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eladandan · 8 months
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Ni-ki as your Boyfriend
pairing Ni-ki x reader! genre fluff warnings not proofread word count 0.6k
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A relationship with Riki feels like dating your best friend. He is so playful around you that unconsciously, he will bring out your inner child. He will make you show the best side of yourself.
He will force you to do TikTok dances with him, and when he comes across a new trend, he will persuade you to do it with him, and after a lot of kisses and praying, you will accept. As the perfectionist dancer Riki is, he will point out that you are doing a step wrong. The good thing is that he will patiently help you master the moves flawlessly. The problem comes when you start recording, and somehow something will go wrong, and I am not talking about the dancing part, but I am talking about falling and injuring a leg or the phone falling and the screen breaking into million pieces.
He playfully pokes your cheeks at unexpected moments throughout the day. He understands that you might find it slightly bothersome, but deep down, he knows you secretly enjoy it. However, if he ever notices someone else, other than him, poking your cheeks, he becomes protective and possessive.
Aggression is his love language (on the good side dw). He will jump and attack you with his love without a second thought, especially if he needs your attention, which is ALWAYS.
Your closet is full of his hoodies and long T-Shirts he has been giving you throughout your relationship. He thinks that is a way to keep a piece of himself within you. The same thing happens the other way around. He steals all of your stuff, sometimes just for the simple pleasure of annoying you. So you know that whenever he comes to your home, he does not leave empty-handed.
He will talk all day about you to his sisters and his mom. You are part of the fam now.
He will randomly spam you with texts and phone calls because he is bored.
He will randomly give you so many kisses and hugs that you almost puke, but it is okay because it is him :)
Daily pecks and hugs are a NECESSITY.
HIS favorite time of the day is when you guys chill and get comfy to watch funny videos on Youtube
He will also send you the most random TikToks throughout the day.
“Y/N!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!!"
"PLEASE ANSWER!!!! IF YOU DON'T ANSWER, YOU ARE AN UGLY SNAKE WITH TWO ARMS!!!!"
He has an album on his phone of random and funny pictures of you doing random things. He will 100% use these pictures against you.
He is your biggest hater and biggest defender at the same time ¿?
Your bed is undeniably his most cherished spot on Earth. If he had his way, he would happily remain there all day, only leaving when you insist on going to practice. Whenever he visits you, he spends the whole afternoon in your bed watching series or playing video games with you. He will often say that he loves your bed because of the soft mattress, but in reality, it is because the bed sheets smell just like you, and that brings him that sense of home and comfort that no other place can offer.
He probably has you saved in his phone as “MY ugly little rat” + a funny picture of you
He tends to develop an intense obsession with a particular video game for about a week or so. He insists you download and play the game with him until he falls asleep. He often wins against you, and when he does, he starts jumping and shouting around the place, for later to be chilling on the sofa, saying how he does not overreact to winning because he is a cool guy. Although you mainly end up losing, it's not necessarily because you lack skill, but rather because you willingly let him win. In your eyes, nothing is more beautiful than seeing Riki with a bright smile on his face.
Author's note: This was a request of @czlestiner so hopefully you enjoy it 💗. Take care my loves and do not forget to eat your meals and stay hydrated! Feel free to dm me for any request and comment, like, or repost if you enjoyed it!
-Love, Ela
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muldur · 9 months
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the problems I've been having with newpipe the free youtube client:
if I'm in the middle of a video and close the app or just leave it paused for awhile it starts back at the beginning sometimes, not every time, but it's inconvenient when you're watching an 8 hour jerma stream and aren't sure exactly where you were. even though I have "restore last playback position" turned on.
some other options in settings don't seem to work correctly, for example "minimize to popup player on app switch" doesn't work half the time, and sometimes doing this starts the video over.
what I'm LOVING about newpipe that trivializes those issues:
NO ADS!!! (this is the biggest one. i never have to see a disturbing or scary or even just tedious ad on youtube ever again)
there's an option to adjust the brightness of the video in the player by just dragging your finger up the right side. rocks
it doesn't show bullshit videos that don't have anything to do with your search, and the similar videos under the video are actually similar ones. god. I've seriously had it up to here with youtube "recommending" me videos with disturbing thumbnails that I can't even say "not interested" on, Never Again, FUCK YOU
you can play audio in the background and turn off your screen. you can download videos.
you obviously can't interact with the comment section besides reading them, but you can make playlists and subscribe to channels, and I'm seeing there's some customization available there i haven't tried yet. only download the app from their website. godspeed
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lauraedminsonbcu · 2 years
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final design and pitch
After I had established how I was going to execute the final 360 video for my pitch for Topshop, I started to explore how I was going to include the trend of nature-verse into my final piece. I wanted to explore florals a bit more and also include a slight touch of the digital daydream side of the trend. I wanted to include the majority of the colours from the colour palette to ensure they shine through on the final video. I wanted to create something similar to Rebecca Louise Law and have a form of florals installed however I didn’t want them hanging, I wanted them on the ground so that people could feel as if they are stood in a field of flowers when they put on the VR headset and watch the video. I started to test out creating stems and flowers in unity however as I started I soon realised that for what I wanted and had envisioned the process of making a field of flowers would take far too long. I explored the idea of having a template for the base and then adding the brands images and garments onto the shapes that will sit in the field of flowers. I managed to find a template on the unity website that was exactly what I had in ind so I downloaded the software template and started exploring how I could make it my own. The colours that appeared in the flowers were very bright however I did notice a few flowers that alined with the colours in the colour palette. I wanted to include the images that I had discovered on the Topshop instagram as I thought this was the best way to advertise the brand whilst using the consumers images as promo rather than the images on ASOS as I feel that these images are quit plain due to the fact they are simply to show the garment and I want my video scene to be artistic. I started by inserting a few three dimensional cubes as bases for the images and then exported the images as materials onto the cubes. I played around with the dimensions of the cubes so that they didn’t all appear the same but also had to make sure they didn’t appear distorted in any way. To ensure I incorporated the digital day dream aspect, I added a few planet like spheres that would hover above the flowers and ensured the material was shiny to make them appear in a more futuristic way alongside the colour digital lavender. I added a verity of images to the final video which included a range of accessories and clothing modelled for the brand to ensure they get a feel for what is capable with their content. Once I was happy with the placement of the scene content and colours, I started to record the scene using the window recorder in 360 view for approximately 2 minutes. I feel like the video didn’t need to be too long as its not interactive enough and 2 minutes looking around to catch the images and feel of the video was long enough. After I had recorded the video and seen it in the 5k video player, I realised that the images are really hard to see and aunt as crisp as I would have hoped, however I do admire some part of it and that technology is never perfect and the pixelated images are part of the digital daydream in a sense as they are representing the unclear visuals of a dream. Once I had exported the video into a 360 version on insta 360 studio ready for YouTube, I uploaded the video and tested it out on my recently purchased VR headset (selected and punched via amazon, ensuring that majority of mobile phones could fit in the slot). The video worked and I was very pleased with the outcome. As a way of targeting the audience, I feel that the QR code method will be best for reaching Topshop’s target market and audience. After creating a QR code with the Youtube link online, I was able to visualise where the QR code was going to be advertised for the brand. I have created a few ideas of how the brand could advertise the QR code for all to ee and access including social media, billboards and other various adverts. (see images on next post)
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Desperate Measures 1
Warnings: nonconsent and rape (miniseries); stalking, fear, intimidation.
This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: At first, you think it’s a joke when you get the strange messages, but when they don’t stop, you realise too late how real it all is.
Note: This was going to be a one shot but it kept going and going and going, so it’s gonna be split in 2.
Thank you. Love you guys!
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Have a piece of American dream Open up, and swallow, on your knees And say Thank you I'd like some desperate measures, please
💌
The first picture was sent on Monday. You remembered it clearly unlike most Monday mornings. It was the same boring ritual; a coffee that had long turned cold, a pen that wouldn’t write, and a computer that ran as if on dial-up. 
The only bright side was that your small desk was near a window and you could look out onto the city streets, though they were hardly less miserable than your own existence. You were so high up the people were merely moving specks. You often found yourself distracted by the crowded traffic below.
You were drawn from such a distant reverie by the buzz of your phone. You kept it face down by your monitor. Despite the temptation, you limited yourself to succumbing only once an hour. You sat back and your chair creaked as it tilted beneath you. You checked the time in the corner of your screen and reached for your cell, the rubber case scuffed and scratched at the edges.
Notifications for the same emails that sat open in front of you and a few personal ones in the next bubble. Another for the game you played on the subway or when you were overly listless, several updates for your hoarded apps, and a single text. 
There was no number attached to the message, only the foreboding thick font that read ‘unknown number’. You chewed on your thumb as you leaned forward on your elbow and swiped your screen up and punched in your password. The screen flashed and you hit the last notification. No words, just a file. You hit download.
You blinked as it ate your data and the image of your apartment door appeared. You glanced around and laughed to yourself. You shook your head and keyed in your response; ‘very funny, Eva.’ You hit send and set your phone back down. 
Your old friend liked her jokes and you hadn’t missed her little ploy the last time she showed up at your place angry over her latest fling. You had thought she was getting a picture of the stain on the hallway carpet that looked suspiciously like blood… or feces… or a mixture of the two.
You went back to your work and switched the document you’d been picking at for most of the morning. Your job was as entertaining as watching paint dry then peel from age. When you applied for an editing position, you’d expected thrillers and melodramas. Instead, you got dry textbooks and educational guides.
You yawned and pushed through to your scheduled break. You dumped your cold coffee and headed down to the café to grab another. The coffee they kept in the office was cheap and bland. You ate your salad in the lunchroom as you watched the clock tick away. You checked your phone. No reply to that unusual text. Eva must’ve chickened out.
You scoffed and switched chats to send her usual number an ‘lol’. You tucked your phone in your pocket and punched back in before you headed back to your desk. A couple more hours and you’d be home to stew in the early week daze.
The last half of the day went quicker and your subway ride was uneventful; well, for New York. You walked home from your stop and pulled out your phone as you climbed the stairs. You slowed down and moved your feet blindly. You’d finally gotten an answer. ‘Eva?’
You opened the chat again and hit the image. It filled the screen and you squinted as you came to a stop. The stain wasn’t there. Your landlord had finally relented and had the entire hallway torn up and replaced with an even duller shade of grey. The picture had been taken since then; within the last month. The last time you’d seen Eva, you’d gone to hers.
Your chest clenched and you gulped. You hit the little icon in the corner of the conversation and hit ‘block’. You continued to your floor and neared your door. You looked down the hallway and back to your door. You tried the handle. Locked. You took a breath.
It could still be a joke. The stoner next door, Perry, had your number from when you agreed to feed his cat that one time. Maybe he was high or just trying to be funny. Still, it hadn’t come up under his name. Well, he might have changed his number since then.
You unlocked your door and scurried inside. You made sure to turn the latch and slide the chain into place. You tossed your bag beside the mat of shoes and added your flats to the pile. You dropped your phone on the coffee table and untucked your work shirt as you walked around the small living room. 
Nothing was out of place, not that you truly believed whoever it was had gotten past your door. You rubbed your forehead and went to the small kitchen that looked out into the living room. You grabbed a can of sparkling lime whatever and plopped it next to your phone.
You went to your bedroom and stripped yourself of your stiff work clothes and pulled on the night shirt crumpled atop your blanket. You looked down at the thin grey cotton and reached under to unhook your bra. You flung it in the corner knowing you’d be cursing yourself when you couldn’t find it the next morning.
You flopped onto the couch and grabbed your remote. You turned on some mindless Youtube video and opened the mobile game which had taken too much of your life from you. You connected three and four and five and somewhere in between your existentialism kicked in and had you wondering at the point of it.
You closed the app before it ate all of your battery and your phone shook in your hand. 
‘You didn’t tell me who Eva is.’ The message flashed over the top of the screen then disappeared. You pulled down the notification and hit it. You were certain you’d blocked the number. The other messages were gone though and ‘unknown number’ was still emblazoned across the top. You blocked the convo again and dimmed the screen. 
You plugged in your phone and sprawled out across the sofa. You stared at the television, a blur and a buzz to your frantic mind. 
It was dark already when you dragged yourself off the couch and heated up a microwave dinner. You ate it without tasting and your phone chimed to signal a full charge. You left it as it was on the arm of the couch and resumed your repose on the sofa. You fell asleep to the angered commentary of a gamer trying to fight a clam.
You awoke with a start. You blinked through your daze as your television showed stills of mountain and grassy fields. You sat up and grabbed your phone. You checked the time; midnight. Another message.
