position, but his mind is elsewhere. It’s on pale skin and strong hands, on tight underwear and the outline of a long hard cock.

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He climbs out of the car, exhausted and overwhelmed, but also feeling amazing. He doesn’t know how he drove a lap like that with a car that’s been giving him so many difficulties this weekend but he did, somehow. He’s waiting for the microphone to turn to him when he feels Lewis’ eyes on him. There’s something in the gaze that makes him worry at first, remembering the compromising position he’s sure Lewis had seen him in on Thursday. But he doesn’t find disgust or anything like that, no there’s curiosity in those eyes, intrigue, a hint of lust, so instead of biting his lip in worry he bites down on it with a twinkle in his eye, this could be fun.

He’s swept away from the grid quickly, pushed in the direction of the press circle. He’d rather have another one of those ice baths, but the horde of microphones is already waiting for him and for once he has a great qualifying to talk about so he goes where he’s directed.

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He wins, it’s a boring race for the most part, but he wins and that’s what counts. And it wouldn’t be Singapore if it wasn’t fucking exhausting. The adrenaline in his blood is fighting hard though, making his leg bounce and a megawatt grin stick to his face. He sees Max get out of the car, the other man putting in a good fight, actually making his adrenaline spike for a bit when he got close through the traffic.

It’s when he takes his helmet off that he can’t stop his eyes from lingering. A two hour race in the Singapore heat should have made him look anything but like he does right now. Sure he’s a sweaty mess like all of them are, but he’s glowing, radiating off happiness and just looking all together amazing.

There’s questions and then anthems are being played and before he knows it he’s hit by the spray of Max’s champagne bottle as soon the music starts playing. Sebastian is off to the side drinking his instead, not really joining in on the celebrations, but him and Max are just acting like big kids. The champagne stings in his eyes, but he can’t wipe the grin from his face. As he wipes the sticky liquid away from his face and they line up for the pictures he’s very much aware of Max’s body beside him. Of the way the muscles of his back feel through his race suit, the way he smells of sweat and champagne and how the smile on his face makes him look both younger and older at once.  

The press conference is something else, he won the race yet most of the questions are for Sebastian. Bored, he feels the energy draining from his body slowly and he tries to keep himself hyped. He’s bouncing in his chair by the end of it, him and Max chatting through a lot of it. About the race mostly. Until he nearly chokes on his drink at Max’s next words. Max is actually covering up his mic, instead of just relying on the tech people to cut the audio, when he says it. “ Let’s celebrate, come to my room tonight.”

He coughs against the stinging of his drink going down the wrong way and looks over at Max with wide eyes, but the younger man is just looking out at the room again, face blank. He can’t stop thinking about those words for the rest of the conference. Come to my room tonight. What did he mean? Images of what could possible be happening in Max’s room later run through his mind, none of them safe for work and he was still very much at work right now.    

An interviewer actually asks him something then and he has to concentrate very hard on the words spoken to him, because as he risks another look at Max, Max raises his eyebrows just a little, eyes filled with heat.

As they leave the room, Max runs up to him, pats his back and then gives him one of those bro hugs. It all happens so fast, he barely has time to blink as he breathes in Max’s scent and feels a piece of paper slip into his hand. He’s gone just as quickly, already chatting to his press handler as all of them head towards the press circle. He looks down at his hand then and slowly unfolds the note, I’m in room 305, is all it says. He clenches his eyes shut, fuck this was really happening wasn’t it?

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He’s had a few beers with the crew after the race to celebrate his win. The buzz of alcohol is humming through his veins as he makes his way up to Max’s room. He’s got the note clutched tightly in his hands as he waits for the elevator to bring him to the third floor, two floors down from his own room. 305, 305, 305 he reminds himself as he walks through the corridor checking the numbers until he finds it. He shoves the note in his pocket and knocks on the door, foot tapping away as he waits, not sure what to feel right now.  

The door finally opens, but it’s Ricciardo’s beaming smile that greets him instead of Max.

“Oh uhm, hi Daniel, I thought this was Max’s room?” Lewis says unsure. His hand twitches to try and get the slip of paper with the room number from his pocket just to double check, when Dan speaks up.

“Oh yeah it is, come in we’ve been waiting.”

“We?” He'd heard rumours about Max and Daniel for sure but he'd never really thought about it too much. After all there had been rumours about him and Nico as well and those weren’t true, so why would these be? He'd figured the selfie Max had accidentally sent him was for a girlfriend, but thinking about it now he should have probably realised the rumours were true. That the jokes they made about it were the perfect cover.

“Shit Max, did you not tell him?” Dan asks as they walk in the room, the small hallway stopping him from seeing Max just yet. Now that he takes Daniel in a bit better he can see the outline of Daniel's cock through his shorts and so he shouldn’t be surprised by Max’s state of undress, as he rounds the corner, yet he can’t stop his eyes from widening as he takes in the man lying on the bed.

“Shit man,” he breathes out. He hadn't really known what he'd be getting himself into tonight. Wondered whether Max had just been fucking with him. It didn't look like Max was just fucking with him right now, his hand tightly wrapped around himself, without the layer of his boxers covering him this time. And he doesn’t know where to look, eyes finding a random spot on the wall just to be safe.

“Max, you didn’t tell him?” Dan asks again.

“I figured he’d know,” Max shrugs.

Lewis shakes his head at that, the other man talking so casual when he’s lying there stark naked. “All you said was come to my room tonight, how should I have known?”

“We’re kind of a package deal these days,” Dan laughs. He just looks over at Daniel blankly.

“Oh come on Lewis!” Had he really been so oblivious? He’d been a little preoccupied with trying to win another championship he tells himself, before telling them the same.

“Good enough excuse I guess,” Max shrugs, “You’re still up for it though?”

And he bites his lip, gives it all of 2 seconds to think over, before he shrugs. “Guess I just got a two for one deal.”

And Daniel laughs a little to hard at that, his nerves showing a little. Max makes doesn’t show any nerves though when he shuffles over to the edge of the bed on his knees. He beckons Lewis over towards him, smirk on his face.  

“Aren’t those the best kind of deals?” Max laughs as he twists his fingers into Lewis’ shirt, pulls him even closer and leans in slowly. His eyes fall to Max’s lips, plump with a badly grown beard surrounding them. He runs his tongue over his own lips, wets them quickly as Max leans closer and closer until finally their lips meet.

Max kisses fierce, teeth nipping at Lewis’ lips until he opens up for him and he can’t stop the groan from falling from his lips as Max’s tongue touches his own. Soft but persistent as he fucks his way into Lewis’ mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Daniel almost whispers in awe, from behind them.

Max pulls back a little, glances over at Dan with a cheeky grin on his face. He radiates confidence as his fingers find the hem of Lewis’ black t-shirt. He’s the only one naked, but it looks like he wants to change that as he starts pulling up his shirt. It’s pulled over his head and thrown off into a corner of the room quickly, Max’s fingers searing hot against his skin.

He feels another pair of hands on his body then, running up his sides until they rest on his shoulders. They squeeze down as he feels Daniel’s body press up against his back, the outline of his hard cock pressing into his arse. “What do you wanna do?”

And he honestly has no idea, there’d been so many fantasies running through his mind but they’d just been with Max, he’s got another man to include in them now. So he ends up just shrugging, a bit of a confused sound leaving his lips as he does so.

“Come on, you’ve been thinking about it haven’t you? Do you want him to suck you off? Come all over that pretty face of his? Do you wanna fuck him? Or maybe you want him to fuck you?” Daniel purrs into his ear.

He shakes his head, flashes of all those scenarios playing through his head now. He can already see those lips wrapped around him, swollen raw as he fucks into his mouth. Can see Max underneath him as he fucks into him hard, can see him bouncing on his cock as he rides him. He gives the last scenario a few seconds to consider, Max’s body looming over him as he fucks him, but then quickly shakes the idea from his mind. He doesn’t think that’s something for tonight.

“What about you?” Lewis asks once he realises Daniel hadn’t included himself in any of those scenarios.

“You’re the winner, so you’re the boss tonight. I guess you could fuck me as well,” Daniel says with a shrug, his strong body still pressed against his back, radiating heat into his skin. And he considers it, thinks about how good Daniel would look underneath him as well. The thing is though he’d come here thinking it would just be Max, so the idea of fucking Max is what’s sticking to his brain.

“No,” he says with another shake of his head, then continues with determination. “I want to fuck him. I want to fuck him, but first I want him to suck me off.”

“Good choice,” Daniel breathes into his ear. And when he looks back at Max, his pupils are blown wide, lip caught between his teeth. He thumbs it loose before leaning down ever so slightly, Max’s position on the bed actually giving Lewis a tiny bit of a height advantage.

They kiss slowly, tongues dragging against each other languidly. There’s less resistance from Max this time, the other man letting him take the lead now. He dragging his tongue over the roof of Max’s mouth slowly when he feels Daniel’s hands shift and find his belt buckle. He works it free from his belt loops quickly, fingers popping open the buttons of his jeans with practiced ease then. As soon as they’re undone Dan’s hand finds its way into his boxers just as easily.

Yeah, he’s definitely done this before. Can see him working open Max’s jeans over and over again until it’s become routine. His hand sneaking it’s way past another pair of Calvin Kleins to find that cock already hard for him.

His own cock twitches as Dan’s fingers wrap around him, stroking him until he’s hard as a rock, hips bucking up for more. Dan’s other hand is pushing his jeans and pants down then, the belt clanking loudly against the floor as they fall down.

“Max, be a good boy and suck Lewis off yeah.”

He blinks at the look in Max’s eyes then, eyes clouded with lust as he nods slowly at Daniel’s command. He hadn’t expected this dynamic between them, the younger man always so feisty in public. An air of confidence following him like it had earlier, but it’s like a switch has been turned as he let’s the command wash over him.

He’s down on his hands and knees then, strong hand wrapping around the base of his cock as his tongue flicks out over the head. Lewis hisses in a breath then, body trying to move even closer. The heat of Max’s mouth is a shock as it surrounds him, drawing a groan from between clenched teeth.

He looks down at where Max’s lips are wrapped around him and it looks so much better than it did in his head. Max’s hair falls down over his forehead in soft tufts, his eyes closed as he sucks down around him.

