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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 2 months

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Lovers

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Mat Barzal x Latina!reader

Synop: y/n locks eyes with a stranger one night and it leads to uncertain 'relationship' between the two; a one night stand leads to too many nights.

a/n: no smut but very suggestive, y/n is emotionaly unavaliable 😪, in a way i replace the smut with humor bc i think im funny 😔 angst + fluff, black cat reader x sunshine Matt in a sense ? Im indifferent w this work >:/

cw: mentions of drinking, cussing, suggestiveness

That stupid little red dress. The one you kept pulling down as it hiked up every step you took. That's what the oversized black leather jacket was for; to save the hassle but it didn't do much besides keeping you warm.

That same little red dress is on your bedroom floor, alongside with your black boots and his jeans with the belt still looped in them.

You locked eyes with him that same night in that crowded bar. You would never take him home but they way your makeup held that night and how the dress fitted you, it gave you confidence to do so.

It was difficult to fall asleep right after, the adrenaline had warm your body, too hot to sleep. But after some cooling down and examining his sharp facial features, you fell into a slumber.

With a well rested sleep, especially after that night, you woke up early. Fortunately so, you had plans with some friends late morning. You showered and thought of how to remove the man in your bed.

After getting dressed and putting your dress in the hamper, you picked up his discarded clothes from last night and messily folded them and chucked them at his bare back.

"Wakey wakey, no bakey." you sarcastically said in a loud enough voice to wake the nameless stranger. You were sure he had told you his name but had forgotten.

The nameless stranger stirred and moaned as he flipped over under the sheets. He rubbed his eyes trying to focus on your dressed self at the foot of the bed. You could see a smirk creep on his face as he realized what happened last night.

"Get dressed." you demand in a softer voice this time. You made your way to your side of the bed and started to make the bed, prompting him to actually move and get dressed.

"Jeez, no good morning or-" he finally sat up and started to put on his boxers,

"No. I have plans and can't have a stranger in my house." You walked around to start to make his side of your bed.

He stood up towering over you, "you did last night." he said with another smirk of his, his chest was bare and he messed with his belt buckle.

"Not alone in my house." you tilted up to look at him, moving him out of the way with your hips, folding the sheets back over.

You grabbed his shirt and pushed him with it towards the front door,

"I would like to see you again." he said as he quickly slid his shirt over his head,

You laughed, "I'm sure you would, bye bye." you closed and locked the door after him and continued to get ready.

The next weeknight you were relaxing after work, eating dinner on the couch watching some tv. As soon as you placed your bowl down, you heard soft knocks at your door.

You looked through the peephole and your eyes widened as you saw the same face of the guy who was in your sheets a few days ago.

You opened the door ajar, "What the hell are you doing here?" your eyebrows furrowed together.

"I wasn't joking when I said I wouldn't mind seeing you again." He stood with his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Maybe you don't understand the concept of a one night stand but it usually happens only one night."

He laughed at your explanation, "I know what we did. I'm just saying if you don't mind, we can hang out again."

"I don't want to be in a relationship or even date for that matter." you opened the door more as to where the conversation was going.

"Neither do I." he stated to your surprise.

"Are you implying to be fuck buddies?" you whispered the term as you two were having the conversation in a public hallway.

He struggled to hold back a laugh, "In a few words, yes."

"Okay." you relaxed against the door,

"Okay?" he questioned not understanding your answer,

"Yeah, sure." you agreed to the relation.

"Cool, we should share numbers then." he pulled out his phone and passed it to you. The new contact page had your name typed out in the right box.

"You remember my name?" you looked up at him after typing your number in.

"Yeah, what you don't remember mine?" he joked expecting a laugh but you still couldn't remember his name. He saw the slight worry in your eyes and smiled,

"It's Mat." you passed his phone back and he saved the contact,

"Sorry," you said sheepishly.

"No worries." he said as if he had been embarrassed too. But he kept standing there.

"Do you want to- tonight?" you asked indifferent of his intentions when coming over to your place.

"I mean I wasn't expecting it on my drive over here but I'm down..." he leaned forward onto the doorway.

With his face inches way from yours, you leaned forward, caressing his loose hair strands,

"I'm not. I'm on my period, so goodnight Mat." you pulled away from the tension and slightly pushed his chest away.

“Wait. We could still hang, watch a movie or something.” he tried to negotiate but failed,

"Yeah, no. Text me in a week and I should be free, goodnight." you quickly closed the door before he could speak anymore.

Mat had given you a full week to meet up again and it was awkward at first on your behalf. The first night with him after the bar really only happened with the help of alcohol but to plan accordingly sober was very different.

He called you, not texted, and gave you the option to see him at his place or yours. You told him yours to lessen the anxiety.

It was silly you thought. Panicking over sleeping with a guy who had already seen you naked. It was probably the fact that he wanted to see you again in that state that made you overthink so much.

But at the end of the night he came, he also came to your place.

And it became a system. He called to see you. You texted to see him. It went on for months of pure sex. Nothing else as you pledged the second time you saw him. But there were moments were he broke his pledge. Moments where he was becoming more of a friend than a fuck buddy.

When he had time the mornings after he was generous to cook you breakfast,

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey" he mocked you from the first morning. He brought you a plate of a simple but nutritional breakfast and a glass of orange juice to his bed.

You groaned to be woken up but loved the smell of food in the morning, "Is this all for me?" you asked half asleep, reaching for the fork but he pulled the plate away,

"No, actually it's just for me. Your plate is in the kitchen." he deadpanned. Still half asleep you slowly blinked at what he said.

"I'm just kidding," he passed you the fork, "Just a joke because of your lack of hospitality from the first night." you noted he wasn't going to let that go for a while.

"I said I was sorry but that night was different from what we have now." you said before taking a bite of your food.

"I know. It's just fun teasing you." he said softly as he watched you eating his food.

This was from the first weeks. You had kept some walls up because from your standpoint it was all and only sex. But something about Mat forced you to open with him. With a smooth transition, the two of you became friends with benefits from fuck buddies.

II.

Mat found it easy to let your walls down by making you laugh but in other words he teased you, so he laughed at you but it all good and fun when you teased him back.

From the very beginning Mat favored talking over the phone rather than text. For your relationship, texting seemed easier and more practical because you didn't mind him just sending 'are you free?' and that be a sign that he wanted to come over. But no, for him he always wanted to have a long conversation about whatever and end the call with, "okay I'll be on my way soon."

And you always obliged, when you texted first he wouldn't text back but immediately call. So one night you decided to ignore his calls and just text him. You knew it would annoy him so even better for a small joke to play.

y/n

hey are you free after practice?

mat

Missed call

y/n

i can't talk right now

mat

Missed call

y/n

so are you free or not?

mat

Missed call

y/n

i guess not

mat

Why are you not answering my calls??

y/n

I just told you.

mat

Incoming call

After you laughed at your own entertainment you finally answered his call, contradicting what you had said.

"I thought you couldn't talk right now." he said through a grin, knowing you were lying.

"I didn't want to talk but you always want to." you admitted

"That's because I like hearing your voice. Although I can hear the sas in your texts just as fine."

"So are you free or not?" you had to get to business before he asked you more questions-

"How was your day?" he asked like always.

You rolled your eyes, "It was fine. Are you free?"

"Mine was pretty good too. Practice went great actually, thanks for asking." he said very sarcastically.

"Mat.'

"Yes?" he said too cheerful

"Are you free?"

"Like right now? Or in a couple of hours. I'm still kind of sweaty. Unless you like that type of stuff-"

Without hesitation you ended the call. Not that you were mad, just a bit annoyed but you knew it would make Mat desperate leaving him high and dry.

mat

Missed call

You kept declining his incoming calls and didn't bother to text because if he did want to see you tonight he would eventually text.

mat

I'll be there in an hour

y/n

III.

A different morning you felt him twirling your hair in his hands,

"What are you doing?" you muttered into his cold sheets

"Trying to braid your hair." he whispered back, fully focused on trying to figure out a pattern.

"Don't. You'll just knot it even more." He didn't give up until a minute later because he was in fact knotting your hair.

You turned around after you felt his hands drop,

"Can you teach me?" he asked

"Youtube it." you whispered with your eyes closed

"I'll learn quicker from you." you felt his hands lightly touch your cheek making you lock eyes with him.

You quickly maneuvered to pull him in by the back of his neck. He smirked awaiting for a kiss, but you pulled his shaggy hair causing him to squeal,

"Ow?! that hurt." his eyes turned sad with his pouted lips,

"I just wanted to see how long your hair is. Not long enough to braid." you massaged the back of his head to soothe the pain.

You sat up straight and pulled your hair forward to slowly teach him a three strand braid. After a what felt like forever he kind of got it.

IV.

Overtime Mat broke your walls completely and you enjoyed every second talking and being with him but there were moments that brought you back to reality. The reality of what the relationship was.

It was Valentines day and you hadn't thought anything major about it. Mat would be busy that night like he mentioned before so you would spend it alone.

If he was free he would spend the night like always but you thought it would be weird to buy him something because you're only friends as you reminded yourself many times. You didn't expect anything from him either.

But he took you by surprise by showing up at your door with a huge bouquet of roses and your favorite chocolate.

"What are those?" you asked baffled from your door

"Rosses and chocolate obviously." he said with a smile

"I thought you said you were busy tonight." you still couldn't believe he actually got you something.

"I lied. I wanted to surprise you."

"Well I'm surprised!" you finally moved to let him in, taking the abnormally large bouquet of flowers to place them on your table,

"I didn't get you anything." you admitted waiting to see his disappointment,

"That's fine. I assumed you expected nothing but I still wanted to get you something. Being with you tonight is enough." he walked towards you and kissed you. It was a different kind of kiss than all the ones you shared before. This one felt genuine and not of lust. It was slow and as he deepened the kiss he was careful to not be so rough.

You felt your heart twang and your stomach fill with anxiety like from the very first nights. Even though you reciprocated with every motion in your body, you pushed him away. You stared up at him questioning everything that had happened to lead up to this moment,

"I'll make it up to you," you tried to change your train of thought.

"How?" he had that smirk on his face again

"Don't act dumb." you began to push him towards your bedroom,

"Wait, what about your chocolate?" as if he cared about the damn chocoalte.

"We can eat it after."

You had to change the scenery quickly to avoid those thoughts. You tried to excuse his behavior as him being nice but you knew too well it was more than that.

"Here's your chocolate, my sweets," he bowed to you in your bed. He had never used an endearing nickname before but you let it slide like all the other things.

"Thanks," he climbed back into your bed taking a piece for himself,

"So I was thinking," he said while chewing,

"Oh that's not good." you joked,

"Ha ha" he sarcastically laughed, "You should come to one of my games. I can get you a good view and maybe you'll like it."

You swiftly gasped almost choking on your chocolate, "Me at your game?"

"That is what I said, yes." he cleaned some chocolate off your lips with his thumb, catching you off guard.

"Okay, sounds fun I guess." you said with very clear uncertainty.

"Doesn't sound like fun,” he laughed at your nerves but reassured you, "I want you to see me play in person, it's only one game. And if you don't like it or we lose miserably I'll make it up to you."

"How will you make it up to me?" you smirked to yourself,

"Don't act dumb." he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek and neck making you squirm.

Moments like these, filled with bliss made you forget all your worries. But the hours before the actual game, your nerves sank back in.

You dressed accordingly and sat in the stands trying to follow the game. Seeing Mat distinguished by his number felt surreal almost. It was a side of Mat you didn’t indulge in often or at all.

He talked about hockey every now and then but it was very brief. To see him skate as fast as he could was shocking. To see him get slammed into the boards was more than shocking but concerning.

You were alone in your seat. Trying to follow the quick pace game. Looking around at the fans with his jersey number. You felt like an outsider even though the player himself had invited you to be there.

When the game ended and the Islanders had won you weren’t bored. You were glad you saw Mat play in person and see the team win. Mat gave you instructions where to meet him after the game.

After some wrong turns and almost giving up trying to find the locker room, you found a sweaty Matt walking in the halls,

“Hey you made it!” he jogged up to you for a quick hug and a quick kiss. Another action of Matt that surprised you. The two of you never kissed in public.

“I want you to meet some of my teammates.” His body radiated of excitement and giddiness.

“Sure,” you agreed with fake excitement. You were definitely not expecting such socialization with Matt’s close friends.

He introduced you to his teammates as a ‘good friend’ with an arm wrapped around you the whole time. The whole situation was nauseating. His teammates were kind but the whole thing was very confusing; as to what this introduction was or what you and Matt were.

You were able to end the introductions early when you told Matt you didn’t feel good, which wasn’t that far off from the truth,

“Are you okay to drive home?” he asked

“Yeah I’m just have a bad headache.”

“Okay I’ll see you tonight then?” Matt had planned to be with you after the game but you felt it would be better to have some time alone,

“Actually I think I’ll go asleep alone tonight. I’m just worn out.” you tried your best to lie and it barely worked.

“Okay I’ll call tomorrow.” You hum in agreement before almost running out of that arena.

On the drive home you felt your heart beat faster than you ever felt before. Things were getting too real you said to yourself in the car.

You and Matt had promised since the very beginning that this wouldn’t be anything more. But that promise had long been broken. You knew things had to slow down or stop completely, but only one of those options were possible.

You thought it would be best to see him at his place rather than your own. So you called him,

“Y/n calling me? It can’t be.” He joked

“Mat can I see you later tonight?” You asked in all seriousness ignoring his joke,

“You know you can y/n.”

“Great I’ll see you later.” You kept the call short, ignoring his calls right after.

When he opened his door for you, he cradled your face and smothered you with kisses. Something he sometimes did when he was in a happy mood.

You hated yourself for what you were about to do,

“Matt we need to talk,” you pushed him away only to see him lean in again, “What? Is it about the game? I thought I had pretty good night. What did you think?”

You despised how your eyes started to tear up but you kept a straight voice,

“We need to end this.”

“What?” He laughed as if he didn’t hear you correctly.

“Whatever this is. Things are getting too personal. They have been for weeks now and I should’ve been more persistent but I am now.”

“What are you talking about?” His hands dropped from your arms to his sides,

“Whatever this was is over.”

“This is over? Just like that?” He scoffed starting to become agitated, he didn’t understand where this was coming from,

“Yeah how else would you end a fuck buddy relationship?” You retaliated in attitude and nerves.

“But this isn’t a fuck buddy relationship! Not when I’m love with you!”

Mat never failed to surprise you but you should have seen this coming.

“You don’t mean that.” you unconsciously replied.

“The fuck I don’t!” His frustration was making things difficult so you had lied next,

“There’s someone else.” You tried to hold eye contact to make things believable but Mat knew better,

“Who?”

“You don’t know him.”

“So you see commitment in this ‘guy’ but not with me? The man you’ve been fucking with the past months.”

“That’s all it was Mat, it was just sex.”

“Thats bullshit! You’re telling me that you don’t feel anything more for me than just a fuck buddy?” His eyes looked dark with sadness and tears welling up,

“I told you from the beginning that I wanted nothing more. You promised too.” You lowered your voice to lessen the awful tension.

“Well I guess I broke that promise.” He stood there waiting for you say something but you didn’t know what else to say. So he broke the silence,

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.” his voice wavered,

“Mat.”

“I love you and you’re scared of being with me fully but I can wait because I don’t believe there is another guy.”

“Mat stop.”

“I’ve been in love with you probably since the very beginning and I’ll still love you for a long time.” He rambled trying to reach for your touch but you had to conclude things.

“Mat, I don’t love you.” You said harshly to get your point across.

You moved his arms from reaching yours, “There is another guy and I need to keep my options open while I’m young. You should too.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered leaving his apartment.

It had been weeks when you broke his heart. He didn’t give up even after that horrible fight. He continued to call and text. He even showed up to your place but kept silent.

You tried to not cry for him or the ended relationship. It wasn’t fair or right but it had to be done. That’s at least what you told yourself every night before going to asleep.

Mat would find someone better and move on. It would be like nothing ever happened between you two. Just lost in history.

He eventually stop calling and showing up at your door. It was the first steps to finally moving on you told yourself.

“Who’s ‘M’?” Your friend had pulled you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You were making dinner for your guest as it was rare to have her over.

“This.” She showed you the polaroid. It was the polaroid Mat had toke of you one of your mornings.

~~~

“Stop snooping.” You watched him walking around your room, observing your shelves and tables.

“I’m not snooping. Just looking.” He grabbed the white polaroid you had gotten as a gift from your shelve.

“Now you’re touching.” You said from the comfort of your bed,

“Say cheese.” He climbed over you to take a picture,

“It’s too early for a photoshoot.” You held your hands up blocking the lens,

“C’mon just one photo,” be begged trying to move your hands,

“I don’t feel pretty.” You pulled your comforter above your face,

He leaned down to slowly pull down the comforter, “You always look pretty,” he whispered as he softly kissed you.

Catching you off guard he took a quick shot of you smiling. He wrote the date and his initial in sharpie after snooping in your desk.

~~~

“He’s just some guy.” You say nonchalantly avoiding the possible topic.

“Did he take this picture?” Of course she asks,

“Yeah he did.” You replied,

“This isn’t the same guy from that bar right?” You didn’t tell her much about Mat. Just that you were seeing someone very casually.

“He is actually, or was.” You tried to focus on the chopped vegetables rather than the sad eyes Mat looked at you with.

“What do you mean was?” She persisted and you gave in explaining everything.

“Hold up. This guy obviously cares about you, even told you that he loves you and you turned him down?”

“This is why I didn’t tell you everything.”

“Because you don’t want to hear the truth that this guy loves you. Love. The things everybody wants. And you just give it up like that.”

“He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with me!”

“Why the hell not!? He had every reason to. Do you love him?” You hated how she asked the most difficult yet important questions.

“I don’t know.” You said half heartedly.

“You don’t know.” Her eyes pierced yours as you kept lying to yourself and others over and over again.

“It would never work me and him! He has a busy schedule and-“ you start the excuses,

“Oh but not busy enough to fuck each other!”

“Y/n be real. Let’s put the lies and excuses away. Why can’t you let yourself be happy for once while you have the chance?”

“You don’t understand. I broke his heart. I saw it in his face when I told him I didn’t love him. I don’t deserve to see him again or to ask for another chance.“

“Well I think everyone deserves a second chance. And if he truly loves you, he can understand your point of view.”

She forced you to see him again. You still couldn’t see why you should let yourself be happy even after breaking his heart. But you were on your way to his place with the same pit of anxiety in your stomach.

You didn’t call or text before to see if he was home. You didn’t want him to decline your request before seeing him in person, so you knocked on his door.

The moment he opened the door your heart ached. His face was visibly sad and his eyes red. You wanted to run away again but you couldn’t feel anything but pity and guilt.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure” His voice was deep and raspy. His face lacked emotion except when he saw you, he didn’t think he would see you again.

The silence of the apartment was deafening and uncomfortable, but you took a seat on his couch, signaling him to do the same.

“Mat, I am so sorry for the things that I said and did throughout everything. I didn’t mean any of it.”

You paused to collect your shaky breath and thoughts,

“You’re right. I am scared to be with you fully because you’re the most important and life changing thing that has happened to me and it terrifies me. From the beginning I only wanted something simple with no strings attached but then everything started to become so real without us even discussing it! I can’t blame you for treating me like how any girl dreams to be treated, I just wish we had slowed down and talked about things first and then maybe I wouldn’t have lied about there being someone else. Because there isn’t, I mean how could there be when you’ve been always by my side? What im trying to say is that if somehow you don’t hate me, hopefully we can start again?”

You could hear your pulse banging in your ears when he didn’t say anything. He just looked at you indifferently but still with those red eyes.

“You’re right too. I was in the wrong to continue things like we were official and not talk about it. I should I have said something earlier before I asked you to meet the guys. Maybe before Valentine’s Day too, that was probably a surprise.” He laughs at his lighthearted joke to soothe the tension, making you laugh too with tears falling down your face.

“You brought me a bouquet the size of a tire, so I was a little bit surprised.”