‘She’s the one you had coffee with last week.’ It said.
You gaped and dropped your phone. You looked around as if whoever it was would be hiding in the corner. You shook as you reached down and took the phone. You swallowed and began to type.
‘Whoever this is, this isn’t funny anymore. Cut it out.’
‘Funny?’ The response came quickly.
‘I mean it. Stop.’
‘Good night, sweetheart.’
You recoiled at the message and bit your lip to keep it from trembling. You checked your door again, the chain still in place, checked every inch of your apartment in your paranoia. Nothing. You let out a breath and took a blanket from your bed and huddled up on the couch. You turned on a playlist, not sure you’d be sleeping much that night.
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You weren’t sure when you fell asleep again but you rose before your alarm. You drank your coffee as the sky turned a duller shade of grey. You went through your usual morning dance and headed out the door with a bagel hanging from your mouth. You chowed down on your way to the subway. You felt your bag buzz as you stepped on the train.
You ignored it and clung to the bar as you counted the stops. You got off and stopped by the coffee shop. You ordered a black tea and headed down to your building. Your desk was as it was when you left it. The chair was tucked in and your mouse was hidden behind the keyboard. You sat and booted the laggy machine.
As you waited for it to start, you stirred around in your bag for your phone. You had another message. You dreaded opening it but the circle just kept spinning in the middle of the monitor. You hit the bubble and your phone unlocked.
You took a sharp breath as the image glared back at you. It was you, on the subway, that morning judging by the jacket, staring at the door as the photo was taken unknowingly. Your phone slipped from your grasp and you spun in your chair.
Everything was as it should be. Your co-workers looked just as dead inside as you. Your boss was boxed up in his office on a ‘conference call’. You shuddered and turned back to your desk. You burned your tongue on your tea and signed into your computer. Your phone vibrated beside your shoe and you bent to retrieve it.
‘You looked tired this morning’. The next message blipped on the screen.
You were quick to sweep the clock upward and type. ‘Who the fuck is this?’
‘Sweetheart. I don’t like that kind of language.’ The response was quick and sharp, even in text.
‘Tell me who you are? Why are you doing this?’
‘One thing at a time.’ The letters burned into your vision.
‘Who are you?’ You keyed in again. No answer. 
You set the phone down and watched it. Five minutes, no buzz. You hovered your hand over your mouse and tried to focus on your monitor. Your heart was so loud in your ears, your head began to pound.
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When you got on the subway at the end of the day, you looked around frantically as you settled into a seat, your bag hugged to your chest. You glanced up and down the car a dozen times over as you awaited your cue. Your toe tapped anxiously and you stood so fast you were dizzy when your stop came up.
You rushed down the sidewalk, peeking over your shoulder every other step. You didn’t say anything unusual; no one following you, no one watching. You ran up to your building and unlocked the door clumsily. 
You hurried up the stairs and down the hall to your apartment. The key slid in roughly and you turned it so quick, you were certain it would bend. You skirted inside and put the chain in place.
You looked down as your thin-soled boot brushed over something. A pile of flyers slipped through the slot in your absence. You picked them up and sorted through them, an envelope amidst the mess. On its face, it read ‘for my sweetheart’.
You hovered by the door, staring at the envelope. After a moment, you slung your bag down on the floor and placed the flyers on the end table by the lamp. You clicked on the light and ran your thumb along the lip. You carefully opened it and pulled out the paper inside. You unfolded it and your breath caught in your chest.
It was a sketch, quite well done, of you. You’d worn that sweater last week. You went to the park and walked around, sat by the fountain, tossed rocks into the babbling basin. They had been there, whoever it was. How long had they been watching?
And they had been at your door, close enough to slip this through the slot. You folded the drawing and shoved it back in the envelope. You stomped into the kitchen and tossed it into the bin beneath the counter. You backed up and gripped the other counter behind you. You felt a lump in your throat. 
What the fuck was going on?
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You started going in early to work; catching the train half an hour before your usual one. You left late and changed your route between the station and your building. You entered through the back, hopping the low concrete barrier between the apartments and the backlot.
Still, it only gave you a single day of peace. No messages, no pictures; and you thought the game was over. You hoped it was. That it was just a sick joke that had finally grown tiring. 
But Thursday saw another image of you just outside your work building. Friday, another of you on the subway.
The weekend was listless. You did your shopping quickly and on Sunday, you wore a loose hoodie to the laundromat. You could find nothing peculiar around you. The city was full of sketchy people but none seemed to be watching you. The hordes were still about their own lives; ignorant of those around them. You felt entirely alone, as if you were being hunted.
Monday was much the same as the last but how could it ever be dull again. You shut your phone off so you could focus on your work. When you were finally done, you dialed the toll-free number for your provider. You took a taxi home and spent two hours on the line but you got your new number and a sense of relief.
You kept your phone on, ringer on max, and nothing. You watched the screen rather than the television but it only lit up with emails and a random text from your mother. You slept in your bed that night,almost soundly.
You still kept your eye over your shoulder. Still searched out any sign of unusual interest. Perhaps you were clueless or maybe your lack of response had finally gotten through to them. Once their messages bounced back as out of service, they might have given up. They got their laughs, now you wanted peace.
It lasted until Friday. 
A full week and you were certain it was over. You finished work and stopped by the liquor store for a bottle of wine on your way home. You could finally let loose. Life had gone back to its usual tedium. You browsed the reds lazily but pondered a pack of coolers instead. Your phone buzzed. You slid it from your pocket out of habit.
‘That cabernet on the top shelf is on sale. Just to your left.’ You stared at the message and backed away from the shelf. You looked around but all the other customers seemed intent on their own purchases. You gulped and blocked the unknown sender.
You left emptied-handed and ran for the train. You got home an hour later than usual. You raced up the stairs and stopped dead in front of your door. The tall gift bag looked familiar; it had been hanging in the store by the till. You neared and peered inside. The golden cap of the wine that had stood in front of you; top shelf.
You bent and flipped the little card attached to the string.
‘For you, sweetheart. Enjoy your weekend.’
You stood and grabbed the bag. You glanced up and down the halls and stormed back down the grey carpet. Your feet hammered down the stairs and you burst through the back doors. You threw the bag into the dumpster and heard the shatter. Your lip trembled as you spun and sprinted back inside.
When you reached your apartment, you called Eva. You struggled to open your dresser with one hand and started pulling out clothes and stuffing them into your neon duffle. She finally picked up.
“E-eva,” you stuttered, “can I-- Can I stay with you, please? J-just a night or two--”
“Wohoa, whoa, slow down,” she said. “What’s going on?”
“I can’t… I can’t tell you now. I’m just-- I’m freaking out and I can’t stay here.” Your voice cracked and you sniffed back tears, “I-- Please. I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I… I have plans but I can cancel,” she offered.
“No, no, I… don’t--”
“You’ll have the apartment to yourself,” she said, “I’ll just let Ray know I’ll be late.”
“What time are you supposed to--”
“Seven but it’s fine,” she assured you. “You okay?”
“I… Wait, you’re fucking around with Ray again?”
“Do you want the couch or not?” She half-kidded, “you want me to meet you there or--”
“No, no,” you whisked into your washroom and grabbed your toothbrush, “I’m coming right now.” You returned to the bedroom and shoved an armful in the bag. “Eva… thank you.”
“Stay on the phone,” she said softly. “Please… you’re scaring me.”
“Okay,” you zipped up the duffle, “yeah, I’ll stay on.”
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You hung up as you came up to Eva’s building. She met you at the door, a thick silence between you as you sensed what she wanted to ask you. You weren’t sure how to tell you. You weren’t sure if you could.
You pushed the door closed behind you as you entered her apartment. It was cuter than yours, a spiral staircase led to a loft above and the curtains were lace and matched the dainty pillows on the couch. You placed your bag on the floor and she turned to you.
“Just give me a moment,” you said. She didn’t need to ask.
She went to the desk in the corner of the spacious room and turned on the ring light of the round mirror. She fished through her make-up box and pulled out her eyeliner. She was already done her base and highlight. You neared and hovered just beside her desk.
“I don’t even know…” you stopped yourself and went to your bag. You pulled out the paper you’d shoved in the side pocket on your way out. “Look.”
You crossed to her again and unfolded the sketch on her desk. She glanced down from drawing a wing along her eye and lowered the pencil. She blinked and shrugged.
“Look, someone dropped this through my mail slot. No address on the envelope, just this.” You felt crazy. “And I thought it was all some joke. They were sending me pictures, of me, of my building… I blocked them but they just kept on. I even changed my number.”
She scrunched her lips and looked back to her mirror. She finished her other eye and set the pencil down.
“You call the police?” She asked calmly.
“I… the drawing is all I have. I just deleted the messages when they came because… well, I didn’t think much of it at first. Not until… There was a bottle of wine waiting for me when I came home. The very same I was looking at right before I booked it for my train,” you rubbed your cheek, “Eva, I’m not crazy. I swear.”
“I believe you,” she said, “why wouldn’t I but… there’s nothing you can do but keep a log of what happens from here on out. Screencap everything.”
“You think… you think the police would help if I did?” You asked.
“Not much. Stalking isn’t really something they take seriously. I knew this girl in college-- Well, the evidence can at least get you a restraining order… if you ever figure out who’s sending you all this,” she paused and glanced down at the drawing. “Whoever it is, they got talent.”
“I’m sure they’d be happy to hear that,” you scoffed and crossed your arms.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay here with you?”
You pondered her offer but shook your head.
“As much as I think you should send Ray along, no. I can’t ask any more of you.” You sighed and grabbed the sketch. You dragged your feet to the couch and flopped down on the cushions, “I really do appreciate it.”
“I always told you to get out of that neighbourhood,” she said as she searched her assortment of make-up, “but you know I never mind you hanging out.”
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You spent the night on Eva’s couch, alone. She didn’t get home until three in the morning and you waited until noon for her to wake up. When she did, her face was smeared with eyeliner and her hair a mess. 
You hadn’t touched your phone since the night before. You chewed your thumb as you waited for her to emerge from the shower, restless and unsure what to do with yourself. She slammed the lid down on her coffee machine and growled as she turned and crossed her arms.
“Are you okay?” she asked sharply.
“I’m sorry,” you said as you stopped pacing. You barely remembered getting up to walk circles around the coffee table, “I just don’t know what to do.”
“Well, how about a latte?” she yawned behind her hand, “my coffee machine is fucked… again.”
“Um, maybe that’s best, get out and… distract myself,” you twiddled your fingers as your stomach ached. You hadn’t eaten anything since the day before and that was just after noon.
“We’ll get lunch,” she rubbed her forehead, “soak up the wine.”
You shook your head and said nothing. She always drank too much around Ray but you didn’t have the energy for that argument again. So you stayed quiet and watched her disappear into her bedroom.
She emerged as you zipped up your purse. You didn’t bother with your phone as you waited by the door but felt listless without the device. It was like a shield you used when you went out in the world. It kept you from eye contact or awkward conversation.
You set off and headed down the street to the pub that seamlessly shifted from brunch to ladies’ night every Saturday. You ordered breakfast tacos as you sat just inside the large floor length windows that looked out onto the shady patio. The other guest lent a sense of normalcy as they carried on their own conversations and reminded you that you were just another ant on the hill.
As you got your latte in the stemmed glass, Eva pulled out her phone and scowled at the shaking. She was so wrapped up in her texts with Ray she hadn’t even mentioned the reason for your overnighter. You were happy for it and yet, you couldn’t think of anything else.
“Jesus, I told him we were having breakfast and he’s blowing up my phone,” she huffed, “just a second.”
“Eve,” you said as she stood and slid her thumb across the screen, “our foods gonna be here--”
“I won’t be long,” she promised and lifted the speaker to her ear and turned away, “Ray, I’ll be over later, promise. I barely slept--”
Her voice trailed away as she wove between tables and pushed out onto the patio and went to the short fence to chat beyond the ears of diners. You sipped from your drink and stared down at the splintered curve of the table. You couldn’t stay with Eva forever and she was hardly any comfort in her distraction with her on-again, off-again dirt bag. Maybe, if you moved--
“There you are, sweetheart,” the low voice startled you and you sat stalk straight as a figure smoothly slid into Eva’s empty chair, “you gave me quite a scare, up and leaving without a word…”
You stared wide-eyed at the stranger across from you. Well, you knew who he was. Everyone in the city, in the country, even the world, knew Steve Rogers. He smiled at you as his blue eyes glimmered. His posture was cool and confident and it was you who felt out of place.