He feels Max swallow around him before he starts sinking down over him. Further and further until he hits the back of his throat. He swallows again, gagging a little and a ridiculous sound leaves Lewis’ throat, the tight heat almost making him come already.  

Max draws back then, licking at the head as he goes. “Fuck you’re big,” he groans, voice raw.

And he really can’t wait any longer. He pulls Max back up, pressing a hard kiss against his lips and then starts pushing him backwards until his back hits the bed. He steps away from the heat of Daniel’s body, spares him a quick glance but then pushes himself onto the bed at Daniel’s nod.

He runs his hands down Max’s body, feels the muscles ripple underneath his touch. He wraps his fingers around his still very hard cock, gives it a few strokes and then starts moving his hand even further down.

“I’m good,” Max says stopping his hand from where it was going. He sends him a questioning look. “You took a long time to get here.”      

And as his hand continues on its path anyway he finds Max’s hole slick already, two fingers slipping in easily.

Max gasps as his fingers breach him, moaning as he fucks them in a few times. But then he sits up, his hands pushing at Lewis’ shoulders as that fire from before returns. He keeps pushing until Lewis is on his back instead. Max reaches for the strip on condoms on the bedside table, tears one off and bites into the foil to open it up.

It’s rolled down over his cock in a quick move and then Max is leaning over him, muscular thighs on either side of him. He sinks down over him slowly, tight heat engulfing him inch by inch. He groans out at the feeling and barely has time to take it in before Max starts moving, pace picking up speed quickly.

His breathing quickens as Max keeps bouncing on his cock, his nails digging into Lewis’ chest. He feels him tense all of a sudden, a long drawn out moan falling from his lips as pleasure shoots through his body. Max keeps going like that then, the angle making Lewis hit his prostate each time.

And for the second time in a frankly too short a time he feels like he’s gonna come again. He bites down on his lip hard, biting pain enough to distract him from coming for now. His hands fall onto Max’s hips to still his movement, the man blinking down at him in confusion.

Lewis is pushing himself up then, his arms wrapping around Max’s waist as he rearranges them until Max’s back is pressed into the foot of the bed. And he’s about to push back in when all of a sudden Daniel’s voice breaks through.

“Not like that.”

He’d almost forgotten the other man was still there, too focussed on the young man bouncing on his cock. He glances up at where Daniel is sat on the armchair in the corner of the room, perfect view of the bed. He can’t really read the expression there, something possessive maybe? He sees Daniel’s gaze flick down to where Max is looking at him, upside down, but they somehow still manage to have a full conversation just with their eyes. He sees Max nod before he starts moving underneath him, twisting around until he’s on his front. Oh, not like that.

Once Max has twisted himself around and pushed himself up onto his elbows and knees Lewis looks back at Daniel, sees him nod slowly, hand working over himself just as slow. He pushes forward then, pulls Max’s hips just so and then presses back in, delighting in the groan that falls from Max’s lips at the movement.

They’re faced directly towards Daniel now, Max holding onto the edge of the bed to stop himself from getting pushed off by each of his thrusts. Daniel’s gaze is heated as it meets Lewis, hand working over himself at the same speed he pushes into Max. It flicks down then, focuses in on his boyfriend. On the way his fingers are turning white from clenching around the sheets, the way his mouth falls open wide each time Lewis hits his prostate. On the way he looks up at Daniel almost wanton, lust swirling in those blue eyes.

He keeps up a steady pace, feels himself getting closer slowly when he sees Daniel move from the chair. His shorts fall down easily as he stands up and steps out of them, moving towards the bed. Lewis feels himself slow down, waiting on Daniel’s next move.

“Keep going,” Daniel says with a nod, before looking down at Max. He runs a gentle hand over Max’s face, softly works his bottom lip loose from where he’s biting on it. Another brush of his thumb over his lips before he lets it slip in between them. And Lewis is transfixed by them, the way they are together, speaking a thousand words with their eyes alone. He thrusts forward again and groans at the way Max’s moan sounds around Daniel’s thumb pressed into his mouth.

And he knows what will happen next, before Daniel even makes a move to pull his thumb back from where Max is sucking on it. He does exactly that then, Max whining as the digit slips from his mouth. He doesn’t have to wait long though, because Daniel is already gripping at his cock, pushing it towards Max’s face instead.

The man underneath him doesn’t need to be told what to do, mouth waiting eagerly as Daniel pushes into it. And the way Max’s moans sound around Daniel’s cock is even better than before, sound garbled and guttural.

Daniel starts thrusting forward then, in time with Lewis. Groans fill the room as he meets Dan’s eyes once more, pupils blown wide, but there’s a smirk playing on his lips. Because he knows, he knows that even though he isn’t the one actually fucking Max he’s got the command of the room. Knows that Max will do as he says, will listen to Daniel and not Lewis. And he knows Lewis will only follow his lead, would listen to him if he told him to stop right now. He doesn’t though, just flicks his eyes back down to Max, wipes away some sweaty hair from his forehead and then buries his fingers into the locks instead.    

It’s Daniel that sets the pace then, pushing in in quick bursts that Lewis mimics. And he feels himself really getting close now, the sounds of the two of them and the smell of sex in the air only making the pleasure from the tight heat around his cock more intense.

“Close,” he groans out in warning. He follows Dan’s eyes as they meet his again, silently asks for permission and then Daniel simply nods.  

It only takes a few more thrusts, hips picking up speed as he works himself towards his release. Heat swirling in his stomach as his movements turn sloppy, body needing the release. And with a loud shit he buries himself deep in Max one last time, filling the condom. He fucks into him in a few more aborted thrusts before he pulls out slowly, ties the condom off and falls back onto the mattress, body still twitching but sated.

He blinks slowly, eyes focussing back in on the other two men in the room. Daniel’s head is thrown back in bliss as he continues fucking himself into Max’s mouth. He sees Dan’s fingers tightening in Max’s hair, thighs trembling as he gets close. He doesn’t give any sort of warning, but Max sucks him down more greedily, so in tune with Daniel’s needs. It’s only a few strokes later that Daniel comes with a shout, Max drinking down every last drop of him. Licking his lips for good measure as Dan pulls out.

Daniel sits down on the bed, takes a few steadying breaths and then his hands are back on Max, pulling him upright. Their lips meets easily, Daniel groaning as he tastes himself on Max’s tongue. He manoeuvres them around until Max is lying on his back, cock falling heavily against his stomach.

Dan wraps his hand around Max at the same time he says “Kiss him.” And Lewis has to take a second to take in what he’s saying, eyes transfixed once more on the the display in front of him. Max’s cock is red from holding out so long, balls drawn tight as Daniel moves his hand over him.

He slowly drags his eyes away from it, letting them fall instead on Max’s plump lips. Kiss him, Daniel had said. He gently places his hand on Max’s cheek, turns the other man’s gaze away from Daniel and leans down until their lips meet once more.

He tastes different from before, Dan’s cock and cum lingering on his tongue and Lewis laps it up greedily. Max kisses back fierce, biting at his lips until Daniel twists his hand just so and he’s gasping into his mouth instead.

The sound Dan’s hand makes as he strokes Max to his release is starting to sound obscene, pre-come slickening his movements. Max is biting back quick gasps of air, body taut, hands clenched into the sheets tight. And is in absolute awe of him as he realises what he’s doing, how he’s trying so hard not to come. Not until Daniel tells him to.  

He feels Dan’s gaze on him then, drawing his attention away from where Max is biting at his lip hard. Dan cocks his head then, a question playing in his eyes. A question he doesn’t really understand until the other man raises an eyebrow, daring him to tell Max what to do next.

“Come Max,” he dares, intrigued to see what Max will do.

The Dutchman’s eyes blink open slowly and his eyes are begging for release, but his head shakes no. He hisses another gasp of air into his mouth as Dan twists his hand around the head of his cock tight, eyes clenched shut once more as he waits. Waits and fights off his impending orgasms as best as he can.  

It takes three more torturous strokes before those two magic words fall from Daniel’s lips. “Come Max.”

And he does, almost violently. His body drawn taut, back lifted from the bed as a sob falls from his lips. It feels like he keeps coming and coming, chest heaving as pearly drops of come splatter onto it.

It takes a long while before Max blinks open his eyes again, gaze a little dazed as he takes in the two men next to him. Daniel’s moved over to lie down on his right side, Lewis still raised on his elbow as he looks down on him from the left.

“Damn,” Max breathes out, voice sex rough, before cuddling into Daniel’s chest.

Both him and Daniel chuckle, damn indeed. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling a little out of place now that everyone has gotten their release. He looks over at the two of them, Daniel is running a soft hand through Max’s hair as he presses a quick kiss against the lips he was kissing just a few moments ago. Daniel’s laughing softly as he tries to untangle himself from the younger man, Max clinging onto him with a soft whine.

“Come on babe, I’ll be back in just a second.”

He finally manages to untangle himself, rolls his eyes as they meet Lewis’ and then walks over to the little bathroom. Max follows Daniel with his eyes until he’s disappeared and then sits up, reaches for his phone and starts scrolling through his messages as if he hadn’t just had a threesome.  

Daniel rolls his eyes as he walks back into the room, wet cloth in hand. “I swear it’s like that thing is superglued to his fingers.”

“Shut up,” Max says without removing his eyes away from the screen.

Dan shakes his head with a sigh and throws the cloth at Max’s face. Max spluttering as it hits him. He sends a glare at his boyfriend before he gives himself a cursory wipe down with the cloth. His cock has gone soft now, rosy instead of bright red as it lies against pale skin. His eyes are drawn away then by the sound of Daniel rummaging through the mini bar.

“Yes!” He hears the Australian cheer as he draws a small bottle of champagne from the fridge. He starts untangling the foil from around the top quickly, popping the cork with a grin. He sees Max shake his head beside him.

“What? I didn’t get to have any yet today like the two of you,” Daniel says with an exaggerated pout, before taking a big gulp of the golden liquid. He shuffles back over to the bed and lets himself fall in between Max and Lewis, handing the bottle over to him.

He takes a sip, the liquid tasting far from the expensive champagne they waste on the podiums but it’ll do.

“Well that was an interesting way to celebrate a win,” he laughs.

“Good though right?” Max asks with a wink.