Both you laughed at how ridiculously huge those flowers were but of how sweet the gesture was. Mat broke the sweet silence with a question that had been left unanswered,

“Y/n, do you love me?”

You sympathized for him, the look of sincerity and incandescent love he had for you. You nod your head with a tearful smile.

He breaked into glossy eyed smile as he reached over to embrace and kiss you. A replica, but somehow better, kiss of the Valentine’s Day one. A slow but passionate kiss of pure adoration and love. He pulled away after what felt enough for now,

“I have to hear you say it though,” he states

“Say what?” You licked your lips eyeing his before meeting his eyes,

He slightly cocked his head to the side, “Don’t act dumb.”

“I love you, Mathew Barzal.”

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souryogurt64 · 6 months

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that was SUCH a nail in the coffin analysis ive always felt weird abt how mcr and their fans have been operating ever since they came back and u put it into words 😭 like i genuinely think mcr is still effectively broken up and only came back bc they missed a) each other/performing occasionally kinda and b) MONEYYYY because a full tour and multiple makeup palette launches with no album out after like four years is insane! (i get that the pandemic mightve shifted their schedule maybe but lets be real) and i think mcr fans are subconsciously hurt by this and somehow the revisionist history of mcr being freedom fighter genderqueer activists that threw the first brick at warped tour makes them feel better about it?? like "oh this band has values so surely they wouldnt come back from a breakup JUST to take my money"

I actually think that back in 2018-2019 the band originally intended to record and release an album and then were not able to follow through. I think COVID probably affected people’s mental health or drawing out the creative process for several years more than originally planned led to the same tensions that resulted in the band breaking up coming back to the surface.

The earliest MCR reunion leak was actually in Spring of 2018 by SWMRS (lol) and had probably been going on for a long time prior to that. They have had plenty of time to record an album, they either just can’t or don’t want to.

The initial reunion announcement had a lot of really stylized and specific imagery that was new and not nostalgia bait at all. It also felt very extra for just a tour. I don’t religiously pay attention to MCR but they have been doing a lot of stuff to try and keep the album hype going as we head into 2024, like flashing a 5 symbol at shows. I feel like that type of thing was more prevalent early on, but it’s been 4 1/2 years (!!!) so it’s hard to remember.

Also, I joined bandom in Feb-March of 2013 and all throughout the hiatus through reunion leaks in 2018 (so 5 years), MCR were constantly doing things. They each had solo projects (Frank several) and Gerard was doing comics and a TV show. Plus, the band released CW, several demos, and merch.

Over the last 4-5 years, they have basically had one tour and that was it. What have they been doing this entire time? Nothing?

Also, an album that was significantly delayed or didn’t pan out would explain Frank’s garage sale fiasco. The FOB reunion was originally prompted by a blog post from Patrick complaining about how he had blown his savings on Soul Punk and it failed— so if Frank had invested personally in LS Dunes banking on a MCR album, that might explain why he needed to auction off sweatbands as well as the band getting snippy on socials about how they can’t “afford” to film a video.

And like, no, nobody is “owed” a MCR reunion or MCR album or “owed” closure and if they want to fuck off and drink virgin Pina Coladas in Tijuana for the rest of eternity and play WWWY and Riot once every 4 years or something they can

But stringing fans along with “cryptic messages” for 5 years and not making any kind of acknowledgement in the press is weird and like you said, I think explains a lot of the obnoxious holier-than-thou behavior from the fandom. During the time MCR have been “back,” FOB, Avril Lavigne, Blink, and probably other people have gone from varying degrees of hiatus to being well into full touring and promotional cycles for new material which has also made MCR less and less special. Those acts didn’t set outrageously high and dramatic expectations beforehand like MCR did either.

I also really don’t intend to be disrespectful or make assumptions but I think Gerard especially has a long history with drug/alcohol issues in relation to performing and doing touring before the album was even recorded may have led them to delay stuff to (at best) prevent any issues arising.

And like maybe their bodyguard is telling the truth and there will still be an album. But planning a reunion starting in 2017 at the absolute latest, recording and releasing a single in 2019+playing reunion shows, and not releasing the album until 2024 at the earliest is not really a normal schedule and at best is indicative that they ran into issues along the way.

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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HI OMG!! i just read ur shuri x reader transfer student fic and i absolutely love it so much!! what ab reader taking shuri to one of the football games and just seeing how the hbcu culture is?? like the band, the majorette team, the cheerleaders, the sororities and fraternities??? like shuri would fall in love with the environment i feel like.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN SOMETHING!!! i actually LOVE this idea so much bc I WAS THINKING THE SAME THINGGGGG. we see each otha!! (i switch between using 3rd and 2nd person pov when i do headcanons so i apologize if its confusing!!)

so, a lil backstory

when reader was in high school, they HATEDDD football games and pep rallies

they were so boring.

like you know the song called the horse by cliff nobles?? the song like every damn high school band played??

even readers school couldn't play that shit right. just bland.

so when reader began attending an hbcu as a freshman, and they did football games RIGHT???? oh my god reader was on cloud nine.

they've liked these football games ever since

and they wanted to make sure that shuri had the same experience as them when they first started going to school

so the first game rolls around on friday

and you're taking a walk with shuri (yall started taking these daily campus walks together.. a lil gay if you ask me 👀)

and so you finally break the news about the football game

i would assume wakanda is more knowing of soccer than football games, but they certainly dont live under rocks, i think they know what "football" is

nonetheless, shuri was mad confused when you told her that people dance and play songs of the black american culture at these games

but she's also very intrigued

you explain more thoroughly, and that was all it took for her to be onboard

i mean, she was hella excited for it.

so when the day finally comes, you were planning to pick up shuri, but lo and behold

that girl came to pick YOU up!

she's knocking on your dorm door, and your roommate is raising an eyebrow at you while shes doing her makeup.

"girl i told michael to pick me up at 5.. what is he doing here so early?"

and you too thought it was her date.

but you go and open the door, and see shuri standing there, wearing a hoodie of y'alls school and some jeans

and you already KNOW she got that short hair 😩

shes looking down at you with a smile, leaning on the side of your door.

"uh-- hey. i know you said you were coming to get me but i felt kinda bad because i let you get me all of the time since you know the campus better, but i thought me coming here was the least i could do to save you some trouble."

she's just smiling.

and your roommates mouth is wide open

you're literally so shocked, and kinda embarrassed because you weren't ready whatsoever.

guess wakandans really dont be playing about being on time, chile.

"uh, um-- give me one second hahahah." you have the most awkward laugh its hilarious

and shuri is so sweet about it she just nods at you and lets you close the door.

the moment you close that door??? omfg, your roommate is on your ASS

"OH? SO YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND DIDN'T FEEL LIKE TELLING ME? AND SHE'S LITERALLY THE PRIN--"

the way you hush her almost immediately, hoping and praying to god shuri didn't hear that.

she did.

"shut up! shes literally just my friend! i told her about the game tonight." your cheeks are on FIRE i mean you're so embarrassed.

your roommate doesnt believe that one bit LMFAO

"yeah okay... you better get out this dorm before i go and ask her how long y'all been dating."

you never walked faster out of there.

coming face to face with shuri again was.. awkward.

for you

but shuri seemed so unfazed by it

"hi! are you ready to go?" she's just grinning. when i tell yall she is EXCITED

"yeah! of course.. sorry about all of that."

"no worries. i understand it was a bit sudden."

god she was always SO understanding, it made you melt.

and of course, you two are off to the football field.

fast forward to when y'all are at the game

shuri is having a blast! somehow she managed to pick up how the game of football even works very quickly!

and then we get to half time...

oh my god, shuri is in a TRANCE.

them majorettes are making her ass FOLD

she was having a gay panic attack chile

all them pretty women out there in those outfits, doing dance moves that oozes pure grace and sexiness???

yeah shes done for

she also REALLY enjoys the band. they're playing songs she's never heard of before, but she's definitely asking you when y'all are walking home what exactly the band was playing LMFAOO

i like to think that during the football game she's getting attention she didn't realize she'd get

probably bc shes.. i dont know, THE PRINCESS OF WAKANDA???

but nonetheless, she's happily greeting people and carrying on like normal

and shes just having a blast with you

she's pretty sad when its all over 😭

time really flew by

and ofc, y'alls team won the football game.

some people were having parties after the game

but shuri wanted to take yet another walk instead

so y'all did

and this is where she shared all her thoughts

"that was so much fun!! i really think i'm gonna like it here. it kinda reminded me of wakanda a little bit." you could tell she was a tad bit home sick after mentioning her home country, but she brushed it off.

in order to distract her, y'all kept talking about the marching band and the music they played.

this is quite literally how she formed an entire taste of american music because she found out what songs were being played 😭

(btw, i think she has an obsession with michael jacksons music)

ugh if this was one of her fav experiences, just imagine homecoming for her!!!

this got to be a bit long, my bad 😭

requests are still open!! come n chat with me about shuri amen lights and walls 😌

#shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #black reader #sam answers asks #headcanons #marvel headcanons #sam is obsessed with shuri #hbcu!shuri

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wttcsms · 2 months

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sorry if you're not comfortable answering this, but I saw you say that you've been diagnosed with depression. how did you know when to seek help?

tl;dr: from a young age, i never lived a healthy lifestyle with an easy pace. i (and maybe even my family) put too much pressure on me, and i never really coped with it in a healthy manner. my attempt at handling things "with ease" and "not stressing" was actually just me bottling up my emotions, and it's not until things started getting really bad that i finally sought help.

nothing uncomfy abt it at all! discussion of mental health is pretty important! tbh, i never thought i would have depression or be diagnosed with it; i started showing symptoms for around a year before i started really thinking to myself, hey, i think there might be something up with me mentally and this isn't just some silly, quirky thing i'm going through. ever since i was around 18, i went through great lengths to ensure i would achieve maximum academic success but while being a full-time college student and consistently working 60+ hours a week (70+ during the summer bc my junior year internship was so intense; i also went to college 2 years early, so i think that's when the internal pressure to "do well in life" began) was taking a massive toll on me mentally and physically. i would survive off of 4-5 hours of sleep, consume concerning amounts of caffeine, i was losing hair, i was losing drastic amounts of weight, i was breaking out and breaking down, and even when i got better, i still wasn't fully ever healed from that experience purely bc my schedule just never slowed down.

i am still a full-time student, i am still working 7 days a week, leading to 60+ hours (40 hours internship, 20 hours at my weekend part-time job). on top of that, i am in the second to last semester of my grad school, i help out around the house bc after my older sister moved out, i took over the eldest daughter duties, i am still holding myself to a very high standard academically (already planning to apply to phd programs, studying for the cpa exam, already have another summer internship lined up). i knew things were getting bad because 1) i am finally older (im abt to turn 21! yay!) and i realized that the lifestyle i'm living isn't healthy and 2) a lot of my behaviors didn't feel "normal" to me anymore. it finally hit me around two months ago, when i realized that i sort of lost my love for fanfiction. i've been in a weird mood where i didn't want to read any fanfic whatsoever, but i chalked it up to being "too busy" and focused on other things. when i couldn't even find the energy to read my own mutual's fanfic, i knew something was up bc i always try to power through and remain enthusiastic on my friends' behalf. more behaviors that were a cause for concern:

my disinterest in everything that brought me joy previously. sweet treats at the end of the day, coffee before work, buying makeup from sephora, cleaning my room (sounds silly, but i love having a clean living space and cleaning my room used to be a source of peace and joy for me), writing fanfiction, reading books, watching youtube videos, catching up on shows that would release weekly and that i used to count down the days to watch — none of it held my interest. i wasn't excited, i didn't care.

it wasn't just a lack of joy from things i loved, either. rejections from programs i looked forward to/rejections from opportunities, abysmal grades in class, looming deadlines that i most likely wouldn't make, growing assignments on my work to-do list; none of this elicited a reaction from me. there was no stress (that i was feeling; subconsciously, i think the stress was still there and i just refused to acknowledge it), but there also wasn't disappointment or sadness. i had no emotional response to anything, and that was very concerning to me, and the main reason i contacted my sister and then her boyfriend (who is a licensed psychiatrist)

i could sleep for 12+ hours a day. there are many days in the week where all i want to do is rot in bed. not even in a "go on my phone and dick around in bed" type of way, either. i would have certain days where i couldn't leave the bed. sometimes, i wouldn't even feel tired, but i would just sleep. my internship is wfh and if it was a slow day with no assignments, i would clock in and spend that whole day in my bed, sleeping. it got to the point where i wish work was busy so i would have something to force me out of bed. yes, i would be aware of my tiredness sometimes, but this felt different altogether. i just wanted to basically hibernate lol.

i had constant headaches. i thought it was because of the nature of my job, where i look at computer screens all day, or maybe it was bc i wasn't drinking enough water. i would also get unexplainable cramps sometimes.

tmi, but little to no pleasure and an extreme decline in interest in sex

i had extreme issues with focusing on work and studying; a lot of my work (and school materials) centers around thinking through problems and applying tax law or guidance to certain situations.

my diet fluctuated; some days, i wouldn't want to eat, yesterday, i gorged myself on food, eating to the point where even i had to pause and go wtf.

not very often was i randomly sad, nor did i ever want to kill myself or self-harm; when i was a teenager (17/18) and probably showing signs of depression, i was very irritable, angry, sad, and had suicidal thoughts, thought i was worthless, an idiot, etc. however, i mostly just feel empty and apathetic during my episodes now.

what helped me seek help was knowing that my behaviors and how i was feeling didn't feel healthy, but also, my best friend recently shared her diagnosis with me and i would have never thought she would be depressed. my sister's bf was also a major help in getting me comfortable to consider the possibility of having a mental illness and also in finding someone to talk to. hope this helps!

edit: forgot to mention it, but i exhibited many/all of those symptoms for around the past 3 months before ever seeking help. those behaviors started manifesting tremendously and seriously disrupting my daily life, and i knew i needed to do something to get my life back on track.

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volfoss · 1 year

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Franken faceup (finally lol) under the cut :) very very long and text heavy because i had a LOT to say with the new stuff I tried :)

^ mockup :) you can see the placing of a lot of the stitches shifted slightly and that it was pretty dark makeup around the eyes! My big inspo for this was early pics of avril lavigne since I wanted to capture that vibe in the way of silly skater girl in this doll. I very much was kind of on the fence on this one, going back and forth on what I would do with the doll (which is why I um was postponing working on the head [outside of painting it] until now) but was convinced I would go with this.

I promise you I had plans to use this mockup. It just did not feel right when I *did* get around to the faceup so I went into it with my usual tactic of ehh it's fine I'll figure it out later which either goes really well or really bad from my experience. I had gotten some tips from a friend of mine who is a PHENOMENAL doll artist so was very hyped to put those into use as well!

I started with blushing the normal resin, not even touching the other colors until I had already gotten this layer sealed so there would be less color contamination (or that was the hope lol)

I just was focused on building up the pinks in the VERY yellowed resin to hopefully balance it out a little (with my experience with very yellowed dolls, this helps a lot in making the color a bit more balanced and life like instead of just. YELLOW. And with this head being from ~2006, she needed all the help she could get lol)

Next coat was the dark purple which shocker. This paint gave me even more issues lmao in the way that I struggled getting my pastels dark enough to really blush the cheeks and lips :/

Like it's there a bit but not a ton and that was ok! My lip lines kept disappearing with my sealant so I added more and more each layer.

Eventually decided that the small areas I had to blush on the teal and the light purple could be done on the same layer, so did that next

Added a bit more of the lip lines and blush around the eye area on this layer too :)

Brows were SCARY bc i was going to be trying new tactics next coat but for now, just a simple pastel outline was my goal! I was SUPER torn on how to proceed with eyeshadow (whether neutral, bright or dark) so focused on everything else (mainly getting the body blushed and getting things to look good there).

Then well. I would like to say i was just gonna do a TINY bit of watercolor to darken the purple side of the lips but then i got lost in the sauce of watercolors, adding moles, freckles, liner, and lashes with it! My favorite thing about this method of sealant (and this is a drawback to some people but to me it's a fun part) is that sometimes dust or small hairs get trapped in the sealant. And why I find this fun is that I can turn it into facial features on the doll, ie moles or scars. It's something where obviously I would prefer to NOT have it in there and I could pick it out but on this doll I wanted to gain as much skin texture as possible on each color so I let it be as messy of a sealant job as I wanted, which is why she's got the moles you see on the normal resin :)

I also used watercolors to add a bit of color where the pastels were not working well (the dark purple and teal parts of the head were giving me grief so I just got my brush wet, dipped it in my watercolors and placed it where i needed it, dabbing at it with a dry [or wet depending on what I needed] makeup sponge cut into small squares. It helped add a bit of color to the lips especially and I was very happy with how it turned out!

I am THRILLED with it so I'm letting it dry a bit and then sealant time! Honestly i do not think this faceup could have gone better :) i was NOT expecting it to go well but it came together and it feels very much like my doll announced her personality of hey. This is what I wanna look like and who am I to not follow those vibes!

Bonus pic w the eyes in (not perfectly aligned bc i didn't wanna budge the paint, I will be making them look a bit better later but I just was ready to get a pic and then put gloss on lol) :)

Also bonus bonus pic of the finished hand bc i am so so happy w it!!

^ gloss is still drying but :)

I'll post pics once it's all dry and ofc more progress as the body comes along but I'm really happy with it!

#twist rambles #bjd posting #Frankenstein wip #i really feel shes coming together... hopefully ill get a name soon lmao #SO hyped to get her done like... i think its really really pushed me to get comfortable with a lot of new faceup techniques and materials #shes such a unique sculpt like honestly her personality just shown through the second i put the eyes in 🥺 im so excited #wig time soon. hopefully #my phone is SO weird about pinks like it really makes them 20x more pink so the last pic is the most true to irl pic in here :)#i have no clue why i was like hey. light blue under the eye but i really like it! i think it adds a bit of personality to an otherwise #kinda normal faceup. again minus the painting underneath lmao #realizing im gonna have to go back over the stitches on the brow oughhh it's ok i am so so so brave... might make it more of an obvious cut #w using some acrylic to make it have a bit of skin there but idk. thats future mes problem lmao #i feel the arms are SO badly making it look very unfinished rn but i think when theyre done it's gonna be like ohhh its all coming together

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haiiiii... you asked for hermie asks so erm. what do you think hermie was like in chaparral (is that how its spelled?)

i imagine that as herman he was a regular good student- kind of uninteresting, not exactly memorable. almost forgettable.. chaparral feels like the more well funded, a bit more prestigious (like they get high grades or smth) but still a bit dull... this is purely to contrast with hemie's theatre kidness. yknow. But idr if it was portrayed differently (and i dont know how american highschools work) so uh what do you think!

hiya i was gonna respond to this last night but i ended up getting a massive headache so i had to go to bed early 😞

this is a REALLY interesting thing to think about, and something ive been trying to figure out! i think my idea of chaparral hermie/herman mostly aligns w urs. i imagine they really tried hard to blend in while also internally feeling a desperate need to stand out. their inclination for mischief probably manifested itself in more subtle, trivial ways, like cheating on tests and sneaking into classrooms and such. little things that wouldnt get them found out by their parents (bc they probably did before and it screwed things up for herman), but could still give them that satisfaction of doing something they werent supposed to. as a kid, i think they were more of a troublemaker, and probably didnt get along w other kids, bc they liked to pull childish pranks and maybe be a little rude due to low empathy (and ofc their scamminess and demonness agkdf). this probably concerned their parents greatly, and led them to be more strict w them, and for herman to conform more (aka just become more secretive. u know how kids are)

the way i imagine their physical appearance is like.... very normal and dull. black hair like their parents, shorter than they wouldve liked, no makeup, a manageable amount of acne to make them look like a regular kid, but not enough to seem gross. sucky bond levels of Average High School Kid, as much as they wanted to stand out. they tried to look as much like their parents kid as possible, even though it wasnt what they really wanted.

when they discovered their love for dc, they felt embarrassed about it and hid it from their peers and their parents, afraid that if they knew how intense and weird their interest was, they would have it taken away from them (BIGGG projecting here guys). they stole comics from the school library and hid them in their backpack. they wanted all kinds of dc merch and to go to comic con soooo bad but they kept it all to themself to the point of wanting to explode. their special interest was one thing nobody found out about, thankfully. amazingly

now. in terms of the mascot costume prank. what im really wondering is.... how much was the rest of the school on board w it? if it wasnt something herman did for the school itself, how was normal aware that it was something being planned? maybe... im thinking.... herman was like.. anonymously antagonizing the school and creating conflict between the two schools for shits and giggles. in my mind, herman was jealous of how san dimas students got to be so openly WEIRD and became.. a little obsessed w that school. ofc as soon as they saw that the school was doing joker as its play that year, their dc autism brain activated and they made their plan to infiltrate the school. doing tons of research on it, especially on the theatre department anddd the mascot!! bc they heard that normally oak swallows garcia was the WEIRDEST OF ALL. so this was not only a fun scam thing but a weird jealousy thing to get back at this kid they didnt even know for getting to be what they were never allowed to be. san dimas/teen high gave them a chance to be the person they had been born to be, and i think thats wonderful <3 (even though it led them to horrible danger and also to break a poor undeserving kids heart)

so! this ended up being more than i thought i had to say. but isnt that always how it is w me and hermie.... tldr i think chaparral herman had to mask a lot and hated it. thanks for letting me ramble gskdj !!