And you knew, it was him. The shock was not enough to fuel your denial as that feeling deep down assured you of it. That little voice that told you this was your tormentor and that you were fucked.
“I…” you breathed and blinked. You couldn’t find the words, you hardly understood the storm of emotions flowing through you. You glanced through the window as Eva threw her hand up and continued berating her phone, “it’s you?”
“I hate that it has to be this way,” he said, “you know, my work keeps me out of town so much and I just wish we had more time.”
“Wha…” you gulped and gripped the edge of the table, “why--?”
“You haven’t been answering me,” his smile fell, “I don’t like being ignored.”
Your hand shook and you kept it in your lap to hide the rising terror along your spine. You sat paralysed as he sighed and glanced around the restaurant. He tilted his head and pushed his shoulders back.
“You threw out my gift,” he said evenly, “that wasn’t very nice.”
“Go…” you uttered, “go, please--”
“Sweetheart, we’re just talking,” he took a gulp of Eva’s Americano casually, “I missed you… I miss you every day and it hurts that we have to be apart.”
Your shoulders slumped and you clutched your hands in fists on your lap. You could scream but what good would that do. He was Captain America, the first avenger, a hero. 
As if your thoughts sent a banner waving, a young kid approached the table and smiled nervously as he held one of the colouring pages supplied by the restaurant in his hands.
“Um, Captain, uh, America,” the kid stuttered, “will you sign-- Will you sign my--?”
The kid smiled through tight lips and held up the colouring page. Instead, Steve chuckled and took his cap from his head and fished around in his pocket. He pulled out a sharpie and signed the brim and placed it back on the kid’s head.
“There you go,” he said.
“Thank you, Cap!” the kid almost squealed, “oh my gosh!”
“No problem,” Steve laughed and watched the kid run back to the table where his mother sat, she waved at the man across from you and mouthed a thanks. He cleared his throat and stood as he tucked away the marker, “sorry, this is why I didn’t wanna do this in public,” he gripped his hip with one hand, “but… we’ll have our time.” He slowly backed away, “I’ll text you. You’ll answer.”
He grinned one last time and strode away. He stopped before the door as he held it open for Eva and she batted her lashes at him as she gushed. You could guess at her star struck words but couldn’t make them out. He left as she finally stopped her babbling and she almost skipped over to you.
“Oh my god, did you see him?” she trilled, “I didn’t think he’d be even better looking in-person.”
“See who?” you asked dumbly as you tried to disguise your discomfort in your latte.
“Steve Rogers,” she announced, “ugh, even without your phone, you got your head in the ground.”
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hobbitsnapes · 3 years
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E-girls are ruining vinnies life
Vinnie Hacker x Reader
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Warnings: smut, +18, NSFW, kinky sex
A/N: this is my first vinnie writing, and my second smut. Please go easy on me (unlike vinnie...)
Never in his life did he think this would happen. In the short time he’s been on social media, he’s kept his relationship life private. Fearing the criticism the pore girl would inevitably get. He had seen it countless times to his friends, as soon as they’d announce they had found someone, instant hateful words would flood not only their comments, but their partners. He swore he wouldn’t ever outright publicly show his girlfriend, or announce that he was finally taken. That was, until he met her.
Surprisingly, very little hate or criticism came for them when he announced it that fateful day.
He had posted just a short video, a few seconds of him laying down, with her head resting in his neck. Her face being hidden by her hair. He had posted it to his second account, testing the waters there rather than his main account.
After a few days, and many people speculating, asking who she was, some trying to figure it out, even some claiming it was someone, when it never was. Even some claiming they weren’t dating, just friends. He never responded to any of the questions or comments.
Days had passed, with relatively good reactions to it, they both decided to take it to the next step, by officially posting it to his main account, outing them completely to the world.
He had decided to use the yellow trend to do it, thinking it would be a perfect trend for the purpose.
The first few pictures were of his friends, some from shoots they did, to some when they went skating, to just candid pictures. But after about 3 pictures with his friends, came a photo of her. She was sitting in the grass, a lone dandelion in her hand as she smiled shyly for the photo. Next was a photo of them standing in front of the mirror, she was in front, with his arm securely around her. Next was them standing in the same mirror, only he was dipping her slightly as he bent down to kiss her. A few more pictures of them flashed in the video, ending with a small video he took the night prior. They layer in bed, faces being only lit by the brightness of the phone as he laid on top of her. Their lips only centimeters apart, as he whispered I love you. Both smiling as he leans in, connecting their lips as the video ends.
Love was flooding his comments, so many saying how beautiful she was, saying how happy he looked, and how happy they were for him.
The other side, was people asking who she was, nobody being able to figure it out.
That was due to the fact that, they wouldn’t be able to find out. Because in the world of social media, she didn’t exist.
Early on she told him she wasn’t a social media person. She never had an Instagram, a Facebook, Twitter, nothing but a YouTube account that she’d never post on. Only there to watch videos and play music.
They met by pure luck, at the skatepark. She was sitting by herself, reading a book that engrossed her. She didn’t notice his eyes trainer on her the entire time, fully captivated by the pages.
He finally built up the courage, and being pushed by his friends, to go sit with her.
He was a nervous wreck, barley being able to compose himself enough to say hello and his name.
She thought it was cute, how he stumbled over his words when he talked to her. It was endearing, seeing just how flustered the very attractive man was.
To this day he wonders how he didn’t screw up. But he hadn’t, getting her number an hour after talking. Promising to take her out that weekend. And the rest, was history for them.
Over the next few weeks, he would randomly post a video of them together, usually on his second account. They both would sit and laugh at some of the comments, finding it Hilarious how crazy people were getting at trying to figure out who she was. Some came to the conclusion that she didn’t have any, with most begging her to make one.
It had been a relatively uneventful day, some might even call it boring.
Vinnie had been out most of the day, informing her of the plans he had with some of his friends. Promising her to be home that night, sealing his promise with a chaste kiss to her lips as he ran out the door, her heart thumping in her chest as he walked away.
She laid on their shared bed, her legs bare as they rubbed against the soft blanket.
Only odorning a black tee shirt that covered her panties, barely shielding her from the cold outside. Thanking the heavens for the hearing system as she laid there, contemplating.
Agoraphobic played in the speakers as she laid there, drowning out any and all noise. She had grown a strong liking to the artist corpse, finding herself playing his music or humming the lyrics through the day. Vinnie would sometimes make fun of her, saying that she loved him more than her own boyfriend. She would scoff, kissing his plump lips, reminding him the love she had for the curly headed boy.
The song finally ending, changing to the next in her playlist. A smile disarming at her lips when she heard it. While agoraphobic was her favorite, there was just something special when she’s hear e girls are ruining my life. Vinnie would joke that this song was meant for her, how it reminded him of her each time he heard the lyrics.
She held her phone to her chest, looking up at the bright led lights above her. ‘Fuck it’ she thought, pulling her phone from her chest, going to the App Store, and downloading the one app she swore she’d never use.
One video she thought, just one. She looked at his videos first, reading a few of the contents, her heart thumping in her chest. An outcry of people asking him to have her make an account, some even begging him.
It wasn’t that she hated social media, it was just it had never crossed her mind as something she wanted to get into. She knew how popular vinnie and his friends were, having seen them when he would show her. She had especially been worried about making one when she first started dating him, fearing someone would find out and out them before they were ready.
She was even more fearful in a way when they announced it, fearing the ridicule she would face if she made one. But the amount of love people were showering both them and her in each of the videos, made her heart soar in her chest. Finally making her decision, she got to work.
His phone was vibrating in his pocket, confusion filling him. It wasn’t a phone call, no, it was notifications going off.
He pulled his phone out, seeing a plethora of tags from his friends flash over the screen. His brows knitted together in confusion, not understanding what was going on. Why was he being tagged and sent this one tiktok?
He got his answer when he opened a link sent by Jordan. He red the text from him, even more confused when he did. ‘You have to see this.’ The text red, seeing a link sent right after.
Shock filled him when he watched it, questions filling his mind as he sat there, eyes glued to the screen.
It was a video posted by his girlfriend, from her own account. It was simple really, well, that’s a bad word for it.
She sat on the floor, leaning against their shared bed. A mirror proper in front of her, showing her and their empty bed.
He had the mirror installed in front of the bed a month prior, contemplating on having it placed above the bed.
It was a surprise for her, having it done the day of their 5 month anniversary. Worry filled him that she wouldn’t like it or find it weird, but he was proven wrong that same night. It was one of the greatest nights they had, finding every way to fuck in front of it, their pleasure heightened with being able to watch as they both came undone.
Since then, they used it every time. Being able to sit in front of it, with her facing it as he makes her watch as he slams into her, loving being able to pull her hair back as moans slip from her lips as he makes eye contact through the mirror.
She sat on the floor, only wearing one of his black shirts, barely covering her clothes core. She was sitting there, a chuckle making its way out of him when he heard the song. He knew if she ever made an acount or video, she would use one of corpses songs. She loves his music, barely being able to deny the fact due to how much she’d listen to him. E girls he knew was one of her favorites, finding her humping the lyrics on the daily when she’s being going the most mundane things.
His eyes bulged out of his head when he looked behind her, his heart thumping in his chest even worse. His cock throbbing in his pants when he saw it.
There in the background, was a pair of handcuffs secured on their headboard.
Having used them only the night before, his cock grew almost painful Ashe thought of the memories.
The sounds of her moans ripping out from her as she tried pulling free her hands as he rocked harshly into her played in his mind. Making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything beside her and the memories. And the thought of what was to come when he got home.
His heart pounded in his chest when he looked at the comments, one sticking out. People had caught on to the handcuffs, not many, but the numbers were rising. But one comment, had one reply. ‘ARE THOSE HANDCUFFS I SEE 👀’ it red, being highlighted by being liked by the creator, with a reply by creator. ‘Like my bracelets? 😊’
His footsteps echoed throughout the large home, barley being able to hear them due to his heart pounding in his ears. He could feel the blood coursing through him as he bears his door, hearing nothing from the other side.
He opens up the door, instantly his eyes trained on her like a hawk. There she laid on their bed, again, only clad in his shirt.
Her eyes met his, a smile forming on her face. “Hey lovey.” She chirped, getting up from their bed, a pep in her step as she neared him.
She got up on her toes to reach him, him bending his head down, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. She could feel the need in his lips as he wrapped his arms around her torso, feeling him tighten his grip ever so slightly.
He opens his mouth slightly, darting his tongue out, licking her lip lightly. Her granting him access as they stood there in each other’s arms. She pulled away with a chuckle. “What’s gotten into you?” She asked, a teasing smile on her face. “Take a wild guess.” He grunted, crashing his lips to hers again. She pulled away again, chuckling at his grunt of frustration when she did. “I don’t know? Tell me?” She teased, making his grip on her tighten even harder. “Maybe, it has something to do with that little video you posted. Maybe it might also have to do with the fact that you hadn’t hid those handcuffs. Now everyone will know.” He grunted, tightening his arms even harder around her.
She could feel his cock pressing hard against her stomach, excitement growing inside her.
He leaned in to crash his lips with hers again, but she out her hand in the way before he could. He looked at her questionly, making her chuckle. “Before we do anything. I need your help with another video.”
It took every ounce of sheer willpower for him not to bend her over and fuck her right there when they recorded it. His cock throbbing even worse the longer it took. But in the end, even he had to admit, it was worth it.
Same song as her last one, only this time, the video was entirely different.
She had the camera facing her side profile, her facing him and not the camera. Him discreetly out of the frame.
As the lyrics started, he reached his hand up, grabbing her by the throat as she lip synced the lyrics, his hand having a firm hold on her delicate neck. As the song continued, he moved his hand up, pulling her bottom lip out, sticking his thumb between her reddened plum lips.
She gave a simple caption, one they knew would make everyone who watched it go insane. ‘The other version.’
A groan rips from the back of his throat, her hands tangling in his curls harshly. Their tongues battled as they pant, neither one wanting to pull away from one another.
His hands held tightly to her thighs, gripping the soft flesh as a moan rips out of her. His rings axing to the sensation as she pulls his hair even harder.
He pulls his lips from hers, letting out a chuckle when she chased his lips momentarily. He duped his head down into her neck, running his lips along the skin, until he felt her legs wrap around him as a moan slips past her lips. He starts sucking harshly on her skin, feeling her trembling under him.
He widens her legs, looking down between them, letting out a grunt. He can see the wetness through her panties, nearly smelling her desire. He pulled them down her legs, watching in amazement when she opened up her legs to him. He had seen her naked plenty of times, but it still caught his breath every time he saw her core.