“Yeah,” he says with a shake of his head, before handing the bottle over to Max. He doesn’t really know what will happen next, but he hasn’t been kicked out of the room yet so he guesses that’s a good sign.

He sees Daniel trying to get the champagne bottle from Max, the younger man holding it away from him with a grin. And Lewis swears all he did was blink and all of a sudden Max is straddling Daniel’s hips, bottle of champagne still held away from the Australian’s reach. Max sends him a dangerous look then, a smirk playing on his lips as he starts to tip the bottle over slowly. Daniel gasps as the liquid hit his chest and runs down his torso slowly.

“Want some more champagne Lewis?” Max asks, smirk still playing on his lips.

Oh this night was far from over.  

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[bebecue]

Black Bean Noodles (III)

Part 1 | Part 2

Original request:  “Can I request a scenario where you have a crush on Jooheon but he doesn’t know and he likes you back? […] you think he’s in a relationship but he [isn’t]? Thanks! x Love your writing.”

A/N: Final part, whew! I hope you guys like it :) I was supposed to post it up earlier but I fell asleep lol. I know some of you have been anticipating this, so I hope it’s worth the wait!

Warning: There are a few swear words (I got carried away lol???) So this is maybe rated PG? (idk how content/age ratings work)

Jooheon | Fluff | 2272 words (wow)

You bite your lower lip as you place your phone face down onto your desk. Jooheon had sent through a text message.

Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Another time!

It is the third time this week that he’s cancelled on you. Ever since you had asked him about his relationship status, he had started acting weird around you. His texts were sparse, his nightly visits had become more infrequent. Even when the two of you did manage to eat dinner together, the conversation between the two of you felt uncomfortable and somewhat forced. You’d see him walking around the building sometimes, and you would try to greet him, but he’d always run off before you could even come within ten feet of him, yelling some excuse about dance practice or doing a recording.  He is actively avoiding you and you are pretty sure that he is hiding something. You are starting to miss him, and you almost wish you hadn’t said anything in the first place. Maybe bringing up Jisoo was also a bad idea. You cringe as you’re reminded of the dialogue between the two of you that night. You tell yourself that if he wanted to keep that part of his life private, then you’ll stay out of it.

All right, you think to yourself. I won’t force anything. I’ll give him some space. 

You pick up the receiver of your phone and start to dial a familiar number, your fingers moving around the keypad automatically. “Yes, hello? Black bean noodles, for one please.”

“Holy shit,” your co-worker breathes, his eyes glued to your PC screen.

You can say that again, you think to yourself.

You are sitting at your desk, joined by three of your co-workers, all of you gaping at an email on your screen. The subject line reads ‘EMERGENCY MEETING!! 5 MINUTES!!’ There are several images attached to the email. The first, most important image is a screenshot of an Instagram post. Backup dancer Jisoo’s Instagram post. The post dates back to the night before, and in the photo is Jooheon and Jisoo. It looks like they are in a dimly lit karaoke booth, and Jooheon is holding a beer bottle in his left hand and a microphone in his right. Jisoo is next to Jooheon, her arms draped around his shoulders, her lips placing a peck on Jooheon’s cheek. Both of them look significantly intoxicated, red flushes on both of their faces. The caption reads ‘My honey!  🐝🎵🎤’. You flick to the next image on the email, already assuming the worst.

“Ooooh, shit.” This time, the words come out of your mouth.

The next five images are screenshots of the comment section on the post. Some comments, you think, are tame and harmless. Others, not so much. You look through them, wincing as you read each one.

Who the fuck are you?

Die bitch!

Don’t touch him🔪🔪🔪

You and your co-workers read through the comments, open-mouthed, when you hear someone clear their throat. The four of you look up from the screen and see your supervisor towering over your cubicle wall. Your co-workers scramble away from your desk back to their respective ones and you immediately straighten yourself in your seat.

“My office, now,” your supervisor says to you, looking extremely solemn

You gulp and stand up, fixing up your clothes. This is going to be interesting.

“It’s a shit show!” Hongsik, Monsta X’s manager, yells. 

The five of you are in your supervisor’s office - Jooheon and Jisoo are sitting down. Jooheon is looking down at the floor, not saying anything. Nothing comes from Jisoo as well, save for the occasional sniffle. Her face is red, and her eyes are puffy. She looks like she had a rough night. Hongsik towers over the two of them, and you and your supervisor stand to the side, witnesses to Hongsik’s fury. 

Hongsik, whips his head towards you, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits. You gulp involuntarily.

“What are you doing here?” he spits.

“Social media analyst,” your supervisor interjects, and you release the breath you had been holding. 

Hongsik closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Sorry,” he says, looking at you. “Long night.” You smile back sympathetically.

“So, what can we do?” Hongsik says, rubbing the back of his neck.

You clear your throat and turn to Jisoo. “Have you turned your Instagram to private?”

“N-no,” Jisoo replies, her breath shaky. “I can’t even look at my phone. I don’t want to.”

You press your lips into a tight line. You turn to your supervisor, and he raises his eyebrows at you. “Can I take her somewhere quiet? Please? I just need to look at her phone.”

Your supervisor shrugs. “Sure. Just stay here, we’ll head out. Call us back when you’re done.”

Three of them file out of the room, and Jooheon heads out last. Your eyes meet and he gives you a small, sad smile. Thank you, he mouths at you. You nod at him, and close the door behind him after he leaves. You turn to Jisoo, who is holding her phone in her hands, still sniffling.

“Can-can I see you phone?” you ask, as gently as you can.

She hands it to you without hesitation, and you press its home button. The screen turns on, and you see that she has hundreds of notifications from Instagram, Twitter, and KakaoTalk. You bite your lip as you steel yourself for the malicious comments. Jeez, people can be so mean.

You inhale deeply before you speak. “I’m going to turn all your SNS accounts to private. I’m also going to delete all your direct messages on Twitter and Instagram, okay?”

Jisoo nods without looking at you. For the next ten minutes, you go through all her inboxes and delete the messages, clearing out her notifications. You set her SNS accounts to private. You then decide to uninstall Twitter and Instagram.

“I’ve uninstalled some of your SNS apps,” you tell her as you hand her phone back. “Take a break from social media. Tell anyone close to you to contact you via text messages or to call you. You can install them again once you feel up to it.”

Jisoo gives a small grunt in reply. You sigh and place a hand on her shoulder.

“It’ll die down soon, I swear,” you promise her. “Just… be careful when you post things online next time. And don’t be afraid to report any comments or messages that make you feel genuinely unsafe.”

Suddenly, Jisoo stands up and gives you a hug. You’re caught off guard, but you place a hand on her back and rub it gently.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“It’s okay,” you reply, patting her back awkwardly.

She disengages from you and holds you out at an arm’s length. “Jooheon was right,” she says, patting her face with a tissue. “You really are nice.”

You raise your eyebrows. Jooheon had mentioned you to her?

Jisoo gives you a small smile. “Yeah, now I’m not surprised. No wonder…”

Her voice trails off, and she leaves you hanging with an incomplete statement. She turns away from you suddenly, as if she is afraid that she had said something that she shouldn’t have. She opens the door to the office and starts to head out.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” she says, a little too quickly. “I’ll be back soon.” She looks around the office and catches a glimpse of her reflection on the dark TV screen mounted on one of the walls. “God, I look terrible,” she mutters, wincing. 

Before you can say anything else, she struts away, her phone and tissues in hand. 

What was that about? You wonder to yourself.

Three weeks had passed since the Instagram incident. After staying extra late at work doing damage control for a few days, things had died down. You were back to reports and emails. Jooheon was still avoiding you, and you saw him less and less. You were lucky if he replied to one of your messages. He must have gotten in so much trouble after the whole fiasco. Jisoo, however, would come to see you quite often, stopping by your desk every few days. You’d ask how she is, and she seemed to be getting better day by day. She didn’t bring you dinner like Jooheon did, but you were glad you had someone was there to interrupt your mundane work tasks.

It is 7 pm, and you’re surprised that most of your work is done for the day. You finish off one last email, and power your PC down. You start to leave your cubicle when you hear one of your co-workers talking to someone with a familiar, yet unrecognizable voice. Your name is mentioned somewhere in their conversation, and your co-worker says, “That desk over there.” You decide to stay at your work station, curious as to who would want to see you at this time of night.

A few seconds later, a flash of red pops up from above your cubicle wall. A familiar face beams down at you.

“Wonho?” you say, blinking at him. You’d never actually met him in person, and you were not quite prepared for the charisma that oozed from him. He hadn’t even spoken to you yet.

“Hey!” he greets you loudly. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you!”

You stare at him. “‘Finally’?”

He comes round to the side of your cubicle, and you see that he is dressed in a tight compression shirt and sweat pants. You feel your heart rate increase significantly. “Are you busy now?” he inquires, looking at your desk, then back at you.

You motion to your PC screen. “Ah, no, I was just actually finished for the day.”

“Great!” Wonho chirps, grabbing your wrist. You’re too dumbfounded to resist. “Come to the studio with me.”

He jogs out of your department with you in tow. One of your co-workers looks at you questioningly, and you just shrug helplessly in return.

You look around the studio, amazed by all the equipment you see. You’re too afraid to touch anything, so when Wonho tells you to take a seat, you make yourself as tiny as you can, taking up as least space as possible. Wonho takes a seat next to you, and beams at you.

“Jooheon can’t stop talking about you,” Wonho says, grinning at you.

You’re not sure of how you should reply. Luckily, someone enters the recording booth, and you see the lights in it turn on from the other side of the glass. It’s Jooheon. He sees you from the other side of the glass, and he gives you a reluctant smile. He then looks at Wonho, and he holds up a piece of paper.

“Ah, right!” Wonho exclaims. He reaches over to the desk next to the couch, and grabs a sheet of paper. He then hands it to you.

Before you can ask why you have to hold it, an instrumental track starts to play. From the other side of the glass, Jooheon places a pair of headphones around his ears. Then he starts to sing along to the instrumental track.

You look down at the sheet and realize that they are lyrics - specifically, they are lyrics to the song Jooheon is singing. The lyrics are in second person, and the song is about the narrator having a hard time confessing their feelings to the person they love. You feel a tightness in your chest as you realize that this song is exactly how you feel about Jooheon, and you’re amazed at how he can capture your exact thoughts so eloquently in a song. Then, the chorus hits.