#hermie the unworthy #dndads #dndads headcanon #dndads hc #siren says #answering asks

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glassandmetalwings · 2 years

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I ordered a mask a month ago for the con-the tracking never got past pre-transit. Seller sent it again with the fastest shipping option and new tracking, even throwing in an extra mask because she was sorry the delay was interfering with my con plans, and said the latest it would arrive is Monday the 29th.

We've already received our mail for today. Tracking number still says pre-transit.

I tried to go get my eyebrows done today, for the first time having an actual shape in mind and not 'just clean it up'. The lady took me into a room, had me lay down on the table, and did it without ever saying a word to me. They look even flatter and worse than they did before, cementing my face that, as far as I'm concerned, already lacks any expression whatsoever.

(Minor edit: I also ordered a perfume to try out during the con, because...cons. But I noticed later it had a very long estimates time frame- this was early/mid-August and it went possibly into early October-so if that had arrived pre-con it just world have been a bonus, and I'm not upset over not getting that)

I'm in full shutdown mode over what to do for work. I'm scared I'm going to get a migraine during the con and be stuck paying to stay in the room vomiting.

With all this in mind, and considering the rest of my con makeup/outfit plans have fallen through, I'm canceling the hair appointment I've had scheduled for a month to do full, permanent fashion dye and make my hair look decent again, because I have no faith I'll be happy with it (since apparently I'm never satisfied with anything), I won't be able to handle the salon, and I just can't justify spending the amount of money I was going to on it.

I am in a very, very, deeply bad place. I tried to distract myself with homework, but my hiragana practice was so fucked up with my mood that I gave. If I don't do it today I won't have it done for Thursday bc work will stick my soul out tomorrow.

I swear I won't, but I very deeply want to hurt and/or kill myself right now.

#wings hates life #just don't look under the tags it's not worth it #negativity tw

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namuneulbo · 1 year

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week sixty-seven

OKAY woah. crazy week. although mainly friday was crazy lol. im just gonna do a short highlight then tell yall ab friday in more detail.

- v ghosted me. or well, he hasnt been in on the app in days so it could be that but im gonna count it as ghosting considering he MUST notice we arent talking, right?

- started talking to j. hes a slow replier although he did tell me quite early on that he is so i dont mind it AS much but ya. i wanna talk to himmmmm more.

- in general ive been getting more matches recently, esp w men. idk how im suddenly in such an era.

- won music quiz ???? me, c, f, p and v shared the price. s had sat w out team and helped us but he wasnt officially in our team so he didnt drink anything. i had mixed vibes ab s but i quite like him now, hes really nice but he reminds me a bit of k but i dont want to think of him as shittily as i do of him just bc he kind of reminds me of him manner-wise. manner-wise as in the way he speaks, not acts.

- ms concert !!!! so good !!! shes so talented !!!!!!!!

okay, so... friday. the day had come. were all doomed.

i went to helsinki by train early in the morning and i arrived in helsinki around 11:30. i had forgotten my sandwiches i had made the night before so i was starving. i went to hesburger and had some food. i was sooooo bored for the like,, 5 hours of freetime i had before the show. i went to check out where the venue was and i was feeling quite happy but my ears started hurting so bad bc it was cold so i after finding the venue i had to find somewhere to warm up for a bit which ended up being in some health center. the area around the venue was so,,, lame. like there was nothing to do at all and it was raining and it was cold so walking outside wasnt my fav activity. i decided to go buy some food for the train ride home and then i struggled figuring out what to do bc like,, i had like two hours of freetime left so i COULDVE gone back to the city center and done some fun stuff but it was kind of that thing of when u have plans at like 4 pm so u cant do ANYTHING before that even though u realistically have the time to do it. yk?

it started raining and i was not feeling myself at all and i had the urge to cry bc i was so overwhelmed but i ended up walking around in a light panic then i went to the venue and just waited outside for like an hour. a group of brits in doomed hoodies came out of a van and walked into the venue and bro i was starting to get nervous lol everything started feeling so real.

the venue opens. ppl rush in and i let some ppl go before me since i didnt want to be first at the m&g. we got a neon orange wristband and then were guided to the wardrobe. i put away my stuff and then went to buy merch. i got the save the bees tee and its so cute. my card declined at first bc of some area ban thingy so i had to fix that real quick before buying it. the staff were so nice though!

i had to pick up my makeup from the wardrobe bc i forgot it in my bag and also i was unsure whether we were meeting dan w masks on or not so in case we werent wearing masks i wanted to fix my makeup. we ended up meeting him w masks on though so i wouldve been fine.

i go to the m&g queue. i didnt even know it had started until i saw dans back on the side of the screen separating him from the queue. he wore a nice outfit. some sweater w a skeleton on the back and ripped jeans. very dan. very on brand. i had a lil freak out and fangirled by myself lol i was so aaaaaa

i was talking w n for a good bit during the queueing and in the midst of it she said i should ask what his fav pokémon is bc we had been talking ab that a couple of days ago while i was making hama bead stuff for him. i told n id ask him to send her a voice message from my phone. n got excited ab it but told me to not waste my time w him on her but i was so sure i wanted to do this so i just set that as a lil goal.

when i was close to the front i stopped talking w n for a bit and just tried to calm down a bit. i put on the screen rec on my phone when the last person in front of me left to go meet him and once i got to walk in we immediately went in for a hug and bro i was so awkward bc he wanted to hug me above my shoulders bc yk,,, hes tall but i tried doing one of those twisty ones where one arm goes above and one under and broooo. THE TWISTY HUGS R NOT EVEN GOOD LIKE BRO NOOOOOO... anyways, before i start crying ab that, lets continue. he immediately asks if i want anything signed and i hand him my pride flag and make a little joke ab how i thought it was on brand. he asks if the letter in my hand was for him and i misinterpret it as if the pride flag was for him so i just answer awkwardly like “no but i brought u a letter” like OKAY GURL....... anyways... i hand him the letter and make a lil comment on the taemin sticker i used to seal it w. he laughs ab it and says i have taste. he goes in to reach for my phone and asks if i want him to take the pictures and i just say yes and tried to make him notice my cringey wallpaper of him and phil, yk,,, thinking i could make a lil joke ab how i have it as a joke and that i dont have a literal photo of him and phil from like 2009 thinking its the shit (although,,, it kind of is the shit). anyways, he doesnt notice it and just takes a few pics. 5/6 turn out blurry but theyre all cute so its fine, still ly dan lol he starts ending the interaction and being all like “well, i hope u enjoy the show tonight!” and i reply w like “also-” and he was listening attentively again and being all like “yeah?” instead of scurrying me away (bro i feel like im making both him and me sound like douchebags but it was a pleasant experience, it was just a very hectic one). i tell him shortly that me and n met bc of him and phil and he was like “really??” and i asked him if he could send a voice message to her telling her his fav pokémon bc she loves pokémon. hes like “yes, ofc!” and then i hand him my phone w me and ns chat open. he starts a message but doesnt record it so he has to do it again and he reacted so cutely when he realized it wasnt recording PLSS hes so cute. he records it again and then i thank him and he goes in for another hug before i leave and aghhhh i was so shakey afterwards. also, HE SMELLS SO GOOD????? its very obviously lush so i have a mission to find that exact lush product now bc WOAH. i smelt like him for a solid 30 mins afterwards, it was crazy.

the show was so good and my seat was great!!! im so happy w everything and the pre-show pl was amazing. sticker, famous last words, his own diss track??? i loved it. so happy. i love dan sm!!!

sotw: the cure - apart

#diary #tumblr diary #namuneulbo

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ackerfics · 3 years

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levi who's fascinated with the way you apply makeup on yourself and watches you every time you do it, surprisingly does well when you tell him to do your makeup just for fun

i am one of those people who have no idea about applying makeup but i'm levi when somebody's doing it tho, especially if that someone is a close friend of mine snjdnwjnw i just stare at them while they continue doing their thing, it's so fricking satisfying <3

but this is levi we're talking about so here we go:

(pls don't attack me for what i write in this bc i absolutely have no idea abt doing makeup. my knowledge in this is very limited and revolves around watching youtube videos and watching my friends do it bdwjwbj)

if you're planning on going out, even if it's a natural makeup look since you're only hanging out with some old friends or preparing for your class (online or not), levi is ready to stop what he's doing to appreciate the colors you paint over your eyelids or how you blend them so well until they become this aesthetic levi associates you with. for him, you're already so pretty without makeup but when you dedicate your time in perfecting your craft, creating so many looks, levi thinks that it enhances your beauty because you look so adorable while working so hard.

he admires that about you.

you are rummaging in your pouch in your shared apartment's dining table, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows and the pink skies blanketing the waking-up city. the smell of french toast and tea covers the entire space, levi cooking breakfast for the day. you have an online class scheduled in about thirty minutes and after going out of the bathroom, you instantly start making yourself look presentable. you have your laptop opened to your camera app as your mirror, deciding that a change of scenery is perfect for your productivity. you pick up your vitamin c dropper and moisturizer and let the low music from levi's phone fill in the background, your hums mingling with the singer's voice. since all of your classes were announced to be set online for the whole year, you opt for a lighter look which still covers the blemishes that your camera can't hide.

you hear a plate click on the spot beside your laptop, a mug of your favorite brew of coffee on your cat coaster appearing soon after.

"what time is your first class?" levi asks you as he's settling in his chair adjacent to yours. he always chooses that seat wherever you two eat since as he claims it, i want you close to me.

you look up from rubbing the moisturizer on your skin. "oh, 7 a.m., i chose the worst time to take that class."

levi sips on his tea. "you have economics, right?"

you begrudgingly nodded. "i know it sucks but i can't do anything about it." you run your fingers over your eyes. "damn, i have dark eye circles." after putting on your primer, you start by putting on concealer on your under-eyes, dabbing on your skin gently. the whole day, you'll be lounging and doing work inside the comforts of your shared apartment with your boyfriend so going overboard with the makeup won't help and will be a lot of work to erase later after your classes. "what time is your class, levi?"

by now, levi's breakfast is forgotten as he leans on his chair, gray eyes following each of your movements. he always find himself captivated with how effortlessly you make yourself even prettier. even though he prefers your bare skin more (placing random kisses on your cheeks or the corners of your lips are more doable without the feeling of cream stuck on his lips), he still likes how makeup turns you into an artist that uses your face as a blank canvas. he watches with awed eyes how you daintily dab your cream blush over your cheeks and over you the bridge of your nose, blending it that levi thought it's a natural glow on your skin.

with a dazed tone, he answers, "nine."

you glance at him with the prettiest eyes he ever find on a person. you sigh when you realize that he woke up early to make breakfast. "i can cook breakfast, you know. you should've slept in today, levi."

levi shakes his head, sipping on his tea. "no, i'd rather wake up early and make breakfast every day than snuggle alone with our pillows." he then shrugs. "besides, watching you do your morning routine is a great way to start the day."

you only smile at him before cutting a piece of french toast and putting it in your mouth. a hum of satisfaction lights up your face. levi's way of cooking traditional breakfast dishes never fails to amaze you. he has these secrets that even you don't know of since he wants to cook for you with surprises sometimes. with half of your french toast consumed, you continue with your eyebrows and eye makeup, which only consists of applying one shade of eyeshadow and putting on mascara.

if levi has a favorite part of your routine, it's you curling your eyelashes and applying mascara on them to make your eyes more noticeable. and as he watches you create the illusion that your eyelashes longer than they are, he can't prevent the blissful sigh coming out of his lips. it catches your attention and the moment your eyes meet with his, levi's cheeks start to warm. that pretty smile that always take his breath away greets his vision, making him shy under your gaze.

"like what you see, babe?" you jokingly ask.

after staring on his untouched french toast like they're worth displaying in a museum, levi looks back to you with half-lidded eyes. "very much, baby."

now, you're the one with flaming cheeks. the little moment turns into something that induces a laugh from levi, with you huffing that your heart sometimes can't take his words. you go back to finishing your french toast before applying your flavored chapstick, levi's loving stare never faltering, lasting even when you have your first class of the day.

every once in a while, you hand levi your makeup pouch with an expectant stare. the first time you did this to him, he couldn't comprehend what your intention is at first until you tell him that you want him to be the one doing your makeup this time. he nearly backs out. he's scared of poking your eyes out but you reassure him that he will never do that.

for a person who never imagined himself in this position, the ending result becomes your favorite look. not because it's levi but because he did it so minimally that it appeals to you.

"this is for your face, right?" levi softly asks, lifting your moisturizer. he's sitting close to you, inches separating your faces. he's saying that it makes him see clearer but you know that he's being clingy without saying anything. "i just want to make sure i'm using the right products."

"levi, sweetheart," you laugh under your breath, "i already laid out everything on our bed. and in order. you got this."

he sighs. "you have another minute to think this through. we're meeting with the others in the club and i can't have you looking like my coloring book when i was three."

you place your hands over his cheeks. "relax, levi, you'll do fine!"

"fine."

opening the moisturizer, he keeps glancing at you to check if he's putting the right amount on your skin. once the small dots of cream are on your face, levi takes a deep breath and gently rubs it to cover your skin. despite having blemishes, levi thinks that your skin feels so soft underneath his calloused fingers. he'll caress your cheeks the whole day if not for your supposed call time which is in forty minutes. a sigh brushes on your face, levi cursing erwin for making them come on time. once he finishes rubbing your moisturizer on your face, he nods in approval, and kisses your lips quickly before moving on to the next step which is the primer.

you are admiring levi the whole time his face scrunches up in concentration. you're holding your laugh back when you see his lips curling in distaste, having applied more than your instructed amount. you're looking at him with a soft stare, your small smile fondly lifts up your lips. his eyes are a beautiful shade of silver, blue tones peeking through, and it makes your heart warm. his skin glows under the overhead lights of your shared bedroom, smooth to the touch. there are no words left to speak --- levi is simply the most beautiful person gracing your life, the definition of pretty and handsome combined together.

"okay, i'm starting your eyes now."

you didn't register that he's finished with applying concealer and blush on your cheeks.

levi turns to the opened palette sitting on the towel-covered duvet. "which shade are you feeling right now?"

with a cheeky grin, you answer, "how about you surprise me."

"... if i hear one complain from you later, you can always catch a ride with four-eyes on the way back."

levi eyes a specific palette with oranges and browns and starts winging it. if someone looks from the sidelines, levi looks like he's ready to murder someone. his eyes are narrowed, bottom lip in between in teeth, and face scrunched in peak concentration. he starts with that shimmery dark peach eyeshadow he finds pretty on you, then continuing with something darker on the outside corners of your eyes. one eye lasts for ten minutes but you understand since this is levi's first time applying makeup on a person. you can feel his breath tickling your face since he has scooted closer to you to perfect this.

"okay, i'm done, what's next?"

"liquid eyeliner."

that alone makes levi stop.

"then it's the mascara. your favorite part."

"... you do the eyeliner. i don't want you going blind because of me."

in short, levi is phenomenal with makeup and he doesn't even know it.

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chocosvt · 3 years

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⚬ pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 4342 ⚬ warnings: brief drug mention ⚬ genres: mainly just fluff! college/uni!au

✧✎ synopsis: your longtime campus crush just received an interesting dare: to ask you out on a date. while the circumstances are questionable, you aren’t going to decline. maybe this is your ticket to romance.

✧✎ a/n: if this title or plot sounds familiar, then that’s bc i finally accomplished a goal of mine: to rewrite i dare you. this was a fic i originally wrote in 2016!! i did change some aspects, so not everything is identical. PLS ENJOY ;w;

The bells to the café door jingled.

Normally, you wouldn’t be so attentive about the customers filtering in and out, but at that moment, your gaze shot over the lid of your laptop like a harpoon. It was roughly the right time, the right day. According to your judgement, this was when they usually came for their morning coffees. Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seungcheol: a very popular trio amongst the likings of your campus.

Jeonghan was a nursing student. Clean-cut, charming to a degree of annoyance, and always ordered a boring black coffee. The second boy, Joshua, was cute enough to stop you in your tracks and force a double-take. However, he liked mathematics, numbers, weird formulas which looked more torture than learning. He preferred lattes with foam. And then there was Seungcheol. You wouldn’t call him your true love, because you didn’t know him all that well, and as far as he was concerned you were the lunatic who accidentally set pages of Joshua’s chemistry homework on fire. But that was a story for another day (you haven’t been near that Yankee candle since).

Nonetheless, you were crushing on him. Badly. To the point where you arrived at the café early, pretending to type a document on your laptop, just so you could flit your eyes every so often at his table while he slurped his chocolate mocha. You even had their scheduling memorized. It was a bit weird, and you would be the first to admit such a thing, but nothing was going to thwart you from daydreaming about those eyes of his. Or that dazzling smile. His short bursts of laughter which were usually tweezed out at Jeonghan pulling some stupid prank on Joshua. Everything about you adored him.

The trio gathered at their usual table, sat obliquely to your nook by the window. You had opened an older document that was already finished, pretended to tap against the keys while they ate a small breakfast before class. Something was different. They were giggling more than usual. And you couldn’t help but blatantly stare with concern when Joshua tore open a salt packet and poured it straight on his tongue. Jeonghan was grinning so widely that you were positive his face must be aching, and Seungcheol cackled into his fist while Joshua immediately grabbed for his latte.

A game. They were playing some sort of game.

Once Joshua had recovered, you noted that he began surveying the café, running his narrowed gaze to each table.

The second he found you huddled in the corner, attempting to shrink behind your laptop and pretend your presence was nothing but invisible, Joshua leaned into Seungcheol’s side to make a very smiley whisper. Pretend I’m working, pretend I’m working on something so damn important I can’t look up for even a second, you reiterated to yourself quietly, ignoring the panic ballooning inside you. A minute later, someone had just pulled out the chair across from you. They sat down with a slight groan, clasping their hands together.

Of course, it was Seungcheol.

“Hey.” He said, watching as you tentatively lowered the lid of your laptop, probably wondering why the hell you looked so stunned.

“What are you, um, doing?” You asked.

Seungcheol could not be sitting across from you just because he wanted to. It was impossible. And as much as that stung to admit, you knew the truth was simply that. He was definitely put up to this.

“We know each other pretty well, correct?” The boy completely ignored your question. “I know that you set Josh’s chem notes on fire. We take toxicology together. Need I say more?”

“Wow,” you replied, twiddling your fingers anxiously under the table, “that’s a whole two things. I can’t even count that high.”

“We can’t all be mathematicians,” Seungcheol moved the conversation along while he angled a white jar of sugar, “and I guess I should tell you, I’m in a predicament, which involves you.”

Your hands squeezed together so firmly that they nearly moulded into permanent fists. Seungcheol was staring at you now rather than flickering his gaze between the objects on the table, with those eyes as dark as sapphire. You were burning up, sweltering, felt like you needed to burst from your clothes and bathe in ice.