He went back to her neck, sucking on the bruised skin. He ran his hand down her thigh, feeling her tremble as small whines slipped past her lips.
He pulled his head from her neck, hovering his lips just enough over hers. A smile broke out on his face as his fingers finally met her core, a large moan breaking through her.
His fingers rut harshly through her velvety walls, making her yell out. His cock throbbed in his pants as her core sucked his fingers inside of her, making him want to replace his hand with his painfully hard cock.
She can hardly breathe as his fingers hardly pound inside of her, waves of pure bliss engulfing her at the feel. His rings adding a level of chill, making her shake as he speeds up.
He dips his head back into her neck as he bites her skin, rutting his hips into the mattress to relieve some of the pain.
As if it couldn’t get better, she feels him thrust his fingers even faster, making her jump when he hits that one spot. It’s been his mission, every time they had sex, he had to hit it each time. Whether it was with his cock or hands, he had to.
He feels her walls tightening as her moans grow louder, feeling her walls quiver slightly. He speeds his hands up, adding his thumb to rub her clit harshly, making her cry out. “Yeah that’s right, such a good girl.” He whispers, making her cry out. “God I love how your walls just squeeze my fingers, wishing it was my cock. Wouldn’t you love that? To feel my cock pound inside of you? To have it suck me dry as I make it mine forever?” “Yes! Please!” She yells out, making him chuckle. “Then cum for me sweet girl.”
A large groan breaks out of him when she lets out a yell, thrashing around as he feels her release, feeling her core tightened and suck his fingers inside of her even more. A cry breaking past her lips as it all grows too much.
She pulls his pants from him, eagerly trying to rip them from his body.
They both lay naked, chests flushed together. He feels his heart hammer against his chest, feeling hers beat in the same rhythm.
A groan slips past his lips as her hands glide along his shaft, making his arms shake as pleasure courses through him.
He grabs his cock in his hands, lining himself up to her entrance. A hiss breaking past him as his painfully hard head slips between her lips, the wetness of her core nearly making him explode.
He lays his forehead on hers, both taking in a deep breath as he eases himself inside her. They both shudder in a breath as he enters her, both shaking as his cock slides inside her. “Fuck I love your pussy baby.” He groans out, kissing her sloppily. He momentarily doesn’t move, stealing his breath.
He did this every time, always giving her a couple of seconds to get used to the feeling of his cock stretching her. Always easing into it slowly, rocking his hips at a slow place, gradually increasing his speed of his thrusts.
He wasn’t much of a speed guy, he always would go slowly but hard, not growing in speed till they both neared the edge.
He pulled out slowly, slamming himself back in hardly, moving her and the bed back as a cry rips out of her. He feels her walls close tightly around him as he thrusts inside of her, making him groan out. She pulls his hair harshly, pulling his head back as he hisses out. Making him slam into her harder.
They both can’t help but yell out as time passes, making it nearly impossible to stay quiet. His cock slamming into her harder, a cry ripping out of him when her nails take down his back. Making him arch into her. His hand slips from her thighs to her neck, pushing on the sides as she struggles for air.
Their lips collide in a sloppy kiss as his thrusts speed up, his hair sweaty and dangling in her face.
Knots grow in their stomachs as they feel their release approach, making him speed his trusts more. “I-I wanna cum. Please vin, fuck please.” She moans out, making him grip her hip even harder. He bends his head back into her neck, biting the skin harshly as his thrusts grow sloppy. “Hold it.” He grunts into her ear, making her cry out as she tries to ward off the impending orgasm.
He feels her wetness seeping down his thighs as he slammed even harder, making her cry out as she shakes, trying her hardest not to cum. “Fuck vinnie I can’t, fuck please I can’t.” She sobs out, tears streaming down her face as she shakes, using every last strength inside her to hold it. She feels it breaking as it approaches, nearly breaking as tears stream from her eyes. He gowns out in her neck, feeling her walls tighten and shake as he tries holding on. “Cum for me.” He groans out, a groan breaking through him as she screams out. Wave of pure Ecstasy take over her body as she squeezes him inside her, making her cry out as she violently thrashes.
He can’t hold it any longer, feeling himself break as he yells out a deep groan as he cumsinside her, making both shake as her walls suck out every drop he lets out, making him shake as waves of white hot pleasure rake over one another.
They both lay there, his arms giving out as they shake. Their arms grabbing onto one another as they try calming the aftershocks of their orgasms. He uses all his strength to lean up, connecting their lips as they pant.
Feeling themselves sink into the soft mattress, they both lay on their sides, his clock still buried inside her, making both their eyes grow heavy. Before they fall into a deep slumber, they connect their lips.
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the-lost-media-blog · 3 years
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Saki Sanobashi/Go for a Punch (Warning: Mentions of violence and suicide)
Alright, the first post for my new blog. Teach, if you’re reading this than hi :). Okay, lets get started!
Go For A Punch (also known as Saki Sanobashi) is a supposed lost anime that is speculated to have been made in either the 80′s or early 90′s that only have a sub available.
The first mention of Saki is on a 4-Chan comment on a post in 2015 asking about what was the most messed up thing found on the Deep Web. The comment in question said that they (the one who told the internet about this and will be called OP) they found the Deep Web. OP went on to describe how, in 2011 they found a subbed anime OVA called, at least on the site, ‘Go For A Punch’. In it, they described what it was about, so here’s the brief description:
Nine girls are trapped inside of a bathroom with no way out, they have debates over whether or not they’re going to get out. After days of starving, and being naked for some reason (honestly idk either), all of them commit suicide by either bashing their heads in against the floor/clawing at their throats, with one girl with a bright -almost white- hime cut being drowned by another girl in the sink because she couldn’t do it herself. ( below is a reference image of the hair cut.)
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The OP mentions that it was 80′s-ish in quality, most girls had short bushy brown hair (there was also the hime cut girl who might have white hair, there’s a red-head and apparently a blonde?), the eyes were small and far apart, strange camera angels, a scream that sounded like the scream Dies Irae from Stanly Kubrick’s The Shinning, the player on the site is similar to the modern Bing Player, and that there really wasn’t any music. People questioned OP as the whole thing sounded interesting, and defiantly stood out from the troll and basic ‘I saw real gore’ posts. One of these comments is where the name Saki Sanobashi came from.
The search went on for 5 years as of when I’m writing this, blowing up after YouTuber Whang posted a video on November 21, 2019 as apart of his ‘Tales From The Internet’ series, which brought more attention to it as part one has 779k views at the current time of writing.
One thing I would like to note is that many people have claimed to have seen Saki, some going into details that OP didn’t list, but sadly the majority of those posts have been proven false, with one admitting that their lie was only made to show how gullible people are, and will believe that anything’s Saki. 
Many people were hoping to find this lost anime, one person made a series where they go over manga/anime to see if it’s Saki (the series is on YouTube with a least 50 parts). There has been many false leads, one of which includes the profile pic I’m using claiming the girl was from Saki, but it’s not. Another reason for why the search got crazy was because of all the gore filled anime from back then. Like seriously, there’s a lot there some are more known than others. Also, side note, Saki Sanobashi/Go For A Punch has it’s own TV Tropes page, which is how you know it got big. 
But on December 22, 2019 someone claiming to be OP made a post on one of the many sub-reddits. 
They said that they made it all up for laughs since they thought the creator of the original 4-Chan thread was an idiot for expecting a serious answer, and OP’s coming forward since they feel bad for how crazy this all had gotten. Their proof was screen shots of the hime girl (which is above and why I chose it) and a book spine which was OP’s pic for the very first post on 4-chan, both screenshots dated for 2015, as well as the Bing player, and the Dies Irae scream.
Now, many people, like myself, are assuming that this OP might not be the real OP. One of the main reasons being why would they still hold onto those specific images, for nearly 4 years at that point, if it was for a troll post. This OP said it’s because they don’t delete downloaded pics, which sound off to me. I will delete pics on my phone if I don’t see a reason to keep it (example: I’ll keep a pic of the Halloween Timeline so I can keep track of which films are on which timeline, but delete a screenshot from a BuzzFeed quiz). But, never the less, some people gave up on the search, leading one of the sub-reddits to become nothing but memes, and the other ones had to pick up the slack. 
One group on the sub-reddit is claiming to be making the OVA themselves under the title Team Saki, the trailer’s on YouTube so I suggest that you look it up yourself. I’ve also heard of a possible Visual Novel being made of Saki on one of the sub-reddits. Also, there’s tons of fanart of Saki out there, so if you wanna see how some see it then go ahead search if you want to, there’s a whole sub-reddit dedicated just to artwork. On TikTok, there’s plenty of lovely cosplays as well.
Another thing I feel like mentioning is that there’s a music video made by a J-Pop (Japanese Pop) group, that some people claim is inspired by Saki. I kind of see that, I mean, the art shown at the start looks 80′s-ish, and there are some basic similarities. But, that being said, I’m betting it’s all a coincidence, and we have no clue what the Lost Media scene is like in Japan as Lost Media is different in every country (as the Lost Media ice-burg, made in Spanish, has shown). I’ve Googled if it was, and I’ve seen some sites claim that, but I’m sticking with it’s a coincidence until there’s an official claim from the band themselves to confirm the inspiration so I’m not going by word of mouth. 
Here’s the music video if you wanna check it out and there’s also (fake) blood as well as a suicide scene in it, so just to let you know so you’re not caught off guard when it happens. They stay dressed though, with only the pantyhose getting cut. Here’s the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kBK33DvIoM
So as of when I’m writing, all we have is the mentioned teaser, concept art on the sub-reddit for both the animation and visual novel, an odd half live-action half drawn recreation clip made October 30, 2019. As well as just loads of dead ends. Some people hope that if we find it, or at the very least Team Saki turns out good or it leads to the real deal comes out because of something like a copyright claim or something.
I personally believe that it could exist some where out there, but maybe under a different name and somewhat buried on the internet. I meant if something that was banned such as Shoujo Tsukubki can find it’s way onto YouTube (aka the Surface Web/ Clear net) then it’s honestly possible it’s out there.
Either that or I just wasted your time with reading about something that might not even exist, so here have a kitty!
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GO FOR A PUNCH/SAKI’S CURRENT STATUS:  Existence unconfirmed, but fan projects are being made.
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cravity bullet reaction: you’re on your period
a/n: this is a total mess! this is written informally, but these hcs really helped me through my period. lmk if i made any mistakes, bc i didn’t proof-read! hope you enjoy, and feel free to drop a request!
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serim: 
you know who it issssss
you know how this is gonna go
serim has your BACK
as the leader, he’s used to putting other people before himself
and if it’s for his girlfriend, he won’t even hesitate
‘i feel bad for ask-’
‘you’re my girl, i want to take care of you’
serim buys you pads, tampons, snacks, painkillers, anything you need
and won’t let you go anywhere without a hot water bottle
overall he’s really protective: he won’t want to let you out of his sight, and if you need to do something, he’ll volunteer to sort it out
serim will probably ask for permission before cuddling you, just in case you’re in pain
but trust me
once he gets the green light
you’re not escaping his enorMOUS arms any time soon
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allen:
allen is the softest boyfriend ever 
he genuinely doesn’t feel uncomfortable buying you sanitary products
bc he understands that periods are nothing to be embarrassed about, and he wants to help you as much as possible
he checks throughout the day how you’re feeling, and asks if there’s anything he can do for you
allen will want to cook for you, bc he knows it’s one of the best types of medicine
so you can look forward to that, too! he’s not an amazing chef, but the fact he’s made it with you in mind makes it perfect
he’ll constantly be looking for ways to put you at ease: offering to put on your favourite show, fetching a hot water bottle, or stroking your hair
no matter what, you know allen cares about you
and he certainly knows how to show it 
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jungmo:
okay at first jungmo is really lost 
he’s an only child, and has never been in a position where he’s had to take care of someone before
but once he sees the pain on your face as a round of cramps hit
he completely panics and is prepared to do anything to help
chaebol mode activated: you want it, you got it
jungmo won’t have a problem going to the store and buying sanitary products
yeah, his cheeks are be flushed, the tips of his ears burning
but he would NEVER let his baby down
when he’s with you, he’ll act silly to try and make you laugh
dancing, telling jokes, maybe even slapstick 
he’ll kiss the tip of your nose
whatever it takes to make you feel better, he’ll do
there’s nothing he hates more than seeing the person he loves feeling down
so you had better believe he’ll do everything in his power to take care of you
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woobin:
okay so woobin is an absolute angel during your period
he’ll die inside at the thought of buying sanitary products, but if you need them then he’ll go
he’ll smile awkwardly at the checkout
his cheeks uwu
‘they’re for my girlfriend :)’
and will laugh nervously and hand over throw the money, desperate to escape the awkward situation
make sure you shower him w kisses when he gets back, bc mans almost passed out
woobin will sing for you a lot, as long as you don’t mind
his voice is amazing, and he won’t let it go to waste
all he wants to do is bundle you up in his lap while he sings softly for you
so he does exactly that
also!! woobin won’t tell you, but he’ll do some research online
he’ll watch some youtube videos about massages to reduce period pain
so if you indicate your stomach is hurting
he’ll practically force you to lay down, not taking no for an answer
bc he is NOT going to sit back and watch his baby in pain
and he doesn’t want to waste those 45 mins of youtube massage practice, either
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the gif i can’t stop giggling:
wonjin:
WHINY BABY
he’ll feel bad that you’re on your period, but really really really doesn’t want to buy you sanitary products
but will agree to the store to go buy painkillers and snacks
when he gets there tho, he will see the sanitary products aisle and something will shift in his mind
‘wonjin, you are NOT going to let her down’ - his conscience
he’ll walk down the aisle, not caring about feeling embarrassed anymore
he couldn’t possibly let you down
wonjin messages you asking what product you want
‘aight babe im at the store what pussy si-’
waits for your reply, buys what you want, and MARCHES out of the store with his head held high
he is NOT a coward
and when he gets back, you shower him with affection
bc tbh you have no idea what came over him, but you know it wasn’t an easy task for him
and for the rest of your period, you had better do what he says
bc the need to protect his girl has kicked in
you had better drink the hot tea he gives you, and you had better remember to take your medicine
if you forget, you WILL be scolded
while he cuddles you and strokes your hair
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minhee:
his entire face goes bright red when you tell him you’re on your period
mans looks like a whole tomato 
stutters as he tries to talk to you about it
if you ask minhee to buy you sanitary products, he’ll freeze
he has no clue like??? 