Late nights and black bean noodles

I don’t know how else to say it

To tell you how much I like you

Just let me have as many

Late nights and black bean noodles 

As I possibly can

Your head spins and your heart starts pounding loudly in your chest. Was this… a confession? You listen to the rest of the song, and by the end of it, you’re almost hyperventilating. You look up from the sheet of paper, and you see Jooheon taking off his headphones. He is completely red in the face, and he keeps blinking at you. You turn to Wonho, who is leaning back into the couch, a slightly smug smirk on his face.

The door to the studio opens and Jooheon enters. He walks up to you, fiddling with the piece of paper in his hands. It reminds you of the first time he introduced himself to you.

“So… what do you think? You want to get some black bean noodles tonight?”

You laugh and throw your head back. “Oh my god, Jooheon! All this time, I thought you hated me!”

He stares at you, his mouth open in a gape. “What?”

“Never mind,” you say standing up. “Of course I’d love to get some noodles with you.”

Jooheon smiles and rubs the back of his neck. He looks almost… shy. 

“But… I have a confession to make,” you say slowly.

Jooheon stares at you again. “Wh-what is it?”

“I’m actually sick of black bean noodles now. I was hoping we could have sweet and sour pork instead.”

Jooheon scrunches up the lyrics in his hand. “I wrote a whole song about black bean noodles and now you’re sick of them?!”

You and Wonho laugh, and you place a hand on Jooheon’s arm in an attempt to placate him.

“Keep it,” you tell Jooheon. “‘Sweet and sour pork’ just doesn’t sound as catchy.”

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[sunflowerhanamaru]

Once you wake up, it'll be a new morning (5/7: pining, stars)

“Kiss Chika.” Riko turns her head so fast she feels a little dizzy with it.

“What?” She asks a little stupidly to Hanamaru. They’d been playing spin the bottle for half an hour already and all the dares had been tame enough, the usual combination of innocent pranks (‘call the manager and make a joke!’) and sportives defis (Dia is still in the chair position on her side of the circle.).

“You heard me. I dare you to kiss Chika, on the mouth. Or do you prefer the punishment?”

Riko would have seriously considered it if the punishment wasn’t composed of a serie of fifty push-ups. Chika’s head is still on her shoulder but Riko can tell she’s tensing a little; she feels her cheeks burn. Riko glares at Hanamaru, who answers with a pleased smile. “When did you become so mischievous?”

Hanamaru shrugs. “The Yohane effect.”

“I’m sorry.” Riko whispers to Chika, finally catching her eyes. “I really don’t want to do those push-ups”

Chika smiles so wide her eyes close and leans to peck Riko’s lips. Riko leans back with a shocked cry.

“Doesn’t count, zura. Chika kissed you. I dare you to kiss Chika.”

Chika’s eyes are still closed, her lips slightly puckered up. Riko can count the freckles on her nose, can see how dark the circles around her eyes had gotten because of the extra dance practice. She licks her own lips nervously and closes the distance between them, gasps when Chika’s mouth open a little.

“That’s alright now!” Wails Dia just when Chika’s hand curl around Riko’s.

Riko thinks she has her revenge when the bottle stops on Ruby, but Hanamaru seems too happy to get kissed for it to be satisfactory. Mari coos about that ‘sweet, sweet new tradition’ when Ruby dares her sister to kiss You.

Chika is still holding Riko’s hand in hers.

They’re not making it work, not really. Not when Chika ties her hair in a high ponytail at the beginning of every dance rehearsal, making Riko miss the time she could kiss her nape whenever she wanted to. Not when Riko has to listen to Chika’s sweet, sweet voice singing words of love not directed to her. Not when every single one of Chika’s laugh makes Riko wants to run to her and kiss her senseless, to forget the last six years and seek comfort in her arms.

She can’t, though, she can’t and she knows it. Chika was the one to break up with her. Chika is the one who wants to become friends again. Riko wants Chika but she also knows the Chika she wants in not there anymore. They talk, alright, and they’re definitely in better terms, friendly even. They go to rehearsal together and they assist each other’s recording sessions, Chika’s words of encouragement making her feel less disappointed when her voice doesn’t come out exactly like she wants it to. She hadn’t sing for so long and it’s a real struggle to find again the ease and happiness she once felt in the recording booth. They go eat a couple of time, just the two of them, and it seems so easy that it makes Riko a little sad. Chika seems happy about it though and Riko decides that’s what she’ll settle for if she can’t have more.

“We should have a girls’ night.” Says You one day after rehearsal. The girls are all sprawled on the floor of the dance studio, exhausted from their hard work.

“I’m not going to a nightclub.” Says Dia from one side of the room. She stands to distribute water bottles to everyone. “VIP rooms are gross. Too many men think they can hit on me.”

You snorts. “I was more thinking about some pajama-pop-corn-truth-or-dare type of night.” She accepts the bottle from Dia and tugs on her forearm, making her tumble down on her chest. “Can’t you stop moving so much? You’re exhausting me.” Dia blushes.

“A night-in sounds nice.” Comments Hanamaru. She pets distractedly at Ruby’s sweaty short hair. Ruby nuzzles in her hand in return. Riko looks away.

“We’re all old enough for alcohol.” Says Yohane dreamily. “And we’re all settled in our dorm. Let’s do that tonight.”

Riko is digging shirtless through her new closet when someone loudly bangs at her door. She sighs and puts on the first shirt she finds. “Who’s here?”

“Guilty kiss!” Yells Yohane from behind the door.

“It’s an intervention.” Says Mari when Riko opens the door. “A needed one.” She adds, eyeing Riko’s shirt. “You intended to wear that for the party?”

Riko didn’t, in fact, intended to wear it at all but she is offended enough by Mari’s comment to keep that information for herself. “What’s wrong with my shirt?”

“It looks like you’re trying to hide yourself, honestly.” Mari tugs on the sleeve. “It’s large enough for two of you!”

“We’re going full guilkiss tonight.” Yohane shows Riko the luggage she’s trailing behind her. “Pajama party doesn’t mean we should look lazy. Let’s try things on.”

“I’m not wearing that.” Cries Riko when Mari takes a satin baby doll from the bag.

Mari rolls her eyes. “Chill, that’s mine. We have less risqué options for you.”

It still takes four tries and forty-five minutes for Riko to choose a black silky jumpsuit that satisfies both her and Mari and Yohane. Yohane twirls in her velvet black short and lace top and digs three star-shaped hair pins from the bottom of her bag. “So we can match.” She explains, pushing Riko’s bangs on one side and securing them with the pin. “Let’s take a selfie for instagram!”

“Amazing idea!” Mari grabs her phone. “Management wants us to give a more adult vibe this time, right?”

“Thinks Guilty Kiss, Riri.” Says Yohane with a jab at Riko’s ribs when she starts protesting.

“Yes, Riri, thinks Guilkiss.” Repeats Mari with a laugh. She snaps a couple of pics and shows them to the girls. “Not bad, right? Post it on your account Riko!”

“What? No! Post it on yours!”

Mari coos at her. “Don’t be shy. I post too much and you not enough. Post it for us.”

“But…”

Yohane takes the phone from Riko’s loose grip. “No but. I’m posting it for you.” Riko rolls her eyes. Despite herself, she really did miss Guilty kiss’ rehearsals shenanigans.

Riko can’t say she’s noticing much differences between that pajama party and the one they did back during their first tourings. She shrugs and kisses You for what seems to be the third time of the evening. The girls really don’t have much dare ideas and the bottle always seems to land on her anyway, but she suspects almost everyone has kissed everyone by now. Ruby cheers for her to spin the bottle and Riko suddenly remarks she looks very bright despite all she drank. She glances at Dia, who looks just as sober. Riko wonders if she didn’t secretly stole all of Ruby’s drinks to replace them with soft drinks.

Riko spins the bottle, the movement making her feel a little dizzy. She sways a little and catches herself on Hanamaru’s shoulder who stabilize her with a hand on the elbow.

“Oh.” Says Chika from the other side of the circle. Riko’s laugh dies in her throat when she sees the neck of the bottle neatly aligned on her.

Chika looks her right in the eyes. “Truth.” She says, and it’s like she’s the one giving Riko a dare.

Riko wants to ask a hundred things, like why Chika decided to leave Aqours or why Chika decided to quit singing or why Chika decided to leave her. “When did you stop loving me?” She asks instead. Chika looks shocked.

“Never.” She says, and Riko suddenly feels glad for all the alcohol because she knows she would have done something stupid if she’d been sober, like stupidly slap Chika or stupidly kiss Chika. “Did you stopped loving me?”

“It’s not your turn to ask.” Chika only shrugs. Riko considers Chika in front of her, with her long hair and those chiseled cheekbones and this new dressing style. “I don’t even know you.” She says a bit cruelly. The hurt look on Chika’s face doesn’t appease her heartbreak. When she checks her instagram app later that night she discovers a comment from Chika. ‘I’ve always loved guilty kiss’ outfits.’ Riko forces her not to delete it.

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[whydontweband]

The Melody In My Head (A Jonah Marais Imagine)

Masterlist

Part One

*As Requested*

Disclaimer: Because this request contained more in-depth plot-lines and story segments, it will be divided into three parts, posted at different times

Have a lovely day!

Word Count: 2329

Description: In which your boyfriend, Jonah, hears you singing to yourself and, on a whim, records it. Funny, how one simple recording, posted to the internet, can change someone’s life forever.