“A predicament?”

Seungcheol folded his muscular arms on the table and nodded. “Yeah, I got a dare from Josh. To ask you out. The thing is, I’m not supposed to tell you. But you seem like a nice girl.”

You swallowed very tautly and pushed down the lid of your laptop a little more. Over Seungcheol’s shoulder, you spotted both Joshua and Jeonghan observing, chuckling amongst themselves.

“Another thing,” Seungcheol added, raking a hand through his black locks, “I don’t want to lose to tweedle-dumb and tweedle-idiot over there – you can decide who’s who – so you should accept.”

Straightening your posture against the chair, you decided to spell out the situation, more for your sake than Seungcheol’s. “Let me get this straight. You got dared to ask me out. You have nothing better to do tomorrow night, so you accepted it. And I don’t have a choice.”

“Your wording is a bit disparaging. But essentially, yeah.” He leaned back with a gorgeous smile, turning up his palm. “So, down?”

At that moment, you could not believe the universe had just ladled this ridiculous possibility into your lap. A date with your biggest crush on campus. A date that so many people would be wrangling your neck to steal from you – even if it was based on an innocuous little game which Seungcheol refused to submit because he was too competitive at heart. It might not have been your most prideful choice in life, but you accepted. Any chance to spend the night with him would not be wasted as long as the offer stood.

However, you had one condition.

“I’ll do it,” you grinned, watching the boy’s expression perk like a child who just got handed a cookie, “on the account of another dare. Which you’ll find out on our fake date.”

“Fine.” Seungcheol shrugged, sliding his phone across the table so that you could enter your number. He stood up afterward, on the verge of returning to his friends when he suddenly paused.

“See you tomorrow night, sweetheart.”

There was such a rush of butterflies in your stomach, you were surprised one hadn’t flown out your mouth.

You didn’t know why you cared so much about a date that was most likely intended to humiliate you. Was Joshua still not over those chemistry sheets? Even after you spent a good two hours in the library attempting to rewrite them with your nicest, smoothest gel pel? Thoughts of what to wear, your style of makeup, and which perfume you should choose amongst the few on your dresser were awfully overwhelming. In fact, you were almost late to the park, the area Seungcheol had picked as a rendezvous point.

He rose from the bench in front of the duck pond once you arrived, checking the time on his wrist while making a tsking sound.

“Four and a half minutes late,” Seungcheol said, shaking his head, “you’re not making a good first impression, my lady.”

Obviously, you weren’t going to admit how you were stressing about a technically-fake date. In the end, you threw on a simple outfit and applied some lipstick on your way out the door, shoving the tube into a small purse hung over your shoulder. It’s not like he was treating you to a five-star restaurant by romantic candlelight. But if he ever did, you had the perfect outfit planned.

“Well, I’m here now. And with your dare.” You grinned.

Seungcheol stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Let’s hear it.”

“I dare you to buy me a week of coffee.”

At first, Seungcheol didn’t utter a thing. But then he erupted into a fit of laughter until his cheeks turned rosy like peaches.

“That’s not how this works,” he half-sighed, half-chuckled while removing a tear from his eye, “I’m rejecting it.”

“You can’t reject it! You definitely owe me. I didn’t let you lose to tweedle-dumb or tweedle-idiot. Plus, it’s low to ask someone out on a dare. I didn’t even have to show up.” Ensuring your tone was confident, you folded your arms over your chest, raised your brow at the boy, and observed him as he tapped his foot in contemplation.

“Can I have time to consider?” Seungcheol asked.

While it was tough to capitulate so easily and let him have his way, you didn’t want to spend the entirety of your night standing next to a slimy pond, debating the regulations. So you bit the bullet. Besides, Seungcheol announced that there was a party he needed to stop by, that there was a particular someone to which he owned money. It was a short walk to this brick house that reverberated with music, cars stalled up and down the street while a flood of strobing colours illuminated in the windows. Seungcheol knocked on the door quite loudly, and then he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours. You shot him a puzzled glance just as the door swung open, the stench of marijuana mingling with the cool, night air.

“Well, well, well,” a fox-eyed boy murmured after taking a long puff from his blunt, “Choi Seungcheol. It’s about damn time.”

“I was in the neighbourhood. Heard you and Soonyoung were lighting this place up. What a good turnout, huh?”

“Mmhm,” the other boy hummed unenthusiastically, leaning his wide shoulder against the doorframe, “you got the money or no?”

Seungcheol laughed. “C’mon, Wonwoo. We don’t even get to go inside? Hang out for a bit? Have a drink? You’re a shitty host.”

Wonwoo slid a finger under his chin, rubbing in contemplation. It was starting to get colder out, for you could hear the tree leaves rustling together as a wind whisked through the dark. You squished yourself a bit closer into Seungcheol’s side, and to your surprise, he let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Finally, Wonwoo concurred, sticking the rolled paper back between his lips while stepping aside with an inviting gesture.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” the boy muttered, “but I’ll be coming to find you in about ten minutes. And I wanna see cash.”

“What’s his problem?” You whispered by Seungcheol’s ear as he guided you around an illy lit corner, into the kitchen.

His warm breath feathered your ear as he said, “I lost a couple bets to him and was slow getting the money back.” Seungcheol then grabbed two solo cups organized in a stack on the counter, filling each with a red, fruit-mixed alcohol which sat in two glass bowls.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.”

You accepted the cup and took a sip. “Oh, in case you needed to beat him up? I don’t know,” you lilted, “he looks pretty sturdy.”

“Are you kidding?” Seungcheol gawked.

He slapped his drink down on the counter and threw his jacket over the back of a chair. With a perplexed, is this man crazy expression, you watched him roll up his sleeve and flex his bicep.

“Go ahead,” the boy grinned, “you’ll see.”

You made sure to roll your eyes and sigh incredibly loud in order to really establish your indifference. Meanwhile, your inner-self was fizzling like a carbonated soda. Grabbing onto Seungcheol’s muscle, you pressed down, forcing back a surprised chuckle at the fact his arm was hard as a rock. In that moment your meter of attraction toward the boy was ticking so absurdly you thought it could break.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, Seungcheol. You’re strong.”

He tugged his sleeve back down and slid into the jacket again, a very brash smirk beaming on his face. You couldn’t decipher if he’d actually been attempting to impress you or if that was just a display of his cockiness. And yet, you didn’t really care which category it fell into, because you were still blissfully afloat thinking about Seungcheol’s arms. You lifted your drink and took another sip, swishing the sweet but tangy flavour between your cheeks. At that moment, a man you didn’t recognize attempted to scoot behind you – except there was definitely enough room for him to get by without planting his hands on your hips and squeezing them.

“Hey! What the hell?” You squeaked, quickly turning around on your heel to see the crookedly amused look he stared at you with.

“What?” He somehow had the audacity to respond.

But you weren’t going to accept his disgraceful maneuvers, and neither was Seungcheol. He abandoned his cup on the counter and pushed up his sleeves.

“Did you just put your hands on her?” Came his demand. It didn’t sound like the normal, relaxed Seungcheol who liked his jokes, but someone with an unnerving amount of authority and fearlessness.

“I-I was trying to get by.” The man stammered, clearly uncomfortable with the thought of confrontation. He was already stepping backward as Seungcheol approached him.

“Don’t touch other people like that,” Seungcheol admonished him in a deep, staid voice, then pointed toward the threshold of the kitchen, “just get out, man. Seriously. Don’t even go near her.” And like a saddened puppy who received a scolding from its owners to lay down in the pen, the man slinked away without another word.

You were unsure of what to say to Seungcheol for diminishing the situation. Folding your arms tightly, you nodded at him.

“Thanks.”

Wonwoo came wandering into the kitchen. His eyes brightened the moment he saw Seungcheol, and he rubbed his fingers together to wordlessly convey that he wanted his money now.

“It’s alright,” Seungcheol gave you a soft smile while he revealed a large wad of cash from his pocket, “he was a weirdo.”

“Yeah.” You laughed as Seungcheol handed the sum to his friend, who fleshed out the paper notes to count the correct amount.

It took you a moment to realize that Seungcheol’s arm had wrapped back around your shoulders, this time a bit more securely. When you leaned into him, it wasn’t because you felt a draft or a chill, but because he was comfortable. He felt and smelled like safety.

Later that night, you returned to the park, throwing stones into the duck pond while the moon was hidden behind a thin curtain of clouds. Seungcheol claimed that he could throw his stones farther than yours, which prompted your short-lived competition. It had ended so abruptly because you ran out of stones to throw. At one point you tried tossing sticks, but they didn’t travel as far, and they definitely didn’t break the surface of the water with a satisfying plop.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, nudging your elbow excitedly, “I dare you to get in the pond.”

“No way!” You cackled. “It’s freezing. And that pond is nasty.”

“Just dip your toe in or something.”

“You dip your toe in!”

“I don’t wanna take off my socks.”

You huffed, a plume of your breath escaping into the crisp air.

“Well, we’re at a crossroads then, aren’t we?”

Rather than continue bickering about the dare, you were starting to feel these annoying hunger pangs. You didn’t eat dinner because of how nervous you were toward this fake date (which was rapidly morphing into a very real date) with Seungcheol. The most you ate today had been some toast and pieces of apple your roommate cut the night before. Directly on cue, your stomach gurgled, and your face swelled hot with embarrassment. Seungcheol grinned.

“Hungry?”

“Starving, more like.” You corrected him.

He pulled out the white fabric liners of his pockets, revealing they were completely empty. “All my cash went to Wonwoo.”

You flashed a playful smile while repeating his statement from earlier. “Oh, wow. Not being able to cover the meal on a first date? You’re not making a good impression, sweetheart.”

In an instant, Seungcheol had snatched your hand, interlocking your fingers together warmly. He began tugging you out of the park and onto a familiar street, where there was a twenty-four-hour diner that the students absolutely loved. Admittedly, you had been there a few times. Once as a giggly drunk who just wanted a waffle plate at three in the morning, and also as a struggling student who was desperate for a cup of coffee in order to power through a procrastinated essay. Now, it seemed you were returning for a date.

“I’ll pay you back, promise.” Seungcheol said as the server placed a nacho platter onto the table. “It’s my new priority.”

The diner was quiet and mostly empty apart from a group of three seated at another table. You didn’t realize just how hungry you were until that first taste of melted cheese, salsa, and seared chicken hit your mouth. Seungcheol didn’t like black olives, so he kept picking them off. You were eating too ravenously to inspect your food.

“You’re taking the olives off?” You smirked. “Baby.”

Seungcheol scoffed. “I am not a baby.” He looked up at you as he shoved another delicious chip in his mouth. “And I know it gives you some sick, twisted pleasure to say that. You should be ashamed.”

Nearly choking on the water you just sipped, you dropped the cup back on the table to cough a few times.

“You know what’s sick? The fact I’m paying.”

The boy reached for his glass of coca cola. “Yeah, but technically this isn’t a real date. So, doesn’t count.”

“Really?” Raising a questioned eyebrow, you watched Seungcheol take a long gulp from his drink. “Are you willing to say that with your entire chest? That this isn’t a real date?”

And in that moment, Seungcheol genuinely seemed to have met a stupor. In fact, there was a red tint dusting the crest of each his cheeks. He leaned back in the booth, folded his arms over his chest, and pursed his lips. You waited patiently for his response, lifting a nacho to your mouth while threads of cheese dangled in the air.

A smile broke through his stiff, musing expression.

“Okay,” he nodded his head, “maybe this is a real date,” (your heart impossibly fluttered), “you could be right about that.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You answered.

In truth, you couldn’t have been more delighted to hear Seungcheol agree, because if he hadn’t, you would have dined and dashed, fled straight out the restaurant in a haze of shame and embarrassment. In the span of just a few hours, your attraction toward this boy had impressively expanded like a sponge soaking up water. Before, you weren’t positive that he could be your true love. It was mostly a running joke between you and… well, yourself. However, this one night was proving that perhaps your joke could have some actual weight to it. And as Seungcheol continued to make you laugh, choke on your food, stare at him in complete adoration like he was a crowned jewel, you completely lost track of time.

It wasn’t until you burst into another frenzy of laughter at his story and spilt water all down your shirt that you finally checked your phone. Almost one in the morning. The server whisked your cutlery and plates away with a tired expression. You tipped generously, feeling rather guilty for creating such a racket at this hour.

“Do you want my jacket?” Seungcheol asked as you prepared to leave. There was a huge water stain soaking through your shirt.

“A-Are you sure?” You asked him, pulling a few strands of hair from your face. He nodded, already wrestling the jacket off.

“Go change, sweetheart,” Seungcheol told you so casually that you couldn’t hide this blatant look of surprise, “I’ll wait outside.”

Entering a washroom stall, you peeled the damp shirt over your head and folded it to pack nicely within your purse. You then slipped into Seungcheol’s jacket, which had this wonderful, warm fleece patched to the inside. It was soft against your bare skin, and it smelled like a fragrant hint of his cologne. After spending an extra moment freshening up at the sink, you wandered back into the cool night, where Seungcheol was leaning against a street pole. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks at the late hour, or if he’d actually given you a very smug, very relishing once-over.

Considering you had class early the next day, you asked Seungcheol if he’d be willing to walk you home. He obliged, and you paced together in comfortable silence until reaching the bridge. It arched over a swirling, gushing river which ran through the city, the current black as kohl and reflecting the lights of the nearby architecture. In the daytime this bridge wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was a beautiful vantage point during the night; a place to watch the city sparkle and flash like the cosmos.

“Hey,” Seungcheol whispered, grabbing your hand, “I have another dare for you, since you chickened out on the pond.”

You looked at the mischief compiling in his gaze. “What?”

“Climb up there.”

Seungcheol pointed toward a thick, metal beam that slanted upward, like a ramp. It flattened out at the top, and sometimes when you walked by during the day, there would be a few students sitting down after class, eating sandwiches or cracking open sodas. A placement of bars was set behind, only wide enough to stick your leg through. You glanced back at Seungcheol and nodded.

“Okay, fine.”

And so you began to climb up the slanted beam, feeling the breeze nip at your cheeks, your hair, like the smallest of kisses. At the flattened section, you turned around and looked down at Seungcheol, feeling like the empress of a powerful kingdom. His face ignited in the moonlight. He was smiling very wide as you stuck out your tongue.

“Easy. I dare you to climb up here.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “I, uh, can’t.”

“Why not?” You laughed, folding your arms. “Scared?”

“No, I just—I twisted my ankle, so I can’t.”

“When was that?”

“You weren’t looking.”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to tease him. Taking the zipper dangling from his jacket, you began to pull it down slowly, revealing a hidden amount of skin which turned the boy’s face an adorable pink.

“If you come up here, I’ll take the jacket all the way off.” You sang in a promiscuous tone, lifting up the strap of your bra and snapping it. Seungcheol grinned, cupping a hand over his gaze.

“No way. I’m not falling into a trap like that.”

“Fine,” you huffed, lowering to your butt and carefully scooting your way down the metallic beam, “you missed out.”

Seungcheol merely held his tongue; however, he did take the zipper on his jacket and pull it back up, right to your chin, hiding the expanse of flesh from the bright moonlight. You weren’t sure what courageous energy had just taken over your body. In fact, you’d probably regret such a thing by the time your alarm clock erupted tomorrow morning, pulling you from the pit of your sleep.

“I don’t want you getting cold.” He said. “And I can’t believe you nearly gave me a strip tease from the support beam of a bridge. That’s a first.”

“I’m just making sure you don’t forget this date.” You chuckled, half in nonsense, half in truth.

As he promised, Seungcheol walked you back to the house and made sure the door unlocked using the spare key under the letter box. Thankfully, your roommate left the lights of the front porch on, the bulbs now swathed in grey moths. It was a strange night. A night that wouldn’t have happened if not for the antics of Seungcheol and his two equally competitive friends. Maybe there was a positive side to burning Joshua’s chemistry notes, though you weren’t sure he’d be thrilled to hear you admit that. A game of I Dare You, turned into a fake date, turned into a real date, turned into a sweet affection.

You yawned, feeling the faint glisten of tears stretch in your eyes. “I had fun. And I guess I’ll see you tomorrow in toxicology.”

“With my jacket.” He reminded you.

“Yes, of course. With your jacket.”

And while you expected Seungcheol to simply bid his goodnight and perhaps take a late bus home, firing question after question of why he decided to accept such a stupid dare as he stared out the window, you were surprised when he reached for your hand.

“By the way,” he said, “I accept.”

You crinkled your nose. “Accept what?”

“The dare. I’ll buy you coffee every morning this week.”

“Oh!” There was a small flare crackling to life in your eyes as you recalled the original dare of the night. “That’s right. I forgot.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Seungcheol agreed. He then squeezed your hand. “On the account of one very simple condition.”

“I don’t think you can do that. Doesn’t seem rule-abiding.”

The boy discarded your comment. Instead, his grasp became tighter around your hand. He pulled you swiftly into his chest and stared straight into your helpless, panicking eyes as though he were going to confess something profound and utterly dire.

He smirked. “I want you to kiss me each time.”

Seungcheol lifted his brow in anticipation of your response, which was an undoubted agreement. Probably the fastest, easiest agreement you had ever made in your life. He moved in close to your ear, whispering something about how you should meet at the café tomorrow morning and walk to the lecture hall together, though you were ultimately buzzing and experiencing such a bold heartbeat that you missed most of the details. When he pulled away, you smiled.

“That sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Stepping off the porch, he turned back with a wave.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

✧✎ a/n: the reason i wanted to rewrite this fic was bc i still rly enjoy the concept. however, i cannot STAND my old style of writing, thus i decided to just rewrite the fic and appease the nagging in my head lol. this is how i would have written this fic today if i hadn’t already done so four years ago. i’m also questioning the possibility of rewriting love café for jeonghan (pls don’t go reading it if u haven’t already) but that would take much longer ,,,, JUST AN IDEA THOUGH. i hope you enjoyed!!

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heymeowmao · 2 years

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Comment: What a surprise. LYN: Isn’t it?

Comment: Why are you here? LYN: That’s the charm isn’t it. I come when I want to. This is my territory. LYN: It’s been a long time since I last streamed. If I’m not wrong, the last time was the 18th? I feel like it’s been too long so I thought I’d come.

LYN: I’m actually pretty tired today- not trying to make you pity me, but I am a little tired. I got up pretty early- at 5a- for hair/makeup. When I finished up with work I thought it was a little early so I thought I’d come stream a bit. I’ve been getting up really early to shoot the drama lately. I’m a little sleepy- I might be streaming and then suddenly fall asleep in the middle. Like, “I’ll introduce you to a nice song today~ (and then) /snores/.” You’ll all be here watching me sleep.

~- Happy 1 Year Anniversary of The Long Ballad -~ - thanks everyone for the edits and posts they’ve made of Hao Du; says this is what he likes best about being an actor - that he is able to bring a character to life and have that character leave an impression on people and be remembered by them

- shows the ridiculous speed his chat-box is going at LYN: This speed is a little fast... even normal people would think so. Some people don’t even have anything to say, they’re just typing out “hahahaha.” It’s nice, though. It’s like we’re at a concert and everyone is screaming over each other. LYN: It’s okay even if I can’t read what you’re typing because... I can talk for hours on end just by myself. So what you type IS important, but it’s also not. HAHAHA. I can talk to myself for a long time.