brain never once considered this scenario?????? 
kind of just stares at you for a few seconds 
and then it clicks in his mind that this is the ULTIMATE flexing opportunity
he doesn’t even ask you what product you want, before kissing you on the cheek and leaving for the store
he’ll message you and ask when he gets there ijhfnfb 
mentally hypes himself 
‘yes i have a girlfriend, yes i am here buying pads for her, yes i am boyfriend of the year’
won’t rlly talk to you about your period after that 
but watches you VERY closely 
if he notices that you’re in pain or stressed, he’ll trace small circles on the back of your hand
he’ll leave painkillers and a glass of water for you on the counter 
he’ll put on your favourite movie 
you might not notice it, but he cares, and he’s got your back
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hyeongjun:
he’s not going to buy you sanitary products. sorry. not yet. it’s not that he doesn’t want to, tho
maybe when he’s older, but he just can’t bring himself to, he’s scared ;-;
but he will buy you ANYTHING else
hyeongjun feels awful about it, and orders some tampons from amazon or smth
they’re not even the right kind
but you know he tried his best
as for everything else, he’s an angel
will play with your hair, cuddle with you, make you hot drinks, run a bath for you
only after asking serim for advice, that is
but as the months go by, and he gets used to things
he will be a PRO
and from the beginning, hyeongjun makes up for whatever he lacks with sheer affection
bc he really does love you, and won’t ever let you forget it
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taeyoung:
okay hear me out
i think taeyoung would surprise you
he may be young, but he’ll really step up to the play for you
if you tell him what sanitary products you need, he will go to the store and get them
will probably take another one of the boys with him, but will go nevertheless
taeyoung will look up period tips online,too, hoping to help you through the month
would probably download a period tracker app on his phone
and would make you hot tea and bring you painkillers throughout the day
he’d run you a bath, too!!
and would probably borrow steal one of seongmin’s candles to relax you further
and on top of that, taeyoung would be really affectionate
not in a suffocating way, or anything
he’d just be your side at all times
reaching for your hand, or resting his hand on your waist
pressing a kiss to your forehead, or brushing your hair out of your face
he just wants you to know that he’s there, and that he loves you
and that he’s going to keep you safe 
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seongmin:
ah yes, the baby
quite surprisingly, seongmin would handle your periods well
not exactly on taeyoung level, but he’d still do a great job
he’ll go to the convenience store to buy whatever you needed
but not without a reluctant minhee for support
seongmin is another member who will probably do some research online
he’s very cautious, but eager to make you feel better
will ask every so often if you need anything, fully ready to cater to your needs
if you need a hot drink or some painkillers, he’ll sort them out for you
or if you just want to cuddle, you can be sure that he’ll stay by your side
it’s a bit weird for him at first
bc he is young, and isn’t really used to taking care of someone
but he’ll find his footing quickly
and will surprise himself with just how much he wants to take care of you
yeah he’s young, but there’s no mistaking love
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antiadvil · 3 years
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Starlight
summary: There isn’t much else to do during lockdown, so Dan and Phil go stargazing.
rating: PG13
wc: ~2k
notes: This was written for the @phandomreversebang for the beautiful prompt and art provided by @ayushikuu and betad by @gravyflavoredjuulpod. They were a great team to work with and I'm really happy with how the overall project turned out!
read on ao3 or after the cut
“We should go stargazing,” Phil said one morning over breakfast.
Dan snorted. “In London? Good luck, mate.”
Phil shrugged. “I was thinking not in London.”
“You want to go on a trip? Everything’s shut down, Phil.”
“Not far. I bet you don’t have to travel very much to get away from the light pollution.”
Dan looked skeptical.
“Really,” Phil insisted. “We should do it. It’ll be fun.”
Dan stirred at his coffee. “It might be fun.” “It will be fun.”
“Stars are pretty,” Dan said.
“So are you.” Phil dropped a kiss to Dan’s cheek. “I’ll do the planning. Don’t worry about it.”
It was surprisingly easy to rent a car for a night. Phil was still in shock that it was legal for him to drive a car; he had been ever since he turned seventeen. However, Phil seemed to have fooled the rest of the world into thinking he was a functional adult, including the woman he spoke to on the phone, so after a walk to the car rental place and a 5 minute conversation with the man at the desk, he handed a set of car keys to Dan and pointed him towards a small white car at the end of the line.
Dan raised his eyebrows at the car keys Phil had put in his hand.
“I said I would do the planning,” Phil said, “Not the driving. I think we’re all better off if I do not do the driving.”
Dan grumbled slightly, but he took the keys and climbed into the driver’s seat, peeling his mask off and dropping it in the glove compartment. “Do you have directions?”
Phil followed suit. “Of course.” He pulled up the directions he had prepared on his phone. After looking at some light pollution maps online, he had chosen a general area just past the outskirts of London to aim for and prepared directions in advance. They’d just drive until it was dark enough that they could see the stars.
Dan started the car and carefully pulled out of the parking spot. “Lead the way then, planning boy.”
Phil wrinkled his name. “Planning boy?”
“It’s a nickname in progress.”
“Stop progressing it. It sucks.”
Dan stuck his tongue out. “You suck.”
“Oh yeah? Well your mum-”
A car honked behind them.
Phil looked at Dan and giggled.
The car honked again.
Phil scrunched his nose at the car, but he started reading Dan the directions.
They quickly found themselves outside of London. Phil kept an eye on the sky until he thought he could see enough stars, and then told Dan to stop.
Dan pulled off to the side of the road and climbed out of the car. “Here looks good.”
Phil pulled a picnic blanket out of his backpack and followed, unfolding the blanket and laying it as best he could on the ground. He sat down, basking in the warm summer air and stretching himself out to look up at the stars.
“I hope whoever owns this field doesn’t mind,” Dan said, sitting down next to Phil.
“I’m sure they won’t,” Phil said, hoping they didn’t come out to check. He turned his head back to the sky, trying to take in the sheer number of stars sparkling above him. “I always forget these exist.”
Dan pointed at one. “Is that Sirius?” Dan asked. The brightest star in the night sky.
Phil pulled out his phone and checked a night sky app he had downloaded earlier in the day. “No, that’s Venus.” He put his phone down. “Sirius isn’t actually visible tonight, I don’t think.”
“Disappointing.”
“A bit,” Phil said. “But we’ll be able to see a lot of other stars tonight.” He rearranged himself on the blanket. “Did you know Sirius is actually two stars?” Phil smiled, proud of his little star factoid.
“No,” Dan said, rolling over on the blanket, propping himself on his elbow to listen.
“Well, it is,” Phil said. “It’s one bright star and then a dimmer one. They orbit each other, it’s a binary star system.”
“Mmm,” Dan said. “Like in Star Wars. On that planet.”
“Yeah,” Phil said. “Like in Star Wars.” He paused. “I like the idea of binary star systems. Being a star must be so lonely. You’re all on your own; all of the other stars are so far away. It would take years to even send a message to your closest neighbor. At least being a binary star means you don’t have to be alone.”
Dan laughed. “Phil, by star do you mean celebrity?”
Phil tilted his head. “I didn’t mean to.” A pause. “I don’t like the word celebrity. But I guess it works, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Dan said softly, folding his head into Phil’s neck. “It’s a nice metaphor.”
Phil pulled Dan a bit tighter. “I’m glad I’m not alone.”
Dan sighed a bit, melting into Phil’s touch. “Being alone sucks.”
“If we were Sirius, which one of us do you think would be the brighter one?” Phil knew the answer, had seen how bright Dan’s coming out video had burned while his own was just a flicker in the background, but he wanted to know what Dan had to say.
“You,” Dan said immediately.
Phil couldn’t help but laugh. “What?”
“Phil, I haven’t uploaded a video in over a year.”
“But when you do-”
“But I haven’t.”
Phil sighed. “But when you do-” he tried again.
Dan shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m tired of the spotlight. It was fun for a while, but I just… I don’t want to be that person anymore. I need a break. It’s nice being less in the public eye.”
“Do you think someday you’ll want to be that person again?”
Dan hesitated. “It won’t be the same. But someday, yeah. Once I have everything figured out.”
Phil laughed.
Dan poked him. “Don’t laugh. I will have everything figured out one day. You’ll see.”
“Mmhmm.”
Dan poked him again.
“Okay, okay,” Phil laughed, rolling over. “It’ll be good to have you back,” he added, fondness creeping into his voice.
Dan snorted.
“I mean it. So many people don’t have anyone, Dan. They’re hurled into this soul-sucking business all on their own. Do you know how rare it is to have someone with you you can depend on? Not even necessarily in entertainment, or on youtube, just… in general. So many people are alone.”
Dan hummed quietly. “I feel bad for everyone who hasn’t found their soulmate yet.”
“Do you really believe in soulmates?” On a certain level, Phil knew what Dan’s answer would be. He’d watched Dan’s coming out video. He still had trouble keeping himself from blushing when he heard the way Dan described him. Real best friends. Companions through life. Like, actual soulmates.
“Yes,” Dan answered instantly, without any hesitation.
Phil propped himself up on his elbow. “You’re like, the least spiritual person I know.”
“You believe in soulmates.”
Phil waved a hand dismissively. “I believe in all sorts of weird shit. Not you, though.”
Dan shrugged. “I believe in things I have evidence for,” he said softly, reaching to brush at Phil’s hair.
Phil’s heart melted. “Oh.”
Dan smiled, pulling his hand back.
“No, keep talking,” Phil said, teasing, though he did mean it, a little bit. It was nice to hear Phil’s boyfriend say nice things about him. So sue him.
Dan laughed. They had been together long enough that he could recognize Phil’s clumsy request for affection. “From the moment we met, there was just… something about you. I don’t know how to describe it. We just… clicked. I couldn’t get enough of you. I never wanted to stop talking to or being with you. But it’s not the initial feelings that make me think we’re soulmates. There are so many other explanations for that. Weird teenage hormones, not enough exposure to well adjusted gay people when I was a kid. It’s what happened after that that convinces me. How the feelings didn’t fade. How we fit together. Grew together, almost. I just can’t imagine anyone fitting me better. I can’t imagine someone finding me when I needed them more. It was like it all happened for a reason. I don’t know how or why. I just know it did.”
“Mm,” Phil said, not sure how to reply to a speech like that. “I love you too, I guess.”
Dan laughed, and then they were quiet. “I love you too.”
The stars really were beautiful, Phil thought. He pointed out the few constellations he knew to Dan, who listened attentively, even though he probably already knew them.
It was comforting, the warmth of his boyfriend beside him, the light of the stars scattered above, the darkness blanketing it all.
“I don’t want to leave,” Dan admitted.