    I’d never been a very outgoing person. Even as a kid, I’d always preferred the company of my own imagination and thoughts to those of other children. I never tried out for any extra-curriculars, never managed to make more than a handful of friends, never really became anything. I was always just Y/N, the girl at the back of the class, with my head in a book, keeping to myself, not rocking the boat. I was a freshman in university at Stanford now, my dream school, because being smart had always been the only thing that I really excelled at. That may come across as sounding insecure to some people, but I don’t think of it that way. I never really valued anything over my education, not even my social life. Which made it particularly shocking to the few who know me well when the word broke that I’d started dating a rising international pop star. I remember the first day after the word hit the internet, a few articles had hit the tabloids, and a few photographs of us on a date at the park had surfaced; my mom called me up on the phone to make sure I hadn’t had a social breakdown. My few closest friends had called to see if I was being held against my will. Of course, neither of those things were true, but to this day I’ll get comments on how different we are- and truthfully I don’t know if I could explain how we fell in love if it would save my life. Some things are inexplicable, and when they happen it takes most everyone by surprise, even though it suddenly becomes the most natural and comfortable thing in the world for you. I’d been with Jonah for about a year now, and while most everyone is supportive, I’d be lying if I didn’t notice a blog post here or tabloid story there, talking about how odd it is that such an outgoing and self-assured guy like Jonah would be dating such an introverted, anti-social Brainiac like myself. I’d seen more than a few fans comment how it reminded them of Troy and Gabriella from High School Musical, but I’d never seen much of Gabriella in myself. Maybe Kelsey, but without the piano skills, or Ryan Evans. Nevertheless, we somehow fit together, and somewhere along the road, he’d become my favorite person, which is a massive step up from my previous favorite person- no one.

“Hey babe, the boys and I are heading out for pizza, you sure you don’t wanna come?” Jonah shouted from down the hall. I nibbled absentmindedly on the edge of my ballpoint pen as I continued copying down the notes from last weeks lecture into more legible handwriting. Smiling softly, I shook my head, before realizing he couldn’t see me.

“No, that’s ok! You guys have fun!” I replied, loud enough for him to hear as I went back to shuffling through loads of scrap paper that I’d assembled in a quasi-organized heap on Jonah’s bed. My apartment was much closer to campus, but on the weekends breaks I would come stay at the boys house. It was currently almost summer break, and I was doing some last minute cramming before finals- before I would be free for the entire summer. Jonah peeked his head in from around the corner of the door, smiling cutely as he walked in, wearing a yellow and black Thrasher t-shirt, torn black skinny jeans and a pair of grey Yeezy’s. I smiled, sighing as I laid back on the cushions of his bed, tired from all of the work I’d been doing as he leaned over me.

“How’d I get such an amazing girlfriend?” He mumbled softly as I giggled.

“Probably because your lame-ass was scouting for girls at the library, and I was the only one there under 100.” I chuckled. Jonah laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“And I thank my lucky stars every day that I chose you over Ruth, you’re a lot prettier, and your teeth are a lot more real.” He quipped. I smiled, rolling my eyes as I shoved him slightly.

“Go on, have fun with the guys.” Jonah pouted, pretending to be offended as I giggled.

“It’d be more fun if you came too, ya know.” I shook my head, pursing my lips jokingly and shaking my head like a difficult child.

“Mmm, hard pass.” Jonah sulked playfully as I shook my head.

“J, clubbing is so not my scene, you know that.” I replied softly. Jonah smiled, nodding softly.

“I know, Y/N. Alright, well listen- we should be back around 1 or so, but don’t wait up. Tomorrow I promise we’ll have a night in, just you and me.” I smiled, biting my lip bashfully and nodding.

“Ok, sounds good.” Jonah grinned, towering over me as he leaned down and kissed me softly.

“I’ll see you later, baby.” He takes my hand in his, our fingers weaving together as he squeezes it tightly, before letting it go.

“Mkay, I love you.”

“I love you mooooore.” He cooed as he made his way towards the door. I rolled my eyes playfully, waving him off as I replied.

“Not even remotely possible.” Jonah smirked, shaking his head.

“Argument for another time, then.” He patted the doorway before heading out, and I listened as his shoes collided one by one with the stairs as he made his way to the front door where the other guys were inevitably waiting. I smiled to myself, before sitting up and continuing my work.

    After several more hours of note taking and study materials, my brain had been officially fried. Rubbing my sleep-deprived eyes, I sighed, making my way downstairs to grab some water from the fridge. As I went, I turned on every light in the house, which was arguably one of Jonah’s biggest pet peeves about me, but I couldn’t help it if I didn’t like the dark.

As I took a glass from the cupboard and turned the faucet, I began humming quietly to myself. It was nothing in particular, just something to pass the time and fill the silence I suppose. Checking my watch, I realized it was around 1:30am.

“Boo!” I jumped, dropping the glass in the sink and spilling water all over me in the process as Jonah laughed hysterically, stepping out from around the corner where he’d been hiding. Still in shock, I scoffed.

“Jonah you ass!” I exclaimed, laughing slightly, as I looked down at my sopping wet pajamas. Jonah giggled, smiling as he extended his arms.

“Babe, I’m sorry- you’re just so damn gullible.” He giggled. I crossed my arms, still aggravated but defenseless against his adorable “I’m sorry” face. Rolling my eyes, I gave him a hug, dampening his t-shirt as I did so. He smiled.

“When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in.” He shrugged, picking up my glass and re-filling it.

“Just a few minutes ago. The other guys headed to bed, I was just coming in to get some something to drink, great minds think alike I guess.” I blushed slightly, funny how even after a year of dating the littlest things he would say could still make me blush.

“I guess so.” I retorted. He smiled, handing me my now full glass of water and grabbing a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge.

“Alright, well I’m gonna turn it in, are you coming up to bed?” I nodded in reply.

“Yeah, just a minute, I need to wipe up this mess.” I pointed to the puddle of water beneath me that I’d created in my moment of terror. He smiled sympathetically.

“Sorry about that.” He smiled, I shrugged.

“It’s ok, I forgive you for being a horrible person.” I teased. He clutched his heart mockingly as I smiled, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll see you upstairs in a few minutes.” Jonah nodded, taking his Gatorade and disappearing around the corner.I sighed, running a hand through my Y/H/C hair as I grabbed a washcloth from one of the cabinets and blotting the puddle that had collected on the tile floor. As I grew lost in the moment, I began singing softly to myself. I hadn’t really realized what I’d started singing until I reached the chorus- I’d been singing “Made for” by Why Don’t We.

Jonah

      I had just started making my way back upstairs with my Gatorade when I heard a soft meoldy coming from the Y/N’s direction. Raising a brow in confusion, I quietly made my way back, peeking into the kitchen quietly and noticing Y/N sitting on the tile floor, cleaning the puddle of water I’d accidentally made her spill. Just as I was about to turn around, the melody occurred again, and I realized that it was her singing. Singing one of our songs. Smiling quietly to myself, I listened for a moment, before instinctively pulling out my phone. The truth was, in a year of dating Y/N, I’d never once heard her really sing. She was phenomenal. It was like the voice of an angel, and singing one of our songs. I couldn’t help but let my face spread into a smile as I listened, recording her voice so that maybe she would one day see how amazing she is. The talented, incredible person I’ve always seen her for. Her voice lulled into a contented silence as I stopped the recording, smiling to myself as I headed back upstairs without her ever realizing I’d heard her.

After I got back to my room, I played the recording once over, listening to every little hum and lilt in her voice, the way she dragged out the sound of her R’s, and the way her inflection fell like flakes to a snow-covered ground. I couldn’t help but smile when I listened. Everyone deserved to hear how amazing she was. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes, completely exhausted as my thumb hovered over the Instagram app on my home screen. I bit my lip, clicking on it and I opening the video. I won’t post it. Not until I show it to Y/N. As amazing as it was, she’d never forgive me if I posted it without her knowing. My thumb hesitated for a moment on the post screen as I looked at it for a moment longer. There’s no way Y/N will let me post this. Never in a million years. She’ll make me delete the video, and no one will ever have the chance to see how talented she truly is. I wanted more than anything for the world to see her for the amazing person I saw her as…and maybe this would do that. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head softly to myself. Regardless of what I wanted, I wouldn’t go behind her back. I’d ask her in the morning. Just as I was about to cancel the post, a voice in the doorway startled me.

“Hey you.” Y/N chirped cheerily. I gasped, my hand shaking as my phone dropped to the bed. She giggled, smiling as she walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re such a scaredy cat, J. It’s so cute.” I smiled, heart still startled as I returned the kiss.

“Yeah, what can I say, I guess I’m just in a constant state of shock that someone as beautiful and smart and awesome as you would wanna be with lil ole me.” I teased. She laughed, shaking her head as laid down beside me, wrapping her arms around my waist and turning out the light.

“You’re crazy, Jonah.” I smiled, kissing her forehead.

“I love you too, Y/N.” By the time I’d finished my sentence and looked over, she was already drifting of to sleep. I pulled the covers up farther, quietly grabbing my phone from it’s place on the bed where it had fallen, preparing to set it on my bedside table when it vibrated. I raised an eyebrow, cautiously turning it on. Who was texting me at nearly 2 in the morning? I realized however, that it wasn’t a text. It was a comment from Logan on Instagram. My latest post was from a week ago, and he already commented on that. I through to myself groggily, opening up the notification. As tired as I’d felt, in an instant I was wide awake. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. My eyes grew wide as saucers as I came face to face with the post he’d commented on. A video, posted 1 minute ago. To an Instagram account with almost a million followers. The video. My hand must have slipped when I got startled, and now the entire world had access to Y/N singing. The view count ticked up by the hundreds every second. Comments were pouring in, all of our biggest fan accounts had already reposted the video in its entirety. It was too late now. The whole thing was out there for the world to see, and somehow it didn’t feel as good as I’d been hoping. It felt like a betrayal of her trust, and of course it was. But a part of it felt good too. The comments were overwhelming positive, including Logan’s which read:

@LoganPaul: DAMN BRO, WHY IS Y/N NOT THE SIXTH WDW MEMBER ALREADY?!

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, until I was brought back to reality by the fact that it had only been a couple minutes, and it already had over 50,000 views on my profile alone. It was going viral, and nothing I could do, not even deleting the video, would change the fact that Y/N’s life was now altered irreparably. There was no going back, no covering my tracks. I had approximately 8-10 hours, and then I’d have to face the music- both figuratively and literally.

End of Part One

1/3

(If you’re interest in the 2nd part pls let me know, and I’ll get to it faster.)

#why dont we #why don't we #wdw #jonah marais #jack avery #corbyn besson #zach herron #daniel seavey #boy band #music #fanfiction #imagine #why dont we imagine #why dont we fic

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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn't have.