- talks about how last time Yin Zheng and Zhu Xudan (and other celeb friends) came into his stream and gave him presents ($$), but he doesn’t stream for the money, so he asked weibo if they could turn off the gift-giving feature for him, and they did. LYN: It’s nice, because people have even criticized me for it, saying that I sing and act, AND also gain money from streaming?? And my fans have been very nice and explained that I don’t like when people gift me things- so they replied, “Then he should learn from YCY and turn the feature off.” I thought that was reasonable, so I did. But weibo was very good to me- because there used to be free gifts you could use to liven up the atmosphere, so now that gifts are gone they’ve opened up some special effects for me- like the strawberries. So when you type in “strawberry” or “liu yuning is so handsome”- I especially asked them for that one- then you can see the special effect. - shows the speed of his chat-box again LYN: Look at this, everyone. Hey- if you all type the same comment, THEN I’d be able to read it. At this speed, that’s the only way I’d be able to read anything. How about you discuss it and when you want to talk to ask me about something, you can all post the same question? LYN: I was kidding! (about posting “liu yuning is very handsome/sings very well”; bc that’s ALL they’re posting now) That’s about enough- let’s talk about more important things. I might not be able to stream so late. LYN: Thank you, weibo. They’ve controlled the speed for me. LYN: Stop spamming- if you do that too much, they’ll log your ID and then won’t allow you to comment anymore. Control your emotions, please.

Comment: Are you streaming tomorrow? LYN: Tomorrow? I’ll.... stream. LOL. No- I can’t stream EVERY DAY. I have other things to do. I was originally planning to go record a song today, but I didn’t feel like I was up for it, so I didn’t go. I thought I’d come here and chat.

- ppl keep wanting prizes out of him XD LYN: I’ll promise everyone- when I spend my birthday this year- my birthday was January 8th- on my birthday I’ll pick a figure from the cabinet behind me and raffle it out. That’s already the most generous I can be.

Comment: Lao-da, how come you look younger today? LYN: ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! I know I can’t play a middle or high schooler, but I’m still eligible to attend the May 4th Youth Day gala. LYN: The thing is, no matter how old you are, you can still PRETEND to be young. Between the makeup and the outfit, you can make yourself look younger. If you want to see me “mature” all I need to do is not shave for three days. But if you want to see me “young” it’s very easy. /grabs a pair of glasses/ Here we go- Oh. It doesn’t seem like I’ve gotten much younger, though. LYN: Usually when I went to shoot the drama or did some event, my makeup artist is more understanding of me. They’ve been with me three years after all. So when I have work to do the first thing THEY do is use a very light colored foundation. They know of the saying “一白遮三丑 (one white covers three ugly)” - and even though I have seventy “ugliness-es”, at least three of them of covered. Next they cover my eye-bags and wrinkles. Then- they always come early to my door and tell me to put on a face mask. So I always put on a face mask before I have to do my makeup- so that it sticks better. They’ll also get the beauty instrument that Reba gave me and make me use it for 5-10 minutes. So that when the camera starts rolling I’ll look lively and fresh. It’s a process. We haven’t even gotten to the actual makeup yet, but we’ve already spent an hour preparing for it. - talking about how for the drama (Floating World) he needs to wear ~Armani~ Foundation No. 13. No, this is not an advertisement, and Armani doesn’t need him to promote their products for them XD But was saying how when people saw him in the makeup, that he looks very... “textured”- so when this drama is over he’s going to take better/more care of his face/skin for the good of his future dramas. :p Comment: Does the makeup make you look older. LYN: That, and they put it all over my face, neck, and hands. While shooting I keep having to lower/move my head, and also it’s hot so I’m sweating- the foundation has already settled into the natural folds of my neck. It makes it look like 1. this person doesn’t like to bathe themselves and 2. they’ve grown wrinkles. LYN: I like it though, because as an actor, I hope that every role I play is different. I think it’s a unique and precious role- because it lets you see a different me from when I’m streaming. If I don’t have the acting chops, I might as well play around with appearances. At least I’m clear on this.

LYN: I saw someone asking about the drama- 狐妖小红娘 (Fox Spirit Matchmaker)- see? I can’t even get the name right, you think I can go?? But I saw the article- that said Liu Shishi-laoshi is the female lead, and that I was cast as the male lead? I’ll be honest I was quite happy when I read it. I was happy- I thought, “Wow, I can work with Liu Shishi-laoshi~” and then I saw the comments and there were some... muddleheaded individuals who were saying, “I’m looking forward to it!” LYN: I saw this article and I screenshot and sent it to my group, asking them if this drama contacted us or not. Like, are they not even discussing things with me anymore? They’re just going to make the decision of my first male lead role without me? Were you going to tell me on my birthday, to give me a surprise? Tell me honestly. We don’t need surprises here, just give it to me straight. It’s all out on the internet anyway, you might as well tell me. XD But my staff told me they did not make any decisions for me, and perhaps it was a decision on the drama production’s side of things. LYN: But I looked it up, because I wanted to be prepared if the production ever DID come to contact me, and found out that the male lead role has already gone through a circle of potential actors already. I wasn’t the only one. I was happy for nothing. I thought that seeing a post where I was male lead and seeing comments of people looking forward to it was giving me some sense of acknowledgement. But I found out the comments on posts where OTHER people were named male lead were more welcoming. After all this talk I think it’s not about the male lead, but more of an acknowledgement of Liu Shishi-laoshi. LYN: As an industry insider, I eventually found out who they DID cast. On my part... I think there’s no more hope for me. So uh... let’s work together if there’s ever an opportunity for us in the future, Liu-laoshi. Comment: Who is it, I want to know. LYN: I can’t tell you. But as for working together... I think I still have a chance with the OST, though. Comment: You want to say, but you won’t. LYN: I don’t want to say. The person they cast has a two character name. That’s all I can say. LYN: Let’s change a topic! In the end, don’t be happy for me about that drama- I wasn’t cast for it, and they didn’t even come to look for me.

LYN: The other day my idol Jing Tian laoshi came to see me on set. Lately she’s been working on... what’s it called? Le You Yuan- I’m sorry, I’m very bad at remembering names. But she came and a production-jiejie for that drama also came with her. I’m not the type of person who saves my words- I’m going to ask what I want to. So when I saw her I asked her if they ever considered me for the second male lead for their project. I just wanted to ask. Comment: Who would ask so directly like that? LYN: I am exactly that type of person. It’s not a problem that they found Xu Kai for the male lead, but was I not good enough for second? Comment: Shameless. LYN: WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Am I so pitiful in your eyes??? You think it’s shameful that I want to be Jing Tian’s second lead? :c OMG. LYN: I know you’re joking around with me. Alright then. Today you “爱答不理 (love to ignore me)” but tomorrow I’ll make you “高攀不起 (reach high but never touch me).” LYN: I was joking around with them- but I think they did come to look for me, but I don’t know what happened. It just didn’t work out. It’s alright- only a matter of time. Who knows, maybe their drama will need someone to play a beggar. Three lines is enough. I happen to be wearing foundation no. 13, I could go cameo. It could count towards me working with my idol just once.

LYN: I only cameo in dramas of good friends of mine. Don’t think I go to cameo for just anything. Also, I don’t go for any money- they can’t offer that much for a cameo anyway- it wouldn’t be worth it even if I did accept. But think about it- if Le You Yuan really did want me for a cameo- I’m just saying this for fun, as a joke- if they did want me, and I went but didn’t accept any payment for it, the least thing they could do is offer me the OST, right? Think about it. People need to broaden their ways of thinking. LYN: How else do you think I got all these OSTs? It’s all about the relationships- the jianghu isn’t about fighting and killing, it’s about the relationships you make along the way.

Comment: Ning-ge, aren’t you already famous? LYN: I'm not famous. I’m nothing. I’m just moseying along and that’s fine. I don’t even WANT to be all too famous. I just want to have steady work, and my fans. I can come stream when I want to, act a little, and when a drama airs I can gain a little more fans. It’s quite nice. We’re happy, right? I don’t need to be famous.

Comment: When’s your variety airing? LYN: That program.. as you all know- the pandemic is worsening. So recording has been put on hiatus. The last time we went we already recorded enough for two episodes. They’ve already contacted us saying that we will be starting production again soon- but it all depends on the situation. You know what I mean? It depends on the situation, we’re going on a day by day basis. Comment: Will it air? LYN: Unless there’s no way we can continue filming, it will air, but probably be delayed. But then again- some programs are fixed for a time-slot and cannot be delayed. So in that case it will air in time, but it’s just that filming will be delayed. Comment: I feel sorry for the editing-laoshis. LYN: I think for one variety program, the editors are the most important. Whether a show gets to air or not all depends on them. If they give you more shots, then you have to send them that many more boxes of oranges. Comment: How long have you filmed for? LYN: We went the once but recorded enough for two episodes. One episode for one day. Each day we recorded for 18 hours, and it’s cut down to two hour-long episodes. Every word is precious.

Comment: When does Zuo Bufan (Floating World) wrap? LYN: I saw some people saying this- I need to explain- some people think that because Zuo Bufan (Floating World) hasn’t wrapped yet, that it has negatively influenced what drama I will be in next. That’s not the case. It’s not because the time didn’t match up that I didn’t take that other job; they ended up using a different person. Also, the Zuo Bufan role is under a timed contract- I’m signed for up until mid-May. LYN: Because I am more familiar with the group and with Bai-laoshi, I had asked him previously- that if I had something else lined up, if we would be able to shoot my scenes first so I can leave the group a little early. But it turns out that the other job fell-through, so I decided we should shoot my scenes as was regularly scheduled. It’s not because I’ve been filming for so long (that I lost other jobs.) I have about 200 scenes in this drama- but I play “The World’s Greatest Swordsman.” How can he prove this? Just using his words isn’t going to cut it. What can he do? He fights whoever he sees. Obviously, they have no chance of winning against him- but even after he defeats them, they have to chat. Like, “You’ve already crossed 60 blows with me. That’s already impressive enough. Usually people don’t last 10.” So I don’t have a lot of speaking scenes, mostly I’m fighting. LYN: The previous drama- ALZ- I was a scholar, and I didn’t have ANY fight scenes. I was so happy to have shot a guzhuang drama that didn’t require me to ride a horse or fight. And then what happened. It balanced itself out with this one. If I’m not fighting, I’m riding a horse and chasing after someone.

Comment: Do horses still kick you? LYN: I don’t have a face that makes horses want to kick me. Not EVERY horse wants to. It was just that one horse- it has some psychological issues because it usually does all of the dangerous stunts; I can’t blame it, it’s very sad. But every other horse I’ve met is nice- the tamest they can get for more leading members of the crew. Also, I’ve learned and I always keep carrots handy. I used to give them cucumbers and stuff but I asked the trainers and they said horses like carrots the most. If I know I have a horse scene the first thing I do when I get to set is feed my horse four carrots. Comment: Are you still afraid of them? / Have you been so scared of a horse you cried? LYN: If they’re walking normally it’s ok- as long as they don’t run. If they run at me, I WILL cry.

Comment: Ning-ge, how come I think you and Daimi are more and more alike? LYN: So you’re saying I look like a dog.

Comment: So have you confirmed your next drama? LYN: I have. x20 Some of you may be worrying for me but I have work, don’t worry. Comment: Male lead? Second? Third? LYN: It’s not important. I’ll tell you- I MAY pick up a male lead role, and if I do it’s because sometimes the supporting characters don’t have enough lines/content and I don’t think they will satisfy me. In some dramas the supporting characters are more complete and have their own arc and story line; but in others they’re.... they lack presence. You know that feeling when every line a supporting character says is just to drive the lead’s plot further, even if doing so will be out of character for them? When you come to understand the character and their motives, you’ll find that sometimes what the script wants them to do is unrealistic. So I hope I can play characters that are more complete. A good script and a good character. For myself as an actor, I think those are the most important things to consider. LYN: In my eyes, what makes a good drama is not just who the male and female leads are, but the whole cast and what they bring to it. Nowadays people only care about the leads and don’t care about any of the other actors. It’s like singing, also. You may know that I sing a song, but you don’t know who wrote and composed it. You may go to and enjoy someone’s concert, but you may never know who's back there playing the keyboard. But the thing you have to understand is that without these background players, you will never be able to see a complete/perfect performance. LYN: You can’t undervalue everyone else just because you like only the leads of the show. I hope you don’t think this way either. It doesn’t matter- male lead, female lead, second leads or whatever- they’re not the most important. Well, they ARE important, but I think looking at the role still takes precedence. I’ve said before- I may accept a male lead role, but if one day in the future I find that the third or fourth supporting character in a drama is a good role, I will still accept it. Because I’m an actor. I came here to act, not compare ranks.

Comment: Looks like you’ve gotten tanner. LYN: I sure have, shooting outdoors all day. I’m very quick to tan. I wasn’t when I was younger but as soon as I got into this crew... I tan fast.

LYN: I always say that my fans are different. This isn’t a compliment to you, I just hope that you CAN be different. - advises his fans to please not start shit or attack others (his friends and costars and THEIR fans), even if they’re trying to defend him. LYN: Just let it slide. Let them say what they want. We’re having fun together in our little bubble, and let’s just stay here. There’s really no need (to attack others). LYN: I’ve told you before- I’m an adult. No one is bullying or taking advantage of me and if they are, I can take care of it myself. You don’t need to do anything for me. I just want you to be happy every day. I want your heads full of happy thoughts and dreams. Why do you think I stay up streaming all the time? I just want you to be a little happier. And if you’re watching my stream right now, at the least, you’re not lonely right? Somewhere out here, here’s a guy who may not look very handsome but is willing to sit here and chat with you. You might not like him very much, but he’s still here keeping you company, right?

--- q&a

LYN: Let’s change the topic. If there’s anything you want to ask me about, you can ask. As your “Cousin in Showbiz”, if there are any secrets about the industry you want to know, you can ask me that too. I will answer, within reason. LYN: I may not be able to stream as much later because soon I’ll be doing fight scenes all day and I’ll come back and be too sore to stream.

Comment: Is Ren Jialun handsome? LYN: Is that considered a secret?

LYN: I see everything you’re typing- asking me if certain people are married and things like that- I can’t talk about THOSE things! You’re asking me who some people’s boyfriends/girlfriends are- I can’t talk about that. ARE YOU CRAZY?? Are you crazy or am I, to be talking about others like that??

Comment: What date in May does Heroes air? LYN: /speechless laughter/ I can only tell you this- the production and broadcast company don’t even know. Do you want me to divinate what day it will air?? It’s predicted- PREDICTED- to air in May. So don’t ask me, because I don’t know. What are you going to do? Set an alarm for the day it airs? Comment: What about the variety show then? LYN: It should air... isn’t it online already? I think it’s May 6?

Comment: Will you work with Zhao Liying-laoshi? LYN: I will. Of course I will. When there’s an opportunity, I hope we can.

Comment: Were you wearing lipstick at yesterday’s L’Oreal stream? LYN: You don’t have to say it so... femininely. It’s not “lipstick” it was a “lip color.”

LYN: Don’t keep mentioning people’s names. I can talk about them, within reason. But if you want me to talk about their gossip or how they are as a person, I can’t do that. Maybe for people I am very closer/familiar with, but I won’t. LYN: Thank you for letting me know it’s the anniversary of The Long Ballad. Time has gone by so quickly- I didn’t even feel it passing. But it’s already been a year since CGX was released. I’m thankful for this crew, when the stream is over I’ll message the producer-jiejie and thank her. I’ll do a hand dance for her, too. Comment: You made an apple. LYN: ♥ That’s not an apple! Apples are for horses. LYN: I’m thankful that a lot of people may have started liking me because of this drama. Liking me is considered winning the lottery, not “falling into a pit.” It’s also fate. Everyone who started liking me because of this drama- then you’ve liked me for a year now, huh? You’re an old fan now.

Comment: You’re trending. LYN: Am I? [...] Last time I was also made trending because of you, and I thanked all of you and weibo for making it happen. Because honestly... the fact that I stream is a normal thing. I’m probably not like your idol who only streams once a year. I st ream 100 times a year. So the fact that I am able to make it into the trending list every time is really all thanks to you. I thank weibo for indulging me and I thank you all for engaging. If I wasn’t here to control the comments then you can sit here all day; in one hour they can bring up so many topics of conversation. But really, my streaming is an extremely basic thing, but each time you can always get me on the trending list, so I want to thank you a lot. It’s also motivation- for me to stream more. XD LYN: I’ve sung so many OSTs, been spokesperson for so many brands, acted in a few dramas and never made it to trending. (but his streams always do.) /sings awkwardly/ Comment: There are more and more people coming in. LYN: Yeah, because it’s trending and also at this time of night people are settling down- they’ve already eaten dinner, and anyone who went out for fun is already back. If they have nothing to do and didn’t go to the ktv then they’ve all come home to browse weibo for some news. They’ll see that I am streaming, and even if it’s a normal thing, they’ll come in to take a look. Our meeting is like fate.

Comment: Will the next time you stream be April? LYN: What else? It’s already March 31st. The next time I stream will be in April. That’s correct.

Comment: Ning-ge, why do your eyes look kinda purple? LYN: I have a face that asks to be beaten, so when I was walking on the street earlier someone punched me. They gave me panda eyes. Hey- “panda eyes”... you can call me the “male celebrity with panda eyes” in the future. LOL.

Comment: Will you have a break for the Qingming Festival (April 5)? LYN: Usually I would- I’d head back to Dandong and sweep the tombs, but this year is a bit more complicated. I’m afraid that if I go, I won’t be able to come back and continue to shoot the drama (bc of quarantine) and mess up the schedule. So I don’t think I’ll be able to go this year. Comment: When’s your next drama? LYN: After I finish up this one, I’ll take about half a month to finish up a bunch of songs I still owe people. I’ll probably start the next drama in June. Probably- we’re negotiating the contract now. Comment: Is it a guzhuang? LYN: ..... I won’t say yet. Maybe in a few days. ... Alright, fine. It’s a modern drama. You’ll find out when it’s time. Comment: The Dominating CEO type? LYN: No~ I already told you, I’m going to Yuan You- /oops/ Le You Yuan to play a beggar, remember? LYN: When the contract is finished and signed I’ll tell you how I got this job. All of my work comes to me in such mysterious ways. Really. So strange. I’ll tell you who to thank later. Comment: From a meal. LYN: No, ALZ was from a meal. Remember, I told you. But later the producer-jiejie told me not to spread that around, because it makes it seem like they make really arbitrary decisions about casting. I thought about it, and she’s right. But I also just want to say that producers aren’t idiots and they’ve met so many people, they already have in mind who is suitable for a role or not. If I wasn’t good enough, I’m sure she wouldn’t have chosen me. But I think she made the right choice (with me). Thank you, jiejie. - REALLY wants to spill the beans on how he got his next drama role- says it came from attending some event- but reconsiders and doesn’t say. XD LYN: It’s really so funny, but I’ll tell you next time.

Comment: Do you have any “commoner” friends? LYN: There’s no “common” or “not common” here. I’M common. Think about how you got your friends- 1. classmates, 2. neighbors, 3. co-workers. I got out here early, so all of my friends I got to know because they are my co-workers. Now in this industry, all of my friends are either actors or singers. Comment: Internet Friends. LYN: Yeah, I have you too. So I want to share my fun stories with you, my friends. Everyone who is watching my stream right now is my friend. Right fam?

LYN: Is there anyone in my stream who has trouble understanding what I’m saying? Comments: Sometimes there are words I don’t understand. // I understand what you MEAN. LYN: Everyone’s okay, right? People from Shandong can understand? /starts saying things with a Shandong dialect/. Yeah, because I’m from that region. Even though I speak with a little of an accent it’s still okay, right? Comment: Learn the Tianjin dialect. LYN: My language skills aren’t very good. I can’t learn. I’ll try to use Standard Mandarin as much as possible. Comment: Learn the Beijing dialect. LYN: /laughs/ Do you want to hear a Beijing rap? [..] LYN: I care about the customer service, so if hearing my accent was too difficult for you, I would have switched over to standard.

Comment: Sing “One Love As Always”. LYN: I’m not in a great condition today. If I were able to sing I wouldn’t be here and would have gone to record an OST. I’ll sing for you when I feel better. Comment: How about learning how to dance? LYN: I know a lot of you all want me to be the best at everything, but dancing really doesn’t suit me. People have to have their limits. They can’t do everything. I can sing, dance, act, stream- that’d be too amazing and I can’t handle it. I think just focusing your time on your known talents is enough. I don’t have very good coordination- my small brain isn’t developed enough. Comment: You legs are too long...

- sets up for a bathroom break LYN: Can you hear my neighbors fighting? Oh, my mic is too good at filtering out the background noise, you can’t hear it. My neighbors are fighting, I must go over there. Wait for me. I’ll be right back.