“Me neither.” The stars were so bright. Living in London, it was easy to forget about how beautiful the sky was when you could actually see it. “We can do this again sometime if you’d like.”
Dan hummed quietly. “That might be nice.” A short pause. “But we still have to leave.”
“Is it really leaving if we’re going to come back?” Phil pondered, half joking.
“Yes.” Dan pouted. “It’s an ending. I hate endings.”
“Maybe it’s a beginning,” Phil said.
“A beginning of what?”
Phil shrugged. “Our drive home. More nights like this. A new chapter of our life.”
Dan sighed, half-mocking. “That’s the trouble with beginnings. Always an ending included.” He noticed Phil’s glance. “It’s silly. I know.”
“It’s not silly,” Phil said softly, dropping a kiss to the side of his head.
Dan sighed, turning towards Phil’s voice and resting his head on Phil’s shoulder. They lay like that for a few minutes, just breathing, melting together, until Phil pulled away.
“C’mon,” Phil said, standing up and reaching a hand down for Dan. “Let’s go.”
Dan took his hand.
Dan drove the way home mostly in silence, letting his left hand drift towards Phil’s right. Phil glanced over, and Dan seemed to have a decent amount of control over the car with his remaining hand, so Phil accepted Dan’s hand, folding their fingers together. The car rental place was closed when they returned, but Phil filled out the return paperwork and put it in an envelope with the key and put it in the dropbox for returns. Then he returned to Dan and they started their walk home.
“That was nice,” Phil said.
“It was,” Dan agreed.
Phil glanced around. The streets were nearly deserted, so he reached for Dan’s hand. Dan accepted, using their threaded fingers to pull Phil a little bit closer to him.
“What time is it?” Phil asked.
Dan yawned. “Nearly 3 am.”
Phil yawned too. No wonder the streets were so dead. “I’m tired.”
Dan sounded amused. “You’re normally up later than this anyway.”
Phil bumped Dan’s shoulder. “So are you!”
“Maybe I’m not tired,” Dan said, yawning again.
“Stop yawning,” Phil said, fighting a yawn back. “You’re making me yawn.”
Dan made a face. “I’m not making you do anything, dork.”
“You know, people copy yawns more when people they’re close to yawn. So sort of, you are making me do it by being so irresistible.” Phil tried for a wink.
Dan just snorted. “Just don’t yawn.”
“How am I supposed to not yawn when my soulmate yawns?”
Dan laughed, climbing the stairs to their flat and fumbling with his keys. “Only you could say that sentence,” he said with an almost unbearable amount of fondness in his voice.
Phil turned back and looked up before he followed Dan into their flat, hoping for a last glance at the stars.
The sky here was completely black.
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fallinallincurls · 4 years
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The TikTok Challenge
yes, i haven’t downloaded this app but that doesn’t stop me from watching compilations on youtube! this whole idea came from this video & i hope you enjoy!
word count: 1.1k
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It had been a challenge on TikTok for months now. Endless videos of girlfriends climbing into their boyfriend’s laps while they were focused on playing a video game. The reactions were adorable and it was easy to see why it had become a popular trend. 
The first time I saw one of the videos, the idea crossed my mind of doing it with Shawn. He would never turn down cuddles, always seizing any moment where he got to hold me close and nuzzle his head in the crook of my neck, so there was no worries of it doing terribly. 
The only problem was the boy never played video games unless it was Fifa with the guys, instead usually writing lyrics or toying with one of his beloved guitars. So finding the perfect moment was harder than originally thought.  
Until today. 
Shawn had been holed up in his in-house studio most of the day, stringing melodies together on the piano, humming beautiful notes and trying to finish a song. When he got a strike of creative genius, I always let him be until he was done. His best work always came out of these moments and I certainly didn’t mind hearing the music fill the house while he worked through the process. 
Today though, I was having a very hard time staying away from him.
Every fiber of my being wanted to curl up with him for warm snuggles and sweet kisses. To run my fingers through his curls while giving him some extra loving. An unusual sense of sleepiness was settling over my body while I sipped at my steaming mug of tea, trying to figure out how to lure him out for a little nap or just hold him in his arms. 
And then the idea struck me. 
I’ll just bring the love to him. 
With a bright smile on my face, I grabbed my phone and tea and padded towards the studio. The door was open just slightly, giving me just enough space to peek into the room. 
Shawn was sitting on the comfy love seat with his leather journal in hand as he tapped the page with a pencil. Occasionally, he would hum a few notes and then scribble down a line of words before a breathtaking smile of pure happiness blossomed on his face. 
Everything about Shawn looked cozy since he was only wearing gray sweats with a hoodie and his curls were a wild mess atop his head. He was completely distracted and in his element which made the moment perfect for what I wanted to do. 
Only a few clicks later, TikTok was open on my phone screen and I chose the song for the challenge before grinning at the front camera.  
Quietly, I walked into the studio and Shawn didn’t notice a thing, too enveloped in his songwriting. I couldn’t help but smile as I discreetly placed my mug down on the side table and leaned my phone against it.  
“Maybe if I move this line here, it’ll sound better.” Shawn mumbled under his breath before he began writing his in journal again. Suppressing my giggles, I shot a glance at the curly headed man I loved so much before pressing the record button. 
The red square signaling the video was being filmed popped up on screen and I couldn’t help but smile. Still unaware of my presence, I carefully walked around the couch before facing Shawn. Gently placing one hand on his shoulder, I lifted one leg to push through his arms and swung my body over to comfortably straddle his lap. 
“Baby, what’re you-?” Shawn began to ask in confusion as a loving smile slowly blossomed across his lips, his cheeks becoming rosy with blush. Only giggling in response, I wrapped my arms over his broad shoulders and buried my head in the crook of his neck.  
Just as I placed a sweet kiss to his warm skin, Shawn tucked the pencil into the journal before squeezing me tightly, his strong arms holding me close.  
“Hi sweetheart!” Shawn exclaimed happily, his smile growing even wider. The moment just seemed to process in his mind as he tried to hold me impossibly closer. “Want some cuddles, hm?” He mumbled into my hair, pressing a kiss to my temple as he gently ran his hands up and down my back. 
“Yeah,” I answered simply, the warmth of Shawn’s body enveloping me as a sense of home and adoration filled my heart. 
“Didn’t even hear you come in before. You surprised me.” Shawn chuckled lightly, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck before peppering kisses across my skin.  
“That was the whole point, bub.” I giggled, snuggling further into his chest and Shawn gently rested his head on top of mine. “And I wanted your genuine reaction for the TikTok challenge.” 
Shawn pulled back slightly, his brows furrowing in confusion. I couldn’t help but laugh at the expression painted across his beautiful facial features.  
“TikTok challenge? Like from that app you’re trying to get me to use?” He questioned curiously while trying to figure out what I meant. Absentmindedly, he began running his fingers through my hair while waiting for my little laughs to stop so I could answer. 
“There’s this thing people have been doing with their boyfriends when they’re gaming. Like their girlfriends just climbs into his lap and cuddles him. Buttt,” I playfully explained, dragging out the word with a smirk. “Since you don’t exactly game besides playing Fifa with the guys, I had to wait for the perfect moment for my opportunity. So when I found out you were in here writing, it was too perfect to pass up.” 
A warm laugh escaped Shawn’s lips as a wild blush spread across his already rosy cheeks. Joy rushed through my veins at the adorable sound and seeing him this carefree always made my heart happy. 
“So you’re telling me, you didn’t come in here for cuddles but to join in on some viral thing on the internet?” Shawn giggled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his boyish grin while delicately leaning his forehead against mine. I nodded in response before nudging my nose against his and teasingly hitting his chest. 
“Shut up. It’s really cute, okay? And I always want your cuddles, TikTok challenge involved or not.” I mumbled softly, leaning forward to kiss him. “Is it okay if I nap here or am I in the way of your writing?” 
Shawn shook his head, a few messy curls falling over his forehead and his gorgeous hazel eyes were full of nothing but love. 
“Stay right where you are. I just wanna hold you tight and I needed some extra inspiration anyway.” Shawn said while pressing a long kiss to my temple. I rested my head on his shoulder and let the warmth and love of the moment pull me into a peaceful nap in Shawn’s strong embrace. 
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out-of-jams · 4 years
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Airplane Mode | Track 07: 21st Century Girl | jhs
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Summary: Inspired by Love at First Touch by bagelswrites
In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you're really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate in time, they starve to death.
So what happens when your soulmate is a world famous idol?
And you're just one fan in a sea of many who can't even speak the same language?
Pairing: Hoseok/ FemOC
Word Count: 5.1k
Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Explicit language.
Warnings: Explicit language. Anxiety. Somewhat brief depiction of a panic attack.
Words written in bold are spoken in Korean.
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“It’s cold as hell.” Eunjae’s mumbled complaint passed through the black face mask pulled over her mouth and dissipated into the winter air.
With teeth chattering, she quickened her pace to keep up with the older woman next to her. Eunjae’s over the knee black boots clicked against the sidewalk and she took a moment to be grateful that they were only three inch stiletto heels. Even with the sleeves of the thick, red Supreme hoodie that she’d borrowed from Hoseok’s closet that morning covering her hands, she was still freezing.
There wasn’t much that she could have used from his wardrobe without looking like she was playing dress-up, so Eunjae did what she could. A small, cute black belted fanny purse that she’d designed months ago was hooked around her slim waist. With her silver hair loose down her back and tiny rings through her cartilage piercings, Eunjae was pulling off a very Ariana Grande-esque look.
She’d been lucky that while her clothes were nowhere to be seen, most of her shoes and accessories had been shipped out to Seoul early. So after digging through two boxes worth of various shoes, she’d found her favorite pair of boots. Even though Eunjae wasn’t necessarily self conscious of her short height, her footwear collection might say otherwise. Almost every pair she owned were either platformed or heeled. Though she did own the occasional regular pair of running shoes.
“Let’s go in here.” Eunjae barely got a warning from the woman walking beside her before she cut to the right and almost left Eunjae in the dust.
At eleven am on the dot that morning, the doorbell to Eunjae’s apartment rang, effectively scaring the hell out of her. She’d been in the bathroom inspecting herself in the foggy mirror, the steamy air from her recent shower billowing out into the hallway.
The sound had startled her so much that Eunjae’s hand jolted from where she’d been drawing on winged eyeliner. The brush jerked, leaving a huge black streak down her cheek, which she scrubbed at viciously as she stumbled to the door. Luckily, the bruises had faded completely from her skin due to the impromptu cuddling session in the car with Hoseok on the way back from the airport.
Unlike earlier that morning, there was only one ring of the doorbell as the person on the other side waited patiently. With sudden nerves invading her senses, Eunjae hastily ran a hand down the hoodie she converted into a dress. The hem fell a little lower than mid-thigh and she was grateful that her boots were tall enough to help prevent her from accidentally flashing someone.
Eunjae took a moment to take a deep breath before pulling open the front door. She wasn’t normally so nervous about meeting new people. In fact, she was actually pretty outgoing. But something about the whole situation just made her a bundle of nerves that she tried to hide behind the bright smile she pasted onto her face.
Standing on the other side of the door was a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. Though it was hard to tell for sure. The woman’s wavy black hair was cut into a fashionable bob that did well to accentuate her elf-like face. She was dressed business casual, with a white blouse underneath a black blazer, french tucked into a pair of jeans. The woman had on a pair of short white heels with a cross body purse hanging from her shoulders.
She gave Eunjae a polite bow of the head and extended her hand with a smile on her red painted lips. “Hello, Morales Eunjae-ssi. My name is Park Soyeon and I’m here to show you around Seoul.”
Soyeon’s soft, accented voice soothed Eunjae’s nerves and she reached out to take her offered hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“You as well.” Soyeon brushed her hand through her short hair, the gold watch on her wrist glinting under the lights. “I work as an English interpreter for the company, so I’ve also been appointed to tutor you in Korean, if that is something that you’re interested in.”
With a hand still swiping the excess eyeliner gel from her face, Eunjae stepped to the side and waved the woman in politely. “Absolutely. Yes. Come in and please ignore the mess that is my face.”
Now, almost two hours later and a healthy amount of shopping to break the ice, Soyeon’s personality was beginning to emerge. The woman was professional, that was a given, but the more time the pair spent together, the more Eunjae discovered that the woman’s initial innocent appearance was far from true. Her energy was enough to rival Hoseok and despite being in her mid thirties, she gave off a very spirited vibe. And the woman loved to shop.