AO3 link

So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)

They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

-

It’s the sound of his phone vibrating loudly on the bedside table that wakes him up. He’s in Mila’s spare bedroom, a small sized room with what feels like the most uncomfortable bed he’s ever slept on, but it evidently didn’t bother him at whatever time he collapsed onto last night. At least he made it into bed, he supposes. That’s an achievement, even if he’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

He grabs at his phone, squinting at the screen. It reads 6 AM, and is somehow fully charged, even though he has doesn’t remember plugging it in last night. It’s far too early. Yuri wants nothing more at this particular moment in time than to roll over and go back to sleep to avoid dealing with this hangover from hell, but it’s Otabek that’s calling him, so he supposes that he’d better answer.

“Hello?” he says, his voice sounding all croaky as he unplugs his phone and rolls back onto his back. There’s light streaming in through a gap in the curtains, and Yuri would get up and close them properly, but they’re too far away to deal with right now. Instead, he opts for the easier option: pulling his blankets over his head.

“Yuri, what the fuck?” Otabek asks on the other end of the line. Even in this still half drunk, hungover state, Yuri can tell that this is Not Good. “What were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?” Yuri replies. He wonders if it’s about his and Mila’s Snapchat stories, but from what he can remember there’s nothing too outrageous on them, just some really bad singing in questionable English to pop songs neither of them like.

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

Yuri fumbles with his phone, opening Twitter with his phone call with Otabek still active in the background. He doesn’t even need to go onto his profile to see it, it’s all over his timeline. “Oh, shit,” he swears as he scrolls through the Tweets. “I don’t even remember posting any of this. I was so drunk, Beka. So drunk. I’m sorry.”

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Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

Alright buckle in its gonna be a bumpy ride let me tell you a thing or two about the size of @otabekaltin’s dick

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I hope you’re ready bc I sure as hell wasn’t the first time I saw it – tho in fairness he did warn me about it beforehand

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

But I’m gonna be honest here and say I had to take a moment when we did somethinh sexual for the first time bc girl, I couldn’t’ cope

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

Shall we talk about the time he fucked me for the first time?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

YES WHAT A WONDERUFL IDEA KETS CARRY ON TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY BOYF’S DICK FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTS

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

After all of the prep (srsly ive never seen so much lube lmao) he finally entered me (is that even the right word idk I’m so drunk rn)

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I’ve never felt so full in my whole life it was SO GOOD 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND (although hands off he’s mine)

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

honestly tho I swear the sex gets better every time? He REALLY know what he’s doing with that thing let me tell you

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I did once ask if he needed a licence for it, he didn’t take it well lmao. Anyway, tl;dr: @otabekaltin’s dick is a godsend and

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago

I am forever grateful that I’ve got to experience such a masterpiece so many different times in so many different positions

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 5h ago

Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin

Holy mother of god is this true? PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS TRUE

Yuri Angels @yuriangels10 · 5h ago

Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin, @c_giacometti

AHAHAHA WE’VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR AGES WE CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING

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“Yeah, I figured, from the numerous spelling mistakes and yours and Mila’s Snapchat stories from last night,” Otabek says, sighing. “But that doesn’t make this okay, Yuri.”

“I know,” Yuri says miserably as he continues to scroll through the shit storm that’s taken over his Twitter. “Do you want me to delete the tweets?”

“I’m not sure what good that’ll do at this stage,” Otabek says. “They’ve already been screenshotted and reposted too Tumblr and Instagram and Facebook so many times that deleting the original tweets doesn’t mean that people will stop talking about it.”

“True,” Yuri agrees. He hasn’t checked Tumblr yet but he already feels like the Yuri Plisetsky tag will be trending on there, full of screenshots taken from Twitter and detailed posts discussing it all. Instagram will be full of people screaming in the comments, and Facebook will have people criticising his decision to share this all on the internet for everyone to see. No doubt someone has already put together a compilation video on YouTube of closeups of Otabek’s crotch with Yuri’s tweets edited onto it. “I can’t apologise enough for all of this. I’m so sorry.”

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russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Jenna @xxknifeshoesxx · 4h ago

Replying to @plsetsky

I can’t believe that this is confirmed, what the hell

skate away @quadloop · 4h ago

Replying to @plsetsky, @xxknifeshoesxx

Is it just me that rlly wants to know just how big Otabek is now?

russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago

Nah (I mean it might be bordering the slightly creepy territory but still, SOMEONE FETCH THE GUY A TAPE MEASURE)

-

“I know,” Otabek says. “I’m not happy that this has happened, but it has, so we’ll deal with it – oh no, Victor’s just messaged in the group chat.”

-

Victor: EXPLAIN YOURSELVES

Victor: [multiple screenshots of Twitter threads]

Yuri: …

Yuri: why the hell should we have to explain ourselves to you two??!

Victor: BECAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE IN THE SKATING WORLD IS TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF OTABEK’S DICK AND HOW MUCH YOU LOVE IT AND WHY DID YOU POST THIS ALL ONTO TWITTER?

Yuri: jesus

Yuri: stop yelling

Yuri: I was drunk and said some things on twitter, it’s not a big deal

Victor: It very clearly is!

Victor: Yakov is going to have your head off over this, I’m surprised he hasn’t called you yet

Victor: If you thought he was mad at you after Welcome To The Madness, then you’ve really got another thing coming

Yuri: I can handle yakov thank you

Otabek: I’d make a joke about how if you can handle my dick you can handle anything but somehow I don’t think that would be appreciated

Yuri: oh my god beka

Victor: You’re right, it wouldn’t be appreciated

Yuuri: Maybe

Yuuri: Maybe it doesn’t matter because they’re both consenting adults and what goes on behind closed door isn’t anyone’s business but theirs?

Victor: Yuuri I love you but that’s not the point

Victor: They’re going to get people going on about this for months, in interviews, in articles, online… it’ll come back to haunt you in five years’ time at a party when someone’s flicking through their camera roll and finds the tweets and is like, “oh wow who remembers when?”

Yuri: alright I get it my tweets are a ghost that’ll come back to haunt me

Yuri: can we all please calm down I really don’t want to deal with this rn

Victor: Is that because you’re hungover? Well you should’ve thought about that before you got drunk and posted a bunch of stupid tweets to twitter!

Yuri: *true, not stupid

Yuri: and stfu victor

Yuri: no one cares what you have to say

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Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago

I’M YELLING pic.twitter.com/t35v5f

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago

Someone should get yuri drunk more often this is GOLD

Mila Babicheva @mila_b · 20m ago

Replying to @phichit_chu

I honestly don’t know if I should be apologising or not

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 20m ago

Noooo! Definitely not lmao I WANT TO KNOW ALL THE SECRETS

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registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this banana bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/235g5y

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this cucumber bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43qg5

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this aubergine bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/4gaf35

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this leek bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/98rga3

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this can of dry shampoo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/257g23

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this chair leg bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/5gsgj1

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this table leg bigger than otabek’s dic? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43tg83

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this branch bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/6grg24

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago

@yuriplisetsky is this tree bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/7gr32t

Yurabek For Life @yurabek4life · 6m ago

Replying to @slicetheice

@yuriplisetsky is this dildo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/24gw46

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago

u ruined it

registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago

gtfo my thread

-

There’s a knock on the bedroom door and Mila enters, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. Her hair is messy and she obviously didn’t get around to taking off her makeup last night, as her eyeliner and mascara is smudged around her eyes and what’s left of her foundation is decidedly patchy.

“Hey,” she says quietly, walking forward and placing the glass on the bedside table. “Thought you could probably do with a glass of water.”

“Thanks,” Yuri mumbles, reaching for the glass and taking a few small sips. Though his phone call with Otabek has now ended, they’re continuing to text as they both keep an eye on what’s happening on social media. Victor keeps texting him too, and Yakov keeps calling him, but Yuri is ignoring those. He doesn’t need a lecture right now.

Mila shuffles on her feet, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, looking down at the carpet rather than at Yuri. “I never should’ve got you that drunk last night.”

“You do realise I don’t really give a shit, right?” Yuri replies. Mila’s head snaps up and she stares at him, brow furrowed.

“What?” she asks, confused.

“I don’t care, Mila,” Yuri says. “Maybe in a perfect world I wouldn’t have posted those tweets and sent the figure skating fandom into a meltdown, and maybe people at Google questioning wouldn’t be wondering why there’s been a sudden increase in people Googling what the average penis size in Kazakhstan is, but it’s not the end of the world. Otabek wasn’t best pleased at first but I think he’s getting over it now. If anything, it’s just given everyone another reason to be jealous of the fact that I’m dating him.”

Mila scoffs, a smile spreading across her face. “You’re something else, Plisetsky,” she says. “Are you going to tell me, then?”

“Tell you what?” Yuri asks, feigning ignorance as he continues to scroll through Twitter. He’s trending, but he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel about that given the circumstances.

“How big he is, of course!”

“Fuck no. Get out my room.”

“Technically speaking –”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

-

17 missed calls from Yakov

Yakov: What on earth is going on

Yakov: I hope you have a reasonable explanation for all of this

Yakov: I am concerned about that boy’s influence on you

Yakov: Please answer your phone calls

Yakov: Answer the phone when I call you!

Yakov: ANSWER THE PHONE!!

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Otabek Altin retweeted

russian fairy @plsetsky · 5h ago

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 1m ago

Replying to @plsetsky

Hell yes he is. ;) #yurisizequeen

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 30s ago

Replying to @plsetsky, @otabekaltin

#yurisizequeen CONFIRMED

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#thebigmeat

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Yuri Plisetsky

@yuriplisetsky

Gold medallist Russian figure skater. Otabek Altin’s boyfriend. Size queen.

St Petersburg

Joined March 2014

Born March 1

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Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 10m ago

@yuriplisetsky YOU UPDATED YOUR BIO AND I’M YELLING

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 10m ago

Replying to @phichit_chu

I was just showing who I am

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 8m ago

This whole thing is making my day #yurisizequeen @otabekaltin so how well does he take it?

Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 8m ago

Now that would be telling ;)

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 7m ago

Is that code for “I’ve never had anyone take it so well before”?

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5m ago

Why must I be exposed in this way

Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 4m ago

You exposed yourself

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 2m ago

…true

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Yuri: I’m never drinking with you again.

Mila: Yeah, whatever you say

Mila: I will get you drunk again and get you to spill your secrets all over Twitter

Yuri: NEVER

Yuri: NOT HAPPENING

Mila: Sure, keep telling yourself that

Mila: So, you want to have a few drinks next Friday?