LYN: It’s alright, they were just watching a movie. What can I do? Tell them to turn it down?? I’m always in my house yelling and singing so I can’t tell them to turn it down. I’m sure they don’t want to see me, either.

LYN: I heard back from the producer-jiejie for The Long Ballad, she congratulated me on the anniversary. Sometimes I feel like acting in a drama is not just that- I find it really meaningful. I’ve played a few roles already, but Hao Du is really special. It’s an odd sense of honor/pride. For example, like if ZBC sings “The Direction of Light” on some stage, the producer-jiejie will always send a message and say, “The Long Ballad yyds.” So I reply to her, “I can’t sing “One Love As Always.” XD Or else she’d want me to sing it. But what I’m trying to say is that it’s not only just a drama for us- it’s something very meaningful. Comment: You really replied to her like that? LYN: Do you think I would?? I was joking. LYN: I have feelings for every role I play- as an actor I think it’s really fun. Every role you play- you will have feelings towards it- some shallow, some deep. For me, I will never forget them. Comment: Why won’t you sing “One Love As Always”? LYN: It’s a little more of an emotional song- it’s not proper for an event, because it’s not like they’re there to listen to your concert. They’re going to pick songs that are a little more lively.

- says that even after he finishes streaming, and after his classes and his nightly routine, he’ll take some time to go back and read the comments from people who have watched his stream. LYN: I see a lot of people say that when they’re watching my stream they’re really sleepy. But right after I stop streaming, they're full of vitality. Another things is that after I stream people are so happy, they don’t want to sleep. They want to chat some more. LYN: Also what makes me happy is that most of the people who watch my stream are just regular weibo users. And I see a lot of fans of other people come to watch my stream, too. I’ll open the topic to see what everyone has to say, and it’s all pretty nice things. All these things give me motivation. I’m glad that I’m welcome. I know it may not be very meaningful, but I hope that at least you could have gained companionship. I’m also happy when I see fans of other people compliment me and also offhandedly say, “If only my idol could also be like this, it would be so nice.”

Comment: What’s Zhao Liying’s next drama? LYN: LOL. Are you just here to get insider information from me? I think it’s already all over the internet, though. I saw it, at least. You didn’t? I mean, of course I KNOW, but I can’t go around saying it. Should I just change my channel into a tabloid?? Every drama has it’s own schedule, and I can’t go messing it up for them. LYN: If you want to know, add me on WeChat and send me $10. Comment: Ning-ge, what’s your ID? LYN: Life up your QR code, I’ll scan you. Come on. LYN: Liying-laoshi is really nice, though. She is always introducing work to me, and wanted me to be in the drama she was working on. But the timing really just didn’t work out, otherwise this time I really would have been able to work with her. Hopefully there’s a next time.

Comment: How come there’s no cartoon today? LYN: I lost my childlike innocence. I am no longer young, so I don’t want to watch anymore. LYN: No- the frame is too small, it doesn’t fit. Today’s stream was a little sudden, and the table I bought for it hasn’t arrived yet.

Comment: What’s with the song? LYN: This song is Shanghai Disney’s theme song, called “Magical Surprise” sung by Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. Shanghai Disney is a place full of happiness. No matter if you’re male or female, old or young- when you’re there you will attain happiness. It’s a wonderful place. When you go you will experience a magical surprise. Comment: Is this Jing Xiang’s (?) voice? LYN: This song was sung by Liu Yuning. Do you know LYN? He’s a singer. He’s started acting recently. Do- Do you know him? If you don’t, go take a look at the trending topics!

Comment: You don’t know LYN? He’s a professional streamer. LYN: What nonsense is that?! I’ve spent four years to prove that I’m a singer and an actor, and you’re saying I’m a professional streamer!? You can say that my streaming is professional, but not that my streaming IS my profession. I’ve told you- in terms of professionalism, being a chef is my profession. Singing, acting, and streaming aren’t my profession; because I only have a certification for being a chef. Comment: You didn’t graduate high school? LYN: I did. It was a career school. I learned two years and had one year of practical experience. But I don’t know why they made us pay for that year... A lot of people think that maybe the people who go to career schools don’t have a very high education. Of course, I think being well-educated is very important. I want you all to study, go to a good college, and great a great job. That’s my wish for you all. BUT! On the other side of things, I don’t think college is the ONLY way to go, you know? Some people are suited for schooling and some people aren’t, like me. When I was in school I couldn’t absorb anything and my teacher would make me leave the classroom. I couldn’t pay attention so I would hum songs and my teacher would tell me to get out so I don’t disturb my classmates. LYN: Honestly, my home situation wasn’t the greatest, so I thought if I couldn’t learn in school, I might as well so something so that I didn’t starve. There’s an old saying - What profession can never let you go hungry? You can’t starve a cook. I was afraid of going hungry, so I went to learn how to be a chef. I was my class’s rep in the English course, too! I was checking people’s homework like, “This “noodle” isn’t spelled correctly.” I didn’t take English seriously in middle school, but here I am being the class rep in chef school! I have my homeroom teacher to thank for that, because they specialized in English. LYN: So let me sing a song for you in English! :) - Lemon Tree [t/n: I’m sorry Ning-ge, I laughed.] LYN: Someone’s out here spamming “sounds bad.” First of all- do you not have friends in real life? Or are you small and weak in real life and online you’re aggressive? If it was just one time, it would have been fine but you keep on spamming it. Your words can influence my future work with OSTs- because I won’t have any. I think ending one person’s way of life is too cruel. Listen up- you can do whatever to get ahead in life but not ending another person’s way to make a living.

LYN: Don’t think that when I’m streaming I’m high and mighty- actually in real life I’m small and helpless. When I go out with friends, I’m the one who talks the least. Some of them tell me how nice it would be if I actually talked as much as I do when I’m streaming. But some people don’t know me as well, and think that when I’m not talking it’s because I’m unhappy. Then I have to actively explain that when I stream I’m a little “crazy” but I’m not actually like that in real life. Then they understand, and say “Right- if you did talk that much, you really WOULD be crazy.” LYN: I’m able to be like this when I’m streaming because no matter how much you yell at me- I can’t hear it. But in real life you could be yelling at me and pointing fingers straight into my face. LYN: When I stream I hypnotize myself, and tell myself that everyone who comes to watch all love me very much. No matter what I say, they will think I’m right. No matter what I sing, they’ll think it sounds good. It gives me a lot of confidence, and when you’re confident you can talk a lot. When you’re not confident in you rself you talk less because you don’t know if what you’re saying is right or wrong, or if people would even care to listen.

Comment: Do actors get weekends? LYN: No. Not only are there no weekends, there isn’t a day or night. If it’s night time in the drama, it’s usually filmed in the daytime. Scenes that are filmed inside rooms- where you see the “sunlight” come in- those are filmed at night. There are no rest days in acting. Even if you’re sick- if you’re scheduled to shoot that day, you’re going to have to go. Unless it’s an emergency. At least that’s what I do. Because I know how much money just one day costs the production company. If you don’t go, there’s nothing for them to shoot. I think most actors are like this- there are practically no rest days and if you’re sick you still have to work. Comment: Will rain effect the production? LYN: Yeah. If we’re shooting outdoors and it goes from sunny to raining- that’s going to be a problem. There are two ways to fix this: 1. change your plans and 2. wait for the rain to stop. Once we went to shoot a fight scene and got two cameras in before it started pouring rain. I suggested to the director we change it to a rainy fight scene- that’s pretty impressive, too. The director said it was no problem, but the thing was that there was another scene elsewhere that was supposed to take place at the same time as this one. The time was the same- but it would be raining in one location and not in the other, which would make it seem like we weren’t in sync. So we waited for the rain to stop. Phones nowadays are so amazing- there are apps that will estimate when the rain will stop! We started shooting at 8p, and the app said the rain would stop at 10p. So I asked the director what our plan was- he said to wait the two hours or so, and the best thing would be if I sat in my chair and prayed. Pray for the rain to stop. I don’t think my prayers would be very effective against this. It wasn’t just a light rain- it was storming- there was lightning and torrential rain pour. I told him I didn’t think the rain would stop, and that we should try filming something indoors in the meantime, but he wanted to wait. After about half and hour I think he figured the rain wasn’t letting up so we wrapped for the day. So those are the two options... but if it’s a light rain, we could set up a tent. One of the scenes in The Long Ballad took a week to film- you think it didn’t rain in that time? It did. We set up a tent.

Comment: Do you want to act in a xianxia drama? LYN: There’s no genre in particular that I WANT or don’t want to try. There’s just one that I might try to stay away from and that is- pure romance. I’m not saying they’re /bad/- because a lot of my friends are in those types- but I myself don’t really want to be in them. LYN: It’s just.. I don’t know how I would act in them. I just don’t have the confidence. LYN: I can do xianxia dramas, but I haven’t yet. I have received scripts for xianxia dramas before, but I’m thinking that if I have the choice, I want to shoot a few more where I can understand what I’m saying. My imagination has its limits. If you tell me that my previous life was that of a cook- and before that I was a guqin-playing fairy- and before THAT I was a little kid who sold bread on the streets... I’ll be confused. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that information or how I’m supposed to act. LYN: I’m curious. I WANT to act in one, but I’ve never encountered one. So I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m sure when the time comes- when I have the job- I’ll figure it out.

Comment: Is it hard to memorize the script? Are there any secrets to it? LYN: Memorizing the script is like memorizing a textbook. There’s not really any secret to it, you just have to understand what you’re reading. It depends on the director, too. Some directors don’t want you to stray from the script for even ONE word. Never any of the directors I’ve worked with, though- I always heard this from friends. If there’s a line that reads: “You must be a fool. Ha. Ha.” There are two laugh sounds, so you have to laugh twice. This is just an example. The reason why is... I don’t know. Well, maybe it’s because they fear that the script isn’t complete. Just in case they aren’t able to cut the scenes together correctly. LYN: As for me, as long as I get the general meaning and logic of the script I can say my lines well. They may not be exactly like how it’s written, but it comes out okay. There was a longer line once... “When I was young...” /trying to remember it/ “I hadn’t been in the sect for very long.... and I was bullied by my senior brother...” “Every day, he wanted me to...” /stops trying/ My memory is too good! /suddenly spews a very long line of dialogue from his drama/

LYN: Heroes is about to air- my group went to check out some clips of it and sent them to me. I think I did a pretty good job with the voice acting. So I think that as long as I am able/allowed to voice my own characters, I will. Comment: Do you have a lot of scenes in Heroes? LYN: The most I’ve shot so far, yes. I think it was around 360? That’s quite a lot. The drama I’m shooting now, I have around 200. ALZ was just under 200. LYN: When I first got the role of Bai Choufei I asked the production company how many scenes I had, and they told me it was less than 300. I was happy, because I didn’t want to be wasting my time. So if I could shoot more scenes in the allotted time, then I would. Then when I finally started shooting the scenes I got curious and asked specifically how many? They said 298. That’s less than 300 alright. But later, as we kept filming the director- because there is a script, but the director will also go over the materials and create his own understanding of the characters and events- during the course of the shooting, kept adding scenes. It doesn’t stray from the novels at all, there’s just TOO MUCH content- he took a bit of each character’s story line to incorporate into the single drama. Let me clarify- he didn’t only add scenes for me, he added scenes for ALL the actors. LYN: This isn’t a very... action-driven plot, that comes at you hard and fast. The beginning of this drama takes time to set up a lot of backstory, and then all of a sudden you get into it. Comment: If he added scenes, did you get more money from it? LYN: Why do you have to make everything about money? I’m not the type of person who is so poor that all he thinks of is money first. The director added scenes because he looked well upon me, and the others. I don’t have any resources and didn’t “buy” him off- he just got so excited about the drama and made it a little more abundant. They don’t pay us more- we’ve already negotiated before signing. What am I supposed to do if they say they wrote more scenes for me, and asks if I would like to play them out? Say no?? I’d be crazy.

Comment: Between singing and acting, which is more important to you? LYN: This questions sounds so much like.. a trap. There are a lot of fans here. Of my songs, of my acting, of my legs- LOL. I don’t think either is more important than the other. What’s important is that I have work in either one. If you want me to act, I will put all of my effort into acting. If you want me to sing, I will take responsibility for it and sing it with the emotion you want from me. It’s all the same. In my mind, I think of myself as a singer. But from the perspective of whoever is hiring me, what I am may change.

Comment: When’s ALZ airing? LYN: It should come out this year... if you calculate it, add a year to the wrap date, plus or minus a couple months. The Blue Whisper, which came out recently started airing fairly quickly, because Director Zhu’s works are all fast. Director Zhu- who I’ve worked with this time- puts a lot of work into the drama before we start shooting. He thinks of everything from the script and storyboard that he wants and so when we get around to shooting the scenes it all goes very smoothly. He’s very good at editing while we’re shooting. It’s a rough edit, but he’s already cut 70-80% of what he wants and there’s a very quick pace in post-editing. He creates things very quickly but efficiently. Comment: Have you watched it? LYN: I haven’t. I don’t want to. I’m a little sad because the 2nd male lead was originally going to be me. It’s a missed opportunity. I was filming Zi Chuan at the time, and ended up not being able to take the job. Not that they were SET on me- I’m just saying that I was in the lineup of potential actors for that role. The timing just didn’t work out.

Comment: Have you done the voice acting for ALZ? LYN: Not yet. It’s still in editing. Usually the voice-acting is one of the last step. You have to get the story ironed out first before you can do the music, special effects, and voice acting. It’s still way too early for this drama. Comment: Are you voice acting for Zi Chuan? LYN: 60% chance we’re using original standing audio for Zi Chuan. We’ll use 60% real-time sound and then make up the rest later. [..] The hard thing about it is that there’s a high standard for sound quality. But in Hengdian... we could be shooting our scene, while a neighboring crew is slaughtering a pig or something. Comment: What happens when you’re voice acting and find that you didn’t act well? LYN: What else are you going to do? Cry? It’s normal to be disappointed in your acting. This profession will leave you with a lot of regrets. People are always improving, so looking back on past works will leave you disappointed and thinking how you could have done it better. If you have good dialogue, your acting will be good. Sometimes someone’s acting can be improved with the voice act! /gives an example/ You can always try to make up for it somehow. LYN: I’m not speaking as a professional, but as an outsider. These are just my experiences. The way I explain things are very ridiculous, insubstantial, and unprofessional; but this is just me sharing my thoughts on these things to the people watching my stream.

Comment: If you can see this, touch your hat. LYN: What are we doing, sending secret signals? I’ll pick my nose. I saw you, I’ll pick my nose.

Comment: Ning-ge, are you LYN’s anti-fan? LYN: I’m just thinking if I diss myself first no one else will be able to diss me any worse.

Comment: I want to see you in an idol drama. LYN: The thing is- whether something counts as an “idol” drama or not is very simple. It just depends on if the actors are good-looking or not. If most of the actors are good-looking, you can get away with calling it an “idol” drama. But if all the actors are ugly, you’ll have a harder time of it. So this phrase in itself, “Liu Yuning in an idol drama” is flawed. If you think I’m handsome then all the dramas I’ve acted in should be counted as “idol” dramas. So this just proves that you still don’t approve of my visuals. LYN: What I’m shooting right now isn’t a “gu-ou” (guzhuang ouxiang) drama. Take the “ou” out. It’s just a gu(zhuang) drama. Because I am very ch-ou (ugly).

LYN: Oh, it’s already 11p. I really should stop streaming now. I’m afraid that if I don’t hit the breaks now, I really won’t be able to stop myself and I’ll stream past 12a. So, it’s about time now. Alright. If you haven’t yet subscribed to my weibo yet, please do so. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. A lot of people may not know me, or may know OF me but have never watched one of my streams before. Since your’re here, it’s fate. Don’t miss the next time I stream and subscribe to my weibo. You can come the next time I stream. Thank you for the trending topic today. Thank you for spending time with me. Thanks for staying with me until the closing. Tomorrow is Friday so you may have work or school, but I hope everything goes well. I hope you had a wonderful night. It was great to have you all. I’ll see you the next time. Good night~

LYN: Since it’s the one year anniversary of The Long Ballad, I’ll wear these glasses and sing you a song. - /sings Sa Ding Ding’s The Long Ballad OST, If You Return/ - starts off normally enough... and THEN. HA-AAAH~! AHHHHH! LYN: Just trying to convey how tragic and miserable the story is... The highlight of this song is really the chorus. Let me sing it again and then I’ll go. LYN: Good night everyone!

[[* There are now two more streams out- one 25 minutes (he didn’t really get to do anything before he was called to set) and another 4 hour one. :’) I’ll work on those next... ]]

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(3:00:09)#topics:#rumor lyn cast as ml in fox spirit matchmaker (debunked)#jing tian's drama le you yuan & lyn as 2nd lead #(or maybe a beggar)#detective plan's halted production (bc of pandemic) but still scheduled to air on time (prob)#horse trauma #wait- who's the 2nd lead in blue whisper? bc that cld have been ning-ge :o #(i gotta start tht drama... >.>)#the very end- lmaooooo

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onetwothreefarkle · 3 years

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Here, have some seblos prom headcanons:

Seb plans an elaborate promposal that probably involves a serenade and a bouquet of flowers (shout out that one post) and probably the entire drama club helps out with it bc they all love Seb and Carlos

This is their junior prom because I want the current juniors (who will by then be seniors) to be involved. So, redlyn and seblos are the only two couples actually going together, but everyone else is going together as friends because EJ is too old to go, and Howie goes to a different school and they decided it would only be fair if they didn’t go to either prom together bc 2 proms is...ridiculous.

Carlos helps Ricky and Big Red pick out their prom suits (if Ricky asks, yes his suit was really that cheap and no Carlos didn’t secretly pay for any of it at all...)

Seb goes prom shopping with the girls, and they all decided to get together early the day of prom to get ready together at Ashlyn’s. Kourtney helps everyone with their makeup looks

Seb doesn’t wear a full face, but he definitely wears eyeshadow, mascara and winged eyeliner and some highlighter on his cheeks (and sparkles in his hair like he wore for Sharpay bc I loved that)

Carlos gets his nails done the day before to match his suit and does his hair at home before hand. He and Seb agree to getting ready separately so they can surprise each other with their Looks (the only previews they have are of their suits, to make sure their ties match)

Carlos buys Seb a corsage!! Carlos shows up at the Caswells’ with Ricky and Big Red and he’s so excited to give Seb the corsage and then Seb comes down the stairs and he looks so beautiful that Carlos forgets how to breathe for a second. (Seb is thinking the same thing about him.)

Seb loves the corsage, of course.

EJ surprises them by renting a limo for Ashlyn (and Big Red) and Gina, so the whole group goes to prom together in the limo. (EJ also takes embarrassing pictures of them to cover up his FOMO.)

Once at prom they all hang out with each other and have fun dancing with their friends and it’s very wholesome

At one point they definitely bring back some of the Stick to The Status Quo choreography, just for funsies. They also dance like a proper waltz during one of the slow dances just because Carlos wants to show off.

Seb is just a smidgeon taller so during some of the slow dances (especially later in the night as Carlos gets tired), Carlos will rest his head on Seb’s shoulder/in the crook of his neck.