Eunjae found that out the hard way when she had to physically hold Soyeon back from dragging her into all the high end stores in Gangnam. While yes, Big Hit was paying to supply Eunjae with enough clothes and necessities to last until the rest of her belongings arrived in Seoul, she didn’t feel comfortable racking up a huge bill. Soyeon had pouted all the way to the less expensive, less high end designer stores. But she’d perked right back up at the cute displays in the windows. Apparently, Soyeon’s girlfriend was huge into fashion, which only served to prompt the woman into even more of a shopping fiend than normal, since their anniversary was fast approaching.
Sitting across from Soyeon at a corner table inside a cozy cafe, Eunjae sipped idly at the sweating glass of water in front of her. With one hand fingering the sleeve of her too big hoodie, the other tapped across the screen of her brand new iphone. That had been something that Eunjae decidedly couldn’t pass up on, since she needed it to communicate and all.
Soyeon had nearly run her down in the Apple store when Eunjae tried to pay for it herself. While she didn’t have a job, she still kept up a somewhat steady flow of income into her bank account. Sometimes Miles would invite her to costar in some of his YouTube videos (or she’d just invite herself over since she practically lived there anyway) and since he made so much revenue, he would split the profits with her. Despite explaining this to the interpreter who snatched her wallet, the woman refused to acquiesce. So Eunjae reluctantly let Soyeon swipe the black company credit card to purchase it.
The first app that Soyeon had insisted she download was something that everyone in South Korea had. The air in Seoul wasn’t always clean enough for the human body to inhale, so the app forecasted when and when not a face mask was needed in order to step outside. Hence the face mask currently pulled down below Eunjae’s chin.
“So I think after this, we head back to the company. Sound good?” Soyeon’s voice came out muffled as she chewed on the end of her straw. The iced latte in her plastic cup was almost completely drained with more ice than coffee left.
“Sure.” Eunjae closed out of the most recent text thread with Miles and set her phone on the table. “If you want.”
Soyeon paused in her vicious chugging to eye Eunjae over the rim of her coffee. The woman’s eyes were narrowed in thought and she pursed her lips as she stirred the remainder of her drink. “You nervous to meet the boys?”
Eunjae huffed a laugh and dropped her gaze to her cup, using the tips of her pointer fingers to push it back and forth across the table. “I’m just surprised you’re done shopping is all. You were like a tornado of fabric and credit cards back there. I thought they’d have to call in a SWAT team to stop you.”
“Uh huh.” Soyeon leaned forward on the table and placed her chin on her fists, lipstick stained straw pressed between her lips. “You have nothing to worry about. The boys will be nothing if not respectful.”
She reached out a hand to stop Eunjae’s fidgeting ones, pausing long enough for Eunjae to look up. “Besides, you barely speak Korean and not all of them completely understand English. What could possibly go wrong?”
With a playful roll of her eyes, Eunjae snorted in amusement and fell back against her chair. “That’s like, exactly what someone says right before shit hits the fan.”
“Whelp.” Soyeon shrugged, taking one last noisy pull of her drink. “What’s that weird English phrase you showed me earlier?”
Eunjae simply raised a brow in response, lips pursed in mirth.
Soyeon giggled before standing from her chair with a wink. “‘Ain’t nothing to it, but to do it.’”
“I regret showing you that video so much right now.” Eunjae groaned but followed the older woman’s lead, standing and shoving her phone into the purse around her waist.
The ride to BigHit Entertainment was spent with Eunjae anxiously playing with the sleeves hanging over her hands. Numerous bags stuffed with more clothes than she needed spread across the backseat in a multicolor rainbow of plastic. A radio station streaming Seoul’s most current popular music blasted from the car speakers. Soyeon had turned the volume up to an obnoxious level, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel along with the beat.
Eunjae sank down further in her seat, causing the top of the hoodie to bunch up closer to her nose. The faded scent of, well, Hoseokstuck to the fabric and she had to stop herself from burrowing into it. She felt strangely comforted by the smell in a way that she didn’t understand. Maybe it was just a soulmate thing? Or perhaps it was because he was the closest person that she knew in the whole country? Who knew. Which was a little sad in and of itself since she barely even knew the guy.
The closer she got to the company, the more her nerves came out to play. Eunjae tried to push the thoughts--the reality--of the situation to the far recesses of her mind for as long as possible. But now she was less than two miles away from coming face to face with the boy group that she’d been fangirling over for a while now. Not only that, but she would have to put all of her nerves, her doubts, her starstruck anticipation aside because her soulmate was J-Fucking-Hope.
What if the members of Bangtan hated her? What if, for some reason, they couldn’t get along? Where would that leave her with Hoseok? Would he grow to dislike her too? Eunjae didn’t want to imagine being rejected by the one person in the world that the universe decided to pair her with. She didn’t know if she could handle that.
Over and over, the thoughts played in a continuous loop in her head until she’d worked herself up into an anxious mess. With her bottom lip caught between her lips, Eunjae fiddled with the golden crescent moon shaped earrings in her lobes. She clenched her eyes shut and turned her focus back outward, grasping onto the closest thing to keep her grounded.
Some song from Red Velvet was blasting from the speakers and Eunjae let the lyrics flush the dangerous thoughts from her mind. She had a habit of doing that sometimes: working herself up with situations that always turned out to be way less of a problem than she’d feared. And Eunjae didn’t want to turn into panicking mess before she even stepped foot out of the car.
Just as she got her anxiety under control, Soyeon whipped the compact SUV up to a gated parking lot. The woman barely had to slow to a stop and flash her employee badge before the security guard at the gate let her in. The car maneuvered around the various filled spaced until Soyeon finally pulled into an empty spot. As she cut the transmission, Eunjae took one last steeling breath.
“Come on, kid.” The woman patted her shoulder comfortingly before she opened her door and slipped out.
The cold air from outside shocked Eunjae back to her senses and she scrambled out to follow. The stiletto heels of her boots clacked against the concrete parking lot as she followed Soyeon inside the building. For once, Eunjae was thankful for the cold because it forced her to pick up the pace to prevent herself from freezing to death.
Instead of taking the front entrance of the building, the parking lot led to a back entrance for what appeared to be employees only. Soyeon bounced on the toes of her shoes as she quickly slid her laminated employee card through the scanner at the side of the door. With a beep, it flashed green and the woman rushed to pull the door open. She barely gave Eunjae two seconds to scramble in after her to avoid being locked out.
White marble floors and beige painted walls greeted the pair as they slipped inside. Eunjae had been expecting some kind of grand, showy interior. There were absolutely zero pictures of the inside of the BigHit Entertainment building online, which left ARMY to speculate what it was actually like inside. What she hadn’t been prepared for however, was how normal it looked.
Where they entered looked like any normal office building. They were in a wide, open hallway with a bright green exit sign glowing above the door they’d entered. To the right was another door that led to a stairway that Eunjae presumed went all the way up to the top floor. The rest of the hallway was empty of life: no doors, no employees, nothing. Just a security camera perched on the ceiling with a red light slowly blinking in and out of existence.
Soyeon turned to Eunjae with a sigh of relief, most likely from having just escaped the biting cold. The puse dangling from her shoulder swung with the moment and Eunjae had to shuffle out of the way to avoid being hit. “Well, this is where we part ways. I have a lot of work I need to catch up on.”
Eunjae blinked in both shock and confusion, stuffing her facemask into the purse around her waist. “Wait, you’re just going to leave me here?”
A short laugh left Soyeon’s red painted lips, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Not--”
Before the woman could finish her sentence, the metal door to the staircase swung wide open. It hit the wall with a thud as whoever pushed it put too much force against it. A sheepish looking Hoseok poked his head out from the doorway and he checked to make sure he didn’t put a dent in the wall.
“--exactly.” Soyeon finished her statement with a smirk of amusement. Tilting her head to the side, she raised an eyebrow at the rapper. A string of rapid Korean left her lips and if her teasing tone was anything to go by, Eunjae could take a guess at what she was saying.
Hoseok’s eyes scrunched as he let out a loud laugh; a shrug lifting his slim shoulders. “Whoops?”
The words had barely left his mouth before his attention turned to Eunjae. Quicker than she could process, he scanned her from head to toe. His expression morphed into something unreadable, eyes darkening in the fluorescent light. But before she could try to discern it, his eyes flashed back to hers with a dimpled smile, hair pushed back from his forehead like he’d ran his hand through it repetitively.
“How was shopping? Good?” The question left Hoseok’s mouth carefully, like was was trying to make sure that he was translating the correct words.
As with every other time Eunjae found herself around the man, the corners of her lips pulled up into a smile. She was the type of person where the energy of others directly affected her own. While he wasn’t as goofy and loud as he was on camera in person, the man’s friendly disposition rolled off him in waves so strong she could almost feel it on her skin.
“Yeah. Very good.” Eunjae shoved her still cold hands into the pouch of her borrowed hoodie.
“Aw, my little protégé!” Soyeon’s icy cold fingers pinched one of Eunjae’s cheeks playfully, earning an annoyed nose scrunch. “You’ll be fluent in Korean before you know it.”
Soyeon, much to Eunjae’s benefit (or horror), had been throwing random Korean words and phrases at her all day. After making her repeat them a few dozen times, the woman would give her random pop quizzes at the most inopportune times. And if that wasn’t enough, Soyeon had the habit of sometimes abandoning Eunjae at a store counter to fend for herself (“Immersion is the best learning tool, kid.”). All-in-all, the woman’s teaching methods were completely abnormal, but Eunjae couldn’t say they weren’t a little effective.
“Yah.” Eunjae waved the Soyeon’s hand off with a pout. “You’re such a bully. I didn’t sign up for this.”
“Sucks to suck, kid. Anyway,” Soyeon put a hand between Eunjae’s shoulder blades and pushed her towards an amused looking Hoseok. “Go hang out until the boss man sends someone to come get you two. Shouldn’t be too long, but also, who knows with how long business meetings usually last?”
The woman left no time for anyone to reply before she turned on her heel and strutted down the hallway. Pointing a finger at Eunjae from over her shoulder she added, “I’ll have someone drop those clothes off later today. And I’ll meet with you sometime either tomorrow or the day after. Seeya!”
All Eunjae could do was stare as Soyeon disappeared around the corner. She’d evaporated just as quickly as she’d appeared.
The sound of Hoseok clearing his throat brought her attention back to him and even with the added height of her boots, she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. He nodded his head back towards the door to the staircase.
“After you.”
Murmuring her thanks, Eunjae stepped past him into the stairwell. It was just as empty as the hallway and the drab colored steps seemed almost endless, twisting up and out of sight. Turning back to Hoseok as he followed behind her, Eunjae raised a brow, half curious and half anxious. “Where to?”
“Studio. Everyone..,” Hoseok flashed her a reassuring smile, hands gesturing with his words. “Excited to meet you.”
Well if that didn’t send a jolt of nervous anticipation down Eunjae’s spine, she didn’t know what would. She wasn’t sure if she should be thankful that the rest of the members were excited to meet her or if she should feel more pressured to make a good first impression. With her finger pointed to herself, she squeaked, “me?”
Hoseok’s contagious laugh forced the tight muscles in her shoulders to relax a tad. He opened his mouth to respond, but before any words could make their way out, a loud rumble sounded from his stomach. His eyes widened and he looked down at his body as if he’d been betrayed.
“Hungry?” Eunjae stifled a giggle behind a sweater paw. It reminded her, however, that she had yet to eat for the day. The dread that had been weighing down her stomach all day had effectively chased away her appetite. Now though, it mingled with a twinge of hunger.
“A little.” Hoseok smiled sheepishly with a hand resting on his stomach like that would stop the sound from escaping again.
“Have you eaten?”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Eunjae’s brows pinched in concern at the grimace on his face. Hoseok’s shoulders lifted a little in a shrug. “Tried.”
“But?” She urged.
“I..,” Hoseok’s nose scrunched as if the memory he was reliving was unpleasant. His head tilted to the side slightly, eyes raising like the words he was searching for were etched into the bottom of the staircase above them. “Got sick.”
Eunjae’s eyes widened at what he was saying. She quickly did the mental math in her head, counting the weeks since they’d initiated First Touch. The timeline just about matched up to the normal statistic of when food would become totally obsolete to the body. Since she hadn’t eaten anything that day she didn’t know if her body would react the same.
And she didn’t really want to test that theory.
Slipping a hand out of her hoodie pouch, Eunjae extended it out towards Hoseok. The movement pulled his gaze down to her outstretched hand and she wiggled her fingers with a small laugh at his questioning eyes. “I’d be a bad soulmate if I let you starve.”