Yuri: …

Yuri: Fine. I’m in.

-

Yuri’s been back at his apartment for a few hours, doing nothing more than curling up on the couch and watching Netflix and contemplating if he can stomach food yet when the doorbell rings. He stares at the door for a few moments, confused, because he no one’s told him they’re coming around. Maybe he left something at Mila’s and she’s decided to drop it off when running errands or something. Sighing, he pauses Netflix, drags himself off the couch and shuffles to the door, his blanket wrapped round his shoulders like a cape.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Yuri demands when he opens the door and sees Otabek of all people standing there. “You decided to just hop on the next plane to St Petersburg or something?”

“Um, yeah,” Otabek mumbles, brushing a hand through his hair as a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. With his other hand, he holds up a bag from the local convenience store. “I also got food. Wanted to make sure you were actually going to eat something today.”

Through the thin white plastic of the bag, Yuri spots a familiar label. “You got me Pringles.” They’re one of his favourite foods that he’s not really supposed to eat when he’s training, but they’re also what he really wants right now.

Otabek grins. “I did.”

“Have I told you how much I love you recently?” Yuri asks, making a grab for the bag. Looking like a kid at Christmas, he takes the lid off the Pringles and tears at the paper/foil one, before taking several crisps out of the tube and putting them all into his mouth at once.

“Well, you’ve told the world about how much you love my dick, but apart from that, no, I don’t think so.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Yuri says through a mouthful of crisps, rolling his eyes. “Come on, get in here.”

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Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 13m ago

Look who flew all the way from Almaty just to be here! ♥♥ pic.twitter.com/36uhghefh5

Otabek Altin @otabekatlin · 12m ago

Replying to Yuri Plisetsky

It’s good to be back. ♥♥

Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 10m ago

I bet it is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 10m ago

Oh yes ;)

#otayuriwc #otayuri #hung otabek #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #yuri on ice #fanfic #beka #yuri #yoi

[kbyyru]

Forgiveness

first off, for those few of you on here who know me and used to pay attention to my page before i left - yes i did have a bit of a breakdown almost a year ago and no, i didn’t do anything. i didn’t hurt myself but man oh man did i feel like it. (unless you count going on a bender hurting myself, then in that case yes i absolutely did)

what prompted this, you may ask? well for both those who did ask and those who didn’t, here we go. for about 6 months of last year (2016 for reference) i was in a borderline - maybe full on - abusive relationship. i will not be saying names; only referring to my ex using pronouns (she, her, and so on)

it started off easily enough, two people who dated once had some time apart and after some time passed started talking again. we eventually decided that things had been worked out enough to give a relationship another chance, which at the time was something i wanted because i actually did have feelings for this girl. one of the things we agreed on was that we were going to make communication more of a priority; lack of communication was something that caused our breakup in the first place. the first few months were honestly the best part. we were actually talking more and making more attempts to see each other, you know, like an actual relationship. i felt like i actually had a girlfriend and i can only assume it was vice versa for her.

obviously this didn’t last. skip to a couple months or so before things ended and it’s back to how things were the first time. it would be days before i get so much as a text/snapchat back versus being left on read. on several occasions i was ready to say “i can’t do this any more, we’re through”, but it never failed - before i would get the chance to say that i would get something from her and it convinced me that things were going to be okay. at these points we would actually get to talk, and inevitably i would try and set up a date. me trying to see my girlfriend would mean contact stops, and it would be some amount of time before i would get to talk to her again. there was always some excuse to why i never got to talk to her as well - she caught sick a lot for someone who hardly ever leaves home and was always too sick to text me back. i would nearly always end up getting bored and opening Facebook only to see that she wasn’t too sick to share posts and get in long comment threads. i can’t talk to her but she can talk to anyone else.

our birthday rolls around (coincidentally we had the same birthday but not the same year) and i see that her favorite band is coming through. i make sure i have the day off work and buy us tickets, trying to be that awesome boyfriend. we go to the show, i’m not really into it (not my type of music) but she has a great time so i’m happy. at one point she goes to show me something on her phone and for the quarter second it takes for the phone to unlock and her to open whatever she was showing me, i see Tinder installed. not wanting to cause trouble (me jokingly asking her if she was cheating while we were first together was the main catalyst to our first breakup, it wasn’t an accusation so much as what i thought would have her say “oh, ha ha, yes definitely” and move on) i ignored it. after all, i have quite a few apps on my phone i haven’t opened in ages.

after the show i start seeing more of the “she commented on this post” things pop up through Facebook, and it would always be her tagging some other guy in memes. me, being someone who loves memes, didn’t give it much thought at the time. then the memes started being less meme-y and more like things that people tag their S.O.’s in. naturally i grow suspicious but don’t have any concrete evidence that something’s going on. it was because i had no real evidence that i didn’t confront her. a few weeks/however long after the concert, i don’t exactly remember, i send her a message saying that i was concerned about her. not accusatory, nothing of the sort, it was me being concerned about someone who at the time i cared about a great deal. this was when she decided we needed to break up so she could “focus on getting herself help” for what i was assuming were suicidal thoughts.

why was i assuming suicidal thoughts? some time earlier she mentioned that she was in a bad place and that was why i went almost a week with no contact (again, i saw her sharing several posts and commenting back and forth with anyone/everyone who commented on them). i did ask her what was going on then but she didn’t want to talk about it and maybe a week or so later things were back to what could be called normal in this situation. the breakup message was her saying she needed to focus on herself, get her head straight, possibly commit herself to an institution because her thoughts were that troubling. once again, naïve me said “okay, good luck, hope you get what you need” and our relationship was finished. i will admit in that instant i was sad, it hit hard out of nowhere, but like the day after i was back to normal. after all, that whole “relationship” the majority of it was like i didn’t have a girlfriend and was just sending texts/snapchats off into the void, never to get answered. we would end up talking off and on after that on a platonic level only; things like the occasional “how are you doing”. i went back and forth for what felt like too long on whether or not to say something to her mom about what she told me. eventually i decided that i would want someone to say something if it were me talking about potentially committing myself and i sent a very politely worded message to her mom. i got one back saying how she had no idea and would be talking to my ex about it. during one of the last times we talked she told me that it was a shitty thing of me to do and of course after hearing this i felt like an giant asshole for saying anything in the first place. (which yes, it might have been wrong but at the time i did still care about her - even though we weren’t together - and didn’t want anything to happen)

finally, i see through Facebook that she’s in a relationship again. i wouldn’t have thought too much about it if it wasn’t the guy she had been tagging in memes all those months ago. it finally hits me like a goddamn freight train: my suspicions were right. i had been getting blown off because i was being cheated on. it hurt all the much worse because, like i mentioned earlier, i had been scrolling through Facebook and seeing all these memes she was tagging the d-bag in and then the relationship status change. both of these were things that she NEVER did while we were “together”; in fact i felt like i was being kept a secret the whole time. if anyone in our “relationship” was tagging anyone in memes, i was the one tagging her. i hardly ever got so much as a like, and if i got a comment on them it was a cause for celebration. with this other guy, though, there would be comment threads and mutual tagging, pretty much like every other relationship i know of. it was just my luck that i was in the restroom at work absentmindedly scrolling through Facebook like any other night when i saw the relationship status change because i still remember how i froze up when i saw it. eventually i  got the strength back to get up (my legs had since gone numb, that’s how long i had been sitting there), quickly finish the rest of my tasks, and go home to be alone.

i didn’t delete her immediately because i was trying to get the strength up to call her out on her bullshit (for those who don’t know i’m someone who HATES confrontation of any kind: being involved in it, hearing it, anything). i do eventually delete her without saying anything about what happened; but i don’t just unfriend her. i go through all forms of social media and scrub every trace of her out of them. Instagram pics, mentioned Tweets and Facebook posts, she was completely wiped out of and unfriended/unfollowed everywhere.

some time later i get a Facebook friend request from her. i leave it unresponded and move on. some months later, i get another one and because i have a small bunch of them to respond to from people i met at a meet & greet, i unintentionally add her back. i start seeing posts from her in my feed and realize what happened. this gets me upset again and i send a poorly worded message demanding to know why she added me, turns out it’s because she “wanted to know how i was doing”. if she clearly didn’t care before, why would she now? i leave her on read (have to admit, it felt good doing that after it had been done to me so many times) and close the conversation. i did apologize later because i believe that even though i had been done so wrong i didn’t need to stoop to her level. my apology gets more or less shrugged off, and that was the last contact i’ve had with her other than sharing memes that she’s shared herself.

now, it should be noted that she does deal with some form of depression/anxiety issues, because the few times i was at her place i saw the pill bottles. this much i can confirm. what i CAN’T confirm is how much she was using these problems as an excuse. while we were “together” it felt like she was constantly under this dark cloud and that’s why i was getting ignored, but now after the pieces have more or less been put together a lot of those times it was definitely just an excuse not to have any contact with me. and before anyone reads this (if they’ve even read down this far) and slams me in the comments, i deal with occasional waves of depression myself. but, unlike her, i actually talk to people even when all i want to do is curl up in my bed and drink myself into a coma (yes, that is something i’ve thought about doing sometimes. i’ve also had several bouts of intrusive thoughts over my life, and briefly considered self-harming). i felt sick the entire time i was typing this, but at the same time i feel relieved that i’ve finally put this out somewhere - even if nobody will read it. if you did read it, props to you because this was one massive wall of text. and to her - she knows who she is, so i still will not be naming names - if you read this, i (now to you) obviously know what you did and i hope you know that karma will catch up to you. however, as the title says i have forgiven you for my own sake. it's undoubtedly healthier for me than keeping all this hate and negativity bottled up any longer.

#text wall #depression #story #anger #lifeupdate

[newsbiteswithjennysok]

Sept 6, 2019

1. Theo Campbell, known for starring on MTV’s “The Challenge” as well as reality show “Love Island” in the UK, has opened up in depth for the first time about the accident that left him almost completely blind in one eye.

The 28-year-old reality star appeared on Britain’s “This Morning” show Friday, and said that a young woman accidentally popped a bottle of champagne in his direction while on vacation in Ibiza, Spain, causing the injury.

“It’s a very eerie pain,” he said. “I couldn’t open either eye at first, and I just had my hand over [one], and I couldn’t see anything at all. I was stumbling.”