Part way through the night Seb convinces Carlos to step out for some air, which really means going outside to makeout a little bit until Gina finds them and drags Carlos back to the dancefloor with her

After prom is over the gang goes out for 1 AM diner pancakes (I actually did this after my prom with my friend group, highlight of the evening) and Seb falls asleep on Carlos’s shoulder in their booth

Carlos spends the night at Seb’s and takes his makeup off for him (imagine them sitting in the bathroom and Carlos is gently wiping the makeup off Seb’s face with one of those towelettes and the whole thing is just an excuse to touch his face and gaze lovingly into his eyes)

#HSMTMTS #seblos #Seb Matthew-Smith #Carlos Rodriguez #redlyn #portwell #kowie #HC

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egcdeath · 3 years

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birthdays with the boys

in honor of my own birthday, today i’ll be sharing with you what i think your birthday with many cevans characters would be like. enjoy! <3

steve rogers

he leaves his mission early and unannounced so when you wake up to the smell of pancakes in your house, and a man with breakfast in bed you almost jump out of your skin buuut you couldn’t be happier to see him

breakfast in bed is just the start of your bday because he goes ALL. OUT.

as you finish up eating, he grabs a folded piece of paper with a wax seal on it and hands it to you

he tells you to open it once he leaves, gives you a wink, then goes

he planed a birthday scavenger hunt for you!!!

for the rest of the day, you travel around the city to a bunch of important places in your relationship, like your fav dates n stuff

at the midway point of the hunt, he meets you for a coffee and makes sure you’re still enjoying everything before he sends you off with the avenger’s company card and basically tells you to get something nice before finishing the hunt hehe

you do in fact get yourself something nice

at the end of the hunt, you end up at the compound where all of your friends and teammates are and you have a very nice birthday party

by the time that you and steve go home, you’re exhausted but wanna spend a lil more time savoring your birthday so steve suggests that the two of you watch that one cheesy rom com that you love (and he hates)

as you cuddle on the couch, popping the occasionaly popcorn kernel in your mouth, you cant help but to feel grateful that you have such an amazing boyfriend

ransom drysdale

his birthdays were always disregarded when he grew up, so he has a very extravagant celebration planned for you

we all know that he can make a pretty airtight and elaborate plan so you literally have zero idea of what he’s got up his sleeve

enter: a whole birthday week

(he sweet talked your boss into some time off so thats one whole thing you don’t have to worry about)

day one is a whole spa and a shopping day

he can’t stand some of your friends but he invites them anyway bc he knows it’ll make you happy

he’s glaring at your friends while they giggle about some new louis vuitton purse and you’re thoroughly amused by it

you give him extra kisses that night as a reward for not instigating any fights that day (awww bf of the year am i right ladies?)

day two you guys do a museum hop and look at lots of art

ransom rolls his eyes at canvases that have a few drops of paint on them and are called modern art, you think this is hilarious

day three you have a picnic together in a park

ransom knows you have an affinity for charcuterie boards and attempts to make you one himself (and it’s not all that bad), along with a bunch of dainty little sandwiches

later that day, you go to a planetarium together

on your drive back home you have an interesting convo on the meaning of life

day 4 you take a pottery class together

ransom makes the most deformed bowl you’ve ever seen in your life

so naturally you put it up for display in your bedroom (so whenever you see it you can think of him)

day five is a first class flight to some luxurious villa in europe. most of day five is taken up on a plane

ransom lets you lay your head on him while you sleep, even though the position you’re in is making it astonishingly uncomfortable for him

day six you guys explore the city all day together

ransom makes sure not to complain about his aching legs (even though yours are getting sore too, and if he said something you would’ve done something about it!)

on your real birthday (day seven), ransom takes you out to a very nice dinner, and gives you a hand written letter detailing how much he loves and cares about you (because sometimes it’s hard for him to say his feelings)

you’re extremely flattered but have no idea how you’ll top this for his own birthday

andy barber

you and andy aren’t really huge on big gestures, so he does little things throughout the day

while you’re at work, he makes a surprise stop by and brings you your favorite drink & lunch from your favorite food place

he sends a bouquet of flowers to your job as well

after work, he cooks for you then showers you in gifts

your favorite thing that he gets you is a little engraved necklace with yours and his initials on it

at the end of the day, he gives you a nice full body massage and somehow that was exactly what you needed.

maybe not the most extravagant birthday, but a good one nonetheless.

frank adler

you have a pretty chill birthday with him and mary

he brings you a cake that him and mary made/decorated together

it’s kind of hideous but you love it

you guys let mary skip class for just 1 (one) day but tell her to keep it a secret

you call the school and let her fake being sick in the background. it is a hoot

you all go to the zoo together

you take tons of pictures

your personal favorite is one where mary and frank are posing with a giraffe

after the zoo, you go bowling

when you win, the sore losers that came with you claim they were letting you win since it was your birthday

you end your day at the beach, watching mary and her cat play in the sand in your peripheral vision while you and frank admire the sunset

ah, sweet, sweet domesticity

ari levinson

you go to an escape room to celebrate your birthday

it’s just you and ari, but you’re smart so you don’t expect it to be too difficult

🚨wrong🚨

you’re both so hard headed and stubborn that doing any of the tasks is like pulling teeth

eventually the building had to close, and you’ve only finished like... a few tasks in the hours you’ve been there

this was certainly not a bad birthday though, arguing with ari is one of your favorite pastimes

and this birthday certainly did not disappoint

jake jensen

you and the rest of your team decided to go to a little retro arcade for the first half of the night

you spent way more time than necessary watching jake attempt to beat the high score of some random game

after giving up on beating the highest score on a pac-man machine, jake decided to attempt to win you a prize on the claw machine

like, $20 and a few annoyed humans in line behind him later, it was still nothing

when jake finally gave up, the next person in line won the soft and plushy elephant you had your eye on

and while your back was turned, he may or may not have paid off its rightful owner in order to get it with you

it was too sweet of a gesture for you to even try to be annoyed with jake

a bit later, you decided to partake in a game of laser tag which was going on in the same building

this was fine and dandy buuuut

everyone on your team treated every mission (real or fictional) like the end of the world

this made for a few very interesting matches

jake nearly trampled a child more than one time

good thing everyone was required to sign a waiver before playing

a custody battle over which team got to have cougar seemed to be a consistent theme during the night

when you were on different teams, you couldn’t help but notice that jake was getting a little too much pleasure out of shooting you

it was fine because you were equally enthusiastic about shooting him

you were eventually booted from the game when an employee claimed you were all being too rough

at some point you lost the elephant

but luckily for you, you found it before you went home

you were going to keep that elephant forever

johnny storm

you were genuinely convinced that johnny forgot your birthday

he did not bring it up ONCE the whole day

you’re actually kind of hurt for a while and get all in your head

johnny gets the silent treatment 🙄 (but he deserves it)

you decide to stop moping and go out, since it issss your birthday

you do your makeup and put on a skimpy little dress

as you leave your room and start enter the communal portion of the baxter building, johnny stops you and checks you out

he’s like “where are you going????”

and you’re like “out 😐”

and he’s like “are you sure? 🤨”

and you’re like yes duh

then he gestures to the side really quickly and you’re kinda confused then a whole bunch of people pop out and start cheering for your birthday

you’re kinda embarrassed that you spent so much of the day moping but you quickly get over it because you love a good party

by the time that most of your guests are gone, you force johnny to take you out to the club

and of course you warn him not to ever pull a stunt like that again

lucas lee

he forgot it was your birthday

#steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #andy barber x reader #frank adler x reader #jake jensen x reader #johnny storm x reader #lucas lee x reader #ari levinson x reader #headcanon #chris evans x reader

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katsukisblackteddy · 3 years

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You Know What They Say...

Warnings: swearing, fluff Pairing: Bakugou x reader (I originally was going to do Kiri, but this doesn’t really fit him lol)

This uses gender neutral pronouns bc everyone deserves to see themselves in (y/n).

Description: The first date with Bakugou was going awesome, well until (Y/N) and Bakugou went to see one of the worst movies they had ever seen...anyways Bakugou sat there oddly quiet until (y/n) started trashing the movie and cursing out the characters...Bakugou was pretty sure he wanted to go on a second date after that.

Anywaysss GO GET YOUR MANS....

YOU WERE WALKING down the hallway towards your locker since school had just ended, intent on grabbing your books and heading outside to walk back to the dorms. Well, that was your plan until you saw the blonde spikes that belonged to king explosion murder himself. “Hey Baku!” You called, speeding up your steps to catch up with his stride.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Big Hair.” He growled, shooting you a side glance. You smiled widely at him, laughing off the hostility as you slid your arm around his. He looked down at where your arms were connected but didn’t say anything about it, surprisingly enough. “I will if you go to the movies with me.”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment as you both walked outside, rolling his eyes before opening his mouth again. “Don’t make me regret it.” He said simply as you stopped, eyes widening in realization.

“Wait so that’s a yes?!” Your smile widened despite his grimace.

“I said don’t make me regret it.” He repeated, his tone harsh, but once again you ignored it.

“Ok! The movie comes out this Friday! I was thinking about the 6:30 showing. We can meet here if you want?” You suggested as he grumbled something to himself before spinning around to look at you again.

“I’ll be at your room at 5.” He said beginning to walk away.

“But the movie doesn’t start until 6:30...”

“We’re getting food first.” Bakugou answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your eyes widened but you said nothing, simply nodding before you sped up your steps again, walking next to him quietly as you both headed back to the dorms.

You got in the elevator with him, the doors closing as you both remained silent, though you would sneak glances his way every now and then. You got to your room, stopping to unlock the door, not even realizing Bakugou had walked out of the elevator behind you, stopping and leaning against the wall opposite your door.

“What color do you like?” He questioned, startling you as you dropped your key staring at him with a hand to your heart.

“Wh-what?” You blinked.

“What color do you like Dumbass?” He repeated a little more irritated than before.

“My favorite color? Why?”

“Just answer the question Dumbass!” His voice grew louder as you chuckled at his outburst.

“My favorite color is (your favorite color).” You answered simply as he nodded once and walked away.

TIME SKIPPPPP

It was finally Friday and you had finished with school and had done your homework. You finished touching up your outfit and putting on your makeup (if you wear it, if not just ignore that).

You turned to glance at the clock, being interrupted when a knock sounded at your door. You grabbed your phone and bag (if you want one, if not just ignore that) and opened your door.

There stood Katsuki Bakugou wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He stuck his hand out as a faint pink dusted his cheeks, revealing a small bundle of flowers in your favorite color. A smile grew on your face as you took the flowers from him.

“Thanks Baku.” You said softly. “I love them.” You put the flowers on your desk in a half full water bottle, reminding yourself that on the way back you had to stop to get a proper vase for them.

You closed the door behind you, sneakily sliding your brown hand into his paler one as you walked down the hall towards the elevator. He didn’t protest to having your hand in his so you left it, not noticing the faint smile that sat on his lips.

Bakugou took you to a ramen restaurant and ordered the spiciest thing on the menu for himself and the second spiciest thing for you.

“I could’ve ordered for myself, you know?” You said as you both began to eat, the ramen arriving after a short amount of time.

“You can order next time.” He said after a moment causing your face to heat up at the realization. Next time.

“Let me try yours.” You pleaded, holding your chopsticks out. He rolled his eyes yet obliged, as you took some of his and you held your bowl out to him, offering some of yours.

“Mine’s better.” He remarked as you rolled your eyes with a smile. You talked about random things and about the movie which was supposed to be an adaption of a show you loved and that you had been waiting a year for it to come out. (Let’s pretend it’s The Last Airbender movie).

Over dinner, you learned that Bakugou liked it too and you began arguing about which nation was the best. Of course he said Fire Nation, but you said that Water Nation was best because Katara and Sokka were the best.

“You know, Zuko’s pretty hot.” You said before drinking some water, watching as he started rolling his eyes and growing irritated. He was jealous.

“Whatever.” He huffed.

“Not you getting jealous over a fictional character.” You said teasingly, trying to hold in your giggles as his eyes narrow slightly and he scoffs at you, but doesn’t deny it. “Don’t worry Katsu, I only like one Hothead.”

“Damn right.” He replied proudly. “Hey who are you calling Hothead?!”

“You.” You replied. “Come on let’s go to the movies before we miss the previews!” You said as you took out your wallet at the same time he did. He pushed your hand away as he got money out.

“No.” He said simply as you continued to both try and put money to pay.

“Katsuki. I’m not letting you pay for me.” You said simply. You didn’t like when people paid for you. (When the author interjects herself into the character 😙)

“No (Y/N).” He said, shoving the money in before snatching the check from the table before you could do anything. He ended up paying and you pouted at him. “What’s wrong with you now Big Hair?”

“I wanted to go Dutch.” You said as he rolled his eyes, before taking your hand in his again. (going dutch means splitting the bill in half, so you would each pay half.)

“Next time.” he replied simply before pulling you into the theater. Damn it, he did it again! Next time...

You both got into the theater, which was at the moment fairly empty since you had gotten there early to get the best seats. You pulled Bakugou around the theater to find the best seats, doing it twice until you finally decided on the seats right in the middle of the theater. “Are you done now?” Bakugou questioned with a raised eyebrow. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it cute what you had just done...though he seemed to be finding everything you were doing cute simply because it was you.

“Yes.” You said triumphantly before tossing some popcorn into your mouth. The theaters filled up a short while later and before you knew it, the movie was starting.

The arm rest between the two seats you were both in moved up, so the explosive blonde pushed it up and pulled you closer to him as you held the popcorn in your lap. You looked at him a small smile on your face, and he was thankful it was dark so you couldn’t see him blushing.

It had only been two minutes into the movie and you already were angry about it, frowning at the way they had already pronounced avatar and it had only been the first lines of the script. “It’s Avatar not Oh-vatar.” You grumpily stated as Bakugou raised an eyebrow not expecting you to say anything, though you had been right.

You were trying your best not to get angry, but M. Night Shyamalan was making it very hard. You were doing fairly alright and stuck to just angrily eating popcorn until this scene came up.

(disgraceful...a joke....can you tell I'm not salty 😒)

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! This movie is a fucking joke!” You said letting some popcorn fall out of your hand as Bakugou tried to hide his smirk by eating popcorn.

It wasn’t like you were the only disappointed one either, the theater was full of fans and they were all disappointed.

“It’s a steaming pile of shit!” You said angrily, looking over to see if Bakugou was agreeing with you. He simply looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Can you stop cursing? There are children present!” A woman said standing up in the middle of the theater, a few rows below you. She wildly gestured towards her six year old son sitting there looking embarrassed by his mother. He was gently tugging her sleeve to get her to sit down, but she wasn’t budging as she stared at you.

“Shut up Karen!” You called, rolling your eyes. She looked around to see who had said that as Bakugou burst out laughing.

“You are a horribly disrespectful child! Your mother should’ve raised you better! Letting you curse like that, she should be ashamed.”

“Hey shut the fuck up, shitty woman! Don’t talk about her like that!” Bakugou said angrily, creating sparks in his hand, his red eyes narrowing at the middle aged woman. The woman began sobbing and screaming as employees shut the lights on and the woman pointed the two of you out saying that you had threatened her and her son.

Needless to say, you had been kicked out of the theater and banned and the movie had ended for the night, though most people thanked you for them out of their misery.

“What a bitch.” You mumbled as the two of you decided to walk around the downtown area since the movie had ended earlier than you had expected.

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t say anything but the smirk on his lips said enough. “What?” You questioned curiously.

“Nothing.” He said shaking his head as you walked into a store to buy a vase for the flowers that were in your dorm. When you arrived back at your dorm, the two of you hadn’t really talked that much walking back, but you didn’t need to it wasn’t an awkward silence...it was nice. “Next Friday.” He said simply before beginning to walk to his room.

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, confused by what he had just said. “What?” You questioned, your eyes searching his face.

“Dinner. Next Friday.” He said simply. “I’ll message you. Goodnight, Big Hair.”

“N-Night Hothead.” You called back after a moment seeing him walk away towards the elevator. He didn’t turn around, and you couldn’t tell from where you stood but he was smiling. Next Time.

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↳ summary- You love turning Jimin on, and you’re desperate to make him punish you for it. Jimin loves punishing you while you listen to his music.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 5.1k

↳ pairing- jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is literally just smut, there’s 1% plot and it’s pornographic too, there’s some fluff at the end but i repeat it is still smut. there is no god in this chili’s tonight

↳ warnings- buckle up pals. established relationship, explicit descriptions of sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), BDSM themes, spanking, belt usage, dirty talk, derogatory names, pain kink, daddy kink, face-fucking lol, unprotected sex, slight impregnation kink but like not really they just wanna have a baby together and talk about it lol, jimin is filthy and i cannot portray him as anything but filthy but then he has like cute babie syndrome at the end.

↳ a/n- hi i feel maybe 1% shame in how fast i wrote this but whatever. thank you to @carly-bean-blog for sending the prompt in! i loved it and went from a planned drabble to 5k words lolol. one day i’ll be less verbose 🥴🥴 plus enjoy and feel free to send in more requests or just a message to say hi bc as you can see i love talking. also RIP to the wine glass i broke while writing this fic because i hit my table to hard. wine glass 2020-2020

Turning Park Jimin on was a delicious challenge for you.

When you first began dating, all it took was a ‘come over’ text, and he’d be there in 5 minutes flat regardless of the fact that he lived 15 minutes away.

Now, a few years and a marriage under your belt, it took a bit more.

That’s not to say he wasn’t the same insatiable man you met at university; even after all these years Jimin could easily go 3 or more rounds a night.

But really getting him riled up, getting him hard and wanting and desperate for you was another thing. Sometimes, you just wanted him to come home and take you right against the kitchen counter, so turned on he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.

You’re determined to win that challenge today.

To be truthful, the day was terrible for you, and you were seeking release in the form of your husband dicking you down until you were speaking another language. You were desperate to let loose, push aside the emotional and tender sex that seemed to be more commonplace in the bedroom recently (and you enjoyed equally) but today you needed to be treated like an absolute harlot.

The idea rolled through your mind while you were busying yourself with housework, laundry and dishes. Options of how to get your husband to take you on the floor, rip your clothes off, make you beg for more, simmered in your mind and made the low flame in your stomach burn. Lingerie could do the trick, Jimin definitely liked to see you swathed in delicate lace or creamy satin. You had a nice deep red set that was dying to be used and discarded on the floor.

It came to you as you set your speaker to play some music as you flicked around the house. Jimin’s sweet voice filled the rooms, causing you to pause as shivers raked your spine.

His music. There was always something Jimin loved about having his music on in the background of your sex that made him work harder on you, fuck you deeper. Maybe it was narcissism at its finest, but who were you to complain if it benefitted both of you.

You discarded all thoughts of cleaning the rest of the house as you stalked towards your bedroom closet, gathering the red bustier and panty set, with matching garter belt and stocking clips. You purchased it rather spur of the moment, a huge sale at your favorite boutique, and you wanted to save it for something special.

It appeared the special moment was now.

You took care to curl your hair, a gentle wave with not too much product. Jimin loved to tug his fingers through your locks, and grip them in a ponytail as you sucked his cock. Any product would unfortunately get in the way. Makeup was minimal, a dash highlight on your cheeks and inner tear ducts, light pink lip stain on your lips. Jimin had been the test subject of many a lipstick, as you determined to find the most blowjob-proof one. Needless to say, none of the lipsticks were 100% solid, but it was the best time Jimin ever had as a test subject. You preferred to stick with the stains, easier cleanup for the both of you.

You complete the visual as you swap your grubby cleaning day clothes for blood red lace lingerie, smirking at yourself in the mirror. The cups of the bra molded against you, encasing your tits perfectly. Jimin would surely lose his mind. The panties were simple lace, and you had the inkling that they would not remain intact tonight. Jimin’s propensity for literally ripping your knickers right off you was legendary. But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted your husband to be absolutely feral for you.

Step two of your plan was now underway as you slipped onto your bed, perfectly made now, and snapped sultry photos. You ensured your cleavage and smooth legs were in the shot, a finger on the mouth. You took a few more, exposing more and more of your body.

me 2:56 pm- hi babe what you up to?

mini 2:56 pm- baby!!!! Not much, just waiting for hobi to get back from lunch so we can practice this new choreo.

Mini 2:57 pm- what about you? besides being the world’s cutest wife :)

Me: 2:57 pm- oh not too much. I did our laundry and cleaned up the house a little. Now im just relaxing and missing my babe :(

Mini 2:57 pm- baby :( i’m sorry. I should be home in a few hours okay! I’ll order in pasta from your favorite place to make up for it

Me 2:58 pm- well, i was sort of hoping you could make up for it but… i don’t want pasta

Mini 2:58 pm- you don’t? What do you want? Pizza?

Me 2:58 pm- [picture attached]

Me 2:58 pm- no, I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight.