His slender fingers intertwined with hers slowly, almost completely wrapping around her smaller hand. Any remaining tension in her body dissipated at the electric current that burst through her veins with the feeling of safety, warmth, home. With a flash of his dimples, Hoseok gave her hand a quick squeeze of thanks and turned to the stairs.
“This way.”
As they ascended the steps, Eunjae couldn’t help but silently thank the fact that the touch of a soulmate also took away the feeling of pain. While she was used to walking around in heels, the toes of her shoes were starting to pinch her feet and it would only be a matter of time before she had to change her confident strut into an awkward shuffle.
Hoseok pushed the metal door open once they reached the third floor and Eunjae followed him out into the hallway. The heels of her boots sunk into the soft carpet and she sent him a questioning look when his hand slipped from hers.
He simply nodded his head at the doors lining the length of the long hallway. Words embedded in the frosted glass doors read out the names of some of BigHit’s main producers. Hoseok threw a wink over his shoulder and held a finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
Eunjae just hummed in understanding. From what Sejin had said weeks ago at their initial meeting, the nature of her and Hoseok’s soulbond had to be kept on the downlow. She just wasn’t sure who was or was not informed. Did anyone outside of Bangtan and their management get to know? With the way Hoseok didn’t touch her as they walked down the hallway, Eunjae hazarded a guess that none of the producers knew.
The hallway was quiet except for the occasional sound of drums or piano keys drifting from the closed studio doors. Eunjae couldn’t help her inner fangirl from internally screaming. Where she was walking, Producer’s Row, was where all of Bangtan’s songs were made. Just a few feet away from her could be the key to their next big hit.
Lost in thought, Eunjae almost ran into Hoseok’s back as he stopped in front of one of the frosted glass doors. His lips quirked up in amusement and she had no warning whatsoever before he twisted down the handle. All she could catch were the letters spelling out MonStudio.
As soon as it opened, music poured from the room and spilled out into the quiet hallway. Eunjae couldn’t see anything past Hoseok’s tall frame and she took that moment to gather herself. That was it. The moment that she’d been preparing for all day. She was about to meet the members of one of the most famous boy groups in the world.
She didn’t get much time to prepare before Hoseok’s hand slid back into hers and he lead her into the room. Whether he was grabbing her hand to soothe the nerves wafting off her in waves, or to sate his hunger, Eunjae wasn’t sure. But she didn’t give it much thought because there was only so much her overwhelmed brain could process at once.
MonStudio, Kim Namjoon’s studio, wasn’t very spacious. The walls on either side of his desk were taken up by glass shelves displaying numerous amounts of bears and trinkets gifted from fans. There was a leather couch pressed up against the wall closest to the door and a small coffee table in front of it. The knee high table was littered with paper, some balled up haphazardly and others with words and sentences scratched out in black ink.
Taking up a seat on the couch hunched over a notebook furiously scribbling was one of Korea’s most famous rappers. With his blond hair pushed back by a thick headband, Min Yoongi paused in his writing to look up at the sound of their entrance. The end of the pen in his hand tapped a staccato rhythm against his pale cheek like he couldn’t contain the words it itched to spill.
The rolling chair that had been facing the desk across the room spun around as well. Eunjae was grateful for Hoseok’s hand in hers keeping her grounded against the starstruck feeling creeping up her throat. Kim Namjoon, in all his dimpled, long-legged glory greeted them with a smile.
His pressed a button on the computer keyboard behind him that caused the music spilling from the giant speakers on his desk to cut off. Namjoon’s hair glittered a dark grey underneath the lights of his studio. The baggy green sweater and beige cargo shorts he wore almost blended into the beige painted walls. It was just those two waiting in the room and Eunjae felt her fear dwindle a little at the fact that she wouldn’t meet all six members at once.
“She’s here?” Tilting his head, Namjoon tried to peer around Hoseok, who almost instantly moved out of the way.
Eunjae suddenly felt like she was on display. At the corner of her vision she could see Yoongi’s eyes flicker down to where Hoseok’s hand was wrapped around hers. An uncharacteristically shy smile tilted at her lips and she wiggled the fingers of her free hand in a wave. “I’m here. Hi.”
Hoseok gently pulled her farther into the room and motioned back and forth between her and the two other men in the room. “Eunjae, Namjoon-ah. Yoongi-yah, Eunjae.”
The use of the informal nickname didn���t seem to bother Yoongi as both him and Namjoon dipped their heads in a respectful bow. Both men spoke their greetings at the same time, Yoongi’s deeper voice blending in with Namjoon’s.
“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Namjoon’s English was perfect and Eunjae couldn’t help but feel a little relieved at the fact that he could translate between the four of them. Gesturing towards the couch that the eldest rapper was perched on, he smiled. “Please, have a seat. Get comfortable.”
Yoongi gathered the notebook in his hands and the stray pieces of paper scattered around him and shifted to sit on the floor at the other side of the coffee table. Eunjae’s eyes widened. “Wait! You don’t have t--”
“Too late!” Hoseok released her hand only to grab onto her shoulders and guide her to the now empty couch. She didn’t have time to argue as he dropped onto a cushion and pulled her down next to him.
Instead of taking her hand again, Hoseok simply threw an arm over her shoulders. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and she smiled in answer to his silent question. While he acted casual about the skinship between them, Hoseok repeatedly made sure that she was comfortable with it.
“So,” the sound of Namjoon’s voice brought her attention back to the other two in the room. Thankfully, neither of them made a comment about the fact that she was pressed into their best friend’s side. “How are you settling in?”
“I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet, to be honest.” Eunjae huffed a laugh, sinking further back into the comfortable couch. It was no wonder that the rappers would sometimes sleep in their studios if all of their couches were so plush.
“That’s understandable.” Namjoon’s golden cheeks dimpled. “It’s a pretty big change.”
“That’s one way to describe it.”
Namjoon snorted in amusement and crossed one of his legs over the other, the chair beneath him rolling back a little at the movement. “Well if you ever need anything, you can come to any of us. We’ll try to help you the best we can.”
Eunjae could feel Hoseok’s warm stare burning into the side of her face as she gave her thanks to the grey haired man. Yoongi simply sat cross-legged on the floor, attention wavering between the conversation going on around him and the open notebook on the coffee table. The words begging to be etched onto the page conflicted with his desire to participate. That and the fact that the blonde wasn’t entirely comfortable speaking in English.
Hoseok spoke to Namjoon, the end up his sentence lilting like a question.
“Hobi-yah wants to know how old you are.” Namjoon translated for the rapper at her side.
Blinking at the question, Eunjae almost smacked her forehead at the realization. Korean manners were based a lot around how old somebody was, with more respect going towards those who were your senior. And she couldn’t recall ever telling Hoseok her age, so she wasn’t offended at all by the question. “I’m twenty-three.”
Hoseok made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded halfway between teasing and something else that she couldn’t decipher. He tapped a finger against his chest and hummed, “older.”
“I know.” Eunjae’s answer pulled a smile from his lips.
“Speaking of,” Namjoon rested a cheek against one of his hands, his forearms propped up on the chair’s armrest. Whatever he was about to say got cut short as the door the MonStudio echoed in a knock. All attention turned towards the figure on the other side of the frosted glass. “Come in.”
The door swung open to reveal Sejin in all his exhausted glory. The man sent an apologetic smile at the occupants in the room, finger pushing up the falling frame of his glasses. “Sorry to interrupt, but Bang PD-nim is ready to see these two.”
Whatever slight comfort that Eunjae felt within the confines of the cozy studio was wiped away almost instantly. The anxiety that had turned to a gentle simmer cranked itself all the way up, threatening to bubble over. She held it in though, pushed it down until it hid behind the small upwards tilt of her lips. Hoseok moving his arm from around her shoulders had her bracing herself for the inevitable.
She followed him as he stood from the couch, and with a few quick parting words to the other two men in the room, Eunjae trailed after Hoseok’s fleeting back.
Time to put on your big girl panties, bitch.
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and finally for del sol valley, here’s a household of my own that are simply called: the wannabes. with get famous adding the video station i couldn’t help myself but make some fake youtubers to the del sol valley townies...
rex clarke and emilia madison are the simtube power couple to end all power couples - rex is the king of zany pranks and emilia the queen of the beauty gurus, with millions upon millions of followers at their disposal they feel unstoppable, so it’s good that they have their friends and a couple of controversies every now and again to drag them back to earth. roman and rex were hometown best friends that begrudgingly parted ways after high school due to rex’s internet popularity and roman’s crappy retail job, but when roman grew tired of dealing with crazy customers rex came along to offer him a room at his new place and a chance at an interview with his talent agent - he’s not exactly the next big thing online, but he’s been going to a lot of auditions and he’s just booked a show that could be his big break, so maybe this ‘extended vacation’ will become a permanent one. emilia and julia both started their channels around the same time, in the very early stages of simtube, and through chatting at numerous conventions their friendship flourished over the years - they couldn’t be more different with emilia posting everything from cutesy daily vlogs to makeup tutorials and julia solely focused on her extensive repertoire of gaming series, and on times they can get on each other’s nerves with their clashing personalities, but they always manage to work it out in the end, unless one of their follower counts starts to rocket, that is... naivety doesn’t mix well with sudden stardom, so it’s only a matter of time before tensions reach boiling point and all the secrets come spilling out...
as always, if you’d like to have them in your game then check out the download link below, and if not then i hope that you enjoy finding out a little more about them in their fact files!
download: simfileshare
i hope you’re well! <3
rex clarke:
what started as posting stupid videos he’d make with his friends from home has become his career - all it took was for a couple of his videos to gain a little traction and before he knew it followers were rolling in, along with the pressure to keep topping his latest feat...
super natural people person - he’s a massive extrovert and loves getting to meet new people - he’s just that guy that can get along with anyone no matter what situation he gets thrown into and that charisma is probably what helped him attract such a vast audience
a lot of people think his relationship with emilia is just for views but he’s genuinely head over heels for her - he’s always embarrassed about how in his head he can get about his uploads or how easily he can let his ego get inflated, so he’s constantly trying to make it up to her with every cheesy romantic gesture you can think of
emilia madison:
one of those people that’s super bubbly all the time - her big smiles and bouncy high ponytail are the perfect formula for making her vlogs so successful and all her years in front of a camera mean that she’s comfortable enough with her audience to show her more vulnerable sides, which people love her all the more for
even though her dazzling personality has played a large part in her channel’s success, she’s actually talented when it comes to the makeup stuff she does too - she took a lot of art classes throughout school but only every applied those skills to her makeup looks in the safety of her bedroom - she wanted to show her friends some of the new techniques she’d found and thought that posting video tutorials for them would be the most helpful, she never expected other people to find them, let alone enjoy them! 
behind all the smiles and pretty simstagram posts, she’s actually really competitive, especially with other creators in her field and although she hates indulging in that side of herself, she can be pretty nasty if someone crosses her, which is a problem when she’s constantly surrounded by people with personalities faker than her hair colour
roman hawkins:
high school baseball star turned t-shirt folder thanks to a knee injury that made him lose his college sports scholarship - he got so down on himself for investing all his energy into a dream that was so risky when his plans all came tumbling down, but it’s the high stakes that makes him thrive, so working a crappy retail job at the mall really got him down
he never really tried acting in school, he was so focused on making his sporting dream a reality that he didn’t try any other hobbies, it wasn’t until he met with rex’s talent agency and tried reading a couple of test scripts that he discovered his interest in it - he feels like he’s lost out on so many years of practice though, so if you ever want to find him he’ll probably be reading through any scenes/monologues he can get his hands on in front of his bathroom mirror
was (and still sort of is) a total tourist when he arrived in del sol valley - he still feels trapped in the small-town mindset, so living in the bright lights of celeb-land all feels surreal - he still takes pictures at all the tourist traps and his jaw still hits the floor every time he spots an a-lister roaming the streets, but maybe that’ll all change if he makes it big himself...
julia nolan:
with her dad working in the video game industry, julia grew up getting to test out a lot of early releases of new games - her friends were always super jealous but would love getting to listen to her tell them about it the next day at school, so when she discovered that she could stream herself playing these games for her friends to watch along with, she jumped at the opportunity and she’s been hooked ever since
when other kids outside her friendship group found her simtube channel in high school she got teased terribly for it, so she privated all the videos and refused to touch her channel for months - she thought she’d quit for good until her notifications started blowing up with fans she never knew she had asking what had happened to her uploads and proving that people did validate her interests
she got her friends to help dye her hair when she reached her first big subscriber milestone - it was a relatively tame purple back then, but the more her following grew, the braver she got and before she knew it, her hair was a rainbow, which has sort of become her signature look now
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