Campbell shared that he was in disbelief for two minutes until he looked down at the hand that was covering his right eye, and saw blood.

“From there, the security grabbed me, they took me to the medical room, and the medic looked at it,” he said, adding that doctors realized he needed to be taken to the emergency room right away.

Campbell said he “in constant pain for the first two days,” even after he had eye surgery.

The former track athlete said he is hopeful that he will heal, but doctors don’t have much hope, and have told him, “You’ll never be able to see the same again. It might be a very long time before you start seeing anything, like, even in a blurry way.”

“But if I look now, I can see light,” Campbell added. “That’s the good part, but I explain it as looking through a stain glass window, because I can see, but everything is a massive blur.”

He posted on Instagram on Aug. 27 that he had been involved in an accident involving a champagne cork and thanked his girlfriend Kaz Crossley for her support.

He is also raising money for charity by running a 10K to support the Cure Blindness foundation.

2. Charlie Sheen has been accused of not paying up.

Sheen’s ex-wife, Denise Richards, claimed in court documents in August that the former “Two and a Half Men” star owes $450,000 in child support for their two daughters, Sam, 15, and Lola, 14, The Blast reported. The “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” star, 48, requested a judge force Sheen, 54, to pay.

“[Charlie] has squandered over $24,000,000 from the sale in his interest in ‘Two and a Half Men’ to pay his personal debts and to support his extravagant lifestyle at the expense of support payments for his children,” read the papers, obtained by the publication.

Richards filed for divorce in March 2005 after nearly three years of marriage. The former couple finalized the process the following year.

The “Drop Dead Gorgeous” actress also claimed Sheen failed to pay the $450,000 and instead diverted “over $600,000 in assets to adult family members and converting thousands of dollars into cash for his own personal use.”

Sheen’s rep had no comment.

Sheen, however, slammed his ex-wife in a statement to The Blast.

“D and her legal posse traffic only in fiction my day in court is painfully overdue,” he said. “She is behaving like a coward and the truth will prevail.”

3. Gym. Tan. Breakup.

Ronnie Ortiz-Magro and Jen Harley have reportedly called it quits again after she accused the “Jersey Shore” star of spending time on a boat with another woman over the holiday weekend. Harley, 31, made the allegations via now-deleted Instagram stories.

“Is this love???!! Or is this a mistake??” she captioned a now-deleted photo of what appeared to be Ortiz-Magro, 33, and a woman on a boat. “This is Ron this weekend with another girl again,” she wrote in another story.

She continued the roundup by posting a quote from Shelly Lewis about addiction: “Addiction not only hurts the addict. It hurts the family, kids, friends and the people who try to help them.” Ortiz-Magro completed a 30-day stay in treatment for depression and alcohol abuse earlier this year, and said on a recent episode of “Jersey Shore Family Vacation” that he feels “really good.”

She ended her Instagram story by going after both MTV and Ortiz-Magro by saying: “I’m the one bullied and abused by everyone just bc I don’t post the things that happen to me doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen !! Isn’t it weird you never hear my side?? Bc I don’t need to tell it.”

A source told People that they are indeed “broken up. She’s moved out of the house. Ron wants to focus on his daughter and her well-being.”

4. Demi Lovato wants her fans to know the truth.

The “Sorry Not Sorry” singer, 27, conquered her “biggest fear” when she posted an unedited picture of herself wearing PilyQ’s jungle bandeau top ($76) and matching high-waisted bottoms ($72) on Instagram to show fans what she really looks like without Photoshop.

“This is my biggest fear. A photo of me in a bikini unedited. And guess what, it’s CELLULIT!!!! I’m just literally sooooo tired of being ashamed of my body, editing it (yes the other bikini pics were edited – and I hate that I did that but it’s the truth) so that others think I’m THEIR idea of what beautiful is, but it’s just not me,” she wrote alongside the photo.

“This is what I got.”

Since surviving her near-fatal drug overdose last year, Lovato explained she’s starting a “new chapter” in which she wants to live an “authentic” life instead of caving to Hollywood’s pressures.

“So here’s me, unashamed, unafraid and proud to own a body that has fought through so much and will continue to amaze me when I hopefully give birth one day,” she shared, adding that she’s done committing herself to an unrealistic diet and exercise lifestyle.

“It’s such a great feeling to be back in tv/film while not stressing myself with a strenuous workout schedule before 14 hour days, or depriving myself from a real birthday cake rather than opting for watermelon & whip cream with candles because I was terrified of REAL cake and was miserable on some crazy diet s–t,” Lovato explained.

5. Jeremy Renner is shutting down his app after trolls impersonated the “Avengers: Endgame” star on the platform.

“The app has jumped the shark. Literally,” Renner said in a message posted to the app. “Due to clever individuals that were able to manipulate ways to impersonate me and others within the app I have asked ESCAPEX, the company [that] runs this app to shut it down immediately and refund anyone who has purchased any stars over the last 90 days.”

He added, “What was supposed to be a place for fans to connect with each other has turned into a place that is everything I detest and can’t or won’t condone.”

The 48-year-old actor apologized to his fans and asked that they still connect with him on other social media platforms.

“My sincere apologies for this to have not turned out the way it was intended,” he said. “To all the super-fans who have supported me with your words or encouragement, amazing art, stories and time shared on the app, a genuine THANK YOU and I hope to see you on Instagram, Twitter, YouTube and Facebook.”

Renner launched the app in 2017 to connect with his fanbase and share exclusive content.

[wigglygirlamanda-blog]

Bedtime, Awards, and Garnishes

I’m feeling talkative today so let me illustrate for you one of the cooler parts of the past few weeks...

I was starting the bed time routine with my kids and got a notification on my phone that an email was in my inbox. I quickly glanced and saw that it was from a tasting competition. I get a lot of emails like this wanting us to submit to tasting competitions and I thought they were just sending a blanket email, so I went about reading books and tucking in...and re-tucking in and extra hugs and kisses, and a cry from dying of thirst (my kids try everything to get out of bedtime).

 Finally the kids were out cold and I proceeded with MY night time routine of munching on the binge worthy snacks that I don’t want my kids sniping from me.

I put on my pj’s and plop on the couch and put my feet up. I do my normal social media duties of checking out facebook, popping on instagram, check out my snaps, and play around with some Wiggly photos taken earlier in the day. I’m about half a bag in on my cheese balls when I decide to get some emails out of the way. This particular one says...

“Dear Amanda, The Fifty Best recently hosted an Aged Rum Tasting. I am very happy to inform you that Wiggly Bridge Small Barrel Gold Rum was awarded a Gold medal.”

I stand up with cheese ball crumbs and pieces of a previously devoured chocolate bar falling everywhere and say to my husband David WE GOT GOLD! He says NO SHIT and I say NO SHIT and I immediately dive into the details of the results. 

You see that’s the important part. 

The details.

Who were we in comparison to? If we were up against a generic rum, it wouldn’t be something to hugely celebrate. What’s amazing about this is that we were rubbing shoulders (the bottle was) with 5 and 10 year rums made in the Caribbean and still took home gold! 

I realize this is huge and I go to call my father-in-law. By this point it is 10pm. I go to call him about 3 times each time hesitating that I’m probably going to wake him, so I just forward him the email saying NO SHIT.

It takes about 10 minutes and I get an email back.. YES! he’s awake...and his response was probably the best email I will ever get from him and probably in general. 

You see, Dave is very business minded. He’s really good at separating business from emotion and that’s what makes him good at what he does. What I personally find incredibly awesome about things he will respond with an “oh cool.” Then he’ll go about his way managing all he does and making more award winning hooch. I usually bring enough excitement for the both of us, so it works. 

This email response though, was so unlike him, but SO SO real I will probably keep it forever. It’s all I could have ever hoped in a response to something like this. 

I’ve cut and pasted his response and then deleted it probably 10 times to show here, but not sure he’d be thrilled. SO I’ll leave it up to your imagination to piece together what he wrote back. Let’s just say there were a lot of HOLY SHITS and OH MY GODS. If you’re really interested, let me know and I can read it to you (Don’t be mad Dave).

Some equally as exciting news is that we filled our first barrel of our New England Single Malt Whisky. It won’t be ready for a while, but boy will it be delicious. I get to be a part of making history with Wiggly Bridge Distillery and it’s awesome.

We were all over the place with events again from the Vineyard to North Conway, NH with our friends from Dole & Bailey. Here are a few snaps with Wiggly in the the Wild. 

If you decide to participate in #WigglyintheWild I highly suggest you check out your surroundings as Brian and Kevin almost became a bear’s lunch that was hiding in a den. I’m sure they’d be happy to tell you about their 3 foot long “fishing” story. Haha (sorry guys I had to)

Ashleigh and I participated in some Thirst (Boston’s Cocktail Festival) seminars which were a lot of fun. We started out with a class on low proof cordials, liquors, and aperitifs. Learning about their properties and what makes them good for cocktails. This was up Ashleigh’s alley as she is our lead mixologist! We don’t use these types of "mixers” at the cocktail bar yet, but you never know what the future holds! 

The next class was completely up my alley as it was all about creating a beautiful cocktail using garnishes. We had to sign a waver because we were using knives and we went to town and got to enjoy a drink as well!

Above is a cute sandal made out of lemon and lime peels! 

I tried to do a bridge and it failed horribly, but I had fun trying!

Definitely not a task to add to our summer drinks, but we learned some fun things to do in the slower months. Basically the take away was that you can really impress people with your presentation and when you take time to create a masterpiece, they’ll never forget it. 

Last class was called Bar Science and as technical as it sounds, it was very informative and interesting! We had a blind taste test on daiquiris and we had to say which was our favorite. One of them had day old lime juice (I didn’t pick that one!) and it’s amazing how you can taste differences and stressing the importance of freshly squeezed juices. 

Other than that, I’ve been sharpening my skills behind the bar and just doing what I do. 

I feel like I could go on and on...as usual but I’ll leave you with this one last reminder...

Tomorrow is the big night with Steve Corman from Vena’s Fizz House so I hope to see you there! Maybe I’ll even read you Dave’s email :-D

Cheers!

#wigglybridgedistiller rum barrelaged awardwinning local family craft cocktails imbibe mixology craftcocktails york maine