Mini 2:59 pm- oh fuck

Mini 2:59 pm- baby you’re playing a dangerous game, teasing me like this.

You nearly had him, he was sniffing at the bait and soon he’d bite and you’d reel him in. You sent the next picture, showcasing your tits with one cup pulled down, nipple on display.

me 3:00 pm- you mean this kind of game?

mini 3:00 pm- christ

mini 3:00 pm- fuck babe, you’re gonna make me pop a boner at dance practice. You know I can’t come home for a few hours.

me 3:00 pm- hobi still gone? Go to the bathroom and i’ll send you a video.

mini 3:01 pm- holy fuck asdskadj okay

Time for the pièce de résistance. Ensuring the speakers blasted ‘Serendipity’, your husband’s full length solo, you clicked the record button and filmed your hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing over the mound with a rough hand. You breathed heavily, sighed, mewled a bit.

“Daddy,” you gasp. “Come home.”

You end it with a hand sneaking under the band and insertion of one finger. Leave him not just wanting more, but rabid for it. The video file is sent before you've even pulled your fingers from their spot resting on your clit.

Minutes passed, you were sure he was watching. The man lived for your exhibitionism.

mini 3:06 pm- you better have your hands behind your back and be on your knees when i get home, little one. In the middle of the bedroom floor.

mini 3:06 pm- i want you to listen to the music and think about me fucking you. Think about how i destroy your little cunt so good.

mini 3:07 pm- but don’t you dare touch yourself. Your pussy is only mine to play with, you got that?

me 3:07 pm- yes daddy

mini 3:07 pm- good. I’ll be home soon.

Congratulations, you smirk to yourself in the mirror's reflection across from you. You’ve won the grand prize. Please make sure you collect your prize from the man with the raging boner.

You idly realize that Jimin hasn’t told you when he’ll be home. You know that on any normal day he’d be home at 5:30. But was he leaving early? Could you chance it? As much as you wanted to disobey and face his delicious punishment, he also could just as easily punish you by not letting you cum at all. And the chances of that type of discipline tonight was high; Jimin would surely make you pay for teasing him at work by exacting torturous ache the same to you.

You’re spinning the pros and cons of preparing yourself now or later, when you are given your hasty answer by the sound of keys jingling in the front door. Your heart rate spikes dangerously, feeling like the muscle would force the blood out of your veins with the pressure.

You squirm off the bed and descend to the floor on your knees, resting back on your heels, and holding your hands behind your back. You lower your head to the floor, knowing Jimin loves it when you avoid eye contact until he tells you when and where to look.

His footsteps are heavy, slow and torturous because you know that he knows that you’ll be on the very edge of your sanity. The warmth in your belly is torched with tinder and starter and is flaring high. Jimin’s simple presence, just like this, is enough to get you to an incredible high. Nothing brings you to your knees faster than when he turns from your sweet, adorable and gentle husband into the sadistic and powerful dominating owner of your body and soul.

It takes 5 deep breaths from your belly before you hear Jimin enter the bedroom. He’s not saying a single word, but you can hear his soft footsteps on the hardwood floor. Your knees are aching at the pressure of the hard floor, but you ignore it. You’d ignore cauterizing wounds for the man hovering above you if he asked.

You’re trembling, you notice. Your thighs are quivering ever so slightly and the grasp on your hands behind you is weakening. You grip harder, determined to maintain perfect correct form.

Jimin is frustratingly silent. He walks around you, and you feel his eyes rove your body intently, as if looking for fault or reason to punish you. He seems pleased when he finishes his rounds, standing right in front of you.

“Look at me,” he states with authority, but his tone is gentle.

You finally tilt your head up to gaze at your lover and nearly gasp at the sight. Jimin is, on an average day, the most ethereally beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Today, he looks as if he descended from heaven mere minutes previous. His pink hair is pushed back, eyes darkened with desire, and wearing the tightest shirt you’ve ever seen, making his toned dancer’s body ripple under the cotton. Tight sweats that leave nothing to the imagination about what he’s packing between his thighs sit low on his hips and you spot just a hint of his lower abdomen, the v line of his adonis belt, and you’re sure you’re drooling.

“Look at me,” he corrects, a smirk on his face. Your eyes snap to his own again, and he winks at you.

“Have you been a good girl for daddy?” He asks, and it feels like a loaded question.

You play it coy. “Yes, daddy.”

He stands still in front of you, hand stroking his face as he watches you. His eyebrow arches.

“Are you sure? You have done nothing to upset Daddy? Nothing at all?” His voice becomes teasing, and the smirk on his features is sinister.

You bite your lip. “I sent Daddy a video of me, touching myself to his music.”

“That’s right, angel,” he murmurs and circles you again. You feel like his prey before he comes in for the kill. “You made daddy leave practice early. Don’t you think that’s not being a good girl?”

“No, I did wrong.”

“I’m glad you agree,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna make you regret getting Daddy hard and horny at work.”

He places his hands on your shoulders and you shiver. His hands are smooth, warm. You love the way you feel the cold steel of his wedding ring pressed to your skin, a tangible expression of his love and loyalty.

“Stand up,” he directs. You’re quick, thankful to be off stinging knees. He lets his hands glide down your back to meet at your clasped hands, pulling them apart and turning you to face him.

He threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, sealing your lips to his. His lips are soft and taste of chapstick, a hint of sweat, and something just so simply Jimin that is addictive. He’s gentle and tender in the kiss, the kind of kiss a husband gives his wife. It speaks miles beyond the simple action, and you chase it, revel in it, knowing it’s the last time he’ll be gentle tonight.

He breaks from the kiss, touches your nose gently and winks. It makes your heart flutter in your chest.

The control seeps back into his face; it's physically present in the tight gaze of his eyes and the coolness of his impassive features. It’s a stark opposite of who just kissed you, and you’re breathless at the sudden change.

“Gonna spank you with my belt, baby,” he murmurs. A hand slaps hard against your ass, surprising you and making you squeak out loud. “Lean over my desk like a good little slut.”

You obey immediately, jerking your body towards his grand oak desk. It’s gorgeous dark wood that matches the decor of your room perfectly and makes for a delicious spot for your sexual proclivities without being obvious. As much as Jimin wanted a sex swing, you would not cave to that.

You bend to fold your body over the desk, gripping the edge and pushing your hips back to allow for more access to your husband. The speaker system by your bed plays music, and you recognize the opening chords as one from his latest album with his six best friends. A smile slips to your face as the volume turns up, quiet enough you can talk, but loud enough it’s noticeable. His smooth, melodic voice is ringing through your bedroom and through your entire body.

He stalks in behind you and rubs at your soft globes.

“Mmm, you look so pretty in this,” he compliments. “You know I love seeing you in red.”

You turn your head to gaze at him, smiling. “That’s why I bought it, Daddy.”

“Good little bitch,” he sighs.

As expected, he rips the underwear from your body with one clean pull. You’re always surprised by the action. He never gives warning. Your eyes follow as the useless fabric soars towards the ground.

“Much better.”

He moves away from you, walking towards the closet. You train your eyes forward, keeping locked on the wall ahead of you, rather than staring. Jimin tells you when and where to look and you follow that.

The gentle clinking noise of a belt buckle causes your pussy to quake. You’ve been slowly moistening since you sent the first text, but you were now starting to drip as if you were overflowing. By the end of the night, you’ll be drowning in it.

He’s behind you again as quick as he left and he rubs the leather belt against your bare behind.

“What’s your word?” He asks, soothing at the skin with the device that will soon maar it. Jimin is ever careful, checking on your mental and emotional safety as well as your physical, and ensured a safe word was in place each time.

“Red,” you assert. He hums his approval and kisses your ass once, one quick little peck, before he lifts back up to standing.

“Count for me, little whore.”

The crack of the belt spanking your cheek electrifies you. You feel as if every muscle in your body clenches as the sting vibrates through your buttocks and down to your core.

“O-one!” You’re shouting, distracted by the pain in your ass to care about your pitch.

Crack. The next slap lands on the other cheek now, and you hiss at the pain. It bites at your skin, and it soaks your pussy.

“Two!”

He delivers the next straight in the center, hitting both cheeks and letting the sizzle melt its way to a pleasure that’s reverberating through your core.

“Three! Fuck!” you gasp.

SMACK. It’s the hardest yet and tears well up in your eyes at the initial whollop, before your hips are writhing and desperate for friction.

“Four!” You’re wailing and you know it makes your husband go even wilder.

“Stay still or I won’t let you cum for a month,” he grits. Your hips stay put, knowing he’s a man of his word and not wanting to face his wrath.

He continues his barrage, and you’re counting out 15 strikes before he stops. You’re sobbing, the pain and pleasure surging so forcefully through your veins that your cunt clenches around nothing and you’re dripping onto the wood of the desk.

His warm hands are soothing at the reddened flesh of your ass, the sensation stinging at first, but oozes away to a relaxing warmth against the punished skin.

“Good girl, baby,” he commends you, hands rubbing all over your flesh. “Took your punishment like such a good girl.”

You sniffle in reply and he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs. He twists you around and pecks your lips again, a reminder that Jimin, your husband, is still there and loves you more than he loves life itself. It soothes you more than any salve could and it steels your resolve to continue. It’s easy to submit and thrill at the loss of control when you trusted the master with your entire being.

“Color?” He asks, checking in with you.

“Green,” you smile.

He’s pleased with your answer. He pulls away from you and pushes you towards the bed.

“Lay down on your back. Head off the side. I’m going to fuck your throat, and you will take it all.”

You’re giddy as you saunter to the bed and notice that Jimin is proud of the blooming red of your ass. It’ll be a literal pain in the ass to sit tomorrow, but it’s worth all the doting and affection you’ll receive in return for being such a good girl for him. The music has changed, another sensual track featuring your talented husband. It sends shivers down you, straight to your core.

You maneuver your body to lie on the bed, grateful for the soft blanket on your burning ass, and tip your head off the bed. Your mouth opens complacently and Jimin shoves his sweats down to reveal his hardened length.

You’re licking your lips like his dick is the finest meal money can buy, and he chuckles. His left hand strokes it, shivering at the cold press of his wedding ring mixing with the heat of his hand.

“You want my cock?” He asks.

You nod, captivated with the motion he strokes the shaft. You almost forget to speak, but his harsh gaze is like a whip.

“Yes! Yes, I want your cock Daddy!”

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” he hums.

Well, this would be too easy.

“I want to suck you dry, let you fuck my throat so I can’t breathe. I’ll let you cum down my throat and make my face so messy from cum and spit that it gets in my eyes and messes up my pretty makeup, daddy.”

His strokes have become faster, and he sucks in hard for air. “Such a filthy fucking mouth.”

You open said mouth again, letting your tongue hang out like a welcome sign to your throat.

He growls, it’s guttural, and it feels as if it’s positioned on your clit, vibrating the nub. Your bliss is cut short as he drives his thick dick into your mouth and directly to the back of your throat, leaving you no time to prepare. You whine slightly around it, and he tsks.

“Don’t you fucking dare whine. Take it all,” he sounds ruthless and your pussy quakes.

He sets a punishing pace, the tip of his dick ramming through your throat. It doesn’t take long for it to become messy, saliva trickling from your mouth, falling towards your eyes due to the angle of your supine head. Jimin sounds angelic, the moans that leave the dancer’s body should be recorded and played for an audience, you think. You’d suffer through hours of this for the reward of his sweet voice crying out your name.

“Fuck, my little cock slut loves it when I fuck her throat, hmm,” he asks, breathy and harsh. You nod as much as you can.

“Yeah, that’s right. You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love it when I fucking choke the shit out of you with my fat cock, huh?”

The voice of an angel with the words of the devil himself. The duality is intoxicating and you are head over heels for both Jimin’s inside of him, every aspect of the man you pledged your life to.

“Mmm, you suck me so good,” he’s groping at your tits through the fabric of your bra. You’re surprised that it’s still on, but you trust he’s aware and always has a plan.

“Are you crying, baby?” He asks mockingly. Tears and saliva mix and your face is completely ruined by it. You nod again and blink. “Good, fucking choke on it.” he goes even faster and you’re moaning. It hurts and the gag reflex is there, but the pain gets you off, and you know the second it became too much, your husband would stop in an instant.

“Little sluts get their face fucked when they disobey daddy,” he chides, emphasising each word with a thrust.

It’s as if you’re desperate for his orgasm, wanting nothing more than to swallow every ounce of what he spills into you, clean him up and ask for more. He won’t have that tonight, it seems, as he’s pulling out of you as quickly as he entered.

“I want to cum in this tight little cunt,” he bites. You slither up from your position and wipe at your eyes, resting against the pillow after he orders you to remove the bustier. He asks that you leave the belt and stockings on, however.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby,” he’s discarded his shirt and is sitting ahead of you, watching you. His gaze turns you on and opens you up like a flower.

Your thighs are spread far and you lean back further onto the pillows to put the star of the show on display. You’re coated with your slick; it’s slathered up and down your thighs and dripping onto the duvet below you. He breathes out in appreciation.

“I think my favorite thing about you is how fucking wet you get for me.” He’s still not moving and you want to beg him to touch you, please do something, but refrain. “You feel like a fucking dream when I’m inside you.”

“B-baby,” you break character and freeze, but he ignores it and allows you to continue as you sigh with relief. “I need you.”

“Do you now?” he banters, and you nod with wide, needy eyes.

“Touch yourself for me, then. Show me how badly you want daddy’s cock in you.”

A hand flies to your cunt in record time and you’re desperately eager to spread the lips of your folds apart and rub at your slick and swollen clit. A breathy, heady moan escapes you at the friction you’ve been aching for since you sent the sexy photo hours ago.

“Fuck!” you shout, circling the bud. Jimin’s eyes are glued to your hands, and he watches with awe.

“Finger yourself,” he demands and you’re obeying before he’s even finished speaking, two fingers slipping down to enter your channel. You arch off the bed and grip a breast in your other hand, flicking at the nipple for extra sensation.

He coos at you as you fuck yourself with wild abandon, gasping his name as you slip deeper with each thrust.

“Add another.” His voice maintains its even quality, maintained and cool. But if you opened your eyes, you’d see that he’s salivating at the sight, desperately restraining himself. His cock is weeping pre-cum and he could explode in an instant watching this too long.

Your ring finger slips in with the other two and you’re keening at the stretch. The pain is gone in a flash, just a pinch that simmers to a desperate pleasure.

“You look so fucking good, baby,” he breaks his composure, momentarily. He’s so in love with you, every single fucking bit, that he can’t help it. “God, you’re beautiful.”

His words have you blushing, as if they’re the most lewd part of the evening and not the fact you’re fingering yourself in front of your husband while he watches and orders you around.

“Rub your clit with your other hand, love.”

The pressure of your added hand on your clit and the fingers thrusting into you has you soaring to your high and your throat chokes on the air. “O-oohhh fuckkk!” You whine.

“You close, baby? You gonna cum on those cute little fingers and get them messy for daddy?” He asks, voice violently serene.

“Y-yes! Please, I want to cum,” you beg. You know the rules, he tells you where and when your body receives its pleasure.

“You wanna cum?” He asks again, and you feel a spike of irritation. He’s already asked you that, haven’t you already answered?

“So badly, daddy! Please! C-close.” Words are escaping your mental capacity now. You’re there, nearly there, just one little tiny string holding you back from the edge of euphoria.

“Too bad.”

Your fingers are pulled from your cunt quickly and you’re crying. Tears are forming in your eyes as you feel an ache deep to your womb. You had been so close, so deliciously close. Jimin knows this, thrills at watching you edge further and further through the night. You won’t admit it at the moment, it’s pure torture then, but the buildup to the finale is indescribable.

“You don’t get to fucking cum until I tell you to cum. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes! Yes, Daddy,” you babble, nearly incoherent from arousal and denial.

He makes you writhe there, pussy so slick its soaking the blankets and you’ll have to change them later but the only thing you think about is your cunt, your weeping cunt that’s screaming to release.

You feel your breath slowing and know that Jimin wants you to come back down to earth before he’ll bring you up again.

“Good fucking girl,” he kisses your belly, licking at the navel. He whispers quiet words of adoration as he trails down your abdomen and end at the top of your mound. Your legs are shaking, no, they’re nearly convulsing from need.

He spreads your folds, and it’s pornographic the way he spits on your pussy, as if it needs any more wetness. It’s not about the wetness, though, and you know it. It’s about the message, the ownership.

“My favorite little fuck toy,” he murmurs, lightly tracing everywhere but the bud throbbing with need for friction. “I can’t wait to cum inside this little pussy tonight. Gonna flood your whole fucking cunt, babe.”

Jimin knows the way to your heart, and the way to your orgasms is through his words. Gentle whispered ‘i love you’s’ in the day and disgusting filth at night. It’s just another reason in a list of a million why you work so well together.

“Should we get you nice and pregnant tonight? You want to make a baby?”

You nearly sob at his words. He can fuck you harder with his words than his cock.

“Please!” You’re yelling, tears streaming down your face. “P-please! I want your baby.”

He leans down and smiles for a moment before speaking. “Well, my little wife will always get what she wants when she asks so nicely.” His lips attach to your clit, suctioning it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. It’s swollen and slick, and it feels like fucking heaven. His plushy lips are working for it, taking you so desperately close to the edge.

You’re gasping a symposium of his name and praising the ground he walks on. You’re sure if you died now you’d die a very fucking happy woman. The world around you is gone, and it’s just Jimin’s sinful mouth suckling at your cunt.

You’re close again, and Jimin knows it. You’re begging, pleading with him, but it’s useless as he roughly pulls away.

The music continues on in the background. It’s lighter, and Jimin croons in the speaker as he grunts in your ear.

He muffles your anguished cry with a messy kiss that tastes of you, and he’s thrusting into you. The slickness guides him in easily and he’s whining against you at the feel of your walls accept him and hugging him tightly as if they’ve missed his cock swelling within them.

“JIMIN!” You’re seeing fireworks as your husband fucks into you, holding you close to him. It’s as rough and kinky as it is intimate and sweet. He holds you, cherishes you, while he’s pistoning his thick member into your loud, drenched cunt.

“I love you,” he whispers, slipping a thumb into your mouth that you suck at eagerly, as skilled with his fingers as you are with his cock. “I love you so fucking much.”

His eyes align with yours, yours full of tears of absolute unrivaled pleasure, and his with full and never-ending devotion.

You’re both so close, and you pull him against you to kiss his lips. You want to connect completely to him as you cum, as he spills into your womb and creates something, someone there.

Your cunt flutters intensely, quaking in anticipation as it builds and builds and builds. Jimin breaks the kiss to breathe and warn you, “I’m going to cum soon, baby, please cum with me.” He’s gentle and sweet, the Jimin who cries at love stories and wears flower crowns now present inside you. You nod quickly, gasping as the coil winds tighter and tighter.

Your kissing is messy, passionate, and your hands grasp him everywhere. You’re tugging at his toned arms and solid back, seeking refuge as the tidal wave grows impossibly high, higher, so so high,

And crashes into you at 100 miles per hour. Your cunt is contracting and pulsing around him so intensely you nearly black out, crying loudly into his mouth. He’s groaning with you, the feeling of your already impossibly tight walls clenching down on him demands the orgasm out of him. He’s cupping your whole face in his hands as he spills into you and your walls suck him in further, so far he could disappear completely.

It feels as if you orgasm for hours, but it's merely minutes later that you’re trying to catch your breath and slip back into reality. You’re clinging to each other like last lifelines and the gaze between you is so intense it clenches at your racing heart.

The silence between you two is long and speaks an entire conversation before your lips even open. He’s singing so sweetly through the speaker, it sounds like he’s singing directly to you. “I love you,” you’re whispering to him.

He rubs at your cheeks in his palms, wiping away stray tears of bliss that have slipped down your face.

“I love you.”

You settle into him, unwilling to move a single inch away from your husband, and marvel at the beauty that is your life, your future.

Jimin holds you close, kisses you gently and sings softly along to the music as you fall asleep, and he adores the fact that he holds his entire world, his future, in his arms.

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